A lesbian threesome

"What about it, Katrin? You wanna fuck?" I ask bluntly.

"It's why I'm here." She rises from the bench unashamedly, strides up behind Amber, and pushes gently on her shoulders, forcing her to her knees. My cream-drenched hand slips from her pussy. I present it to Katrin. She sucks sensually on my finger, groaning in appreciation for Amber's taste. When she's finished her cleaning, she looks down at the diminutive girl crouched between us.

"Now you have two goddesses," she says. "Worship us."

Katrin and I lean towards each other, tits pressing together. Our lips meet. Her tongue enters my mouth. Another tongue punches through my lower lips as Amber begins eating me out. I close my eyes and allow myself to float away on the pleasurable sensations emanating from my clit and pussy.

Then the pleasure vanishes. Amber has shifted around, begun feasting on Katrin's hairy snatch instead. Every half-minute or so, she alternates, back and forth. I can feel the pressure building inside me. I'm getting close, and so is Katrin. Amber senses this. She abandons her meal and stuffs three of her dainty little fingers up my passage instead, flicking them in and out, using her other hand to do the same to Katrin. The older woman and I abandon our kissing and fall into a deep embrace, unable to do anything except hold on to each other for dear life. Our hips buck and spasm--and finally we come together, singing out a chorus with our cries of passion.

When I come down from the plateau, I stare into Amber's wide innocent eyes. "You little minx!" I say. "All these months, and I had no idea I was living with such an expert carpet muncher!"

"And I had no idea you could be so juicy," she responds, holding up the hand coated with my arousal and licking each finger, one at a time.

"You deserve to come, too." I drop to my hands and knees behind Amber and grab ahold of her rear cheeks. She arches her back, allowing me to reach her pussy with my tongue. I lick feverishly, alternating between her clit and her inner folds. Katrin, meanwhile, is content to sit back down on the bench and cheerlead us on, occasionally reaching out a hand to fondle a swinging tit or quivering rear end.

It takes a little longer, but eventually my roommate stiffens in a full-body climax. I keep up my treatment, slurping up her remaining cream until at last she crawls away.

"You're...not so bad yourself," she gasps.

Amber and I share a tender hug, there on the floor of the sauna. I look up at Katrin. "What happens now?" I ask.