Virginia, Giselle and Autumn's Pas de Trois: Unfinished Pleasure, Prologue (Chapter 12)


Giselle and I are snuggling naked under a blanket in the living room of her Greenwich Village townhouse, catching up on the latest season of The Handmaid's Tale, when Giselle's phone starts blowing up.

After continually ignoring her text alerts, I ask, "You gonna get that?"

Giselle squeezes me dearly. "Noooooo...we're having 'us' time."

"You can pause it. It's okay."

"No one interrupts June kicking misogynist fascist ass!"

"I think they're more like fundamentalist theocrats."

Giselle clicks the remote. "Stop being smarter than me and see who's bothering us."

I crane my neck to see Giselle's phone on the coffee table.

"It's Zinnia."

"Oh, shit!" Giselle bolts up and snatches her cell.

"So, little brace-faced Southern belles get to butt in on our 'us' time, huh? I see how it is..."

"No, she never texts me! I hope Chelsea is okay..." Giselle scrolls through her messages and breathes a sigh of relief. "Thank goodness, she just has an insane crush on someone." Then she melts into a mixture of pride with a smidge of envy. "Aww! She has an insane crush on someone!"

Giselle sits back, allowing me full view of her screen. She texts, "Who's the lucky lady?"

"This seems private," I say. "Shall I give you a moment?"

"I have no secrets from you."

"But she might."

"Nah, she's wild. You're like two peas in a pod."

"Okay," I yield, settling onto Giselle's shoulder. I must admit, I'm curious to see how another girl my age deals with her mad infatuations.

Zinnia's reply pops up: "Do you remember Hannah?"

"Your skinny-mini, ginger-haired cousin?" Giselle types.

"Not so skinny anymore..."

We wait a few seconds until a picture of a busty, barefoot, leggy young teenager fills the screen. Zinnia clearly sneaked this photo for the girl is curled up in an easy chair playing a videogame, wearing a short skirt and a strappy Inuyasha cami top barely containing her enormous breasts.

"Whoa, those melons are ripe for pickin'!" I blurt.

"Bad girl!" Giselle scolds before texting, "That's Hannah?? She's looking...abundant."

"I know, I want her so bad!"

"When did these developments happen?"

We wait a few seconds for Zinnia's lengthy reply: "Recently, I guess. She moved to Florida a couple of years ago so you pretty much saw her the last time I did when you were here doing mom's ballet. Now she's back visiting us for a month and I'm going crazy!!"

"Don't fret, babe, we'll get you a piece of that hot cousin lovin'! Does she show any interest in you?"

"Well...she's affectionate, but you know how she is."

"Ah. Still super-Christian, huh?"

"MEGA Christian."

"Hmm...you're well aware that voluptuous evangelicals are my Kryptonite but we've found ways to crack those nuts before."

"I've invited Erin and June up for my birthday, perhaps they can help?"

"Ooo, what do you want for your birthday?"

"Who are Erin and June?" I ask?

Giselle replies, whispering in my ear for no apparent reason, "That's a long, sexy story. Tell ya later..." Then she nibbles my lobe and I dissolve into electric tingles.

Giselle's phone pings with Zinnia's wish: "An 11-way with you, me, and TWICE."

Giselle giggles and starts tapping out her comeback.

"What's TWICE?" I inquire.

"Alexa, play TWICE!" Giselle commands and a peppy song called "Likey" fills the room. "They're a K-pop group with nine bee-yoo-ti-ful ladies."

Prior to grabbing my phone to look up pictures of the girl group, I read Giselle's text before she hits send. "They're on tour in Singapore, maybe next year. I'm sure another lesbian orgy can be arranged."

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"ARE YOU SERIOUS???"

"Wow, these girls are DEE-licious!" I gush, scrolling through pics of TWICE members.

"Who's your favorite?"

"Umm...so far I'm digging Jihyo."

"Figures you'd be into the busty leader."

"What? No..."

"There's no shame in getting turned on by big boobs and bossy babes."

"She's just...she kinda looks like you with her big...eyes and her cheekbones...and that smile that's sort of innocent and naughty all at once."

Giselle treats me to a warm kiss and some tender eye contact.

"Who do you like?" I ask.

"I like Dayhun, Mina, Nayeon, and yes...Jihyo."

Giselle keeps staring like she wants to ravish me until I mention, "You gonna leave Zinnia hanging?"

"She can sweat another minute. You down for this?"

"Sure, I'm in."

"Really?"

"Who am I to turn down an all-you-can-eat pussy feast?"

Giselle grins and types to Zinnia, "You bet! I'll bring Virginia and you've already summoned two other sirens. Hannah will surely succumb to someone's charms."

"OMG they'll really do that for me?? But what if Erin isn't game for it? We know this will be June's jam but Erin is so soft and shy."

"Then we'll have to bring a girl she can't say no to..."

I look at Giselle curiously while dots pulsate on her phone as Zinnia composes an answer.

"You crafty bitches...I'm in!"

We instantly abandon the Handmaids and TWICE to dash over to the music store where Autumn works. We find her dusting a violin.

She greets us with, "Now, here's two chippies up to no good."

Giselle murmurs something to Autumn that prompts her signature arched eyebrow.

She calmly says, "You skanky cunts...I'm in..."

We abscond to a loud restaurant to work out our strategy.

"Okay," Autumn begins. "We all have experience seducing superlative women so we need to identify each of our strengths and weaknesses."

I raise my hand, humbly. "Wait...I have experience seducing superlative women?"

"You literally beguiled a goddess and swept her off her feet."

"Oh, yeah..." I acquiesce. Giselle and I both blush and make eyes at each other.

"Tell me what we know about Hannah."

"She's Christian, has red hair, and is newly curvy and bosomy," Giselle offers.

"Great, so you're no help..."

"Right."

"Wait, why is that?" I try to interject.

"How old is she?" Autumn continues.

"About thirteen."

"What else?"

Giselle appears to have nothing so I add, "She likes anime and videogames."

"Good, good. We can work with this. Now, devout teenagers tend to like other people with strong beliefs when they find common ground. Between us we have a Unitarian Universalist, a Jewish Pagan, and a Buddhist. Erin is Methodist, and June is..."

"Wiccan." Giselle answers.

"Hot. And what's Zinnia?"

"Like...hippie/goth. She's still finding herself."

"Perfect. So we have a lot of faith traditions covered. And there's a mix of good girls and bad girls so it won't matter if her kink is sin or salvation."

I lean in and whisper, "Am I a good girl or a bad girl?"

Autumn puts her forehead to mine. "You're the best girl."

I give Autumn a quick peck on the mouth. "And why does Giselle bomb with Christian cuties?"

Giselle chimes in, "I have no trouble alluring religious girls in general, but slap a pair of giant tits on 'em and they won't give me the time of day."

"It's more complex than that," Autumn amends. "Good, God-fearing girls with smokin' bods are at odds with themselves. Of course they want a girl like Giselle but they can't start there. Girls like Giselle, June, and probably Zinnia are what we call closers. They're the intensely passionate girls you stay with forever."

"It's true," Giselle agrees.

Autumn keeps explaining to me, "Only girls like you and me can handle girls like them right out of the gate."

"Girls like...us?"

"Cool girls! Up for anything but also fiercely loyal."

"I'm a...cool girl?"

"The fact that you don't know only proves that you are. Case in point: when Giselle was down South a couple of years ago performing in The Nutcracker that Chelsea choreographed, she called me in to help play matchmaker for these adorable young dancers in the corps de ballet."

"Were you the Sugarplum Fairy?" I ask Giselle.

"Who else?"

"June was twelve at the time and absolutely gaga over this quiet goody toe-shoes with bazooms the size of your head!"

"Wow!"

Giselle snickers. "Goody toe-shoes..."

"Knew you'd like that. Giselle and June were like best buds so she wanted to help her out, but Giselle's feminine wiles were just too much for anxious young Erin."

"So I called for backup," Giselle smirks.

