Virginia, Giselle and Autumn's Pas de Trois: Unfinished Pleasure, Act Two (Chapter 14)

 

"I'm so frickin' anxious about tomorrow!!"

 

The bundle of nerves passing for Zinnia bursts into the guest room where Autumn and I are chilling, and she flumps down face first on the king-sized bed.

 

I take the opportunity to stroke her soft auburn mane while Autumn rubs her back.

 

"Aww, babydoll...what has you all like a cat on a hot tin roof?"

 

"I think I've bit off more than I can chew. What if I completely lose it?" Zinnia's muffled voice mumbles into the mattress.

 

"I thought `losing it' was the whole point?" Autumn quips.

 

Zinnia turns her head towards Autumn, observing, "Mmm...your feet are pretty."

 

She nuzzles into Autumn's bare soles to inhale their scent.

 

"She likes feet," I explain, unnecessarily. "So...Giselle's big gift is tomorrow?"

 

"Yeah...I told her I cannot enter my twelfth year of life a virgin."

 

I slink my shoulder to let one of the spaghetti straps of my cherry print camisole slide off.

 

"I know a girl or three who can help with that..."

 

Zinnia rolls over and rests her head in my lap, reaching back to pet my belly.

 

"Ooo, you're such a sweetie...but you know the rules: Giselle first, then y'all can have at me."

 

Zinnia gets lost in thought before continuing, "I know this ramps up the pressure on seducing Hannah, I'm sorry."

 

"Nah, it's all good. I'm like two moves from finding out what makes her tick."

 

Autumn smiles at my newfound self-possession.

 

"Where is Hannah, anyway?" I ask.

 

"She turned in early. We wore the poor girl out."

 

Can't say I blame her. After our peach picking adventure, we all went rollerskating (where Giselle and I were quite a sight in our fancy cocktail dresses, I gotta tell you), went for lunch, came back and went swimming in a nearby pond, made and ate another sumptuous dinner with Chelsea, and now are winding down from the day's activities.

 

"It's for the best. She needs her strength for when I take action tomorrow."

 

"I wish I had your gumption," Zinnia sighs.

 

"You do," I assure her as I brush her cheek. "You're just nervous because you love her so much."

 

"I love how you see me."

 

I gaze into her ocean blue eyes, caressing her temple until that big, beautiful brace-filled grin splashes across her face.

 

"There she is."

 

Zinnia notices the journal I'm holding for the first time.

 

"Whacha readin'?"

 

"Writing, actually. This is the diary of all our X-rated greatest hits."

 

"Ooo, am I in it?"

 

"Maybe..." I wiggle. "I was just catching up from this morning and Autumn is about to tell me a bedtime story."

 

"A spicy bedtime story?" Zinnia asks Autumn, gasping with glee.

 

"Muy picante, mi amor," she answers.

 

"Storytime!" Giselle bellyflops onto the bed from out of nowhere.

 

"Auntie!!" Zinnia squeals, receiving a sloppy smooch on her cheek.

 

With my pen poised to transcribe Autumn's oration, she spins her yarn...

 

"Once upon a time, not so very long ago, this very dawn to be exact, three wood nymphs went forth to forage for their morning sustenance.

 

"The youngest of the pixies, who was named for the first month of summer, dawdled behind the trailblazer whispering impish ideas in the ear of her bosomy blonde companion.

 

"Whilst the raven-haired ringleader climbed to reach the ripest fruit, the typically timid tawny teen set her tastebuds on another type of peach altogether. The eldest never wore undergarments to hasten the likelihood of such diversions, ergo the young tongue found no impediment to attaining her long-harbored craving.

 

"The juvenile, who knows the feeling of this tongue in her delicious derriere all too well, studied this concupiscent coupling with keen, convivial interest. Her modest chest heaved beneath her flimsy butterfly halter, producing peals of laughter at the vision of her machinations coming to pass.

 

"'Trade you a peach for a kiss, my dove?' the firstborn fairy proffered. The proposal was met with more giggles, so she plopped a peach in the small sprite's bushel and doubled over to deliver her prize. Another peach picked; another kiss planted. The puckish princess proceeded pruning the tree higgledy-piggledy, and for every plucked peach a pitter-patter of pecks pelted down on the pixie's pretty lips.

 

"Upon all drupes being depleted, the beauties kissed with open mouths, the youngest two of the trio's tongues tirelessly tantalizing the oldest from both ends.

 

"The slender, elegant fingers of the golden-headed maiden outstretched to come between the salivating smoochers, bringing two slick digits back to slide inside the dark nymph's lady parts. The most junior and wildest of the magical beings hiked the hem of her sempai's too short skirt and introduced two of her lissome fingers and tongue to the already occupied opening.

 

"The lasses indulged their mistress in just the manner of languid lovemaking of which she is most fond. They thrice venerated her with climax upon climax upon climax.

