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Author: Alessia Gerini
Title: Fantasy Fulfilment
Part: Chapter 2 of 15
Summary: Alessia returns to the coffee shop meeting Anelina. Together they
plan her first public exposure. Alessia runs into two students.
Keywords: FF, FFF, exhib, fant, mast
Email: alessia@37NOBULL.com
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"Fantasy Fulfilment 2"
Sub title "Fantasy Two, the Plan and Execution"
Acknowledgements
I thank Pee J for the editing, Ted Kidd for some of the ideas and Blair Brek
for pointing out some introspection I needed to do in respect of what drives
me. Although for the most part this story stands on its own but reading
Chapter One first will greatly aid the premise of this story. (See my
website at http://www.asstr-mirror.org/files/Authors/alessia/www/index.html). I make no apology for
writing this in Australian English, so no whining about my use of "Aussie"
slang, turn of phrase or spelling, okay. Ask me - I'll tell ya! Enjoy.
ONE
Following my gorgeous new friends giving me such a fantastic orgasm, I felt
flushed and excited. I went home on the train somewhat late that evening -
surprise, surprise - but I had the forethought to phone mum and let her
know I would be late. My mind was running wild with ideas for my 'mission',
to fulfil a sexual fantasy. My first thoughts were to do a good exhibition
of myself in a public place, nude, of course. Nudity around my home was
accepted by my parents as normal, but I had often wondered what might happen
if I did it in public. Some of my most common fantasies revolved around this
theme.
Perhaps I should go back a step here:
I had just been invited to join a club. A special club for lesbian women who
meet often, actually daily if one wanted to. The purpose of the club, it
seemed, was ostensibly to fulfil sexual fantasies. However, something nagged
me into believing there was more to it than that, but I would not be privy
to that until at least my next attendance tomorrow. I had overheard one of
the members excitedly speaking to the 'leader' of her 'planned mission'.
Unfortunately, I didn't get to hear it so, as I said, my mind was full of
plans for my first 'mission'. A 'mission' being the fulfilment of a fantasy.
I had already assumed that I would be accepted as a member. 'Jumping the
gun', sure I was, but the thrill I had recently had left the residue of an
adrenaline rush.
TWO
That night I lay awake for ages thinking of things I had always wanted to
do, but had never been game enough. I eventually got to sleep after some
good old-fashioned masturbation. The next day I got through my lecture and
tutorial, and had to spend time reading up economic theory, but my mind was
elsewhere. To be precise, on 'pussy'; so much so did she interfere with my
concentration that I had to go and punish her severely, twice! That did help
a bit, but when it comes to such things 'pussy' never really learns. She
just begs for more; indeed, if I did not know better I would believe she was
trying to make me her slave. And I must admit that she does take over from
time to time, but I also must admit I allow her to; I enjoy that submission.
Listen to me trying to kid myself; pussy is my 'Mistress' and I her slave. I
obey her beck and call almost without questioning; with tender love and deep
affection, I pamper her.
Anyway, that afternoon I got to the train in good time to take up my usual
spot and waited for 'her' to come - Angelina, the club's leader. The
previous evening, Angelina and Ingrid, one of the members, had excited me,
and 'Mistress' insisted that I allow them to pamper pussy to orgasm in a
coffee shop.
My boobs, nipples and pussy readied themselves by getting hard and 'puffy'
wet. She didn't turn up.
Shit,' I thought. I was so disappointed but my guess was she would be
waiting for me in the coffee shop. I got off the train dashed into the
public toilet to remove my bra and panties; I'd already been given that as a
club rule the previous day. Then I took off like a rabbit through the crowd
to the shop, my damn 36D boobs bouncing, my nipples swishing over my soft
cotton top making them rock hard again.
'Phew, she's here,' I thought as I entered; I could see Angelina seated at
the rear, at the same table as yesterday.
I looked to see if anybody was with her, yes Ingrid was. I went by the table
and was beckoned in. I lifted my skirt so my bare butt was on the seat. The
chilly vinyl on my vulva triggered a blood rush to the area gloriously
engorging it, my clitoris along with it. It turned me on instantly; my
"Mistress' took control. I shuffled my butt along the seat, immediately
sitting next to Angelina, looking at her sensuously, my nipples stiffening
further.