"I spent a few days down there, hanging around and acting all aloof and mysterious. Finally, I got Erin alone one afternoon and we got to talking and then we fooled around for a bit. Just enough to get her warmed to the idea that she likes girls."

"Was she scared?"

Autumn shakes her head. "She was so relieved. Getting through to girls like Erin takes a gentle touch. She wanted to go even further but I convinced her that what she needs most is a girl who will take good care of her. One who can give her whole heart."

"June."

"They've been together even since."

"That's a beautiful story. I can't wait to meet them." I get lost in thought for a moment. "I'm so flattered that you see me as this cool, casual chick, but I don't feel that way at all. I'm super-psyched about doing this, but I've never had casual sex and I'm really nervous."

"Sounds like you need a practice match."

Giselle ponders and then a glint appears in her eye. "I know just the sparring partner."

On the drive to our next destination, I call my mom to ask permission to take a long weekend away with Giselle. We've been spending so much time together as it is so mom is totally fine with it.

It's dark and rainy by the time we reach the ice cream parlor in East Hampton. Giselle drops me off by the door and then goes to find a spot to park.

I see Annabelle through the window, looking lovely as ever in her impossibly immaculate all-white outfit, serving single-scoop cones to the only customers  two little kids and their mother. I hold the door for them and the mom struggles to open her umbrella as Annabelle runs in place, winding herself up to welcome me. I step into the shop and Annabelle scampers over, squealing and clapping, her ginormous breasts stopping just short of my nose.

"Hi!"

"Hello, Annabelle...and ladies..."

"Whoops!" Annabelle leans back an inch or two. "Didn't mean to, like, thrust my boobs in your face or anything. Ooooooor, did I?"

My eyes grow wide as Annabelle actually presses her bosom against my nose. Her skin smells like coffee flower blossoms.

"Down, girls! Sorry, they're impossible. How ya been?"

"Good!" I answer, earnestly. "Really good...and you?"

"Eh...not so great..."

"Aww...what's wrong?" I extend my arm to rub Annabelle's lower back, sympathetically.

"You know...it's just...there hasn't been anyone super-sexy to look at since you were last here. Everyone else is just so ordinary."

"I'll bet you say that to all the girls."

"All kidding aside? I've never been this forward with anyone. But when the most beautiful girl you've ever seen walks into your life, you gotta give it your all, you know?"

"Annabelle..." I look down at my feet, too embarrassed and sweetened up to maintain eye contact. Then the memory of the first time I saw Giselle pops into my mind and my gaze returns to Annabelle's luscious brown eyes. "Yeah, I do know."

"You need a table? Is your sister coming?"

"She's parking. We're not really sisters."

"I know," Annabelle comes close to whisper unnecessarily in an obvious excuse to brush against me. "You're the cutest couple ever."

"We're...kinda more than a couple now..."

Giselle and Autumn enter the store, hilariously drenched from the rain.

Annabelle's face goes pale. "Oh, bless my soul, there's more of you."

"Annabelle!!" cries Giselle as she wraps her soggy self around the tall teenager. "Oh, dear, I'm getting you all wet. That's supposed to be Virginia's job."

Annabelle giggles. "Well, she's very good at it."

"Annabelle, this is Autumn."

Autumn reaches out to shake hands with Annabelle. "Pleasure."

"Very nice to meet you, Autumn!"

Giselle sidles up to me. "Did you ask her yet?"

"Not yet."

Annabelle's eager eyes dance back and forth between me and Giselle. "Ask me what?"

"Would you like to come over  " I begin.

"YES!"

"  and watch a movie or something?"

"Movie...sure, sounds great. And the 'or something' sounds REALLY great. I get off in ten minutes." Annabelle mimes a Groucho Marx cigar. "And I'm done with work in fifteen. Can I get you enchantresses anything while I close up shop?"

Autumn waves her hand, politely. "I'm good."

"Nothing for me, thanks," I decline.

Giselle pipes up with, "May we please have a strawberry milkshake and three straws?"

"Giselle, no! I'm stuffed!" I protest.

"That's what she said!" Giselle and Annabelle utter in unison.

"Classic..." Annabelle adds with a wink, before heading back behind the counter.

Autumn approaches Giselle endearingly. "You and your unquenchable sweet tooth."

"What? I want to re-enact the Archie Comics threesome, I mean, three-on-a-shake scene. Annabelle, you're Betty."

"You got it, Veronica."

Giselle glides her fingers through Autumn's dark, damp mane. "Autumn's Veronica. Just look at this lustrous, raven-haired beauty!"

"Who are you, then?" Autumn asks.

"I'm Sabrina!"

"You are SO Sabrina." Autumn kisses Giselle, sensually.

"Hold up!" I rebel. "Does that make me Archie??"

Giselle's disarming bedroom eyes turn to me. "This is my all-girl re-boot, princess. You're Josie."

Giselle licks the corner of her mouth and appraises me head-to-toe.

"You're picturing me in the catsuit, ears, and tail, aren't you?"

"Fuck, yeah." Giselle sweeps me up into a passionate embrace.

I hear more squeals and notice Annabelle out of the corner of my eye snapping a selfie with us kissing in the background. "My shop is filled with adorable lesbians, I just can't even!" she exclaims.

We stage our milkshake photo shoot and then wait for Annabelle to lock up. We give her a lift back to Giselle's country cottage and pick out a film to watch  Better Than Chocolate  which Giselle calls "a lesbian comedy classic." We cozy up to one another in one big puppy pile on the couch, and it does not escape my notice that the central couple in this movie are a cute redhead and a hot blonde.

Well before the end credits roll, I'm nestled in close to Annabelle and Autumn is giving me a calming foot rub.

"Gee whiz, that's a sexy movie!" pronounces Annabelle.

"Isn't it delightful?" Giselle affirms. "Had you never seen it?"

Annabelle shakes her head and hums her negative response.

"We have all the good lezzie flicks. We'll have to have you over for movie night more often."

"Definitely."

As Giselle and Annabelle are chatting, Autumn is staring into me with a silent pep talk. She gives my calves one final stroke before taking Giselle's hand and rising to her feet.

"Let's give these cuddlebugs some privacy." Autumn caresses Giselle's arm, clearly in need of some one-on-one time herself.

"You kids have fun..." Giselle's mom voice rings out. "...don't do anything I wouldn't do!"

After Giselle and Autumn disappear upstairs, Annabelle asks, "Is there anything she wouldn't do?"

"Not a blessed thing."

We reconfigure ourselves so we're sitting cross-legged, facing each other, knees touching. I wish she was wearing shorts so we can be skin-to-skin, but I'll get those white linen pants off her soon enough. Annabelle's plump, pink lips look ripe for kissing, but if I'm to be playing the part of the cool, nonchalant girl, I need to curb my hasty desires as much as possible.

I distract myself by admiring her straight golden locks descending delicately over her almost-bare, lightly tanned shoulders. I'm about to traverse our distance to touch a saffron strand when Annabelle says, "Lemme ask you something..."

"Shoot."

"You have two girlfriends..."

"That's a statement of fact, not a question."

"Two glamorous, sexual fireball pin-up queens."

"Yep."

"And yet, I don't have to be Tesla to see that sparks are flying here."

"Big time." Hehe! Playing the cool girl is so much fun!

"So where do I fit in to all this? And if you're here to initiate me into a lesbian sex cult, I'm so here for it. I just like to know what I'm getting into upfront."

I laugh and almost allow myself to kiss her but I halt just as our noses touch. "We do have some mystical experiences around here, but nothing diabolical."

"Damn!"

I laugh again. "You see, this all started when I found my one true love at ten years old. Then on my eleventh birthday, I went on my first real date with Giselle and Autumn, and we became what we are now..."

"A coven."

"No, silly! Just...inseparable. Now, at the age of eleven, it's pretty heavy knowing who you'll be with forever."

"I'll bet."

"Giselle believes  sorry, this is so embarrassing but these are her words  that I'm 'a gift to sweet baby lesbians everywhere' and I should share myself to nurture healthy, thriving gay girls, yadda, yadda, yadda..."

