Fucking you and your drunk friend [M/F/F, creampie, lesbian, etc.]

I had agreed to be your DD for the girls night out you had planned ahead of schedule, so when you called around 11:30 I already knew what to expect. What I didn’t expect was for your friend Chelsea to be staying with us. I know how horny you get after a few drinks and I suspect that you won’t care if your friend hears you moaning. Maybe she won’t even remember, who knows. At least neither of you are terribly drunk, just loosened up and having a good time.

I’m in our room getting ready for bed when you both come in and get under the covers. I laugh and grab the throw blanket from the chair and start to head for the couch when you call me back in. I turn around in time for you to fling your panties at me, landing them at my feet.

“Where do you think you’re going?” You ask loudly before you both start laughing.

“Show is your dick!” Chelsea cheers as I start laughing with you two. Maybe you’re more drunk than I thought. “I only came here because sara said I could have fun tonight.” She admits, trying to be seductive. I raise an eyebrow and look at you with a smile.

“There were NO hot guys out tonight, I couldn’t send her home with any of them so I told her she could come have some fun with us tonight, no big deal.” You ramble, justifying yourself. I ask if you’re serious, not angry, just hesitant. “Yeah, she’s on the pill, give her the pipe, the girl needs to get dicked.” You make fun of her as she laughs with you. She flips the covers up and off of both of you. You’re already naked from the waist down and Chelsea is has her shorts around her knees, letting me see her pink panties.

“Come on, I shaved my pussy just for tonight, don’t let it go to waste.” She says as she rubs herself. My sleep pants are sticking out as my cock hardens looking at you two laying in wait to be pleasured by me. I smile and shrug, pulling my shirt off. She claps and you pull your shirt off too. “Hold on, let me get naked too!” She exclaims while stripping down.

“Look at this girls coochie!” You say, pointing between Chelsea’s legs. “I wish mine looked that photogenic!” You’re not wrong, her pussy looked like it was made for modeling. Her outer labia puffy and smooth, hiding her inner folds. I sit on the bed between you and lay a hand on either of your thighs. You start to play with my balls and she begins stroking my cock, smearing my precum on her hand. My hands slide between both of your legs, the fingers on my right hand spreading her smooth lips and entering her body as my left-hand fingers do the same to your pouty lips.

“Fuck, that feels amazing,” I comment. The feeling of you both going your own tempo and style as you jerk me off is a new pleasure I never knew I was missing out on. I only hope that my finger fucking is half as good for you both.

“Wanna feel something even better?” Chelsea asks with a wink. She lets go of my shaft and leans over me, taking my cock into her mouth. I moan lowly, always enjoying head. You move and sit across from her, spreading your legs and rubbing yourself.

“Yeah, suck his dick,” you encourage as you masturbate to her blowing me. “Don’t be a bitch, swallow his load.” You continue. To be honest, she’s good enough that I’m already trying not to cum. She suddenly takes my full length, my tip running down the back of her throat. She keeps her mouth there and uses her tongue to stimulate me over the edge. I tap her shoulder rapidly, groaning as she goes to sucking on just my head right as I orgasm, filling her mouth with my jizz.

“Oh yeah,” I sigh. “Good girl,” I congratulate Chelsea. She opens her mouth to you to show that she swallowed and goes to you, kissing you as you fall back and she falls onto you. I would typically need more time to recover between rounds, but seeing you making out keeps me rock hard. I grab Chelsea’s waist and guide myself between her puffy lips, her spit still wet on my cock as I force it into her tight pussy. She moans loudly, surprised by the sudden penetration of her body.

“I think you just fucking ripped me open,” she half jokes. “Am I bleeding?” She asks. I pull my dick out and watch as her snatch clings to my shaft.

“Maybe just a little,” I joke. She just giggles and keeps kissing you. I go back to thrusting in and out of her, working my way further into her, stretching her hole to it’s breaking point. She reaches between her legs and puts two fingers on either side of my shaft, covering her lips.

“That hurts so fucking bad,” she admits. “And I have never been so close to Cummings so fast.” She continues. “Let me flip over.” I pull out of her, her labia stretching with and iron grip around me.

