I'm lounging nude in Giselle's window seat in the wee hours of the morning, my mind and heart buzzing with the freshly-forming memories of the night before.
I'd woken up even earlier to jot down as much as I could about my magical evening with Giselle and Autumn at the ballet and all that followed, but I drifted off partway through. Next thing I knew, Autumn was standing before me in all her naked glory, looking at me as one would a luscious delicacy in a bakery window.
She spoke not a word and simply leaned over to slurp on my absurdly stiff nipples, which must have become so from both my erotic journaling and the sudden sight of my girl-hungry teenage goddess. Following some intense suckling, Autumn switched nipples and started swishing her tongue back and forth and up and down. Her broad-tongued licks caused my nipple to mellow out and revert to its flat, supple state, and I placed my hand behind my head under the spell of this soothing sensation. This granted Autumn access to her newly-discovered favorite tangy treat (more about how that came to pass later) as her tongue wandered over to my soft underarm. The torturous tickling became too much to take so I tried to rescind my kinky offering but Autumn held my arm up firmly, determined to make love to my savory armpit. Truth be told, I love being teased and dominated by naughty Autumn and hoped this was only just the beginning of us pushing each other's boundaries.
After a couple more minutes of giggly, arousing agony, the underside of Autumn's tongue drew down my chest and tummy, traced along my right thigh and calf, and ultimately played a role in the wanton, open-mouthed binging on my heel, arch, and toes. Autumn's edacious eyes fixed on mine and I grew increasingly smitten by the vision of her getting progressively hypnotized by the fabulous flavor.
Upon having her fill of foot, Autumn tracked a trail of saliva all the way up my leg to plant a soppy smooch on my labia. Using no tongue whatsoever, her plump pucker made out with my pussy with all the passion of the first horny teenagers who invented kissing. With such fantastic foreplay, it didn't take much to get me off, and Autumn's eyes smiled as I oozed orgasmically into her thirsty mouth.
Autumn stood proudly and said, "Eleven!", referring to the number of climaxes she gifted me in honor of the years I've been alive. I sat up to kiss her in gratitude and then she led me by the hand back to bed. I nestled into Giselle's warm embrace while Autumn spooned me, and I felt cozier than I ever have in my whole life.
I dozed a little, and upon opening my eyes again, I spied Giselle sitting in the window seat, reading what I had just written in our diary. After more snoozing, my next conscious awareness was of Giselle scribbling spiritedly to catch us up from where I left off. Feeling Autumn's calming heat from behind lulled me back to sleep until I woke again with the urge to sketch my lovers.
That's where I find myself now, scrawling on one page while rendering Autumn's straight back and rounded hips and buttocks on the other. I start penciling in Giselle's long legs intertwined with Autumn's, when Giselle stirs a bit, giving me a clear view of her contented face. I am always gobsmacked by her serene beauty no matter how many times I look upon her. She and Autumn appear to be so complete together and yet I am somehow the key to unlocking latent desires in both of them? I am so lucky to have a woman like Giselle so genuinely in love with me, and now that Autumn is charmed by me as well, my fantasies are becoming more and more indistinguishable from my real life.
As I return to sketching Autumn's soles, my sight line draws my attention to my own beautiful bare feet. On another part of the page, I create an etching of my foot, and then from memory I draw Autumn's mesmerized face having a taste.
My gaze travels up my nakedness and, for the first time I can truly remember, I really like what I see. With other girls my age already developing womanly figures, I used to be embarrassed by my flat chest and lack of curves. But with Giselle, and now Autumn, appreciating me for all that I am, I'm starting to view the prettiness of my physique through their eyes. Perhaps I'll attempt a full nude self-portrait someday, but for now I call upon my fresh cache of explicit echoes to draft a representation of Autumn canoodling my smooth coochie.
This steamy embellishing tingles my nipples and moistens my muff, so I lay down the journal cum sketchbook and fiddle and flicker my way to orgasm number twelve.
The aroma of freshly-brewed coffee revives my senses once again. My awakening vision focuses on the piping hot mug Giselle just set next to me and I look up to see my smiling siren in her sexy purple satin robe.
