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Title: Fantasy Fulfillment Chapter 6
Author: Alessia Gerini
{FF+F, exhib, voy, toys, cons, rom}
Editor: PeeJ
Copyright: Alessia Gerini (c) 2001

Comments will be delightfully received at Alessia@37.com or in my web-page 
guest book at http://www.asstr-mirror.org/files/Authors/alessia/www/ and I take this opportunity to 
thank anyone to whom I didn't reply.


The usual **LEGAL** stuff about this being adult material. Leave now if you 
are too young to read sexually explicit stuff, 16 where I live, 18 in most 
jurisdictions, some require you to be 21. The disclaimer in Part 1 of this 
third of three parts applies equally to this part so please read that first.





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Do yourselves a big favour and read all the earlier Chapters in numerical 
order before reading this, it will make more sense. Although I do try to let 
each Chapter stand on its own I can only do this to a point. Whatever, enjoy 
it!



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FANTASY FULFILMENT

Chapter 6
(FF+F, exhib, voy, toys, cons, rom)

THE SHOPPING TRIP

FIVE: Going Home


Angelina asked quietly, "Do you want to go home or go to my place?"

"Could we go to your place, please?"

"Yes, of course, hold on a Sweetie, we'll be there in ten minutes. I'm proud 
of you; not many have your willpower, believe me. I have put quite a few to 
the test in my time and you are right up there with the best."

"That wouldn't be long, you're not that old, you look to be thirty, tops," I 
laughed.

"Oh, thank you, but go a bit higher. Oh, and put your arm up again Darling. 
I want to feel your breast with that 'jewellery' on it. It does feel nice, 
doesn't it?"

"Oh shit, Angelina, I've been so close to going right off for ages, I don't 
think I can take much more."

As I was saying this, my arm went to her neck. If she wanted to touch my 
boob it was hers to touch. I griped the panic handle above my door and held 
on for my delicious Angelina to work her magic on my breast. For a while now 
my nipples had started throbbing, driving 'mistress pussy' to a 
juice-dribbling mess of erogenous flesh, with my clitoris throbbing 
mercilessly too. I had checked my nipple tips and blood was getting through 
okay. She ran her hand up my arm, beneath my armpit and across my breast to 
my areole, and squeezed my nipple's tip. Then she very gently ran her finger 
pads over and around its peak. My back arched involuntarily; my 'mistress' 
erupted twitching and spurted my juices through my drenched thong. My moans 
of delight were muffled by the car radio. 'Oh, my god, for how long is this 
exquisite pleasure going to last? It seemed that the longer I denied myself 
the ultimate in pleasure, the more wonderful every stimulus became. The 
throbbing of my breasts, labia and clitoris were becoming a little painful 
and although the soreness was highly pleasurable I worried a little about 
that.

"Angelina," I ventured, "I'm getting sore boobs and pussy. I will be okay, 
won't I?"

"Yes, Sweetie you'll be fine! You might enter a higher level of arousal that 
makes a normal aroused state feel tame. I had you mesmerised for the early 
part of our trip this afternoon. But you might get a little pain with the 
pleasurable sensations you will get if you get to the higher stage. Do you 
think you have reached that yet?"

"Yes, awhile back at the shop I think, it's magical. Everything feels 
fabulous, like I'm floating through a cloud of sensuality making my body so 
. . . I can't find the words. Sort of like in that old Jane Fonda movie, 
'Barbarella' I think it was called. I saw it on cable two or three years 
ago. Do you know it?"

"Yes, I've seen it. She hates it, you know. Anyway, yes I know what you 
mean. You are up there, aren't you?"

"Yeah, I think so."

"Do you like it?"

"Yes."

"How long would you like to stay there?"

"Can I have orgasms here?"

"Yes, but thy would soon break the spell unless I'm with you to help you get 
back up again, but you might be able to learn to get high by yourself."

"Oh, so I can't have both sensations up here without you? You will teach me, 
maybe?"

"Maybe, and you may or may not be able to get there again unless I help 
you."

"For how long can I stay here now without your help?"

"Without me? As long as you don't orgasm, maybe until tomorrow morning."

"Wow, that's hot! So I must choose to orgasm or stay with you until you can 
teach me, right?"

"Yes, provided you can learn. Some women just can't be taught so they can 
never get high without me and even then it's not guaranteed."

"Mmm, okay, can I play it by ear so to speak and I'll try hard to learn if 
you would teach me. You will try, right?"

"Well, provided I think you're all right, yes."

"Angelina?"