"Nice work if you can get it. Where do I sign up?"

"This is also what Autumn thinks is Giselle's raison d'etre which is how I came into the picture in the first place   I felt reluctant about this, just as Giselle did, but now I'm having all these wild new impulses. Voluptuous divas like your fine self are flirting with me, when I'm not having sex I'm masturbating and fantasizing about every pretty girl I see...if I'm this cuckoo for cunnilingus now, can you imagine how I'll be when I hit puberty?"

"Whoa, look out! Here comes trouble!"

"Right? Is it wrong to ache for having promiscuous casual encounters with all my friends?"

"Not if I'm one of them!"

"You are SO my friend."

Annabelle heaves a sigh of relief. "This is so refreshing. Every girl I hook up with wants to start picking out china patterns after only a few minutes of nookie."

"Seriously?" I giggle in disbelief.

"It's like, I get it. We're girls. We're emotional. But whatever happened to having a good time? If wanting nothing more than having mind-blowing sex with unbelievably hot girls makes me a slut then I'll wear it proudly! What most people call loose and slutty, I call being fifteen. I'm capable of all sorts of physical intimacy without all the romantic entanglements I don't desire right now."

"Amen, sister." I feel my mounting hunger for Annabelle as I persist in penetrating her soul with my ogling.

My stare proves itself too fiery for Annabelle after a while, and she tries to disrupt it with, "Hey...my boobs are down here you know..."

"You don't say?" Without looking, I fondle her breast while my eyes remain fixed on hers. "I much prefer gazing into those dark chocolate eyes."

Annabelle's mouth disarmingly drops open and I try to conserve my chill as my hand grooves on the downiest, squishiest sensation it's ever enjoyed. I knead her massive knocker salaciously until her breathing becomes choppy and labored. Annabelle licks her lips, gulps, makes guttural sounds, and bites the air as if she's trying to say something and consume me simultaneously.

I find her erect nipple through the fabric of her cami top and massage it between my index and middle fingers. This consistent stimulation evens out her breathing and she whisks her hair out of her face with one hand.

Finally, Annabelle articulates, "Won't you kiss me?"

I stay enthralled with her aroused nipple for another minute before answering.

"Soon. I want to watch you come first. You're close, aren't you?"

Annabelle's eyes burn with desperation. "...yes."

I apply more pressure with my fingers and flicker my thumb up and down her swollen mamilla.

"Virginia, yes...Virginiaaaaaaaaaaaa..." My name trails off into the cutesiest squeaks and moans and her whole body goes stiff as a board. A second or two later, Annabelle explodes into shudders and giggles.

"So...precious. I love seeing you orgasm. Almost as much as I love giving you one."

Annabelle takes a moment to compose herself. She looks so thoroughly happy.

"If you got a kick out of that, you're gonna be over the moon with the dozen orgasms I'm about to give you!"

Unable to abstain any longer, I hop into Annabelle's lap and slide my tongue into her soft kisser. Her lips taste even sweeter than I expected and she sucks lovingly on her velvety visitor. Our hands roam everywhere while our tongues do the same inside each other's moist mouths. I'm relishing the feel of Annabelle's curves as my fingers wander from her back and behind around her waist and up her firm abs and mountainous breasts, ultimately coiling behind her head to take control of our canoodling.

I rein in our ferocious snogging to some subtle, yet still satisfying, lip-locking. Annabelle's strong lips smack against mine and I become aware of the tip of her tongue being keen on reentry so I do my damnedest to delay our mutual gratification a while longer. Soon I open my jaw as wide as I can giving Annabelle an all-access pass to explore every nook and cranny. She does not disappoint as her tongue saunters over all my teeth and gums, the roof of my mouth and the insides of my cheeks, at last settling down atop my own dormant tasting organ. Her warm saliva blends with mine and I swallow the excess of our collective sweetness.

My tongue springs into action, twirling around hers, and we waltz together like this for several seconds.

Annabelle breaks away to catch her breath and blurts out, "Heavens to Betsy, you're a phenomenal kisser!"

"Thanks! You have the silkiest tongue, I love it so much. Can't wait to feel it all over my body..."

"Oh, my goodness!" Annabelle grins ear-to-ear and goes in for more kisses. She wastes no time in pulling my vintage Patti Smith t-shirt up over my head. Once it's fully off, she gives me one more smooch before sliding her tongue down my chin and tasting every inch of my delicate neck. From there, she glides over to my freckled shoulder and manipulates my arm so she can lick all the way down to my hand on one side, pause to savor each finger, and then lick up my palm and all along the underside of my arm back up to my shoulder. Then she skims over to the left side and does the same thing with my other arm, her tongue never leaving my body even for an instant.

As soon as Annabelle's tongue returns to my second shoulder, she eases me backwards until I am lying with my back arched over the armrest of the couch. The underside of her tongue drags down my left flank while she slides my neon purple bike shorts past my knees, bringing them to rest around my ankles. Her tongue travels on to taste my thigh and slobber over my knee before slithering back up my super-sensitized inner thigh, maddeningly avoiding contact with my coochie, and arcing over to pay a visit to my other leg.

After some pleasurable lingering, Annabelle's adventurous tongue skates all the way up my side, all too briefly grazing my underarm, sweeping across my cheek to finally plant itself in my mouth, dishing out the most delectable smorgasbord of flavors from all over my body.

Annabelle withdraws a moment later and traces a beeline to my left breast, leaving me hopeful that she'll return with some hors d'oeuvres from my more intimate tidbits. She tongue-bathes my smooth nipple, causing me to cry out her name in ecstasy, which in turn encourages Annabelle to feast on me with greater fervor. She slurps on down to my belly and I feel her getting drunk off of the soft flesh around my navel. Finally, she slides woozily into my vulva and spends several minutes exploring all the folds and textures of my labia. Through what is essentially one prolonged kiss, eventually I bless her lips with the gentlest orgasm I've ever had.

"Saints Joan and Erzulie be praised, could you be any sweeter?" invokes a breathless Annabelle. Then she lays the entire length of her tongue flat against my pussy, licks a trail up my body and merrily inhabits my armpit for a while.

From there, she skims over to anoint my right nipple. My head, arms, and hair dangle even further over the edge of the couch, elongating my areola to the point of optimum tactility, rendering me susceptible to lighting up my entire body with just the slightest touch. Annabelle's scarcely restrained, pendulous breasts brush over my tummy, and I just can't wait to free those beauties and feel their naked warmth against me.

As Annabelle's tongue travels down my chest again, I roll forward off the armrest along with her to witness her espresso-tinted eyes come alive once her face returns to my oozing honey pot. I grin at the bonus spectacle of my skin shimmering with the moist ministrations of Annabelle's mouth. I fix my flirty, effervescent eyes on Annabelle's to show her just how happy I am to have her canoodling my cunt. I twirl a crimson lock around my finger, giggle and chew on my pinky, until Annabelle's cheeks turn as red as my hair.

"Stop being so darn cute, I can't breathe!" she gasps.

Her smiling lips surround my clitoris and she breezily makes me come in her mouth as delicately as before. Annabelle's eyelids grow heavy as she sips my nectar. I reach down to pull her love soaked lips to mine and we become intoxicated on syrupy kisses.

Suddenly, Annabelle regains enough of her wits to sit upright and exclaim, "Jinkies, I've wanted to do that for so long!"

Still in my erotic euphoria, I dreamily stroke her arm and say, "We only met a couple of months ago..."

"I mean, like, all my life."

I snap out of cloud-cuckoo-land and bounce up onto my knees. "YOU'VE NEVER EATEN PUSSY BEFORE???"

Annabelle fails at not blushing. "You're the expert, you tell me! Am I an obvious amateur?"

"NOT AT ALL!! I never would have guessed you're a virgin! To what do I owe the honor of being your first?"

"You're kidding, have you seen you?? You're amazing!! The very second I saw you, I thought, 'I want to give everything to this Titian-haired vision. Do everything. Taste...everything.' Can we...do everything?"

"Everything except vaginal fingering. I'm saving that for Giselle."

