Virginia, Giselle and Autumn's Pas de Trois: Unfinished Pleasure, Act Three (Chapter 15)

 

Howdy, my little chickadees! It's your friendly freelance country girl Giselle here, filling in for our familiar, freckle-faced narrator while she snoozes sweetly in the arms of our adorable Autumn.

 

I have risen with the sun, and the Zinnia-shaped layer of our slumber sandwich has already peaced-out to Goddess knows where, leaving me an unobstructed view of my venerable Virginia. I'm so proud of her blossoming into this paragon of polyamory with such aplomb – first with Autumn, then Annabelle, Zinnia, our nameless nymphet from yesterday, and soon, Hannah. I know she gives me all the credit for being her guiding light in all things d'amour, but in truth it's her bright-eyed, open-hearted spirit that really inspires me to spread my wings.

 

I place a tender kiss on her brow and go to grab a quick shower. Back in the guest room, I'm tying the belt on my purple satin robe when I spy Zinnia out the window greeting the new dawn in her plaid flannel jammies and a mug of coffee in her hand. Stealing downstairs for a cup myself, I ascertain that we're the only ones awake, and I head out to join my forbidden heart's desire in the backyard.

 

Far off in the distance, Zinnia lies on her stomach facing away from me with her heavenly bare feet kicking up and down. I approach casually, the springy grass feeling cool and fresh against my own naked soles. Doubling over at the waist, I lick her pretty pink foot from toe to heel as I stride past.

 

Zinnia giggles, "Good morning, auntie!"

 

I settle down on the lawn just in front of her and find that she's busy applying black nail polish to her fingernails.

 

"Best morning, you mean."

 

"Oh? How so?"

 

I take a slow, sensuous sip of my coffee.

 

"You're here...I'm here...everyone else is asleep..."

 

"You want to do THAT...out HERE??"

 

I smile and smooth Zinnia's auburn tresses.

 

"Making love outdoors is...magical. It's how I've always pictured it."

 

"You've...thought about...being with me...that way?"

 

"Of course..." I affectionately brush my fingertips under her chin and stroke my thumb against her cheekbone. "You're my precious little miracle."

 

The full extent of her sexy braces is on display in Zinnia's splashy, wide grin, and her arms circle my waist as her head snuggles into my lap.

 

We breathe together for a moment until Zinnia reveals, "I always believed my infatuation was one-sided and you've just been humoring me."

 

"I wouldn't lead you on like that..."

 

Zinnia looks up at me with those irresistible aquamarine eyes.

 

"So, why didn't we do this two years ago?"

 

"You were so young..."

 

"But I was ready."

 

"I know, darling. I wasn't."

 

Zinnia considers her next question.

 

"So, what's changed?"

 

A warm, fuzzy feeling washes over me and I cast my gaze down with a mischievous smirk.

 

"Virginia?" Zinnia asks.

 

My eyes meet hers again and I nod.

 

"She sure has a knack for broadening one's horizons, that's for sure. She had me playing with myself in front of her five minutes after we met!"

 

"That's my girl! She just...makes everyone around her their best selves. She's so...free."

 

My lip quivers and a couple of tears fall.

 

"I love seeing you in love. I was so jealous at first when mom came home waxing lyrical over Virginia, but now that I know her, I feel so..." Zinnia dissolves into giggles.

 

"What a blessing that we both have special girls now in our lives who make us melt instantly, and one of them we have in common. It was always meant to be this way."

 

She looks upon me for a moment with all the love in the world.

 

"You'll always be the first who made me feel like this."

 

"Oh, Zinnia..." We both are on the verge of tears and I lean over to place a small kiss between her eyebrows. She giggles and burrows her nose into the silken fabric of my dressing gown.

 

"You smell so good..." Zinnia's feline fingers pry my robe open. "You're still blonde down here! I miss you as a blonde..."

 

Zinnia ensconces herself in my vulva as easy-breezy as can be. Were I to close my eyes – which I daren't lest I miss a millisecond of my longest admirer's maiden muff munching – I'd swear that I was being attended to by a sophisticated Sapphic artiste with years of practice. The curious calm she brings to our coupling quiets the qualms I've harbored over corrupting a child I've known her entire life. Clearly her avowed aptness wasn't presumptuous posturing and my heart bursts with pride over Zinnia's innate intimate intricacies. This poise must be part heredity and part upbringing for it's the same unflappable nature that I've always been so drawn to in Chelsea.