"Um . . . yes, Alessia?"

"I love you!"

"I think I may love you too despite what I said earlier."

We had just stopped while traffic passed so we could turn right across the 
oncoming traffic. Angelina ran her hand all over my breast before removing 
it to turn. Oh, shit, this vibrator is such a turn-on and I've spurned them 
for years. How stupid of me.

"Oh, Angelina I felt that all over me, like a wave of exquisite pleasure. 
Will you make love to me tonight? I can ring my mum and tell her I won't be 
home. Please?"

She looked at me saying,

"I think we can arrange something."


FIVE: Angelina's Apartment


We turned into a driveway and into an underground car park. Together with 
Angelina, I took the box on my lap, my bag, and my folder to the entrance to 
the lobby of the apartment building.

She pressed a call button by the door. Ingrid answered, "Hello," came 
through a little speaker above us.

"It's me," Angelina said.

"Okay"

The electronic lock clicked open, Angelina pushed the door, it opened for 
us. She indicated I should enter so I did, she followed me. We walked inside 
and up to the lifts. Three young teenage girls in school uniforms came along 
just as we had got into one. Angelina held the doors and they rushed in. The 
doors closed. They saw me, I smiled at them as their mouths dropped open. 
They seemed fascinated by me, and I was intrigued by their reactions to my 
appearance. Two turned away the third stared at my breasts, my thong, my 
pussy.

She must have smelled my 'pussy's fragrance,' and then she figured out to 
what the chain and crystal was attached. She saw my clamps and her jaw 
dropped further, her mouth opening even further. A drip of my juice ran down 
my inner thigh, it tickled. I ran my hands down from my waist over my hips 
to my thighs smoothing my sheer little skirt as sexily as I could. I felt 
very good, unreasonably so, so horny and so sexy: I felt as though I was 
oozing sex and in a manner of speaking I literally was. The girl stared as 
if she didn't believe her eyes. By now, judging by her shirt, her nipples 
were nearly as hard as mine. Angelina noticed the girl's nipple bumps too 
and gave the girl a polite smile.

"We are almost there," the girl said.

The doors opened and the girls got out with 'that' one still staring at me. 
She was cute and I got quite a buzz from her attentive eyes. The lift 
stopped a few floors up. Angelina ushered me out, knocking on the door to 
her left in the little lobby. I heard a peephole open and shut.

The door swung open, Ingrid, said, "Hi, you two come on in."

Ingrid was stark naked, with not even jewellery or a watch on her.

"Thanks, I've Alessia with me, but she's on an erotic trip."

"Wow, so she can get up there already?"

"Sure, fantastic isn't it. She didn't need much help from me either. She 
almost induced it on herself, didn't you Alessia?"

"Um . . . I guess so. It's like . . . " I paused trying hard to think back 
and not wanting my body to stop from feeling ultra-sensitised.

"I think it slowly came over me when Angelina told me not to come until she 
said I could."

"I'll just go and put this stuff away." Angelina left us together.

"You look great, you've a great figure. Beautiful perky boobs to be proud 
of." I said standing there looking at the naked body of Ingrid.

Blushing, she said coyly, "Thanks butt you look so sexy and your body is 
wonderful."

She kept on, "How do you feel," Ingrid asked, as she walked into the living 
room. I watched her beautiful body with its swaying hips move away from me. 
I followed her. She had a figure like Angelina, but a smaller and more 
youthful version of it. She stopped, turned and leaned against a 
French-polished card table, with her hands behind her. In such a position 
her hips naturally thrust forward. I could not help but notice her 
ever-so-neat, very small triangle of pubic hair that seemed to draw my eyes 
to it.

She showed no embarrassment at me staring and asked again, "Alessia, how do 
you feel?"

"Wonderful, like I'm so sensitive even to suggestive looks or the breeze, 
almost anything and we made love on the floor in a dress shop. God, honey 
I'm so hot, as sensitive as anything."

"In what way, sensitive?"

"Oh, sorry, I'm on an erotic high, it's sexually amazing, but I want to . . 
. to . . . "

"Come?" she said.

"Oh shit, yes, yes . . . Angelina has had you here?"

"Oh yes, many times, but I don't need her anymore. I know how to get myself 
up. I love getting up there, but to be high making love it the absolute 
ultimate in pleasure. It's totally hot! You feel it, don't you?"

"God, yes. I can imagine, but not being able to orgasm for ages is a problem 
for me but I have just managed not to so far."