"Good morning, angel," she says, her voice dripping with sensuality.
Indeed, it is light out and I must have spent the rest of the night sleeping in the window seat.
I stretch my arms high above my head and say, "Mmm...the best morning."
Giselle's eyes twinkle and she starts for her chair, but I catch her fleeing hand.
"Sit with me?"
"Of course!" Giselle says kittenishly over her shoulder, now bare from her robe being tied too loosely.
She sips her coffee while I move mine to let Giselle climb in behind me. Her silky legs surround me and I lean back against her plush bosom. We sigh as one as I am enveloped by her gentle embrace. We bask in our cushy cuddle for a while until it occurs to me to ask, "Where's Autumn?"
"She had to go to work."
"Oh."
"She had so much fun with you. You have such a talent for bringing out the best in people."
"You mean she's not naturally amazing?"
Giselle laughs. "She is. But you inspire everyone to be as amazing as you."
"I guess that's why you're so amazing, huh?"
Giselle squeezes me tight. "Now you're cookin'."
I drink some coffee while Giselle picks up the diary. "May I see your newest masterpieces?" she asks.
"Um...sure..."
Giselle opens the book to see the depictions of her girlfriend pleasuring my twat and toes.
"Oh, my! You should have warned me these are not safe for work!"
"You're not at work."
"I'm still your dance teacher."
"Oh, yeah..." I blush.
"Look at our Autumn! She's so dreamy...and you're such an incredible artist!"
"Thanks, babe," I say, stroking her thigh and kissing her knee.
"I really loved reading what you wrote about us. You have a real way with words."
"Nah, I'm just okay. I'm sure your writing is much more sophisticated."
"You haven't read any of it?"
"I read...a little? In the beginning? It was so intense, it made me nervous. It didn't feel right to be inside your mind like that."
"We...pretty much crossed that bridge last night."
I snuggle into Giselle further. "Yeah...that's different."
"Will you at least read my continuation from yesterday? I've left the rest of the story for you to tell."
"Oh, you did? I'd assumed you'd finished it."
"Nope! I just added a little piece."
I open to the page where Giselle resumed writing and after reading a couple of lines, I slam the book shut, mortified.
"Oh, GOD! I'm too loud..."
"Aww!" Giselle kisses my cheek. "I love your passionate outbursts! They're one of my favorite things about you."
"Okay," I grumble, reopening the diary. I read every word and then take a couple of minutes to let it all sink in.
"Wow...you use really big words."
"That's it?" Giselle laughs. "That's your take-away?"
"Your storytelling is so florid and dramatic. It's very you."
"Guilty!"
"Don't get me wrong...I love that you're a little bit extra."
"You're too kind. I am A LOT extra."
I hug Giselle's thigh to me. "Your feelings come out so fiercely. You're not afraid to be vulnerable. I wish I could be as free as you."
"You can be." Giselle rubs my rosy belly and it rumbles. "Breakfast?"
"May I please have another slice of cake?"
"For breakfast?"
"Please? It's so delicious. It's like you made it out of pure, concentrated love."
"Now who's being extra, my decadent darling?" Giselle goes downstairs to fetch our food while I consider how to carry on with our story...
Wrapped in a humid huddle between two goddesses, our tight-knit trio marinating in the juices of my own making, I feel like I've returned to the womb awaiting rebirth. I drink in the melange of sweet smells arising from each of our bodies olive-skinned Autumn's strawberry scent, the bouquet of lilacs from Giselle's alabaster skin, and the cinnamon-accented vanilla fragrance from my freckled frame all these pleasant odors filling my senses made me suddenly very hungry.
"Cake?" I ask, tentatively, not really wanting to be released from the comfort of our clinch, but also in need of satisfying my sweet tooth.
"What's that, my love?" Giselle inquires, understandably not hearing me.
"Can we have cake now?"
"Absolutely, angel! I'll go get everything we need..."
