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A girl like Ann Takamaki did not usually get much chance to feel awkward. With her charming personality, knack for easy chat and plethora of modelling industry stories to tell, conversation tended to flow thick and fast when Ann was around.
However, right now, she felt pretty damn awkward.
Even with the Phantom Thieves disbanded for a second time, the bonds between the group hadn’t faded one bit. While they were reluctant to do it too often, considering the propensity of dramatic country-threatening events to happen when they all got together, they made a point of meeting together as a whole team, as often as their schedules permitted. This time, it had been Ren and Makoto’s turn to host, with the happy couple housesitting for a holidaying Sae in Makoto’s old home. Invitations had been circulated, a date had been found, everyone had signed on. Things were set.
Ann ground her teeth as she sat tense on the sofa, cursing everyone who had landed her in this predicament. It wasn’t supposed to have gone this way.
Sumire had been the first one to drop out; she’d sprained something at training and was strictly bed-bound for the next few days to allow it to heal up. The adorable gymnast had apologised profusely, seeming genuinely distraught, and nobody had thought any the less of her for it. These things happened.
Hifumi had been next, citing an unexpected rescheduling of her latest ranked shogi match. Everyone had dutifully wished her luck (not that she needed it); they knew how important her progression up the ranks of the sport was to her. Nothing was untoward or unusual about this, and everyone understood completely.
Yusuke pulling out had given Ann the first inkling that something was building. The artist had let everyone know of his withdrawal the day before, citing artistic commitments. That was it. ‘Artistic Commitments’. Nobody knew what that meant, and he wasn’t especially forthcoming on the detail. It was as fishy as could be, but the remaining attendees figured that Hifumi’s absence played somewhat into his decision. Besides, Yusuke was just enough of a weirdo that his vagueness of his excuse was still believable – he was the kind of guy to blow everyone off and spend the day painting on a whim. Ann had sighed slightly in disappointment that the size of the gathering was shrinking so rapidly, but resolved to soldier on. She still had Haru. Haru wouldn’t let her down.
Haru had let her down.
In fairness, the fluffy girl’s excuse sounded plausible enough – something to do with having an enormous contractual offer to read over in her role as Okumura Foods’ majority shareholder – but the timing raised more than a few eyebrows. It hadn’t escaped Ann’s notice that her former upperclassman often found reasons not to attend small-ish meetups with Ren and Makoto together. It also wasn’t enormously difficult to work out what that reluctance might be about; Haru was somewhat of an open book on these things.
It had occurred to Ann at that point that she might want to find a reason not to go too, but her natural kindness and honesty pushed back against the idea. Besides, Futaba had beaten her to it anyway; obviously seeing the way the wind was blowing, the hacker hadn’t even bothered providing an excuse, merely a strange metaphor about trees and saying she was watching an anime that night.
Still, despite the drastic thinning of their numbers, Ann had still got on the train that night feeling safe in the notion that it would be five of them. Sure it might be a bit of a weird double-date feeling, especially since her only ‘partners’ were Ryuji and Morgana (and quite frankly she wasn’t sure which of the two she would rather date less), but it would be fine. She’d work her social magic, get the wheels turning. Maybe get Ren and Ryuji talking while she had some girl-time with Makoto. It would be fine.
Then Ryuji had fucked her.
Ann didn’t even remember what pathetic excuse the runner had made. She didn’t care. He’d left it for just long enough that she was already here, sat on one of the Niijima’s sofas waiting for him to arrive, when his message had come through. Morgana had quickly beaten a retreat the moment that happened; his need to escape being a third wheel to the Ren and Makoto dinner date outweighing his interest in being with “Lady Ann”, the cat mumbling his reasons and bolting for the door.
So now it was just Ann. Alone. With them.
Ann had never been anything less than thrilled for Ren and Makoto. They were a natural fit, they suited each other perfectly, and made each other happier than she’d ever seen them. Sure, she might have been carrying a bit of a torch for Ren herself but, distinctly unlike Haru, Ann had had no issues in burying those thoughts for the sake of her friend. She was caring like that.
(Yeah, it got a bit awkward sometimes when she and Ren were alone, with the two-way awkward tension and unspoken feelings between them never quite going away, but she managed the situation a hell of a lot better than Haru did.)
That said, none of that positivity made the experience of being their third wheel any less excruciating.
Ann was tense and curled up on one of the sofas, with the happy couple sitting on the other. The whole night had been a cascade of quiet giggles and whispered asides to which she was not privy, the two of them forming an almost visible cocoon – with Ann awkwardly sitting outside of it. She fought back the urge to shudder as she saw Makoto feeding Ren pizza out of the corner of her eye, the lovers not even pretending to pay attention to the movie that was on. The two seemed to have zero conception of toning it down for the sake of other people present, and Ann had never felt so awkward. It wasn’t just fluffy, innocent stuff either - more than once, Ann had noticed Ren squeezing Makoto’s ass when he thought she wasn’t looking.
Not that Ann blamed him, as such. Makoto did have a very nice butt. But still.
