After cleaning up our kitchen carnality and showering off all that sweet sweet Virginia lovin', I went to recover my robe when I discovered a freshly-bathed Virginia giving new meaning to "master" bedroom. She was in bed, sucking on her toes while lying on my satin robe and using a corner of it to vigorously massage her vulva. I kept spying on her from the doorway, highly entertained by her utter disregard of decorum and her presumption of privacy. I loved catching her in this unguarded moment most of all, perhaps the only time I will get to witness her when she believes herself to be authentically alone. Of course, she's a smart girl and could simply be putting on a show, hoping I'll walk in on her. My flexible floozy covered her face with both feet, sniffing excessively as she fiddled herself an impressive orgasm. I observed almost the entirety of her coming before pretending to enter the room.
"Hey, babe, have you seen my robe?"
Not allowing the balance of her climax go interrupted, Virginia treated herself to a few final licks to her heels and arches.
"You're SO right, that was amazing. I'm sorry, I kinda...borrowed your robe. It's so silky and it smells like you."
"You are so beautiful." Virginia's feet were still up by her ears, and it took all my restraint not to ravish her tiny body. "Never apologize for your desires." I started for my closet.
Virginia smiled and rolled off my robe, offering it up to me. "You want it back?"
"Keep it. I have another." I produced a purple satin robe just like it and put it on.
"Forever??"
"Sure."
Virginia cradled the red robe, looking like a kid on Christmas morning.
"Here, let's do your hair."
"Okay!" She bounced down from the bed and sat at the vanity. I brushed out her crimson tresses and twisted them into two Wednesday Addams-style braids. Virginia was making eyes at me in the mirror the whole time, and she turned up her face to me for a kiss when I finished with the last hair tie.
I went back to my closet and failed to find the dress I wanted. "Hey, doll, I think I left today's outfit downstairs. Can you please get dressed and meet me down there?"
"Okay..." frowned a sullen Virginia.
"Aww, princess, don't be glum. You know I always picture you naked."
I found my clothes in my garment bag on the first floor, and Virginia came down a couple of minutes later. I was just fastening my halter when she stood stunned at the sight of my Seven Year Itch ivory cocktail dress. I was equally charmed by her insanely tight denim cut-offs and the CBGBs t-shirt I gave her that night when she needed something else to wear home after percolating pussy juice through her tank top. Even though this was a top I wore when I was her age, she was positively swimming in it. I tugged teasingly at the loose-fitting hem.
"Ermahgerd! Mah lertle pernk rahk gurl! Sew serxay!"
Virginia laughed, looking at me like I had completely cracked. "Wha...?"
"You look hot," I said with a giggle.
"Oh...thanks. And look at you! You're ready to walk the red carpet!"
"Well..." I said, letting my hand drop and skim over her clothed coochie. "...maybe in a few years."
Virginia batted my naughty hand away. "You're so bad! Seriously, you look like a movie star. I can't believe you're wearing something I don't want to instantly rip off of you!"
"Aw, shucks, this old thing?" I gave the dress a good twirl. "Is this what you're wearing for the routine?"
"Yeah...is it okay?"
I appraised everything Virginia was, and was not, wearing. "That's a...lot of skin you've got going on there. And, um..." I pulled at her collar to peek down her shirt. "Woo! Hello, girls! Do you have a bandeau or something to wear? 'cause this will become a whole other competition after your opening front aerial!"
"I have something...I just love this shirt so much and I want to feel it on my skin as long as possible. This is kinda my good luck charm I mean, YOU'RE my good luck charm, but wearing this makes me feel like you're out there on stage with me."
I held my precious pupil close. "Aww, sweetheart...you know I'm teasing. Can't help being a little protective. You know I'm super cool with you flashing anyone and everyone, whenever, wherever. The judges may not be as into your perky little nipples as I am, that's all."
"Omigod, GISELLE!"
I squeezed her shoulders and laid a mushy kiss on her cheek. "You have your dance bag?"
"Check."
"Props?"
"Check."
I pulled a white parasol for myself from the umbrella stand and Virginia totally flipped out.
"I WANT A PARASOL!"
I tittered, "I thought you might..." Looking through my assortment, I found a lacy black parasol to match her hardcore outfit. Virginia opened it and started sashaying around. I literally could have watched this all day, but instead I made a passing attempt at impersonating a responsible adult and said, "Ready?"
Virginia peered over her shoulder and eyed me head to toe. "Um...shoes?"
"Shoes are for city girls. I never wear shoes when I'm out here."
Virginia followed me out the door, constantly repeating "My wife" in a really bad Borat voice.
We drove to the Bay Street Theater and signed Virginia in for the dance competition. I delivered her music to the sound operator, then we found a little spot to stretch and warm-up. It wasn't too long before they called Virginia's group backstage to ready themselves for their solos.
"Remember to bend your knees in your calypso leaps," I advised. "No more than 45 degrees. This is jazz ballet, so keep it loose but still precise. Don't even think of them as coupé-jetés...calypso, calypso, calypso."
"Oh, but I love listening to you speak French..."
"And keep your head aligned in your pirouettes."