 

"Weak in the knees from the final quake, she shimmied down the back of the blonde and they all crashed to the earth in a heap. The lips and tongues of the youngsters frolicked together while the neck of the fair one was nibbled from behind. The middle girl swiveled to lock lips with her other woman when her extravagantly cushiony breasts were generously groped.

 

"The threesome made quick work of taking off one another's tops: the oldest, whose bouncy bust was the most petite, had her shirt removed by the youngest, and her slightly bigger but still bantam boobs were revealed by the in-between babe stripping off the skimpy butterfly cami. The aquamarine-eyed blonde's enormous assets were liberated when both girls lifted her sleeveless sapphire blue sweater, each of them claiming an orb for their amusement. The elfling regarded, with wide-open peepers and elevated eyebrows, her luscious life partner's underarm lavishly licked.

 

"The long, loving licks lulled the bounteous beauty into la-la land until her blue portals opened again to charm her cutie-pie. Raising a ripe peach to her pink lips, her teeth sensuously sunk into the supple flesh and juices ran down her chin and chest. Her beloved nipped up the nectar from her massive melons and the kneading fingers of her new playmate. The sprite's tongue gallivanted upward, stopping just short of her truelove's savory armpit. She saw the pleading look in her lover's eyes and quite literally and loudly swallowed her pride before obliging her lewd behest.

 

"Another bite of fruit produced more cascading cordials that the olive-skinned nymph thirstily lapped off the pale blonde body. All at once, the queen bee invaded the curvaceous child's panties by shoving her hand beneath the waistband of her tight white shorts.

 

"The first clitoral contact between the two older teens slowed the sands of time. The steadily circling finger set the pace. Tongues were everywhere – unhurriedly gliding along open mouths, exposed underarms, and ample cleavage. The mood shifted when the spoiled sweetheart's breathing sped up and she uncharacteristically shouted obscenities as her opulent figure exploded.

 

"Not satisfied with merely providing manual gratification, the sable-tressed siren peeled the shorts off the still delightfully distressed damsel while slipping out of her own skirt and slithered below to attach her lips on the blonde's undercarriage. The mischievous youth likewise divested herself of her Capris and buffed her baby smooth honey pot against her majesty's dark pubic forest.

 

"The tow-haired teenager got tongued from twat to tail over and over and over with the svelte, spiky-headed sprite hopping in the lap of the lusty lady. Then the adolescents popped the chunky platform mules off their goddesses' feet and lifted one set of toes to share as a slobbery snack.

 

"The flavor of the fair filly's fanny had the alpha fairy frothing at the mouth herself, and the trinity of tasty tarts gulped and galloped their way to another round of riotous rapture. The Maknae's persistently quivering thighs bounced forward to perch on the pretty punim of her oneesan while she forced seu unico amor verdadeiro to her feet so she could plant her face in her blonde bush. With the girls gaudily gobbling vagina, the shapely sweetie satisfied her own sweet tooth by pecking at her half-eaten peach and sending syrup sliding down her stomach and straight into her main squeeze's mouth.

 

"Meanwhile, the most mature missy grooved on the feel of the clean-shaven cunt copulating with her cooperative cakehole. One more mighty munch of fruit fostered a flume flowing between the mountainous mammaries, rushing over the toned tummy, around the young, upturned chin betwixt the lightly tanned legs, and directly down the budding body to where the nethermost tormenting tongue dwelled.

 

"This aphrodisiacal aperitif fired up fierce facial fornication and the central seductress got as good as she gave from top to bottom. Ravaged by one rip-roaring pounding after another, the pleasantly punished prima donna leapt up, licking the littlest lesbian head-to-toe. The trifecta crushed peaches all over their soft skin and frittered away their final mystical moments together tonguing one and all to each other's previously pristine status...by all outward appearances, that is."

 

As Autumn finishes her fable, a refreshing breeze whispers in the window in a vain attempt to simmer down her aroused audience. The sweat on her brow makes Zinnia the most visibly venereous, although Giselle's shallow breathing and the contoured way she's spooning her "niece" bespeaks her ready randiness. Having two hot-to-trot heads in my lap and Autumn's erotica in my ears leaves me with a considerable itch to scratch myself, but I still need to keep my shirt on (so to speak) for the benefit of our most inexperienced bacchanalian. I cede breaking the silence to Zinnia...

 

"Y'all take peach picking to the next level. I'm gonna get me a t-shirt that says, `I went to pick peaches with my sexy cousin and all I got was a bunch of lousy fruit.' True story?"

 

"Every word," Autumn confesses.

 

"Even all those times your usually unpretentious self was a princess...prima donna...goddess?" Giselle teases.

 

"Alpha fairy...queen bee..." I pile on.

 

"Her majesty..." Zinnia, Giselle, and I genuflect in unison.

