Virginia, Giselle and Autumn's Pas de Trois:
Unfinished Pleasure, Act Five (Chapter 17)
Upon retrieving my
cell phone and dishing up a generous portion of peach pie, I sit my naked ass
down at the kitchen table to feed my face and text Annabelle:
"Having a blast but
doesn't feel complete without you here. Miss you. XOXO."
Send.
No time passes
before my messenger app chirps.
"OMG Hiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiii!!!"
And then...
"Miss you too."
Followed by...
"Now what on Earth
are you doing texting your one-night-stand in the
middle of an orgy?"
I smile with a
mouthful of pie and write back, "You're hardly a one-night-stand."
"I am so far. Come
home and prove that I'm not 😉"
A cozy feeling
washes over me as I envision myself curling up to her plush curves and blonde
hair that smells of freshly baking sugar cookies.
"Gladly," I reply.
"Aren't you having
fun?"
"Oh, sure! Just
hungry. Pausing for a piece of peach pie."
"Taking a break from
eating pie by eating more pie. Always on brand my girl is!"
I snap a few
tasteful selfies, careful not to turn myself into a child pornographer. I send
two choice pics – both with my fingers in a V in front of my mouth, a
kissy-face on one, and my tongue extended suggestively in the other – with the
caption, "Here's the face that satisfied six girls at once."
The pause is so
pregnant, I fear my prurience may have knocked her up for real.
"VIRGINIA!!! I am at
WORK!"
I titter naughtily
and send back an angel emoji.
Then I type, "Now
you have something to look forward to when you get off."
"These will get me
off till I'm raw! Mercy!"
Tee-hee! I love
setting her up for dirty puns.
She continues, "I
think these are the first pics I have of you."
"Well, I don't take
many."
"Now I'm extra
honored!"
"I don't believe I
have any of you either..."
A few seconds later,
my phone glows with the image of bubbly Annabelle wearing her signature low-cut
royal blue cami top and white capris.
"Hello, girls!
You're wearing my favorite outfit :heart_eyes:"
"It's the one I had
on when we met." You can practically see her sentimentality dripping from every
letter and I am overcome with all the mushy feels myself.
"How could I ever
forget? You're my ice cream queen teenage dreamgirl."
Complete silence.
I text, "You're
squealing and scaring your customers, aren't you?"
"YES!"
Then...
"WORTH IT."
And...
"You're the one
that's like a dream to me. I still can't believe you're real."
"We'll go on a real
date again once I get back, I promise."
"Wait...we can date?"
"Sure."
Epic quiet.
At last, I ask,
"More squealing?"
"Whatever are you
implying? I'm the epitome of calm. There's no crying at all or anything. Nope.
And I absolutely did not scream `I HAVE A GIRLFRIEND!!!' in a shop full of
little kids and their moms."
I wish Annabelle
could see my blushing, laughing cheeks.
"Well, you do. Why
not shout it?"
"Girl, you'll be the
end of me, but what a fun way to go."
Furthermore...
"So, how many is
this for you? Seven? Eight?"
"How many what?"
"Girlfriends."
"Oh, the girls here
are awesome, but they're not girlfriend material."
"Really? There's no
one you want to get to know better?"
"Of course, but in
different ways. See, June is WILD and I'd love to
really let my hair down with her one-on-one sometime, so she's like a fuck
buddy. And I have a genuine sisterhood building with Zinnia and I'm totally
angling for more alone time with her. So...she's family...and I already know you
approve of me fucking my sisters 😉"
Annabelle sends a
winky face with a tongue out emoji in return.
And several seconds
after...
"As a general rule,
I would say that sister shagging is a big no-no, but...let's put it this
way...since I BRIEFLY believed you and Giselle to be sisters AND I knew you were
getting it on, if Giselle was your sister, I would entirely understand her not
being able to keep her clothes on around you."
I giggle, "That's
pretty much what Giselle says, too."
"And for the
record...same goes if you and I were sisters. Or Zinnia."
"So, basically...boinking your sister is okay as long as I'm your sister."
"Pretty much."
I chuckle at our
repartee and work another succulent bite of peach around my mouth.
