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This is a sexual fantasy, a fiction, none of the characters ever existed so 
the things they did were only in my demented mind.

Children at varying ages are allowed to watch sex on TV
Or go see sexy Hollywood movies
Girls may legally have full on sex at 16 with boys or girls
But you most definitely can't read about it until you are 21
So if you're too young don't read this, you'll go blind
If you're an adult and don't like to read about sex why are
you sill here?

All of my stories are archived at http://stories.wtcsites.com/  Any comments 
are appreciated at alessia@taxiway.com good, bad, whatever; I read and reply 
to them all.


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Wagga Wagga Part 3
Sub Title: Loving April In Summer
{FdomF lite, Rom, exhib}
For the assm Romantic Summer Solstice Festival 2002
Revised version
By Alessia Gerini copyright (c) 2002 who is deeply indebted to PeeJ for 
editing this erotica.


It was wonderful. My nipples stirred appreciatively in my bra.  I looked at 
her naked beauty wondering what I might do, what I would make her do.

On only my third day in Wagga Wagga I had been loaned April, a 
newly-collared slave girl of only three days. I had been at her 'ceremony' 
on thee day  I'd arrived. April had to do anything at all that I asked. I 
just had to tell her or simply do whatever I wanted to her sexually or 
anything I wanted. My mind raced with possibilities - of fantasies long 
held. Things I would not ask anyone else to do with me, to me or I to them. 
But still I had all night and the next day to dominate this girl to my 
hearts desire.

Damn it, I am submissive myself; I wanted to be dominated especially by her, 
but this was not the way it could possibly work. It was for me to lead 
despite my inclinations. I'd had fantasies about April for months. Sure, I 
loved Annette and she was very special to me - as her submissive. But April 
I knew as a fellow submissive and a beautiful, and intelligent young woman. 
At our first meeting we had hit it off immediately and had become firm 
friends.

She sat naked at my feet. I leaned over, almost to assure myself that she 
was real. I ran my fingertips firmly over her upper arms, along her shoulder 
muscles to her black suede collar. Her alabaster skin was pure joy to my 
touch. I continued my exploration down over her collarbones to the swelling 
of her breasts. The incredible feeling under my fingertips went from bone 
and muscle to soft, sensitive flesh.

Quivering in anticipation I moved my fingers lower. I noticed her breathing 
quickening. My fingers and palms ran over the silken tissue of her areolae. 
A sharp gasp escaped her lips and her chest heaved under my hands. Circling 
her areolae with the pads of my fingers I listened to her breathing quicken 
and felt her nipples knot hard. I squeezed and pulled gently on her knotted 
knobs; my excitement increased dramatically. I tingled as I sensed her 
arousal grow from my attention.

Her long raven hair shone under the afternoon light as she sat at my feet 
patiently waiting for me to speak as I teased her upper body. The clock on 
the wall ticked loudly. The only other sound came from our breathing and 
perhaps my heart pounding in lust. I looked down at her, past her breasts; 
she sat on her long shapely legs, her knees apart, her long slender fingers 
rested on her knees. Her nails were painted pearly white and manicured short 
but well shaped.

She was facing away from me, her back straight, head bent forward in 
submission, and her long hair in a ponytail flowing down her back. She wore 
a perfume that was divine; probably a splash-all-over skin perfume. It 
wafted through my senses. I noticed her nipples were proud and at attention 
still hard from my teasing, that her labia were swollen, shiny, damp and 
pink. I was a bit taken back to see her nakedness extended to her total lack 
of pubic hair; she had no hair from her neck down anywhere. Had she prepared 
herself like that for me? Probably everything but shaving her mound. I 
stared over her shoulder fascinated by the beauty of all of her.

Although her father was a least part European, probably French, her mother 
was Vietnamese. Her near white Asian skin looked warm in the light that 
seemed to give her a slight tan and a sexy gloss. Her quiet, submissive 
demeanour and her ultra sensuous appearance excited me even more. After 
several minutes of procrastination I moved my fingertips back onto her 
shoulders from my idle roving of her skin, then speaking softly, breathed 
into her ear, "April?".