The main problem (among many) of the couple’s seemingly endless honeymoon period was that the combined force of the Ren/Makoto lovey-dovey energy was too powerful for Ann alone to have any chance of breaking up the flow. It would have been doable with the full team, or even the five she had originally planned for, but even she couldn’t do it by herself. All she could do was sit there, her words and contributions barely registering with the other two, trying to mindlessly run the clock down and stare blankly at the TV screen.
It was a half-baked plan, and it wasn’t working, and Ann was nearing the end of her tether. She needed to break this up somehow, needed to blow off some of this awkward tension. Just how to do it…
One option jumped out at her, but it came with a hefty dose of doubt. Sure, it was a fairly common way to pass the time in the modelling world, but she couldn’t do…that, could she? Turning it on her own friends was something she’d never really considered. It would be great fun if it came off, but if it went wrong…
Makoto let out another infernal little giggle, and Ann’s patience snapped.
Alright, Makoto. I’ve been sitting on this for years. Showtime.
Little did she know, she wasn’t the only one rapidly reaching the end of her composure.
Ren and Makoto genuinely were as lovey and dopey as outsiders would perceive; wrapped up entirely in each other and desperately in love. However, there was an extra edge to their display tonight, an extra layer of deliberate enthusiasm, and it all stemmed from one key frustration, especially on Makoto’s part.
Ann Takamaki was hot. Really, really hot.
It was infuriating. Makoto herself was no slouch in the looks department either, with excellent bone structure, a lean, fit form and an endearingly adorable face, but she only needed to take one look over at the blonde to find herself as frustrated as she’d ever been. Even when they’d met at 17, Ann had already been very good-looking, but as she’d continued to mature it had become almost absurd.
But more than her physical appearance, Ann herself had changed over the years. As she matured and had success in the fashion industry, it had had its effect on the girl herself. While she was at heart still the sweetheart she had always been, she had come to embrace her own appearance, and how good she looked. She knew her worth, her power, and she worked it to the maximum; this changed attitude had brought her considerable success in her modelling job, with the new lifestyle and success only serving to firm up her confidence even more as she grew from a nervous, self-conscious young woman into a mature and confident adult. From the perspective of a friend, Makoto was pleased for her, but this new assertiveness was somewhat dangerous to outside observers.
Even as Ann sat sulkily across from them, Makoto couldn’t help but note just how well Ann’s fashionable jean shorts emphasised her long, pale, smooth supermodel legs, as well as a round, perky ass that Makoto was pretty sure Ann hadn’t always had. The blonde yawned, and her stretch only served to highlight the huge expanse of flat stomach being shown off by her crop top, as well as pushing out her…other assets. Mercifully for Makoto’s self-esteem, Ann’s endowments hadn’t gotten that much bigger than she had been before (also unlike Haru), but she had become more confident in showing herself off; at least a hint of cleavage was now almost ever-present outside of literal snowstorms. Coupled with her always immaculate makeup and more flirtatious personality, Ann was dangerous, and Makoto knew it.
The thing was, even all this wouldn’t have been much of a problem, were it not for the fact that Ren had quite clearly also noticed how hot Ann was, and was proving himself generally much less able to behave himself in the face of it. He might have been able to conceal his sneaked peeks from Ann’s eyes, but Makoto saw it all. She might not have known the depths to which Ren and Ann’s hidden tensions ran, but she could tell something was up; she tried her best to distract him with sappiness and silliness, but even she had her limits.
Ann finished her stretch and reached forward, for some reason standing up before bending down for another slice of pizza, giving the couple a clear view right down her shirt. Her big, perky tits were right there, hanging down as the model spent ages on deciding which slice to pick, providing plenty of peeking opportunities that Ren just kept taking. Makoto could even feel her boyfriend shifting around to get a better view, and every time he shuffled Makoto stared at him, unable to believe that he was demonstrating this little self-control. He wasn’t even trying to conceal himself!
Makoto, on the other hand, kept her peeks dignified and subtle, but no less numerous. She chose to overlook that part.
“So, Ann!” Makoto said, somewhat too loudly to be entirely natural, after Ren took one peek too many at Ann’s swaying rump as she went back to her seat, the hints of what was unmistakeably a thong poking out from the top of her shorts. Interrupting like this wasn’t the most mature thing for her to do but her insecurities, mixing with her shame at being unable to resist Ann’s charms herself, left her feeling more than a bit catty. “Are you still single these days?”
It wasn’t the most subtle way of delivering the message that Ann should back off her boyfriend, but at least it got Ren’s eyes to sheepishly flick back to the TV.
“Nah, nobody’s really caught my eye.” Ann said lazily, lolling back on the sofa and elegantly kicking off her shoes with those long, long legs. Ren’s eyes flicked over again as one leg languidly kicked out, then the other, but Makoto was too busy also looking to chastise him. The blonde looked over to them, and Makoto could almost swear she saw a flicker of mischief in those blue eyes. “Not for the long-term, anyway. Still always ready to get down with the right guy, you know? Or girl, in case you’re feeling left out, Makoto.”