"Don't I?"
"Usually. But sometimes it comes forward a bit." I leaned in to speak softy in Virginia's ear. "You know how straight my spine was when you had your arm all the way up my ass this morning? Like that."
"I'll never think of anything else!"
I adjusted Virginia's red hooded cape as we heard applause for the previous performer.
"Go get 'em, tigress. Knock 'em dead."
Virginia picked up her basket of goodies and my Little Barefoot Red Riding Hood skipped blithely out onto the stage. Just as she was about to hit her mark, I tooted a loud wolf whistle from the wings, and Virginia turned to face the cat caller with a wrathful gasp. The opening strains of "Cherry Bomb" played and Virginia leapt, kicked, spun, flounced and snarled at the invisible offender, landing her steps virtually flawlessly throughout the number. She even threw in a couple of improvised moves like removing her hair bands and shooting them into the audience, letting her braids unravel, flying wild and free. By the end, having successfully defended both her virtue and her treats, she concluded with a jazz split by the basket, pulling out one of that morning's cinnamon rolls and taking a savage chomp.
The crowd adored Virginia, and honored her with an emphatic standing ovation. She took her bows and came running into my waiting arms, both of us squealing with exhilaration. With her advancement to round two all but assured, Virginia bounded off to the dressing rooms to change into more traditional dancewear.
Upon walking back out into the lobby, I spotted someone I knew; a halcyon, blonde earth mother standing out against the sea of high-strung dance moms and storefront ballet teachers.
"CHELSEA??"
Her sparkling blue eyes turned to me. "Giselle! I was hoping you might be here." We gave each other a friendly kiss on the mouth and the kind of embrace only two long lost friends can share.
"I barely knew about it. My student just sprang this on me a couple of weeks ago. This must be kind of a big deal for you to make the trip all the way up here."
Chelsea shrugged. "Anything for my girls!"
"You still have a mondo huge studio, right? How many kids did you bring??"
"Just two. They're pretty good, but nowhere near as fierce as your little firecracker. Yours must be the badass Little Red Riding Hood."
"Yep, she's mine...my-my...student."
"Adorable!"
"However did you guess?"
"I'd recognize your signature spunky feminism anywhere. How long have you been together?"
"It's...it's that obvious?"
"Sugarplum, I've met you. I have a daughter at home pining over her cherished Giselle, the siren with the softest lips and the smoothest tongue."
"How is she doing?"
"She misses you."
"If only she wasn't so young."
"You seem to have gotten over that hang-up."
"It's different when you've watched someone grow up...held them as an infant..."
"Oh, honey, I get it. It's okay. Every girl needs an unattainable crush to help them learn about the world." Virginia appeared at my side and Chelsea saw her first. "...here's your wild child! You were fabulous!"
"Thanks!" Virginia beamed and took my hand.
Then I said, "This is my friend, the choreo goddess I told you about..." Chelsea waved her humble hand, dismissively. "Chelsea from Virginia, this is Virginia...from Chelsea...sort of...not really...she goes to school in Chelsea...gah, that would have been so good! Why don't you live in Chelsea??"
"She's cute when she's flustered, isn't she?" Chelsea observed.
Virginia agreed, "She SO is."
"It's very nice to meet you, Virginia."
"Nice to meet you too! Wait...YOU have an eleven year-old daughter?? Did you have her when you were seven???"
"Oh, I like you! Hold on to this one, Giselle. I had my baby when I was eighteen..."
"Chelsea is cursed with eternal beauty and youth," I interjected.
"Oh, you flirt. You see, Virginia, I know all about being wild and carefree. Fortunately, my free spirit brought me my greatest joy. I'm guessing you know a thing or two about how that feels."
Virginia gripped my hand tighter, glancing up at me, and then looked back at Chelsea, nodding resolutely.
Chelsea continued, "I'd better go check on my dancers; couple of vicious divas, they'll eat each other alive if I leave them alone too long." She laid an affectionate palm on Virginia's cheek. "You, on the other hand, are a breath of fresh air. And you have the most devoted mentor a girl could ask for."
"I know...thank you."
"I'd wish you luck, but I doubt you'll need it." Chelsea winked at Virginia and blew a kiss to me before vanishing into the throng.
I heaved a wistful sigh. "The one that got away."
Virginia caressed my arm in sympathy. "Did you tell her about us?"
"No, she just knows."
"Wow...she's...really something."
"Told ya."
We went inside the theater to watch the remaining competitors, and as expected, Virginia was chosen to move on to the second round. Sadly, Chelsea's girls were not as successful, and we hugged out our goodbyes in the parking lot.
"You must come visit," Chelsea said to Virginia. "I simply have to choreograph you someday."
"I'd love that!"
She gave me another momentous hug; so much unspoken, yet much was deeply felt. Chelsea's eyes drank me in one more time, focusing especially on my perpetual barefootedness. "So nice to see some things never change."
The next phase of the competition involved the kids learning a new routine in a different style than their own to see how quickly they can adapt to and retain choreography. Virginia was put into the hip-hop group, and I watched intently as they were taught a piece set to "Bonkers" (one of my very favorite songs, as chance would have it), and did my damnedest to commit the steps to memory so I could help coach her through it later. Good thing I'm not just all about ballet and can work with virtually any style.
