The night air turned cool and brisk after dinner, so we built a fire and took our dessert to the living room. I threw on a CHVRCHES album and we had ourselves a little naked dance party. After a cozy cuddle and gentle lovemaking by the fireplace, I was lying on the sofa with my head in Virginia's lap, feeling her fingers meander through my hair. Virginia was too short for her legs to dangle over the edge, so they were outstretched straight in front of her, allowing us both to peer at her delicious bare feet.
"Giselle...do you ever get turned on by your own feet?"
"Only every waking moment."
"Hey! You said you think about MY feet all the time!"
"I multitask. Look, we have amazing bodies and our feet are fucking fabulous. That's not vanity, that's just genetics. It's only natural to get aroused by your own appearance, especially when you're a freakin' little hottie like you!"
"But, Giselle...I find myself staring them constantly! It's not normal! I can't play with myself every second of every day!"
"Omigosh, do you ever suck your own toes when you masturbate?"
"What? Y-you do that?"
"All the time. It feels incredible. You must try it."
Virginia looked miles away, clearly entertaining notions of tounging her tasty toes. "Gah, you're not helping!" she cried, snapping out of her fantasy. "I'm like horny all the time! Thinking about you, thinking about...my feet...what can I do?"
"We can...find a way to have more sex."
Virginia groaned. "Swell. How does that work when I'm at school...or at home...?"
"Oh, honey...you're not the only kid challenged by this. You might be having these feelings earlier than some others, and your body will be going through wonderful changes in the next few years, just like all your classmates. But you have something they don't."
"What?"
"Me."
Virginia smiled.
"Whenever you're getting all hormonal," I continued, "find a private place and just...call me. Tell me how you're feeling."
"Really?"
"Anytime. Day or night."
Virginia heaved a sigh of relief. "Thank you."
"You're not alone in this, babe. I miss you terribly when we're not together."
"You do?"
"Angel...you know this. I ache for you eternally. Always fantasizing about our next encounter."
"So what you're saying is...I won't be any less horny when I'm a grown woman."
"Nope...you're doomed."
"Awesome. So...did today live up to your wildest dreams?"
I raised my hand to stroke her delicate face. "You, my love, never fail to exceed expectations." Virginia bent over to kiss me and then I nuzzled my face against her soft belly.
"Giselle? What's your greatest fantasy?"
"This. Right here."
Virginia giggled. "I mean, sexual fantasy."
"Hmm...we accomplished that this afternoon. Guess I need a new one. How about you?"
"Mine keep shifting and getting fulfilled too. There's so much I want to do with you. Can I...show you one of my fantasies tomorrow?"
"Sure!"
"Is that okay? I'm not copping out, I just..."
"No, no...I love surprises. Can't wait!"
I listened to Virginia breathe for a few minutes, and then she said, "Am I the youngest person you've ever made love with?"
"You sure are."
"Am I the youngest person you've ever kissed? Not...counting if you were like really close in age when you were little."
"I was into older women in my teenage years. Had my first kiss - first everything, really - when I was thirteen, and first kissed a young girl when I was nineteen. That was my honey, and it's been all young'uns ever since."
"She's really okay with you having flings with other girls?"
"She insists upon it, actually. She's convinced that I have some sort of cosmic obligation to nurture the inexperienced."
"She sounds really cool."
"She's the coolest. It all started about a year after we began dating. This adorably awkward ballerina signed up for my class - she was like thirteen or so - and she was so wickedly talented but a total scatterbrain. One evening, she was lingering in the studio after class, and I asked her if there was anything I could do to help her focus. And she said something ridiculously cheesy but super-hot like, "I'm always focused on you." And she kissed me! She was a completely different person when we were alone. I played it cool with her, but of course I felt so guilty about the kiss and told my honey about it right away. And her reaction was so peculiar; she's normally super-chill about everything, but this time she was all, 'This girl needs you...you have to let her exert her sexual agency...you must guide her or else some pervert might come along and ruin her...' She was quite adamant, it was so funny. So...I just let it happen. And then more girls came along, and you came along, and...yeah. Not sure why I have this particular allure, but I can't complain."