"Great! So...wait...other fingering is on the menu?"

"Oh, yeah, I'm a total anal girl."

"WOW!"

"This is so exciting, I've never been with a virgin before. Is this living up to your wildest dreams so far?"

Annabelle melts into giggles. "Beyond. So far beyond."

"Really? How so?"

"You're just...softer and bolder and yummier than anyone I could ever imagine. You're so young, yet so experienced. I mean, how crazy talented are you?? You made me come just from a little nipple tweaking! Sure, it helps that you have me utterly besotted...and that way you look at me drives me absolutely wild..."

"How do I look at you?"

"Like you want to devour me...in the best possible way."

I snarl like a hungry tiger and Annabelle laughs. "So...forgive me for saying, since I'm sure you're sick of hearing this, but your boobs are epic."

"You, of all people, are permitted to be obsessed with my obscenely large rack. As my supreme crush, you are granted carte blanche."

"Oh, thank heaven! I couldn't hold off much longer..." I bury my face in Annabelle's ample cleavage. "Mmm...I could live here."

"Couldn't wish for a better roommate."

I wrap my legs and arms around Annabelle and burrow deeper in between her breasts. Lazily swaying my head back and forth to fully feel her roundness on my cheeks, I lull myself into Shangri-La once again. I indulge in her pillowy pleasantness for a minute or five when I get the feeling I'm being watched.

I look up to Annabelle's wide-eyed medley of fascination, curiosity, and lust that always makes my heart flutter.

"Hi." My muted greeting mumbles into her chest.

"...hi." Annabelle sighs. Poor girl. For someone who claims to eschew romance, she sure looks like she's falling for me.

Annabelle leans forward to place a sweet smooch on my nose.

"I can't take my eyes away from you," she says. "I'm afraid you'll disappear. You're like a dream."

"So are you...a dream come true!" I yank a spaghetti strap down from Annabelle's shoulder and liberate her left boob. My heart thumps loudly as my hand feels the heft of her bare bosom for the first time. I pepper her plumpness with petite pecks, which takes a reciprocally pleasurable eternity, until I reach her astonishing areola that is literally the circumference of my face.

"My, my, my..." I marvel before pushing my face into her as one does with memory foam. Annabelle shrieks and jolts her head back in gleeful surprise. Starting at the top of her areola, I trace my tongue around the outer rim and then slowly spiral in towards the center, which again lasts an eon, and at last have my introductory taste of her rosy nipple. I draw in her darling nub in preparation for gradually sucking more of her breast than humanly possible into my mouth, practically dislocating my jaw in the process. Annabelle's own jaw drops at my miraculous feat and we both revel in how incredible it feels to have so much of her inside my gaping maw.

My suction increases and Annabelle cradles my head, fondly petting my hair. She smiles and bites her lip, lightly shaking her head in disbelief. Her hips start to shimmy and, as before, she goes momentarily rigid in anticipation of her crying out and coming a second time from mere breast play.

"You are giving me a new appreciation for these saucy strumpets," Annabelle says after her quaking calms down.

I reluctantly empty my mouth of boob and nuzzle against the glistening globe. "You didn't like them before?"

"Oh, I love them. They're gorgeous and fun to be around, but they take on a life of their own. It gets old being defined as 'that blonde girl with the big tits.' It's like, hey, buddy, I've got a curvaceous ass too!"

I laugh. "That you do..."

"Anyway, what I'm saying is...you elevate foreplay to an art form."

"I like paying attention to detail."

Annabelle runs her fingernails up and down my back. "So...what's your favorite thing to do?"

I snort and shrug. "I dunno. There's so much..."

"The fair mistress Virginia must have a most prized activity."

"I like trying new things..."

"What haven't you done?"

I shrug again.

Annabelle muses for a moment, then her face illuminates with inspiration. "Ooo! Would you like me to dovefuck you?"

"YES! I have no idea what that is but I'm in!"

"You've never heard of dovefucking?"

I smirk and shake my head.

"You trust me enough to do something you have no clue about? It could be anything."

"It sounds sweet..."

"Well...allow me to enlighten you."

Annabelle pries me from her lap and plops me back down on the sofa. While she's turning over onto her tummy, her breast tickles along my thigh and she swoons dramatically.

"Wow, I would love having nipples as sensuous as yours," I remark.

"Yeah, they've always been easily stimulated, even moreso probably due to how I feel about you."

"How do you feel about me?" I tease.

"Shut up," Annabelle shoves me backwards and she finishes rolling over on her stomach and kicks her tempting feet into the air. Carefully, she spreads open my labia and positions her breast between my legs. Then she uses her hand to guide her nipple into my pussy and languidly orbits my clitoris.

"Whoa," I say, feeling suddenly tipsy. "That's just about the best thing ever."

"Yeah?"

"How did you find out about this?"

"Watching porn."

"Omigosh, you watch porn??"

"SO much porn. I love it."

"What's it like? I've never seen any."

"Well..." Annabelle blushes a little. "You don't really need to. You live it."

I giggle. "Yeah, I guess. I'd still like to see some. Will you show me your favorites one day?"

She seems bowled over at the suggestion. "Um, okay...wow...sure! You'd like the classy European stuff, for sure. And there's an amateur website I'm super into with frisky, all-natural girls with really diverse body types and all sorts of nationalities. Just like...real women. Holy, guac, I'm getting myself all worked up just thinking about it!"

"I see! You're getting all hot and bothered!" I wipe sweat from Annabelle's brow and dab it on my neck as if it's perfume. "Mmm...coffee blossoms."

Annabelle laughs, incredulous. "Excuse me?"

"Your skin smells of coffee blossoms."

"Can't say I'd know a coffee blossom if I hooked up with one at a slumber party."

"They're like jasmine, only much sweeter and more transcendent...just like you."

"How do you know all this?"

"I'm a coffee fanatic. I know everything about coffee."

I become aware of my own perspiration as Annabelle continues to lightly massage my clit. Perceiving the need for more lubrication, she lifts her breast up to her mouth to re-moisten it (OMG! So sexy!) and returns her slick nipple to my labia.

"This...is...divine..." My head lolls back and forth in time to Annabelle flicking my button. I notice her flushed features and comment, "You look like you're going to pop soon too, aren't ya, honey-bun?"

She has stricken herself speechless by her own hand (and boob) and can only squeak out a feeble, yearning "Mm-hm" from her lips. I grab Annabelle under the arms and jerk myself forward for maximum leverage against her massive mammary gland. This emboldens her to jauntily jiggle her jug in my juicy vagina until we come together in concert.

Then my entire body goes limp, surrendering to the soothing orgasmic undulations coursing through me. I gather my hair at the scalp and run my fingers through its full length straight up above me, and then release to allow the feathery wisps to float back down aimlessly.

"I'm so relaxed now," I sigh.

"And you were pretty chill before," lauds Annabelle, petting my inner thigh. "Your orgasms are so mellow."

"Wanna know a secret?"

"Always!"

"One of my superpowers is I develop a completely unique orgasm for each girl I'm with based on my emotions toward them. Take Autumn for example..."

"Yes, please!"

"...she makes me nervous and giddy, therefore she sets me off like a jackhammer. So the way you make me come is a testament to my gentle feelings for you."

Annabelle is beside herself. She begins emitting a low squeal which grows in volume and intensity until she expels her excitement through her kicking feet pummeling the couch. Her head comes to rest on my belly and I watch her shining face rise and fall with my breathing.

After a little bit, Annabelle asks, "How do you come for Giselle?"

"She's my North Star. I feel everything with her."

"I'd love to see that someday."

Feeling brave, I propose, "Hey, I could show you a more incendiary orgasm, if you'd like!"

"How is that even a question?"

I sit up and finally remove her top completely. Standing on the sofa, I ease Annabelle onto her back and mount her right boob. I put on a little show for Annabelle by forcefully grinding my cunt into her nipple and writhing my body dramatically. My moaning sounds exaggerated but is actually most genuine as I increase the pressure of my breast humping. Annabelle doesn't appear to care either way if her priceless facial expressions are any indication: an amalgam of bewildered innocence, decadent pleasure, and encouraging smiles.

