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Wagga_Wagga_Part_2  (FFFF mild Fdom. Con, Rom)
By Alessia Gerini (edited with thanks by PeeJ)
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Wagga_Wagga_Part_2
(FFFF mild Fdom. Con, Rom)
By Alessia Gerini (edited with thanks by PeeJ)
alessia@girlslife.com

PROLOGUE

Please read Part 1 before this as it  follow on from part one although it 
just about can stand as a discrete story in its own right.

ONE

Some nine months had passed since my first and memorable trip to Wagga 
Wagga, and I found myself at my University's Campus only four or five hours 
away by road or rail from Wagga Wagga.  I had travelled over 3,800 
kilometres from home to complete my end-of-semester exams.  It was extremely 
hard for me trying to concentrate on the tasks at hand. I kept remembering 
the one night I had with Annette, April and Andrea.  I had telephoned 
Annette, or more precisely rung her number and had spoken to Andrea, the 
redhead, if you remember.  She was excited as I was and said that although 
Annette was working in Sydney, she was sure she would love me to come see 
them and, yes, April was definitely still around.  We left it that a message 
would be left for me in the Students' Guild if it were okay for me to go to 
stay with them for a few days following my exams.

As I ate my lunch in the University Guild dinning room not knowing a soul, I 
saw a really cute undergraduate student who reminded me of April.  She was 
chatting amongst quite a few other female students.  A shiver went through 
me as my eyes wandered over her as she reminded me so much of April.  She 
was shorter than April but really cute, her long shiny black hair pulled 
into a pony tail exposing her long slender neck, with possibly Vietnamese 
features or whatever, pert boobs and boyish body; she turned me on! Oh, 
April, I wanted her; I had fantasised about April.  She was a quiet one, 
demure, softly spoken but very intelligent, and I thought, perhaps 
submissive.

Annette had more than interested me; I lusted after her, fantasised about 
being very submissive to her.  The idea of her owning my body and heart 
absolutely, strangely turned me on, given that I wanted the submissive April 
big time; maybe because I knew her to be red hot.  I knew she could make me 
orgasm like nobody else I had ever met.  I could easily have moved in to 
live under her spell if that is what she had wanted.  And Andrea, of course, 
she was lovely too, but she didn't excite me in quite the same way as the 
other two.  'God, girl,' I thought, 'It's been too long since my first trip 
to Wagga Wagga and when my Amy went back to Canada, I needed a damn good 
'roll-in-the-hay'.'  But back to the books for two more days, and it would 
have to be up to my fingers to keep me sane.

TWO

I checked with the Guild and sure enough a message was waiting for me.  
Annette was in Sydney and would try to get to Wagga, but in any case, April 
and Andrea would be there.  I packed everything but the necessities that I 
might need,  ready for a quick departure.  So I sat my two exams and rushed 
off to Melbourne's coach depot to take me to Wagga.

I arrived in Wagga late afternoon that day to be met by Andrea; we kissed 
and hugged each other as any two girls might after returning home from a 
holiday.  Boy, did she feel great.  I could have easily kissed her like we 
were two long-separated straight lovers.  Geez, I wanted to, but in a 
country town in Australia two girls just cannot get away with being that 
obvious without long-term consequences.  We did hold hands, but even this 
raised some eyebrows. On getting to their flat, and at her request, I dumped 
my bag in Andrea's bedroom.

Andrea said she felt a bit dirty after rushing around all day and that she 
felt like having a shower before dinner.

"Could you amuse yourself for awhile?" she asked.

"Sure, but why don't I join you, I'm pretty damn grubby after my trip too."

Andrea grinned, "Mmm, that might be fun, but April and I are a couple, I'm 
not to sure she would approve."

"Oh, yeah, hey, that's so cool.  Well, it was a nice thought," I giggled, 
"For how long have been together?  Why didn't you tell me?"

"Shit Ale, since before you met us, a year nearly.  I guess we both thought 
you knew, but we both wanted you to come anyway; we didn't wanna put you off 
or anything."

"What are you trying to tell me?"  I asked seriously. "I came to have some 
more fun with you guys and now you try and ... well I dunno what to think 
now?"