"It's because we trust you."
I took a beat and looked into Virginia's earnest eyes. "Thank you," I said, choking back tears. "You've no idea how much that means to me."
Virginia kissed me as I allowed the tears to flow. "And your sweet ass doesn't hurt either!"
"Gee, thanks!" I laughed.
Then Virginia suddenly looked very serious. "This is more than a fling, isn't it?"
"Much more."
We kissed again and snuggled silently for a few moments.
"Giselle? You totally dodged my question."
"I totally did! I kissed a nine year-old girl a couple of years ago."
"Wow! Was it amazing?"
"It was...magical."
Virginia giggled. She looked at me, expecting me to continue, and when I didn't she said, "Well...who was she?? Another student?"
"Oh, you want to hear all my stories tonight, huh? No, she's the daughter of a friend of mine. You see, I was doing a show out of town, and my friend - this girl's mom - was the choreographer. I was staying at their house, and one night close to the end of the run, this girl and I were curled up together on the couch watching TV...and we ended up kissing all night."
"All night?? Ugh, I'm jealous of a nine year-old! Was she all awkward and shy like your other little cuties?"
"No way, she was really aggressive. She had her sights set on me from day one, and when she finally got me alone, she didn't waste any time."
"Can't say I blame her. Are you still in touch?"
"Yeah...she's pretty much obsessed with me...in a sweet way, not creepy. She writes me every week...like real letters...in the mail."
"Aww, how cute! You have a Victorian-era stalker!"
If I had been drinking milk right then, it would have come out my nose. "Yeah...pretty much," I said, through my laughter.
"You've been with a lot of girls, yes?"
"Heaps."
Virginia kept silent for a moment.
"That doesn't bother you, does it?" I continued.
"Quite the opposite! I love that you're so well-versed and still have all these unrealized fantasies."
"Well, not everyone is as pervy as you, my angel."
"I'm NOT...you have no clue how boring I was before I met you! I've always known I'm queer, but not one lewd thought ever entered my mind...until one look at you and all my latent lechery just erupted and I wanted to do EVERYTHING with you. I can't speak for other girls, but it feels like you have this power to liberate my inner kinkiness. You SAVED me from a life of vanilla lesbianism."
"I like vanilla."
Virginia shoved me, playfully. "You like everything."
"It's true. I'm a whore."
Virginia cradled my head in her arm and fondly touched my face all over with her fingertips.
"Giselle? Do you have any fantasies I'm incapable of satisfying?"
"Well...I've always wanted to make out with a girl who has braces."
"Braces?? Really?"
"Braces are SO freaking hot!"
"Damn my perfect teeth!" Virginia smoothed my eyebrows with her thumb. "Do you know anyone with braces?"
"Just one. That girl I told you about...?"
"The nine year-old?"
"Yeah. I mean...she's eleven now...she just got braces."
"Cool!"
"Wanna see a picture her mom sent me?"
"Sure!"
"Here, hand me my phone."
Virginia reached over and grabbed my cell from the endtable. I scanned through my photos until I found the one of my little brace-faced girl, lounging barefoot in her backyard.
"She is ADORABLE! Wait...her mom sent you a picture of her barefoot daughter? Does she know you??"
"Oh, she knows me."
"AND SHE STILL SENDS YOU FOOTSIE PORN OF HER OWN CHILD???"
"She's kind of a hippie mom."
"Wow...can she adopt me?"
"Aww...your mom is pretty cool. She's more open than you think."
"I don't know. I mean...I love her to bits, but I just wish I could tell her about us without getting into trouble."
"Oh, cupcake...she knows we're close...and she knows how you feel about me..."
"SHE DOES???"
"You're not subtle. And knowing all this, she trusts us with spending all this time alone together."
"I feel like I'm deceiving her...like I'm getting away with something."
"You're not. She knows. She doesn't need it spelled out for her."
"I'm just bursting with so much love for you...I want to scream it to everyone."
"So...let's go scream it..."
I rose from the couch and took Virginia's hand to lead her out into the chilly night. We stood in the darkened meadow, looking up at the stars, neither of us shivering in the slightest. Virginia looked so placid, and so happy.