She shuddered as my breath wafted into and around her ear and she responded 
softly but quite audibly, "Yes?"

"We have plenty of time to be together. Let's go for a walk down at the mall 
in your new sexy slave clothes. I want to have some fun and show you off."

"Of course. I'll change in one minute flat."

"Open the curtains, my sweet; I want to see you in all your glory. Change in 
the open window for me."

"Oh, um . . . certainly."

I looked out of the full length window, its curtains pulled back, seeing the 
blue sky with its white fluffy clouds peppering the summer sky of inland 
Australia. Although late in the afternoon it was still quite hot. Wearing 
our light summer outfits would not be a problem in the warmth outside.

Within no time April was back standing naked in the in the window's light, 
putting on a red Lycra skirt mini skirt.  Then came a matching red cut-off 
crop-top with one sleeve that barely covered her left areola or the bottom 
swelling of the undersides of her breasts, finally her black velvet collar 
and very high-heeled black strapped sandals.

Her muscled, slim, tummy looked fabulous with a silver waist chain around 
it; she wore no underwear at all, because I had told her to not wear a bra 
or panties. She told me that Andréa did not allow her to wear panties but 
that she would be pleased not to wear a bra if that is what I wanted. April 
confided in me that never wearing panties made her feel very sexy all the 
time. Even dressed she oozed sensuousness and made me feel almost dowdy.

To see her bathed in the late-afternoon sunlight was magical for me. My 
desire for her increased and my body responded accordingly. While she 
certainly looked very sexy it was not what one wears in conservative old 
Wagga Wagga. I was wearing a thin white sun dress that barely reached mid 
thigh, heeled sandals and my lacy bikini underwear. I took in my outfit 
deciding that, with my light tan, good sized breasts and cleavage I really 
did look quite chic, even if next to April, somewhat conventional. I figured 
that together we would stand out like beacons.

I saw her looking out of the window, realising as I did that she was 
exposing herself to the world. She seemed to enjoy showing herself off, 
although there were probably only a few people out there returning from 
Christmas shopping in town or whatever.

In her demeanour there was the nervous tension of being 'caught' in the 
window, blatant in her nakedness, but it showed as a cheekiness, as a 
strip-tease artist who strips for thrills might look. I watched her dressing 
and in spite of her exhibitionism, I knew she was showing her charms 
primarily for me. I enjoyed her show immensely. I was especially taken in by 
her cleanly shaved pussy. Her hood was well defined and tapered into her 
inner labia that disappeared between her even puffy pink outer labia. Her 
physical perfection really turned me on. I grinned at her as my body and 
mind responded with goose bumps, tingly nipples and that feeling in my 
groin.

Exchanging warm glances we set off to the mall and I held her hand. It was 
trembling and I wondered if it was her outfit or being with me. I asked her, 
"Why are you trembling, sweetie?"

"I've not held hands with a beautiful girl or worn these clothes downtown 
before. I'm finding it scary . . . um . . . people will look at us."

I smiled, "Yes I thought of that. It doesn't worry you, does it?"

"Well, yes and no, its not just scary, there's the thrill of being with you 
and in this outfit - that makes me quiver. It's a kind of weird excitement 
I'm not used to. I think I love it."

"Oh," I giggled; she giggled with me. "Get used to it then," I continued. I 
caught her eye; her black eyes shone back into mine. She squeezed my hand 
lightly. I felt a tingling start in my nether region once again and I wanted 
to kiss her badly and of course I could have. With the 20-20 vision of 
hindsight I don't know why I didn't. We walked happily, but in contented  
silence to the mall, window shopped then sat and had coffee in the middle of 
the mall in an al fresco type setting.