"Hey, Alessia Honey, chill out.  Annette will come, I'm sure, and April 'n' 
me, well we did talk about it, but we all had a really cool night and we 
talked about that morning, time and again so I think we will enjoy having 
you here.  Geez, after April has finished today's exam she is finished uni' 
for this year, just like you, you know that.  We gotta celebrate, hey?"

"Yeah, okay Sweetie, I guess I'm a bit tired after my exams and the bus trip 
'n' everything. But I haven't had good nookie for ages, and I need it bad."

"Ale, one way or another, we will have great pleasure in getting you over 
that problem."  Angela smiled sexily holding her arms out to hug me again 
reassuringly. I went to her and held her, feeling her warmth through her 
cotton shirt, her breasts on mine and her soft but muscled back under my 
hands.  She kissed my neck and said, "Come on Ale, we should clean up and 
wait for the others. Yeah, I know, I shouldn't say it, but I'd love to fuck 
with you now but ... I can't yet, I've gotta check with April first, okay?"

"Okay." I sighed thinking, 'Shit, I can't wait.  They are a couple, oh, no. 
God, Annette had better come.  But she *did* say we'd celebrate.  I'll wipe 
myself out on booze.  Ahh, come on girl, get a grip, you're feeling sorry 
for yourself, things'll turn out cool, you'll see.'

Still a little sulky I stripped off and went into the bathroom trying not to 
look at her.  I remembered what she looked like under her jeans and shirt.  
She has a small, trimmed vee of soft ginger pubes decorating delectable 
creamy skin and nicely formed muscles from her love of basketball; medium 
boobs, I guessed at 34B, with gorgeous pink aureolae and nipples like mine, 
shortish but thick.  If I saw her nude right now, well...

We showered and changed, then went to a local coffee shop for a drink and a 
piece of cake.   Catching up on what the three of them had been doing was 
our topic of conversation.  Andrea had already pumped me dry of my humdrum, 
sexless existence since my first Wagga visit.  Annette had finished her 
post-grad degree and had a good, junior-executive job in Sydney, but was not 
yet in a steady relationship. Andrea told me she thought Annette had been 
trying for a week to get time off to be with me.

I was flattered.  We had certainly got on very well, but I was easily four 
or five years her junior.  The thought of being with her, and possibly 
Andrea and April, was exciting to say the least.  My nipples had sprung to 
life at the thought of that and were feeling good in my bra.  Andrea noticed 
and tittered at me; we both giggled somewhat, startling the young waitress 
who was serving us our second coffee.   We then realised we had both been 
eyeing her off while we talked.

THREE

The next thing I knew, was my shoulders and neck were being stroked from 
behind.  Then, Annette's face appeared in mine and kissed my lips softly, 
quickly!  The sparks flew from my lips right through me; my nipples knotted, 
and pussy tingles were immediately evident to me, in me.  The gorgeous April 
was with her too.  Before I knew it, I was quietly crying with joy.  It had 
only been that one night together, but she was wonderful; all the memories 
flooded back, the tension of the last week or so just got to me.  I managed 
to get a tissue from my bag and pretended I had something in my eye, but 
nobody was fooled.  Apart from my mum and Amy, these three meant more to me 
than any of the other women I had been close to in my entire life.  April 
had taken the seat next to Andrea, and Annette had sat next to me.

Annette took my hand holding it tightly, rested it under the table on my 
thigh.  The electricity flowed again between us, through our hands;  the 
feel of her was incredibly sensual to me.  Although she had driven some 600 
kilometres from Sydney and must have been tired, she looked fresh and 
gorgeous to me.  She breathed softly in my ear that she had the week off to 
show me around.  'Yeah, right!' I thought, grinning at her.  She looked at 
me and quietly laughed, giving me her sultry look.  My back went all goose 
bumps tingly.