"Go ahead."
Virginia looked at me and then turned her face toward the skies, eyes shut tight, and screamed, "I LOVE GISELLE WITH ALL MY HEART AND SOUL, FOREVER AND EVER!!!"
"I LOVE VIRGINIA WITH ALL MY HEART AND SOUL, FOREVER AND EVER!!!"
Virginia turned to me, shouting, "I LOVE YOU!!!"
"I LOVE YOU MORE!!!"
"I LOVE YOU THE MOST!!!"
"I LOVE YOU INFINITELY, IN EVERY PARALLEL DIMENSION, ALTERNATE TIMELINE, ELSEWORLD, IMAGINARY FAN FICTION AND MIRROR UNIVERSE!!!"
"ME TOO, YOU GIANT NERD!!!"
We fell into each others' arms, laughing and smooching. We had some late night nookie once more in the grass before heading upstairs to wash up and finally fulfilling my dream of curling up in bed together and falling asleep.
I woke up quite well rested, although earlier than desired. I was pleasantly surprised that I was still holding Virginia, who kept snoozing, since I normally flop around a lot while in bed by myself. As she slumbered sweetly against my bosom, I felt so protective of my tender Virginia. Her skin was so soft and pink from sleeping. I started counting the freckles of her right shoulder. The morning sunlight illumined Virginia's naked form even more angelically than usual. I considered waking her up for some early morning delights, but thought better of it since she has a big day ahead and should sleep as long as she needs.
I tried my best to slither away without disturbing my peaceful princess; I almost had my arm free when Virginia started stirring. I froze and waited for her to roll over and settle back to sleep. I was so relieved for her, but not so much for me since I now had the most sublime view of her unblemished back and her inviting behind. I fought again to resist temptation, and quickly snatched up my red satin robe and hurried downstairs to fix breakfast.
I hadn't labored in the kitchen too long before I heard Virginia scampering down the stairs, following the smell of coffee and bacon. She appeared in the doorway wearing only a smile and chirped, "Good morning! Ooo, bacon!"
She snagged a strip from the counter, happily munching as she strutted over to me as only a thoroughly sexually satisfied girl can. Taking a seat at the kitchen island where I was working, she planted a smoky, salty kiss on my longing lips.
"Mmm...good morning, angel. How do you take your coffee?"
"Creamy and sweet, like my women."
"Oh, my!" I giggled, pausing from rolling out dough to put cream and sugar in a mug. Pouring a cup for Virginia, I said, "Whatever am I going to do with you?"
"Fuck the living hell out of me, I hope!"
"You are so quick, I fucking love you!" I gave Virginia a sloppy smooch and slid her coffee over to her. I went back to rolling dough while Virginia caffeinated.
Virginia eyed me dreamily while indulging in her java. "Wouldn't it be amazing if this was our life?"
"What do you mean, honey? Of course this is our life." I started spreading softened butter on the dough.
"No, I mean you and me, together all the time. Living together, sleeping together...me never wearing clothes, watching you looking all dishy while you make me - " She was temporarily rendered mute as I generously sprinkled brown sugar and cinnamon over the buttered dough. "ARE YOU MAKING ME CINNAMON ROLLS??"
I just chuckled at her.
"THOSE ARE MY FAVORITE!! I never get to have them!" Virginia came down off her stool to hug me from behind. "I didn't know you're so domestic, it's such a turn on!"
I finished with my sprinkling and began rolling the dough into a spiral, while Virginia cozied up to my butt, just laying her head there and sighing.
"Comfy?" I teased.
"Very."
I smiled as her hands crept under my robe to grope my thighs and buttocks. I took a length of unwaxed dental floss and started cutting the dough as Virginia lifted my robe completely.
"Damn, girl...ancient cultures would have built temples to worship this ass!" And then she roughly grabbed my cheeks and plunged her slutty tongue in my butthole. Despite this most welcome anal explorer, I still had to make an effort to cut the rolls evenly. Once I was done slicing, I put the rolls in a greased baking pan to rise some more. Having a little time on my hands, I arched my back and lay my head and shoulders on the marble countertop, allowing Virginia to make a meal of my asshole. Her spry little tongue romped around my pucker until I could hardly stand it. Then her licking became more casual and drawn-out - you know, as casual as a ten year-old tongue in a grown woman's ass can be.
