Virginia and Giselles Pas de Deux Chapter 16

Virginia, Giselle and Autumn's Pas de Trois: Unfinished Pleasure, Act Four (Chapter 16)

"Take it all, you fucking nasty little strawberry tart!" I bellow, boring my freckled forearm into Autumn's creamy cunt up to my elbow.

With heart-shaped pupils and her tongue hanging loose from her slackened mouth like a sex-crazed bishojo, Autumn pants, "Gimme all you got, Snowflake! I need it!!"

Many a morning after spending the night with Autumn and Giselle begins in this fashion: a blissful slumber recharges my batteries so much, I have all this pent-up energy and can't keep my hands off, or out of, my dearest loves. Today is different, of course, since we are guests in Chelsea's tranquil countryside home and Giselle has already stolen away with Zinnia to show her the time of her life, so Autumn gets to bear the brunt of my sunrise surge of Sapphic sexuality. She doesn't seem to mind.

Drool dribbles down her chin and onto the once-clean sheets, now soggy with evidence of our lovemaking. My arm is crushed by Autumn's thunderous orgasm until her all-fours position crumbles beneath her and she crashes to the bed, freeing my invading limb.

I admire my handiwork – my stunning teenage trollop fallen to her prepubescent dominatrix, recovering in a fetal pose, prone to whatever further perversion I choose to inflict upon her. Secure in the knowledge that she's forever my plaything, I prefer to leave her be and scan her glistening figure. Her body unfurls with a sigh as she rolls onto her back, legs and arms akimbo. I watch her tight, olive-skinned tummy gently rise and fall while her breath regulates.

"Good thing...we're...getting this...out of our system now..." Autumn wheezes. "I don't think our tenderfoot playmates can handle the full power of Virginia."

"I don't know," I shrug. "I've had pretty good luck with first-timers so far. June seems UFA."

"UFA?"

"'Up for anything.' If I'm going to be this hip chick, I figure I should have a new slang term to my credit."

"Come here, cool girl..."

Autumn pulls my sweaty self on top of hers and our moisture seeps into each other's skin as we kiss deeply.

She pauses our soulful smooches to ask, "Need me to release some hydraulic pressure for you, Snowflake?"

"Nah, I'm good."

"I know you are."

I survey Autumn's provocative smile.

"I mustn't make a mess of this spotless guest room..."

"Mustn't you?"

"...however, that's the face of a girl just begging to be splattered."

"Is it?"

She says nothing more but her alluring arched eyebrow speaks volumes.

"Okay, let's go!" I grab her by the hand and bring her across the hall to the bathroom to shower her thrice over. Oh, and we bathe while we're at it, too.

Back in our room, I slip into my pink babydoll nightie and Autumn helps me wrangle my hair into three even tails on each side, just like Shirai Kuroko's in A Certain Scientific Railgun, and ties them off with a rainbow of scrunchies.

Then we head down the back stairs to the kitchen and kiss Erin and June good morning. They've been busy making peach scones for breakfast and are now getting started baking pies. Autumn stays to help while I grab a scone and a mug of coffee and go off to find Hannah.

Through the darkened dining room, I see the glow of a television and hear the clicking of a game controller. I first catch sight of Hannah's naked toes as I round the bend. She's holed herself up in an easy chair wearing the same black miniskirt and spaghetti strap Inu-yasha top as she had on in the first photo Giselle showed me of her.

I plunk myself down at her feet and chirp, "Mornin', Hannah! What are we playin'?"

"Oh, hi...um...Addams Family Mansion Mayhem."

"Neat!" I pick up a spare controller. "Can I play Wednesday?"

"You are Wednesday."

I splay my fingers over my heart, genuinely touched.

"Oh, my goodness gracious, thank you! I do hope I have a slightly sunnier disposition, however."

"You do! I meant...you're cool like Wednesday."

YES! I dare not belie my newfound status so my inner dork dances around singing, "I am the cool girl! I am the cool girl!"

Turning to the game, I ask, "Okay, so what are we doing here?"

"We need to collect doubloons to unlock weapons and earn crests to save the mansion from being turned into an escape room attraction by this sleazy developer named Kyle."

"Fuckin' Kyle." My Wednesday spawns into a graveyard and I start picking up coins. "You're playing Morticia? That makes sense."

"Why?"

"Because you're sexy and mysterious."

"I'm mysterious?"

"All shy girls are. It's cool, I love shy girls. I used to be one."

"Really?"

"Mm-hm."

We play in silence for a minute until Hannah throws her whole body into an especially spirited maneuver, inadvertently pushing her tempting bare soles closer to my face. Impulsively, I give one of them a quick lick as I bust open a coffin full of treasure.

Hannah briefly flashes those wide eyes at me.

"Did you just touch my foot?"

"No..." I respond like that's the most preposterous thing I've ever heard. "I licked your foot."

She casts another super-hot astonished glance my way.

"What? Why?"

"Because they're RIGHT THERE. And so pretty and tasty."

"How can you tell they taste good?"

"I always know." I lay a more luxurious lick on Hannah's curvy arch.

Hannah and Morticia freeze in place while Wednesday jumps and my heart leaps.

After a few seconds, Hannah squeaks out, "Don't...stop..."

I abandon the game entirely and fully turn my attention to Hannah's feet. I look up at her from behind her toe pads, running my lips lightly along the soft skin.

"I'm sorry...was that `Don't. Stop.' or `Don't stop.'?"

Hannah swallows hard.

"Which one means I get my feet licked again?"

I say and do nothing as our eye contact grows more intense. Then my heavy eyelids fall seductively and I start placing the gentlest kisses on her feet.

Hannah draws breath profoundly when I begin sniffing and sucking her toes, pampering each little piggy in turn. Her considerable bosom heaves and her legs shift in such a way that suggests I'm tickling all of her pleasure points at once.

Finally I run amok, licking every last bit of her feet, losing my mind over the fabulous flavor and tantalizing textures.

Hannah clasps both hands over her mouth to keep from crying out.

Slobbering sloppily at her heel, I ask, "You okay?"

She nods.

"Keep going?"

She reluctantly lowers her hands to say, "Are there, um, other yummy, pretty parts on me?"

I smile, slyly.

"So many..." I train my tongue up her smooth calves and thighs and once I reach the hem of her skirt, I double back along her inner thigh, standing so I can lick up the entire length of her straightened leg. Holding her ankle aloft, I look down and discover the most delightful vision.

"Well, aren't we two of a kind?"

