“How big is your shower?” We hear Chelsea ask. I grab you a towel to wipe the mess I dumped into you up with before I answer.
“Big enough,” I respond, understanding the implication. She gets off of the bed onto shaky legs and brushes her fingers across my chest as she makes her way into the bathroom. She turns the lights on and we her approve of the situation. I help you sit up and kiss you passionately. You wrap your arms around my shoulders and I hold you for a moment before leading you into the bathroom behind Chelsea who’s already turned the shower head on.
“It’s her turn to fuck me,” she states as she takes your hand and pulls you into the other side of the glass wall and into our tiled shower area. “I’d imagine you’ll hurt less than him.” She jokes with you before kissing you. You both go under the stream of water and let the sweat get washed down your shining bodies. Your hair goes from a sex induced mess to straight and sticking to your back. You push Chelsea towards the bench that runs the length of the back wall and sit her on it. You sit next to her and turn so that you can both intertwine your legs, leaning back to scissor with each other.
“Got to get him hard again anyway,” you say as you wink at me. I watch as your beautiful bodies touch and her puffy lips rub against your more prominent labia. “Take a picture, it’ll last longer,” you laugh at me while I stare at one of my wildest fantasies come true.
“Ugh, please yes,” Chelsea begs. “I want to get off to this forever.” I don’t waste any time retrieving my cell from the night stand and coming back to be your personal photographer. I get closer and capture your intimate sex in video and pictures. I can yell you’re both loving the attention, rubbing against each other harder and moaning together. You pull me closer to your end of the bench and grab my cock, fully erect again. I take another step forward and film you as you take me into your mouth. “Oh yeah, suck him Sara. Suck his dick you slut.” She urges, clearly edging.
Your blowjob is much more aggressive and sloppier than Chelsea’s. She used technique and small motions to arouse me while you use the back of your throat and suction to please me. Both feel good, no matter who’s mouth is sucking me off. I hold the back of your head as you gag and make noises while taking my length. I pull myself back before I get to close, wanting to save myself so I could fuck you both again. You wipe your mouth and the tears from the corners of your eyes, smiling as you push back against her snatch, making her cry echo out above the sound of the water as she climaxes again, still rubbing herself against you just long enough for you to orgasm shortly after.
“I think we could all get off to that later,” I comment, showing her the video of her cumming. Chelsea makes a satisfied noise after seeing you cum just after her. She turns to lay on the bench with her legs spread towards me, inviting me to feel her warm embrace around my cock again. I pull a towel from the rack and put it on the shower floor to kneel on before teasing her pink slit with the tip. I drag it up and down her wet lips, ready to fuck her tight little cunt again. I press my girth forward, not caring about the resistance I feel from her body. She gasps as I penetrate her tiny body, getting in more easily this go around.
“Just don’t cum in her,” you warn with a laugh. “That’s for your princess only.” I nod in agreement and start thrusting in and out of Chelsea. She still unbelievably tight, but I can at least fuck her with speed now. I breath heavily as my cock stretches her pussy with each deep thrust. She whimpers and moans softly, taking her breasts in her palms and squeezing them. My hand presses against her belly and slides up to her neck, gripping it as tightly as her snatch is gripping my dick.
Her face turns a dark red as she gasps for air before her eyes roll back in her head and she bucks on the bench. She manages to squeak out a cry as she orgasms, contracting on my shaft. I keep fucking her until her hand pushes me away from her shaking body. Her grool clings to my cock as I pull it out of her, her labia stretching out as her slit still grips me.
“I need that to happen more,” Chelsea pants. “I’ve never felt that fucking full, shit.” She compliments me. I smile at her as I catch my breath while rinsing her cum off of me in the hot water. I can’t help but stroke myself as you bend over next to her, dipping your back down to push your pouty pussy lips out for easier access.
I walk to you and let my erection press upwards against your stomach, letting you know I’m going to be that deep inside of you. You lift your arm as Chelsea slides beneath you facing up towards you and starts to kiss you. She reaches down and grabs my cock, guiding it into your warm pussy. You moan into her mouth as you feel me enter your body, enjoying the feeling of my shaft rubbing against your tight walls. Chelsea’s hand stays between us, massaging my sack as I give you slow, deep thrusts, pushing against your cervix.
You bounce back towards me, urging me to speed up. I widen my stance and grab your small waist before jackhammering into your wet slit. Chelsea feels you push your lips harder against hers and your tongue frantically moving inside of her mouth. Your nails dig into her shoulders as you fight off cumming too soon, trying to enjoy me just a little longer. I send you over the edge by pulling your hips hard against me and holding myself as deep as I can get inside of you while rotating my hips, making you moan, unable to take it anymore. You tremble and slump down off of me and onto your naked best friend, both pussies sore from my cock stretching them.
“How did you not cum in her?” Chelsea asks, “I would have thought you’d cum again by now.” She admits. I shrug, unsure too. “We can fix that. Come on Sara, lay like we did before.” She directs. “But you sit here,” she instructs me. I sit down as you stand on wobbly legs and get on the other side of me. She lays her legs over my lap, my cock standing against her snatch, feeling it’s warmth against me. You put your legs over me as well, entailing them in hers again. “We’ll rub our pussies on him til he cums on us.” She explains, already rubbing against me as your labia press agains the side of my shaft. She reaches down and plays with the tip of my dick and in my precum,
“Better than one pussyjob,” I sigh loudly as I enjoy feeling both of your wet slits rubbing up and down on me, a new experience for me. I moan deeply as I feel myself getting close. Chelsea moves her hand and lets your snatches get me off. I exhale as my cum geysers out and onto both of you. I roll onto my side next to you and Chelsea lays with us, all panting and covered in each other’s cum.
“I guess we might as well use the shower for what it was meant for,” you joke.
Source: reddit.com/r/Erotica/comments/i4hlq8/fucking_you_and_your_drunk_friend_part_2_mff