You move out of Chelsea’s way so that she can lay on her back before getting over her and lowering your pussy to her mouth. She moans in agreement as she tastes you, wrapping her arms around your thighs. I lift her legs, cradling them in my elbows so that I can get at a good angle to fuck her. You reach down and grab my cock, guiding it inside of your friends smooth pussy. I moan into your mouth as you kiss me while I enter her body, shoving my dick deep in into her vag, making her in turn moan into your slit as she eats and tongue fucks you.

“Do you like her tight little pussy?” You ask as you look down to watch me pound Chelsea. “She looks like she feels good.” I tell you she does, not ashamed. You feel great too, but she feels like she’s never had a cock bigger than a pencil. I’m stretching her more and more with every thrust, satisfying that craving she came with.

“You’re easier to fuck rough though. I can get in your little cum hole and wreck you.” I compliment. “Her cunt is tight but if I can’t get all the way in,” I shrug with a grin.

“Fuck off,” she laughs, tilting her head back from your snatch to talk. “If you want to get in these guts so bad, lean me over the edge of the bed, give me a pillow to bite and just go for it.” I pull out of her and we all change positions again. Chelsea stands next to the bed and spreads her legs wide before laying her upper body on the bed. You sit against the headboard and masturbate while you watch me stand behind her, slapping my palm across her puffy lips. She cries out in pleasure before moaning as I shove my cock back into her with more pressure this time.

“Come on daddy,” you urge. “She’s not letting you fuck her like you like. Teach her how you fuck.” I can see a hint of a sadistic glint in your eye as you furiously finger yourself. I grab Chelsea by the hips and hold her so that I can force my dick deep inside of her. Her pussy still resists my girth and length. I pull mostly out of her and ram myself hard into her repeatedly, making her cry out every time I bottom out her tight hole. I pick up the pace, still fucking her as hard as before. Her hands grip the sheets as tightly as her vag grips my shaft while she buries her face in the covers and moans loudly into the cotton.

I look over at you as you gasp and then moan with her as you climax from watching me fuck your best friend. Your legs tremble and I can see your pussy spasming at every touch as you gingerly rub yourself. Seeing you finger yourself always got me fired up. The way your hand moved was fluid and even though I could get you off with just my fingers, you knew exactly where and how to touch to cum hard.

I slap Chelsea’s ass and thrust as hard as I can, fucking her until she screams and I’m fully inside of her, not caring about the pain she’s feeling as I stretch her cunt. Her legs wobble and she tenses up before crying out, moaning as she orgasms. I keep pounding her until her legs finally give out and she’s laying on the bed breathing hard and ragged, her whole body sweaty and shaking. Her puffy snatch is gaped open, her milky grool and wet sloppily covering her lips and inner thighs.

“Get what you came here for?” I ask while I pick up her panties and wipe my cock off with them. She rolls onto her back out of the sweat outline she’s left on the covers. She pulls her legs up and holds them to her chest as she moans still. You come over to the edge of the bed and lay on your back, impatiently waiting for your turn. I slide the tip of my dick between your labia and enter you. We both sigh as I feel how much easier I can glide in and out of you while still feeling your grip on me. You lift your legs up onto my shoulders and I start to fuck you fast, having to trouble bottoming you out while still getting balls deep inside of you.

“Fuck, that looks like it feels so good,” Chelsea comments as she watches us. Her hand goes between her legs and she lightly touches her swollen and red snatch. “I want to finger myself but it’s hurts.” She laughs.

“This doesn’t,” you reply, panting. “This feels fucking great.” Your hands grab your own breasts as you close your eyes and tilt your head back. I reach forward and grip your throat to silence you. I squeeze, watching your face turn dark red as I relentlessly fuck your small body. You moan as loudly as possible through my grip and arch your back as you orgasm again, this time with me inside of you instead of your fingers. I can’t hold out any longer either. You moan again as you feel my cock cumming inside of you. I hold it deep inside of you as my cum fills any room my dick couldn’t. I pull out and let the creampie I left in you spill out. The room is heavy with the smell of sex and sweat. I lay next to you, worn out.

“How big is your shower?” We hear Chelsea ask.

Source: reddit.com/r/Erotica/comments/ho38om/fucking_you_and_your_drunk_friend_mff_creampie

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