I could hardly not have noticed that most of the Christmas shopping crowd 
had been taking notice of us. April was glancing around watching the 
watchers. Her face had flushed prettily.

As we sat our eyes met; her eyes were smouldering and I knew mine were too. 
I asked her to raise her arms and run her fingers through her hair. As she 
lifted her arms, her breasts began to come into view from under her top. Oh, 
how sexy that looked! I told her not to raise her arms any higher as her 
nipples were almost poking into sight. She looked as though she would have 
kept going if I had not stopped her. Then I realised that of course she 
would have because I had not told her to stop.

She had stopped breathing in anticipation; she had flushed red in the face 
by then, but it was a glow of excitement. It seemed as much thrill for her 
as it was for me. I caught her eye and we grinned. I leaned over and taking 
her hand, kissed her palm. I gave her palm the tip-of-my-tongue treatment. 
Her eyes blurred over as she eyed me, slowly moving her gaze down, and then 
locking them onto my breasts. I felt my nipples harden at her lustful stare. 
Inwardly I smiled. Now we both had our nipples proud and standing to 
attention in our tops; visible for public viewing.

She knew what was happening and I saw her quiver in exhilaration again. I 
asked her to cross her legs. She knew I wanted her to let her short skirt 
ride up. Not that she could have pulled it down with her arms held high. We 
both knew that she looked exceedingly sexy; certainly the men and boys 
appreciated her stunning beauty. Some women also looked at her, conscious of 
her sexy assets, her sheer exquisiteness, coupled perhaps with even a little 
jealously too. It was strange, given our situation, I felt proud to be with 
her; somehow her sexiness rubbed off onto me.

I could see the gleam in April's eyes as I made her flaunt herself in the 
crowded mall. Her breasts were thrust forward allowing her hardened nipples 
to poke themselves into blatant visibility in her little crop top. Her black 
hair shone in the bright lights and she swung her legs to a crossed 
position. Of course her skirt rose to an obscene height. Her calves were 
stretched into a beautiful shape by her stiletto heels. Other passers-by 
stared at us; more than a few comments came our way, many complementary, but 
some were mean, meant to be nasty. I decided that we didn't need that so I 
gestured to April that we should leave.

As we left I took her hand and again I found her trembling uncontrollably. 
"Are you all right?" I enquired.

"Yes, oh yes, I felt the world staring at me - it was so exciting."

"It was for me too, April. Seeing you like that with your skimpy sexy 
outfit, but your boobs were almost uncovered to your nipples when I stopped 
you. You knew that, didn't you?

I saw something in her eyes as she turned and looked at me saying, "Yeah, I 
guessed it was very close." A cheeky grin crossed her face and a tremble ran 
through her. "I know flashed my pussy as I stood up, I couldn't stop 
myself."

I nearly chocked laughing, "You didn't, did you?"

"Yeah!" She grinned and looked at my serious face. "Oh, was that wrong?"

"No, I just didn't think you would do that: You horny thing!"

"Phew, I thought I was in trouble and might be punished."

"No honey, I just wish I'd seen you."

"I'll show you anytime Alessia," she said giggling.

"You really are gorgeous. I feel so privileged being with you. I want you, 
you know that, don't you?" I was getting very aroused by the whole scenario 
being played out around me.

"But I am not beautiful next to you. And I've wanted you since I first saw 
you."

"Thank you, you're so sweet and I will have  my piece of you before I 
leave."

"Oh yes please, Alessia."

"God, how can you think that you aren't gorgeous. You have a fantastic body 
and face to die for."

It seemed we had a mutual admiration society going on between us. We smiled 
sexily at each other, no longer caring what onlookers might think. Not that 
it had worried me too much before, but I did not live in this town, April 
did, at least, and as far as I knew she planned to stay with Andrea, her new 
mistress.

"You really think so?"

"Hell, yes, darling.  Nearly everyone who saw you boggled in amazement or 
lust. Some looked at me enviously - at least the ones who might have guessed 
we were a couple, even if it's only for today and tomorrow."