Both Ren and Makoto flushed deeply, Ann’s rather brazen sexual come-on leaving them both very flustered. Ren recovered first, passing the choking Makoto a glass of water and attempting to steady the ship. “Well, I’m sure you’ll find the right person soon. It must get lonely sometimes.”
“A little.” Ann admitted, letting a slight hint of vulnerability show. She quickly perked up, giving them a dazzling smile. “It’s fine, though. I just find company where I can, and it helps seeing you guys and the others. Just hanging out, sharing food, catching up. It’s nice. How’s the pizza, by the way? A director on one of my shoots gave me the tip.”
Ann’s sudden pivot from teasing homewrecker to earnest pizza girl left the couple somewhat flatfooted, but Ren adjusted faster, Makoto keeping quiet with her blush still not quite leaving her face. “It’s great, Ann. You got yourself a good recommendation.”
“Great!” Ann said cheerily, pumping her fist. “You’re such a charmer, Ren. Always saying what a girl likes to hear.”
“Well, thanks anyway.” Ren said genuinely. “The others are missing out. Even if we maybe wouldn’t have ordered so much if Ryuji had told us earlier that he couldn’t come.”
“Screw Ryuji.” Ann said pleasantly, a hint of genuine viciousness in her tone before smoothing out immediately. She grinned across at him teasingly. “Still, it’s not all bad that we had to eat more. I’m sure all that extra pizza would do wonders for Makoto’s figure. Probably all goes straight to her butt.”
Ann winked at Ren, the tone in the room taking another decided swing towards the heavy.
“OK!” Makoto said quickly, finishing her glass with a fast gulp and standing up. She needed to excuse herself from this environment for a moment; Ann was being far too full-on with her joking and a straitlaced girl like her just couldn’t take it. She stretched herself out and quickly made for the door, turning back quickly. “I…need to use the facilities for a second. Ren, please entertain our guest for a moment.”
Ren chuckled slightly as his girlfriend excused herself, taking in the pleasant view of Makoto walking away before she was out of sight. “You were far too much for her Ann, maybe tone it back a bit.”
“Hehehe…” Ann giggled, sounding slightly abashed as she stood up to get more pizza. “I don’t know, personally I think Makoto just needs to loosen up-oh!”
In one of her less convincing acting performances (already a low bar to clear), Ann ‘accidentally’ caught the edge of the low table with her shin and fell forwards, dramatically slumping down into Ren’s lap. The black-haired man jumped back in surprise, turning to outright panic as Ann ‘tried’ to lift herself up, catching more than a few ‘accidental’ hands to his crotch in the process. Ren tried to help her along, but only ended up with a hand on her waist for his trouble.
Ren bit his lip as Ann steadied herself into his side, more than aware of just how close to him the pretty blonde now was. He tried to overlook it, but the mounting pressure between his legs made that easier said than done. “Ah, Ann! You need to be more careful. You could have hurt yourself there.”
“Sooooorrrryyyy…” Ann drawled slowly, fixing him with a big, blue gaze. Rather than pull away, she pressed herself even closer, trailing a long finger over his chest and bringing their faces even closer together.
Ren froze. He was very, very aware of Ann’s warm breath on his face, the great softness of her chest pressing into his side not far from his crotch, and the way his hand had unconsciously splayed out to touch as much of her smooth skin as possible. Ann was close now, so very, very close. She was so very, very pretty. Behind those flirtatious blue eyes, there lay more than a hint of something else. Something hot. Something hungry. He knew he should be backing away, for the sake of Makoto, who was literally two rooms away, but he couldn’t. Ann’s weaponised sex appeal had bypassed his conscious mind entirely, making her pitch solely to his baser instincts, who were very much interested in what she had to offer.
Years of unspoken words and feelings hung around and between them, their weight almost palpable in the air. Lidded blue met conflicted grey, neither wanting to blink or look away. One thing was very clear to Ren; he was in some quite serious trouble now.
Ren gulped.
“Well?” Ann said slowly, tilting her head questioningly, her pink lips only inches from Ren’s. “You heard Makoto. Aren’t you going to entertain me?”
Makoto splashed cold water onto her face, gasping at the chill as she did it again. And again. And then one more time for good measure. She looked up into the mirror, willing the blush on her face to fade.
What was that about? Why was she getting so worked up? It was just Ren being a perv, which she’d make sure to tear into him for later after their guest had gone. It was a bit uncharacteristic of him to be this ungentlemanly, but she knew he’d always had a bit of a thing for Ann. She’d have words with him later – although considering how many times her own eyes had strayed to the blonde, she wasn’t going to be able to go too hard on him. Maybe she’d let it slide, just this once.
As for Ann herself, she’d obviously just been joking around. She was a confident girl now, she liked to throw a bit of flattery around every now and then, but she’d never act on it. Honestly, it was disrespectful and judgemental of her to think of her longtime friend in that way. Makoto shook herself in disgust; just because Ann felt confident enough to show a bit of skin now, it didn’t mean she was coming to steal Makoto’s boyfriend. Makoto had thought herself matured past her judgemental, slut-shaming days, but clearly she still had a long way to go. She’d have to find a way of making it up to Ann later. Besides, Ren was a great boyfriend – he was far too loyal to her to even consider making a move on Ann.