"I can have amazing orgasms by holding back, better than just ordinary ones 
as great as they are and you don't have to hold off every time, holding back 
for ages that's a secret, but you can learn, I'm sure you could."

Angelina came back wearing a see-through bra and matching thong.

"I'm told by Ingrid she can get high like me, but still come. Why can't I?"

"Well, I didn't expect you to give up yet! To be honest with you I think 
you'll learn quickly but I don't like getting hopes up too high too fast so 
no promises, okay?"

"Okay!"

I was so high I was leaking my juices copiously right through my thong. 
Seeing Ingrid and talking sex with her after that girl in the lift, after 
the sex shop, and with the vibrator still stimulating me, I was at the point 
where I just had to admit defeat and explode in orgasms. I would face the 
consequences afterwards. My only hope was for Angelina to let me go right 
off my face and let go now.

"Ingrid has cooked us a delicious meal, can't you smell the food. Let us eat 
then I will get you to reach a climax like you may never achieve again! I 
heard you talking to Ingrid so what do you want, to come now or wait and 
possibly learn, like Ingrid, and hold on just a bit longer?"

"Alessia, Angelina is offering you something few women ever discover can be 
real. If you want my advice, at least try to hold on."

'Oh fuck, oh shit, oh all right. Okay I'll try."

Ingrid wiggled her pert breasts at me and went into the kitchen saying, 
"Good, choice."

"I'll get you comfortable." Angelina said, as she approached me.

"Why is everything, everybody so wildly erotic to me?"

"At first, it was to arouse you; second, to let you orgasm to give you a 
release, but not so you didn't want more; third, to arouse you again, but 
for this occasion to ask that you deny yourself. Forth, that by doing so 
voluntarily, you demonstrated the willpower you need for this stage. You 
have reached, and more or less maintained this plateau of acute sexual 
excitement for nearly two hours, despite being sexually stimulated time and 
again. Normally in such circumstances you might have had two, maybe three 
orgasms given the chance, but you've been in public much of that time where 
you would have controlled yourself anyway. In doing things this way you are 
now sensitised all over and enjoying your body's delights. Normally you 
would just be horny now but not feeling so fantastic. You are still being 
subjected to erotic stimuli, am I right?"

"Oh yes, yes!"

"Okay, good. Let me fix you for dinner?"

"Okay."

Angelina put her hand on my cheek. It felt wonderfully cool against my hot 
face. Then she ran her fingers down my cleavage to undo my top, slowly 
removing it.

"You are on the last, short leg now my baby, please don't blow it."

"I will not let you down Angelina."

"One final trial which I think you'll love, but after dinner. Here is Ingrid 
now."

'Oh, not another trial,' I thought.

Ingrid came in wearing a full apron over her birthday suit, carrying a 
platter of quick, deep-fried whitebait,

"Uh, oh, I can't sit like this, I'm drenched, absolutely sopping wet, my 
pussy is really squirting my juices into my thong almost continuously. Look 
it's running down my legs, I've dripped on your floor. What more can I do to 
disgrace myself? Sit, that's what," I said, in desperation.

"We know all that Darling, we know. You can stand if you really want to, but 
the seat can be cleaned and you could take your thong off. Seeing your pussy 
won't put us off our food!"

"Um . . . okay, I'll take my skirt off too."

I felt so outrageously hot I did a slow strip for them. I couldn't have done 
a quick one or I would have sprayed the table. I was careful taking off the 
thong, not to come at that moment too. As I walked to the table I knew 
straight away I'd made a mistake. To keep myself from spraying, I had to 
squeeze on the vibrator with my pelvic floor muscles. I only just made it to 
the seat where I could them relax. I laughed, and the two of them did too.

I'll teach these two, I grinned inwardly, feeling quite lewd. I squatted on 
the seat, leaned back a little and stuck my knees out sideways. My pussy now 
gaped open, dribbling freely onto their seat. I poked the vibrator in as far 
as I could, but even then I had to suck it in using those pelvic floor 
muscles. I desperately hung on. I was not going to come, I forbade myself 
even to consider it an option. Both of them could see me through the 
glass-topped table and they looked, boy, did they look.

Ingrid took away our empty plates. Angelina was looking somewhat aghast, but 
still her eyes were glued on my 'mistress pussy', as I oozed onto her 
furniture.

I said to her nonchalantly, "Angelina, would you do something for me?"

She hesitated for several seconds as though she was thinking I might be 
setting her up for something and then said,

"Yes, what is it Alessia?"