Giselle departs and Autumn makes up for her absence by hugging me closer and caressing my back. Autumn lifts her head to stare into me with those unflappable, dark eyes in the same nonchalant manner as she did when we first met. I practice reciprocating in kind until Giselle returns with plates, forks, and three glasses of ice cold milk.
"Ooo, staring contest! Who's winning?"
"We all are," Autumn replies.
I break into a toothy grin and Autumn repays me with a glorious grin of her own. Giselle hands me a cake server and I cut three generous helpings. I take one bite and...
"GISELLE! You're RUINING me! HOW will I EVER...EAT anyone else's...cake EVER AGAIN?? I mean...WHAT is this FILLING..." I take a huge glob of filling with my finger and pop it in my mouth. "...COFFEE?"
"Espresso mousse."
"ESPRESSO...MOUSSE!" I have another mouthful and my eyes roll back in my head as I chew and swallow. I flop down flat on my back and start to shudder. "You...literally...baked...an orgasm...into...a cake."
I grab Autumn's hand and look into her bewildered face. "How lucky are we?" I whisper while exhausting my spasms.
"Did you just come?? Giselle, shame on you! Your baking gives little girls orgasms!"
"What else is new?" Giselle shrugs. "The real issue at hand is...does that count towards your goal?"
"She was looking at me when she came, so I claim it." Autumn throws her hands up in victory. "Four more to go! Four more to go!"
As Autumn raves on, Giselle gazes upon me with all the love in the world. "Look at you! You know, I used to think that ten was my favorite age for you, but I'm really feeling this whole eleven thing. This is so going to be your year."
"Somehow I get the feeling you're going to say something like that to me every birthday, you incorrigible flirt."
Giselle tosses Autumn an expression of panic. "She's on to me!"
I scramble over to lie in Giselle's lap and hug her around the waist. "I love how present you are with me. You always honor who I am in the moment."
Giselle pets my long, red hair and then I roll over to see the majesty of Autumn's backside as she gets up on her knees to reach over to the night stand for a sip of milk.
"Now there's a mouthwatering morsel I haven't tried yet!" Autumn's return to her seat is met with the wetness of my tongue in her butthole.
"Virginia!" Autumn giggles. She makes herself comfortable and allows me to snack on her anus for about ten minutes while she finishes her dessert.
"I've seen some visions of debauchery in my life," Giselle begins. "But..."
"Don't..." warns Autumn.
"...this..."
"Don't you dare!"
"...takes the cake."
"Damnit!"
I snicker into Autumn's asshole.
"If only you could see yourself," Giselle continues. "Your carnal cravings are being served by the most angelic child eating your ass while you feed your epicurean desires on the finest of cakes. You look like a shimmering mermaid! Your cheeks are glowing beacons signaling to ancient mariners, 'Here be lesbians!'"
"You wanna shut up and get in on this action?"
"I'm good. I'll happily play the voyeur."
Autumn polishes off her last bite and grinds into my face with more intention.
"Ohhhh, Virginia. Your tongue is soooooooo soft." After a couple more minutes, Autumn finally says, "Okay, that's it, you saucy little urchin. You're gonna get it!"
Autumn hops over to my pelvis and starts riding me, cunt-to-cunt. With her legs now splayed even wider in reverse cowgirl, I poke three fingers into her ready rectum.
"Ohhhhhhhhh, YES! That's my jam!"
I fingerblast her butthole while our clitorises dance together.
I muster the confidence to ask, "Would you like my whole hand in there?"
"Yes, but..." Autumn pauses. "I want Giselle to be my first."
"Really??" It's hard for me to see Giselle's face, but I can tell she's all lit up and I hear her start to cry.
"Not tonight...but soon." Autumn moves in nose-to-nose with Giselle. "I want you to stretch me to my outer limit. I want you to wreck me drive me irretrievably crazy. I want to lose myself in you completely..."
"Oh, Aki!" Giselle kisses her with unbridled lust and I delve deeper into Autumn's fiery fuckhole.
Autumn comes first. A few seconds later, she prompts my proto-climax with her persistent pressure on my pussy and her sphincter's contractions around my imprisoned fingers. I feel my floodgates about to open so I manage to gauge Autumn's dilation to free my fingers in time to mash my vagina against her and let the rapids run throughout her gape.