Makoto dried her face, and figured she might as well take care of her business while she was here. She wasn’t in a rush, there was no reason to be. She could even feel her resolve for getting angry at Ren weakening.
“It’s OK.” Makoto muttered to herself as she pulled her jeans down. “I was getting flustered around Ann too, I shouldn’t be mad at him. Ann’s certainly very pretty; if we were both letting our eyes drift, it’s not fair to go too hard at him about it.”
Makoto sighed, and let herself relax. She really needed to stop worrying over nothing.
“Oh yeah, fuck me!”
Ann’s shorts were off and thrown to the floor, her thong pushed aside, and she was riding Ren with all the vigour she could muster. She pushed her perky ass back against his lap, impaling herself fully on his cock with every drop down, bucking herself up and down with fierce, uncontrolled motions that sent inflaming shivers of pleasure coursing through them both.
“It’ll be fine.” Ann assured blithely as she fucked herself on Ren like a jackhammer, grabbing his hands and pulling them around her and up to her chest. “We’ll be finished by the time Makoto gets back.”
There was absolutely no chance whatsoever that they’d be done before Makoto got back, but Ann didn’t care and Ren wasn’t really in a position to contradict her. His hands grasped at Ann’s chest, pushing under her crop top and inside the cups of her bra, squeezing and groping at her big, bouncing breasts.
“It’ll be fine.” Ren repeated dumbly, his conscious resistance faded completely by now as he and Ann gave into long-fought temptations, the sexual tension between them blowing out into an explosion of lust. This had been a long time coming, and now neither of them could hope to even slow it down, let alone stop it.
“Yeah, it will! Just admit you’ve always wanted to get your hands on my tits.” Ann said cockily, revelling in the chaos as the two of them sank deeper and deeper, feeling his cock filling her up and driving her wild. “I might not have a fat, squishy butt like Makoto, but you’ve been staring at these for years.”
“I’ve always wanted them.” Ren confessed, sinking his hands into Ann’s soft, heaving chest as she lifted herself up and down like a piston. He couldn’t resist this any more, couldn’t even conceive of even the idea of holding anything back, as the gorgeous model rode his cock as hard and fast as she could. “I love Makoto, she’s gorgeous and so special to me. But these tits…”
“Mmm, yeah, I love it. Be proud, there’s no shame in it.” Ann groaned, losing her dignity more and more as she felt Ren’s questing fingers tweaking at her pink nipples. “Even the most devoted ass guys just want to get their hands onto some big boobs every once in a while. Enjoy the girls as much as you like!”
Ren duly took her up on that offer, squeezing and groping and pinching, sinking his hands deep into the pale softness of Ann’s chest, unable to stop, look away, or feel guilty. Ann’s back flexed and curved before his eyes, a sheen of light sweat beginning to form on her pale skin as she drove herself wild, keeping up the most frantic pace she could. “Ann, you’re so good…”
“So are you!” Ann gasped, feeling Ren’s cock prodding with ease at some of her most sensitive areas. “All I want from a boy is a decent dick and the skill to use it, and you’re ticking every box! Come on, Ren, fuck me! Make me scream!”
In truth, Ren himself was doing very little; Ann was doing more than enough that he didn’t have to. All he needed to do was hold onto her, continuing to feel up her volutuous bust, letting her ride him raw. There was absolutely no sense in doing what they were doing here; it was insane. Bizarre. Completely mad. They were going to get caught, and everything was going to go wrong, but neither of them cared by now; Ann’s constant pressure was doing more than enough to keep Ren fixated, with ravenous eyes and greedy hands. His gaze was fixed on Ann’s perky ass, watching the pale cheeks bounce and jiggle as she bucked herself into his crotch, and he could feel himself beginning to come undone. It wasn’t that Makoto wasn’t a great fuck, because she was, but this level of desperate, forbidden need was something he was entirely unused to.
“Nnngh, Ann…” Ren grunted, feeling his hips beginning to involuntarily jerk up into her ass. “Y-you’re gonna make me cum…”
“Do it!” Ann encouraged, her blue eyes wild with lust. “Cum inside me right now!”
With that, Ann slammed herself down one final time, hitting her climax and throwing her head back as burning pleasure coursed through her. It was everything she’d ever dreamed it to be; the confused jumble of lust and something a bit more emotional setting her nerves aflame as she felt her orgasm roll her over. Her cunt clenched tightly around Ren and that was enough for him too, his spasming cock sending spurts of hot, sticky cum spilling inside his friend, his legs shaking with the strength of the climax as he tried not to cry out. He jammed his jaw shut and let out only a low, hoarse groan as Ann finally allowed herself to stop, his softening dick sliding out of her with a slick squelch.
Then a horrified voice cut into his afterglow, and he felt sick to his stomach.
“R-Ren? Ann?”
Makoto was standing in the doorway, her hands to her mouth. Ren winced as he saw Makoto’s expression; the brunette’s eyes were broadcasting her pain loud and clear, the reddish-brown beginning to fill with tears. Ren hung his head, shame overtaking him as he heard his girlfriend fight back sobs; he had ruined everything.