My thrusting intensifies, causing Annabelle's erect nipple to slip into my vagina. My head whips back while my pelvis lurches forward, and I shoot a steady stream right over Annabelle's gobsmacked head.

"Sweet Mother Mary...you're a squirter??"

"You know other girls like me?" I ask, demurely.

"Not personally, but there's loads of squirting in porn."

"Now I really can't wait to see some! Gotta see my sisters in squirt."

Annabelle brushes her fingers all over my thighs, tummy, and chest. "And besides...there's no one like you. You're full of surprises."

"I'm full of something, that's for certain."

"Dang, girl...you're ready to go again??"

"I'm always ready for you."

I've never seen someone get their pants off so swiftly in all my life.

"I NEED YOU TO SQUIRT ALL OVER ME!!!" Annabelle screeches without an ounce of chill.

I stand up and Annabelle fixates on my pussy with single-minded purpose. She props her head up on one of the back couch cushions and plants her feet on the floor, presenting me with a pleasingly pneumatic canvas on which to splatter my piece de resistance.

I turn and straddle Annabelle's face to give me the best view of her lounging loveliness. While this sight and the sensation of her teasing tongue would easily bring about my next orgasm, it won't produce the desired downpour.

"Stick out your tongue," I command. "Straight up. All the way."

Annabelle does my bidding and I wrap my hands behind her head to hold her in place. I line up my vagina with the tip of her tongue and, in one decisive maneuver, impale myself on the slippery muscle.

Annabelle's muffled voice says, "Oh, my goodness..." or something to that effect.

My own voice drops an octave and groans, "Ohhhh, yeeeeeah...that's the stuff..."

I perform yoga squats to plunge her tongue to the perfect point for g-spot stimulation. Annabelle's repose suggests that she'd happily let me fuck her face forever, but my volcanic vulva has other plans.

I erupt my hot liquid love all over Annabelle's colossal bosom, down her flat stomach, around her shapely hips, and from there the rapids run between her muscular thighs, creamy calves, and right on down to her pretty pink toes.

"THIS IS THE GREATEST MOMENT OF MY LIFE!!!" Annabelle sings out.

Feeding off her unbridled enthusiasm, I tuck into a ball and use Annabelle as a water slide, flipping over on my belly halfway down and plucking off her sopping wet french cut panties along the way.

"You're so WILD!" shrieks Annabelle as I smush my face into her blonde pussy.

Her dewy pubic hair tickles my nose as I settle in for a muff munching marathon. My mouth movements mellow in painstaking pursuit of Annabelle's sweet spot. The fingers of her right hand are dramatically splayed over her heart while her face is frozen in mirthful shock.

I come up for air long enough to say, "Don't forget to breathe."

"If you could see how adorable you look, you'd be gasping for air too!"

Speaking of looking adorable reminded me to lean back to drink in my first full view of the totally naked fifteen-year-old.

"My goddess, you're beautiful," I gush.

"Omigosh, shut up and eat me!" Annabelle forces my face back into her yummy vulva. I continue my search for the optimum method for getting her off and Annabelle wiggles her hips in a futile attempt to aid my efforts.

"Tell me what you like," I order as my mouth briefly disengages.

"I like you!"

"Be specific..."

"Your tongue...MORE TONGUE! Just your tongue..."

Keeping my head completely still, my tongue ventures out to explore every millimeter of her inner labia and her vaginal opening. Annabelle's face finally falls into a peaceful composure and her once-flailing hands come to rest atop her gracefully heaving breasts. I allow her to wallow in tranquility for a few minutes before skimming the top of my tongue across her clitoris.

Annabelle inhales sharply and pants until my tongue treats her clit to another stroke.

"More..." she gulps. "More of that!"

I teasingly lick everything but her hot button for about a minute and ultimately oblige her command with a swift swipe.

"YES! THAT!!" Annabelle shouts, redundantly pointing down at her pussy with both index fingers, as if there could ridiculously be any confusion.

I giggle at my seemingly endless ability to make Annabelle lose her shit and resume my vaginal tour with intermittent sojourns over her increasingly erect clitoris. My sustained giggles punctuate every jolt and squeak from Annabelle's super-charged body. I raise the frequency of clitoral contact and she comes chaotically, coating my tongue with copious coochie juice.

Annabelle catches her breath and sweeps her lush locks away from her face.

"Incredible!" she affirms. Then Annabelle looks me square in the eye. "Thank you!"

"My pleasure," I grin from behind her engorged vulva. I keep on lapping up every drop of Annabelle's succulence.

"Will you come up and give me a kiss?"

"Not yet. I wanna carry on kissing you down here."

Annabelle's expression softens and she smiles like a seraph. "...okay..."

"Tell me how you want to be kissed."

"Just your lips...no tongue."

"Atta girl..." I lay small, supple kisses on either side of her clit, then another one up top, and one more below. Only after this fourth kiss do I notice Annabelle's staring. She wears the same cherubic smile as before and can't take her eyes off me the whole time I'm making out with her perfect pink love bud.

Not using my tongue is more of a challenge than I thought it would be, especially since her clitoris is impossibly sticking out so far from its hood that it's like she's French kissing me. I just try to keep my lips as soft as possible and not apply too much pressure. I want to see if I can give her an orgasm as gentle as the ones she's given me.

Unceasingly snogging her snatch finally yields the hoped for results: Annabelle subtly signals her fifth (?) coming with a shallow sigh, a broad, toothy grin, and delicate quaking in her hips.

"Mmm...this must be how your orgasms feel," Annabelle enthuses.

"That's what I was going for," I say, petting her inner thigh. "I feel so tender towards you."

Annabelle basks in the afterglow for a bit when suddenly her leg quivers like crazy.

"Leapin' lizards, it just keeps buzzing!" she whoops. I clutch her legs and ride out the shockwaves, wondering if this is the same orgasm or a new one entirely.

I kiss the satiny flesh where her thigh meets her pelvis, when I realize it sounds as if Annabelle is wailing. Her head is thrown back out of view so I can't figure out what's the matter.

"You okay?"

Annabelle turns her sweetly smiling, tear-drenched face to me. "I never knew it was possible to feel this good!"

"Aww, sweetheart! I'll make you feel as good as you want whenever you want!" I lean back in for twat tonguing round three, but Annabelle catches me by the chin.

"Me, again?? May I please have a kiss first?"

"Well...since you asked so politely..." I stand up and lie my full weight on top of Annabelle. We press our lips together and smooch noisily. I'm jubilating in the sensation of my slight-frame sinking into her well filled-out shapeliness, our absolute nudity rubbing against one another for the first time.

Annabelle pulls her head back, smacking her lips at her own flavors.

"Pretty yummy, huh?" I ask.

"It's okay. You taste better."

"Well, I can't get enough..." I try to dive back down between her thighs again but Annabelle stops me.

"Nooooo...stay up here another minute. You feel so nice on top of me. I love your tight little body."

"Really? I'm so flat."

"You're eleven...you're still growing. Besides, I don't care about womanly figures. You're just so toned and responsive..." Annabelle opens her mouth and draws in my tongue while her fingernails drag all up and down my back, buttocks, and thighs.

"Mmm...I love being scratched. And your mouth is so talented!"

"Eh..." Annabelle disagrees. "...she needs more practice."

"You're crazy! Your kisses are simply the sweetest! And that tempting tongue turns my insides to mush..."

Annabelle licks her lips and raises her eyebrows.

"Ohhhhh..." It finally hits me. "Ah, what the hell?"

I hop up onto Annabelle's face and she welcomes my greedy cunt with a moist greeting.

I slowly roll my slim hips around her jaw, moaning throaty and low. I revel in feeling my long hair swishing against my back as I move. I tilt my head back a tad to let the tips of my tresses tickle my tush.

