While this is not always an acceptable practice in the real world, the “accidental” creampie is always enjoyable. In creampie surprise, models are not told our guys are going to fill them with cum. They merely told them we would pull out, but only after cum was dripping down their legs. I’m not sure if any of these girls are on birth control, but we can only hope they are. Perhaps they get the morning after pill, or, perhaps we should just not worry about that for now. Anyway. Just like in cumshot surprise, girls are surprise blasted with cum, and then left cold and wet with fluids. Its definitely worth checking out the videos of this.
Here are some sample cum pics:
The first night in my very first apartment, I peeked through all my curtains as stealthily as I could. I wanted to see, at night, exactly who might be able to see me if I had my lights on. Out of my bedroom window, it was like looking right into my TV.
I saw part of another bedroom, a big mirror hanging on its wall. And in its reflection, there, plain as day, were a man and woman (maybe husband and wife?) naked.
I will be honest: not for a second did I want to look away. Even though I was surprised, I was fascinated! The woman got down on her knees and began giving the man the first blow job I had ever actually seen. My pussy immediately began to tingle.
The woman sucked him and sucked him…At one point, he even slowly pushed his entire cock way down deep in her throat. She gagged, but then quickly began sucking him fast again. Soon, I saw the man say something, and the woman leaned back and opened her mouth wide. Suddenly, he came, shooting this big splash of cum all over her face. She leaned into it, very desiring of it, letting it splash everywhere it could. And he watched her so closely…I couldn’t believe how much she seemed to like his cum; she was rubbing her pussy the whole time he splashed her. When he was done, he stroked her hair and kissed her neck, rubbing all the jizz into her skin as she cuddled into him. Cum was dripping down her legs onto the bed.
I found this completely hot. I sank down onto my floor and began to imagine…what would it be like if I was her…or if she was there too…
I imagine them taking off all my clothes…the wife and I take turns licking and touching the husband, getting him all nice and hard. Then his wife guides me onto my knees, and he steps forward, this huge erection pointing right at me. I take a deep breath, loving his scent, grabbing his cock…and I begin to suck. His wife pets my pussy, gently rubs my tits and cheers me on. I think I’m doing a pretty good job; the husband starts to fuck my face a little, pushing his cock into my mouth. I love the feeling of it.
Then, all of a sudden, he groans to me: “Here it comes, honey—hold that face up!”
I do, and like a gun his cock fires all this glorious, yummy jizz all over me. I imagine it feels warm and sticky, and the feeling of being the special girl who gets it really drives me nuts. I think of his wife holding me up, toward it as I open my mouth to accept more. I imagine this salty, warm taste covering my tongue. My face is soaking wet! And I imagine them covering me in kisses when he’s done, the wife licking up his cum dripping off my lips.
I came pretty hard with that fantasy, and went to sleep soon after. In fact, I’ve been having lots of fantasies about them—and about cum—ever since that night. I had no idea what a dirty little cum lover I was…and someday, I’ll figure out exactly how to live my dream! Drip, drip, drip. I couldn’t help but laugh out loud.
For the longest time I’ve been crushing on this guy in my History class, Dennis. We’ve chatted, joked, really got along, but I was never sure if I was making progress. I’m one of those girls who thinks that if a guy is looking at me, it’s because I have broccoli in my teeth.
But then yesterday, Dennis asked if I would come study with him for a test we have next week.
“Have a seat,” he said as I came in dorm room. I dropped into a bean-bag chair with my books, while he stretched out on his bed, looking down at me.
“So.” I threw out there. “Where should we start?” I didn’t see any of his books anywhere.
“Honestly, Annie, I’d like to start by playing a game.” He had such a devilish twinkle in his eye. Immediately my heart began to pound, my tummy tingling. I stammered, “Okay. What?”
“Truth or dare, Annie.”
I began to sweat—this was not happening! I nodded. “Okay. Truth.”
“I think you like me. Am I right?”
Oh God! My hands were shaking. I looked down, but managed to nod. He hopped off the bed and knelt in front of me. I could not believe this—no broccoli whatsoever!—it was real; he was looking at me…and then, he kissed me. Oh, it was amazing! He looked deep in my eyes.