Andrea and April looked at us quizzically, but didn't ask what we were 
carrying on about.  They had seen Annette breathe in my ear; maybe they 
guessed.  Annette's fingers felt their way between the buttons on my skirt 
to my thigh.  She just gently stroked my thigh, almost absent-mindedly, but 
I loved it.  I let her know I did by rolling onto my hip nearest to her and 
then opened my legs a bit.  Then I reached my hand up to hold the back of 
her chair, where I could occasionally touch her neck or shoulder.

Then the two of them ordered drinks and I told them about how my exams went. 
  April and Andrea likewise, reckoning that they had passed okay.  Annette 
told us how good her job was and that she had a week's leave to help us 
celebrate.  We joked and chatted for awhile.  At around six fifteen Annette 
suggested that we go to eat at a good, local restaurant.  We agreed.  
Annette said, "Great, ' 'cause I've already booked for seven thirty!"  We 
laughed and went back to the flat to change and freshen up.

FOUR

Annette surprised us all with a gift each.  My gift was a beautiful, 
diaphanous, black-chiffon, long-sleeved blouse with lace cuffs and collar.  
"Oh, Anne, you don't have to buy me chiffon to see my tits, just ask me to 
strip for you," I giggled.  "You shouldn't have bought me anything, but its 
beautiful, thanks Darl'." I said, moving to kiss her long and sweetly.

Annette gave Andrea her present, a beautiful silver waist chain with quite 
large links.  I knew she had wanted one for years.  She kissed Annette 
thanks, then stepped back to undo the top of her jeans, pulling them to a 
hipster position and tying her blouse under her boobs.  Putting the chain 
around herself, she grinned looking at April, "Sexy, huh?"  She was right, 
her bared, muscled tummy looked great anyway, but the chain showed off her 
midriff wonderfully, highlighting it.

April got a studded, black-suede choker collar that had a miniature 
gold-plated padlock fastener at the front.  When I saw it I thought, 'WOW! 
it's gorgeous but the significance of it was a surprise. Well, I mean if 
April was a submissive partner of Annette, it would make sense, but she 
wasn't.  But April was delighted, ecstatic perhaps.  Annette moved to me 
taking my hand, wrapping her arm around mine and again stroking the back of 
my hand.  I could feel her torso, hip and leg touching me; she had come very 
close.  I gripped her hand, luxuriating in her warmth and touch.

As Annette moved over to me. April having received her collar turned 
immediately to Andrea, then sat on her legs, her pretty butt on her feet, 
knees apart, on the carpeted floor.  In an even softer than usual voice she 
asked Andrea to put it on.

I was flabbergasted, and then Andrea said, "Knees wider, April."  April 
blushed deeply as she spread her knees very wide. Her short skirt rode up 
her bare legs.  She had no panties on.  I could see her pussy clearly 
decorated by her trimmed, and very neat bikini triangle of pubic hair.

My eyes were transfixed by the sight of her shaved or waxed labia, pink and 
perfect.  'Bloody gorgeous,' I thought, as I felt my body responding to an 
already very sexy situation.  Clearly I was getting hotter.

Then Andrea spoke again saying, "April, on this occasion it is unfitting for 
me to fiddle with your clothing. Remove it, please."  I could not believe 
what I was witnessing as April removed her skirt, then her shirt. 'My god, 
she has no bra on either, I am witnessing a very special occasion for these 
two women,'  I thought.  Ceremoniously April pulled her hair up while 
looking at Andrea's feet.  Just as ceremoniously Andrea fastened the collar, 
twisting the little padlock to the front.

Andrea continued, "April, you will be mine from now on. We have agreed that 
if you did this, that is, make this decision I will expect you to abide by 
the rules we have written down. Do you agree?"

"Yes, Andrea," April answered solemnly, continuing, "May I consummate this 
with the last kiss I will ask of you?"

"Yes, you may, my sweet April, come up here."

Whereupon followed the most passionate ten-minute or so kiss I have ever 
seen.  I could see April had been highly aroused by the whole act of 
submission.  Her breasts, especially her aureolae and nipples were swollen 
and erect, but her arousal had her pussy produce copious juices that ran 
down her legs when she stood up.  Her aroma was filling the room.  If it had 
been intended that Annette and I were to be aroused by this incredible 
scene, it worked.  My panties were sopping wet and my nipples had become 
fat, knotted rocks, and my pussy tingles were gorgeous.  I tore my eyes away 
to look at Annette, she was clearly aroused too, but there was also a little 
tear in her eyes.

