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Anne met a girl and she was enthralled. Kathy was short and fit and very curvy. She had long dark curly hair and was beautiful. They met at yoga and Anne was instantly taken with Kathy.
I wasn’t worried about my relationship with Anne. She’d been my girlfriend for a long time and I’d known she was bisexual for almost as long. Since her bisexuality aroused me as much as it did her, it would be hypocritical to try and curtail it. But I still worried. Anne tended towards powerful crushes. She wasn’t just interested in someone, she fell head over heels for them and the last time hadn’t ended well.

Anne fell for her friend Lindsay. The three of us had played together a few times. Then Anne and Lindsay had gone on a date, just the two of them. Anne had confessed her growing feelings. Lindsay had listened warmly, told Anne that she had to think about it and then ghosted her. Anne has been heartbroken and I didn’t want that to happen again.

The friendship with Kathy grew and Kathy confessed that she too was bisexual and she was looking to explore that side of herself. The girls spent a lot of time together. Kathy was in to yoga and crystals and tarot, none of which interested me, but Anne was enchanted.

Still, Anne seemed oblivious to the signs that Kathy was putting out. One night, after a tarot reading that promised an exotic encounter Kathy invited Anne up to her apartment. Anne declined as she had plans with me. I pointed out that Kathy had likely been trying to seduce her when Anne couldn’t figure out why her friend was cold afterwards.

It was clear from the beginning that Kathy didn’t really figure out the dynamic of my relationship to Anne. Kathy never warmed to me and that dulled Anne’s ardor somewhat. The crush mostly ended one day while the girls were out for coffee and Kathy pushed for Anne to move out from our place and into Kathy’s. Anne made it clear, in no uncertain terms, that she would never be doing that.

Still, Anne complained to me, she deeply regretted not going up to Kathy’s apartment that time. She’s seen a lot of Kathy’s body at yoga and she was exactly Anne’s type. Even mentally, except for the problem about me, she loved almost everything about Kathy. At the very least she didn’t want to lose the friendship.
I suggested that Anne call Kathy and tell her exactly that and, after a couple of days, she did. The effort was marred however, by how badly Anne wanted Kathy and me to be friends. Anne had loved our relationship with Lindsay and, while I was perfectly happy to let the girls go their own way, Anne wanted more. She invited Kathy over to our place that weekend. Kathy offered to bring pot and cryptically warned that pot all the time made her super horny.

The weekend was very hot. The hottest of the summer. Anne was wearing a very light yellow summer dress and Kathy was wearing something similar in blue.

We opened the balcony, sat in the living room and cooled off with beer. Kathy and Anne shared a joint between them. A while later my downstairs neighbour came to complain about the smell. I chatted with him for a minutes, told him we’d stop, then came back to an amazing sight.

Anne was kneeling over the couch, knees on the floor. Her dress was pushed up to her waist and a pair of green panties had been pulled down to her knees, exposing her gorgeous pussy. Kathy was behind her, holding one of Anne’s arms in an uncomfortable lock high on her back, pushing her face into the soft cushions of the couch. I was shocked and instantly hard.

“Is everything OK?” I asked.

“Yes. Oh God, yes.” Anne reply was muffled by the couch, but vehemently positive. We had a safeword and she didn’t use it. Kathy looked up at me, almost confrontationally. I sat down, opened a beer and watched.

Kathy pushed Anne’s legs aside, her knees straining at the fabric of the panties. Her pussy was pink, wet, completely shaved except for a little landing strip.

Kathy pushed Anne’s shoulders deeper into the couch, forcing her ass higher in the air. Anne groaned at being so exposed. Using her free hand Kathy parted Anne’s lips, looking into her pink wetness. Anne tried to thrust back, but Kathy held her locked tight.

Slowly Kathy took her index finger and slid it inside Anne. Kathy pushed, and pushed, and pushed with her finger. She pushed until her whole hand was against Anne’s lips, then pushed more, forcing Anne forward on the couch. I knew, from my own experience, that she was pushing against Anne’s cervix. Anne was moaning into the couch.

Equally slowly Kathy pulled her finger out of Anne. Once out she spread Anne’s lips wide and admired her pussy. We watched as the muscles of Anne’s pussy convulsed wildly. Kathy smiled smugly at me. She turned her attention back to Anne’s pussy and this time slid two fingers in. She kept the same slow and methodical pace, no matter how much Anne writhed or begged for more
This time, when Kathy was as deep as she could go, she rotated her fingers. It looked like she was flexing them too, spreading them aside inside Anne and stroking with a come hither motion. Anne started moaning, a long continuous growl of pleasure.

Kathy pulled her fingers out. She pulled back sharply on Anne’s arm and Anne sat up. Anne looked over at me, blushing prettily. But Kathy grabbed her attention. She pushed her cum soaked fingers into Anne’s mouth, forcing her to lick them clean. She forced a third finger into Anne’s mouth. Anne drooled around them. Kathy pulled her fingers out and pushed Anne back to the couch.

As Kathy slid her three wet fingers into Anne’s pussy, Anne started a little. It was getting tight. Kathy quelled her with a push on her arm. A tiny jolt of pain. Anne grunted but still didn’t say the safe word. When Kathy reached her full depth Anne groaned her name, loudly. Kathy looked at me in pride.