Ann, on the other hand, was somewhat less contrite. She was holding all the cards, and it was time to play her second hand.
“Hey, Makoto,” she said cheerfully, hopping up off Ren’s lap and nearly going straight over again as she felt a wobble in her legs. “Ooh, sorry. Ren fucks really well, you know that? You’re a lucky girl.”
“H-how dare you…” Makoto ground out, looking both baffled and enraged by the blonde’s casual reaction. Her face was going paler, her lips thinning, damp eyes flashing. “I thought I could trust you….”
Ann could only smirk as she regained her footing, before bending back down and planting a sloppy kiss on Ren’s cheek. Makoto let out a strangled gasp of confused fury, but Ann ignored her.
“Don’t worry about this,” she assured, somehow still completely unfazed by the murderous brunette glaring at her. “Makoto and I just need to have some private girl-on-girl time. Just wait right there.”
Both Ren and Makoto stared at Ann in abject disbelief as she sauntered over to the older girl, reaching under her crop top and unhooking her misaligned bra on the way, dropping it to the floor with an artful nonchalance. “Follow me, Makoto. I’ll explain everything.”
“Expl-you owe me an apology!” Makoto snarled, clenching her fists as she hastily whipped her eyes up from Ann’s discarded underwear. “I don’t want an explanation from you, I want you to beg for forgiveness and then leave my house and never come back!”
“Yeah, yeah.” Ann said blithely, strutting up to Makoto, still somehow coming across as calm and collected despite her flushed cheeks, messy hair and being clad only in a short crop top and a thong. She stroked a hand gently over Makoto’s cheek as she passed, before swaying off down the hallway. To her complete bafflement Makoto found herself trailing in Ann’s wake, still utterly furious, but with her anger forced to share space with confusion as she found her eyes drawn to the sultry sway of Ann’s pert ass as she walked. Makoto shook herself, trying to spark some power back into her rage, striving not to let the jiggle on those pale, perky cheeks distract her. That was her boyfriend’s cum dripping down one of Ann’s legs! She had to get it together!
“OK!” Ann chirped once she reached the guest bedroom, twirling on her heel and spinning to face Makoto. The enraged brunette tried her best not to be distracted by the noticeable swing of Ann’s bra-less chest as she did so, with limited success. Ann’s eyes glittered mischievously as she looked Makoto in the face. “You still mad?”
“Am I sti-of course I am!” Makoto snarled, keeping her voice low but furious. “I trusted you, you were my friend, and then you went and fucked my boyfriend! While I was in the next room, no less! Why?!”
“I was bored, I had to do something.” Ann said baldly, shrugging and cocking a hip, entirely unperturbed by the wounded, distraught tone in Makoto’s voice. “Being a third wheel was excruciating, thought I’d shake things up. Ren’s hot, I’m hot, it all worked out.”
“Not for me!” Makoto hissed, both enraged and unbalanced by the blonde’s lackadaisical attitude. “Did you even think about how I would feel?”
“I get it, Makoto. You’re angry.” Ann said placatingly, stepping closer to the brunette. Makoto stumbled back slightly, Ann’s confident, seductive presence proving quite overwhelming when up close. “Girls always get angry when I fuck their guys. They get all huffy, and angry, and adorable, just like you are now.”
“A-always?” Makoto questioned, even as Ann’s aura of sheer sex appeal made her slightly dizzy. “Do you do this a lot?”
“That’s the thing, Makoto,” Ann said slowly, moving right into Makoto’s space, lording that extra couple of inches of height and looking down at her friend with heavy, sultry eyes. Makoto had nothing to say in response, her breath feeling somewhat short: had Ann always been this sexy? “You’re all angry at me, you think I’ve ruined everything. But if I do this...”
Ann pressed herself into Makoto, her large, bra-less chest weighing down on Makoto’s much smaller bust, moving their faces closer together. Makoto felt Ann’s warm breath like a slap to the face, the blonde’s sultry, sexy presence robbing all the air from her lungs. She looked up, reddish-brown eyes wide and confused as Ann leaned down and captured her mouth in a scorching kiss. The blonde was forceful and insistent, her tongue demanding access to Makoto’s mouth that the dazed girl was unable to decline. Ann pulled her friend in even tighter, pressing their mouths and bodies even closer together, her gorgeous proportions almost overwhelming Makoto with sensation. She’d never kissed a girl before – one tipsy late-night university experiment with Haru aside – but Ann was blasting her concerns to the wind.
Eventually Ann broke the kiss, pulling back and leaving Makoto gasping for air. The blonde gave a smug grin at the breathless, flushed look on her friend’s face, all rage and upset drained away.
“...then suddenly you’re not so mad at me.” Ann finished, reaching a soft hand and trailing it under Makoto’s jaw. The blonde’s blue eyes sparkled wickedly, her grin turning predatory. “And now I’m going to fuck you too.”