A few more loving, lazy licks later, I praised her with, "Ohhh, honey...you're the best at that."
"Really? Do I get a prize?"
"Oh, yeah. A lifetime, all-access pass to my butthole!"
Virginia squealed, "Just what I always wanted!" before hitching herself to my thighs and burrowing her face between my cheeks. I groaned approvingly as she French kissed my sphincter. "I love making you moan," she cooed, ahead of fluttering her tongue in my asshole unrelentingly. She then vacuum-sealed her mouth around my anus and sucked and sucked as if her life depended on it. The suction got so intense, it felt like Virginia was going to suck my brain out through my butt.
"Yesyesyesyesyes!! Rightthererightthererighttheredon'tstopdon'tstopDON'TSTOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOP!!!!!"
Virginia dauntlessly stayed affixed to my asshole as I climaxed, my buttocks violently shuddering around her delicate, freckled face. We remained conjoined as my penultimate quivers diminished. Virginia disengaged and began prying at my moistened vulva with her fingers. "Perfect...just what I need..." she said, mysteriously.
"FUCK!" I cried with my last quake.
"Don't mind if I do..." and Virginia jammed her whole hand into my vagina.
"Fuckity, fuck, fuck, FUCK!! You nasty little fuckbunny! Fuck...YES!!!"
It struck me that I hadn't been fisted since our first evening together. Although I had her foot up my coochie only yesterday, this feeling was so different and special, and I'd honestly forgotten how awesome it was. That initial experience was so surreal, I had half-convinced myself I'd made it all up, but now it was all coming back to me plain as day. As I enjoyed her hand rollicking around my insides, I authenticated my appreciation by slapping the countertop, thrashing so hard I knocked the rolling pin to the floor, and growling, howling and cussing up a storm.
Virginia slowed her pace a bit, suggesting that either her arm was getting tired or she just knew me well enough by now that I like mixing things up. Whichever it was, it still felt incredible and I thought I should offer some encouragement.
"Ohhh, baby...you know just how to fuck me. You make me so fucking happy. Your hand feels so good in my cunt."
"I fuckin' love my potty-mouthed ballerina!" barked Virginia. "You gonna come for me again?"
"I'll always come for you, angel. You know the best way to get me off."
"Beg me."
"Please? Pleasepleasepleasepleaseplease? I want it so bad!"
"Say it!"
"Please put your pretty tongue in my asshole? I need it every single day. I cry when I can't have it! Pretty please with sugar on top?"
Virginia used her non-ensconced hand to spread my butt cheeks open. Only then did it hit me that she was using her left hand to fist-fuck me which party explained why it felt so unusual. She honored me with one agonizingly laggard lick embarking from the outskirts of my pussy and blazing a trail up to its anal destination.
"Mmm...you don't need sugar, babe, you're sweet enough already!" And she settled her soft lips and tongue into me to taste my puckered pinkness. I could tell she was smiling from the way the shape of her mouth felt. I wished I could see her green eyes gleaming with joy so I sprawled further onto the countertop and dreamed of them instead. Her enshrined fist made haste once again while her unwavering tongue lollygagged in my anus, making it difficult to believe that the same darling little girl was performing both licentious acts.
The onset of my orgasm took me by surprise as my knees buckled and my thighs trembled. Not wanting to crumple to the ground, I shifted most of my weight forward, lying my torso flat on the kitchen island and raising my feet from the floor. Bending my knees, I hugged Virginia with my legs, trapping her in the epicenter of my explosive climax. Even though my tumultuous lower body actually lifted Virginia in the air and shook her about a couple of times, she persisted in her pursuit of poking my pussy and pashing my pucker to the very last.
Long after my orgasming had ceased, Virginia finally came up for air. "This is my happy place," she declared.