The dancers were then dismissed for the day in preparation for them to all come back the next morning to perform the routines they just learned. I drove Virginia to an ice cream parlor in East Hampton to celebrate her getting this far.
I sat across from Virginia, fixated on her arm that had been implanted within me mere hours earlier.
"Daydreaming of a return engagement, I see," Virginia enticed, with a twinkle in her eye.
Blushing, I bit my lip and nodded timidly. Changing the subject, I said, "You never struck me as a comp kid before, what made you decide to compete now?"
"I wanted to try something new...and have an excuse to spend more time together."
My cheeks became even rosier and I glanced away from Virginia to read my menu.
"You're so bashful today!" Virginia noted. "What's going on with you?"
I shrugged. "I dunno. It's just...someone I know saw us for the first time today...you know...as a couple. And...it's giving me all the feels..."
Virginia's excited, nervous heart almost burst right out of her chest when our curvy, blonde waitress came over to greet us.
"Hiya! My name is Annabelle...what can I get for you beauties today?"
I deferred to Virginia who shook her head, still overwhelmed by the menu. So I said, "May I please have a brownie sundae with one scoop of cappuccino and the other of caramel swirl? And I'd like both butterscotch and hot fudge sauces, extra whipped cream and cherries, no nuts, please."
Virginia's jaw hit the floor. "How do you eat like that and keep your figure?"
"I dance and have lots of sex."
Annabelle's face went flush as she giggled into her order pad, and Virginia hid behind her menu. "Will that be all?" asked Annabelle, trying to regain her composure.
I looked Annabelle straight in the eye and sized her up; she appeared to be about fifteen. "For now."
"Aaaaand for your even prettier sister?"
A bright vermilion Virginia peeked out and said, "I'll have the same."
"Great! Comin' right up!"
Our frisky server took Virginia's menu and I handed her mine. "Thanks, Annabelle."
She went to assemble our sundaes and Virginia said to me in an urgent, hushed tone, "Holy shit, that girl is so into us!"
"You, babe...she's into you."
"I'm so sure. Here I am sitting with Aphrodite and she's only into me. You're completely cuckoo, I am NOT prettier than you!"
"Yes, you are."
Virginia cast her eyes to the floor, on the verge of tears at being so exalted. "Giselle..."
"Oh, my goodness..."
"What?"
"You've never been flirted with in public before!"
"Of course not, I'm a child!"
"So is she."
"Doesn't matter, she paid way more attention to you. She clearly likes you better."
"Must be why she can't take her eyes off you."
"Seriously??"
I flashed my eyes in Annabelle's direction and Virginia turned to see her. Indeed, the fresh-faced teen was ogling Virginia with a blushing grin. Annabelle fluttered her fingers at her and Virginia tentatively waved back. Annabelle then started applying the whipped cream to our desserts.
"Lookin' good, Annabelle!" I called.
"Look who's talking!" she replied.
Virginia faced me again, with some of her disbelief worn away. "Well...I'm sure she'd let you watch."
"That's my girl."
Annabelle brought us our goodies and we wasted no time before digging in.
"It's so funny that she thinks we're sisters," Virginia said, mouth half-full of brownie and butterscotch.
"She doesn't. She's fishing for what our real relationship may be."
"Oh..." Virginia's cheeks turned the same shade as her cherries. "I guess you're right. You wouldn't look at me like that if you were my sister."
"Wouldn't I?"
"Giselle! That's twisted, even for you."
I simply stared at Virginia while my finger wandered through my whipped cream and delivered a dollop to my lips. I seductively licked it off and then slowly sucked my finger.
The evidently aroused pre-teen bounced in her seat even though she whispered to me harshly, "Giselle! You would not fuck your sister!"
"I wouldn't know, I don't have one. But I do know I couldn't not fuck you, so if you were my sister..." Under the table, I ran my naked foot up and down Virginia's bare leg.
Virginia gasped amorously. "Damn, that's hot! Creepy as fuck, but so freaking hot!"
"Come on...you know you'd still want me too..."
"Of course, I would. I have no choice."
"How's that?"
"You're my soulmate."
"Virginia..." I covered my heart with both hands and cried.
She looked slightly perplexed. "I thought you knew that."
"I hoped, but...you've never said so before. You're mine, too."
"I am??"
"I knew that first night we were together, there will be no more protégées after you. Not like this. You're the one I've been waiting for."
"Oh...Giselle..." Virginia smiled and started crying with me. "But...your honey..."
"She understands...even more than I do, actually! My heart has room enough for you both."
"I know it does." She was overjoyed and quite unsure of what to do with herself, so she tucked back in to her sundae and I did as well.
After a couple more bites, I said, "She wants to meet you, actually."
Virginia dropped her spoon. "Whoa..."
Annabelle instantly popped over to our table with a fresh spoon. "How is everything?"
"So much prettier now that you're here," I said, coquettishly.
"Well, I did seat you in the beauty queens section with good reason." Then Annabelle looked directly at Virginia. "See anything else you'd like?"
