Fuckfest with BF's Best Friend - All Over House Shower Sex Foreplay Creampie - Part 6

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I couldn’t believe my luck when Mike told me he had to fly out for that emergency weekend meeting in Chicago. Friday morning, he kissed me goodbye at the door, suitcase in hand, looking all professional in his button-down and tie. “I’ll be back Sunday night, babe. Miss you already.” His lips brushed mine softly, the same gentle kiss he’d given me a thousand times. I smiled sweetly, waved as his Uber pulled away, and the second the door clicked shut, my entire body lit up like a live wire.
The apartment felt different immediately-bigger, freer, pulsing with possibility. The morning sunlight streamed through the sheer white curtains in the living room, painting golden stripes across the leather couch where Jake had fucked me senseless while Mike snored next door just days ago. The air still carried the faint vanilla-lime scent from our last drink night, but underneath it I could already smell my own growing arousal, warm and sweet like ripe peaches mixed with that deeper, creamy feminine musk that always bloomed when I thought about Jake.
I texted him the second Mike’s plane took off: “He’s gone. All weekend. Door’s unlocked. Come fuck me everywhere.”
Jake didn’t reply with words. He just sent a single 🔥 emoji and showed up twenty minutes later.
The moment he stepped inside, the energy in the apartment shifted. He kicked the door closed behind him, eyes dark and hungry, that messy dark hair still damp from his shower. He smelled incredible-fresh soap, sandalwood cologne, and that raw masculine heat that made my knees weak. I was already naked except for a tiny silk robe that barely covered my ass, my full C-cup breasts straining against the thin fabric, nipples hard and aching.
“Missed this pussy all week,” he growled, grabbing me by the waist and yanking me against him. His mouth crashed down on mine in a deep, filthy kiss-tongue sliding in, claiming me instantly. I moaned into him, tasting mint and pure lust. His big hands slid under the robe, cupping my bare ass, squeezing hard enough to leave marks. I could feel his thick cock already rock-hard through his jeans, pressing against my belly.
We didn’t even make it to the bedroom first.
Right there in the entryway, he shoved the robe off my shoulders and let it pool at my feet. The cool morning air kissed my skin, raising goosebumps across my heavy breasts. Jake dropped to his knees, spread my thighs wide, and buried his face between my legs without a single word. His tongue was hot and demanding, licking long, slow stripes from my asshole all the way up to my swollen clit. The wet, obscene slurping sounds echoed in the quiet hallway. I was already dripping-thick, sweet arousal coating his tongue as he sucked my clit hard, two thick fingers plunging deep into my pussy.
“Fuck, Soph… you taste even sweeter when you’re this desperate,” he groaned against my folds. The vibration sent sparks through my core. I gripped his hair, hips grinding against his face, the scent of my pussy blooming thick and heavy-peach-sweet mixed with that musky, creamy woman smell that always drove him wild. He finger-fucked me faster, curling those digits against my g-spot while his tongue flicked my clit relentlessly. I came hard within minutes, thighs shaking, a hot gush of squirt soaking his chin and dripping onto the hardwood floor.
That was just the warm-up.
We fucked our way through every room like animals in heat.
In the living room, he bent me over the back of the couch where Mike and I watched movies together. Jake slammed into me from behind in one brutal thrust, his thick cock stretching my soaked pussy wide open. The wet squelching sounds were loud and filthy as he pounded me, balls slapping my clit. My breasts bounced wildly against the leather, nipples dragging across the cool surface. He reached around and rubbed my clit in tight circles while growling dirty things in my ear-“Your boyfriend’s couch is getting soaked with my cock in his girl’s cunt.” I came again, screaming his name, pussy milking him until he filled me with the first thick creampie of the weekend, hot ropes painting my walls as it leaked down my thighs.
We moved to the kitchen next. I was still leaking his cum when he lifted me onto the marble island, spreading my legs wide like a feast. He ate my creampie pussy slowly this time-long, savoring licks, sucking his own load out of me and feeding it back to me in messy kisses. The kitchen smelled of us now-fresh coffee I’d brewed earlier mixing with the heavy, primal scent of sex: creamy cum, sweet pussy nectar, sweat. He fucked me right there on the counter, my back arched, heels digging into his ass as he drove deep. Another load. Another orgasm that left me trembling and dripping onto the cold marble.
The bedroom was where we really let loose. Our bed-mine and Mike’s-became our battlefield. Jake laid me on my back, legs over his shoulders, and fucked me so deep I felt him in my stomach. The sheets quickly soaked with our combined juices. He made me ride him reverse cowgirl, my ass bouncing, tits jiggling, while he slapped my cheeks red and called me his secret slut. We 69’d for what felt like hours-him devouring my cum-filled pussy while I deep-throated his thick cock, gagging and drooling, the musky taste of us driving me insane. By the time we collapsed, the entire room reeked of raw, filthy sex-thick, heady, addictive. Cum leaked from me in heavy white globs onto the sheets Mike would never know about.
But the shower… God, the shower was something else entirely.
It was late Saturday afternoon. The apartment was already saturated with the scent of nonstop fucking-sweat, cum, my sweet arousal clinging to every surface like perfume. My body was deliciously sore, thighs sticky, pussy puffy and tender from hours of use. Jake suggested the shower with that wicked grin I’d come to crave. “Let’s get you cleaned up… then get you even dirtier.”
The bathroom was warm and steamy before we even turned the water on. I’d lit two scented candles earlier-jasmine and sandalwood-to try masking the sex smell, but they only added to the erotic haze. The air felt thick, humid, carrying the faint floral sweetness of the candles mixed with the lingering musk of our bodies.