Annabelle then
queries, "So...which girl will you grant the gift of your graces upon next?"
I take no
indecisiveness before responding, "I'm considering paying Zinnia's mom a
visit."
"WOW! I was not
expecting that. You're gonna seduce the birthday
girl's mother??"
"We've been
flirting. I think she may be into me."
"Well, who wouldn't
be? Dang, you're my hero."
"I'm just me. Poor
dear's been trapped up in her room all day. At the very least she needs me to
bring her a slice of pie."
"Yeah, she does 😉"
"You're SO BAD!"
"I just work with
what you give me."
I shovel another
huge forkful into my piehole.
"Welp, I'd better
stop ignoring this long line of customers."
"Annabelle!"
"Kidding! I can do
it all. I'm your manic pixie dreamgirl, remember?"
"Fairly sure I said
my Ice Cream Queen Teenage Dreamgirl, but yeah. Clunky title, I know. I'll work
on it."
"I like it! I'm just
thrilled to be anything to you."
"You're so much."
"Anyway, I mustn't
keep you from your conquest of foxy 35-year-old moms."
"She's 29."
"Too young. In my
fantasy she's gotta be at least three times your
age."
"Just try and save
your daydreaming for after-work recreation, `kay?"
"No promises."
My heart is brimming
with so much love for this girl but I stop short of a
full disclosure and say, "I adore you."
"And I cherish you.
Come home to me soon?"
"Can't wait <3
<3 <3"
Now that I've
realized I'm in love with no fewer than three women, I wonder if I have the
same infinite capacity for love as Giselle. I cut a piece of peach pie for the
next person who could easily win my heart and add a brownie that Giselle baked
the night before for good measure.
The living room is
still too chock full of coital moaning for me to safely extract my pink
babydoll negligee undetected, so I head up to the guest room to adorn my
prepubescent form with the elegant matching lavender nightie. Then I
meticulously remove all the neon scrunchies from my manga-inspired triple tails
which leaves an unusual waviness to my typically straight scarlet hair.
Presently looking
somehow equal parts fresh as a daisy and freshly fucked, I am ready to embrace
my destiny as the taboo tether between mother and daughter.
Just as I traverse
the hallway, I freeze at Chelsea's bedroom door when two giggly, naked figures
scamper up the stairs. The curvy one in the lead, being Hannah, does not see me
and disappears into her borrowed boudoir, but the slender good-time gal who follows,
June, totally busts me.
I meet her
expression of surprise with fluttering flirty fingers and then one raised in
hush to my lips.
Full awareness of my
imminent impropriety washes over her and her blushing body bounces at the
delicious decadence of it all.
Hannah's unseen hand
yanks June out of sight, and I return my attention to the final barrier between
me and my heart's desire.
Rapping lightly on
the door, my spirit swells when a sing-songy "Come iiiiiiiiiiin!" grants me entrance.
Upon opening the
door, my proffered pastries immediately appear inadequate in comparison to the
eye candy greeting my arrival.
The daintiest pair
of crossed bare feet this side of, well...me, is the first confection to fill my
vision. Then my eyes feast upon her spectacularly smooth legs followed by her
trim upper body covered only by a yellow babydoll nightgown, the same one that
welcomed me to her home just two days before.
Chelsea's
apple-cheeked smile lights up as she sets down her hardcover copy of something
called, "Waiting in the Wings."
"Virginia! To what
do I owe this delightful diversion?"
Her breathtaking
beauty and easy affability have scrubbed anything clever I might say from my
brain.
I hold the plate
aloft like a 50s carhop and commence with my straightforward reply: "Thought
you could use a slice of peach pie...and some company?"
"Aren't you a
darling?" Her impossibly soft hand brushes against mine as she takes the plate
and begins to dig in.
I stand at the foot
of the bed and allow myself to look lost and shy and a tiny bit mysterious,
even though every impulse is urging me to jump her bones.
"Cat got your
tongue?"
I shake my head.
"I just like
watching you. You seem at a loss for words yourself. Weren't you expecting me?"
My turn to take her
breath away. Chelsea's eyes smolder with the electrifying revelation, plus a
touch of fear, that shit just got real.