"Oh, Virginia..." She withdrew her hand from my snatch and I slipped down from the counter to face her jubilant smile. "...that was just lovely."
We kissed, and the sweet taste of her mouth mingled marvelously with the zing of my asshole. Virginia went back to her coffee while I popped the now-risen cinnamon rolls in the oven and set a timer.
Virginia was licking her hand clean in between sips. "Mmm...this coffee tastes even better now."
I poured myself another cup and rejoined Virginia. Taking her hand, I said, "I wish every morning could start like this."
"That's what I'm saying."
"You excited for today?"
Virginia shrugged as she drank.
"Aww, princess...you're gonna crush it!"
"I know I will, I have you! I'm just...not looking forward to getting dressed."
"Well..." I giggled. "I'll have you back here and naked again in no time."
Virginia tugged at the sleeve of my robe. "You, however, look simply smashing in this! Did they invent this shade of red just for you? This is SO your color."
"Hmm, it's okay..." I said, wrangling stray locks of Virginia's hair away from her face. "My favorite shade of red is right here."
We held hands and made eyes at each other for a few minutes until the timer dinged. Virginia's face lit up, and clapping gaily she said, "Goodie, goodie, goodie!"
"Almost, sweetheart," I said, turning down the oven temperature.
"Tease," Virginia glowered.
I set the timer again and whipped some sugar, butter, vanilla, milk and cream cheese together in a bowl. The timer went off again a couple of minutes later and I transferred the rolls from the oven to a cooling rack. Virginia crawled up onto the marble, watching me drizzle frosting over the rolls as if I had just invented the light bulb. Before I could even offer, Virginia's grabby hands plucked a gooey roll off the tray, conveying it straight into her mouth. Taking a huge chomp out of the treat, her eyelids dropped and her whole body mellowed out. Time stood still as Virginia lovingly chewed and swallowed. Her eyes opened again halfway, bestowing a worshipful gaze upon me, and she sighed, "Marry me."
Blushing and giggling, I blew Virginia a kiss while she indulged in a second bite. A glob of glaze wept down onto Virginia's leg and I immediately swooped in to lick it off her milky thigh. She shrieked and quickly moved the roll away to prevent it from dripping into my hair, causing a driblet to drop on her left nipple instead. I looked at the fortuitously fallen frosting, and then into Virginia's eyes. She bit her lip, anticipating my inevitable next action. I made her wait several seconds before attacking, ferociously gobbling her sugarcoated nipple.
"Oh, Giselle!!" she whooped, wrapping her arm around my head. I feasted upon her flat chest as Virginia had another nibble of her breakfast. I smiled at her buoyant chowing and she fed me a sample of her pastry. I rolled the sweetly spiced fluffiness around my mouth while my mischievous girl allowed more icing to slide off the bun onto her other nipple. I drew a slow spiral around her bosom with my tongue, ultimately zeroing in on her rosy nub. Virginia polished off her first roll as my tongue went round and round her nipple, until it grew erect in my mouth. I sucked her stiff gland, and she leaned back to take another cinnamon roll. On its unhurried trip up to Virginia's mouth, she deliberately let the roll dribble goo all the way from her pussy up to her chin.
"Oopsie! How clumsy of me!" Virginia took a small bite.
I raised my head from her breast to survey my sticky sweetheart. "You're a hot mess," I teased, before my tongue scooped up all the frosting from just above her pubic mound, up her tummy, in her belly button, through her future cleavage, along her neck and over her chin. I swallowed much of it in advance of depositing the rest into her mouth, culminating in deep, creamy kisses.
"You missed a spot," said Virginia, indicating the neglected topping on her vulva.
"No, I didn't...I always save the tastiest bit for last." And I slurped up the icing and smushed my face into her vagina. I noshed on her tasty twat, staring straight into Virginia's eyes.
"Oh yes, Giselle! Lick my clit...just like that! Oh, my fucking Goddess!!!"
I pampered her pussy while she ate more of her second roll. Placing my fingertips on her slight shoulders, I eased her down so she was lying flat on the countertop. I lowered my head a bit so I could look directly into Virginia's pink portal. Leaning in, I took a spirited sniff of her fresh cunt, followed by my tongue gliding all the way into her and then back out again.