"Ingrid and I are both nude but you get to wear underwear, that's unfair, 
inequitable, and denies us the sight of your full beauty. Please, would y . 
. ."

"Alessia, you are being cheeky again, but I see your point. All right, I'll 
take them off for you."

Angelina stood up, undoing her brassiere, shrugging it off her shoulders, 
holding her shoulders back and her back proudly straight. Although I took in 
the whole gorgeous picture I could not say, in all honesty, that I really 
took in much more than those breasts decorated by their brownish pink 
areolae. Sure, her breasts drooped a little, but oh, so nicely. As she leant 
to her right to push her panties off that side, her breasts swayed that way. 
Then she leant to the left and her breasts, like two side-by-side pendula, 
swayed left.

What a wonderful sight! She stood straight upright her breasts wobbling 
sexily as she moved. I am a leg and ankle girl really and Angelina had such 
long, slim legs, the sort of legs that seem to end at her armpits. Her hips 
were not too bony nor was her tummy too flat, but just a slight roundness, 
and her pubic hair, just like Ingrid's, was a small, carefully trimmed, 
black vee.

"Better?" she asked coyly.

"Oh, yes thank you. Your slender body is quite magnificent, please excuse me 
while I fully appreciate you," I said, pushing my luck and with a wry grin 
on my face. Phase one of my hastily conceived plan was going well.

"You remember Lillian, you know, the redhead in the sex shop?"

"Of course."

"She seemed more than interested in us. Do you think I could base a Fantasy 
'mission' around her?"

"Yes," she said, sitting down with an inquisitive look, "go on, expand your 
thoughts, tell me."

I was really wondering how the submissive sex slaves I'd heard about, could 
possibly deny coming for fuck knows how long. Talking helped take my mind 
off my instinctive urge to just let loose with its needed release. I'm sure 
they would not be able to either, with all the stimuli I was under. I must 
admit the sensations were unbelievable, but I was starting to ache. My 
nipples felt like they would burst into flames just about the same time as 
my clit went off like a volcano.

"Well, I guess I could go to see her and buy something and um . . . well, 
seduced her. That sounds awful I know, but there was something about her I 
liked. Oh shit, I'm talking rubbish, I'm so hot I would fuck anything in a 
skirt."

"Alessia, you really are crude." She laughed and continued, "Well, you are 
under extreme sexual tension so fantasising like that's hardly surprising. I 
don't condone rape, but seduction is not rape. I did seduce you, you 
remember?"

Ingrid came in carrying our salad and skipped back for the freshly cooked 
asparagus frittata and a bottle of a fresh, dry white wine. Angelina opened 
and poured the wine while Ingrid served the frittata.

"I used free range eggs, look how yellow they are," she said.

We were all famished and virtually stopped talking while we drank and ate. I 
finished first and my eyes were dawn back to those breasts, the flawless 
skin, those legs crossed at the ankles, and the triangle so neat, so proper. 
I loved her and lusted for her. I heard Ingrid say something about coffee 
and she left us. I watched her well rounded butt cheeks move from side to 
side and her hips sway as she walked, she really was a mini Angelina in so 
many was but my attention quickly returned to Angelina.

I got to my feet moving around the table towards Angelina, running my hand 
around the table as I went. I reached her leaning down to kiss her. I heard 
her saying no not yet, but I kissed her neck anyway, holding her from 
behind, feeling her cool skin under my hand. My right breast touched her arm 
and then my abused nipple made contact with her skin. The electricity from 
that touch sent my brain spinning. I had to have her then.

I picked her up under her knees and under her arms. In that process the 
vibrator slowly slid out of me as I sucked on her neck. I could not be 
bothered squeezing on the vibrator anymore, the effort was now beyond me. 
The damn thing was such a turn-on, but as soon as I lost it I felt like my 
'mistress pussy' had a huge gaping hole there, a terrible empty feeling. I 
wanted it back but I had Angelina in my grasp, quite literally. I couldn't, 
wouldn't let her fall just to get it back as much as I wanted it to fill me 
again.

Angelina was kicking and begged me to put her down. I held her tightly, 
kissing and sucking her neck, shoulders, face, and any part of her I could 
reach. I seem to remember tonguing her ear and whispering sweet nothings 
into it. My nipples, excited by touching her, throbbed in their constraining 
clamps.