"I'm just...perplexed
with all the excitement going on, you want to hang out with a boring ol' grown-up."
"Come on, you've got
to be the coolest mom ever."
"Oh? How so?"
"You serious? How
many moms would let a bunch of wild lesbians take over her house for the
weekend?"
"You're only young
once. Is Zinnia having a good time?"
"The BEST."
"How wonderful,"
Chelsea sparkles. "Everyone's first time should be special."
Then she mutters
under her breath, even though I can still understand her: "Goddess knows, mine
wasn't. My first time with a boy, that is."
I park myself on the
cheery mauve duvet right next to Chelsea.
"How about your
first time with a girl?"
"My ONLY time with a
girl was...pure magic. But I'm guessing you know that."
I nod with a
guileful smirk.
Gazing up into her
kind eyes for a long while, we both teem with tenacity but neither of us makes
the first move.
Finally, I pet her
shapely inner thigh and say, "Don't let me distract you from your book."
"Are you always this
forward?"
"Only with boring,
hot, single moms. You don't mind, do you?"
"No..." Her voice
cracks at the most precious high-pitch. I've clearly
found one of her sweet spots.
"Has no other girl
ever turned your head?"
"Is there another
girl as exquisite as Giselle...besides you?"
"I know one..."
I make no further
advances save for my passive-aggressive come-hithering.
If she wants me, she better come get me.
Chelsea is so
fresh-faced and innocent right now; it makes me wonder if she's ever been this
wholesome in her entire life. Even though she's well over 18 years my elder and
way more experienced in almost every way, I'm the master of the Sapphic arts in
this scenario – perhaps even moreso than Giselle was
in Chelsea's last lesbian roll in the hay twelve years ago to the day – so I
feel an extra responsibility to exercise a slow hand and show her the most
special time of her life.
Her luminescent eyes
inch nearer and nearer. The tickle of her blonde bangs on my forehead is our
first contact. Then her silky button nose is next to mine. Her smiling lips
brush against me in the faintest whisper of a kiss. And another. And another
and another and another.
Five minutes go by
like this.
Then her plump, pink
lips press into me. I crane my neck to further push my punim into hers.
Ten more minutes
pass.
I wrap my arms up
behind her head to pull her even closer. I feel her cheekbones rise and her
lips hum with mirthful lust.
Twenty minutes more
of cheerfully chaste closed-mouthed kisses.
Chelsea breaks
contact by mere millimeters to look at me in hazy, out-of-focus closeness. Her
blurry, besotted features are the enduring image whenever I dream of her.
Her lips part ever
so slightly and the velvety tip of her tongue emerges
from time to time to taste my increasingly moistened mouth. Her eagerness
mounts as her tongue darts in and out with more intensity, not caring a whit
about hitting its target or not.
Our lips and tongues
are all over the place when I firmly grip her nape to anchor myself for
scooching into her lap and then straightening my legs to lie my full weight on
top of her. This roughly amounting to only 55 pounds, it takes a matter of
minutes to lazily crush my crush against her mountain of pillows.
Good thing I'm
limber because we're not lying down so much as Chelsea is reclining with me
atop her, back bent in urdhva mukha
savanasana. I like this better than being completely
horizontal since it feels like I'm filling in all her supple curves. Her arms
encircle my waist and I melt into her safe, nurturing figure. With wide open
mouths, our tongues frolic for the better part of an hour.
I could literally
stay this way forever but the honeysuckle-scented goodies heaving beneath me
are luring my attention. I kiss my way down her chin and delicate neck, slowing
my pace even more once I enter her comforting cleavage. My nose nudges aside
one lacy covering from her breast. I smile at her petite peak and perfectly
pink areola.
I glance up briefly
at Chelsea's sweet serenity before nuzzling all around her perfumed bosom and
eventually drawing her malleable mammary into my mouth. I suck softly, then
strongly, and everywhere in between, sometimes filling my entire mouth with
boob, while other times just slurping upon the summit.
Nimbly nibbling on
her now taut nipple paints a puerile expression upon Chelsea's face, giving the
impression that she's the one who's eleven and making me out to be the
accomplished adult all the more.