 

Perhaps her considered carefulness also stems from an unfounded fear of scraping me with her braces, when in fact nothing would thrill me more. They felt delightful against my lips and tongue last night and I can't wait to feel them elsewhere. Whatever the reason, I am grateful for the genuine gentleness of Zinnia's kind canoodling with my coochie. Her gracious lips wonderfully woo my labia for a most unmeasurable spell until the balmiest orgasm blows through me like a summery breeze.

 

Zinnia pushes herself into an upward-facing-dog position to press her gratified grin to mine. From between her braces, I nip some of the nectar she coaxed from my honey pot, and we treasure tasting each other's tongues for a bit. Her kisses travel down my chin and neck, into my cleavage where she nudges aside my robe to reveal my left breast. Smiling salaciously, she familiarizes herself with this first feast for her eyes before making a meal of me with her mouth.

 

As measured as she was in her muff diving, she is outright manic when faced with my modest mammaries. Her high-spirited tongue takes an around-the-world tour before endeavoring to climb my pert peak. That arresting nose I love so much playfully fidgets with my attentive nipple, and she teases my tit with intermittent quick licks between nuzzlings.

 

At last, her whole mouth surrounds my orb and my, oh my, do her braces feel marvelous against my areola! She gobbles my nipple and jiggles my jug with her undulating jaw. Then she rocks her head side-to-side, softly squishing into me, sucking sweetly.

 

A hopeful moan buzzes across my lips and Zinnia catches the pleading look in my eyes.

 

"Jeepers, auntie, can you come like this?"

 

"Mm-hm...keep going..."

 

Zinnia's tongue flutters at my nipple, making my spine arch and tossing my head back. Gripping the grass and grabbing Zinnia behind the neck, I force her to latch onto my breast as I come and come and come.

 

I've no time to collect my wits before Zinnia completely unties my robe and nibbles her way down to my tummy, back into my hot little twat. I brazenly straighten my legs, splaying them wide, and thrust my hips forward to feel her braces on my innermost folds.

 

"Oh, so THAT'S how you like it!" she smiles, slurping my labia between her lips and teeth.

 

"I like everything!"

 

I giddily grind against her gnawing and raise my right foot to sprightly spank her bottom.

 

Then comes the game changer...

 

"Ah, fuck, YES...ZINNIA!! Chew my clit!! Chew it with your bawdy little braceface...FUCK!!!"

 

My blow-up bangs into her mouth and I let loose with a cacophony of sounds that surprise even me.

 

Zinnia giggles at me, "Hashtag Noises You're Not Supposed to Make Your Auntie Shout."

 

I suddenly feel intensely shy.

 

"Aww, Giselle...why so bashful?"

 

"I get shy sometimes. Would you rather have a naughty auntie or a demure auntie?"

 

"Can I have both?"

 

"Best answer..." I lean over to kiss my chosen kin.

 

While doting on Zinnia's dulcet dimples, a prideful smile grows across my face.

 

"What?"

 

"Girl, you were born to eat pussy!"

 

A rare blush blooms in Zinnia's cheeks.

 

"Well, you would know! You helped birth me..."

 

Biting my lip, I let shyness infuse me again. I scan her blossoming body before prowling predatorily on hands and knees over her prone physique.

 

"Where...shall I begin with you?" Out of the attractive array of goodies, her uplifted foot stands as the most mouth-watering. "May as well pick up where I left off..."

 

I fill my lungs with the scent of her sole, and then I go to town, licking her all over.

 

"Oh, auntie...you have no idea how long I've waited to feel your tongue on my feet."

 

"I believe I have some idea..." I engulf her three middle toes and vacuum them up like there's no tomorrow.

 

"Oh, fuck, that's hot!!"

 

My tongue swishes in between each toe and Zinnia squeals with ticklish laughter. Then I soothe her by sucking on her toes two-by-two and then one-by-one, taking my own sweet time with each darling little piggy.

 

"Mmm...I love these..." I purr, pawing at her rosy heel. My tongue savors the smoothness of her ankle and calf as my hands slide up to her hips. Gently guiding her haunches upward, I rub my cheek against Zinnia's flannel-clad buttocks while my fingers wander all over her thighs and backside.

 

Zinnia moans and delicately lies her head on my bare feet which are fortuitously folded together in close proximity. She is lulled into a false feeling of safety, shattered when I yank down her PJs and lavishly lick all around her bare bottom.

 

"I see I'm getting naughty auntie first."

 

"You always get naughty auntie to some degree." My tongue draws nearer and nearer to the pink rosebud of my desire.