With her weight getting to me I sank to my knees, sitting my precious 
Darling on my lap, then lay her on the thickly carpeted floor. I followed 
her down, straddling her with my knees, sitting, mound to mound, on top of 
her. Quickly my mouth and tongue traced a beeline over the swelling of her 
breast to take in her areola and nipple. My hand cupped her other breast 
massaging it firmly and briskly, taking long strokes with my thumb and 
fingers, squeezing and pulling her long, thin nipple at the end of each 
stroke. Angelina was saying in an odd panting but strained voice,

"No Alessia, no . . . no, oh my god, . . . no."

As I locked my legs around her, our bodies pressed together at our hips, but 
not from the waist up but my sensitised nipples dangled onto her sending 
terrific electric flashes all over me. I switched breasts, running my hand 
smoothly and urgently to my 'mistress', attempting to fill her, fill the 
hole left by the now missing vibrator once again with my fingers. I keenly 
fel the loss of the 'friend' I had acquired that afternoon. I became aware 
that in sliding my hand behind me and reaching into 'her', that I was 
pressing on Angelina's labia and that she was wet. My boobs were on fire, 
each nipple sending shooting shocks to my 'mistress', then outwards again 
and again. My brain was overloaded with exciting sensory stimuli I could not 
think of anything but my 'pussy mistress' and Angelina. Any thoughts of 
consequences were totally lost on me. With my breathing getting quicker, I 
kissed and sucked frantically; I was so close to my release, 'Oh shit, yes, 
yes, let go Alessia,' the nymph on my shoulder kept insisting.

But Angelina whispering in my ear just as insistently,

"No Alessia, not yet, soon but not yet, no Alessia, on my command but not 
until then. Soon, soon, I promise. Look at me Alessia, look at me. Oh, oh, 
please my baby, oh god, no . . . no."

Angelina had my hair and was pulling it. That only drove me on in my wanton 
lust for her and my foreshadowed the orgasm that rapidly intensifying within 
me. I just could not stop. Just then, Ingrid, with an almighty heave pulled 
me off Angelina throwing me onto my back. In a flash Angelina followed 
Ingrid to hold me down, trying to calm me, but I burst into tears. The shock 
of what I had done, the sexual frustration had diminished little, but the 
shame overawed me.

"Alessia, it's all right I'm not hurt. Just lie still and let me remove your 
nipple clips and then we make love till you come. Okay, my baby love? Be 
aware, the blood rushing back into your nipples will feel weird, but 
wonderful or it maybe painful. It might send you over to the 'Promised Land' 
for awhile, but that's okay. Let everything wash over you from now on 
tonight, don't resist anymore, just let your mind go and go with your body."

"Angelina, I let you down, I nearly raped you. I broke my word to you so why 
are you so kind, so forgiving?" I managed to ask her though my blubbering 
tears of guilt and shame but I was still highly charged sexually.

"Every action has consequences, for now, we'll take off these clamps."

While Ingrid looked down at me darkly, Angelina very carefully smoothed her 
hand around my left breast to make my nipple extend itself. Oh, my god, 
bizarre feelings bathed over me as she continued to undo the pretty clamp. 
How could it feel so good, but the blood filling that hardened knob was 
absolutely awesome. It hurt, but I felt giddy with simultaneous pleasure, my 
mind was blown away. When she got the second clamp nearly off, I felt the 
first orgasm rushing outwards.

I cried out, "Oh Angelina I'm coming, coming now, now, oh fuck, yes, yes!"

Going down to catch my pent up juices exploding, she knocked Ingrid out of 
the way. As my release came, my back arched involuntarily and I vaguely 
remember raising my butt way up until I was on my toes. My hips also thrust 
in a reflex, as the world went away and my orgasm washed over and over me. 
Eventually, I slumped to the floor, sweating profusely. Angelina's tongue 
was cleaning my 'mistress' up and she kept me on a high with her soft wet 
tongue and mouth kept caressing my most erogenous parts. I'm sure I was 
moaning 'Angelina' over and over, all through that ecstatic ride.

As I came down, I opened my eyes to see Angelina's glorious legs and wet 
pussy almost in my face. She was kissing and mouthing my right inner thigh, 
her cheek also brushing against me. Our breasts were pressed against each 
other. The feelings were absolutely divine and I found myself irresistibly 
drawn to her. I kissed her thigh that was so close to my mouth. My arms 
swarmed all over her delicious skin for it tasted delicious. Her perfume was 
so overpowering as it assailed my nose: It was the scent of a woman. She 
wriggled to hold my thighs and kiss my still drenched lips. The charge I got 
from that was so sensually exciting. I groaned in delight.