Virginia just returned her gaze and dissolved into giggles.
"I'll bring your check. No rush!" As Annabelle walked off again, I saw her mouth the words, "So cute!" to herself.
"She's so brazen!" Virginia marveled.
"You shouldn't rule out having a little liaison or two of your own sometime."
"Are you serious?? I couldn't...I'm yours."
"Of course, you are. But casual flings are fun as long as you're honest and upfront about having no strings attached. I'm coming to the end of my wild days, but you're just getting started. And look at how much joy you're giving lovely young Annabelle there."
We peeped on Annabelle who was behind the counter, gleefully tapping at her phone, doubtless texting her bestie about her new red-headed infatuation.
"You're a gift to sweet baby lesbians everywhere," I pressed on. "You should keep an open mind. Mustn't deny the world your true calling."
"I'm still finding myself with you," Virginia said, swiveling back around to me and her dessert. "These couple of days are all about you and me. But...she's so happy. I will definitely think about it for next time."
"You're just making an excuse for another weekend getaway."
"You bet, I am."
I giggled and Annabelle stopped by to drop off the check. "Whenever you're ready. Hope to see you again real soon."
"Count on it," assured Virginia.
Annabelle spun on her heel to address Virginia a final time. "Promise?"
Virginia nodded, and Annabelle squealed and skipped away.
We gobbled the remainder of our sundaes and I proceeded to leave some cash on the table.
"Whoa, that's a huge tip!" Virginia remarked.
"The poor dear's gonna need some extra batteries for her vibrator after meeting you, my little temptress!"
We waved so long to Annabelle and made our barefoot way down the street to where we parked. We drove home, and the second we came to a stop in front of the cottage, Virginia gave me the most desirous look I've ever seen.
"Uh-oh..." I said, and in one swift motion, Virginia unclasped her safety belt and pounced in my lap, kissing my face and neck all over.
"Oh, Giselle...I've never gone without kissing you for so long!" She pressed her fiery mouth to mine and pushed her tongue inside. We didn't come up for air for several minutes and in all of the day's excitement, I'd honestly forgotten how good it feels to hold this petite girl close, tasting her lips and feeling her breath, hearing the smacks and slurps of our mouths together, seeing her blurry, beguiled features upon opening my eyes just a little, smelling her skin and her vanilla-scented hair.
Virginia sweetly massaged my lips with hers for another minute or two before breaking away to look at me with prurient intent, and to trace my lips with her finger.
Breathlessly, I said, "I love you...so much...Virginia..." She made a move to strip off her t-shirt but I put a stop to it. "Not so fast. You didn't let me undress you yesterday."
"You like undressing me?"
"I love it. It's like unwrapping the best present I ever got."
Virginia giggled anxiously as I simultaneously nibbled her neck and slid my hand under her top. Tweaking her nipple and nipping and licking at her nape, I lulled my young lover into a sensual, soporific state. I placed my hand in the center of her chest and pushed her back against the steering wheel. Then I incrementally rolled up her shirt, bit by bit, pausing to lick every inch of revealed flesh until the top was all bunched up at her neck and underarms. Her taste was salty and fresh in the way that only comes from athletic activity. I paid special attention to her nipples, giving them wide, sweeping licks and nuzzling them with my nose.
With my mouth inextricably bound to Virginia's left breast, I yanked her upright again and lifted her shirt off over her head. Her hair cascaded all down to one side, covering her right shoulder and bare chest, and my tongue forged ahead to savor her smooth underarm. I pinched a lock of her hair between my fingers and tickled her budding bosom, causing one of her nipples to rise to the occasion. I seized her attentive teat with my teeth and munched moderately. Gripping her waist, I picked Virginia up and perched her on the steering wheel while kissing my way down to her silken tummy. I unbuttoned her jean shorts and played the same game of licking each bit of skin as it appeared. I wrested the cut-offs down past her hips, and Virginia wriggled one leg free, draping it over my shoulder, leaving the shorts to fall into my lap. She raised her foot to dangle over my other shoulder, and I reveled in the hot embrace of her thighs on either side of my face. I swept my fingertips all up and down her fully nude physique.
"Crikey, your body is spectacular! I just want to live between these heavenly legs!" And I proceeded to snog her gorgeous gams. Once I had thoroughly salivated over her savory thighs, I turned to study Virginia's patient pussy. I'd been trying to retain the image of her pre-pubescent perfection, knowing it will change as she develops over the next few years. Virginia regarded me with one of those expressions I'll remember till the end of time; she looked like a femme fatale from a film noir, her face half obscured by scarlet hair, her jade eyes peeking out as if to say "I want you/I dare you" in equal measure. She looked dangerous and I liked it.
I put my nose right on top of her vulva and profoundly breathed her in, clearing my mind of all distractions and sensations to solely appreciate her scent and texture. Some ruminative moments went by, culminating in a single smooch to her mons pubis.
Leaning back slightly, I ever so slowly began to peel Virginia's labia aside, memorizing each little fold and each shade of pink.