"In what way?"

I coyly lift my already revealing lingerie to show off my similarly unclothed coochie.

Hannah becomes quieter than quiet and turns red as a ladybug. I flump my body to the floor again to get a good gander at her fiery bush.

"I love how many common interests we have."

"I don't consider going without panties an interest, really, it's just comfortable."

"I find your clear lack of any undergarments whatsoever of great interest to me."

Hannah blushes again, more out of flattery than embarrassment this time.

"Is comfort the only reason?"

"I...was also hoping you would come find me today."

"Sexy and mysterious...you are full of surprises."

I bury my nose in her scarlet pubes and my lips and tongue in her luscious labia.

Hannah's enduringly agog expression fills me with encouragement to keep pushing her boundaries, so I press my face further into her hot snatch and pull out all the stops. I lick, nibble, and slurp with a vengeance until I realize she's turning blue.

"Remember to breathe."

She gasps for air, giddily.

I take five myself and style her foxy flaming red pubic forest.

"So elegant. I can't wait to look like this someday."

I sweetly lap at her clitoris.

Hannah bites her forefinger, moaning softly.

"You want to express yourself so badly. Come on, my beauty, I want to hear you."

She shakes her head, desperately.

"Please?"

Her spit-soaked finger falls and Hannah blurts, "Virginia is so cute licking my pussy, I'm going bananas!!!"

She's probably never been so loud in her whole life and it looks like an enormous weight has been lifted. I continue calmly tonguing her twat.

"You think I'm cute?"

"I think you're an angel."

Okay, now I'm gonna cry.

"Oh, Hannah, sweetheart..." I blow her a two-handed kiss and then lay the real deal on her vulva.

"Mercy me, your lips feel wonderful! How does someone look so innocent doing something so sinful?"

I make out with her muff for a minute while the most authentic answer swirls to the surface, surprising even me:

"My love is pure."

Hannah's breast swells with elation. Despite her being my greenest lover thus far – just barely into her teens and only a couple of years my senior – somehow the incongruity of her womanly body and sheer naiveté makes me feel way younger than my eleven years. It's like I'm experiencing the awe of discovery right along with her, and I hope I never lose this sense of wonder with every new lady love. And if my visions come to pass, there will be enough to populate a small village.

Peering into her pretty peepers and persistently pashing her pussy, I propose, "Tell me how you feel."

"Excited...terrified..."

"Happy? You look happy."

"So happy..."

"I'm so glad. Have you ever felt like this?"

"Never!" She huffs and puffs through my accelerated sucking on her labia. "How...how do you feel?"

I stop for a second and stare into her juicy vagina.

"Like I want to gulp down a gorgeous ginger's first orgasm."

My tongue waggles frenetically at Hannah's clit and I go cross-eyed from the clean flavor of her previously untouched womanhood.

"Ahhhhh, too cute!!!" she cries as her virgin fluids ooze merrily into my mouth. Her ample hips convulse and bash my face and I welcome the feel of her thighs slapping my cheeks.

Intoxicated by erotic elixir, I lift Hannah's shirt and lick every inch of her soft belly. Scrambling up to straddle her on the recliner, my tongue travels up her curvy side and settles into her armpit as she raises her arms to allow me to completely remove her top.

If Hannah looked stunned before, she is positively shell-shocked at this newest kink. Her eyes grow moist and delicate perspiration forms around her lips as her breathing slows and she fully gives herself over to me.

I chuckle at her countenance before sliding into her cleavage where my mood mellows appreciably. I wallow in cushy comfort while she strokes my hair. Her breasts are a trifle smaller than Annabelle's, but a close rival and no less impressive.

"Mmm...these are wonderful," I relish. "Has anyone played with them before?"

"I don't even touch them!"

"Oh, you must! They're making me so calm. Here..."

I bring Hannah's hand over to cup her right boob and it's so big I'm able to take a palmful for myself. I knead her sensually and she follows my lead.

Watching her expression intently, she bites her lip until finally her mouth falls open with a sigh.

"Good, right?"

"Amazing. You're amazing."

I let a toothy grin splash across my face which feels much more genuine to me than the arcane smirks I've been tossing around with my femme fatale façade. Then I morph into a mischievous grimace as I press her ring and index fingers together to trap her rosy nipple between them. I massage lightly and even this slightest bit of stimulus prompts Hannah to appear as if she's going to pass out.

I release my grip to leave her in a world of sensation of her own making. I feast my eyes on Hannah's aroused areola and increasingly erect nipple until I can resist no longer.

"Someone's having fun!" I comment before swishing my tongue over her tasty teat.

Hannah gasps and grinds her groin against my legs.

"Wow, so sensitive!" I marvel and envelop her engorged orb with my warm mouth.

"Virginia...your lips..."

"What about them?" I tease.

"So...soft..."

"Oh, Hanaka..." I climb up and mount her bosom. "You have no idea. But you're about to..."

I float a tender kiss onto Hannah's lips and her tongue eagerly darts up to dance with mine. We snog dreamily for a minute or two and the feel of silky skin on my haunches starts driving me wild.

"Here...let's do something really fun..." I guide Hannah's still present hand to hoist her hefty hooter so we can line up her nipple with my lubricious labia. The rapturous look on her face is so precious when I begin to subtly shimmy my loins around her glorious globe.

With palms firmly on my knees, I undergird myself and bear down on her bounteous bazoom to drum up a rhythm for our raunchy rumba. Growing bold, my arms rise above my head for a hands-free ride on her ripe and ready rack. My head rolls back and the tips of my Titian tails tickle Hannah's thighs.

"You're a goddess!" Hannah praises.

I form a heart shape with my hands as I bounce beautifully. This title feels earned and I reply, "Only because you make me feel like one."

Extreme enthusiasm ignites in Hannah's eyes and she grabs me by the neck and pulls me into a sultry kiss. I giddyup and gallop atop her gigantic gazongas. We canoodle copiously until my coochie is about to bust, but I control the cascade to a slow trickle that still manages to saturate her buoyant boobies.

"Omigosh, get up here!"

I clamber over to perch on the back of the chair and complete my climax in Hannah's mouth while her tongue gets to work on my next one. My juices coat her virgin tongue and flow over her chin and cheeks while she breathlessly endeavors to drink down every drop. For someone purported to be an unattainable prude, Hannah sure has taken a shine to me in record time. I won't overthink it and just enjoy the moment, but I do wonder how she'll feel when the other girls enter the picture.