Ingrid grinned at me. "Hello," we both said to each other simultaneously; I
smiled sheepishly remembering her part in yesterday afternoon's play.
"Hello Angelina." I cooed as sexily as I could as pussy drove me to whatever
my destiny was to be.
"Good afternoon Alessia, how are you?" Angelina smiled broadly, and in her
deep melodic voice continued, "I can't promise a repeat of yesterday, but
you seemed to enjoy that immensely."
"Enjoy it? WOW: That was so exciting and absolutely delicious, thank you
both." I beamed at Ingrid then Angelina who gave me one of her "special"
smiles.
Immediately a fresh tingling flushed in the pit of my stomach, and my
nipples hardened to little knobs of throbbing me.
- Damn boobs are sore after that run but I wouldn't like to be without these
pleasure givers when each brush of my ultra sensitive nipples are so
exciting me - my arousal intensified.
"How do you do that to me? You know I love it, don't you?" I asked Angelina,
not attempting to suppress my aroused state. "Doing what?" Angelina said
enquiringly, looking at me with a lovely smirk on her face. "Ah, you think
now it's my smile that gets you going."
"It must be the powers you said you have," I replied.
"Yes, I have the power of suggestion, amongst them. That is all it is, it's
like mesmerising, but not as strong. You are an easy subject, as you are
really quite uninhibited in your sexuality and desires. I could use the
power of suggestion on you to the point where you really orgasm. Not only do
I enjoy turning you on, but it helps me in aiding you to achieve your
fantasies."
"Oh, god, unbelievable, am I that transparent to you?"
"Yes, you are, but don't worry, the other women are too."
"Oh, good, that's a relief. I would hate to believe that I was the only one
that you can 'see' into in that erotic way," I said, "You have a 'mission"
for me?"
"Well yes and no, but first, I should tell you that the 'club's' purpose
extends past fantasy fulfilment. We came into existence along with the
beginnings of the women's liberation movement to overcome sexual
discrimination and homophobia, especially against lesbian women. Second, to
overcome the fears we have that tend to paralyse us into inaction, that is,
to give us the courage to act with forethought and decisiveness. This
courage carries over into our business and personal lives, and we are
happier and more outgoing for it."
Angelina paused for a sip of her drink and looked at me questioningly, then
continued when I continued gazing into her gorgeous green eyes. "Oh, okay,
actually you have a 'mission' for yourself. I'll explain, but first there
are protocols built into our 'club' to assist you achieve your fantasies
with relative safely. I will discuss your fantasy with you, working through
ways to accomplish your intent. If it's complex then you'll write a 'mission
plan', if not, we'll decide to go ahead without one, but either way you
always must write a detailed report of two things. First, what you did and
second, how you felt. Do you understand that and agree to all of it?"
"Yes, surely."
"Now, the rules." Angelina went on, getting serious again, "You know about
not wearing underwear in here. That is simply so that you feel free and sexy
amongst us, and occasionally we play games when that becomes um . . .
useful," She said with a wry grin and twinkling eyes. "Secrecy, you know
about. This one is obvious; we do not want everyone knowing who we are or
what we do. We have never been betrayed, but there are contingencies in
place. What I will say is that 'revenge is sweet', and that it would be
devastating to a betrayer. Okay?"
She peered into my eyes as if she were reading my mind. All I did was start
getting the shop seat damp. She continued, "You can demand that anyone of us
help you actively participate in any fantasy mission. If you do you will be
on oath to 'owe' them one assistance in one of their missions. And you will
do whatever your assigned part is to achieve their fantasy." Still looking
at me in the eyes as I took this in. She pretended to brush off something
from my shoulder running her hand down over my breast, flipping her fingers
over my throbbing nipple in the process.
'Shhhheeesh ... ohmygoddoitagain,' I thought sucking air in hard. I could
hardly think, but that last rule sounded fair at the time. "We also have
occasional parties when your presence will be required, especially for your
initiation."
'That sounds um ... interesting,' I thought through my hazy mental processes
as I gazed into Angelina's eyes. I was melting in lust after her. I would
have agreed to anything, but I pulled myself half out of that, "Further, I
am the sole arbiter of what is or is not reasonable for your part in any
mission participation, or any other 'club' issues, and lastly, but
importantly, you will follow my orders as club leader. Okay?"