 

Zinnia titters tensely. "I was warned about this..."

 

"About what?"

 

"Your penchant for ass. That it's addictive."

 

"By whom?"

 

"My mom."

 

"I love how you talk openly. You two have the best relationship."

 

"Can we not talk about my mom while you're...?"

 

"You brought her up."

 

"Fair enough."

 

I probably shouldn't mention how she and her mother have a similar flavor, so I'll keep that particular kink to myself.

 

Zinnia goes completely stiff as I skirt around the edges of her appetizing anus.

 

"Relax..." I implore, caressing her legs and back.

 

"'Relax,' she says, as my lifelong inamorata prepares to devour my butthole."

 

I giggle and finally lay the entire width of my tongue on her tender orifice. Zinnia's whole body turns to pudding.

 

I'm loving this unconventional ass eating angle and I get in a few more licks before I realize I should check in with my burgeoning Lolita.

 

"Is this position okay? Or would you like to watch me?"

 

"It's perfect. I fear if I see those dreamy blue eyes I'll come too quickly."

 

"Yeah?" I ask, smacking my lips. "In no hurry to end your anal ordeal anymore?"

 

"Nope, I'm a convert. I want this to go on forever."

 

"Then I have good news for you..." I whisper directly into her asshole. "I'm never leaving." And I drill deeper, producing shivers and more cutesy nervous laughter.

 

I idle away several beatific moments moistening her butthole. My young concubine writhes and whimpers beneath me, eventually murmuring something I most likely wasn't meant to hear:

 

"Mommy was right..."

 

I choose not to address this disclosure, in spite of how much it turns me on. Instead, I sink into her supple sphincter and stir up her insides for a spell.

 

"Oh, Giselle..."

 

"Mmm...I wish I could see your face. You must look adorably lewd."

 

"So...happy..." Zinnia whispers.

 

"Aww, sweetheart...I'm so glad," I say, slurping up an unladylike swig of spit. "You know, there's another girl here who loves this almost as much as you seem to..."

 

"You?"

 

"Close..."

 

"Virginia?"

 

"Yes, well...she's happiest being the benefactor..."

 

"June?"

 

"Goddess help us, what a bunch of anal whores we are. Perhaps, but, no!"

 

"Autumn??"

 

"Yes!"

 

"She's so cool and refined, I never would have –"

 

"She's a straight-up freak, minus the straight."

 

"Wow! She's so tiny and you with your face all up in there...wait, you said Virginia is more of a giver...does she just eat ass for breakfast, lunch, and dinner?"

 

"Teatime, coffee breaks, midnight snack...yeah, pretty much! That is when she's not shoving all sorts of other things where the sun don't shine..."

 

"Uh...elaborate?"

 

"Fingers, forearms, feet..."

 

"Forearms?? FEET???"

 

Poor baby's gonna pop so hard in a second...

 

"She's our pre-teen anal queen."

 

Zinnia vibrates all over and I hold her fast, trying my best to contain her while also keeping my tongue in her tush. Her tremors become more extreme so I glue my lips to her pucker which only prolongs her pleasurable palpitations.

 

"Geez, Louise, I have an amazing auntie!"

 

I can't stop tounging her twitching tidbit.

 

"You're only just now figuring that out?"

 

"Oh, your awesomeness is common knowledge, I just had no idea how awesome."

 

My long licks in her crevice are inching closer and closer to her honey pot.

 

"Is it gauche that I was fantasizing about Virginia foot fucking your asshole during my first orgasm with you?"

 

"I'm never not thinking of Virginia, so...no? Dream on, darling..."

 

Zinnia squeals, "Ahhh, her lithe little limbs stuffing you every which way, I just can't even..."

 

And she comes again.

 

I slip my tongue down into her dewy labia.

 

"Oh, Giselle!!"

 

"Here, don't move..." I instruct, crawling over Zinnia and swinging around to bring up the rear. "I wanna eat you from behind...is that still doing it for you?"

 

"Definitely! I feel so decadent. Except..." With her ear to the ground, she twists her upper body just in time to see me euphorically tuck into her vagina. "Oh, auntie, you look positively lovestruck by my lady parts!"

 

"That's because I am," and I don't come up for air for several minutes. I'm so grateful she finally turned her face to me so I can read all her smitten and smutty expressions with her eyes rolled halfway into her head and the early morning sunlight gleaming off her glorious brace-filled grin. Giving my tongue a rest for the most part, I just push my mouth all the way in there and do what I do best: gingerly drawing her labia and clit in between my lips, I hum merrily from the fresh flavor of her heretofore untasted pussy, feeling the tickle of her first crop of pubic hair on my cheeks.