This time when Kathy started to rotated and flex her fingers Anne shouted in ecstasy. “Oh fuck, oh fuck, oh fuck”

Our long suffering downstairs neighbour tapped his ceiling. Anne ignored him and continued to shout until Kathy pushed up on her arm. Hard. Anne yelped and fell silent. When Kathy pulled out Anne was almost sobbing in ecstasy.

Kathy rolled Anne on to her back and stripped the green panties from around her knees. Anne looked over at me blankly. She opened her mouth a little, expected Kathy to force her to lick her finger again. This time though, Kathy pushed Anne’s green panties into her mouth as a makeshift gag. Anne looked over at me in panic.

“Too loud.” Kathy admonished her. Anne looked like she was gonna withstand for a moment, then nodded and lay back against the couch.

This time Kathy took a lot of time lubing her fingers, drooling over her hand.

When she began to slide four fingers into Anne’s pussy Anne lay still. Lying on her back this time, I could watch her face. Her eyes were very wide. She looked scared. Her pussy was tight, right on the edge of too tight. But she also looked incredibly aroused. I moved towards her, wondering if I should stop them. Anne quickly shook her head to stop me. Kathy twitched her fingers a little, making Anne shake, as if to demonstrate her control over my girlfriend. Anne was moaning in long waves, but she was almost inaudible. When Kathy finally reached her full depth Anne looked over at me. Tears streamed down her face but she was smiling around the panties stuffed in her mouth.

With her fingers buried up to the knuckles Kathy slowly circled Anne’s pussy with her thumb. Anne was so wet that Kathy’s thumb slid around her effortlessly. Anne struggled to stay still. Kathy moved to Anne’s clit, drawing wide circles around the sensitive button. Then smaller and smaller circles. Anne was quivering with pent up arousal. Just as it seems like she might explode Kathy stopped. She took a moment to admire her handiwork.

Anne was a quivering mess. Her pussy was stretched wide on Kathy’s four fingers. She was so wet that cum was coating the inside of her thighs. Kathy looked at me. She slid her free index finger into her mouth. She reached below Anne and touched her wet finger to Anne’s puckered asshole. Anne tensed, sensing what was coming. Kathy pushed in. Anne was completely still, holding her breath. Kathy was relentless. She maintained exactly the same speed she’d used for fucking Anne’s pussy. When she reached her maximum depth Anne sighed. She was full. Utterly and completely full. She looked at me in total bliss.

Kathy’s thumb began to wander again, tracing the same smooth path, circling Anne in smaller and smaller circles, inevitably zeroing in on her clit. Anne began to move her hips, as much as she could so impaled. She was panting, her breath fast and shallow. Every muscle in her body tensed. Tendons creaked and strained. She pushed up on her toes, coming closer to Kathy.

Her orgasm, when it came, was explosive. Every muscle in her body tensed at the same time, her skin burned red. She threw her head back and screamed as loud as she could into her gag. It was gorgeous. She collapsed against the couch, accidentally pulling away from Kathy completely in one go. Her body flinched from the sudden absence.

Kathy didn’t give Anne much respite. She pulled the panties out of Anne’s mouth and threw them to the side. She kissed Anne hard. Anne lay on her back on the couch, her ass almost sliding off.

“Tell me what you want Anne.” Kathy demanded.

“I want to eat your pussy. Please let me eat your pussy. Please let me taste you.” Anne begged. “I want you all over my face. I want you. I want you. I want you.”

Kathy gloated over her shoulder at me. She stood up and reached under her sundress to pull her panties down. They were flagrantly red.
She dropped to her knees in front of Anne and started to devour her pussy. Anne weakly moved to push her away, she wasn’t ready for more intensity. Kathy was as sloppy as she had been with her four fingers, adding to Anne’s already creamy pussy with copious amounts of saliva.

When she deemed that Anne was wet enough, she took her red panties and pushed them into Anne’s pussy. Anne moaned at the rough texture. Kathy kept pushing. When her panties were about halfway in, Kathy climbed Anne’s body and sat on her upraised face. The panties draped from Anne’s ravaged pussy like a flag of ownership.

Kathy let her dress drop over Anne’s face and torso, hiding her from view, claiming possession of her. Kathy writhed in ecstasy as Anne ate her. She arched backward and supported herself on Anne’s breasts, grinding her pussy into Anne’s mouth. As she closed in to her orgasm her thighs closed tighter and tighter, trapping Anne’s head. When she finally came she pushed her hips down hard, pushing Anne deeply in to the couch.

She flopped forward for a minute, still hiding Anne from view with her dress. Then she slid to the side. Anne’s cum covered face was revealed.

Anne looked over at me in complete bliss. She could have been floating. Reaching down, she slowly pulled Kathy’s panties out of her pussy, wincing a little as she did so. She very deliberately dropped them on her chest.

“Cum on me.” She said. I lurched over to where she lay and pulled out my cock. It was achingly hard. It only took a few pumps of my hand before I exploded. My cum flew across Anne’s face, her chest and Kathy’s red panties.

I’m joined them on couch, utterly exhausted.

The girls slept with each other a few times over the next six months. Sometimes just the two of them, but Anne preferred if I was there even if I just watched.

Eventually Kathy found a long term girlfriend and the relationship tapered off. Anne and Kathy stayed friends for a while, but that too eventually faded away. But this time, at least, Anne wasn’t left heartbroken. Just very satisfied.

NSFW: yes

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