"Yes all that is quite clear I think, but . . ." Angelina cut me off.
"All right, first, sign here" she pushed a Document headed 'CLFFC Membership
Application and Rules' following my scrawly signature on the line at which
she pointed.
"If I may, a question?" I said.
"Of course, what is it sweet Alessia?"
"You said you have a mission for me. Please what is it?" I inquired again.
"You tell me. You said you wanted to be an exhibitionist yesterday,"
Angelina responded, "You want to make out with a dog, right? Get an
obstruction between you and people. Let them watch you strip for a dog, to
let it fuck you stupid."
I sat there dumfounded, "No way, never, flash, yes, but no dog."
"Oh, well just let one lick you then, just to see how good he feels."
"No, no dogs, you're joking, right?"
"Okay what then?" Angelina said suddenly grinning. "You have a mall where
you could expose yourself, don't you? Perhaps a woodland, a park, a beach?
You could do a 'Lady Godiva' on your bike, you know, ride it naked down
through the town."
"Well, I wasn't thinking of doing anything in my local neighbourhood, I do
have to live there, you know," I said laughing, because I would love to do
exactly that. "I was thinking of getting naked in some public place and
maybe touching myself up, but after yesterday, I thought I might masturbate
as well, or at least idly pull on a nipple or fondle my boobs."
"Oh yes, very sexy if you pose just right, nothing very lewd but more like
provocative. Okay, how about going to a restaurant, a bar or, say, a library
with just an overcoat on, pick a quiet spot with say two or three girls and
see what they do when only they see you undo the buttons on the coat, then
turn towards them so they can see you naked underneath, and play with
yourself in front of them? That wouldn't be very difficult for a start."
Angelina suggestively inquired.
Ingrid laughing said, "You may even get lucky."
"A library, yes, that sounds like perfect, I would be scared as hell, but it
would fit my fantasy, and the prospect of a pick-up was in my mind too, but
that would have to be as a bonus. WOW, what a pick-up line." I said somewhat
nervously, but highly excited. We all laughed loudly as I thought, no way
was I going to let a big dog near me, thank god she got off that, I don't
believe she was serious. Shit, I've heard some women go with their pet dogs,
but no way, not for me.
"All right, lets fill out this scenario a bit. I take it that you can get to
a library without much trouble?"
"Yeah, my old university library will be good for this. It's like a rabbit
warren."
"When you get there what would you do, like you couldn't just walk in stark
naked, later maybe but not at this stage, or could you?" Angelina chipped
in, a twinkle in her gorgeous eyes.
"Ooh, whoa! I'd love to but I'd be arrested." My 'pussy' lips twitched as I
thought about it. I was definitely going to leave a wet patch behind when I
left.
"Well I have a long jacket, or a natural coloured suede lambs wool lined
overcoat, that comes down below my knees."
"How long is the jacket?"
"Um ... about down to the top of my thighs; it would just cover my pussy by
a few centimetres."
"Umm, the leave the jacket till another time, the overcoat I think, anything
else?"
"Stay-up flesh-coloured stockings, my special best sheer ones and light
camel courts with medium to high heels. That would be so sexy!" I said
getting nervously excited and very aroused by the thought of exposing myself
like that.
I thought, oh, shit, god, I can do it, yes, getting a bit stickier on the
seat, as the flushes of excitement rushed from my brain, pussy and then all
through me.
Angelina slid her hand over and onto my tummy, touching me so softly. With
that my nipples stood up proudly once again. Oh, yes again like yesterday
please, leaning forward a bit to give her access to my boobs; the throbbing
knobs on my breasts begging to be touched, 'Angelina, play with me,' I
pleaded silently. 'Oh, yes.' she looked at me as if she were picturing me
dressed like that.
God, what was I doing letting practically a stranger play with my intimate
parts like this. She was taking me over. I had to take back control of
myself. But my 'Mistress' ordered me to let the green-eyed goddess 'play'
with me. 'I cannot disobey 'Mistress',' I thought.
