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Author: Alessia Gerini
Title: Fantasy Fulfillment
Part: Chapter 7
Summary: Angelina exhibits Alessia and they fuck.
Keywords: FF, exhib, rom
Editor: Pee J with gratitude
Copyright: Alessia Gerini (c) 2001
Email: alessia@37NOBULL.com (Delete NOBULL)
Website 1: http://www.asstr-mirror.org/files/Authors/alessia/www/
Website 2: http://www.angelfire.com/jazz/alessia.gerini/
Comments: will be delightfully received at Alessi@37NOBULL.com (Delete
NOBULL) or in my guest book at Alessia's web pages as above.
Kids, the politicians your parents elected think you don't need sex in your
lives until you're an adult. They think your ignorance of things sexual is
your bliss. Some religious or cultural mores preclude some adults from
reading sexually explicit material. This is sexually explicit material: It
is also a fantasy. No small furry animals were hurt during the writing
process only large ones. Some vegetables were eaten though, so apologies go
out to vegetarians. I only take responsibility for my ethics not yours. So,
y'all, if you will read and enjoy.
~~'~~,~~<@
Fantasy Fulfilment Chapter 7
Angelina got to her feet, picked up my vibrator, and stood over me. In the
soft light, small beads of perspiration like frost on a glass shone on her
giving her a shimmering glow. Several big ones ran down her thighs or maybe
they were beads of her juices. Whichever, she had the look of a lover who
was catching her breath looking at me softly, sexily. I was still sweating
too; that has been a really intense loving session. I understood from the
glint of her green eyes that she had not yet finished with me for that
evening. I looked up at her, seeing the undersides of her breasts with her
long nipples still in their hard, aroused state.
That excited me as I loved her and felt that I could, we could, make wild
passionate love all night. God, even all the next day too. Her labia and,
indeed, right now her whole pussy glimmered with her juices smothered over
her, and I had my share over me. Its aroma, strong and seductive, still
seeped from her. Mine still oozed too and its aroma also hung in the air. A
heady mixture indeed! My orgasm had lasted forever, well so long I found it
hard to believe its longevity. My chest still heaved from my recent
exertion. I lay there looking up and I could see her private regions, well
not so private to me anyway. In my mind I tried to hold that gorgeous
picture of my new-found lover.
I was in awe of her and a little tentative after my earlier indiscretion. I
knew there would be consequences. On thinking about it, I began to cringe in
fear. One does not get off lightly after an attempted rape. at least,
non-consensual sexual advances such as I had made not long ago, especially
not with someone in her position as club president. And, as much as I knew,
her powers of mesmerism might be used against me.
Heaven knows what would have happened had Ingrid not thrown me off Angelina.
I had never done anything like that before, although once or twice I had
idly fantasised about doing something similar. I had never believed I was
capable of rape.
She put her out her hand for me and gratefully I took it, as my legs felt
jelly-like following that sustained workout. She pulled me to my feet and
led me into her bedroom and over to the picture window. It was dusk and as
there were no lights on in her room; people would not have seen us through
it even though the heavy drapes were open.
The view over the wide river estuary was magnificent. The street and the
freeway lights twinkled in the darkening surrounding suburbs. The still
water reflecting lights in long slithers across it and some coloured marker
beacons, and shop sign's lights mingled with them oh, so prettily. I tingled
in aprehention at the thought of being seen, hair dishevelled and totally
naked with my still-hard nipples almost touching the plate glass. Also still
naked, Angelina stood beside me our arms entwined and after taking in the
view for a few moments she said,
"I'll turn on the spa and we can have a good soak. Do you like it really
hot? I do, I like to get out all pink then invigorate myself under a cold
shower."
"Sounds wonderful," I lied. I hate cold showers but to lie in a spa with
her, oh yes I could cold shower.
"Good, don't move till I get back will you!" she ordered, and ran her soft
palm down my back and over my fleshy buttocks. I watched my nipples zap out
hard in a reflex response. They may have been sore, but they were still very
sensitive and active. She felt great and with her experience she was rapidly
learning about my body's erogenous zones. She didn't know it then, but I
knew I could get off just by my boobs being teased, kneaded or sucked and
tongued just right.
"Oh, okay, no." I wondered what that was about, I soon found out. Angelina
had gone into the bathroom and had turned on the spa taps to fill it; I
could hear the water running. She had then turned on a couple of scarlet red
shaded bedside lamps that gave off a tranquil warm glow. The ambience was
becoming warm and cosy. Her bed was large with gorgeous colours of aqua,
deep reds and purple shades in the cover and sheets. The bed was made from
rich-red polished Jarrah complete with bedposts and turned railings. The
foot of the bed was a lower copy of the bed head. The carpet was lush and
thick but not a shag pile; it felt great under my bare feet.