“I want to know everything, Annie..Truth or Dare?”
“Truth.”
“Do you think of me a lot…like when you touch yourself?”
I blushed immediately, but answered meekly: “Yes.”
“And what do you think about when you think about me?”
I took a deep breath. “Honestly, I think about your cock and your cum.”
“Holy crap!” he looked so stunned.
“I’m sorry!” I put my hands on my mouth. But he smiled and pulled my hands away.
“That was a good ‘Holy crap,’ Annie. Tell me more.”
“I think about your cum all the time. I spread my legs wide and you fuck me like crazy, and then you start to cum…You spray me with all this glorious jizz, all down my tits and belly. And when you’re done, we both massage it into my skin, and I feel so completely yours. In case you haven’t guessed, I think a guy’s jizz is pretty hot.”
He kissed me again, this time very hungrily. The shy gentleman was gone. Dennis looked in my eyes and said, “Annie, I have wanted you since the first time I saw you. I only took my time because I wanted to be friends first. But I want you to be mine. I want to bring every crazy thing you think about to life. Especially what you just said. If that’s cool.”
Rock on! Immediately I was on him. We began to kiss so hard! As we moved to the bed, we both were ripping at my clothes, getting me down to totally naked in about three seconds. His hands were everywhere…squeezing my tits, fingering my pussy. He laughed when he saw how wet I already was. “I’m always ready for you, love,” I moaned.
I cannot tell you how amazing his cum was. We decided not to go all the way this time; instead, I gave him the best blow job I could muster. I even managed to deep throat him! My first time! And when he came, I raised my face and let all his hot jizz just cover me! It felt so sticky and warm and wonderful, just rolling down my cheeks. But like in my fantasy, when he was done, we rubbed all that yummy cum into my neck and tits, reveling in the fact I was now his.
I’m seeing him again tonight…and who knows where the next round of cum will end up!
My husband Charlie is a good, kind man. Which is why I felt completely safe surprising him with one of his fantasies on our last anniversary.
I stumbled onto this particular fantasy accidentally, cleaning out some stuff from our garage. There was this old journal of his from college, the fantasy written in it over and over. I mean, certain details different, but the plot was always the same. Charlie is a great lover, but he can be guarded, worried at times I might think he’s a freak. But that’s impossible. As I read the journal, I knew what his anniversary present had to be.
He came home from work the other night, when we’d planned to celebrate. But instead of finding me zipping up my dress or fastening my earrings, he found me kneeling, naked, in front of the door waiting for him. A leash was around my neck. He stopped dead in his tracks, shutting the door self-consciously behind him.
I crawled to his feet and sat back on my knees. “Master, I love you so terribly. Please use me, and cover me in your cum?”
His breathing was so heavy; he was so nervous. He leaned down and kissed me and murmured, “Really?”
I answered: “I’m your little cum slut.”
Immediately he kissed me again, quite possessively, snapped up the leash and led me to our couch. He hoisted me onto the seat bent over, then pulled down his own pants and just pushed his cock right into my dripping pussy. He fucked me hard, spanking me. It felt wonderful to be used so freely by him. Then, I heard him groan, and suddenly loads of wet jizz spurted all over my ass. I wiggled around to catch all I could, then he took his hand and smeared it all over.
In the same position, I had to spread my legs so he could finger me until I came. Once I did, he was ready to go again. Jerking the leash, he pulled me off the couch and had me lie on my back on the floor. He knelt over my mouth, lowered his hard cock toward me, and ordered me to “Open wide, slut.” He pushed his cock so deep in my throat. I truly loved this; I’d never been pinned like this under the weight of him. His balls, his whole cock was just in my face. I sucked and sucked and soon, another groan. He shot a new thick spray of jizz all over my face and down my tits. I licked my lips and smiled at him.
By the end of the night, I was covered. My hair, arms, thighs, pussy. The biggest challenge was when he fucked my ass, came inside me and made me push all the jizz out on some newspapers. I was so afraid I’d make a bigger mess! But, then, what was there to be afraid of? As we soaked in the tub together afterwards, and he kissed my neck so sweetly, I knew there was nothing now, nothing, we couldn’t say or do with each other. That said, we both agreed: tomorrow he gets to try the leash, hee hee.