I haven't long to meditate on this for I hear Erin's dulcet voice in the doorway: "Well, aren't these two getting on like a house on fire?"

"Eeeeeeeee, the cutest little butthole I've ever seen!" June squeals, followed by the most satisfying sequence of ten words ever. "May I eat it, Erin? Please, please, oh pretty please?"

The two seconds it takes for Erin to answer feels like an eternity to my uneaten asshole.

"Can't say no to that."

"Goody, goody, goody!" June claps like a kid getting permission to have ice cream before dinner. She scampers over and I'm pleasantly surprised when my thirsty tuchis isn't met with this same zeal, for her fetching fourteen-year-old fairy princess face floats daintily into my aching aperture. The contrast between her tender tonguing and Hannah's greedy gobbling drives me bonkers, so I can barely handle it when Erin's stacked self sidles into my sightline.

"I know that look," she says, sweeping a stray scarlet strand from my forehead. "My sweetie's giving you the royal treatment."

"Appropriate since she's our preteen anal queen," Autumn chimes in, appearing out of thin air, leaning in the archway to the dining room casually eating a slice of peach pie. I honestly can't decide what's more exhilarating – being licked by a duo of dishy dolls or being watched by two others.

"Is she?" Erin inquires with intrigue. "Do you give as good as you get?"

"No..." I answer shrewdly. "...even better."

"Ooo, you scrumptious little snack, you! How does it feel to have everyone in this house all hot and bothered over that spunky bod of yours?"

"Everyone?" I think to myself. My mind wanders to Chelsea who is presumably keeping a low profile up in her bedroom with nary a peach to nosh on, the poor dear. I may have to remedy that.

In lieu of embarrassing myself, I counter, "I'm undeserving of all this attention, especially when we have a brand spanking new scissor sister qualified for some beautiful blonde admiration."

"Is that so?"

"Mm-hm. She comes highly recommended."

"Permit me to check her references..." Erin and I share our first real kiss and she walks around the threesome – soon to be foursome – brushing her fingertips along our writhing bodies.

I crane my neck around to try and get a peek of Erin going down on a Hannah, but instead I'm treated to the sight of June dining on my derriere.

"Hey there, cutie patootie!" Oh, my goodness, she has the best smile.

"Hey, yourself."

June giggles and tucks back into my tush.

I know exactly when Erin finally makes contact when I feel Hannah's mouth melt and moan on my mons. I straighten my back upright so I can look down into Hannah's eyes for visual confirmation that she is still on board with lezzing out on the spur of the moment.

As hot as her entranced gaze may be, I need to be doubly sure we're not mistreating her.

"How's our girl?" I ask warmly.

Hannah shows me a thumbs up and I smile serenely.

I bend at the waist again, both for better balance on this over occupied easy chair and to give June the best angle for drilling her tongue to maximum depth. The only unfortunate side effect of this is I no longer have any sexy scenery to behold.

I'm not bereft of beauty for long; Autumn slinks into my field of vision and feeds me a forkful of pie. This added epicurean delight blends perfectly with our carnal recreation, but Autumn correctly assesses that I'll need even more to send me over the moon.

She sets the plate down on a side table and strokes my cheek with the backs of her fingers.

"Best girl." Autumn's onyx eyes twinkle playfully as she peers past me to call down to her willing thrall. "Erin...be a dear and suck on Virginia's toes for a spell, would you?"

"Don't have to ask me twice..." Erin goes way beyond her assignment, licking my sole clean like it's a dinner plate before Hoovering up all five tootsies at once.

My head swims as Erin takes my entire foot down her throat. Autumn looks lustier than ever I've seen her.

"I love you," I tell her hazily.

It appears as if her heart will beat right out of her chest if she doesn't devour me, so she does just that; Autumn's full lips smack lewdly against mine and I thrust my head forward, opening wide to receive all she has to offer.

Having all four teen tongues on me is almost too much to take, but it's a distant hushed voice that brings me to the brink.

"She's done it!" Zinnia whispers as the screen door to the sundeck squeaks shut behind her.

My buttocks bobble and thighs wobble before I'm reduced to a shambles of screams and shudders.

Zinnia rushes over to throw her grateful arms around me, herself a weepy mess.

"You're miraculous!" she raves.

Still quaking, I study her tear-soaked face, framed by half-damp auburn waves that must have been drying in the sun after a swim by all appearances.

"Look at you!" I goggle, finally taking in an eyeful of Zinnia's thorough nakedness. I lick my lips at her camera-ready legs and feet, the maiden meadow of fur on her pubis, and her pert pubescent peaks.

I spy an equally nude Giselle from the corner of my eye and query Zinnia, "Was it fun?"

"So fun!" Zinnia swoons.

"My turn!" Autumn announces in advance of ushering Zinnia away to have her way with her.

June slides down Hannah's body to help Erin finish eating her out. Then Hannah is struck by a bolt from the blue.

"I get it now! You taste like snowflakes!"

"That's right..." I lean over to sample a taste for myself from Hannah's sticky lips.

"And what do I taste like?"

Before I can answer, Erin and June respond in unison: "Coconut."

Hannah furrows her face at me, bewildered.

"What they said," I confirm.

"You're not serious?"

"A little sweet, a little tropical...coconut."

"I could go for catching a few snowflakes on my tongue," Erin quips saucily.

"What's this face?" I inquire of Hannah's suddenly wistful expression.

"It's just...we did so much before my very first kiss."

"Aww, honey...I'm your first kiss?"

"You're my first everything!"

"Oh, sweetie, I would have kissed you first thing had I known."

"It's okay, toe sucking is more memorable. I like being a lewd girl now. I'm owning it."

I give Hannah my softest kiss.

"Git along now. Go give Erin a thrill."

I smile at Hannah's emergent sangfroid and abandon ship over the side of the chair.

I find Erin waiting for me on her knees with hands folded in her lap, eyes closed, face upturned, tongue out, looking more like a kid in a snowstorm than a sixteen-year-old stunner with a penchant for prepubescent pussy.

Even though she's no more than a couple of feet away, I take my own sweet time traversing the distance between us. When I finally do land my labia on her perfectly pink tongue, she goes lightheaded as tears well up.

"So...pure."

"Can't say I've ever been called that!" I giggle.

Erin just sits there, silently savoring my essence on her palate.

At last, she says, "I'm getting more than snowflakes..."

She has another sample.

"Snowflakes..."

Lick.

"...and sunshine..."

Lick.