“Whaaa-” Makoto gasped, swaying badly on the spot, knocked off balance in every way. Ann caught her arms and held them close, her heavy, smoky presence continuing to overwhelm the breathless brunette. Ann didn’t wait for Makoto to compose herself; instead, she pushed forward again, catching her in another kiss. Makoto gave ground as Ann continued to defile her, moving unsteadily backwards until she hit the wall. Ann didn’t relent, pushing Makoto flush against the wall and continuing their kiss, draining more and more of Makoto’s resolve by the second. The brunette’s shoulders began to sag and the fight left her, leaving her pliant and dopey under Ann’s lips.
“A-Ann…” Makoto groaned, as Ann’s hands began to roam over her, pushing under her turtleneck and into her jeans, feeling like fire against her bare skin. “A-Ann, please, y-you…”
“Shhh.” Ann shushed her, nipping at Makoto’s neck as her hand groped at a perky breast, pushing Makoto’s top up and revealing her trim, taut body. “Mmm, you’re so hot Makoto…”
Makoto whined in pleasure as Ann sank down, kissing and sucking at Makoto’s flat, strong stomach, the blonde’s tongue running between the dips of her abs. Makoto felt herself go weak at the knees as she fought as hard as she could to stay upright, Ann lavishing her body in sloppy worship even as her hands deftly worked at the button of Makoto’s jeans. Makoto barely felt it as the denim was pushed down her legs, too busy trying to keep her breathing under control. Her palms were flat against the wall, her face flushed and red, her eyes wild.
“So hot.” Ann said smugly, looking up at her floundering friend. “Such a hot girl, so desperate for me. We’re going to go back in there and fuck Ren together, it’s going to be a blast.”
“W-wait,” Makoto huffed out shakily, still trying to retain control of her rationality even as her body betrayed her to her blonde-haired seductress. “W-wait, Ann, don’t I get a sa-aaahh!”
Ann didn’t give Makoto much time to question, with a pair of long, slim fingers quickly pushing inside Makoto’s panties and finding the inside completely soaked. Ann raised a sarky eyebrow at her friend, before quickly pushing inside, sliding her fingers in and out of Makoto’s pussy and quickly setting up a firm rhythm.
“Ah, haaah, gaaaah!” Makoto cried incoherently, blushing even harder as the insistent waves of pleasure made their presence known, sending her back against the wall again. Ann smirked; she clearly must have better technique than anyone who had ever done this to Makoto before, if the dignified, elegant girl was falling apart at the seams already. Leaving her fingers working away, Ann stood back up and pressed herself into Makoto again, her shorter friend overwhelmed by the blonde’s sheer power.
“A-Ann…” Makoto gasped, as Ann ran a hand up Makoto’s torso, fiddling with her bra strap under her turtleneck and toying with a modest breast. “Ann, I c-can’t…”
“You can.” Ann said firmly, brokering no disagreement. She wielded her sexual ease and dominance like a finely calibrated weapon, pushing insistently against Makoto’s remaining resistance. Her blue eyes burned with stern, yet warm, forcefulness, locked onto Makoto’s hazy reddish-brown as the brunette rapidly melted away before her. “I’m making the decisions here, Makoto.”
Makoto nearly swooned at the tone of Ann’s voice, whining and somehow managing to shrink back even further, and the model smirked. She’d had an idea of just how to bring Makoto around, and it was working to perfection; all the older girl needed was a slight push, and she’d fall over the edge. Then the real fun could begin.
Makoto was panting harder and faster now, her pussy clenching tighter around Ann’s fingers, and the blonde knew it was the perfect time to strike. Leaning forward so her gorgeous face was just inches from Makoto’s, she turned her head and murmured lowly into the older girl’s ear.
“Come on, Makoto. Let’s just have some fun together.”
Dazed, confused and unable to even come up with a coherent idea of what was happening to her, let alone resisting it, Makoto gave in. She felt herself slide and threw herself into it, her body seizing up with pleasure as Ann’s fingers brought her to a thundering climax, her eyes almost rolling back into her head, her mouth open in a long pean of pleasured joy. Ann kept up the attack even as Makoto surrendered, her fingers continuing to pump into Makoto’s pussy, her hand still groping at her firm tits.
Makoto opened her eyes blearily, gazing at Ann in hazy submission. Before the blonde could say anything in smug victory, Makoto was on her, grabbing her friend into a fierce, scorching kiss. Ann hummed in approval as Makoto forced her tongue in, swirling them together and exploring every inch of the model’s mouth, her hands tangling in soft blonde waves and pulling the two of them even closer together. Ann felt the swell of triumph and anticipation roar through her; Makoto was all-in now.
Eventually, lack of air forced the two girls apart. Makoto fell back, still weakened by her afterglow, her mind hazy and lost. She would have happily stayed there for a while, but then Ann popped up in front of her, twirling a black bra around her finger. Makoto blinked…that was hers. When had Ann taken that off?
“Jeans and panties off and let’s go.” Ann said, her voice low and sultry again. Makoto was unable to even think about resisting, sliding her jeans off completely and taking her underwear down, leaving her completely naked below the waist. Smiling broadly, Ann took her by the hand and tugged her out into the hall. Makoto had no sooner taken a step forward than she felt a sudden spike of burning pain as Ann slapped her ass. The blonde looked entirely unrepentant as Makoto glared at her, merely shrugging and sashaying off.
