Chelsea takes the lead

Watching Amy have her first lesbian kiss was pretty hot, but you could be here all day if you let the two go at their own pace. Time to speed things up.

“I’m surprised at how gentle you’re being, Chelsea.” you speak up, as the two women continue their passionate liplock. “I think you're more aggressive when it comes to seducing girls. Taking what pleasure you want from them. You’re not afraid to be a little forceful if you have to be.”

Chelsea’s demeanor instantly shifts, her piercing blue eyes opening to look at Amy in a new light. Whereas before she was simply more outspoken and forward, you could now see a more predatory look on her face. She renews her kiss with Amy with increased savagery, pulling her close to practically mash their lips together, tongue diving deep between Amy’s lips.

Amy lets out a sound of surprise at the unexpected ****, struggling against Chelsea's deepening embrace. Finally she breaks free, gasping slightly for air. “H-hold on a sec!” she says breathlessly, her long hair disheveled by the teenager’s ****.

“Amy, you’re feeling a bit weak, aren’t you?” you interject, not wanting things to turn into a fight. “Whenever Chelsea is touching you, you can’t seem to summon the strength to resist.”

Before Amy can respond, Chelsea tightens her hold, regaining Amy’s attention. Amy ineffectually tries to pull away, but to her surprise, finds her limbs suddenly without strength. Chelsea notices her sudden lack of resistance and smiles wolfishly.

“Come on, girl. Why so shy?" she says teasingly. "I know a dyke when I see one.” Chelsea breaks her embrace and pushes the now-unresisting woman to her knees, bringing Amy’s head level with her thighs. She lifts her skirt, giving Amy an eyeful of her mound in all its feminine glory, topped by a neat strip of hair.

“This is what you really want, isn’t it?" Chelsea breathes. "Some teenage pussy?” She reaches a hand down to rub herself briefly, taunting the helpless girl. When she moves her hand away, for a moment you see a small strand of arousal cling tantalisingly to her finger.

Amy stares wide-eyed at Chelsea’s sex, her mind whirling, struggling with the sapphic desires you've implanted in her. Still, she hesitates. Chelsea rolls her eyes, apparently tired of teasing. She places both of her hands on Amy's head, fingers firmly grasping her blonde curls.

“I can tell you like how it looks. I can tell you’ll also like the taste.” At this, Chelsea pulls Amy’s head abruptly forward, her mouth making contact with a wet smack. Amy tries to pull away from the unfamiliar taste with a muffled sound of protest, but the teen’s grip is solid. Chelsea begins to gyrate, grinding her pussy onto Amy’s face and quieting any further dissent.

“Harder, Chels!” Rachel says, as she cheers her lover on. The athlete is shamelessly masturbating, hand busy between her thighs. You can’t blame her. You yourself have been stroking your cock idly, as you watch Amy be manhandled by the young girl. However, you can't help but feel a little twinge of guilt at seeing her so roughly handled.

“Amy, you’re really enjoying this, aren’t you?” you call out. “After all, this was what you wanted all along.” You don’t catch her response, buried as she is in Chelsea’s snatch. You assume it was an affirmation.

“Damn right she’s enjoying it.” Chelsea says. She shudders for a moment from some unseen sensation. “Oh, was that some tongue I felt?” she says mock-questioningly, looking down to smile at Amy. “Someone's getting into it! She could use some practice, but give me a few days and I’ll make her into the perfect pussy-licker.”

“Mmm, like you did with me?” Rachel breathes. Her abs clench as she works at her clit, moving her fingers in slow circles.

This catches your eye, as you admire her toned physique. As much as you’re enjoying the show, you can’t help but want your own release, fully recovered from your earlier activities by the erotic display the girls have put on.

“None of you mind if I fuck Rachel right now, do you?” you say questioningly as you approach the masturbating girl, knowing full well the answer.

“Of course I don't mind.” Rachel says. She leans against the wall, spreading her legs wide for you at your approach. "Feel free."

You smile as you reach for the athlete, your hands moving low, grabbing a share of her tight ass in each hand. You squeeze, appreciating the taut muscle beneath. The tall girl embraces you as you pull her close, her head resting on your shoulder, still intently watching the two women. She reaches a hand to guide you in with little fanfare, and you’re surprised at how easily you slide in. She’s practically dripping. You start to thrust in and out of the fit teen as she moves back against you, but her movements seem uncoordinated and awkward, as if she was unused to taking dick. You suspect she was much better when she wasn’t a lesbian. Taking away her history with men must have also poorly affected her performance.

Then again, she also wasn’t particularly focused on you either. You look back over your shoulder, watching with her as Chelsea releases Amy, letting her breathe in a gasp of air. Chelsea reaches a hand between Amy’s thighs, finding her to be unarguably, insatiably, soaked.

“Oh my god! You’re actually loving this, you little dyke!” Chelsea says with glee. Amy’s protests are yet again cut short as Chelsea grabs her, shoving her against the countertop and prying open her legs for a closer inspection.

“Fuck, you’ve got a pretty pussy.” Chelsea whispers, as she slowly trails her fingers up and down Amy’s engorged lips. Amy shudders in response. “I don’t know why anyone would prefer dick over this.” Chelsea nudges her nose into Amy’s clit, drawing a sharp intake of breath from her. She gives Amy a long slow lick before diving into her, her eyes holding Amy’s gaze.

Just as changing history for Amy seemed to have taken away her skill with men, changing it for Chelsea seems to have made her her quite gifted with women. Amy soon writhes under Chelsea’s ministrations, letting out little sounds of pleasure. You smile as she even reaches a hand behind the teen’s head, pressing her in place. It occurs to you that despite Chelsea’s changed memories, in reality, this was her first time eating a girl out.

Rachel for her part moans loudly at the sight, her hand forcing its way between you to caress her clit as she rubs herself with increasing speed. Her hand now makes it a little awkward for you, but you're not complaining. You continue to thrust, not taking your eyes off of the scene behind you. Amy’s moans are faster and louder as Chelsea picks up her pace, encouraged by her girlfriend, her dexterous tongue darting and circling with increasing passion.

It doesn't take long. Amy suddenly grabs the formerly straight girl’s head, shuddering in the first lesbian orgasm of her life, her juices eagerly lapped up by Chelsea with her own sound of satisfaction. Meanwhile, Rachel shudders as she reaches her own release, her other hand clenching tight against your back, her entire body tensing in an intense wave of bliss. After a moment she sighs and releases you, slumping against the wall, uncaring of your dick still buried deep within her.

You slide out of the trembling girl as you consider your options. You suppose you could continue with Rachel; after all, you could reignite her desire for men with a single sentence. Or perhaps it was time to give Chelsea a go, while you’re here?