"Giselle..." a breathless Autumn whispers. "Don't look now, but I believe there's an underage trollop coming inside my asshole!"
"You don't say?"
I fill her to the brim, bringing about Autumn's second coming, my excess squirt cascading down like a waterfall. Autumn lies her head down on the bed to keep her tush aloft, trying to retain as much of my liquid as she can. I sit up to nuzzle against her elevated ass while Giselle lovingly smooths Autumn's brow with her thumb.
She takes a moment to breathe and soak in my succulence before Autumn asks me, "Have you done that with Giselle?"
"Many times."
"Giselle told me you're phenomenal, but..." Autumn becomes overwhelmed with emotion. "...I had no idea! I feel..." She starts tittering uncontrollably. "...I feel like a schoolgirl who's been deflowered by an even younger schoolgirl!"
"That's...pretty much what you are, honey-bun," Giselle remarks.
"I know! Isn't it great?"
Autumn keeps on moaning and chuckling to herself while Giselle has her own mini-freakout:
"OMG!" she half-whispers to me. "She's never let anyone wrap her around their little finger before! I just can't even with you two, it's so frickin' adorable!!"
I hold Giselle's lithe hand. "Well, I simply cannot wait to see this elegant appendage probing the depths of your honey's dainty virgin butthole!"
Autumn squeals with delight and Giselle pulls me over to entwine herself around me very similar to how she is holding me as I write this. Autumn flips over to lie in my lap and lifts my fork to offer me a neglected bite of cake.
"Oh...thank you, Autumn. That's not necessary "
She shoves the tidbit in my mouth anyway. "You are our precious princess and shall be treated as such."
Autumn feeds me the remainder of my slice, making me feel pampered and foolish all at once. As I indulge in my final taste, I study the rails that connect the posts around Giselle's four-poster bed.
I murmur in Autumn's ear, "Do you think those rails would support us?"
"Probably. What do you have in mind?"
"What are you vixens plotting?"
"Hush up and go by that post and turn yourself upside-down!" I command.
"Yes, my liege." Giselle does as she's told.
I stand and jump to grab the bar right above Giselle's upturned ass and I hang there for a second. There's enough of my squirt around the bed and our bodies to get my feet nice and slippery.
"I like where this is going!" says Autumn with eager eyes.
"The view's better from up here," I beckon.
Autumn climbs up and dangles from the rail perpendicular to mine. She smiles down upon Giselle's unguarded exposure as she casually waits for the occupation. Autumn quickly realizes that she's tall enough to hang by her fully extended right arm while standing tippy-toe on the mattress. I'm distracted by how even more superlative her already marvelous body looks all lean and muscular and lengthened like this.
Autumn nibbles expectantly on her fingertip and casts her eyes down to Giselle's insouciant asshole. (See? I can use big words too, Giselle!!)
I position my feet sole-to-sole and aim my toes towards the obedient orifice. None of us dare utter a sound in veneration of this sacred occasion. I press my piggies into Giselle's keister two-by-two until all ten are snugly tucked inside. Giselle remains atypically unbothered but also grows mildly amused when she glances over at Autumn. I look over at her and Autumn has her palm plastered to her cheek, her wide eyes aghast at Giselle's insatiable anus devouring my tootsies.
I make eye contact with Autumn to ensure she's okay before my rectal voyagers venture further. Autumn nods and I relax my body, allowing gravity to take over. Giselle must have really limbered up from all our cosmic energy for my paws plumb deeper than ever as Autumn's jaw falls in sync with my sinking feet. I bathe in Giselle's warmth while Autumn's reactions run the gamut: a celebratory fist pump gesture followed by a chef's kiss, then she hyperventilates a little and fans herself with her hand, prior to howling with laughter, and ultimately breaking down into euphoric weeping. With the hugest smile on her face, Autumn wipes her eyes and catches Giselle's loving gaze. She blows Autumn a kiss and then starts vaguely casting her eyes to the left and cocking her head in the same direction.