When they eventually broke off the kiss April sat again.  Andrea said to 
her, "No need for that now, tonight we celebrate. C'mon Sweetie, on your 
feet.  Come to me, I want to hold you."

Still nude except for her new collar, April got to her feet and stood beside 
Andrea smiling sheepishly at us, not making any attempt at hiding her 
nudity.  I felt that she was rather enjoying us looking at her.  She looked 
radiant, sexy, but still subservient.  Andrea moved behind April to hold her 
and pull her close, to feel her tummy on her new charge's spine. April's 
eyes closed and as I to illustrate her dominance or 'ownership' Andrea slid 
her hands up to cup April's breasts.  She then proceeded to massage with 
powerful thumb strokes and fingers back from her aureolae right through to 
April's small, dark but hard nipples in rather quick but smooth movements.  
April seemed to be moaning with movement but she made no sound but that of 
her now ragged breathing. Both girls were clearly in a state of aroused 
bliss when Andrea seemed to remember our presence, kissed the slender neck 
before pulling April to her side again.

I wondered how such an intelligent young woman could even think about 
becoming a sex slave to her best friend.  But I then thought that if Annette 
ordered me to submit to her right then, I just might have.

April's pussy was still oozing her juices and I knew mine would probably 
have been oozing like that too had I not been wearing panties but after 
watching that scene they were drenched.  This was such a highly charged 
moment for all of us.  I could see that Annette was not as dumbstruck as I 
was.  She may well have had some inkling that this was going to happen.

Annette jumped in by congratulating Andrea, kissing her and wishing April 
her best wishes, as though they had just got married.  Taking on a sex 
slave, or becoming one, as I understand it, is not like a marriage.  It does 
have some similarities, but large differences too.  Anyway, I followed 
Annette's lead congratulating Andrea, kissing her, but asked if I could kiss 
my best wishes to April.

Andrea said, "Of course, Ale, we have not gone into this lightly and I want 
April to enjoy her role.  I want her to do what I say, unquestioningly, but 
to do it because she loves me, as I love her.  I know you want to take 
April, I've seen you look at her and April's role is basically a sexual one. 
  I will let you have her for your mutual pleasure.  Just ask.  She will 
please you if I tell her to."

"Oh, Andy, I don't want her if she doesn't want me."

"Ale, I know she does want you, but it's not her call anymore.  She wants me 
to decide those things.  A big part of her decision is the thrill of not 
knowing, the uncertainty, the terror of having to suddenly do the 
unthinkable, to humiliate herself or be humiliated.  She gets off on that.  
Look at her."

I swung my eyes to look at April, she looked demure, but somehow radiant and 
certainly happy and still nude.  Her breasts were heaving a little, nipples 
hard, surrounded by her now puffy aureolae.  Her juices had reached her 
knees.  She still made no attempt at covering herself, indeed, she seemed 
not to notice her pussy was still flowing, but I knew she must have 
realised.

Andrea continued, "She is so turned on by this, she may cum if we continue 
to leave her there.  Look at her flowing cunt, isn't it fantastic?"

April could obviously hear us and I was very embarrassed by that.  I don't 
use 'cunt' and think it's vulgar.  However, Andrea said, "Go, kiss her 
again."  Still a bit shaken I kissed April again, softly around her lips 
then a full on kiss, but still a soft, loving type of kiss.  As we kissed, 
April groaned just slightly and shuddered.  My lips, face and my hands, on 
her back, felt it.  We broke off the kiss and I saw her face.  It was so 
beautiful, I knew she had had an orgasm, albeit, a little one.  I thanked 
her, quite why I am not sure, but that alleviated some of my apprehension 
for her.

Then Andrea invited Annette to kiss April again.  She did as I had, and gave 
her many soft, loving kisses.  By now, as I watched, what I felt was a young 
woman who knew what she was doing and was enjoying the tender love of 
friends.  I also knew that it was unlikely that it would always be so 
tender, but that she wanted it.