"...and stardust."

Erin's azure eyes open and shine up at me as she takes a long, luxurious lick.

"Oh, she's got it bad!" Hannah observes.

"Can you blame her?" June affirms.

My love-struck gaze casts in June and Hannah's direction and I learn that they've been looking on in rapt fascination.

June reaches out to pet my thigh.

"You like being watched, doncha, darlin'?"

I nod, dreamily.

"Well...Hannah can handle the voyeurism from here. I've a tantalizing treat that's not gonna eat itself!"

June dives into Hannah's muff again. Looking just as blissed out as I feel, Hannah holds her hand out to me and I accept her velvety offering. We bear witness to one another in the throes of ecstasy for a while until I return my attention to the enchanting Erin.

"Irish girls sure know how to set a fire smoldering together, don't we?" I ask her.

"I wouldn't know. You're my first kindred countrywoman." She goes in for another lengthy lick.

"Mine too! I think. Not too sure of the heritage of all the girls I've been with. All I know for sure is I'm a Cailin one-hundred percent."

"As I said..." Lick. "...pure. It's cool that you're such a young, experienced girl. Have you had a lot of anonymous sex?"

"Anonymous? Just one cutie. But I've started hooking up with this girl back home and we're just getting to know each other."

"Tell me about her." Lick.

"Her name is Annabelle, she's 15, so smart and hilarious, and tall and gorgeous and completely crazy about me."

"Of course she is." Lick. "Who wouldn't be?"

Feels good to talk about Annabelle. I hadn't realized how much her absence had left a hole in my heart. I smooth Erin's saffron hair that reminds me so much of Annabelle's.

"What about you, cuddle bunny? Lots of random chippies in your clearly accomplished cunnilingual career?"

She snickers in my snatch.

"No! I was monogamous until yesterday..." Without looking, Erin reaches over to fondle June's creamy calves. "This lovebug has been my one and only."

"You two are so sweet together. #relationshipgoals."

"And your first was...?"

"Giselle."

I glance across the room at my true love, dearly cradling Zinnia in her arms while Autumn shows her nirvana.

"Dang! You're a real go for the gold girl, huh?"

I shrug. "We're soulmates." I look over again at Autumn. "The three of us."

I feel Erin's heart melt as her lips engulf my vulva.

"Is there always this much banter in lesbian lovemaking?" Hannah asks in all honesty.

"There is with this lot," June jeers.

"It's an Irish thing," I reveal.

"Is anyone else craving Thai?" June solicits out of the blue. "Between Virginia's spicy, tangy tushy and this coconutty coochie, I'm fixing to hit up DoorDash for real. I could murder a plate of red curry right about now."

I demurely cover my mouth with my fingertips, managing to subdue my mirth to a chuckle, but Giselle, despite having slapped both hands over her puss, breaks into ungovernable laughter. Autumn somehow keeps her cool and stays on task.

"What?" June asks, innocently.

"Long story short," I explain. "Thai cuisine brings Giselle to orgasm."

Giselle gasps in astonishment at my slightly unfair assertion.

"Not always!" she protests.

"I want to see that!" Hannah erupts, wide-eyed as ever. "Erin, won't you make Virginia come? I want to watch her come."

"It's the journey, not the destination." Erin places patient pecks all around my punani.

"You've seen me come," I inform Hannah.

"I had a hand in making you come, but that doesn't mean I could see anything!"

"You had your hand in what now?" June jests.

"Whose fault is that, Little Miss Get Up Here and Sit On My Face??"

"I'll make Virginia come!!" June pounces on me and mashes her muffin into mine from underneath her too-short red satin chemise.

Erin, thrown back from the assault, relocates her unhasty vaginal veneration to Hannah.

"I love how smooth you are!" I cheer, praising June's hairless pussy. "Do you shave or...?"

"Brazilian wax."

"Ouch!"

"Yeah. But Erin loves it." Then June makes a megaphone with her hand and calls out in a sing-song, tattletale tone, "Because she likes little girls!"

"Rude!" Erin scolds.

"But accurate!" June sings. "Lucky for us, though, right, cutie-pie?"

"Oh, fuck yeah!"

June giggles and then really starts laying into me.

I hear Erin ask Hannah, "Do you need to come, sweetpea?"

"Nah, I like watching the other girls. Look how happy my cousin is."

Erin turns to see and I peer past June to perceive Zinnia's mesmerized appearance under the hypnotic influence of Autumn's tongue.

"Aww, so radiant!" Erin gushes.

Then, an impish look creeps across Hannah's face and she whispers in Erin's nibblable ear.

Erin smiles at June and me with equal mischievousness. She unzips Hannah's skirt and wrests it from her voluptuous curves. Once fully nude, Hannah gets Erin half-naked by yanking off her skimpy, monkey-patterned pajama top.

Erin circles around behind me and Hannah comes down from the chair to settle in back of June and they simultaneously strip us of our tiny nighties.

"Cool belly button ring!" I rave.

"Thanks!" June beams. "And if you like that..."

June pulls me into an open-mouthed kiss to regale me with her tongue piercing.

"Oh, wow! I thought I felt that when you were eating my ass, but you're so young! How did you..."

There's no prayer of completing that question just now for our faces are forced together again by two sets of humongous hooters ambushing us from all angles.

Smothered by smooches and bouncing breasts, June and I crash our cunts together crazily, concluding with our bodies becoming one quivering mass of concupiscent contentment.

As we come down from cloud nine, I raise June's wrist to place butterfly kisses around her paw print tattoos. Boobs smush together above our heads to the sounds of smacking lips and tongues. I look down to admire June's ankle tattoo of two intertwined hearts.

Tracing my finger along the outskirts of the uppermost heart, June correlates, "Erin..." and then as I follow the edges of the lower one, "...and me."

"So sweet. I always believed that minors weren't allowed to have tattoos and piercings."

"In Virginia they can with parental permission. My mom's rad like that."

Although we're close as can be, I lean into June even closer.

"Would you mind terribly if I booked anal passage on the Good Ship Erin?"

"Mind?? I insist that you do!"

I flop onto my back, taking Erin's pajama bottoms down with me.

"Woo-hoo! All aboard the booty train!"

June laughs at me: "Wait, I thought you were sailing..."

"I'll take whatever non-stop gets me to Tushytown the fastest!"

I force Erin further down onto my face and suffocate myself between her gorgeous glutes.