Autumn squints and shakes her head, having no clue what Giselle is after. Then Giselle points at Autumn's foot and then at her own open, covetous mouth. Autumn finally obliges Giselle's hunger and dunks all five toes down her grateful gullet.
Even from her passive position, Giselle succeeds in servicing her welcome visitors with her opulent openings. I perform pull-ups to pump my peds up and down, transforming Autumn's foot into more of a pacifier for Giselle than the seductive snack it was a moment ago. Giselle sweetly sucks her way into a delightful daze, and from both the friction and already ample heat emanating from her ass, it feels as if Giselle is wrapping me in the fleeciest, coziest blanket imaginable. Right before my eyelids fall into their own delirium, I get a glimpse of Autumn licking her chops at the sight of my provocative prepubescence.
After a minute or two, my arms grow tired so I resort to just hanging and instead use my quads to carry on pounding my tempting tutor. My legs are way tougher than my upper body strength so I feel like I could fuck her like this until Queendom come.
I know that Autumn is going to attack me any second now, but even the filthiest part of my mind couldn't guess the precise target. Suddenly, my underarm is slathered with saliva somehow she zeroed in on the only ticklish part of my entire body! It takes all my might to keep myself from crying out. The sound of my feet squishing away in Giselle's sphincter becomes increasingly deafening the more I try to stay silent. I suffer through about another minute of Autumn's tormenting tongue until my body is forced to find an alternate form of release: I break into a sweat and shower my Sapphic spatter every which way until my honeypot finds its mark. I listen to the pitter-patter of my girl globules splashing onto Autumn's foot and Giselle's face.
The silence is broken by my shrieking when Autumn goes into overdrive and tongues another haphazard torrent out of my pussy. My renewed full-body quivering pummels Giselle's butthole, provoking her to quake with me in concert.
I open my eyes to look upon Autumn's incandescent face going to town on my sweaty skin.
"You're, uh, all about the armpit now, huh?"
"It's so cute!" Autumn says in a baby voice. "Every widdle bit of you is so nummy...here, have a taste..."
"Nope...no need..." I say, pointlessly shrinking away before Autumn lands a salty kiss on my lips. I'm grossed out at first, but in no time at all, I find myself falling in love with another one of my many flavors.
"Goddamnit!" I exclaim. "Why am I such a tasty treat??"
"Hey, if I were a one-woman candy factory, I'd never stop tasting myself!" Autumn teases.
She ambushes my cheek with a mushy smooch and then leers into my sheepish eyes disarmingly. I lean in to give Autumn a leisurely, lyrical kiss.
After an eternity, I whisper into Autumn's ear: "Our goddess deserves much more than double anal."
Autumn murmurs back, "There couldn't possibly be more room, could there?"
"Well, no, but..."
Giselle reaches up to rub our calves. "My girls are already thick as thieves...my heart is bursting!"
"You haven't even begun to know the extent of our thickness!" I respond.
Autumn lights up and nibbles her lip, wondering what my dirty little mind is scheming. As subtly as I can, I point to her sopping wet foot and then at Giselle's creamy cunt. Autumn bounces like a kid about to ride her first rollercoaster. She lifts her leg and asks Giselle, "May I?"
"By all means."
Autumn raises her knee higher and aims her pointed toes at Giselle's vagina. She slides her slippery foot inside without resistance.
"At last..." Giselle sighs, flopping her arms flat on the bed above her head.
"Wait...you haven't double penetrated her before?" Autumn inquires of me.
"Uh-uh. Only in the butthole," I answer. "We tried getting one foot in the vag and the other up her ass, but the angle was bad."
"I'm so glad we waited for Autumn," Giselle says, tenderly. "This is heaven."
Our feet work out a sequence of alternating thrusts that hurls Giselle even higher than heaven.
Several heartbeats of bacchanalian banging later, Autumn remarks in a dreamy whisper, "Look how happy she is! You're amazing..."
"We're amazing."
Our eyes share another spiritual link while our trotters continue making their carnal connections down below for a spell.