"So precious..." I said, almost subconsciously. Using both of my thumbs and fore fingers to pry open her vagina, I inched closer to examine her alluring aperture when I breached the limits of Virginia's ataraxia.
"Omigod, just get your fucking face in there already!" she commanded, impetuously forcing my head down onto her marvelous muff. I hit the mound running, desperately lapping at her as if she were an ice cream cone melting down my hand. I chose to employ more lips than tongue for the task, and Virginia's panting and yapping told me she didn't mind the change one bit. My lips enveloped one of her labium and I subtly gummed at her flavorful tissue for a full minute. This got Virginia to simmer down a little, giving me time to plot my next move. I took a diametric tactic to her other inner pussy lip, loudly sucking and testing her elasticity, until I felt her warm blood make her swell and expand in my mouth. I then invited both labia to the party, slurping them up like a bowl of noodles. My increasingly vehement elongating of her lips cooked up charming little whimpers from Virginia, evolving into all-out wailing as she reached her boiling point. Virginia's legs compressed my shoulders and her thighs squished my cheeks before blasting off into my mouth. She threw her palms up to the roof to brace herself while her jerking hips exquisitely smacked me in the face with her groin over and over as she came.
Virginia lay back against the steering wheel to enjoy the waning moments of her orgasm, and I finally released her labia from my lips. I looked down and spied her adorable little clitoris poking out, so I touched my nose to it and gave her the teensiest Eskimo kiss.
"...oh, fuck..." she gasped.
I giggled and gave her another, somewhat livelier one.
"Oh, fuck." Virginia's fingers entwined amongst my curls.
Then I rubbed my nose back and forth over her clit unceasingly.
"Oh...fuck! ...fuck, fuck, fuck, fuck, fuck, Fuck, Fuck, Fuck, Fuck, Fuck, FUCK, FUCK, FUCK, FUCK, FUCK! FUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUU..."
I raised my head to watch Virginia convulse with pleasure all on her own, gloried in the feel of her quaking thighs against me. It was so much fun to view her firm muscles rippling through her second climax in as many minutes.
"You are so beautiful!!" I said, running my fingers down her super-sensitized body. Virginia pulled me to her face by the hair and gobbled my tongue maniacally. I held her securely in one arm, opened the car door, and carried her inside the cottage, my comely lass and I sucking face all the way.
Setting Virginia down, I said, "Alright, missy...hit the showers." And I spanked her bottom, jump-starting her jaunty trip upstairs. Watching her go, I yearned to live in a parallel universe where I could see this cheerful child bouncing around my house everyday. Once the last glimpse of Virginia vanished from sight, I slipped out of my gown and draped it over the banister.
I retrieved our bags and discarded articles of clothing from the car and threw Virginia's dance outfits and yesterday's dresses into the wash. A post-shower Virginia found me mincing garlic and ginger to make a marinade for that night's dinner.
"Oh, goodness..." she said. "I'm still so full of ice cream."
"This won't be ready for a couple of hours."
Virginia snapped the waistband of my lacy purple panties. "Hey, what are these??"
"You don't like them?"
"I love them. You're just overdressed, is all."
"This is my thing. Your thing is being Naked Girl, and my thing is going entire days wearing only panties."
"You go whole days like this??"
"Sure."
"So, like...when I text you and such, you look exactly like this?"
"Not...exactly."
Virginia looked puzzled.
"My nipples get hard when you text me."
"Omigod! I'm gonna text you every hour!"
I tweaked her nipple, reaping a rascally squeak from Virginia. Then I added the ginger and garlic to a bowl containing a mixture of honey, soy and hot sauces. Picking up a whole duck from the counter, I began to submerge it in the marinade.
"IS THAT DUCK??" I truly hope my culinary prowess never ceases to blow Virginia's mind.
"Mm-hm."
"You spoil me."
"Always." I bent down to kiss my grateful girl and then went to wash my hands. After covering the bowl with plastic wrap, I asked, "What shall we do in the meantime?"
"Show me one of your favorite movies!" Virginia blurted.
"Yeah?"
Virginia nodded and I led her by the hand into the living room. I flipped through my DVD collection and selected Pump Up the Volume, one of my most treasured films. We settled in for a cuddle on the couch and watched the movie.
Following the film, I put the duck and some veggies in the oven to roast, and having had sufficient time to digest our sundaes, I dialed up "Bonkers" on Spotify and gave Virginia some pointers on the choreography until dinner was ready.
Right before carving and serving the duck, I reduced the marinade to a glaze for pouring over our sliced meat. Then I played a Priscilla Ahn CD and we sat down to a romantic, candlelit dinner. Afterwards, we kept the music going and retired to the living room to mellow out in front of the fireplace.
Virginia started giving me a most welcome restorative foot massage. Several minutes of rapt attention to my arches and toes later, she said, "I keep thinking about that girl in the movie."
"Nora? She's super-cute, huh?"
"Oh, she's gorgeous! But more than that...she's so open and fearless, and she doesn't take shit from anyone. You're like that. I wanna be like that."
"That's why I love that film. It's about calling out bullshit when you see it, and about respecting youth and listening to them."
"You know what I love the most about you...? You respect kids so much. You treat us like whole people. Like we matter."