The two walked back to the living room hand-in-hand, Makoto in just her turtleneck and Ann her askew crop-top and thong. Ann swaggered and strutted her way down the hall, with Makoto helplessly trailing behind, captivated by the confident blonde and more than willing to follow her lead.
“OK, crisis averted!” Ann announced brightly as they made it back into the living room, spotting Ren still waiting on the sofa as instructed. “Ren, your girlfriend’s going to watch me suck you off, then when she’s got her breath back we’ll have a hot, sweaty threesome. We all happy with that?”
Ren was, unsurprisingly, entirely happy with that, and in no time Ann was knelt between his legs, taking hold of his cock and jerking it a few times to restore his full length. Once Ren was back to full mast Ann quickly sucked him down, sloppily slurping and licking away at the swollen head before sinking herself down the thick shaft.
Biting his lip and trying not to let Ann’s oral attentions overwhelm him too quickly, Ren looked over to Makoto. He’d expected to see some kind of doubt in her face; no matter how confident Ann seemed about the whole thing, Makoto just didn’t seem like that kind of girl. But his worried expectations were mistaken; his proud, elegant, dignified girlfriend was setting herself up on the edge of the table, her legs spread, fingers rubbing at her pussy. Her eyes were locked onto Ann sucking her boyfriend’s cock, and there was a powerful hunger there that Ren had never seen before.
“I’m sorry for shouting, Ren.” Makoto said meekly, rubbing firmly at her clit as she watched Ann take him all the way to the base over and over again. Ren was going to tell her that she had no reason to apologise, that he’d fucked Ann long before Makoto had been ‘persuaded’ that it was OK, that she was still the only girl he loved…but then Ann began to toy with his balls, and he had to refocus all of his efforts on not cumming on the spot.
Fortunately, from the bucking of his hips and the sudden shortening of his breath, Ann seemed to recognise the problem. She quickly pulled herself off him, Ren’s cock falling free of her lips with a rasp and slapping back against his stomach. The blonde got to her feet, ripping off her thong and looking down at both Ren and Makoto; her lovers, her playthings, hers. This was no longer the time for patience or control; both Ren and Makoto were under her spell, and it was time to push them in the exact direction that she wanted.
“Alright, here’s how this is going to work,” Ann said firmly, bossy and insistent, not giving her new lovers even a moment to calm down. “I’m going to lie down. Makoto, on top of me with your pussy on my face. Ren, you’re going to fuck me while I eat out your girlfriend.”
It didn’t take long for her orders to be followed to the letter; Ann was sprawled on the sofa with Makoto’s puffy, swollen pussy in her face, and Ren lining himself up with her own slit. The moment he pushed inside, Ann lifted her head, shoving her tongue into Makoto’s pussy and bringing all her skill to bear.
“Oh shit!” Makoto cried out, as she felt Ann’s tongue working magic inside her. The blonde had certainly talked a big game and given a strong impression of sexual prowess, but now Makoto was feeling the full force of it herself it was almost more than she could bear. Ann’s technique was slick and efficient, the model speedily identifying all of Makoto’s weak points and shamelessly exploiting them, brushing and licking at just the right angles to ensure that the brunette was panting and begging in no time.
“Oh god, oh Ren…” Makoto panted, looking up at her boyfriend as he pounded into Ann, her red-brown eyes alight with need. She bucked and writhed clumsily as Ann tore her apart, the blonde only upping her pace and pressure as Ren continued to fuck her, channelling her own lusts directly at Makoto. The older girl jammed her pussy down onto Ann’s face as far as she could, groping at her own breasts and fixing Ren with a look of carnal ecstasy. “Ren, she…she’s so good. You need to take lessons from her.”
Ren, for his part, only had one job and was determined to do it well. He tightened his grip around Ann’s hips, having let his hands drift back onto her butt, and set himself as firmly as he could, pumping away harder and faster into Ann’s waiting cunt. The sight of his girlfriend riding Ann’s face and feeling so much joy was unlocking even more hunger inside him, and he took it all out on Ann, sliding into her as deep as he could. He couldn’t have held back even if he’d wanted to; he was getting rougher, greedier, more desperate.
Ann was loving all of this. She was as high as a kite on the rush of what she’d done, gripping Makoto’s divine thighs and shoving her tongue deep inside her soaked, puffy cunt. She loved what the awkward, stilted situation had become; eating out a gorgeous girl while getting fucked by a handsome man was the best of both worlds. She loved the control; she loved keeping them both dependent on her. It might have been Makoto’s old Phantom Thief name, but Ann was determined to prove that she was the true queen.
“Makoto, get in there.” Ann said, pulling her mouth away from Makoto’s pussy for a second. “Shove your tongue in there. Don’t be shy, you’ll love it.”
Ann was getting greedy now, pushing the boundaries with a flirty yet insatiable pressure, but Makoto was entirely tamed and ready to do whatever her new lover wanted. Leaning forward and resting her body on Ann’s, she brought her face close to the junction of Ann’s legs, hypnotised by the sight of her own boyfriend’s cock sliding in and out of another woman. Giving in completely to her base instincts, Makoto slowly extended her tongue, teasing and licking at Ann’s pussy at the point of contact between her and Ren, making both of her partners groan in pleasure.