She looks so
irresistibly cute, I push myself up for a playful
smooch creating the bonus of enough space between us to hike up her lingerie.
Sighing at the sight of her athletic abs, I begin to place lingering kisses all
over her smooth skin.
I seize the
opportunity to simultaneously slide off her matching yellow panties and I sniff
my way down to her fragrant pubic hair. Settling onto my stomach with my front
paws folding beneath me like a sphinx, I kick my mouthwatering feet in the air
behind me and soak up an infinite eyeful of her beautiful blonde bush.
I search her eyes to
make sure she's still okay with having a little girl frolicking in her womanly
garden. Chelsea reaches forward to sweep a vagrant vermillion wisp away from my
face and cups my cheek with her kind palm. Her graceful fingers guide me by the
chin, bringing me closer and closer to her magnificent muff.
My warm lips make
the acquaintance of her velvety vulva again and again with the same decadent
dawdling as before, always staying fixed on her effervescent peepers.
When my kisses
venture into the elaborate layers of her labia, her juices start to seep out
substantially, so I must think fast in figuring out how to not waste a drop
while also not using my tongue just yet. I smush my whole face over her opening
so that the majority of her sweetness trickles down my
throat, leaving any excess to marinate my chin and cheeks. Imagine how much
girl gravy I'll soon be gobbling if this is the pre-orgasmic quantity she
produces!
Chelsea has shifted
so we are now completely eye level to one another without either of us needing
to strain ourselves to keep our gazes locked. Halfway to heaven, she whispers
sweet nothings to me that I can't entirely make out, but this is a close
approximation:
"Oh, Virginia...do you
know how long I've wanted to see your pretty green eyes looking upon me like
this?"
In my mind, I answer
"four months" since that's how long we've known each other, but I simply nod my
humidified head.
"Or how much I
needed to feel those soft lips all over me?"
My drunken eyelids
remain at half-mast and can only bob up and down again in the affirmative as
more ooze slips into my mouth.
"You do? Then you
must know how I yearn for the gift of that young tongue up inside me?" It's
adorable how both mother and daughter's drawls become more pronounced the
thirstier they get.
Now that Chelsea has
confessed her scandalous longing, I squint with a sly smirk and lay luxurious
licks all along her silky thighs.
I'm at it so long,
she asks, "You're not teasing me, are you?"
"Never. Just warming
up my instrument."
"As any good dancer
should," she approves.
My middle and index
fingers pry apart the intricate folds of her labia and I peer down the pink
passage.
"What a privilege,"
I exalt. "There's not an artist in all of history who could capture the
breathtaking beauty of your vagina."
Chelsea's hand is
compelled to cover her heart center.
"Oh, my darling
girl..."
I take a deep waft
of her intoxicating aroma and then I gently glide my tongue into her cozy
canal. It is such a turn on to be exploring the channel that bore my newly
chosen sister into this world. For all Chelsea knows, my face has already
become friendly with her daughter's fair honey pot, and not just my feet, so
it's exponentially more exciting that she's so keen to keep my cunnilingual
kindnesses in the family.
Instead of thrusting
my tongue in and out, I use my muscle to search for her g-spot. Upon finding
it, I lightly graze its roughness repeatedly with the tip of my tongue.
Chelsea slaps the
mattress rhythmically.
"Heavens to Betsy,
this child knows what she's doing!"
Her breathing goes
all choppy and she grasps two fistfuls of bedspread. I know she's close when
her legs elevate to a 45-degree angle and stiffen for almost a whole minute.
Release finally
comes and her limbs stay aloft in a toe-curling, trembling climax. I drink up
all the pussy potion and deliver my dripping lips to hers to share of my
bounty.
Chelsea courteously
tries out her own flavor but the persuasive tapping at my bare buttocks clearly
suggests she's after a different taste sensation altogether.
I waste no time in
hopping up to straddle her face and she just as ardently dives in with both
lips and tongue. She instantly invents an ingenious rotating technique that
somehow gets her lips going one way and her tongue circling elsewhere, all the
while maintaining a vacuum seal and triggering every erogenous zone at once.