"Giselle, holy fuck!!"
"I fucking love it when you scream my name!" My curled tongue thrust in and out of her as fast as humanly possible.
"GISELLE!!!!!!!"
It didn't take much to earn a blast of fresh-squeezed girl juice to the face. Virginia squawked shrilly, humidifying my face for seemingly the same amount of time I was tongue-fucking her.
"Thank you, Goddess, that was wonderful!"
"Oh, I'm not done with you yet, missy!"
"I don't know if I have any left..." I interrupted Virginia with a teasing tip of the tongue to her asshole. "Oh! Spoke too soon...here!" She flipped herself over, getting up onto all fours. Holding her half-eaten cinnamon roll over her backside, more candied glop was motivated to ooze onto her anus. I tongue-bathed every inch of her ass in advance of wiping my sopping face all over her butthole. Virginia had just taken another bite of bun when I instantly drilled my tongue into her sleek slot to the max.
"Oh, gentle Goddess of Anal Delights, your divine tongue was made to fuck my asshole."
This made me wet beyond all imagining. I took my cue for a more temperate approach and settled in for an extravagant excursion to the innermost reaches of Virginia's tushy. She rested her head on the marble, elevating her bottom to greet my welcoming face. She continued to eat while my tongue and I spent ages feeling her breathe and listening to her merry humming at her simultaneous anal and oral satisfaction.
Upon swallowing her final morsel, Virginia said, "Oh, Goddess...your tongue gives me life. I wish all girls my age could know how this feels. We'd all be far less stressed out."
It made me super-bummed to think of anything overburdening my darling little Virginia. Kids are put under such ridiculous pressure these days, it's so unfair. My tongue briefly returned to my mouth to both deliver epicurean delicacies and to say, "Mmm...you can come over to relieve tension anytime you need to, dollface."
Virginia tittered nervously as I exhaled slowly into her gaping anus. "Don't I wish?"
I snaked my hand around the front of her thigh and up between her legs to cup her sizzling pussy. My tongue did laps around her anal rim while I diddled her clitoris with one hand and surreptitiously put a cinnamon roll on the counter between Virginia's splayed legs with the other. I synced my fingers and tongue to a provocative rhythm, and before too long I had her making it rain again. I thought that since she had only just slammed me with a tsunami a moment ago that I would merit more of a fine mist this time, but instead she drenched my poor unsuspecting pastry with a squall of squirt.
"Oh, baby, where does that all come from?" I said, appreciatively, giving her butthole a few last licks.
"I have an endless supply, all for you." Virginia sat up to face me, and I picked up the soggy cinnamon roll and took a mighty bite.
Virginia stammered, "I-is that...did I...?"
"Needed more glaze," I said, mouth full of cinnamon and snizz syrup.
To my bewilderment, Virginia's eyes welled up with tears. "Just when I think I couldn't love you more...you go and do something so off-the-charts freaky..." She nibbled the other side of the bun as I was having another taste, and her eyes rolled back in her head. "Fuck, I'm yummy!"
"Yeah, ya are!"
"Hop up here with me." I shed my robe and started hoisting myself onto the island. "Careful, it's slippery."
"Imagine that."
I was on my hands and knees when Virginia said, "Brilliant...stay right there." And she buried her face in my ass again. After a couple of slobbery moments, I heard her whisper something like, "Oh, you're still nice and relaxed from before, aren't you?"
"What's that, angel?"
She spanked me sternly. "Shush! I'm romancing your butthole." She murmured inaudibly to my ass for another minute, and then began to make out with my anus again.
I melted under this honey-tongued tyke. "Mmm...I guess it's an anal day, huh?"
"Ding-ding-ding! That is correct! Show her what she's won, Virginia!"
Clearly she had been soaking in her squirt, for her saturated fingers started sinking into my supple asshole.
"Omigod, are you doing what I think you're doing? You are!! I've wanted this since forever! Omigodomigodomigod, yesyesyes...oh, my HOLY FUCKAMOLY!!!"