"I don't think I'm that good looking."

"Believe me, sweetie, you are! Now let's go down to the park."

It wasn't a question and she nodded assent. We interlocked arms and fingers 
like the lovers we were becoming, enjoying the electrical energy of our 
togetherness.

With the sun now low on the horizon, I led her towards the civic garden, 
close to the library and arts centre. I knew there were lovely grassed lawns 
and flower beds there. Places where we could be together outside in the 
still-warm evening air. Where we might even be seen in our lovemaking.  As 
an exhibitionist, that idea thrilled me and I had gathered by then that 
April would too; not that, as a slave, she had a say in it.

There were few people in the gardens, but there were a few couples across 
the far side of the stream that ran through the park. I picked a spot and 
gestured to April to lay out the small rug we had brought with us. I sat to 
one side, and asked April to join me; I lay on my side facing her as she 
carefully lay down next to me.

I was feeling warm and close to April even though we had not spoken very 
much. I sensed a strange kind of bond developing between us, the kind of 
bond two submissives have when their partners have virtually ordered them 
together, knowing that in itself that would bond us. It was no secret 
between the four of us that Annette was my dominant and I her submissive 
partner. I reached over to April's collar feeling the suede and her neck. I 
speculated aloud to April, "I wonder whether I would ever go so far as to 
wear Annette's collar if she asked me?"

"It's wonderful for me, Darling, but there is more than meets the eye to 
consider. For example, today I must please you in whatever way you want. My 
feelings are not a consideration, but I will do anything to please Mistress 
Andrea, including pleasuring you sexually or anything else."

"And you accept that?"

"Anything that pleases Andrea also pleases me."

"You are avoiding my question honey. You accept that you must follow 
Andrea's orders whatever they are?"

"Yes! Unquestionably!"

"Including being loaned to me to take my orders?"

"Yes!"

"Yeah, okay I accept that. You can say that, but I don't really know if you 
want me."

"Oh, didn't Andrea tell you I wanted you, to make you happy. Ever since that 
night you spent with us all."

"Yes, she did, but you love her, right?"

"Oh, god, yes, more than anything, but I also wanted to make love to you 
because I do adore you too. It's hard to explain, but that night was really 
special for me. If it wasn't for Andrea and Annette I would have tried to 
win your heart. If you like, I've had a crush on you since then."

"That's a sweet thing to say. I guess I've felt like that about you too. But 
then I've told you how much I want you, haven't I?" it wasn't a question, it 
was a fact we both knew was true and April didn't reply, but did smile 
sheepishly.

At that I felt I wasn't taking advantage of my 'gift' of April although I 
would have anyway. I leant up on my elbow and kissed her gently on the lips, 
but held onto our touch for a minute or so. By the end of that she had 
started to press and her breathing rate had increased. I parted my lips and 
tongued her lips. I pressed and she allowed me in. We explored each others 
mouths. I sucked her tongue into my mouth and she sucked onto my lips. We 
were really passionate by the time we eventually parted. We were both 
breathless and steaming hot for each other.

For my part my lips tingled, my nipples were pressing hard against my bra 
and the heat in my groin was matched by its wetness. I'd been waiting for 
this for a very long time. I was wide awake, my body ached in desire, my 
mind ablaze with the thought of spending many hours with this quiet, but 
beautiful person. The sex would be wonderful I knew it from our kiss. She 
seemed to be ablaze before my eyes as her eyes lowered in submission.

That kiss with April was either excellent acting or true passion.  Whatever, 
it certainly set my heart beating arousing me tremendously. I could smell 
her passion or maybe was it my own. The aroma of woman engulfed me. I moved 
to kiss her again, but this time there was immediate heat in the feelings 
sparking between us. Our tongues met, then our lips, our mouths moved in a 
tango of sexual fervour.