 

Autumn's cheeks glow as she addresses Giselle specifically, "You, my love, know better than anyone how it feels to be worshipped by two youthful angels."

 

Giselle's turn to blush: "Touché."

 

"Thanks for the steamy story, Ichigo!" I place an appreciative kiss on Autumn's lips. "You know I loves me a fairy tale with healthy mentions of cunts and twats."

 

Giselle reaches over and pets Autumn's thigh.

 

"What got me all creamy was the bit where you spoke Korean, Yiddish, Japanese, and Portuguese in the same sentence."

 

"Ohh, yeah, you love that."

 

"You're fluent in all those languages?" Zinnia asks Autumn.

 

She nods, "...and then some."

 

"Gosh, Auntie, if I knew that was all it took to make you moist, I would pay more attention in French class!"

 

"Well, I'm afraid that's an Autumn-centric fetish."

 

Zinnia spins in Giselle's arms to face her with a huge grin.

 

"I wonder what makes you perv out about me?"

 

"Wonder no more..." Giselle astounds us all when she sensually traces her tongue over Zinnia's braces. Giselle rounds out her tour gliding along Zinnia's lower gumline and commences another circuit covering her already dewy lips. Zinnia closes her mouth, wrapping her lips around Giselle's tongue, and sucks sweetly. Autumn and I practice cafuné (it's Brazilian...look it up) on the couple while they warmly make out for several minutes.

 

A dazed Zinnia turns her hazy gaze up to me as Giselle nibbles her earlobe.

 

"See? You have three very capable French tutors all to yourself!" I bend down to land an upside-down slow-motion pashing on Zinnia. Her soft lips, her even softer tongue, the contrasting roughness of her braces – nowhere near as abrasive as one might think – all add up to a perfect first kiss.

 

"You are the horniest little thing; I just adore you!" Zinnia praises. "You're determined to incite an orgy prematurely, aren't you?"

 

"A kissing orgy, maybe! Everything above the shoulders, I promise..."

 

"Okay..."

 

I dive down for more deep tongue-kissing and Autumn rolls onto her tummy so she can snuggle into Zinnia and lap at her clavicle like a kitten drinking fresh milk. Giselle carries on nuzzling her neck and nipping on her ear.

 

Autumn's graceful fingers turn Zinnia's head towards her by the chin so they can introduce their lips to one another. I bestow small kisses upon Zinnia's closed eyelid while Giselle lays long, luxurious licks along her nape.

 

Zinnia rolls back towards me and my lips linger on her right eyelid, then her left, the adorable tip of her nose thereafter, followed by her rosy cheekbone, and the other, finally settling into her thoroughly smitten mouth. With Autumn and Giselle serving serene smooches to her chin and cheeks, Zinnia and I trade off enveloping each other's tongues between our lips.

 

Getting giddy from the strong suction, Zinnia traps my tongue and slips her hand behind my neck so she can reshuffle herself to have me cradle her in my arms. Our unbroken canoodling now has Giselle kissing Zinnia's forehead and Autumn brushing her lips against my shoulder.

 

After many minutes of tender embracing, I lift up to look at Zinnia's contented expression. Her eyes cast up to see Giselle leering at her with the same lustful reverence that I have been dishing up for her. Zinnia's hand hooks the back of Giselle's head and pulls her into another inverted kiss.

 

Autumn seizes her shot at some sublime screwing around with me when she redirects my participation from that of voyeur to acquiescent concubine. I can usually do a number on Giselle, and seemingly most other girls, but when it comes to Autumn, I am always putty in her hands. She vacuums up my tongue and paws at me all over. Our wiggling creates such a commotion, we disturb poor Zinnia's evolving wish fulfillment.

 

"Umm...are they always like this?" she asks Giselle.

 

"Virginia always flips her switch. It's all the adorbs."

 

"Get a room!"

 

I exercise no urgency in ending my kiss with Autumn. When I'm good and ready, I fix a stare on Zinnia.

 

"I must channel my sexual energy somewhere after your resistance to my advances. That's on you."

 

"As soon as Giselle makes a woman out of me, I'm coming to rip your clothes off first, just you wait!"

 

"Joke's on you...I hardly ever wear clothes!"

 

We all giggle over our girlish repartee until Giselle says to Zinnia...

 

"You never told us your favorite part of Autumn's story."

 

"Well, much like this recent revelation that Virginia sends you into orbit," Zinnia addresses Autumn directly. "I just liked learning all sorts of new things about you."

 

"Such as...?" Autumn inquires.

 

"Your affinity for armpits."

 

"Mmm..." Autumn yearns. "We can trace the origin of that particular kink back to Virginia too."

 

Autumn raises my wrist aloft and goes in for an in-depth taste of my underarm.

 

"Ichigo!!"