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Every college girl needs pizza money, right? So I worked at a local coffee shop. Things started off fine, but considering my flat lined love life, my mind began to wander. Soon I felt like I was drowning in a fishbowl. I could see the men, but I couldn’t get at them—through the window outside, through the rings on every bride’s finger—but I wanted them so bad. Schoolwork was a decent distraction, because I could read and fantasize, but it’s just not the same as a real cock.
Then I met Tony and Tami. They also worked at AllInternal. I’d been helping them for months at the store. They were so excited, so in love, but I wasn’t jealous at all because they both were so sweet and really showered me with attention. One night they asked me out to dinner. A few drinks in, it all came spilling out: I’m a desperately horny 20-year-old girl who’s starving like mad for some fun.
They looked at each other in this weird, excited way. “If you’re willing to be kinky,” Tami said. “We can help.”
A couple hours later, I’m in their house, tied up, naked, a safeword ready—just in case, they said—in my brain. I was now their cum slave. If I liked men so bad, Tony said, I just might like this.
I was on all fours, my wrists and ankles bound apart with these metal bars. Tami was standing over me, telling me to lift my head so my face was ready for her Love.
Tony appeared, also naked, but like you see in paintings—so raw and predatory. His cock was already so huge and hard…I felt my pussy start to get wet, and for the first time, I felt so self-conscious that they both could see me like this. I liked it.
Tony told me to open my mouth. Tami steadied my head as he pushed his cock in. Eagerly I tightened my lips, swirled my tongue around his shaft. He thrust in deep, but I fought gagging and kept up as he really fucked my face.
“Get ready, little girl,” he said. “Here it comes.”
My heart raced as he suddenly pulled out and squirted a thick load of cum all down my face. Oh it felt so wonderful—to have the taste of Tony in my throat, on my lips, in my eyes and down my cheeks…it was everywhere. Tami pointed out that my pussy was already so wet, you could see my upper thighs shining.
This was definitely so new to me—I’d never been tied up in my life, or had a threesome! But just getting to release and roll around in a gorgeous man’s jizz was worth almost anything.
Next I thought he might fuck me, but he actually had Tami bend over in front of me and I had to watch while he fucked her. Soon he came again, all over and in her pussy. Then, to my surprise, he ordered me to clean her up! And what’s more, I really wanted to please him, to taste him again and maybe get a shot at having that cock finally myself. She backed her pussy up to my lips and I began to lick ravenously. She even bore down so his jizz came squirting out of her hole, and she really pushed it in my face, grinding his cum on my nose and mouth. My face was really dripping by the time she was done.
I didn’t get to have Tony that night. “All in good time,” he said with a wink. But I followed all his orders and went home that night absolutely covered in cum. We’re meeting again tonight…I can handle his teasing, as long as I get his jizz. It’s so totally the best part!
She sits with her legs spread in a V in front of her at the edge of the couch, naked, running a manicured nail in circles around her tender pink nipple, her big blue doe eyes staring up at him. Her tongue flicks at her
lip. “I want your cum.” She was dreaming of multiple guys’ jizz on her at once.
She says, with a hand twisting her long blond hair. She tilts her head to the side.
He smiles, and lazily tugs at his hard cock. “Just wait, baby girl. I’m going to give you more than you can handle.”
She perks up, sits straighter.
“But not yet.” He slaps his cock against the side of her face, flushed red from excitement and she lets out a little moan, with her tongue laps at it. He grabs her hair and throws her head away. “Not yet, bitch.”
She waits, breathing hard, thrusting her big breasts toward him, wondering where he’ll give it to her. She imagines the hot jizz squirting in between her breasts, rubbing it all over her naked body. She imagines it on her
face, slathering it on like luxurious lotion. She closes her eyes and her finger travels down her body to touch her clit. And that’s when it explodes against her face, the gush of it, hot and sticky and his moans, slapping her
in the most delightful ways and she cries out and licks at the white cum, bordering her lip and always, always wanting more.
I recently decided I needed a life (mostly looking at my phone bill and seeing how much time I spend just freaking texting all day), and started taking some painting classes after work. I doubt my landscapes will ever be worth a dime, but it’s definitely therapeutic to be in a quiet classroom thinking of flowers, clouds and trees.