"You would look fabulous. Alessia, I am getting aroused merely thinking of
you like that with the overcoat undone, just hanging open flapping, and you
walking towards me. Your gorgeous breasts." Angelina looked at my breasts,
nipples obviously hard, poking clothes peg marks into my top. She continued,
"Trimmed short and curlies staring at me. I would accept you into my arms
and with a lot more in mind," her eyes sparkling lustfully. As she spoke I
could see her undressing me in her mind; her eyes roaming over me.
"Me too." I said flushing even more, and remembering yesterday's orgasm with
Ingrid, and her playing with me. Continuing I said, "I would wear jeans and
a sweater, and take a bag and change in a toilet cubicle before going into
the library. Then walk out afterwards, carrying the bag and change again
when I've completed my mission."
"Okay," she said, "I don't think you need a written plan for that simple
mission. I suggest you do it as soon as you can. Tonight would be great, but
I would not let men see you, especially on your first time out. The danger
isn't great, but you don't want to get raped or roughed up, do you?" Her
hand on my tummy moved upwards! 'Ah, oh yes.' my mind raced as her palm
closed in nearer to my breast its softness moving up over my lower ribs.
"Yes, I am nervous, scared stiff excited, but I can do it." I panted, my
heartbeat increasing as her fingertips touched the incredibly sensitive
undersides of my boobs.
"Go now, get it done. You will love it, I can tell. Give me a kiss and go!"
I started trembling with arousal that had become stronger. I leaned over to
her and she held my face, gently kissing my lips. I returned the soft kiss.
Angelina's tongue found its way into my mouth tasting me. Mine followed hers
in a glorious dance. I felt her hand brush over my areole and nipple. I
moaned my delight into her mouth. I got to my feet, but I couldn't stand
upright, the table stopping me. Fingers brushed over my vulva sending my
kiss into a wild passionate one. She held it for 20 to 30 seconds then
gently pushed me away whispering, "My dear sweet Alessia, are you sure you
would not like to have one of us nearby to help if you need it?"
"No thanks Angelina, I'll be okay." I swallowed shaking in my electrified,
flushed body.
The fingers traced my now swollen, sensitised and wet labia. I groaned
softly as one finger entered me. I saw Angelina's eyes carefully watching
me.
'Oh, my god, she's gorgeous, but how can I just stay here and let her touch
*my* pussy like that,' I thought. I stayed half standing, spreading my legs
in a very vulnerable, but submissive stance letting her have her way. She
knew I loved it; she knew it was energy draining; she now knew I would
willingly submit to her or any of the dominant women. Her nail ran several
times over my clit. Slowly she withdrew her finger, my 'fragrance' blatantly
evident. She then sucked my honey-juices from her finger as if I tasted like
the most delicious of sauces.
"Good luck and be careful. I'll see *you* tomorrow sweetie. One last thing,
you must not touch yourself until you undo at least two buttons of our
overcoat in the library. And don't ask why, just obey me."
Ingrid said, "Good bye and good luck," blowing me a kiss.
"Good bye and thanks," I managed to get out of my trembling mouth with a
questioning look.
Gasping for breath, I got out from the table feeling so horny, so excited,
so aroused, so terrorised at what I was embarking upon. I wanted her to take
me so badly, but I obeyed her and so reluctantly left the coffee shop. I had
sounded confident, but I was so scared. My wobbly legs got me to the train
and home. How, I remember not. My thoughts now centred on my mission; 'What
the hell was I doing this for?' I thought. My 'Mistress' told my why; she
had started tingling when Angelina had started talking about dogs, or even
before that.
THREE
I begged mum to lend me her car: eventually she agreed. I gathered the stuff
I needed in my bag, and left heading for the library. I went to a
changing-room block, slipped off my 'regular' gear and put on my best
stay-up stockings and shoes. The stockings had lacy tops and were really
sexy looking with my flesh-coloured matching panties, but without my panties
on, oh my god I was feeling so sexy.
'Oh, my god- I thought' I loved what I saw in the mirror, my lightly
all-over tanned body, hairless pussy, but trimmed three- centimetre pubes
and firm round breasts.
'But what am I doing here?' The combination of the sheer terror of my plan
and the excitement of what I was about to do, aroused me so much. I put on
the overcoat. It was so soft and felt so damn good on my boobs, and it
swishing over my skin stiffened my nipples, immediately messaging my body to
heightened arousal. I brushed my hair and freshened my lipstick and perfume.