Suddenly I was floodlit in a very bright pool of light.
"Don't move," she said.
Shit, I felt so exposed to the world. Goosebumps shivered right through me.
Again my nipples shot out straight and hard as if they defied the world to
see them in all their glory. Everything I'd learned told me to duck out of
sight, but Angelina wanted the world to see me absolutely stark naked. I
froze, as still as a rabbit caught by a spotlight. Angelina came to me from
behind and asked me to raise my arms above my head. I did so taking my hair
holding it up off my shoulders and upper chest with my fingers. In that
apartment I could not now have been more obviously exposing myself to any
outside and unseen eyes; not even if I had tried. horror flushed through me
as I raised my hair exposing even my neck.
"Feel the exposure, Alessia Darling, feel the eyes lusting after your
breasts, your pussy, the round smoothness of your buttocks, your luscious
nakedness, your essence, your very existence. They all want you and you
alone, nobody else; you are at the centre of the universe right now, at this
minute there is only you. Show yourself to them; turn slowly in a full
circle. Put this scrunchie on to hold your hair high on your head. Run you
hands over yourself as if you're asking them to ravage you. Feel your
breasts - offer them to all - flaunt your hips and pussy to them all. Tell
me how you feel as you go. Go on, do it now!" She handed me the scrunchie
and I put it in as she had instructed me; my fingers trembling in dismay.
"Yes, my Darling, I feel so revealed, like someone performing a sensual
striptease, but my knees are trembling in fright. I feel I should defy you
and hide, but I love you and wish to please you. I also feel like an
animated life size statue as if I were like a trophy you won. I don't know
why but I am becoming so highly stimulated by it all.
My pussy is swelling and becoming so juicy just for you; ready and awaiting
you. My sore, abused nipples are so hard they throb with each heartbeat. My
heart races, nearly jumping out of my chest thinking that everyone is
lusting after me. That boys and men masturbate their hard cocks, wanting to
fuck me; the women are jealous, or also masturbate over me, but I am yours,
and I want you."
I was rambling on in my terror. I ran my hands over myself as provocatively
as I could holding my breasts, running my hands down over my hips to my
thighs passing over my pussy on the way back up till my hands were way above
my head. I wriggled and writhed as if in ecstasy as I went. I felt
wonderfully sexy. I really concentrated on trying to excite Angelina.
I wanted her and I could sense my own arousal at exposing myself, but with
her right there naked, my mind was torn between her, the words she spoke
and the world looking n at me. At that point I was now facing the window
again. The terror continued within me despite my arousal. All I could see in
the glass was my reflection.
"I feel elated, somehow freed from a strange restraint, but so hot, so hot
for you," I said desperately concentrating on her.
Angelina's hands snaked around me sending my body quivering. Handing me the
vibrator she said,
"Put it in, my Baby; carefully wet it first then ease it in, pull it out a
bit if you hit dryness, don't just force it because that will hurt. Use your
natural lubricant or spit on it. I want you high again. C'mon and let's get
you steaming again, if you can. We must see if you can get up there to float
in the sea of lustful ecstasy once more."
I pictured what I must have looked like from the other side of the window,
and in my mind I saw a sexy bitch on heat that loved showing off her body.
My mind told me it was wrong, but I became highly aroused sexually again
despite my aversion to the spotlight. The lights blazed on me from all sides
leaving nothing to the imagination. I had never felt so naked, I felt shame,
but oddly elated. It was as if my inner self was out there to be read by
anyone, by everyone.
That was scary. I wanted to be seen as a seductive woman, one who enjoys her
body, who uses it to its fullest potential in sexual ecstasy and one who
wants all to enjoy it with her. These ideas flooded into my mind, but
normally I would not think blatant sexuality like that. It was as if
Angelina had my mind in her palm doing with me at her desire. As much as I
wanted to I could not escape her will.
I took the toy from Angelina and ran its pink tip in the moisture between my
labia. I again shuddered at its touch; it was cold, but Angelina came up to
me from behind; she cupped my breasts saying to me breathily in my ear,
"I offer your breasts to all that want them."