In due course, our breathless bedmate proposes, "Hey, here's an idea..." Giselle splays her legs into a split and I feel her sloot widening twice as broad.
"Now, there's an open invitation if ever I've seen one!" I marvel.
"Is that for me?" Autumn asks, wishfully.
"All yours, kitten."
Autumn slithers out of Giselle's snatch and she inhales a deep breath of courage.
"Geronimo!" she shouts and dives right in between my two tiny feet. Giselle tightly constricts around us and all three of us are shaken to the core.
"Hoochie mama, that's good!" Giselle bellows. "Sock it to me!"
"She must be transcending time again," Autumn mutters to me before loudly channeling Austin Powers. "Are the swinging sixties groovy, baby?"
"Presumably, but I'm staying fully in my body for this magic, thank you very much."
"Yeah, she's just naturally this weird while being fucked within an inch of her life," I say.
Giselle lets loose a throaty groan. "Do you even have an inch of wiggle room to fuck me? I'm chock-full to bursting!"
"Wiggle room, you say?" A devilish smirk creeps across my face and Autumn's arched eyebrow broadcasts her impetus to proceed with the same perverted plan I'm plotting.
We both wiggle our toes like mad and Giselle's vocal pitch raises high enough to shatter glass:
"YAAAAAAAAASSSSSSSSS! My queens are tickling my insides with fifteen tootsies!!! I'm living my best life!!!!!"
Our helter-skelter wriggling causes Autumn to glide down my slippery soles, plunging boldly where no foot has gone before.
Giselle doesn't scream, as one might expect. Instead, she smiles ear to ear and exhales breezily.
Her back straightens into a proper shoulder stand.
Time stands still as Giselle makes it rain.
Her precipitating punani bathes the three of us head to toe skin, hair, everything completely soaked by her maiden eruption.
I luxuriate in my first sacred spritzing not of my own making and Autumn blurts out, "Anata wa ima mo sukuitadesu ka?"
Giselle breathes through her epic overstuffedness and responds, "I've had a couple of pathetic spurts before but this feels like my rebirth!"
"Aw, I love your sweet little squirts. Remember how proud we were?" I reminisce.
"You'll always be the gush goddess."
"We'll see, my beloved hot spring. Every time we shove something in your ass you spout more and more ambrosia everywhere."
"That's all due to your anal panache. When in the presence of the mighty Young Faithful, one cannot help but follow in her footsteps, so to speak."
Autumn chortles, "Young Faithful..."
"For real...every little thing that goes anywhere near this fetching, pixieish tushy sets off the sprinklers full tilt."
"That's absurd..." I protest, as Autumn barely brushes her hand over my buttocks, fomenting a flare of fluid from my flume. "Yes, well..."
Giselle giggles at me from beneath the extra layer of liquid I just added to her shining face.
"Eep!" I squeak when Autumn's feathery fingers take another pass at my cheeks. Giselle's forehead sportively receives my syrupy sacrifice.
"Ah!" More girlie juice lands on Giselle's radiant right cheekbone.
"Golly!" Another jet splashes off Giselle's exquisite nose and my surges keep striking various targets on her face as Autumn switches me on and off like a light switch.
Ultimately, two of Autumn's gooey fingers worm their way up my asshole, triggering a flash-flood. I douse my darling lady-love while my feet eject from her fissure, abandoning Autumn to get clamped around the ankle.
Autumn's pleasurable expression discloses she does not mind being shackled in this fashion one bit. Soon it dawns on her that her movement is less hampered than she believed, so she drills for oil quick as a wink. In half a jiffy, Giselle's fountain flows again and Autumn pulls out all the stops, fucking our asses until there's not a drop left between us.
"Anal orgasms are the best," I swoon.
"Lookit me!" cheers Autumn. "I just made two sexy ladies come buckets of squirt in synchronicity, and girl, are my arms tired!"
"That joke doesn't scan, babe..." Giselle mentions.
"It doesn't have to! I'm a sex goddess!!"
Giselle blows her a kiss and I begin to wilt.
"I can't believe I squirted so much!" I say.