Jake turned the shower on first, adjusting the temperature until hot water cascaded from the rainfall head like a tropical waterfall. Steam billowed up immediately, fogging the big mirror and the glass walls of the walk-in shower. The scent of my coconut body wash sat on the shelf, ready and waiting.
He stepped in first, completely naked, water streaming down his muscular chest, over his abs, making his thick cock glisten as it hung heavy between his legs-already half-hard again. He held out his hand. “Come here, baby.”
I stepped in slowly, the hot water hitting my skin like a thousand tiny kisses. It felt incredible after hours of sweaty, rough fucking. Jake pulled me under the spray with him, our bodies pressing together instantly. His hands roamed everywhere-sliding down my back, cupping my ass, squeezing my breasts. The water made everything slick and smooth.
He started the foreplay right there, slow and deliberate, like he wanted to torture me with pleasure.
First, he turned me away from him so my back pressed against his chest. The hot water poured over my breasts as he reached around, cupping them from behind. His thumbs circled my nipples slowly, teasing them into stiff peaks. He pinched gently, then harder, rolling them between his fingers until I moaned and arched back into him. His cock was fully hard now, nestled between my ass cheeks, hot and throbbing. He rocked his hips slowly, sliding that thick shaft up and down my crack while his hands continued worshipping my tits.
“Feel how hard you make me, Soph?” he murmured against my ear, voice low and gravelly over the sound of the water. “Even after fucking you all day, this cock still wants more.”
He grabbed the coconut body wash, squeezed a generous amount into his palm, and started lathering me up. His soapy hands slid over my shoulders, down my arms, then back to my breasts-massaging them thoroughly, fingers gliding over my slippery nipples. The coconut scent bloomed rich and creamy, mixing with the steam and the faint musky hint of my pussy that was already starting to drip again despite the water.
He worked lower, soaping my stomach, my hips, my thighs. Then he dropped to his knees behind me. The water cascaded over his head as he spread my ass cheeks wide. He soaped my pussy first-gentle, teasing strokes of his fingers along my outer lips, then dipping between them to circle my swollen clit. I gasped, bracing my hands on the tiled wall. He slipped two soapy fingers inside me, curling them slowly, fucking me with them while his thumb rubbed my clit in lazy circles.
The foreplay was maddeningly slow. He took his time, exploring every inch. He soaped my asshole next, circling the tight ring with a soapy fingertip, pressing lightly until I moaned and pushed back. He didn’t penetrate yet-just teased, building the ache.
He stood back up, turned me to face him, and kissed me deep under the spray. Our tongues slid together, wet and hot, while his soapy hands roamed my body again. This time he focused on my pussy from the front-three fingers sliding in and out, stretching me, scissoring me open while his palm ground against my clit. The coconut scent was everywhere now, sweet and tropical, layered over the growing musk of my fresh arousal that the water couldn’t fully wash away.
I was trembling, begging by the time he finally rinsed me clean.
“Your turn,” I whispered, grabbing the body wash.
I lathered his chest first, running my soapy hands over every hard muscle, tracing the lines of his abs, then lower. I wrapped both hands around his thick cock, stroking him slowly, twisting at the head the way I knew he loved. He groaned, head falling back under the water. I dropped to my knees, the tiles hard but the water warm on my back, and took him into my mouth. The coconut taste mixed with the salty precum leaking from his tip as I sucked him deep, gagging softly, saliva dripping down my chin to mix with the shower spray.
I worshipped his cock for long minutes-slow, deep sucks, tongue swirling around the head, one hand stroking the shaft while the other soaped and massaged his heavy balls. The steam made everything feel more intimate, more filthy. The bathroom smelled purely of sex and coconut now-sweet, creamy, masculine, addictive.
Jake finally pulled me up, spun me around, and pressed me against the cool tiled wall. The contrast between the cold tiles on my breasts and the hot water on my back made me shiver. He kicked my legs apart, lined up his cock, and pushed inside me in one long, slow thrust.
“Fuuuuck,” we both moaned together.
He fucked me like that-deep, steady strokes against the wall, one hand reaching around to rub my clit while the other pinched my nipple. The water made every thrust louder, wetter, sloppier. My pussy squelched around his thick shaft, creamy arousal mixing with the shower spray and leaking down my thighs.
He pulled out suddenly, turned me again, and lifted me up. My legs wrapped around his waist as he pinned me against the wall and slammed back inside. This time it was harder, faster-pure pounding. My tits bounced against his chest with every thrust. The steam swirled around us. The scent was overwhelming: coconut, pussy, cum, sweat, sandalwood.
I came hard, screaming his name, pussy clamping down on him like a vice. He followed right after, burying himself deep and flooding me with another massive creampie. I felt every hot spurt, thick and warm, mixing with the water still raining down on us.
We stayed locked together under the spray for a long time, kissing softly now, letting the water rinse away the visible mess while the scent of what we’d done lingered heavy in the steamy air.
That shower fuck was only the middle of our endless weekend.
We kept going-fucking on the balcony under the stars that night, me riding him slow and deep while city lights twinkled below. We did it again in the hallway at 2 a.m., quick and rough against the wall. Sunday morning we woke up in a tangle of cum-soaked sheets and started all over again in the kitchen while coffee brewed.
By the time Mike’s flight landed Sunday night, the apartment smelled like fresh linen spray and vanilla candles I’d used to cover our tracks. I greeted him at the door in a cute sundress, smiling innocently, pussy still tender and secretly full of Jake’s last load from that afternoon.
Mike never suspected a thing.
But I knew the truth.
This weekend had ruined me for anything else.
And Jake had already texted me: “Next time he leaves town… we’re doing it all over again. Harder.”