"Oh, angel...of course, you do...grown-ups suck!"
Virginia laughed. "Amen! Present company excepted."
"Nah...I'm just a big kid."
"No..." Virginia suddenly became very sincere. "...you're a woman. All woman. The perfect woman."
I curved my fingers into a heart symbol, and Virginia kneaded up my calves.
"Shouldn't I be the one giving you a foot rub, Little Miss Dance Champion?"
"Uh-uh. I'm in my happy place." She held my feet close to her chest and snuggled with them as if they were her newborn children.
"You have a lot of happy places."
"You're my happy place." Virginia pet my soles dotingly, and gave small kisses to my toes. Then she doubled over to engulf my big toe with her mouth and proceeded to bob her head over and over. Shutting my eyes and tossing my head back, I wallowed in utter bliss for a few minutes, delighting in the slobbery saliva rolling down my foot. Without warning, her mouth retreated only to be replaced by something spongy and exceedingly warm bearing down on my lubricious digit. Upon opening my eyes, it was an absolute toss-up as to what made me wetter; the vision of my big toe vanishing into Virginia's asshole, or the diabolic way she was smiling at me, looking like a true hellcat complete with shadows of flame prancing across her bare skin. She began hopping on my toe like a bunny rabbit.
"Ohh, baby...you should have let me prepare your pretty pucker before popping me inside there."
Virginia shook her insistent head. "Anal queens need no foreplay. I wanna be your straight A student. Get it? Straight...A?"
"Yes, doll, I get it. Your being all about the A is well-documented, but I have bad news for you..."
Virginia raised a quizzical eyebrow.
"There ain't nothing straight about you, honey-bun."
She threw up her arms in victory. "Woo-hoo! I'm the lesbian anal queen of the world!"
"Only the world, huh? Not the universe?"
"A girl needs something to aspire to." Virginia kept on using my foot like a pogo stick, until it no longer suited her insatiable desires. "More! I need more!" she demanded, dismounting my toe and reinserting it into her mouth. "Fuck YES, I love tasting myself on you!"
Virginia lined up my big toes side-by-side and went down on both at once. Her lips, mouth and tongue felt so wonderful, and I gawked at my hot-blooded harlot, expectant of her inevitable next act.
In one hell-bent maneuver, Virginia bounded her tiny tush into place and stuffed both big toes into her ambitious anus. She caught herself on my shins, reeling from her self-imposed test of boundaries.
"Oh, Giselle..." she said, in a husky, hushed tone. "...Giselle...your toes are stretching me even wider than your fingers ever have."
"I've been deeper, though."
"Yeah, but..." She started rocking slowly on her perch. "...I'm more into width than depth."
"My little size queen."
With parted lips and gently closed eyelids, Virginia fucked herself into her own little world of new wonders. My happy toes were toasty and snug within Virginia's cozy butthole. Her bouncing bottom kicked up the friction a couple of notches when she said, "This is the best idea I've ever had..."
And then her eyes and mouth popped open, and her hips, thighs and buttocks vibrated around my shrouded toes. Virginia's pleading eyes pierced my soul as she came silently, her only sound being a darling, small squeak at the tail end of her orgasm.
I wiggled my toes a bit to keep my feet from cramping up, and Virginia reached down to hold my ankles.
"Stay right there," she ordered. "I need you to fuck me now." Virginia rolled back against a throw pillow, presenting me with my first proper view of my two tootsies penetrating her posterior.
"Look at that!" I marveled. "Just look at how far my feet can expand your sweet, tender hole." I spread my feet as far apart from each other as possible and then back again. Virginia exhibited no signs of distress, so I did it again, broadening the expanse just that much more the second time. She flashed an untroubled grin, inspiring me to carry on dilating her progressively, matched by her smile growing impossibly lengthier with each millimeter gained.
I re-positioned my captive toes from being side-by-side to being one atop the other. Her anal muscles gripped my toes and drew me in further. I swooned from the pressure, saying, "I've found my new favorite thing...this is the most splendid feeling!"
Virginia glanced from my feet to my face. "My asshole loves you!"
I cried out in exaltation and began pumping my toes inside my angel's anus. She bit her smiling lip and her eyes glimmered with all the joy of one whose fondest wish was coming true. I jiggled her so much, she clutched the couch cushions desperately as her wild hair flew everywhere.
Virginia took a return trip to seventh heaven when I changed my toe-fucking technique to pushing one toe in as far as I could while removing the other one almost, but not quite, entirely, then vise versa, back and forth, again and again. The way her mouth fell open on exhale every time my toe reached her inner limit was so cute, sexy and captivating, that I totally didn't notice when my second toe snuck into Virginia's asshole upon reentry with the other two. I froze upon realization of my carelessness and tried to get a beat on any awareness on Virginia's part. From her blissed-out expression, she was most likely oblivious.
"Whoopsie!"
"What happened?" Virginia could hardly speak above a whisper.
I pointed a trepidatious finger at the uninvited guest and she looked down between her legs.
