Girlfriends Lick Pussies Then Wild Amateur Threesome

Title: Girlfriends Lick Pussies Then Wild Amateur Threesome (52 characters)
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Story itself.

Sarah and her best friend Michelle had been hanging out at Sarah’s place all afternoon like they did most weekends. The living room was a typical mess—empty coffee mugs on the table, throw pillows half on the floor, TV droning some reality show in the background that neither was really watching. Sarah’s husband David was due home any minute from his Saturday shift at the warehouse. The two women were sprawled on the couch in yoga pants and loose tanks, chatting about nothing important, laughing at stupid memes on their phones.
Michelle stretched, her big tits straining against the thin fabric. “God, I’m so fucking horny today,” she said casually, like she was commenting on the weather. Sarah glanced over, smirking. They’d fooled around before—once or twice after too much wine—but never planned it. Today felt different. No wine needed.
“Yeah? Me too,” Sarah replied, voice dropping lower. She shifted closer until their thighs touched. Michelle didn’t pull away. Instead she turned, eyes flicking to Sarah’s mouth. “Wanna… just a little?”
Sarah nodded, heart picking up. They leaned in at the same time, lips meeting soft at first, then hungrier. Hands wandered fast—Michelle cupped Sarah’s breast through the shirt, thumb brushing the nipple that hardened instantly. Sarah slid her hand between Michelle’s legs, rubbing over the cotton crotch already damp.
“Fuck, you’re soaked,” Sarah muttered against her mouth.
Michelle laughed breathlessly. “Been thinking about this all week.”
They peeled off tops quick, no grace, just need. Sarah’s heavy tits bounced free; Michelle’s were even bigger, nipples dark and stiff. They kissed again, tongues sloppy, hands kneading flesh. Sarah pushed Michelle back on the couch, yanking down her pants. No panties underneath—just bare pussy, lips puffy and glistening.
Sarah didn’t hesitate. She spread Michelle’s thighs wider, lowered her head, and dragged her tongue slow from bottom to top. Michelle gasped, hips jerking. “Oh shit… yes, like that.”
Sarah licked circles around the clit, sucking gently then harder. Michelle’s hand tangled in Sarah’s hair, guiding her. The wet sounds filled the room—slurping, soft moans, the couch creaking under shifting weight. Michelle tasted tangy, musky, familiar from before but better today.
“Fuck, your tongue feels so good,” Michelle panted. “Don’t stop.”
Sarah slipped two fingers inside, curling them while flicking the clit fast. Michelle’s back arched, thighs clamping around Sarah’s head. She came hard, shaking, a low “fuuuck” escaping as her pussy clenched around the fingers.
They switched. Michelle flipped Sarah onto her back, spreading her legs wide. Sarah’s pussy was shaved smooth, lips swollen. Michelle dove in, tongue flat and broad, lapping up the wetness. Sarah moaned louder, grabbing her own tits, pinching nipples. “Eat me… yeah, right there.”
Michelle sucked the clit hard, fingers pumping in and out. Sarah’s hips bucked, grinding against Michelle’s face. The room smelled like sex now—sweat, pussy, the faint leftover scent of lunch they’d eaten earlier. The TV kept babbling, ignored.
Sarah came fast, thighs trembling, a sharp cry as she flooded Michelle’s mouth. They collapsed together, breathing hard, giggling a little at how messy they were—hair wild, faces shiny.
The front door clicked open.
David walked in, keys jingling, stopping dead when he saw them half-naked on the couch. “Holy… what the fuck?”
Sarah sat up, not bothering to cover her tits. “Hey babe. We… started without you.”
Michelle grinned, wiping her mouth. “She said you’d be cool with it. You gonna join or just stand there staring?”
David’s jaw worked, but his jeans were already tenting. He dropped his bag, kicked off shoes. “Fuck yes I’m joining.”
He stripped fast, cock springing out thick and hard. Sarah crawled over, taking him in her mouth while Michelle watched, fingering herself lazily. David groaned, hand on Sarah’s head. “Jesus, you two…”
Michelle moved behind Sarah, spreading her ass cheeks and licking her pussy from behind while Sarah sucked. David watched, thrusting shallow into Sarah’s throat. “This is insane.”
They rearranged clumsy—David sat on the couch, Sarah straddled him reverse, sinking down on his cock with a long moan. Michelle knelt between their legs, licking where they joined—tongue flicking Sarah’s clit, then David’s balls.
“Fuck, lick us both,” David grunted.
Sarah rode hard, tits bouncing, ass slapping against his thighs. Michelle’s tongue worked nonstop—Sarah’s clit, David’s shaft when he pulled out halfway. The sounds were filthy: wet squelching, skin smacking, heavy breathing.
“Switch,” Michelle said suddenly. “I want him.”
Sarah climbed off, pussy dripping. Michelle took her place, facing David, guiding his cock inside. Sarah straddled David’s face backward so he could eat her while fucking Michelle. David’s tongue plunged into Sarah’s cunt, hands gripping her ass.
Michelle bounced fast, big tits jiggling. “God, he’s so deep… fuck me harder.”
David thrust up, grunting into Sarah’s pussy. Sarah ground down, smearing wetness over his face. “Eat me, babe… yeah, suck my clit.”
They flipped again—David stood, bending Michelle over the couch arm. He slammed in from behind, hard and fast. Sarah knelt under, licking Michelle’s clit while David’s cock pounded in and out. Michelle moaned loud, no holding back now.
“Shit, I’m gonna cum,” Michelle gasped.
David gripped her hips tighter. “Me too… where?”
“Inside her,” Sarah said quick. “Fill her up.”
David groaned deep, slamming once more and unloading, cock pulsing as he pumped cum into Michelle’s pussy. Michelle came right after, shaking, pussy squeezing him dry.
He pulled out slow, cum leaking. Sarah leaned in, licking it off Michelle’s swollen lips, then sucking the last drops from David’s softening cock.
They all collapsed on the couch, sweaty, sticky, breathing ragged. The TV still played some dumb commercial.
Sarah laughed first. “Oven timer didn’t go off, right? Dinner’s probably burned.”
David snorted. “Fuck dinner. We need a shower.”
Michelle wiped cum from her thigh. “Round two after?”
Sarah smirked. “Only if you lick me clean first.”
They stayed tangled a minute longer, catching breath, before reality crept back in—pants pulled up, shirts found, quick wipe-down with a towel from the laundry basket. The afternoon light slanted through the blinds, normal life waiting outside. But the smell of sex lingered, and they all knew this wouldn’t be the last time.