This is so
incredibly shocking, I can't help myself from rattling the headboard and
shouting, "Oh, fuck, CHELSEA! Just like THAT, Chelsea...FUCK!!" as I come and
come and come into her amazing mouth.
Sweating and
shaking, I crumble on top of her, kissing her gooey face all over in gratitude.
I snuggle into her shoulder and we hold each other until our breath evens out.
"Chelsea? I have no
intention of calling it quits, but would you mind if I made a brief phone
call?"
"Oh, of course,
doll! I'd almost forgotten I was making love with a young girl. You must need
to check in with your mom."
"Well, no...I need to call
911 to report a crime. Apparently, there's a drop-dead gorgeous champion muff
diver who has only been with two girls in the past 12 years."
Chelsea bursts into
a blushing laugh.
"Considering they
were both children, perhaps it's best to leave the authorities out of it."
"Oh...good call." My
body broils with abashment over my coy courting taking a dark turn.
At least Chelsea is
still laughing.
"Thank you,
though...you're so sweet."
I kiss her temple
and shift myself down so I can interlock my legs with hers.
"Perhaps making up
for lost time is a better way toward justice..." I push up onto my palms and
begin to dance a slow and sensual bachata against her creamy coochie. With mounting confidence, I bolt upright
unsupported and run my fingers through my hair like a spicy bailadora.
My swaying hips
arouse such a look of lust in Chelsea and she grinds
her furry golden pussy into my young cunt.
"Let's get a good
peek at you, my love..." whispers my breathy dance partner, tugging at the hem of
my nightie.
Raising my arms in a
dramatic flourish, Chelsea whisks off my garment with a delighted gasp at my
utter nudity.
"You are stunning!"
All I can do to not
burst into tears over being praised by such a goddess is scrunch my shoulders
and flash a demure, closed-lipped smile.
My impulse to speed
up into a salsa or a mambo in this moment is tempered by Chelsea's soft moans
and amorous eyes. I keep my movements mellow, although no less steamy, and I
lift one of her legs to make a tipi out of her knee so I can lean against it
and chuckle to myself coquettishly.
"What has you so
amused?"
"Oh...just daydreaming
that if you wait another dozen years between lesbian
trysts, you'll be 41 and still a total babe."
"And my lover then
will still be eleven," she mumbles with a shame-tinted, lecherous smirk.
"So, you do admit
you like `em young!"
"Many a grown woman
has tried to get with this to no avail, so my track record speaks for itself."
"Mmm...lucky
me. But I think you can chalk it up to the quality of your companions, as
you've said."
"Amen, sister! I
love seeing the emergent savoir-faire in you. You were such a shy little thing
when we met."
I hug her thigh to
my flat chest.
"I'm still shy. I
save all my wildness for the stage and the bedroom. And Giselle's fabulosity
has a way of rubbing off on a girl."
"What a way with
words you have. I hope to be blessed with some of your nobility."
I'm suddenly swept
away by the heat kindling betwixt our clitorises.
"Oh, baby, you're
amazing! How ever did you and Giselle hold off on having your fling for two
years?? I could barely wait two months before throwing myself at her!"
"Ooo,
keep calling me baby, I love that! Quite simply, I was never single...until I
was. I would have succumbed to her charms sooner but, despite all the
indiscretions inflicted upon me, I was always faithful."
Her back arches a
little, signaling the oncoming rapture.
"And besides," she
continues. "No one person can tame me and that wouldn't be fair to Giselle.
She's the type of girl you stay with forever, and I'm not the marrying kind."
My imagination
wanders to visions of being wedded to Giselle...and Autumn.
Chelsea's
surprisingly incendiary orgasm launches her into half-wheel pose
and I have to stand to keep contact with her vulva. My own thunderbolt crackles
through me in the wake of Chelsea's and we sizzle together for sixty solid
seconds at least.
After collapsing
into a heap, a feral head of blonde hair pops up.
"That's it, you
tender little morsel...I'm gonna git ya!"
She advances toward
me on all fours as I back away.
"Uhh...Chelsea?"
She snares me by the
ankle and flips me ass over elbows. Her nose hovers above my butthole, inhaling
zestily.
"Mmm...the
scent of an angel."