 

"That's the hottest thing I've ever seen!" Zinnia cries. "I wanna try!"

 

She lifts my other arm and starts licking my ticklish flesh.

 

"Zinnia! We're supposed to stay above the neck!"

 

"You said shoulders, so I think this is in bounds. Besides, that rule is only for me."

 

Zinnia and Autumn soldier on while Giselle broadly grins at my helplessness. She watches my despairing eyes as I teeter on the edge between suffering and satisfaction. A cold sweat breaks out on my scalp due to my indecision as to whether or not to let myself come. Fortunately, Zinnia aborts her amorous attack not a moment too soon so she can analyze this aberrant activity.

 

"Heavens to Betsy," she begins with a voice that could melt frozen butter. "If you're this yummy here, the rest of you must be tastier than the blue-ribbon pie at the county fair!"

 

"She is," Autumn and Giselle say as one.

 

Then Giselle notes, "I love how the friskier you get the more Southern you become."

 

"I know, I'm a cliché. Alright, I'm fixin' to get me one more taste..." Zinnia tongues my underarm again. "Okay, one more..." Lick. "Last time, I swear..."

 

"Come'ere, my sister in depravity..." Autumn mashes her mouth against Zinnia's so she can blend the flavor of my left armpit with that of my right. She hoists Zinnia up in her arms in order to press her close to her bosom.

 

The heat rising from their bodies is unreal, although even more intense is the smoldering in Giselle's eyes right before she launches herself upon my kisser and locks me into an epic grapple for oral dominance. We go at each other like the voracious vixens we are, until I get the sense we're being watched.

 

Sure enough, Zinnia and Autumn are gawking at our verve. I instantly pounce on Zinnia and Giselle grabs Autumn by the hair and has her way with her. Pushing Zinnia's head down to rest in Giselle's lap, I lie my full weight on top of her and snog the living daylights out of her darling little braceface. The feel of her developing body beneath me is so comforting and arousing all at once.

 

I'm so rapt with Zinnia, I have little perception of how Giselle and Autumn are getting on, but it sounds like they're having a grand old time. Our discordant chorus of smacking lips, youthful giggles, and impure moans fills the room. I allow Zinnia's hands to roam wherever they please while I stay above board and confine my touching within the prescribed parameters. After roughly running my fingers through her hair, and getting a goodly rubdown myself, I mellow out my kisses and brush my fingertips against her temple.

 

We both get the same urge to look upon one another and our lips take a brief intermission so we can take in our affectionate eyes, flushed cheeks, and spellbound smiles. I melt into her mouth again and we kiss ardently without a break until she crushes me close fondly and sucks the breath out of my lungs before releasing me.

 

"I love having you on top of me so much!" Zinnia declares.

 

"Ohh, that's the best," Giselle agrees.

 

Autumn tugs at my pigtail, rolling me onto my back.

 

"Virginia is our favorite cuddle companion," a dreamy-eyed Autumn says as she crawls over to press her plump lips against mine. Her slim but curvy hips ease onto me followed by her belly, ribcage, breasts, and shoulders all floating down and filling in all the space between us. I wrap my legs and arms around her and drink in her cushiony kisses.

 

Autumn redistributes her intimacy over to Zinnia and Giselle swoops down upon my fleetingly forsaken face. With Zinnia and me nestled in Giselle's lap, Autumn on top of us, and Giselle on high as all good goddesses should be, we keep on swapping smooches between ourselves till we're lightheaded from welcome wantonness and unfortunately weary from the lateness of the hour.

 

I share one final kiss with Zinnia and lay my palm on her cheek.

 

"Mmm...that's better."

 

"What is?" she asks.

 

"Your angst."

 

Zinnia laughs, "This was quite an elaborate stress reliever! You could've just given me an Advil and a neck massage."

 

"This is more fun. It's not like we didn't get anything out of it."

 

Zinnia stretches indulgently. "I could laze away the night right here."

 

"Well, that's good news since you're sleeping with us tonight," I inform her.

 

"Really?"

 

"You needn't sleep alone again, dumpling. We'll see to that."

 

Zinnia glances around our cozy quartet as tears well up in her baby blues.

 

"I fucking love all y'all!" We squish Zinnia from all angles. "My girls..."

 

My pretty peer pivots so I can snuggle her from behind and Autumn spoons into me. Zinnia dozes off almost immediately and soon I find myself in a cocoon of slumber when I feel Autumn's muscles soften around my back, waist, and thighs.

 

Giselle lies facing us with her exquisite arm draped over her three young lovers. The kiss she plants between my brows electrifies me more than all the others, and the charmed eyes of my first and deepest love gaze upon me until they too close blissfully.

 

I load my brain with visions of all the lesbolicious fantasies I will make real for these lovely ladies come tomorrow as I drift off to dreamland.

 

(to be continued...)

 

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