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Michelle swept back her long brunette hair and rolled open the storage unit, and said, "Oh Crap", as two unstable boxes landed at her feet.
"Honey, you know the best way to get over someone is to get under someone new", said Frances, her blonde girlfriend, checking that nothing else would tumble on top of her and her recently divorced bestie.
Michelle had been dreading this afternoon. Her divorce was only just behind her, and a court order in hand to collect her stuff; that the prick Brad had locked in a storage unit just to piss her off.
Bradley had moved across town, made a fire sale on their apartment, and dumped her stuff in storage.
Talk about being a bastard.
The truth was he had come home and found Michelle being dogged on the lounge by his previous best friend, Joel.
Well, Michelle tried the defence that Brad had been away on business for ten fucking days and supposedly two more. She was, after all, a woman still under thirty and in need of a regular, very regular sexual working over, thank you.
The argument didn't cut it with Brad, and Joel didn't hang around to support her point of view.
The truth was, today, as she got ready to take her gear, Michelle could have done with both Brad and Joel and maybe even Frances on the side: because, since their split and divorce, it had been lean times for her pussy, apart from her own fingers.
She was a woman way overdue for a screw.
She was tense and tight and coiled. She needed a good sexual opening up immediately.
Frances cleared a few light boxes and realised there was actually plenty of space in the storage unit, the sod Brad had just dumped most stuff right at the front.
Michelle and Frances eased their way in to take stock of what was there.
Nothing was labelled. God only knew what was in any of the higgledy-piggledy containers and boxes.
"I think you better sort it a bit before we bring in my car, honey; besides, who cares if you leave shit memories behind," said Frances with a smirk.
"Okay, sweetie; just ferret around, and we'll sort out what I really want;" Michelle scored a bric-a-brac box full of fun memories that were hard to suppress.
Yeah, she missed Brad, and she really missed his functional cock even more.
Now Frances was an open-minded girl and knew all about the guilty secrets of self-pleasure and womanly assumed Michelle knew what to do when Brad was away.
No, not screw Joel; but get the toys out.
So, she was only mildly confronted when she opened her first box.
Truth is, there's one thing thinking about another woman's sex toys and the reality of actually seeing them.
Frances hit the sex jackpot box, as it were.
Well, her bestie Michelle obviously didn't do things by half as the blonde took in and fondled her brunette bestie's collection, including two vibrators, a whopper of a dildo, some cute cuffs and one sexy nurse's outfit.
Frances turned to see what Michelle was doing.
Maybe because she wanted to be caught with a delicate, slim, bright pink vibrator in her hand.
But there was her poor girlfriend with silent tears on her cheek, holding a small sideshow plush piggy given to her by Bradley's in their one month virginal courting days; oh, sweet, innocent youth.
Well, a bestie who needs cheering up; Fran knew what to do; comfort her, and a soft toy wasn't going to cut it; but how the hell that involved the sleek pink vibrator in her hand; well, it was probably something to do with her friend's tight shapely arse in a short dark skirt and in Frances's case; well; being more than a helping hand.
She got that naughty push from the devil sitting on her shoulder.
It was, in the end, a combination of tears, arse and vibrator in hand, equalling opportunity.
Fran was prepared for a slap, or God knows what, from her bestie.
This could be the end of their relationship or the start of something sensationally hot.
Well, she wasn't actually clearly processing any of that, more just the immediate; arse pressed thighs and pink vibrator ready to be turned on and pushed into girly flesh; that was dominating her fingers movement.
"Oh shit…oh yeah…Oh MY GOD…you bitch…Oh; fuck…Mmm…Mmm…Yeah…more."
Michelle was a bitch on heat. Overdue for pussy stimulation, and boy, was she getting the goodies where they were doing the best job.
Fran had approached her friend's arse without any caution.
Full sexual recklessness.
She hit another's woman's butt and pussy in a hungry, needy way, surprising herself and her forceful desires. Two women were immediately under the sway of close bodies and genital excitement.
Fran's hand had gone under Michelle's skirt, straight under her panties, yanked to the side, one hand spreading her thighs apart, her other hand flicking on the sleek pink vibrator; at a more than sedate speed; and letting it do its insane pleasurable massage; so slightly and lightly on her bestie's pleats of sensitive pussy skin.
The finger of her other hand was rimming her girlfriend's arse.
It was an all-or-nothing moment. Fran had it all. Michelle was enjoying it all. The vibrator; hell, it was just doing all it was designed for.
The brunette processed her bestie was delivering the wanton sought happiness to her pussy, and she was taking it instantly. It was made more exciting by being her first girl-on-girl contact.
Michelle spread her legs wider, the tramp bending forward over a stack of boxes so Fran could see where her superlative work was already underway.
The blonde was caught in the fixated moment of cute, exposed, vulnerable, needy pussy.
The pink of the vibrator was only a few shades darker than her friend's stunning flappy lipettes sliding back and forth over the head of the thrusting toy.
Of course, the sight made her drive the toy deeper, and of course, the bitch ramped upped the plaything's speed.
What's the point of having a fast setting if you won't use it?
Man, oh man, did her brunette girlfriend's pussy get wet fast from that rapid point.
Michelle was tossing around her head, her brunette mane flowing everywhere. God, her pussy felt great. Fran had a deft touch, a delicious combination of pressure and release.
That was until her bestie went feral.
Frances just had to dig her finger deep into Michelle's cute puckered arsehole and press the tip of the vibrator hard and directly onto her girlfriend's clitty.