"And the tongue of
Cybele!" I squeal as she bathes my asshole with her hot saliva.
I gnaw on my finger
in a futile attempt to keep my laughter inside, but of course a few tee-hees
manage to escape. Chelsea's burrowing tongue seems to be trying to push
unhinged joy out of me and assuredly my progressively spit-soaked digit ejects
from my lips amidst a swell of burbling giggles. Before too long, I'm cackling
like a maniac and kicking the air. I want to squirt so badly but my last ounce
of decorum allows me to redirect my outburst:
"I CAN'T BELIEVE
CHELSEA IS TONGUE BLASTING MY BUTTHOLE! I'M IN A DREAM!!!!!!!!!!!"
"Oh, this is real,
my love. You've awakened the beast."
Her voice drips like
calmly oozing molasses but I know it's a trap and I dare not look into her
undoubtedly savage eyes lest our anal excavation ends too soon.
Chelsea presses down
to the lowest possible point without penetrating and my legs begin to quiver.
"Uhhhhhnnnnnn...soooooooooooo deeeeeeeeeeeep...fuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuck..."
She rubs my thighs
until they chill out and licks soothingly all up and down my asscrack. Then she lays her whole mouth over my anus and
just goes berserk making the most uncivilized grunting and slobbering noises
I've ever heard outside of a zoo or a nature documentary.
A tingling in my
toes heralds the looming orgasm to end all orgasms. Time to face my tormenter...
As anticipated, she
is more creature than corn-fed cutie now. I'm thrillingly frightened as her
ferocious blue eyes tear me asunder.
"Oh, my fucking
goddesses, Chelsea...you're a PSYCHO!!!"
My body implodes
with all the force of a supernova.
Chelsea detaches
from my asshole, panting fiercely.
"Warned ya!"
I start to cry
softly.
"I'm so happy..."
"Not as happy as
you're gonna be!" She slithers back and shoves me
flat onto the bed, mounting my twat and humping furiously like the animal she's
become. In one swift motion, off comes Chelsea's negligee and I finally get the
full view of her luscious body.
I squeeze two wads
of bedding in my fists and hang on for dear life, mouth gleefully agape at the
barbaric spectacle of Chelsea unleashed.
"Omigosh,
baby, yes...fuck me, Chelsea! FUCK ME!"
Her thrusts grow mightier and she clamps my elevated legs together and
tongues my soles all over.
"FUCK, YES!" I
squeak in my highest register. "LICK MY FEET, CHELSEA!!!!!"
We crash our coochies together in a screeching climax.
I toss my arms to
the sky and cheer, "Crazy girls are the best!"
She looks as if
she's about to visit some new depravity upon me when I slide beneath her
undercarriage like an auto mechanic with an "Oh, no, you don't!"
I seal my lips
around her clit and lick like mad.
A minute or so
later, her hips writhe rhythmically.
"That's it, baby.
Fuck my mouth."
With far more
finesse than her former fornication, Chelsea sambas over my tongue and
luxuriously kneads her breasts. Her choreography intensifies until she's once
again pounding her pussy into my punim without pity.
Her powerful quads
quake colossally before collapsing to recover in the fetal position. This
leaves her perfect posterior prone to plundering so I swoop in to sniff and
snack on her unshielded starfish.
Her delicate feet
are curled in so close, I only need to turn my head
slightly to breathe in their bouquet.
I soon stumble upon
a way to marry these two delicacies when my tongue idly draws an unbroken line
from asshole to arches, so I dreamily make the journey again and again.
Chelsea's mellow
moaning and gentle giggles are all I have to go on in
gauging how much pleasure she is receiving until she regains enough strength to
prop herself up to look back at me over her shoulder. I meet her gaze just
above the horizon of her curvy hip and she returns my loving leer with all the
kindness one should favor upon an eleven-year-old girl dutifully eating out the
ass of a prima ballerina goddess.
She brushes a couple
more errant strands away from my brow and strokes my temple with the backs of
her silky fingers.
"My beauty..." she
purrs.
We maintain
expressive eye contact for the entire three-quarters of an hour wherein I
domesticate her by paying tribute to her fragrant feet and aromatic asshole,
awarding a baker's dozen of quietly orgasmic accolades.