My husband got curious as I began bringing finished pieces home. He got me an easel for my birthday, and now he’ll peek at me over his coffee Saturday mornings, watching as I set up new fruits or photos in the kitchen beside the easel to attempt. The peeking also probably has something to do with my painting naked. Why ruin clothes, you know?
One Saturday, he got up from his seat, came around behind me and whispered in my ear. “Did you ever maybe thinking of combining this passion with your other big passion?”
“And what is that?” I coyly whispered, nipping his ear.
“I know what else you like dripping down your skin when you’re naked. Care to make a masterpiece together?”
We began kissing, and what followed was definitely one of the more bizarre, erotic moments of my life. Yes, my husband totally knows that I’m a bit of—okay, completely—a cum fiend, but he totally pushed me to new heights with it here.
He stopped kissing me only to put my canvas on the floor, then started up again. His hands were everywhere, stroking my hair, squeezing my tits, pushing between my pussy lips, making me so wet! I felt his cock come up nice and hard along my thigh. I just love his cock so much—as soon as it’s hard, I’m on it.
I pushed him up against the counter, and then bent over in front of him, spreading my ass. He pushed into my pussy, and I moaned as he fucked me so nice and hard. Usually, he withdraws and cums all over me somewhere, and we enjoy rubbing it into my skin, but he had other ideas now. He wanted jizz dripping all over me!
I felt him suddenly cum, filling my pussy up. I could feel the hot jizz shooting into me, so warm and creamy. Then quickly he grabbed my hips and swiveled me over the canvas in a squat.
“Now push,” he said. Oooh, this was so naughty! I did as told and his jizz came oozing out of me, glopping down on the canvas with a sploot. I grabbed a paintbrush and some paint and began to spread his cum around, mixing a little color here and there.
I giggled, looking at my work. “This is hilarious, love! So abstract and avant-garde and absolutely filthy.”
All he answered was, “Think it needs more?”
Seconds later, I had his cock in my mouth, just relishing the energy and taste of him. I took him in this slow, tight deep throat even, and he watched closely as I gagged and released. I used my hands, mouth and tongue on him until he came, this time all over my face. I received the jizz hungrily; my hand on his spraying cock like it was a water fountain washing my skin. I turned to the canvas and kissed his cum onto it, and my husband swept his hands on my cheeks, then finger painting the cum all over.
We kept at it, and I kept adding color, until it was actually this gorgeous little piece all thick, gooey and vibrant. We have it hanging over our bed now. My husband is such an inspiration—and I turn red now every time I think about why!
At first I took Medieval Lit because I thought reading about knights and heroes and epic sex was cool, but the stakes totally got upped when I met my jizz professor. He walked in—young, tanned, dimpled—and this total twinkle of cleverness in his eyes.
I completely pictured him as every hero we studied. He was Beowulf, Sir Gawain, Cuchulainn. I thought of him all the time when I masturbated, too. Mostly I thought of him coming on me. Yes. He was so powerful, so beautiful as the heroes in my mind; I wanted him inside me, on me, all over me. His cum always flowed in my fantasies, rippling down my breasts and my ass and my face. I wanted to just drown in him, and the thought always made my own orgasms electrify me.
Imagine my delight, then, when I learned my desire was his desire too.
At the end of the semester, he called me to his office. Routine, you know? But when I arrived, he shut the door and knelt in front of my seat. He seemed so nervous.
“Jeannie, I need to be honest with you …” he was even sweating now, but all that made me do was picture him fighting Grendel, “I have spent a semester talking with you…looking at you. I know this is completely inappropriate, but—”
“If we’re quiet, we could do it right here, right now.” I blurted. His mouth hung open, stunned. I put my hand over my mouth and laughed, embarrassed. “Oh my God. You are making a move, right?”
“Yes.”
“Then fuck me.”
Instantly we were at it. I just could not wait to get at his cock; I dropped to my knees and yanked his pants clear.
His cock spilled through the opening in his boxers, already so big and hard. It would feel awesome in my pussy—and my mouth.