I look down at Annabelle's closed eyes, blushing cheeks, and smiling lips that hum yummy sounds into my pussy. I switch from my side-to-side rolling to a super-slutty forward hip roll which prompts Annabelle's immediate approval.

"Omigosh, YES! Fuck my mouth!"

I believe this is the first time I've ever heard her swear, at least as far as my vagina can remember, so she oozes appreciatively down Annabelle's cheeks and chin.

I comply with my orders and hump her head fiercely but rhythmically. I slide my fingers up my torso to tweak my nipples, and upon raising my head, I see a naked Autumn has snuck into the room to retrieve her forgotten handbag.

I beam at her and Autumn places her hands over her heart and mouths, "So cute!"

I bat my eyes at her and then an electrifying change in Annabelle's pussy eating technique labors my breathing and makes me break out in a sweat.

Autumn's lips purse in fascination and she walks right up to me to investigate the cause of my ebullience. She carefully cranes her neck over the back of the couch and her jaw drops at Annabelle's curvaceousness. Autumn fans herself and gives me a thumbs-up.

"Right?" I say, sotto voce. "She's so hot!"

"I beg your pardon?" Annabelle asks with a mouth full of muff.

I freeze. "That's so hot!"

"I'm okay. You're the hot one." She resumes her twat tonguing and I continue grinding.

Autumn has her hand over her heart again, mouthing, "That's adorable!"

"Go away!" I mouth to Autumn, trying in vain to shoo her off.

She just stands there wearing nothing but a wicked smile, hands on her hips. I must admit, it turns me on being watched by her like this. I really start letting Annabelle have it, pounding away at her puckered lips and her gamely keeping up with my bouncing. I brace my palms on my thighs and try to blow the hair out of my face. I make noises that no human has ever uttered when my spasms slam into poor Annabelle's angelic face.

Autumn is highly amused by my wild abandon, and after a minute she runs her finger down my chest following a bead of sweat. She gives me a swift, silent kiss and then saunters off, sucking the sweat droplet off her finger.

"That was amazing! You're so feisty!" praises Annabelle.

"You're okay? I was pretty rough."

"I'm all about it. I just knew there was a spitfire underneath that shy babe who first came into my shop."

I stand up and fully bend over with legs straight and my ass in the air to kiss Annabelle.

"So bendy, too! Dang it, I love dancers!"

Crouching down in Annabelle's lap, I slither back down to the floor and bury my nose in her beautiful blonde pubic hair again.

"Now where were we?"

"We were..." Annabelle muses. "...using just your tongue again and just on my clit."

"My favorite place to be..." I extend my tongue, making it as rigid as can be, and push firmly against Annabelle's clitoris. I increase the pressure exponentially until she slaps the sofa with her hand which I take as a sign of having reached her limit. I flick my tongue to one side, causing Annabelle to yelp. I wait an unusual number of seconds before flicking back the other way and her head flops in the opposite direction.

I keep this irregular pace going for a bit, relishing each jerk and jump from Annabelle's reactive body, when I decide she's been tortured enough.

Tucking the tip of my tongue behind my bottom teeth, I use my curved organ to massage her clit evenly from all sides.

"Ooooh, that's nice..." Annabelle compliments.

I indulge in this recreation for a while before choosing to bring her on home. I return the tip of my tongue to the forefront and tease her savagely. Annabelle's mellow mewling rises to high-pitched screeching with a few actual words here and there.

"Virginia! Omigosh! Yes! You're the beeeeeeeeeeeeest!!!!!"

As Annabelle comes for the umpteenth time, I devise my next prurient plot. Without missing a beat, I shove my left nipple into her labia and start making small rotations. Annabelle instantly simmers down and looks into my eyes longingly.

"Ohhhhh, Virginia...you're brilliant."

Our breathing falls heavy and time slows as we enter this new world of sensual delight. I enjoy watching her serene smile grow bigger while I rub myself against her vulva.

After a while, Annabelle says, "Your nipples are magnificent, Virginia."

"Not bad for a girl with no tits, huh?"

"You don't need 'em. This feels sooooooo good and sooooooo warm..." She pauses for a second to assess something. "And I can feel your heart beating!"

Annabelle squeezes her legs around my back and hugs me closer. Her hips match my gyrating and we find our way into one harmonious action with the sole purpose of pleasing Annabelle endlessly. Inevitably, her pleasure index rises and she crashes her pelvis into my chest repeatedly with each orgasmic wave.

The unintended by-product of this endeavor is my own surging desires. I get up and swing one leg up and over her thigh to straddle her cunt-to-cunt.

"Oh, thank goodness!" a wide-eyed Annabelle exclaims. "I'd hoped we would do this!"

While squirming my way towards our perfect clitoral connection, my flaming red hair obscures half of my face, igniting Annabelle's gleeful expression even more.

"You look so sinful!" she admires. "Are you a bad girl?"

I nod and step up the friction between our loins.

"Will you come for me?"

I smirk and nod again.

Then Annabelle looks as if she's just had the best idea.

"Ooo, will you come IN me? WILL YOU SQUIRT IN ME??"

I reach down to flip Annabelle's legs in the air and hold her feet aloft to aim her pussy skyward. Following a few more strokes, I'm ready to explode. I line myself up with her opening and blast off inside her thirsty vagina. Annabelle lies motionless with a look of sheer rapture as she is overcome by my rushes coursing through her.

"Just replace all my blood with Virginia juice right now. Your squirt gives me life!"

My face wants to spring into a girlish grin but I restrict myself to a sly snicker, still playing the cool femme fatale.

"It must feel so incredible being able to do that. Does it?"

"It was embarrassing at first, but now...it's the most liberating thing ever."

"Wow...I wanna be you when I grow up. But first..." Annabelle grabs me with her legs and sits up to resituate me onto her lap. "...I wanna liberate more elixir from your hot little body!"

"Hey!" I protest.

Annabelle borrows some of my squirt from her pussy and begins polishing my butthole.

"Oh...okay, you got me."

Annabelle giggles. "Can't let this whole night go by without trying your asshole on for size. You do go anal on the first date, don't you?"

"Almost exclusively."

"How many fingers can I put in?"

"Try two at first."

"At first?? You're so tiny!"

"I'm stretchy." I guide her middle and ring fingers to my anus and invite them in.

"Yeah, you are! I know I keep saying this, but this is the best feeling EVER. So tight...warm...squishy..."

I bear down on her hand and force her to penetrate me past her middle knuckles.

"Oh, Annabelle..."

Annabelle holds me across the chest from behind and starts pumping her fingers moderately, like she's trying not to break me.

"Is that good?"

"Perfect...nice and slow."

I cling to her arm dearly and become completely rapt with her mesmerizing ministrations. Annabelle kisses my shoulder and the back of my neck while I snuggle my cheek against her well built bicep and moan dreamily.

"Is this having a calming effect on you?"

"I always find anal sex soothing," I reply.

"You beguile me!" Annabelle says, nuzzling her head in next to mine. "I'd probably be crying bloody murder if you were doing this to me. You know...in a good way."

"Well, if it's blood curdling screams you're after..." I begin, attempting to shift positions.

"All in good time. I love hearing your soft little whimpers."

I tuck back into Annabelle's comforting embrace and give myself over entirely to her nimble unhasty thrusting.

After Goddess knows how long, I bend myself over her knees, lying my ear to the couch cushion and aiming my ass towards heaven.

"Ready for a third finger now," I purr, waving my naked tushy at Annabelle.

"Seriously??"

"Mm-hm. I need you to ram three fingers in my butthole and pound the living hell out of me."

"Golly!" Annabelle turns beet red and proceeds with introducing her index finger to my already well fed fuckhole.

"Ohhhhh, look at that!" Annabelle gurgles, admiring her handiwork.

Once I'm full to bursting, I implore, "Now let me have it..."

Annabelle squeals, blushing more fiercely. "You really want me to fingerbang you now with even less wiggle room?"

"The more stuffed I am, the harder I want it."

"I adore you." Annabelle's voice drips with honey as she attempts to raid my ass as I desire.

"Harder."

She tries to speed up but it's still not enough for my high maintenance butthole.