I do not remotely render any degree of leniency on her rear end: My tongue ploughs her pucker pitilessly and rubs her ridges roughly and rigorously. I cannot see Erin's expression but her esteem for my anal exploration is keenly felt by the plentiful drool teeming onto my tummy.

I can, however, see Hannah's fascinated stare and June's kindhearted studying of my no-holds-barred ass eating prowess.

Once I come up for air at last, an equally winded Erin huffs, "There is a CHILD rawdogging my rectum with her TONGUE!"

June genially takes Erin's face in her hands: "What a dream come true for you."

"Oh, your ass is mine, skank!" Erin growls, whirling June around 180 degrees and faceplanting in her fanny.

"What else is new?" June titters.

Hannah genuflects before June's vulvic altar and in doing so precisely places her pussy atop my own in a perfect tribbing position. I begin to buck against her het up honey pot and take pride in the opportune privilege of pleasuring two busty babes at once. Running my hands up Erin's tanned torso, I squeeze two humongous helpings of sweater stuffing, encouraging her to ride me hard. Only I'm gonna be the one putting her away wet.

It's impossible for me to witness Hannah's premiere partaking of June's pumpum, but I know exactly when she does as she wails, "You still taste like Virginia!" followed by noisy noshing.

"Oh, if that could always be true!" June lilts, grandly gesticulating like a Disney princess. "How I long to taste divine like Virginia, and be pleasantly fragranced like Virginia, and be, oh, so beguiling like Virginia for evermore!"

"Someone's come down with a severe case of the redheads," Giselle comments from across the room.

"And there's no cure!" June declares, gleefully tossing her hands in the air.

"Who would want one?" Giselle continues. "We are all splendidly afflicted!"

It's a damn good thing no one can see how hot my cheeks are burning, not so much as it would blow my cool girl cover, but it would be all the more awkward to turn the center of attention on Zinnia where it belongs. I'd better finish these ladies off right quick.

My bacchanalian bottom feeding triggers a chain reaction ripping through Erin's anus, ravaging up her entire body before blasting into June's butthole, surging vaginal secretions down Hannah's throat, kindling her clitoris and climactically combusting between my legs. We sizzle together for two solid minutes with June being the most swept away. There comes a point where she's no longer supporting herself and is solely held up by the strength of Erin and Hannah's voracious mouths.

As Erin recovers from the aftershocks, I sneak into her snatch to serve a surprise double orgasm. Cozying up in her blonde fur is as comforting as slipping under a fleece blanket on a lazy afternoon. She calmly coats my tongue with coochie cordial and her soothing liquid love warms me from the inside. Her second coming is so gentle it makes me cry.

Erin looks down upon me and affectionately brushes her finger along my sticky, tear-stained cheek, bringing her sweetness and my saltiness up to her lips to sample the succulent combination. Then she goes on all fours and stretches her whole body like a cat before going on the prowl for her next decadent indulgence.

"Mmm...I never get to play with bigger boobs than mine...come `ere, darlin'..." Erin purrs as she crawls face first in between Hannah's breasts.

I'm about to free myself from the floor to go and join Zinnia when the only incentive to stay pinned to the ground appears above me.

"Is this seat taken?" June asks, nervously nibbling on her finger. Holy cow, this girl is so cute.

"Do you have a reservation?"

"Oh, dear...I should have known better than to show up at the most popular place in town unannounced."

I can't hide my blushes this time.

"It's okay. I'm sure I can fit you in...or better yet, fit something into you."

"Oh, my!"

Out of all the girls here, June is probably the most game for a good fisting but I do not want to turn us into a sideshow attraction so I simply hold up two fingers.

"May I?"

"Please!"

My digits slide easily into her slick vagina and her muscles embrace me like a long-lost sibling. With my arm fully extended, June needs to do all the work, going into a demi plié over and over to fuck herself in rhythmic perfection. June's strong dancers' legs sustain her through thirty or forty repetitions before her knees start to give out.

I beckon with my free finger for June to drop her clitoris onto my tongue and she does not hesitate to bend to the floor, keeping my fingers buried in her bald beaver. She tastes clean and fruity, like perfectly ripe mango, and from this angle I can savagely bang away at her box. My flittering tongue and fingers work their magic fast as a hummingbird, causing June to emit the cutesiest open-mouthed, tongue-out, hypersonic squeaks from the furious friction.

I've summoned the stamina to do this all day, and June would probably let me, but remembering how tenderly she ate my asshole I suspect she may yearn for a softer touch.

Sure enough, my gradually mellowing pace is received with a growing grin. June reaches back to pluck my dripping wet fingers from her pussy and reinstalls them in her plush posterior. My brain reels from the silkiness of her skin and the tight heat of her anus. As fun as it would be to fit my whole hand up in there, I'd forgotten how pleasant good old fashioned fingering feels.

June beams brighter and brighter to the squishy sounds of my gentle butt fucking. Her nipples are beyond erect and I reach up to fiddle with one, making it even more swollen.

"Mmm...so this is how you like it." I observe.

"Yeah..." She looks down, revealing her comely, quietly weeping face. "I don't know why I'm crying; you just make me so profoundly happy. It's like we're soul sisters."

"Oh, June..." I dip my tongue back into her clitoral hood and I'm surprised to find it as pliable as her nipples are stiff. I noodle her super sensitive node side-to-side repeatedly, so much so that my eyes cross again from so much focus on the tiny organ.

"Squeeeeeee, epic cuteness!!!!!" June shrieks, smashing my fingers with her sphincter, gushing girly goo into my mouth, and possibly even lactating between my tweaking thumb and forefinger?? It's highly amusing to me, however, that, in spite of stimulating almost every major erogenous zone at once, it's been my apparently adorable, completely involuntary facial expressions that put my lovely ladies over the top. I guess making drunken, spellbound clit licking faces is my new signature move.

June's still orgasming haunches dismount my face and I promptly pop my fingers in my mouth to savor her fresh anal essence.

She leans down to whisper, "Thank you, Anal Girl!" before planting a peck on my earlobe.

What, wait? How in heck does she know my superhero persona??

There's no time to investigate since June has already snuck away to smooch her sweetie. Hannah is hidden in Erin's cleavage and they've manifestly been busy worshipping one another's massive melons evidenced by the glossy saliva on their glowing globes.

"My Hanaka..." I cozy up to Hannah's bosom and she emerges straightaway to smack her soft lips against mine. I drag her back up to the lounge chair to cuddle and kiss in comfort, and Erin and June follow to pay slobbery homage to our feet.