The heat between us intensified as we squirmed and knotted together, our 
naked legs entwined.  She felt wonderful. Her top had ridden up a little and 
again I could see the bottom of her breasts. The off-white skin colour of 
her tummy barely changed where it met her full breasts. She saw where my 
eyes were focused and smiled. Cupping her breasts she offered them to me.

I forgot where we were and took her as the lust for her built in me. Burying 
my face in her fleshy silkiness, I kissed her sweet areolae till I heard her 
quietly moan, then I took her nipples one after the other gorging on each 
till her moans became frantic. She rolled onto her back pulling me on top of 
her. Her gorgeous breasts were now fully exposed to me; I ran my cheeks over 
them revelling in their softness. Teasingly I opened my mouth and huffed and 
puffed on her excited breasts. She writhed under me, her head thrashing, her 
eyes closed.

Of course, I knew she was being turned on by me. I love giving true pleasure 
to others and I continued kissing her armpits, her neck and her face. She 
slipped her top over her head leaving her arms behind her head. Oh, my god, 
she looked wonderful and so vulnerable with her eyes closed, and mouth open 
making sexy little sounds.

We hadn't spoken for minutes, no words were needed, and for us there were 
only the two of us in the world right then. Becoming conscious of my 
clothing inhibiting me, I slipped the sleeves of my sun dress over my elbows 
and off while she unbuttoned the dress from the back. My bra followed 
quickly and we clasped each other while we kissed again. Her hands explored 
my back as I buried my face into her neck, nibbling and tasting her skin, 
purring my pleasure into her ears.

She whispered, 'Alessia' over and over again in a husky uneven voice as she 
gasped in quick spurts. My nipples were hard and hot for attention so I 
leaned up and over her face. She immediately gorged on my boobs just as I 
had wanted her to. I watched her face and her mouth go from side to side as 
I twisted myself so as each of my boobs got their fair share. The exquisite 
pleasure scorched though me setting me on fire as she feasted expertly on 
me. My breathing matched hers, short raspy gasps of delight.

My panties soon became saturated as my groin ached for her tongue.  Quickly 
looking around I couldn't see anybody looking, although I was almost beyond 
caring, I hitched up my skirt and pulled my panties hard to one side of my 
throbbing lips and sat on her breasts. My juices covering her as her soft 
breast flesh squeezed into me; her rock solid nipples rubbing against and 
flicking my most sensitive spots. The silky folds of my pussy slithered over 
her magnificent skin driving me onward in my sensual voyage. She squeezed 
her breasts together for me as I slid myself over her; the sensations were 
breathtaking.

My pussy lips were by now fully sensitised and bloated red with blood. 
Aroused beyond belief I moved my pussy up and over her face. Her eyes fixed 
in hunger on my pussy. I pulled my panties off in a frenzy of craving. Her 
eyes gleamed up at me as I slowly sunk myself onto her gaping mouth. Within 
seconds she was taking my drenched pussy lips into her mouth, tonguing them 
from end to end in a wild fervour. Licking all my spilt juices from wherever 
she found it. I swear I felt my pulsating bean creep out of its protective 
hood.

My breathing turned to ragged short pants as her mouth, her tongue  swept 
over me, into me. Gasping to her, "God, girl eat me, suck my clit, bite it. 
Your bloody gorgeous fucking mouth is incredible."  I put my hands and knees 
on the grass by her head and by spreading my knees I pressed my pussy into 
her face. Into her magnificent mouth.  Onto her gorging face.

Her tongue drove hard into me as I'd never had I it before, her tongue sawed 
across my dribbling pussy, then flicked in a hard pointy muscle over and 
around while her lips attached to me with a glorious suction taking large 
slabs of me into her mouth. She would let my labia slip through her mouth, 
between her teeth, as she moved her head to reach my eager bean. Only to 
tease it with a quick suck and flicking of her lizard like tongue.