"Well, will you look at that? Three toes up my ass...how wonderful..." She sounded so doped up I wondered if she was partially on another plane of existence like I was earlier that day. I made certain she was looking right at me when I poised my other second toe to join the rest. Virginia's eyes twinkled as she nodded her consent. She took in a deep, excited breath as her butthole inhaled my toe in unison.
Virginia's voice remained breathy and low: "Ohhhhhhhhh...fuck me. Fuck me, Giselle. Fuck my ass! You fuck my ass so good. Fuck my ass with those beautiful feet. I fucking love you, Giselle. I'm gonna squirt for you so hard. Just keep fucking my delicious young anus..." Virginia sighed and interlaced her fingers behind her head, and she lay back to shower me with a warm, sultry tribute to my assfucking skills. I stuck my tongue out as far as I could in a vain attempt to catch some of the sweet spray, but her spouting only reached my breasts. Come what may, it felt so comforting to end the day as it began; under a voluminous volley of vixen vapor.
Virginia raised her head and saw my pathetic gaping maw still engaged in the futile pursuit of just one droplet of her elusive quim.
"Aww! Baby didn't get her num-nums!" she lamented. "Here, baby...mama's got more where that came from..."
Virginia abruptly snatched my moistened panties between her toes and started pulling them off. Squirming from this sudden panty raid and the tickling tootsies, I slipped off the sofa and ended up (quite literally!) upside down with my ass in the air. Virginia was beside herself at both claiming her prize and the added bonus of rendering me prone to her next perverted plot. Looking pleased as punch, her foot served my love soaked undies to my willing mouth. I graciously drank Virginia's juices from my sponge-like skivvies while her face made itself at home between my butt cheeks. She dilatorily made hay with my anus and I savored the dual sensations of her tantalizing tongue in my tush and the titian tips of her hair grazing along my thighs. Virginia slithered her arm down my slick stomach to sop up some of her squirt, and I didn't need to be a fledgling oracle to know where this was going.
We inadvertently redefined the term "ass-to-mouth" when Virginia lifted her head, leaving a string of saliva connecting her lips to my butthole. She lined up her now-dripping limb with my primed opening. I bit down on my wadded-up panties while Virginia's fingers entered me unhindered. Once her hand was safely tucked away in my asshole, it seemed from the lack of any further force on her part that she only intended to burrow wrist-deep, but my hungry hole had other plans.
Virginia's concurrent look of powerlessness, discombobulation, and sheet rapture gifted me another entry into my memory bank of her indelible facial expressions, as my sphincter took it upon itself to draw more and more of her arm into me. I was tickled pink myself at finally getting to witness her freckled forearm fist-fucking my anal passage, when I had not been in a position to do so that morning.
The enslaved arm stopped just short of its elbow, and Virginia totally wigged out. "WHAT. Swallow me whole, why doncha, ya greedy bitch??"
I laughed through my soggy gag and said something entirely unintelligible.
"I beg your pardon?" Virginia asked with reciprocal laughter. "I didn't quite catch that for some reason."
I tried speaking again and Virginia just rolled her eyes and said, "You can take that out of your mouth, you know."
I simply shook my head, and with a sigh, Virginia sent her foot back in to pry my panties out. "You were saying...?"
"You oughta know by now, you gotta keep your extremities out of reach of the wildlife."
"Yeah...I'm just gonna go ahead and put these back now..." Virginia's toes restored the undergarment to my chuckling face. "There you go, all better. I'm going to get back to fucking you now, if it's all the same to you."
I nodded and she gradually extracted enough of her arm to give herself some (ahem) elbow room for thrusting back in, but she could only reenter at the same speed as her retreat.
"How. The fuck. Are you so goddanged tight again?? I plowed you six ways from Sunday just this morning!"
I spat out my panties and said, "I'm like Doctor Who, only my virginity regenerates after every orgasm."
"Ugh! There is no such character as 'Doctor Who!'"
"NERD! You failed the nerd test! Or...passed it...depending on how you look at it."
Virginia looked mildly fed up.
"I think I'll just suck on my pre-teen butthole-flavored toes for a spell." I reached up to fondle her bicep. "Look at your lovely, lithe limb living in my limber little asshole. So pretty."
She dangled both of her legs over my topsy-turvy thighs and squeezed my face between her soles. "How could anyone stay annoyed at that face??"
With a wink at my kinky queen, I traced a tempting tongue around my toes and was instantly smitten with the familiar flavor of my feet united with the fresher taste of Virginia's anal essence. "Oh, my love, you must try this..." I said, bringing my other foot close to her face.
"Babe, I taste my butthole every day, I know it from top to bottom..."
"Not from my anally adventurous, post-orgasmic feet, you don't." And I wedged three toes in her skeptical mouth. Straight away, her lips closed around my appetizing appendages and she found solace like an infant with a pacifier.
"Oh, Giselle..." she praised, rubbing her lips along my toe bottoms. "...we were made for each other." She engulfed my toes again while starting to pump her arm up and down in an adagio tempo. I returned my toes to my mouth and we both got high off of our shared taste sensation. One of Virginia's feet massaged my squirt-spattered breasts and the other hovered above my nose, rewarding my submissiveness with the sweet scent of her sole.