"Put some shoulder and elbow into it."

Annabelle activates her entire arm and finally gets some good friction going.

"That's it! Harder!"

She gets up on her knees to give herself more height, granting her an almost perfect angle for a proper ass reaming.

"That's SO GOOD, Annabelle! Fuck me!!"

Annabelle bounds up even higher and in doing so, her right knee pins me down by the hair.

"Oh, I'm so sorry!" she yips, but I prevent her from moving.

"Stay. I like it."

"Best night ever," Annabelle whispers.

Now that I'm practically helpless, she piledrives my posterior precisely the way I want it.

"YES!!! I love it! Fuck my ass harder, Annabelle! I love it when you fuck my hot, sweet little asshole, Annabelle! Fuuuuuuuuuuuuuk meeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeee!!!!!"

I spray my blazing pussy potion all over Annabelle's legs. I'm coming with such force that I almost lose consciousness. Thankfully, Annabelle notices my body is about to spasm uncontrollably, so she snatches me up with her free arm and holds me fast. My legs and arms flail recklessly as I shower the room with my squirt.

"Don't stop, don't stop, don't stop!" I beg, redundantly, since Annabelle shows no signs of going easy on my brutalized butthole.

I burst once more with the power of a supernova and Annabelle cradles me until I regain my senses.

"It must be so much fun being you," she says, kissing my ear. "Your body does such incredible things."

"Well, it takes a supremely sexy girl to set me off like that. Give yourself a little credit!"

"You're sweet, but..."

I pull Annabelle's fingers out of my ass and shove them in my mouth like a pacifier.

"Whoa. Um...okay...you've got me beat in the kink department."

I suck her fingers clean before replying, "I'm just freaky for my own flavor."

Then I lift my arms to the sky for a big stretch to restore my aching body.

"Woo! Nothing like a good assfucking to give me my second wind! What's the next major wish fulfillment on the agenda?"

"Holy, guac, you're like an erotic Energizer Bunny!"

I hop in place and wiggle my non-existent cottontail.

"You're too cute," Annabelle chuckles. "Do you...have any toys?"

"You mean, like, sex toys?"

"My biggest fantasy is for you to fuck me with a strap-on."

"WOW! I wish I had one! Maybe Autumn and Giselle do, but...you know...I am a sex toy. Wanna play with me?"

Annabelle's flushed cheeks grimace with embarrassment and she nibbles on her pinky. Tittering nervously, she gives me a jittery nod.

I climb off of her lap and guide her onto all fours. My forearm slides along Annabelle's thighs to gather up some of my slickness.

"Do you trust me?"

Annabelle's blond mane bobs up and down, presumably in the affirmative.

"Let me hear a yes or no..."

"Yes! Unconditionally..."

My four fingers glide partway into Annabelle's vagina and she gasps.

"You good?"

"Perfect..." she sighs.

"Happy?"

"SO happy."

I press on a little further and meet some unexpected resistance.

"Wait...what? Oh...I forgot, you're a virgin. Shall I use fewer fingers?"

"No way! I want the whole enchilada."

"Extra spicy?"

"You know it!"

"Have you ever penetrated yourself before?"

Annabelle shakes her head.

"Really? Not even with your finger?"

"I don't even use tampons."

"Why?"

She looks at me over her shoulder and my heart melts. "I was waiting for you...just like you're waiting for Giselle."

"Oh, Annabelle..." A teardrop races down my cheek and Annabelle shifts her weight onto one hand so she can catch my tear with the other.

I venture forth on my vaginal voyage, reuniting my thumb with her sisters.

"Deep breath..." I instruct.

Annabelle inhales and I pause my forward movement.

"...and release."

As air steadily escapes her lungs, I push my entire forearm inside.

"Zowie! Way to pop that cherry, baby!"

"I got overly ambitious," I admit. "Are you okay?"

"Never better. How far in are you?"

"Up to my elbow." I pull out about halfway and back in again to try and get Annabelle to feel the bone more keenly. "Can you feel it?"

"Y-yes..." she shudders. "How are you so good at this?"

"Practice." I'm lying. I was good from the word go. I perpetuate medium speed ploughing which provides plenty for Annabelle to perspire prettily.

"Lucky Giselle," she pants.

"And Autumn."

"Autumn too?? She's miniature!"

"She's tough...and unburdened."

"You're the coolest," Annabelle says, under her breath, possibly thinking I won't hear her. Then she tilts her head, considering something potentially mindblowing. "Have you...ever, um..."

"Taken a fist up my ass?"

Annabelle exhales loudly and soaks my arm to the bone.

"Girl, I swear you could make me come just by talking dirty. Yes...have you ever been fisted in your adorable, petite, tender pink butthole?"

"Now who's trying to give who an orgasm with provocative wordplay? Goodness!"

"Well...?"

"Top of my wishlist? I'm going to ask Giselle to do that for my birthday one of these years."

"Hope I get an invitation to that party!"

"You will," I chuckle, kissing her velvety rear end.

"Can you...be a little rough with me?"

Quick as a wink, I yank Annabelle's head back by her golden tresses and accelerate my velocity to a hellacious hammering.

"You like it?"

"I love it..." a barely audible Annabelle answers.

"Louder."

"I fucking love it!!"

"I've wanted to tug on this gorgeous blonde hair from the moment we met. You were so fucking hot for me, weren't you?"

"Yes..."

"Hot for my creamy, ten-year-old jailbait pussy?"

"You were ten??" Annabelle gulps as I pull her hair harshly. "YES!"

"How many times did you get off thinking about me that night?"

"Omigosh..."

"How many?!"

"SIX!"

"Good girl."

"Call me a whore..."

"I wouldn't dare. You're my precious little sweetie pie. Call yourself a whore."

"I'm a whore!"

"I don't believe you..."

"I'm a dirty whore!"

"You look like a squeaky clean goodie-goodie to me..."

"I'm your filthy little slut-bag ho-skank!!"

"Damn right, you're mine!" I bark.

"I wanna come! Please, Virginia, let me come?"

"I don't know about that. If you never come I get to do this forever."

"I'll let you fuck me forever, I promise! Please let me come for you, Virginia?"

"As long as you only come for me, you may come."

"All my orgasms are for you, Virginia! Forever and alwaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaays!"

Annabelle's climax feels like small firecrackers detonating all around my arm, setting off a chain reaction that overtakes her entire body. My eyes follow her cute little twitches as mini explosions course throughout the statuesque adolescent.

Her arms eventually give way and she collapses in a heap, while the baby pops and booms become more random and infrequent. I peek over Annabelle's elevated ass and she turns her head back to me, laughing softly to herself, her face wet with joyful weeping.

"I never knew how much I needed to be humiliated by a middle schooler. You're a great dominatrix."

"I...haven't even started middle school yet. Just finished 5th grade."

"Mmm...even better," she coos.

Annabelle's alluring anus dilates a bit and I impulsively treat her to one stroke of my tongue. She's instantly petrified.

"WHOA...good, golly, that just happened!"

"I'm sorry..." I fib, cozying up to her firm buttocks.

"No worries. I...liked it? I know this is a lesbian rite-of-passage and I should know better than to turn my back on an ass aficionado."

"I should have asked. It's just that she's so pretty and she's winking at me. I can't ever resist a sweet flirty butthole."

"It's...sweet?"

"So sweet." I plant the softest kiss right in the center of her rosebud.

Annabelle shivers with taboo delight and emits a squealy giggle.

"Well...who better to initiate me than The Astonishing Anal Girl and her Tantalizing Tongue of Truth?"

I place another small peck on one side of her anus.

"Mmm...can I trust you to keep my secret identity?"

"My lips are sealed. Don't wanna be subject to Anal Girl's infamous Brain-Erasing Butt Plug!"

I'm peppering more sweet smooches all around her charming pucker.

"Sure you don't..."

"Well...maybe just a little..." she giggles.

I draw in a whiff of Annabelle's ambrosial asshole and tour my tongue around her ripe rim.

"Mmm...hibiscus."