"You gals, um, sure do love licking feet."

"Yeah..." I absent-mindedly knead her boob and cast my gaze down to Hannah's tasty toes. "Yours are especially pretty."

"They are?"

I answer with a nod and a kiss.

"May I ask...why y'all like feet so much?"

"I can only speak for myself – women's feet are graceful and powerful. The nerves in our feet connect to every part of our body. And our feet connect us to the Earth, so we're all connected to everyone through our feet."

"Wow, I never realized...you're such a hippie!"

"Yeah, I guess!" I giggle. "Plus, feet are just really, really sexy and so much fun to fool around with."

"I'm beginning to see that. You have very pretty feet too."

"Someday you'll have to show me just how pretty you think they are."

"Maybe, " Hannah blushes.

"Mmm...I love it when you tease me." I lift Hannah's hefty breast up so I can draw her nipple in between my lips and her eyes widen at the sight of her huge hooter mere centimeters from her own face.

"May I offer you a taste?" I propose, relinquishing my spit-soaked hors d'oeuvre.

Hannah sighs, "I used to be a good Christian girl."

Her tongue snakes out slowly and upon first cautious contact with her tingly teat, her eyes snap back, cracking her world wide open into a multiverse of sexual possibility.

"You still are," I assure her. "We wouldn't be built for pleasure if we weren't meant to enjoy ourselves."

"How are you so wise?"

I shrug and Hannah nimbly nudges my head down so our tongues can mingle together around her pink, puffy areola. We ring around the rosy nipple for several circuits until I gingerly guide her gorgeous mammary gland into her mouth. Hannah nurses herself into placidity while June and Erin carry on anointing our soles.

Our quartet becomes a trio when one of us is lured away by a mellifluous, "Erin, my love..." from Autumn's lips. Always at her beck and call, Erin coasts across the room and plunges tongue-first into Zinnia's patiently waiting pussy. My first, albeit brief glimpse of Zinnia's moist, spread-wide labia without Autumn's puss plastered to them gets my mouth watering for my own invitation which I hope is forthcoming soon.

June more than makes up for Erin's absence by slathering both pairs of paws all over and then smushing her face all around the sloppy mess she made. It would be wild to get June alone sometime, I'll have to keep my heart open for an opportunity.

A matter of minutes later, June is enticed over in turn by her cherie amore, teaming up with Erin in tonguing Zinnia's twat as only two longtime lovers can. Zinnia looks as if she may have risen to the astral plane which we know is entirely possible with Giselle's cosmic presence steadfastly by her side.

My rosy-armed, honey-tongued virgin lets her breast fall from her lips and we melt into an extravagant kiss.

Still absorbed in a marathon liplock, my eyes open to the music of Zinnia's orgasmic moans to which Hannah seems blissfully oblivious.

"Sounds like we'll be called into action soon," I inform Hannah.

"I'm frightened!" she whispers in return.

"Oh, honey, that's normal!" I take her face in my hands to try and soothe her. "Is it because you're related?"

"No...strangely that doesn't bother me one bit, so I guess I'm really letting my freak flag fly. And it's not even because I'm suddenly owning up to liking girls. It's just..." Tears begin to flow from her beautiful hazel eyes. "Oh, Virginia, she's the love of my life! Always has been! And here she's being attended to by all these lesbian goddesses and then I'm gonna go over there and be all...BLEH...and make a total fool of myself! It's all so intense."

"Oh, Hannah, I have news for you...girls are intense. It's always intense between girls."

"Really? But you're so cool. And Zinnia's cool and I'm a mess!"

"Hey...I have a secret...you're cool, too. We all have that certain someone who reduces us to mush. Love is messy, and weird, and wild, and wonderful."

"You're wonderful."

"Oh, Hanaka..." I touch her chin fondly. "...so are you."

Overwhelmed with emotion, Hannah nuzzles her face into the spongy upholstery.

"I love this chair," she mumbles.

"I do, too! So comfy..."

"It's Zinnia's chair. It smells like her."

I breathe in a deep whiff.

"Oh, yeah!"

"Her scent makes me calm...and excited. Feels like home."

I catch sight of Autumn smiling at me, her eyes subtly indicating that Zinnia is ready for us.

"Destiny awaits..." I stand to go join the group. "Take all the time you need...you have your whole lives ahead of you."

There is a palpable electromagnetic force emanating from Zinnia's sumptuously supine body that assimilates my energy as I approach.

"Well, get a load of this pillow princess! Living her best life..."

"Thanks to you." Zinnia is so chill – no sign of last night's nervousness anywhere.

"It's all you, babe. We all love you so much."

A choir of agreements and affirmations ensues, causing Zinnia to tear up.

"I love you all too! My girls..."

Zinnia turns her head and sniffs my thigh.

"You smell of Hannah."

"I think it's time for you to breathe each other in."

Zinnia slips her hand in mine.

"I'm ready..."

I snuggle onto her shoulder and lie my body in close beside her. Autumn mirrors me to flank Zinnia on her left. June hugs Zinnia's elevated knee to her chest and Erin does the same with the opposite leg, and Giselle's lap continues to cushion her cherished little head.

All eyes are on Zinnia except for mine as Zinnia and I watch Hannah cautiously creep her way toward us wearing nothing but a curious smile. Her seductive slithering builds up to her riveted lips touching down ever so lightly on Zinnia's vulva.

As tender as Hannah's kisses are on Zinnia's honey pot is how firm Zinnia's grip becomes on my hand. She holds her breath for like a full minute with a captivatingly cute look of astonishment frozen on her face as her greatest love plants the sweetest smooches in her most intimate area.

After seven or eight small, sedate kisses, Hannah's mouth melds into Zinnia's labia and they become one. Zinnia's squeeze of my hand softens, as does her whole self, and she instantly feels lighter than air.

Hannah doesn't appear to be doing anything other than gazing into her lover's eyes – indeed none of us move a muscle for several minutes – but it's clear from the increasing suspense that some serious internal intensity is stirring up between them.

Eventually, Zinnia lets out a single sigh and the silent static of her climax is so strong, everyone's hair stands on end which is supremely startling for Autumn and me with our waist-length manes. Zinnia's body buzzes like a live wire only this one is completely safe to cuddle.

The beauty and elegance of Zinnia's orgasm leaves nary a dry eye or vagina in the house.

Erin is especially emotional and she explains, "I never knew group sex could be so romantic. I thought a bunch of wild and crazy lesbians would be, well...wild and crazy."