I put on a lot more eye shadow than usual, taking care to get, for me, an
over-the-top sexy look. I took it out past my eyes, giving me a really great
'Cats' look. Satisfied, I got my bag and went into the library, dumped my
bag with the others, but where I could grab it easily if I had to leave
quickly. Then I went right in, trembling with excitement and apprehension.
I headed for the far side from the entrance, and then nervously, I decided
to follow the windows round to the left. There are small reading tables next
the windows, placed there for their excellent light source. I looked for
girls in their late teens through to mid-twenties. No luck, so I retraced my
steps and went all the way to the right. Another blank, I was starting to
get really wet in my groin, and my with nipples rubbing on the wool, it was
making them as sensitive as hell. Indeed, my whole body felt so good against
the soft wool, I was getting dangerously close to climaxing. I went up the
stairs to the next floor and headed for the windows again.
Looking from one end to the other, I could see two girls two rows of
bookshelves along, and near the far end, another three. My heart fluttered.
From between the shelves, I looked at the two closest, definitely prospects,
but there was no table close enough to sit at, to allow me to undo my coat
slowly and to catch their attention with my stockinged legs, before the
going to the 'Full Monty'.
Well, I wasn't planning that, but it had occurred to me. The two girls
looked up at me. They exchanged quick glances and looked back interestedly.
They were attractive, but in the wrong place for my plan. I thought: 'Pity,
they would have been perfect.'
Instead, I walked all the way to the girls at the far end. This was better.
There were more bookshelves to disappear between if I had to, and a
staircase and two lifts for escape. And six big tables as well as the window
ones, several of which I could sit at and do my thing. I picked a table by
some bookshelves and sat on a chair. The sudden pressure on my highly
charged vulva nearly threw me into a climax. My heart rate must have been
alarmingly high. I have rarely been so aroused. I was almost panicking in
fright and yet at the same time so excited. A strange mix of emotions,
indeed. I looked over at the three women. They were perhaps a little older
than me, attractive, well groomed but dressed really sexily. 'Promising,' I
thought.
The library was not very busy and there were only the three of us in this
section. Good for my plan. I got a book from high up on the shelving, one
that required me to climb a short ladder. I wanted them to notice me. It
worked. They both stopped whispering and looked over at me. I quivered and
made a big fuss over getting to the table that was one away from them, but
one where I could sit sideways, then turn towards them.
I plonked my book down with a slap on the table and sat down carefully. I
would have come if I had sat down normally. I swivelled my legs under the
table. That too nearly triggered me off.
'Oh, shit I wanted to come but not yet,' my thoughts running wild.
I opened the book. I slipped my arms under the table, took a deep breath to
steady my hands, and undid the lower two buttons feeling my thighs as I did
so. They felt cool, but I was flushed in my face. I glanced over at the
three women; they were whispering again. I could not quite make out their
conversation but I thought they were talking about me; I caught something
about a coat. I took another deep breath attempting to gain some slight
control. My thoughts were racing between terror, extreme arousal, and
getting my body to work sufficiently well enough to enable me to do what I
wanted it to do.
I turned towards them sticking one leg out straight, leaving the other still
under the table, bent normally. As I undid the next button I pulled the
straightened leg up bending it, letting it fall outwards. I was looking down
to see what they should be able to see.
'Oh, shit, girl you're doing it, stop shaking so fucking much or you'll
never get the last two buttons undone,' I thought. God I was so wet I
couldn't believe it. My juicy pussy glistened under the bright reading
lights. My 'Mistress's' aroma wafted up to my nostrils stirring me on; I
love that sexy musky smell. I heard them stop whispering and I heard them
gasp, then giggle. I looked at them again with a grin on my face; they were
looking wide-eyed at me, staring at my pussy and legs. I tried to look sexy
but my heart was nearly bursting through my chest. I may have succeeded, I
don't know.