However, Annette had one stipulation: we had to wear our gifts that night 
and they had to be completely visible.  We laughed, she would have had a 
fight on her hands if we couldn't have worn them!

FIVE

I raced for a quick shower before changing into my present.  I had to 
shower, my panties and vulva area was drenched in my pube juices.  Annette 
followed me in and we kissed quickly as I got out of the shower.  She tasted 
delicious; she was warm and quite wonderful.  I realised then that I really 
did love being with her and that it was more than just pure lust.

I had brought with me a well-tailored pencil skirt in black, with matching 
shoes and clutch purse.  It was the type of skirt with a side zip fastener 
and slit well up the side.  I had a sexy black-lace, push-up bra to wear 
under it.  I changed as quickly as I could.  Annette came in drying herself 
looking magnificent in her natural state.  I took in her beauty then got on 
with dressing. I looked in the mirror and saw my boobs in their little 
under-wire push-up brassieres through the blouse; god, it was so sheer I may 
as well have been nude.   Luckily the blacks matched perfectly.  Then I 
noticed Annette's image in the mirror.  She was behind me, looking at my 
reflection, her eyes lustful.  I felt as sexy as hell.  We looked into each 
other's eyes in the mirror, we communicated much in that short eye contact.  
I knew now she wanted me, had feelings for me, and that was reassuring.  I 
felt great after that.  She put her make-up on expertly but quickly as I 
watch her transform herself from an attractive, fresh-faced, mid twenties 
executive type into a beautiful woman, who would escort me, a twenty year 
old student.  I really felt flattered.

When she finished Annette came close to me, pressing herself against me.  I 
felt her warmth, her breasts, as her hands took my hips firmly in their 
grasp.  I leant back revelling in her touch.  Her hands moved around to 
press on my mound as she softly said,

"Darling Alessia, you look fantastically fuckable, I want you.  I've wanted 
you since you left last year."

Soft kisses fell on my neck, her lips barely touching my skin.  Her sweet 
breath flowing over my now glowing neck and shoulders, my body electrified 
by her aura, her presence, and what we had recently witnessed.

"Later, I promise you the best I can give anyone, my sweet Alessia," she 
whispered as the others came out from their room looking scrumptious.

I managed to whisper back ambiguously, "Oh, yes anything for you too, my 
Darling."

SIX

We were all ready by 6.45 PM, all spick and span, and all of us looking 
great.  Boy, were we going to break some hearts tonight.  Setting off down 
the street, we paired off, April and Andrea trailing close behind Annette 
and me.  All of us chatting exuberantly about all sorts of trivia.  Stopping 
at a grog shop we carefully chose our booze for the evening by asking the 
sales assistant for a few of bottles of 'bubbly' and two bottles of vodka.  
Oh, yes, and a six pack of Hahn Light Ice, and a half carton of 'Coke' for 
Ron, 'later on' ...  This was panning out to be a very pissy night.  We 
asked the assistant if he would deliver to the restaurant.  By the way he 
was drooling over us, I think maybe he would have delivered it to the moon 
if he thought we might be there.

"Yeah, sure, no problem," he said.

We didn't bother flirting with him, I mean why would we tease the poor guy.  
We cheerily gave him our thanks left him in the shop.  Then we just 
sauntered down the street, stopping to window shop, chatting, checking out 
the chicks, just enjoying the cooling night air and each other's company.  
We did get some wolf whistles and quite a lot of stares, especially from the 
guys.  Annette had chosen a really sexy, backless, wine-coloured, velveteen 
dress and it was quite obvious to me that she wasn't wearing a brassiere, 
well let's face it I knew she was not.  Her boobs, although firm, were still 
a little bouncy and when she moves that is really sexy to watch.  Her hair 
looked glossy and she knew how to swing it to great effect.  I thought she 
looked fantastic; so did he.  The bulge in his trousers was testament to 
that.  I laughed to myself knowing that she was for me.