 

My unhasty mollycoddling pays off moments later with Zinnia's carefree coming in my mouth. We sigh together in calm, contented concert until...

 

"Okay," I say, flipping her onto her side and whisking her pajama bottoms off her lower legs. "Naughty auntie is back..."

 

Propping her left leg up with my shoulder, I start scissoring all sanity out of my sassy sweetie-pie. Zinnia's bewildered, blissed out expression is so precious as we crash, smash, and gyrate our slick cunts into one another. We hump madly, grunting, cussing, and cackling in manic delight, until I let go of her ankle to lean back on my palms and let my hips do all the work.

 

I pivot to peer at the pretty paw still perched against my clavicle and I proceed to lick her sole clean.

 

"Oh, fuck, Giselle...you're making me so happy!" she cries, detonating into my muff.

 

I hug her foot to my face.

 

"Mmm...I'll make you as happy as you want, baby..."

 

I sniff her toes and exhale orgasmically, shimmying in Zinnia's loins. She digs her nails into my thighs, bracing me for her restored sustained shuddering.

 

Once she catches her breath, Zinnia looks more relaxed than ever I've seen.

 

"Ahh...the lesbianing of Zinnia is complete," she declares.

 

"Not quite..."

 

I shove Zinnia onto her back and bounce over to mount her toothy, bracey smile.

 

"Oh, my! Mmm..." She drinks down my deliciousness and drives her mouth deep into my golden carpet. "You're so fluffy! I fucking love it..."

 

Her lips and tongue spiritedly draw circles in my labia with far more confidence than before. I wantonly squeeze my breasts, beaming with pride over Zinnia's evolving twat eating technique.

 

I close my eyes and turn my face to the sun while Zinnia's tongue firmly and methodically massages my clitoris. My thumbs and forefingers idly tweak my nipples as I chuckle and moan in immersive satisfaction.

 

Rolling my head down to see my young lover in action, I'm thrilled to discover her bright blue peepers gazing up at me adoringly.

 

"So pretty..." I fawn, running my fingers through her reddish-brown locks.

 

Zinnia's eyes smile, growing more and more drunk from my womanly whiskey sliding down her throat. I tenderly but unflinchingly hold her head in place so she can gulp down every last drop of my unceasing orgasm.

 

Amidst yummy sounds and grateful gasps, I grab Zinnia by the underarms to raise her spectacular sparkly grin to my own so I can sip some of my surplus girly goo from her braces.

 

My tongue unfurls into her warm mouth, sedating the pace of our smooches, and I fiddle with the second button on her pajama top. Zinnia halts our kissing to look down at my fidgeting fingers in sweetly smiling anticipation. Playing with the well-loved, threadbare garment results in the button coming off in my hand.

 

"Oopsie!" I pocket the button in my robe while sliding a manicured finger through the opening to touch her smooth skin.

 

Then I painstakingly undo her top button.

 

"This is one of my very favorite things..." I confess.

 

"What is? Flannel? You've always struck me as a silk girl."

 

"No, silly...undressing little girls for the first time."

 

"Omigosh, is that why you left this on me so long? I love you, you're such a pervert!"

 

My face explodes into a blushing laugh.

 

"I'm not gonna lie...I simply love young blooming bodies." I unhook the third button.

 

"Don't get me wrong, I'm here for it. I'm blessed to be the beneficiary of your hedonism. We all are."

 

I slip both hands under the fabric to remove her shirt and cup her warm, budding breasts.

 

"Mmm...now, where did these cuties come from?"

 

"Puberty."

 

"I love them..." I surround one puffy, pink areola with my lips and the spongy flesh melts in my mouth. I suck in the whole fledgling teat to try and gauge how big it will grow.

 

"These are going to be huge!" I predict.

 

"Really??"

 

"Mm-hm. Not as big as Hannah's, certainly, but...bigger than mine."

 

"Yours are perfect," Zinnia smiles.

 

"Sweet-talker..." I reward her with a kiss before going in for a sample of her other nipple. "Virginia's gonna go wild for these."

 

"Yeah?"

 

"You bet. She loves boobs in all shapes and sizes."

 

"How about you? What do you love?"

 

"Hmm...I love everything. But if I have to choose..." I flip Zinnia upside-down and tuck into her luscious asshole.

 

She giggles, "Careful...you're getting predictable."

