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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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