Her breath in my ear was so tantalisingly horny, it gave me a tingling
feeling from my ear to my pussy. She held my boobs high and proudly towards
the glass. Pressing her nakedness against my back, Angelina's breasts with
their hard nipples and soft torso, pressed onto me once again. My skin
crawled goosebumps and my sore nipples again stimulated by the soft pinching
she started giving them. If it were possible, they stood boosted even more
proudly in a carnal defiance of social mores. My stomach churned while my
mind was aghast by this scenario.
Angelina had me displaying myself naked and lasciviously to the world. She
had convinced me that everyone wanted my body to do their will with it. And
I simply stood there transfixed by her aura. Angelina kissed all around my
bare neck, my shoulders, my ears, poking her tongue in one. I went weak and
my body responded by awakening my passionate feelings more and more, as I
grew even further excited by her very public attentions upon my naked,
exposed body with my brain fantasising about the thoughts instilled into me
by Angelina.
She said breathing in my ear, "Go on my sweet, let me help you smoothly
slide my present deeply into you, but this time after a few minutes we'll
turn it on to medium speed. I must watch your face so maintain eye contact
with me. Look at my reflection in the window through which they all stare at
your beauty, but know the world is watching you."
She held my hand and guided our pink 'friend' slowly into my 'mistress
pussy', filling me with its girth. My juicy pussy wet it as it went in, but
Angelina moved it out then back in several further times. I was still unused
to the glorious stimulation of it filling me, but it truly was breathtaking.
I swallowed hard, nearly in tears with the joy of taking this thing into me,
with my love coaxing, coaching me in the techniques I needed to best enjoy
it. Without her I may never have tried one, but with her helping it was so
highly erotic.
"Go down on your knees and look into my eyes."
"Yes Angelina," I heard myself say, and I sank down, my knees cushioned by
that sumptuously spongy carpet and looked into those green eyes, then looked
down at 'mistress' pussy. My labia, pushed apart by my new pink friend, were
bright pink too as they closed around it, holding it. The tip of my clitoris
crept out from its sheath as I watched.
My arousal continued to grow, my body tingling, flushing blood to my breasts
and my vulva's whole area. I looked back up at Angelina. I became vaguely
aware that the window went all the way down to the floor. We were still in
full view of the world. I saw her face framed by her shoulder length auburn
hair; she had literally mesmerised me. She slowly moved closer to me so that
I had to strain my neck back to keep eye contact. Her sweet bouquet wafted
strongly in my nostrils. Her lovely womanhood, centimetres from my face,
reminding me of her face in the little dress shop that very afternoon.
"Look at me; I want to see your expression when you see me as I saw you
earlier today." As I looked up she leant backwards a little and bent her
knees outwards revealing her perfectly smooth but puffed labia. She was
obviously very aroused as she was sopping wet with her pleasure juice. For
me the sight of her aroused pussy was glorious and I badly wanted to bury my
face in it. The vibrator filling me felt so wonderful; I wondered what I
would feel when I turned it on. That thought alone turned up the wick up,
heightening my arousal even further. I was feeling scorching hot and
desperately needed her to take me. I felt as if I may have reached the
sexual high that I had that afternoon, if not, I was getting there.
"Oh Alessia Darling, your face is wonderful. Am I that special to you?"
Lusting for her I nodded saying,
"Oh, yes."
"I believe you do; it's written all over your face, a mix of lust and love."
I did love her, she was right. She reached for my hair, running her fingers
through it.
"Alright Alessia, I want you to hold your new friend in you and sit on your
feet."
"Yes, Angelina."
I sat back, the tops of my feet face down, my butt touching my heels.
"Very good, my girl. Now kiss my feet!"
"Oh yes, Goddess."
I kissed her feet, a humbling, but exquisitely exciting thing I could do to
please or pleasure her. My concerns were turning from nudity to her
dominance of me.
"Now lick them for me, Alessia."
My thoughts were now racing; where was Angelina taking me?
She ran her fingers up and down shoulders to my arms and back again. I
sighed in delight at her teasing softness. She smiled a knowing smile. My
body tingled in ecstasy at each touch. I was barely able to stand it. But
she was provoking in me a state of libidinous tension I had not before
experienced. It was truly delightful. My back arched involuntarily pressing
my thrilled body against her ankles.
"Slowly, kiss up my shins feeling the calf muscles of my legs, but look down
now, humble yourself for me. Spread your knees wide so that I can see our
friend poking out of you, but hold it in. Use your pelvic muscles to hold
onto it," Angelina ordered.