My ass was now chock-full of Virginia. She probably was only in me as far as her wrist, but it felt like she'd stuffed her whole self inside me.
"Girl, I thought your pussy was tight! This feels sooooooo awesome, doesn't it?"
I breathlessly whispered, "...yes...fuck, yes...amazing...you're amazing..."
"Remember to breathe, babe. Good golly, you look so hot with my hand up your ass! You have the nicest booty ever, I've been dreaming of fucking this butthole ever since I first laid eyes on you." She slathered more vaginal nectar on her yet-to-be embedded forearm. "I'mma pound you so hard, you'll see the future!"
"Omigod, Virginia, give it to me!"
She went from zero to 60 in the blink of an eye, assaulting my anal passage like there was no tomorrow. I could hardly make any sound, let alone move; it took all my fortitude to withstand this superbly barbaric buttfucking.
"Oh, my sweet little fuck Muppet...what an obedient butt slut you are!"
Then I barely squeaked out, "...m-more..."
"What's that, slut?"
"MORE!! PLEASE??"
"There's my tough cookie..." Virginia said, pulling my hair and driving more of her arm into me. "You can take it. There's a good girl...take it all..."
With her now almost elbow-deep and still going, I felt more and more like Virginia's puppet. I was under Virginia's complete control as my body involuntarily rose until I was elegantly poised on my knees with my back straight as a ramrod, although I was feeling lighter than air.
"There you go! Who's a good little anal whore now?"
"Me, my queen."
"You like being my anal whore, don't you?"
"Yes, my queen. I love it."
"You want more, anal whore?"
"If it pleases my queen." Being submissive to this innocent-looking, freckle-faced child became my new sexual orientation that day.
"Damn, right, it pleases me. Punishing your tight little slut-hole is my goddamn purpose in life! Ready or not, I'm gonna pack your ass full of more lovin' than you've ever had in your whole entire life." As Virginia pressed on, happy tears rained down my face.
"Oh, Queen Virginia...I love you. I love you so much. Thank you for jamming so much happiness up my asshole. Thank you...thank YOOOOOOOOUUUUUUUUUU!!!!" Virginia's elbow joint busted through my anal muscle with a vengeance, and I spent the rest of this watershed episode blubbering incoherently. Virginia seemed similarly enraptured for she warmly wrapped her other arm around me and lay her head against my back. For the second time today, her gentle demeanor was completely incongruous with the brutal limb fucking up into my taut, wanton body. And for the second, but definitely not the last time in my life, I had another fisting-induced astral event. This time, instead of exploding out my myself, I kind of imploded and witnessed my own evolution on a cellular level. Time seemed to be one giant ball of string all scrunched up in such a way so that one point in time was touching every other point. Nothing made sense, and I finally heard Virginia's voice calling me back.
"Giselle?"
"I'm here, baby."
"Where'd you go?"
"Nowhere...everywhere."
Virginia was still inside me and she was peppering my back with soft kisses. "You feel okay?" she asked.
"I feel wonderful! That must have been some orgasm."
"Um...ya think? You've been like this for seven minutes."
"Wow! Can you tell me about it?"
"You got like...really still. And your heartbeat slowed down...and then you just went supernova."
"I...what?"
"You suddenly got crazy hot, and even though you weren't moving, you felt like...like you were..."
"Imploding?"
"Exactly! And then it got really weird...you seemed to have virtually no mass, and you may have even been glowing, and I think I actually lifted you from the counter at one point..."
"Well, get a load of you, Wonder Woman!"
"And then the best thing happened...we kinda merged...you became a part of me, and I a part of you."
"Well..." I said, reaching back to stroke her half-hidden arm. "...you still are a part of me."
"Bad girl!" Virginia scolded, slapping my ass. "And there's something else...you sorta squirted."
"I did??"
"Just a little. But, yeah. We seem to have stumbled upon your magic button."
"Oh, angel..." I began, sobbing softly. "You make my world so big."
Virginia gave me a squeeze and said, "It's probably time to vacate the premises."
"Hang on..." I gave her arm one last caress and whispered, "I'm gonna miss you."