Undoing my top buttons with noticeably shaky fingers, I held my coat so they
could see my nakedness, dropping it back over my shoulders a little. I was,
I thought, offering myself to them hoping one would touch me. My boobs
seemed to me to be bursting, my pussy dripping juices, my body was on fire
so intense was my arousal. I felt their eyes all over me, burning into my
flesh, devouring my breasts and pussy . . . I imagined their hands, bodies,
lips on me, kissing my mouth, face, neck, breasts, tummy, thighs and oh god,
yes, my 'Mistress' . . . her most of all. I willed them to look at me. I
wanted that badly; I don't know why. My excitement was overwhelming; almost!
I stood and walked towards them slowly, looking at them for their reactions
I realised that although shocked, they were grabbing their things readying
themselves for a hasty retreat. I braved a sexy grin although I felt I might
panic.
"Just touch me, see if I'm real," I said more huskily than my usual voice.
They stole a quick look at each other as I kept moving towards them,
thrusting out my aching boobs. The closest woman suddenly thrust out her
hand grabbing my left breast and squeezing and twisting it viciously. I
hadn't known what to expect but it wasn't that. I groaned in pain. It hurt
like hell. Tears quickly formed blurring my vision, but I heard the vicious
one say, "She's real, let's get out of here." The pain was real too, but I
loved it. It took me close to the edge of orgasm, nearly exploding in my
highly aroused state, but, damn it, not quite. The women left me there
holding my bruised tit in one hand, steadying myself on the table with the
other, gasping: 'Oh, the agony and the ecstasy of it,' I screamed inside my
head.
I felt humiliated by their rejection, but not shamed by failure. I soon
caught my breath long enough to take refuge between two nearby rows of
bookshelves. I leant back against the shelves. Squeezing the tears from my
eyes by clamping them tightly shut, I tried hard not to burst into tears at
my achievement, limited as it was. I had done what I had set out to do and
my hand slipped to my 'Mistress' for the pent up release she needed after
many hours of tension. When I opened my eyes I saw approaching me one of the
younger girls, about my age, I had seen earlier, with an amazed and
concerned look on her face.
"Are you alright?" she inquired holding out her arms as if to hold me.
"Y.. Yes," I lied, "I'll be fine."
Suddenly I remembered my state of dress, or I should say undress, but now
the stranger was hugging me. She felt so good I that burst into tears on her
shoulder and hugged her right back.
"It's all right sweetie," she whispered into my ear as her arms encircled
me.
"Oh, thanks." I blubbered tears into her hair. As I spoke my lips coming
into contact with her neck. 'Oh, she feels exquisitely soft and warm,' I
thought as my body reacted to her touch.
I head her say, "Over here, Jessie, I found her crying, and, guess what,
she's only got this coat on."
I couldn't stop myself. I kissed her neck, snuggling my face against her
soft cheek, pulling her body onto my bared, burning flesh.
The girl continued in a loudish whisper to her friend, "And she has one
fantastic body. Her tits are big and bloody gorgeous." She stroked my neck
and patted me on the back while she called to her friend. Her friend quickly
joined her. "Hey . . . honey I love you holding me. Please hold me. I want
you touching me, I . . . god, please touch me . . . " I managed to say to
the girl holding me, as I snivelled into her hair, holding onto her around
her neck with one hand, finding one of hers and guiding it around my waist,
but under my coat.
"You want me to touch you?"
"Oh, g . . . god y . . . yes, please." I stammered, "Anywhere, anyhow." By
now I was petty sure these were the two girls I had seen earlier.
"Yo, honey, Jessie and me are um . . . well, gay, are you sure you want us?"
"So am I. Please just fucking take me ... you . . . I, oh, shit . . . don't
believe it ... yes, oh, yes. Please!" I begged.
Opening my bleary, tearful eyes I made out the two students. Well I guessed
they were. Both seemed concerned about me, but looking at me lustfully now
and then, feeling me as I again leant against the bookshelves. They were
definitely the two I had seen earlier. I thrust out my body for them to
pleasure me. I couldn't believe my luck. I tried to grin at them. Their
comforting had seen me through my extremely emotional state; now I was
simply just highly sexually charged.
"Okay, sweetie, you're really gorgeous. It'll be our pleasure. I'm Abby,
she's Jessica. What's your name?"
Two sets of hands feeling me bringing my blood back to boiling point.