Autumn hugs Erin with her legs and June touches her tearful cheek in sympathy.

"I mean, wild and crazy can be arranged," I pitch. "When's your birthday?"

"Not `til March. But, no...this is better. Thank you, though."

"Anytime. Now, all this carpet munching is great and all but we all know what Zinnia really wants. Don't we, Hannah?"

"Hm?"

Hannah lifts her head from Zinnia's hotbox for the first time and OMG her face is DRENCHED. I slide my foot along Hannah's smooth side to refresh her memory.

"Oh! Yeah...that..." Hannah blushes big time.

I giggle, "Here, let's trade places..."

I rotate around behind Giselle and past Autumn and Erin to sit between Zinnia's legs with my knees to my sternum while Hannah slinks over alongside her.

"Actually," I reconsider. "Swap with Giselle."

Hannah and Giselle switch spots and Zinnia is equal parts fascinated and flummoxed.

"Wha-what are you strumpets up to?"

"Something strumpety. Ready?" I ask Hannah.

Hannah is finally in position and gives a thumbs up.

My toes attack Zinnia's twat like tentacles, parting her pretty pink folds to explicitly get the peek at her juiciness I've been after. Concurrently, Hannah leans back on her palms to support herself while one foot hovers above Zinnia's face and the other grazes her soft belly.

I feel some frisky friction escalating amongst the group and I let their tootsies wiggle and stares widen for a while before I assuage their anticipation.

"Let's go, girls!" I entreaty and in the blink of an eye, it's all feet on Zinnia.

Autumn and Giselle each tickle one set of toes on either side of Zinnia's cheekbones and their other feet greedily grope her breasts. And lucky June and Erin get to skim their soles all up and down Zinnia's gorgeous gams.

"I'M IN HEAVEN!!!" Zinnia hollers as her crew treats her to the kind of frenzied activity that Erin was craving but not fully admitting.

I accomplish a more tempered tone by merely massaging the margins of her clitoris with my big toes and the others follow in my footsteps, as it were. Zinnia's braces beam beneath Hannah's heel, positively floating on air under the enchantment of a dozen feet.

I twiddle my toes at Zinnia's clit, giving all my piggies a turn. My tenth little piggy, the smallest and cutest pinky toe you ever will see, fidgets about making Zinnia squee, squee, squee all the way home. Two of my middle toes succeed this explosive denouement with a tiny little baby one by sandwiching her clitoris between them, monkeying with it resulting in muted but no less joyous jolts.

Still twitching against my toes, Zinnia woozily reaches up to Giselle and asks her, "How many times will she make me come?"

"Oh, dearest...once Virginia gets going, she won't ever stop. Unless you want her to?"

"Never!"

Just as I'm working out the best way to please her next, Zinnia squirms and grinds herself into my foot aggressively. All I can do is firmly plant my heel and let her hump away to her cunt's content. We grin at one another peppily, egging each other on until her hips and booty thump against the floor in orgasmic bliss.

While Zinnia is catching her breath, I seize the opportunity to pry open her labia with my toes to try and peer all the way down into her coral canal.

"Such rosy splendor," I praise. "May I..."

"...deflower me with your eensy-weensy darling little toes? Fuck, yes, that's my dream!!"

"Well...I am here to make your dreams come true."

Zinnia just gawps at me slack-jawed.

"Good goddess, how hot can one girl be?" she wonders.

"Oh, come now. I'm just a kid with a little talent. No big whoop."

"'Come now,' she says. Come now, come then, come later...you weren't kidding, Giselle. This girl's an honest-to-goodness orgasm factory."

I allow myself an unassuming moment of authenticity as I find myself the center of attention again.

"I fancy myself as an artisan who custom designs distinctive divertissements, but `orgasm factory' works too."

Zinnia remains stupefied.

"Giselle!! She just can't turn off the irresistibility! How do you stand it??"

"I don't. I'm a constant puddle of carnal contentment."

While they're singing my laudations and trying to make me blush, I have a shrewd finger to my lips, plotting the best place on Zinnia's body to deploy my girls next.

"Hmm..." I muse, lightly tickling her feet. "We need some tongues on these tootsies. Autumn...team up with June..."

My partner-in-kink leapfrogs over Zinnia to join the pretty pixie.

"And Giselle...you're with Erin."

"Okay," Giselle intones demurely, her warm blue gaze steadily shining on Erin from behind her dark purple curls. She slowly sidles up to Erin's inviting curvaceousness with a shy, "Hi..."

"Hey," greets Erin, already noshing on a toe.

Giselle nibbles in from the other end and everyone watches with bated breath as they work their way around each toe until their tongues meet in the middle. I know my main mission was seducing Hannah, but having already followed through and more, I can now focus on my side quests, chief among them getting Giselle some quality time with our provincial born-again buxom blonde, which has been quite elusive to her for some reason.

Speaking of faithful fallen angels, Hannah asks, "Where do you want me?"

"Where don't I want you?" I wink. "You're good right where you are. You finally get to be kissing cousins!"

Hannah covers her face in shame.

"I haven't even kissed you, but my tongue has been all up in your delicious pussy," she just realizes. "I'm such a Jezebel!"

"Yeah," Zinnia takes Hannah's hand down from her guilt-ridden guise. "But you're my Jezebel."

Zinnia's available hand coils around Hannah's nape and draws her close. Hannah's lips part and her tongue blossoms and burrows down between Zinnia's brace-lined teeth. Their lips touch and mesh together for the first time and Zinnia's cheekbones look as if they're going to burst from happiness.

This is genuinely the most ravishing kiss I've ever witnessed and given all the girls' melting hearts around me, we are clearly all experiencing the same collective romantic high point.

And then in true Zinnia fashion, her cute little auburn head pops up to me and says, "Are you gonna fuck me, or what?"

Okay, NOW I'm blushing.

"I'm considering it..."

"Giselle!! She's teasing me! Make her stop!"

Giselle favors her kindly from behind her foot.

"You can't make Virginia do anything, petal. We're all along for the ride, just enjoy it."

I'm totally digging this big sister dynamic we have going with Giselle. Even though Zinnia needs no extra lubrication, I make a spectacle of myself by sucking on my own toes. Zinnia's eyes sparkle just as they did while I was showing off for her when we first met. Everything being so new for her, she looks so pretty and wholesome.

I draw out the anticipation by dragging my tongue agonizingly slow over each salty ridge of my toe print. Arcing back and forth, over and over, Zinnia's eyes follow every movement, her face lighting up more and more with every epicurean sweep.