Having so many of my senses engaged so keenly, I shut my eyes to be more attentive to all the tastes, smells and feelings. Eventually, Virginia's other foot joined her twin in carousing with my boobs, and the unvarying pace of her buttfucking hinted at this not being the main event.
My inkling proved correct when her arm abandoned my asshole, leaving me to feel hollow and disjoined. My curiosity carried my spirit through, however, so I kept my eyes closed to preserve the surprise. I heard Virginia shifting around above me, and after a moment I felt something significantly larger than her hand bearing down on my anus. I found myself wishing I hadn't ditched my panties to chomp on, and my toes would be an unfortunate substitute, so I emptied my mouth and bravely tried to breathe through the preeminent pain. I managed to keep from crying out until my opening reached its zenith, and my eyelids burst open to confront my most colossal invader.
"SUFFERING SAPPHO! There are two ten year-old feet in my asshole!!!!!"
Virginia had arranged herself atop two throw pillows and put her soles together to perfectly position herself to penetrate my pulchritudinous posterior. She giggled at me in the way she does when she thinks I'm crazy. "Suffering...Sappho?"
"It's Wonder Woman's old catch phrase. No good?"
"It's...perfect. I just never realized she was ever that gay."
"SO gay."
Virginia's feet forged ahead with my first double anal and I began to weep.
"Too much?" she asked. "I can take one out."
"Don't you dare...this is the most wondrous vision I have ever seen. You're a miracle."
Virginia's eyes sparkled and she stepped up her foot fucking, making me nibble my lip and nod at her with reassuring, supplicating eyes. I brushed the backs of my fingers over Virginia's heels, the only visible part of her feet, and trekked along her calves and up her thighs, back down and around again. All the while, I was saying, "O, my beauteous queen...the most dynamic and shapely legs and feet in all creation are fucking my ass so divinely. Your felicitous feet are pure magic. Never has anything belonged inside me more than your mystical feet. I want you to come with me, my queen. Please come with me?"
Virginia scantly let a split-second pass before three of her fingers charged into her butthole and started slamming her without mercy. This primal act hastened her incursion on my asshole as well, and the spectacle of seeing Virginia thrashing both of our tushies catapulted me to my next level of sexual goddesshood...
A single spurt of babe brew launched out of my pussy and made first contact with Virginia's hospitable face.
"Yes!" she lauded. "Now I'm the lesbian anal queen of the solar system!" And indeed she was, for my skimpy stream of squirt was still sufficient to spark the storm of the century in her, as she provided me with profuse pussy precipitation. My body was fully consecrated afresh and my uncontrollably spasming anus expelled Virginia's feet, giving her naughty nectar carte blanche to inundate my immense gape. Upon being filled to overflowing, I felt incandescent inside and out.
Subsequently, my own personal fountain of youth lost her balance and rode down me like a human Slip 'n Slide. I caught her just before she would have collided with my head. In all the commotion, one of Virginia's fingers sprang free of her asshole, and I chivalrously filled the void by parking my tongue in between the two fingers that remained.
"Whoooooooooooooa, Nellieeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeee!!!!!!!!!!!!" she called out. She had never stopped spraying from her self-induced anal orgasm, so the introduction of my tongue only served to throw more fuel on the fire. Quite literally, as she was spritzing directly into the hearth. Good thing her lady lava isn't flammable or we would be goners.
Then somehow, by either prodigy or power of will, Virginia did her best impression of a lawn sprinkler by reversing the stream and drenching herself, before petering out entirely.
We locked eyes while recovering our collective breath. An incessantly jazzed Virginia finally said, "You squirted!"
"Yeah, I did! But you, Miss One-Woman Fire Department, are freaking epic! I'm shocked that you didn't extinguish the flames altogether."
"Forget about me. You. Squirted."
A gleam of awakening creeped across my face and I squeed as no one has ever squeed before.
"I'm so proud of you." Virginia's voice broke as either a tear or a bead of love juice, difficult to tell which, swam down her cheek.
"I'm proud of you! I couldn't have come this far without your anal artistry."
"Oh, you'll come far, just you wait!"
"I'll never be in your league, my little long-distance champ," I giggled. "You got any more for me?"
"Probably." Virginia restored two digits in her astonishing ass lickety-split and performed more scrupulous fingering than the promiscuous poking she treated herself to a minute ago.
"Goddess deliver me, how I love watching you fuck yourself!" I rhapsodized. Within seconds, Virginia hit upon her sweet spot, sending a three-foot vertical jet into the air, arcing with eerie precision straight into my thirsty throat. I swilled, swigged and swallowed every delectable drop, and my darling doll deflated just a tad as she drained her deliciousness into me.
Virginia gave me a deeply contented smile and said, "This is our song," before snuggling her head against my thigh for a little catnap. I regained awareness of the Priscilla Ahn album that had been the soundtrack of that evening's lovemaking. "I Am Not Alone," the song Virginia designated as ours, serenaded my soul and lifted my heart to unexplored heights. I sang along to my slumbering sweetie, my voice cracking from the tears and pangs of wishing this weekend would last forever.
(to be continued...)
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