I swallowed his cock and he groaned. Working him with deep, wet tension, I sucked fast, and then slow, keeping him on his toes how I’d have him. He ran his hands through my hair, and then squeezed my head, guiding it, so I could learn the exact way he liked his cock sucked.
“Get up.” He grunted. “I want to fuck you and get my jizz all over your ass. Cool?”
I sprang up and kissed him gratefully.
He turned me around so I was bent over his desk. He lifted my skirt and pulled my panties down, my ass and pussy in his full view. Then I felt him rub the head of his cock up against my asshole. I relaxed, pushing back, wanting him so bad. Quickly his cock popped inside me, and he began to fuck my brains out. I had to grit my teeth and grab his desk hard, so desperate not to make a sound!
He fucked me so hard, over and over—but then pushed into me and just held there—and I could feel my ass just get filled and filled with his hot, shooting cum. God it felt so amazing! When he was done, he slowly pulled out, spreading my ass cheeks wide apart.
“I want to see it come out,” he whispered. “Push the jizz out for me?”
As he watched, I bore down, and I could feel his jizz slide right out of my gaping hole. He caught it with his fingers and spread it, as promised, all over my cheeks. Inside and out, I felt so warm and yummy with his cum! He patted my ass and kissed me.
“Dinner tonight? My place? Then we can be noisy,” he grinned.
“Perfect,” I agreed. “I like my sex a little more epic myself.”
I never took another one of his classes; but I’ve been covered in his cum every night since.
You know why I love cum? Because it is slippery and sticky…and fun to share. See, my best girlfriend Julie and I ended up at different colleges, like clear across the country. We like our schools, but miss each other dreadfully, so on every holiday we get together and make it a night we totally won’t forget. We’re best friends mostly because of sex. We can talk about anything, do anything—and I’ve never known anyone but her to have the same appetite as I do. Two girls hungry for cum! I literally thought I was just this total freak to love cum so much before I met her.
Julie and I were meeting over Thanksgiving one time, the Saturday after. We had the house to ourselves for the weekend because her parents had left to visit some friends. It was pretty early still, just getting on dinner time…we’d watched some movies, done our nails, and were now just lying in her bedroom talking when she had this insane idea.
“I’ll be blunt,” she said. “Are you horny?”
“Yes. We just watched two jizz videos and Boogie Nights!”
She grabbed her cell phone and started dialing. “Are you hungry?”
“For what?”
“Who cares,” she said. “If we don’t like it when it shows…we’ll just order something else.”
Yeah, it’s exactly what it sounded like: we started calling delivery places and ordering the minimum, and if we liked the delivery guy when he showed, we had him give us a little something extra.
It was our third delivery before we liked our first guy. He was this cute High School senior, a blue-eyed baseball player making some honest cash to put towards college. Adorable.
We had him sprawled out on Julie’s bed gasping in wild disbelief as we sucked him off together. He had his hand on my naked ass, squeezing and spanking it as I licked his balls. Julie was blowing his shaft with fierce, eager strokes. Then we shared his shaft, both of us licking it up and down and begging him for his cum. With him, we took it all over our faces: he shouted “I’m coming” and Julie tilted his cock so it sprayed my cheeks and lips. Then she kissed me, a deep French kiss, swallowing his cum, getting it all sticky and dribbling down her chin. He asked for our numbers. I gave him mine—he tasted great.
Our next guy was this poor big teddy bear who’d recently been laid off from some big banking position…I think we lifted his spirits a bit. He had me lay on top of Julie, us making out while he alternated fucking our pussies. I sucked Julie tits as he came raging inside her, and I quickly scurried down to lap it all up as it oozed so hot and fresh out of her. This guy was so juiced after all this, he decided to go try and win his estranged wife back. Go him. He even made a great jizz video.
By the end of the night, we’d played with six guys, and out tummies were all full and satisfied. The next morning, we took a shower together and headed down stairs.
Would you believe her parents were home early? There they were in the kitchen, just staring at the counter full of pizzas, Chinese, wings, pasta. It was hilarious! Julie told them we’d had a party, and these were leftovers. Not entirely untrue, of course—the best way to lie. Oh, Julie…I loved tasting her in that jizz as much as the jizz itself. Okay, maybe not. Cum is still the best, but there’s no one I’d rather share it with.