Groaning in the sweeping sensations of the delectable knowing hands, I just
lay back in delirium. The exquisite pleasures of those precious hands now
supplemented by a mouth suckling a breast. Then both boobs were being
sucked. I was now only aware of my burning, oversensitive body's rapid
building up inside me ready to cum. I could hear my groans of delight. I had
gone past the point of no return I had totally lost it. Any touch of my
clitoris now would have me over the edge in seconds. I felt a hand cupping
my dripping labia, my lower tummy stiffened quickly followed by my back
arching. The aroma of my juicy pussy hung in the air assailing our senses,
driving me towards my ecstasy.
"God, I'm going to cum . . . oh shit, yes, yes!" I let go, just letting it
happen.
Fingers entered me quickly and expertly finding my g-spot, massaging it
skilfully. My bean-like clitoris was squeezed, sending me into a
mind-blowing release of my love juices, as spasm after spasm shook through
me. I sank to the floor, my jelly-like legs no longer wanting to hold me up.
I knew my legs were splayed out in a most unladylike manner, but 'Mistress'
was shooting enormous burning pleasure signals to leave them gapping apart.
I obeyed her instinctively.
"Ah ... OHSHITYESFUCKMEAGAIN ... LOVEITOHYES!!!"
I opened my eyes seeing Abby's face looking up at me, her mouth, her lips,
her tongue working magic in and around my sensitised labia, vagina and then
holding my clitoris expertly between her teeth. I was in seventh heaven and
the glory I felt must have been obvious. Jess was close to me leaning over
squeezing a boob, nipple and all increasing the intensity of my bliss. She
leaned further to kiss me as my orgasms slowed. I kissed her back
passionately, her mouth and tongue were a wonderful desert to finish my
still twitching body. Abby stayed sucking me till I finished. I was high on
these two delectable women. I still have no recollection of her going down
on me, but the effect was an unmitigated rapturous series of orgasms. Abby
kissed up my belly and breasts until we were all kissing, licking my
love-juices off Abby's face and fondling, feeling and caressing each other.
After a couple of minutes Jessie broke off saying, "Hey, we'd better get
outta here." To Abby and me: "You were a bit noisy," and giggled, "horny
bitch."
"Shit, yeah," Abby spoke up.
"God, your two are fantastic, I'm still as hot as hell; I want you both." I
giggled, "Geez, I can't bloody move."
They helped me to my feet, buttoning my coat somewhat reluctantly. I told
Jess I had some wipes to get my smeared makeup off. She had laughed when she
looked at my face. I must have looked terrible, but I still felt steamy hot
and highly elated. In fact, Abby and Jess were flushed too. They ushered me
down the staircase and outside through the back door. I then remembered my
bag. Abby offered to get it. I described it and she ran off to fetch it for
me.
While Jess and I waited, she held onto me, directing me into a shadowy
doorway in the old sandstone building near the library ground floor. I was
in such a horny state I wanted to hold her, make love to her and Abby. Jess
held me from behind, her left hand slipping between my coat buttons to
fondle my right breast. I sighed in contentment as she rolled my nipple
between her thumb and fingers. It was delightful and I leant back onto her
to enjoy her magnificent ministrations. I felt my body readying for a long
loving session with these two new friends.
Abby came back in a few minutes with my bag. I kissed her cheek; she felt
fantastic. She was flushed hot from running or maybe it was from our
session. I know now it was from both. She saw Jess's hand inside my coat and
grinned, "Lucky bitch," at Jess.
"C'mon, let's get to the toilet block and clean up, you're still a mess."
Abby giggled.
"You should see you," Jess laughed softy with Abby and me. "And you went in
the library like that. You look fucked."
"Hell, we all look like we've been doing exactly what we've been doing,
let's go." I giggled again.
We headed for the toilets post-haste and cleaned up enough to look
reasonably presentable. Then they broke the bad news. They both had a
tutorial they had to co-present in less than thirty minutes. I would not be
able to reciprocate until they finished, but I had to get the car back: I
wouldn't have time. Abby suddenly realised that I had not told them my name.
She asked me and I told her. We swapped telephone numbers promising to get
together really soon. They both then rushed off, each first giving me a hot
kiss. I was left there still feeling as horny as hell.
Copyright (c) by Alessia Gerini
Alessia@37.com
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