Ann’s next instructions were muffled by Makoto’s slick pussy, but Ren had his own ideas on how to proceed. Quickly withdrawing himself from the blonde’s cunt, he shoved his cock into Makoto’s mouth instead. Taken aback but turned on beyond belief, Makoto began to dutifully suck him down, making a point of slurping up every drop of Ann’s essence from her boyfriend’s cock. The sight and feel were almost enough to make Ren blow his top – Makoto had never sucked him off in such a slutty manner before – but he held his ground, determined to make this experience last as long as he could. He pulled out of Makoto’s mouth and slammed back into Ann, the blonde crying out in pleasure as Makoto’s tongue also returned, tonguing gently at her rock-hard clit.
For a while they held the routine – Ren fucking Ann’s pussy for a spell then using Makoto’s mouth to clean himself off – but soon all three of them began to feel the oncoming pressure. Ren’s thrusts became more erratic, and Ann’s tongue became frantic and wild. It was going to end soon, it was certain – the only question was which of them would break first.
Makoto fell first. The hot, surging pleasures of Ann’s tongue proved too much and she clenched up in pleasure, her climax roaring through her as her thighs bunched together, trapping Ann’s face in meaty heaven as she cried out in pure bliss. She sat back up on shaking legs, only to fall sideways and collapse onto the sofa, as Ren’s own endurance began to fray.
“Fuck her harder.” Makoto moaned, feeling even her well-used cunt begin to tingle at the sight of Ren going all-out on the homewrecking blonde. “Give her everything you have, fill her up.”
The sound of his own girlfriend encouraging him to cum inside Ann was more than enough to tip Ren over the edge and he came with a strangled roar, his body going rigid and every muscle screaming, his cock jerking and twitching and filling Ann up with ropes of hot, sticky cum. The blonde giggled with delight, rolling her hips and locking him in with her legs, determined to milk every last drop from the man she had held such complex emotions about for such a long time. Eventually Ren was spent and he too fell away, slumping to the sofa with a long, contented sigh.
For a moment, the three of them lay there, nobody wanting to break the silence. Even Ann was slightly nervous; the moment had presumably passed, what would happen now? What would happen to her now? Would Ren and Makoto carry on as if nothing had happened? To her surprise, she found that she really didn’t want that, but that didn’t make any sense. It had just been sex, right?
But then she looked to the side, and saw something truly enchanting.
Makoto was staring at Ann’s pussy, the pink lips slowly disgorging and lightening as the lust faded, still somewhat distended by Ren’s cock, and dripping with his cum. Makoto blinked. Ann’s most intimate area looked very inviting. An hour ago, she’d never so much as seen another woman’s genitals…now she couldn’t even begin to keep herself away.
“Oh fuck!” Ann cried as Makoto dived in, burying her face between Ann’s legs and slurping away at her pussy, lapping up Ren’s cum. Makoto was inexperienced but that hardly mattered now with Ann this fired up; she pushed her tongue in as deeply as she could, lashing at Ann’s folds and drawing a moan of pleasure from the confident blonde.
“Oh you fat-assed slut, Makoto.” Ann groaned, tangling her fingers in short brown hair and pulling the older girl in deeper. “That’s right, eat my pussy after our boyfriend fucked me. Lick his cum out of me!”
Ann’s slip-up in referring to Ren had been entirely inadvertent. It had just slipped out - she hadn’t intended it, and wouldn’t have chosen to say it. Makoto might have been too busy to notice, but Ren very much had – he was looking at Ann now, a questioning look in those grey eyes.
Is that what you want?
Ann didn’t even have to think. She tangled her fingers deeper in Makoto’s hair, and gave Ren a nod. Ren shrugged and gave a small nod, and Ann felt a surge of happiness roar through her. She shook and quivered in place, smiling brightly at Ren with all the joy she could muster even as Makoto’s eager, questing tongue brought her to the most heartwarming climax of her life.
Ann couldn’t lie to herself. It wasn’t just sex. And she wanted this to continue for as long as she could make it; the three of them. Together.
Sometime later, the three of them had completely run out of energy. Ren and Makoto were dozing together on the sofa, their modesty broadly protected by a blanket their former ‘third wheel’ had hastily grabbed from a bedroom. Ann herself had just padded back from the bathroom, equally naked but having at least freshened herself up. Smiling fondly at the scene, Ann sat down on the sofa next to them, fully intending to tuck herself in with her new lovers and drift off, but then an idea occurred to her.
Before the need for sleep became too overwhelming, Ann quickly grabbed her phone and opened the camera. Setting up an expiring photo message that would delete after 5 seconds, Ann snapped a picture of the three of them; nothing technically explicit, but the teasing nakedness of her own upper body and Ren and Makoto’s bare shoulders would make the implication perfectly clear.
With a final smirk, she sent the image to Ryuji, adding a caption to further twist the knife.
“You missed out! Shouldn’t have cancelled on me.”