"My ass tastes like hibiscus? What does that even taste like?"

"Like a fragrant, spicy flower."

"Your palate is something else."

"Here," I say, taking hold of both her hands. "Come sit on my face."

"Omigosh..."

I lie back and help pull her up to bring her wonderfully wide hips to roost over my mouth. My tongue extends to tease her supple flesh and Annabelle's breathing grows heavy. She hasn't fully settled in, perhaps for fear of squishing me, so I lightly rub my hands along her back and thighs.

"Relax..." I instruct.

Annabelle folds her feet flat under her tush and allows her gorgeous glutes to give in to gravity. I feel satisfyingly smothered while I attach my lips around her anus. I hug her quivering thighs as I let my tongue go to town.

"Are you okay? Can you breathe?"

I inhale through my nose to prove to myself that I can and show her a thumbs-up, not wanting to suspend my sumptuous snacking with superfluous speech. I find my way into a good balance between licking and sucking which elicits a very appreciative Annabelle. Her adorable sighs and moans sustain me through several more minutes of ass eating but it will take some next level finesse to pop her cork.

"Your body is so mellowed out now," I observe, scratching my fingernails up and down her back. "How do you feel?"

"Peachy-keen! But...I really miss seeing your pretty green eyes."

My first instinct is to make fun of her alleged immunity to being swept away by romance, but then I remember I'm a cool chick not a mean girl.

"Wish you could see the view from down here. It's quite spectacular."

Annabelle dismounts my face and steals away to the other end of the couch. She takes in a good, long look at me. Somehow, even after all the raunchy things we've done, she still comes off so innocent.

I peer at her sideways and judging by the timid look in her eye, I must appear absolutely depraved.

"How do you want me?"

I slowly give her a once-over.

"Upside-down, back straight, booty focused towards the heavens."

"O-okay..."

Annabelle flumps her head and shoulders down on the floor in front of me and props her back flat against the sofa.

"Oh, yeah, this isn't awkward or vulnerable at all..." she quips.

I scoot forward, plant my feet on either side of her and peep down at Annabelle's flushed features.

"Scared?"

"A little..."

"Smart girl."

I rest my chin against her left butt cheek and we stare and smile at each other.

"Is this what you wanted?" I ask.

Annabelle grins and nods.

"Yeah?" I blow warm breath into her butthole. "You want to gaze into my eyes while I make love to your fresh, affectionate asshole?"

She nods again and I put my nose directly on her virgin opening to sniff deeply. I press my tongue into her spongy skin until it pokes through the tight muscular ring. I plunge lower and lower until the whole length of my tongue is inside her. I practically dislocate my jaw as I clamp my mouth on her ass.

"Holy crap, you ARE devouring me!"

I work my tongue muscles to thrust up and down while simultaneously making magic with my lips' slurping suction.

"So cute," murmurs Annabelle. "Sooooooooooooooo cute. So...CUTE. So cuuuuuuuuuuuuuuute!" She says this in a range of inflections like fifty times, inspiriting me to tongue-blast her more passionately.

"I can't believe the coolest, dishiest, most phenomenal person in the universe is tongue fucking my butthole!!!!!"

I'm basically headbanging now with my tongue bobbing in and out of her gaping ass.

"Wait...are you...can you...really...make me..."

Wrapping my arms around her middle and squeezing Annabelle tightly to my chest, I bury my face and tongue between her cheeks, bracing us both for the onslaught. Her clenched sphincter momentarily takes my tongue prisoner before loosening again once her booty starts smacking into my face with each orgasmic surge. I buoyantly let her beat me up until every last tremor has depleted.

"I had no idea I could come that way!"

I resurface and stroke Annabelle's thighs.

"Aren't anal orgasms wonderful?"

"Um...the BEST. You saved me, Anal Girl!"

I stand on the couch and strike a superhero pose, hands on my hips.

"That's what I do, young lady."

Annabelle laughs and she reaches up to me. I try my best to hoist her up to stand on the sofa with me but we crash down onto the cushions in a giggly tangle of limbs. I snuggle into her double Ds as she fixates on my left arm, caressing it lovingly.

"These lovely, lithe, pale arms are what I was most drawn to when you first walked in to my ice cream parlor."

"Really? I always assumed my hair was my most eye-catching feature."

"A close second, to be sure. I remember that Giselle mooning over this arm in particular had a lot to do with it, and now I think I know why..."

The memory of that morning causes me to snicker: "That was the day I introduced this appendage to her asshole."

"WAS THAT THE BEGINNING OF ANAL GIRL'S ORIGIN STORY??"

"Tee-hee! Yeah, kinda!"

"And I was there to witness the afterglow." Annabelle chokes back tears. "What a momentous day!"

I cuddle Annabelle tighter.

"You're so sweet. I want to keep you."

"You've got me..."

"Knock-knock! Is everyone indecent down there?" Giselle's voice rings out from halfway down the stairs.

"Yes, mom!"

"Virginia made a mess and needs a spanking!" Annabelle rats me out to Giselle.

"Virginia always needs a spanking. She's a naughty, naughty girl."

My chuckling jiggles Annabelle's breasts as Giselle appears in her purple satin robe and sits down next to naked Annabelle.

"Need a ride home sweetheart?" Giselle inquires.

Before she can answer, I pipe up, "Can Annabelle spend the night?"

"Really?" Annabelle asks me.

"Giselle makes the best breakfasts."

"Sold!" Then she turns to Giselle. "May I?"

"Of course, darlin'...as long as it's okay with your parents."

Annabelle grabs her phone from the end table and texts out loud, "Sleeping over at a friend's, see ya in the A.M."

She carelessly tosses her phone away and declares, "Done!"

"Annabelle gifted me her virginity," I report.

"I heard! We all did. It's front page news on Neptune tomorrow..."

Annabelle laughs, her cheeks tinged pink with chagrin. "We're a pair of loud-ass bitches, what can I say?"

"Aww, you sweeties...you both look so happy. I guess all that's left is a goodnight kiss..." Giselle leans over Annabelle to give me a soft smooch. She springs up to leave but I entice...

"Doesn't Annabelle get a kiss goodnight?"

Giselle settles back in next to her and brushes a flaxen hair away from her face.

"Does Annabelle want a kiss goodnight?"

"Yes, please..." a breathless Annabelle sighs, dreamily. Annabelle's open mouth rises to greet Giselle's and their tongues frolic merrily. Giselle grazes her hand over Annabelle's sensitive belly and Annabelle snatches Giselle by the back of her neck and aggressively pulls her closer. Their kissing grows more intense until Giselle calms her down by massaging Annabelle's temple. Giselle nibbles her way down to savor Annabelle's chin, plants one final peck on her plump lips, sweetly rubs their noses together, and lays a lingering kiss on the tip.

"Goodnight, Annabelle. Can't wait to taste Virginia on you again someday."

We ogle Giselle's fetching departure.

"You are so lucky," Annabelle gushes.

"Well...now you're lucky too."

"How so?"

"You clearly missed Giselle inviting you into a threesome...or foursome..."

"Nah, she was just being friendly."

"Annabelle...having an orgy is Giselle's idea of hospitality."

"Well...fuck me. I'm living inside a porno now too." Annabelle lifts my arm and kisses the tender underbelly of my wrist. "So much to look forward to."

"Mmm...I wish you could come with us tomorrow."

"Me too! Too bad I have to work, can't leave my parents in the lurch. But, hey...next time you all plan a Southern Sapphic sex tour, count me in!"

"You bet."

We breathe together in silence for a minute or two and then I take Annabelle's hand to lead her towards the stairs.

"Come on, let's go to bed. Have you ever slept with anyone before? I mean, I know you haven't, you know...but have you...just slept?"

Annabelle stops walking and suddenly looks very shy.

She shakes her head and says, "I've been...saving all these special moments...for you."

I hug her arm to my bare chest and continue escorting her upstairs.

"Oh, wow...you're gonna love it. It's the coziest feeling. Better than sex. Well...almost..."

(to be continued...)

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