"I have whet your appetite, I see. I'd offer you a taste, but I'm afraid you'd find they pale in comparison to Giselle's prestigious peds."

Zinnia admits, "I haven't tried hers yet, so..."

"Giselle, same on you!" I chide. "How could you withhold your greatest asset?"

Giselle scoffs inarticulately, offended either at the accusation or at the exclusion of all her other praiseworthy attributes.

"And you!" My rebuke turns to Zinnia. "How does the Foot Fairy of Franklin County, Virginia let these confections pass her by?"

"I'm shy..." is her feeble excuse.

I toss a skeptical smirk in Giselle's direction.

"Her tongue has no hesitation venturing most everywhere else on my body," she confirms.

I drink in an eyeful of Giselle's celestial curves. Hot damn, the sight of her naked skin shimmering in broad daylight makes me feel immortal!

"I have no doubt! My love appears well licked, despite missing a few choice delicacies. And you, again!" I face Zinnia once more. "Those heavenly Hannah hooves were RIGHT THERE, ripe for ravishing and still you held your tongue!"

"I'm...saving myself...for..." Oh, my goodness, she can NOT keep her eyes off my toes as her disclosure trails off into schoolgirlish chuckles.

"Oh, I see...and how did my feet become your chosen hors d'oeuvre?"

"Well...I know a thing or two about where they've been..."

I don't need to be looking at Giselle to feel the heat radiating from her flustered cheeks.

"Someone's been telling tales out of school. I usually don't reward such naughty behavior, but I suppose it's not your fault that SOMEONE is a dreadful gossip."

"Oh, it's ALL my fault that I pried it out of her and can't get the image of your feet doing unspeakably lewd things out of my twisted little mind."

I'm loving all these raw, honest sexual admissions from Zinnia.

"Giselle will be properly punished in due time, but since you've proven capable of a modicum of discretion, here's your prize..."

"Eep!" is Zinnia's adorable outburst of excitement when my foot spawns suddenly within an inch of her nose.

Zinnia heaves a healthy inhale of my aroma and carefully scrutinizes my sole. After an excruciatingly long second, her tongue flicks the very center of my arch, causing me to wince sharply.

Giselle glances at me out of confused concern.

Then Zinnia darts her tongue in between my third and fourth toes, forcing a few mortifying tee-hees to escape my mouth.

Giselle is in utter shock.

Finally, Zinnia finds my literal Achilles heel and ruthlessly flutters the tip of her tongue at it until I'm shrieking with laugher.

"She's never ticklish!" Giselle cries. "How are you doing that??"

"I'm always thinking about feet. I am adept at spotting most everyone's tender places."

They're so absorbed in exposition that Zinnia only catches the tail end of my severe shuddering.

"Did you just come??"

"Mm-hm," I demure.

"Wow...I did that."

I stroke her triumphant face with my foot.

"Sure did, honey-bun."

She hugs my foot to her cheek.

"Do it again?" I urge.

"Maybe..." Zinnia eats the ball of my foot like it's a scoop of mint chocolate chip atop a sugar cone. She dilly-dallies all around my tiny foot, ending up with both my big and long toes in her mouth like a pacifier.

"Okay. Fuck me, please," Zinnia insists, my spit-soaked digits falling from her lips.

Everyone's eyes follow as I blaze a trail of saliva down her chin, between her breasts, over her belly button, before setting up camp in the snug warmth of her vagina.

My two biggest toes fit in easily and I wonder if she'd let me go for more.

Best not to disrupt Zinnia's already beatific state for she's biting her lip, flashing her blissful braces at me, looking half-stoned and nodding in approval of her premiere penetration.

Wanting to put all my effort into this for Zinnia, I am choosing not to make this a cakewalk for myself. With my leg held aloft, bent at the knee and pointing my foot down into Zinnia at a ninety-degree angle, I am especially thankful for my dance muscles, for a mere mortal couldn't keep this up for long. I am basically fucking her by lightly kicking in and out of her increasingly slick cunt which Zinnia doesn't seem to mind one bit.

Once a rhythm has been established, Zinnia starts pumping and grinding her hips towards my foot to drive me even deeper.

This phenomenon is met with dazzled stares from the toe-lickers to the left and right of me, and even too-cool-for-school June looks on bug-eyed and obviously scheming to add these maneuvers to her amorous arsenal.

Some superb squelching sounds derive from our fantastic foot fucking and Zinnia tosses back her pleasured head to gobble down Hannah's tongue, adding their luscious lip smacking to our moist melody.

All this merry music inspires the quartet to amp up their sole slurping and toe tasting until we coalesce into an orchestra of hedonistic harmony.

We sirens seven build to what I believe will be our crescendo when Zinnia startles us all by breaking away from Hannah's unquenchable mouth and blurting:

"Just look at your cheeky little face, you boss bitch! FUCK ME HARDER, VIRGINIA!!!!!!!!!"

Kicking into high gear, so to speak, I sit up straight and Zinnia also props herself up slightly to brace ourselves against each other for the onslaught. Our wicked eyes and smiles twinkle at one another as I fuck the living hell out of her now overflowing honey pot.

My relentless ramming comes to an end when Zinnia snags my ankle with both hands and goes stiff as a board. She holds me in place for like a minute and it doesn't feel like she's actually coming but rather charging up for something greater.

Ultimately, she releases everything and her pliable body flops to the floor, sending a wave of womanly energy through us all.

"Holy cow, that was incredible!" she wails. "Look at me, I'm all sweaty!"

Hannah has gone completely wild eyed.

"Omigosh, I love you all sweaty!" she confesses before pouncing forward onto Zinnia in a sixty-nine. The cousins' mouths and pussies click together like matching pieces of LEGO and I am utterly charmed.

"Awwww!" I gush. "See how perfectly they fit?"

And thus the calculable moment when any remaining inhibitions fade out of existence: Erin pulls Giselle down on top of her for a rough and ready make out session and the already reticence-free Autumn upends her equally footloose and squealy partner and tucks into her alluringly smooth butt cheeks for a mid-afternoon appetizer.

I know I could have my pick of the couples, but my body has other plans. An unexpected pining twinge pierces my heart over the absence of Annabelle, and a totally expected pang of hunger consumes my tummy.

I stand, my divine will being done at this hour, and I set forth to fetch my iPhone and my own piece of peach pie to satisfy all that my sweet tooth craves at once.

(to be continued...)

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