I felt lewd and humiliated. I blushed deeply, now unsure of myself; somehow
I had been put under her spell and in her control. I wondered if sex slaves
felt like this - did Angelina want me as her slave? Was this a part of a
training programme? I didn't want that, but I felt a compulsion to obey her
no matter if it were humiliating or lewd. I did want her and if this is what
she wanted then I would obey. I felt tears coming on, but I didn't
understand why. Were they tears of shame mixed with the joy of knowing she
desired me? But I was sure that she did anyway. I became confused.
Angelina spoke again, instructing me, "Stroke the backs of my thighs, feel
my muscles, my tendons, get to know them intimately, but don't look up yet."
I moved my hands up from her calves over her hamstrings to her taught thigh
muscles. Jeez, she felt wonderful, her skin satin smooth, silky soft, her
muscles unobtrusive but strong and lean. For the moment my lust returned -
it was simmering away just below my uncertainty. I reached up to her
buttocks and down the sides of her thighs, carefully noting the bulge of her
extensors and the long fibres of her abductors, I realised the extraordinary
sensuousness of my touch. It felt fabulous to me.
She must have had a liking for that too or why did she ask me, "Kiss my
thighs, Alessia, rub your cheeks over my legs, open your mouth and run your
wet lips over my thighs. Breathe your breath over me; run the tip of your
tongue over me until I say to stop."
'Oh my god,' I thought, as I followed through her instructions with a
relish. Such eroticism is unbelievably luscious. My body was aflame with
desire, my juices, dribbling off my pink friend, still filling me. She moved
her legs apart and lowered herself, letting me smooch my face over her like
a cat might, mouth and lips all over her. I was able to smell her womanly
fragrance, as I tasted her delicious syrup. Then she passed lower; I kissed
her tummy, then just caught a little of her breast. I took it in
gluttonously. Her breathing matched my short, grasping breaths.
She ran her palms up my sides, across the top of my chest to hold my face
again. Unrestrainedly, she kissed me on my lips. And I sensed a change in
her demeanour. I kissed her right back, covetously grasping her to me. Our
mouths and tongues excited each other's in frenzied passion. Our breathing
became faster as our nostrils flared to breathe. Breaking to kiss each
other's cheeks, or neck, or ears, or breasts from time to time, we were both
reaching an ecstatic sensuality that we knew would end in a glorious climax.
Angelina rolled me onto my back, her hands all over me and mine all over
her; our hands exchanging our ardent feelings, giving off electrically
charged sensations. Then she concentrated on my nipples once again. Oh,
shit, my poor nipples knotted in their soreness, but the sensations from
them made me groan in perverse pleasure. Her breasts were thrust in my face.
I opened my mouth sucking and licking her salty skin.
She had started to perspire again. My love held her breast for me to suckle;
I did take her in, sucking each as they were offered to me. God, she had
gorgeous breasts, so soft, but yet so firm too. She purred with each twirl
of my tongue over her luscious flesh. Then she reached for the toy deep in
me and turned it on quickly, moving through slow to medium speed. It
flattened me; I hadn't expected it then. As the scrumptious effects of her
lovemaking, then the toy, took me away, I bit her chest somewhere then
groaned long, deep-voiced, and animal like.
I felt an orgasm rapidly overtaking me. Somehow I managed to twist and to go
down on her, tonguing and sucking her juicy clitoris before my own orgasm
hit me. It tore into the core of my existence shaking me into a frenzy
ablaze, all but oblivious to everything but her presence. She seemed to be
with me in this utopia, as I could feel her holding me during my blinding
climax.
When I came back to earth Angelina was still in the last thrusts or two of
her trip, and my mouth was dripping with her sweet nectar that I had gobbled
up when latched onto her convulsing clitoris. Angelina had her face on my
tender, sensitised labia lips; she was panting and kissing and it felt so
exceptionally sexy that I felt I would soon be sent back to where I had just
been. I sat and looked at her. With her chest still heaving she looked up at
me, grinning divinely. I grinned back.
We both lay there side by side, sweating profusely, I said, "We had better
turn the water off or we'll be swimming soon! Oh my sweet god, I've outdone
myself again. I can't believe I have just exceeded anything I had earlier
today. You are fantastic."
"God, my Sweet young Alessia, so are you. The taps turn off automatically at
a pre-set level, don't worry about that."
"Turn off your present, Sweetie."
"Spoilsport," I replied.
"Yes, I'm afraid you're right, I have bad news for you, but depending on
your decision, I think that you will be better off getting this off your
back, so to speak."
"Oh, er. . what is it?
To be continued . . .
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