Chelsea pulls me
close for some wet, sloppy smooches. Leaning over her recumbent figure, my
thigh is treated to the froth my mouth left behind in her, well...behind, and I
conjure my most ingenious innovation of my young life.
After drooling in
between her creamy cheeks for additional lubrication, I face away doggystyle
and bond with her, butthole to butthole.
"Oh, Virginia..."
I look back just in
time to see her head reeling from the overwhelming freshness of this feeling.
Every inch of my skin is so sensitized, it seems like I could come from the
slightest tap anywhere on my body, and I wonder if Chelsea's experience is the
same.
"Pull my hair?"
Chelsea's face
lights up at the invitation. She reaches forward grandly and winds a length of
my strawberry mane around her fingers and wrist and yanks hard.
I gallop gaily
against her glutes.
"Such a good little
dirty girl! You love this, don't you?"
"Mm-hm," is all I
can muster in my inarticulate muddle.
"You're just a meek,
freckle-faced youngin on the streets and a freaky
wildcat in the sheets, aren't ya?"
"Yes, ma'am!"
"I beg your pardon?"
Chelsea tugs roughly. "I've never been a `ma'am' in my whole life!"
"Sorry! Ummm...miss?"
"Darn tootin'! Forever a miss and open for business!"
"Oh, come on! We're
not that far down south!"
Chelsea gasps and
thrashes my ass.
"Tryin'
to tell me how Southern I can be?? I'll tan your hide, Miss Missy!"
"Ah, fuck, yeah!"
She starts whupping
my butt good.
"Oh, so, THIS is how
you like it?" She gets in a few more stinging licks. "FILTHY...LITTLE...CUTIE!!"
One more vicious
whack and I'm there...ALL the way there. My pussy squirts buckets of burning babe
broth all over Chelsea's svelte blonde physique.
Both pairs of my
cheeks blaze with humiliation.
At first Chelsea is
speechless. Then she rises to her knees and melodramatically places her hands
on her hips.
"Well...someone's been
holding out on me. There's only one thing I do with girls who keep secrets."
I brace myself for
another beautiful beating, but instead my tushy is treated to Chelsea's tongue
tucking in for a spell.
I wiggle my patootie
and sing, "Chelsea's obsessed with my asshole!"
"Guilty as charged,"
she drones, huskily.
Chelsea wiles away
another hour in my anus and I bless her with seven more squirts to the face.
"Best spa treatment
I've ever had," she rhapsodizes.
I moan peacefully as
she marks a trail of kisses from the small of my back up to my shoulder blades.
Her arms envelop me like a snug cocoon.
"I want to keep you
but I'm sure the girls are missing you."
"Nah, they have each
other."
"I have you and I'm
missing you already."
I plant feathery
kisses on the tender underside of Chelsea's forearm and then I look into her lovestruck face.
"Thanks for sharing
your wild side with me."
Chelsea playfully
rubs her nose against mine.
"Back atcha, princess!"
We lose ourselves in
ten more minutes of warm, moist tongue kisses.
"Okay, run along,
now, little temptress...vamoose!"
Chelsea spanks my
bottom, launching me off the bed.
I find my carelessly
discarded babydoll and take longer than anyone reasonably should in covering
myself with a single tiny frock.
All the while we
watch each other with presumably the same thought racing through our minds:
sheer giddy incredulity that we actually just had
earth-shattering sex.
I wave a flirty
"bye" to Chelsea and all she can do is giggle and kick her legs like a
schoolgirl.
Somehow, Chelsea's
cast-off yellow panties are at my feet and I snatch
them up, declaring in a whisper, "I'm keeping these!"
Her jaw drops,
aghast at my sauciness, and then grins and hammers the mattress with her feet.
I make my
not-so-speedy getaway and slink down the hall, still feeling the alchemy of our
coupling in my bones.
The very present
squeals from Chelsea's bed chamber ring through my ears, turning what should
have been a walk of shame into a walk of fame.
It's been a truly
momentous day in the annals of my lesbian odyssey...and I have a sneaking
suspicion it isn't over yet...
(to be continued...)
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