"Poor baby," Autumn sympathizes. She retires from Giselle's butthole and then reaches out to help take me down. I wrap my sticky self around Autumn as Giselle tucks into a ball and rolls onto her back. We flump into Giselle's waiting arms and I'm instantly intoxicated by the aroma of sweat, skin, and squirt rising from each of our bodies. Autumn and I disturb Giselle's recuperative butterfly pose with a messy tangle of legs and feet. We rub-down Giselle's flesh with our fiery feet which remain superheated from exploring her anal furnace.
"Mmm...this sure beats a hot stone massage!" Giselle comments.
Autumn goes sole-to-sole with Giselle and pines, "Can't wait to feel this graceful hoof inside me someday..."
"Me too!" I agree.
"You're itsy-bitsy!" Autumn cautions. "She'll tear you to shreds!"
"I wanna get torn apart! Besides, I'm tough, I can take it."
"I'll bet you can," Autumn smiles.
I settle into Giselle's sultry shoulder and the boundary between my physical form and those of my two lovers starts slipping away. I begin to sense every other woman I'll ever make love with as I'm suddenly overcome with the comforting feeling that we've all reverted to one primordial puddle from which all lesbian sexual energy was born.
I must have been dreaming for my eyes dart open at the sound of Autumn's voice: "Ugh! Typical 11-year-old girl...falls dead asleep after getting off ten times and thoroughly satisfying two other girls. So selfish!"
I chuckle before asking Autumn, "Did you come enough?"
"Oh, please. You're the birthday babe! Having half as many orgasms is quite the generous party favor, especially with my first fisting contributing to two of them."
"Was that your favorite part?"
"Hmm...my favorite part was sitting on the cutest little red-headed freckle-face. Next time I'm gonna stay there and come in your mouth!"
"Oh, my! What about you Giselle?"
"My favorite thing tonight? Watching Autumn eating your ass and tasting you on her. And you?"
I grow silent for a few seconds. "When you permeated us with your soul and we became one."
Giselle kisses my forehead as Autumn weaves her fingers into mine. We breathe together for several moments.
"How about you lassies go get washed up while I grab some fresh sheets..." Giselle suggests. "...and a mop."
I burrow my face further into Giselle's buxom flesh. "I never wish to move from this spot..."
I cease writing and heave a wistful sigh as my mood in the story catches up with my present emotions.
"Why so melancholy, my love?" Giselle asks, snuggling me close.
I lean my forlorn cheek against Giselle's silken sleeve and whine, "Our first date is almost over."
"It doesn't have to be. Wanna spend the day together?"
"Always. But don't you have real life stuff to do?"
"Hey..." Giselle twists her torso and turns my head by the chin to look me in the eye. "...you're my real life."
I smile, meekly, and Giselle presses her lips to mine. We kiss gingerly for a solid minute before I pull back to say, "I love you so much."
"I love you, too, angel." Giselle reads over my shoulder while I carry on writing. "Ooo! Buxom, eh? My B-cups thank you for the upgrade!"
"It also means cuddly," I blush.
"Well...I am pretty cuddly. You're too smart for me."
"And...you know...your boobs are rather spectacular. Bigger than mine will ever be."
"You don't know that!"
"Yeah...I do..."
Giselle's eyes narrow with an inkling that something's up with me.
"Well...I'm certain you'll get to play with way bigger boobs than mine someday."
"Assuredly. Yours will grow larger too."
"Virginia..." Giselle looks me square in the face again. "...are you...seeing things?"
"Yep...sensing things is more like it. I can't tell if it was a dream or actual visions, but..." I slide my palm under her robe until we're skin to skin just over Giselle's heart. "Oh, Giselle, there are so many girls! There are oodles of beautiful naked children in our future!"
Giselle peppers my face with giddy tears and sings out, "I have no idea how this became my life but I'm so happy!!"
She sets her forehead atop mine and we weep together for a while. An unexpected wave of tranquility washes over me when I realize Giselle left a little piece of her spirit inside me when we three were melded last night. Or perhaps it was always there. I no longer have to fret over leaving her arms for we are forever united.
(to be continued...)
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