My lips were now able to reach her. I quickly kissed her and licked her, her 
juices flowing as I heard her moans of pleasure. Pulling on her butt cheeks 
I sank my tongue and mouth into that watermelon-coloured pussy of my adored 
Angelina. I lost all sense of the present and any inhibitions and buried my 
face into her, kissing, sucking and tonguing her in a frenzy of love and 
passion. My senses were being beset by so many stimuli; from her scent, her 
sounds of delight, her taste, her feel, her face in my 'mistress'. To her 
supreme rapture, I was giving her just the best she had experienced. I was 
rapidly approaching another orgasm. I sensed Angelina was also, as her body 
was tensing up and trembled.

Suddenly, she stopped, dragging herself away from me; a few seconds later 
she was kissing me passionately. Her taste and mine mixed together as we 
continued kissing, her lips and tongue swirling in and around mine. Her hand 
was on my breasts soon after her mouth met mine. Once again my senses were 
being spurred by fabulous, but different erotic sensations. She held herself 
so her breasts fell onto mine, brushing areolae on areolae, nipples, hard as 
pebbles, on nipples. My mind was barely able to keep up with the continuous, 
but wonderful changes that kept coming. Her mouth left mine.

I caught my breath, but then her mouth was suckling me, swiftly moving from 
one side to the other. I knew I was going to come again. I reached for her, 
finding her pussy, pushing two fingers into her. I still had only just 
enough presence of mind to place my thumb knuckle over her clitoris and 
press hard, and circle in her, as I become aware of its aroused state. She 
started thrusting onto my hand and returned to kiss my ears, cheeks and 
finally my mouth. Her fingers entered me, going very deeply and I moaned as 
we kissed. As soon as she started, almost ferociously, to work her hand on 
my clit, she broke off our kiss. Her face, flushed in excitement, looked 
fantastic, but about then my orgasm began as I knew it would.

I closed my eyes and Angelina with her heaving breasts and quickened 
breathing said,

"Darling let it happen, join me our orgasms now, let go Baby, let go! Just 
let it happen, allow it to happen, I gave you permission, now you give 
yourself permission to come and come, and come some more."

"Yes, yes, oh please, yes!"

I grabbed her tightly and let go as my body trembled in its ecstasy; I felt 
her quivering with me, as we both moaned, but not very loudly. The joint 
orgasm turned on me coming in pulsing wave after wave of absolute indulgence 
in muli-orgasms. I didn't think to count then but before one finish the next 
took over and over again. I opened my eyes as the waves settled to 
delightful soft ripples and found her gentle face watching me. She looked 
into my eyes with her most gentle look, leaned to me kissing my eyelids. 
Then whispered,

"That must have been the deluxe version for you, you looked exquisite my 
Darling."

I said to her breathlessly and between wonderful after shocks, "Oh my god, 
yes, that was so hot, never so long, never so intense. I'm still getting 
mini 'Os'. You are wonderful and I do love you, please forgive me for what I 
did to you?"

"I have Darling, but I shall have to think of a suitable punishment for you, 
but first let's drink this coffee Ingrid left for us? Can you manage to hold 
it, you're still convulsing. Don't tell me you haven't finished?"

"I can manage and yes I'm still getting little orgasms. It's fantastic, 
totally hot," I was able to get out. Angelina grinned and watched lovingly 
as I slowly came down. Her eyes were wonderful and I loved her watching me 
experience the last of my magnificent climax.

We rolled onto our sides facing each other, looking into each other's eyes, 
blatantly looking at each other's bodies and sipped the strong, black 
espresso coffee. I had temporally forgotten about Ingrid.

"Where did Ingrid go?" I asked.

"I think she was cross with you. She dressed and left a little while ago. I 
know her, and watching us would turn her on. My guess is she's gone to the 
coffee shop or the local tavern."

"Will she be okay?"

"Yes, sure!"

"She did look at me as if I was doing something really bad.'

"You did, sweet Alessia, you did!"

"But I . . . "

"Yes, I forgave you because you meant me no harm and I put you under allot 
of stress. Let's finish this coffee, shower and go watch one of my video 
collection in bed?"

I looked at Angelina's slim, lithe body sprawled out lazily before me, still 
naked, still perfect even I her hair was tousled everywhere. Goose bumps 
prickled up my back and it was then that I noticed my nipples were still 
sore, still sensitised, and at hearing her words, I found it hard to 
believe, they stiffened once more as I became arouse yet again.


To be continued.

Alessia Gerini Copyright (c) 2001
Comments, brickbats, esp. praise and
suggestions to Alessia@37.com
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