"Orrgh fuck…Oh …OH…Orrgh …fuck you…you bitch…Yess…Yes…Orrgh," went the brunette, as her pleasure ride became a sustained rollercoaster of girly clit bliss.
Unknown to the two women, they were being watched.
Brad had come to clean out the storage unit he had to hire next to Michelle's, which had the last of his stuff. But before he opened his roller door, he heard the tell-tale sexual noises from the following storage unit.
From the unmistakable moaning and the spread boxes, he realised it had to be Michelle.
Brad initially thought: you bitch, screwing the owner of the units.
But he still had a male look.
He got to look alright.
Hot
Skanky.
Smutty!
He wanted to join in.
Base primal urge. Besides seeing his ex's arse get fingered and a vibrator driving her pussy wild, well, it was too much for his equally recently underused cock.
And as that hot girlfriend of his ex-wife, that sexy blonde Fran, who was starting to grind her pussy into Michelle's thigh, it was clear she wouldn't object to a decent dogging.
"Oh God…Oh Fuck…Yeah…Yes…You bastard…Oh Fuck…deeper …Orrgh," was all the blonde managed as her own pussy was assaulted by a hard throbbing pecker straight between her back thighs, no begs pardons and no warning.
Luckily, her coochie was sodden and ready because she was so excited pleasuring her friend.
But now her own body was gleefully trapped in happiness, too.
And Brad knew how to use his dick really well.
Michelle became aware of the extra body pressing into her girlfriends before her mouthful of excited satisfaction.
She turned and saw the blonde's enjoyment. She saw her ex's total contentment and heard his pleasure-filled groans.
Oh, a vibrator is good. In fact, they are very, very good. They deliver personal sex joy goodies in abundance.
But a cock, oh cock is just that, cock, primed and rugged, natural rigid, stiff man meat, designed for a woman's body.
Michelle had that hard-wired moment.
Yeah, Brad reduced to his cock.
Her ex was too much temptation. Well his meat package!
The brunette squeezed herself from under her bestie's excited, wound-up and happy body.
Boy, was Brad pumping her bestie hard.
Michelle needed cock, bugger her girlfriend's needs.
Brad got what no ex he ever knew got; his ex and her bestie; sucking off his cock together.
Brad would have taken being sucked off by any chick; he was so out of form.
But to have two sensational women worshipping your dick.
Unreal, but it was real.
His former wife was sucking his cock head. Firm and lip-shaped. She was really enjoying his pecker. Brad was enjoying it, too. It was like old times, which were great in this instance.
But this was new times because her blonde girlfriend was teasing his nut sack and licking his arsehole at the same time.
Swathes of pleasures everywhere a guy could wish for, all simultaneously.
Brad had the thought: life didn't get better than this.
But Brad, sometimes it does.
They had him down, flatting a few softer boxes on the way. His ex-spearing her gorgeous shaved pussy onto his already glistening shaft, still wet from the blonde's work-out of her love nest.
Brad would have groaned loudly enough for the whole storage complex to hear, but Fran was sitting on his face, giving him her arse and pussy to lick.
Wow, his only thought; as his tongue and dick both got into the action.
Fran was happy because her arsehole and clit were getting the attention they always deserved.
However, she was actually happier still because her bestie was riding cock again.
Maybe not a new cock; it was her ex's cock; but she was one happy woman, rocking and swaying and riding. She was rising up from and banging back down on Brad's cock; the true ball deep.
Michelle's fingers got to her own clitty, and she had a humdinger of an orgasm. Her mind full of; the vibrator, her girlfriend's efforts, watching Fran face sitting and Brad's cock back in her.
Brad was ready to shoot off; when his ex was off him, now fully sated from her girlfriend's earlier prep work and his cock and her own finger indulgence.
He wondered if this was the moment he creamed two beautiful faces.
You know, male dream stuff.
No, Brad, this is where your happy ex; rewards you with her best friend's arse.
Fran needed it. Brad wanted it. Michelle was happy to see it.
Oh, the sweet, sweet sin of it all.
However, it can't be considered wrong if it got a couple back together.
Fran was reverse cowgirl positioned, poised over Brad's cock.
Michelle fingering and gaping and spitting into the blonde's tight arsehole. Then easing her ex's cock into the pretty, sensitive constriction. Then working her bestie's buttocks off her Brad's cock.
Brad was in pecker paradise. His cock massaged in a sweet griping vice. His own ex guiding her girlfriend's apple butt away from and back down his dick.
He could see it all. Enjoy it all. Feel it all.
Fran went the arse clutch.
Well, she was a seasoned tart.
Michelle clenched handfuls of the blonde's booty and then worked a finger around her ex's cock and her girlfriend's rim.
She had the dirty but nice feeling.
Fran had the naughty and sensationally so good feeling.
Brad just thought his cock would explode.
Yeah, Bradley had the uncontrollable pecker shudders and jerks. The full stiff heaving jizz release. He felt fucking awesome. He felt the best he had in quite a while, especially as the blonde eased her arse off his pecker, and her grand cream-filled gape was his to: well, male appreciate.
Brad just enjoyed the view of his dick's handiwork.
Michelle kissed Fran. It was mutually hot for the two. The kissing started to get Brad partially re-aroused as well.
Then the girls did; well, what girls do in a threesome; the girly whispering.
Brad was relaxing. It was a womanly post-sex thing, he assumed.
No, it was all designed to get Bradley hard again, and he was well on the way as Michelle licked his cum straight out from her girlfriend's arse, right in front of him.