Helping [M]y gf’s friend get Revenge [F]

Conversations written as best I remember.

It was Saturday morning and already I had worked up a sweat. The night before my girlfriend Ashley had gotten a call from her friend Chelsea. Chelsea had caught her bf that she lived with cheating and they had argued before she called it off. Soon after I had picked Chelsea up and brought her back to our apartment. They had spent some girl time with a bottle of rum while Chelsea vented.

Now Ashley was sleeping off the alcohol before her night shift tonight and I was helping Chelsea pack and move. She was moving in with us for a time.

“That limp dicked weasle couldn’t keep a job. I bought most of this shit. But because he had this lease already, now I have to fucking leave. Asshole.”

“On the bright side, you get to leave him an empty place while you look for a dick that can stay up.” I told her as I grabbed another box to put in the truck. She snorted.

“Hopefully one that can keep a job and make me scream because it doesn’t fit.” She said with a feral gleam.

“Well you’re fucking ambitious.” I told her. “If he was that bad, I’m guessing anything would be a tight fit.”

She threw tape at me.

“Ashley found it, why the fuck can’t I?” She asked me. I gave her a slightly confused look.

“You don’t think I’m good enough for big, strong man to want?” She mocked me.

“You’re awesome, don’t be ridiculous.” I told her.

“I’m ridiculous?”

“If you think you need a man to take care of your sexy, hard-working ass, yes.”

“Oh? Sexy? Maybe I should try being a stripper and really put my ass to work.”

“You’d make enough to never need a man.”

“Oh, they still have uses. A dildo just isn’t the same.”

“So you want a fuck toy, now?” I teased.

“Sounds fun.”

“I don’t know. I don’t think you could handle it. Or going straight for a big dick fuck toy after the lack-luster sex life you’ve told me about.”

“Are you challenging me?” She winked.

“Me? No. If I wasn’t taken, I’d make you the fuck toy.”

“And how would that go, big boy?” She asked.

“I’d have you begging me to fuck you again in every room of this apartment, for one. On video to send your pathetic ex so he knows what he lost and that you are truly done and over his bullshit.”

“You ought to be ashamed, talking to me like that.” She said. The box was forgotten on the floor. Chelsea was now standing right in front of me, her big tits pressing against my stomach as she looked up at me.

“Why is that? You asked and I answered.”

“What would Ashley think?” She asked.

“Why don’t you ask her?” I said. She pulled out her phone. She unlocked it and opened up her messages with Ashley.

“Let’s make it fun.” I said with a smirk. I reached up and tugged her shirt up, freeing her big tits as I unhooked her bra. Two pierced nipples with skulls on bars met me.

“Looks like you have a little bad bitch in you, too.” I grinned. She held the phone out and snapped a pic of me squeezing her tits. As she sent it, I caught one in my mouth and rolled her nipple and piercing with my tongue. She moaned softly.

“Ashley hasn’t said yes.” She said, hand in my hair. Ding.

“Nice piercings, bitch. Whose hands are that? Did you get back with Mr. Asshole?”

Chelsea lost focus as I unbuttoned her pants and slipped a hand down to slide along her wet pussy through her lacy thong. I made her read the message to me as I circled her clit.

“Fuck. What should I say?” She said, biting her lip. She almost looked conflicted.

I slid her panties aside and slid my fingers along then inside her wet folds. She sighed, her hips rocking.

“Ask her if you can fuck me?” I said calmly. My thumb was now circling her clit as she clenched my fingers tight. Little quivers were already running through her with need. She typed the message. A loud moan escaping as she hit send and I started pumping my fingers in and out.
Ding.

“What the fuck are y’all doing? Bitch, whose hands are those?” came Ashley’s reply. Chelsea clenched. She looked panicked. And turned on. Her breathing was getting heavier.

“Now what do i…” her voice cut off as she moaned louder. My free hand was gripping her ass to keep her standing and close

“Ask her if you can fuck me?” I said softly. Her hand was in my hair after she hit send, kissing me. On the edge of cumming.

“No.” Came Ashley’s reply. Chelsea looked horrified. But she didn’t pull away.

“He’ll fuck you. And let me eat the creamy pastry after.” Ashley sent. Chelse melt as she read. She came so hard she squirted. A little scream escaped as she clutched me.

“Holy fuck. She agreed.” Chelsea said.

“Yes. Now get on your knees, Chelsea.” I growled. She sank down instantly. I undid my belt and kicked off my boots. She looked hungry as I slid my pants down, my cock finally springing free.

I took her by the hair and pulled her to it. She didn’t resist, instantly opening her mouth to take me as best she could. She I pushed too deep she gagged. Eyes watering as I held her by the hair while her hand slapped at my stomach. But I didn’t stop. I slowly fucked her mouth until drool fell on her tits. She gasped as I pulled out, coughing and wretching.

“On your hands, fuck toy.” I growled. She nodded, trying to catch her breath. I smacked her ass and she yelped.

“What do you want, pet?”

“I want you.” She mewled. Reaching between her thighs and spreading her pussy.

“Open your camera and give me your phone.” I told her. She did.

I took her by the hair, and knelt. I let my cock slide along her ass. I hit record.

“What do you want, pet?” I growled.

“Please. Fuck me. Shove that big cock in me, baby. Make me fucking scream.”

So I did. On camera. And she did. It took a couple of thrusts to bury myself in her, and her nails were clawing the carpet. The first round was hard and rough on the living room carpet. Until I got a pic of her licking my cock covered in our cum.

We stayed naked as we packed. Teasing each other and sending Ashley pics. She replied with her own. True to my word I fucked her in every room of the apartment and twice on her bed. Her ex said he wouldn’t come back for a couple of days while she packed.

We didn’t get too kinky. Just very rough and frequent. Ashley listened on the phone in her car as I ate Chelsea’s ass then fingered it while she rode me. We slept there and loaded up the moving truck the next day. Most of the apartment was gone when we left. Her ex got a single video. The first one of her begging me to fuck her in his living room sent over Snap. He didn’t save it or respond. I like to think he broke his phone.

We fucked inside the storage unit after moving the big furniture in. When we got home, before any unpacking was done, I watched as Ashley kept her promise. She ate and ate Chelsea’s pussy like a last meal while she let a vibrating anal plug keep her dripping. Then she showed Chelsea how to eat her pussy while she sucked on my cock until I covered her tits.

Source: reddit.com/r/gonewildstories/comments/xe3ri6/helping_my_gfs_friend_get_revenge_f