Expertly she took me up to that heavenly bliss then eased off before I 
exploded. Then again she would latch onto me to take me up once again. I 
could barely keep my arms steady as she grabbed my ass cheeks, pulling me 
hard onto her face as she sucked my clit between her teeth, nibbling it. She 
slipped a finger into my asshole while her thumb worked into my pussy, 
squeezing against her finger the membrane between.  Her lips, mouth, tongue 
and chin worked miracles on my silky-soft folds. Her face seemed to 
disappear into me for minutes latched onto my hood and hard bean and from 
there along the full length of my labia lips.

The ultimate build up was sensational. Glorious. Ecstatic. I felt its 
oncoming rushing to engulf me, my back buckling, arms trembling, then my 
mind was blown away with pure pleasure. I heard an eerie kind of wailing 
coming from deep within me. In no time I had come all over her face several 
times. My arms turned into jelly and I collapsed onto her but she held on, 
her tongue and mouth still going  deep then back to my clit. I lay there 
muttering, to April not to stop. I was almost delirious.

Never had anyone been so expert in lovemaking with me. My mind stopped 
thinking and I was blown away with the fairies again. I think I passed out 
for awhile, because the next thing I knew April was over me, kissing my 
breasts again. God I was still horny, although I had come twice, or maybe 
three or four times within a few short minutes. April was not letting me 
come down anytime soon keeping up with that behaviour; not that I minded but 
there were people about. Including some wide-eyed spectators that I was 
about to notice. I was delighted by her, not at all fazed, indeed, I would 
have been surprised had she not been aroused although I suspected that I 
felt her shudder with an orgasm during mine. But then there might have been 
an earthquake that I might not have noticed during those minutes of pure 
ecstasy.

As I became aware of the world again I could see the couples we had seen 
earlier looking over the stream at us mouth agape. My mind exhilaration was 
acute. I wanted so badly to taste April; to give her some of her treats in 
return. Her face was a picture, flushed pink and wet from my musky honeydew. 
I saw her look around gasping at the attention we were receiving and a 
shiver went through her. Her poor nipples were still knotted hard and her 
inner thighs covered with her woman's tangy honey. Its musky bouquet along 
with mine hung in the air in a sexy piquant mix: A cloud of woman-sex.

Her hair was dishevelled. Her breasts pink and heaving. Her smile a mile 
wide. Her intense look loving. As she drew back a little from me, but still 
close, I realised that my arms were around her. She sat up next to me, we 
kissed for a long time. I tasted myself on her face. Reluctantly our lips 
parted slowly. We gazed into each other our eyes not blinking but licentious 
in intent. Our lust and love obvious to us both. Our eyes had spoken all 
that was needed for that moment.

April had seated herself as I had seen her in the apartment. Her legs under 
her, her knees apart but now she faced me. April was showing herself to me. 
It was her slave way of begging to be taken to orgasm. Sopping wet, her 
swollen lips glistening in the last lights of a beautiful sunset. She must 
have been on fire internally. I can only imagine the throbbing and aching 
for release she was experiencing. I grinned to her gorgeous face then looked 
at her pussy pointedly. I smiled in gratitude hoping to impart my ardour to 
her. She beamed back, her eyes flames of craving.

I had to have her to myself. Unsteadily I got to my feet with her help and 
as darkness fell with the sun now well below the horizon, the two of us 
dressed and holding each other tightly, we headed back to the small 
apartment. The fire within me seethed. I could not keep my hands off her as 
we wound our way home. We had just started our night together and we were 
falling in love, although we both knew we could never be a couple like we 
were at that moment. Bliss.

Life, fate and our partners would never allow it.  Alas.

Original version written for the ASS.M Rom Summer Solstice Festival 2002
Revised version
By Alessia Gerini copyright (c) 2002
All of my stories are archived at http://stories.wtcsites.com/ale
Any comments are appreciated at alessia@taxiway.com good, bad, whatever; I 
read and reply to them all.


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