 

"Worth it." I tongue-bathe her perky pucker and rub her creamy thighs. "You have great legs."

 

"Who, me?"

 

"You are your mother's daughter."

 

"Oh, I'm so sure. She's a babe-ilicious ballerina and I'm a layabout, but okay, whatever..."

 

"You're blessed with good genes."

 

"Well...thanks." Zinnia's indigo irises roll back in her sockets. "Uhhhhnnnn...Giselle, you're going so deep!! How do you still look like a goddess when you're tongue-banging my butthole?"

 

"I look like a goddess because I'm tongue-banging your beautiful butthole. You taste so good..." I dive back in for seconds.

 

Trusting my sturdy support of her upended carriage, Zinnia lies her hands above her head and languidly lolls to the left to sniff her succulent armpit. She lets me get in several long licks before asking...

 

"Giselle? Do I still smell like a pure maiden?"

 

"You smell wonderful."

 

"Oh, I know I do! But be honest...I reek of virginity."

 

"Well...you have to save some for the others. We'll have you smelling of Virginia soon enough."

 

"Omigosh! Can't wait!"

 

"She is my favorite perfume."

 

Dark curls from my messy bedhead fall across my line of sight, obscuring my vision of Zinnia's defenseless decadence and conjuring the thrilling illusion that my anal indulgences are originating from some secret sanctum. Her submissive sphincter succumbs to my lurid lapping and I sense a buzz building in her buttocks.

 

"Ohhhhh, this is what I feared...those effervescent sapphire eyes get me off too fast!"

 

"Show me. I want to see how you come..."

 

"Oh, you're gonna!"

 

I clamp my feet on either side of her head like a vice, so Zinnia has no escape from our fixed gaze. Her eyes and mouth go wide, electrified by the toe-curling intensity of her third anal climax.

 

Once her feet flatten and her hot little bod simmers down, I pull Zinnia up to my chest in a comforting cuddle, resting my chin atop her head. After a moment, I hear sniffing and feel the wetness of tears on my bosom.

 

"Oh, honey..." I embrace my overcome infatuate tighter.

 

"So happy..."

 

I, too, shed a few tears into Zinnia's hair and we weep softly together, awash with the emotions of this dream come true.

 

Zinnia turns her damp darling face up to me and I plant a dainty kiss on her nose.

 

She stretches her arms to the sky, making her nubile physique look so fresh and tasty.

 

"Mmm...a great fuck and a good cry; not a bad start to my sex life, don't you think?"

 

"Seems ideal to me. I hope it's been all you wished for."

 

Zinnia tries, and fails, to suppress a snicker.

 

"You're...not...serious..." She rolls onto her back, head in my lap, kicking her feet in the air, giggling uncontrollably. "I mean, look at you!!"

 

I do, genuinely clueless.

 

"What about me?"

 

"Oh, Giselle...it's adorable that you don't recognize your own fabulosity."

 

I shrug my shoulder against my cheek: "I wouldn't be me if I did."

 

"Demure auntie," Zinnia smiles. "Was I...?"

 

"You were..." My lower lip trembles and a bead of cold sweat races from my temple down my jawbone. "...perfection."

 

"Wow...really?"

 

I nod, sending a couple of tears flying.

 

"You're so raring to go and dauntless, but also...poised and graceful, especially..."

My face turns crimson.

 

"OMG, what??"

 

"...your tongue."

 

Zinnia blushes too and spits out a chortle.

 

"Auntie! I don't think I've ever been called graceful in my life!"

 

"Well, you're in your element now."

 

She lays my palm against her bare chest.

 

"Just feel my heart racing! You must see that I'm always a giddy nervous wreck around you."

 

"I know it feels that way to you, but you always exude the utmost self-assurance with me. How else do you think nine-year-old you had an all-night make out session with 21-year-old me?"

 

"Because you're a slut?"

 

"Zinnia! That was all your instigation. I would never..."

 

"Oh, no? You were pretty into it."

 

"Of course I was. But...you were my baby."

 

She hugs me around the waist.

 

"I'm always your baby."

 

I let a few more teardrops rain onto Zinnia's cheeks.

 

"Speaking of sluts..." I watch one of my tears marry with Zinnia's own. "Shall we go see what the others have in store for you?"

 

"Mmm...soon. I want you to myself for a bit." Then Zinnia's supine body is suddenly energized. "Hey, let's go for a dip!"

 

"Okay!"

 

And we dash down to the swimming hole, barenaked, silly, and free.

 

(to be continued...)

 

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