Virginia eased her arm out of my asshole, and I consumed the remainder of my squirt soaked cinnamon bun to try and fill the void. She leaned down and said soothingly into my coral canyon, "I'll come back soon, I promise." Then she swished her finger around in my gargantuan gape. "You have quite the echo going on down there!"
"You little minx!" I pulled her close and plastered my sticky sweet mouth to hers. After a few kisses, Virginia disengaged looking thrilled and just a touch terrified.
"Giselle? What is happening to us?"
"I don't know...something incredible, I think."
"Can you describe what happened when you came?"
"It was...so clear and abstract all at once. I saw...everything."
"So...you saw the future?"
"Oh, yes."
"Really?? What did you see?"
"SO MUCH ASSFUCKING. Except...our roles are reversed."
Virginia became very quiet and turned beet red, appearing awfully small and shy. She could barely make eye contact while she processed this information. The corners of her mouth curved into a scandalous smile and she erupted with a scream. "Ahhhh, I can't wait! I want you to split me in half so bad!"
"Virginia!"
She hung her arms around my neck and brought her giggly face close to mine. I mashed my mouth against her lips and teeth, and we kissed madly. She forced her leg underneath my thigh and squished our pussies together. Our muffs and mouths made out in unison for a few moments until her spasmodic shimmying became too hot to handle. Unable to contain my outburst any longer, I dug my nails into her hips and broke away from her face, screaming, "Fuckfuckfuckfuckfuck...VIRGINIA!!!"
Virginia did not let up as I climaxed, she just kept on grinding with her mirthful mouth wide open and her flaming red hair flying like the untamed creature she is. Her failing limbs landed her foot square in the middle of the tray of cinnamon rolls.
"Fucking A, gimme that foot!" I snagged her ankle and Virginia let go of my neck to lean back on her palms. I tongued every last tidbit off her succulent sole before shoving all her toes in my mouth. Holding her tasty tootsies there, I propped myself on my hand in kind and laid my best samba moves on her clit.
Staying supported by one arm and reaching out to tug at Virginia's nipples, my three-front blitz of her major erogenous zones began unchallenged. (And if I could have figured out a way to get at her butthole, I most assuredly would have.)
I saw from her punch-drunk grin that Virginia was nearing nirvana, so I basically deep-throated her foot to seal the deal. Her expression of astonishment was priceless, and her vaginal hot spring hosed me down high and low. I noticed Virginia splashed a little extra sugar in my coffee so I spat out her foot and raised my mug to take a healthy swig.
"Mmm...good to the last drop."
Virginia rubbed her liberated foot over my breasts, purring, "My beautiful pervert."
Her foot started roaming southward but I took hold of her ankle by the time she reached my belly button.
"Oh, princess...I would love nothing more than to stay here getting fucked by you all day, but it's time to get ourselves cleaned up and ready to go."
Virginia scanned the havoc we wreaked on the room and each other. "Sorry...Hurricane Virginia went all category 5 on your nice, clean kitchen."
"She's welcome to surge here anytime. Besides, I have a different naturally occurring phenomenon moniker for you."
"What's that?"
"Young Faithful."
Virginia gave me a puckish sneer and a peculiarly pleasing punt to the cunt.
"Uhh! Save some for later! Go on, scoot!" I disentangled myself from Virginia and returned my feet to the floor.
"Okay...you need help here?"
"Nah...you do you, I got this."
Virginia came down from the countertop while I started gathering sponges and paper towels. She walked right up to me, looked me in the eye and said, "Hey..." I just stared back, watching her inability to verbalize whatever was in her heart, and instead she hugged the most meaningful hug that was ever hugged. After our epic embrace, she turned to leave the room, and mercy me I could have been in a coma and still enjoyed the sight of that.
Beginning to tidy up the kitchen island, I heard Virginia on the stairs shouting, "BEST. BREAKFAST. EVER."
My heart swelled with pride at bringing so much pleasure to this most deserving young soul. I extracted a stomped-on cinnamon bun from the pan and dined on debauchery while fingering myself to another exquisitely anal orgasm.
(to be continued...)
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