SEVEN

The restaurant was crowded, but our table was ready for us.  There were lots 
of other students celebrating there too, as well as the regulars.  Well, I 
guessed they were regulars, the staff knew them by name.  The place had a 
romantic ambience with soft lighting, trees, candles and flowers on the red 
tablecloth covered tables, and even a guy playing Jazz standards on a baby 
grand piano.  Annette and I had our backs to the wall.  From time to time I 
was able to slip my hand behind her to feel the softness of her back under 
my palm; she would give me a little sideways smile when I touched her.

Andrea and April sat opposite us.  I am sure April was wearing a lacy, 
crimson camisole with a raw silk skirt with splits up both sides.  All I 
could see were one set of shoe-string straps.  Surely she wore a bra, but 
her nipples, proudly poking dents in her top, clearly showed the dubiousness 
of that assumption.  She looked outrageously sexy and Andrea loved the 
attention April was getting.  April was almost being 'worn' as a trophy by 
Andrea, who looked stunning herself. Dressed in a long, shinny black 
hipster, split sided skirt and a small jacket top with one button between 
the swelling of her flawless breasts.  She wore her hair up with it clipped 
in the middle of her head, and with it being so long she let the 'tail' 
spread over her shoulders.  Her cleavage was sensational.  Her creamy pink 
skin sporting the waist-chain around her bare midriff, drew many eyes to her 
also.

Between the entr e and the main course we had quite a wait, but it didn't 
matter.  While we waited much wine was consumed, jokes cracked, exam 
post-mortems started, but then these were soon banned by Annette.  I leaned 
over to her saying quietly' "You look and feel fabulous; love you!"  A few 
minutes later Annette's fingers traced up my leg through the slit, that when 
I was sitting, opened wide, showing it off.  'Geez,' I thought, 'That feels 
bloody wonderful.'  I usually wear hose of some sort, but the stay-ups I had 
couldn't be worn with that skirt as the tops would have been visible (Oh, 
wouldn't that turn heads), so I had not worn any stockings at all.  As in 
the 'Tea and Cake Shoppe', I twisted a little towards her, pushing my left 
leg against hers.  I glancing around catching her smiling sparkling eyes 
with mine, I grinned back.  The fingers that moved around my thigh 
tantalisingly, made me quiver in delight.

April and Andrea saw what we were doing.  Before I knew it I had a foot 
running up my leg,  'Oh, shit, I'll be getting wet if this keeps up,' I 
thought.  It was April.  Then I noticed Andrea smirking at Annette.  
Guessing that Andrea's foot was giving her some treatment too, I started 
giggling like a teenage school kid.  I was right and we all got the giggles. 
  Everyone was looking at us as if we were a bit crazy.  I guess it was 
fortunate that just then our main courses were served, and we all tucked in 
bringing a halt to that bit of fun.

EIGHT

About three hours after getting to the restaurant, when we were full of 
great food, and the Australian champagne was doing nice things to us, we 
decided to go over the road to the club.  The place was chock full of 
celebrating students who had arrived just before us. The guys were all over 
the girls at the bar and at the tables.  The dance floor was crowded. The 
place was rocking.

April and Andrea started dancing; Annette and I ordered drinks.  We winked 
at each other as she took my hand, squeezing it.  We remembered dancing here 
before, as we had when we met for the first time.

I ran my thumb over the back of her hand as my memories took me back to that 
night.  I could feel my nipples reacting to those thoughts and her 
closeness.  It was a gorgeous warm, fuzzy feeling, which is my prelude to 
becoming really horny.  We both sucked on our drinks just looking at each 
other.  Finally, I asked her for a dance and we did a full set by the local 
group, but no slow songs.  It's just as well they didn't play any either, as 
I would have melted in her arms if we had held each other closely, just like 
that time when we met.

We had several more drinks there then called it a night at around 2.30 am.  
The four of us, arm in arm, chatted and laughed at nothing while we walked 
the few hundred meters home.  All of us were very boozy and feeling happy.  
Andrea offered to make coffee, but we cracked a bottle of Champagne instead. 
  Annette poured us a glass each and we slumped on the couch, April and 
Andrea on one big old-fashioned lounge chair.

Annette and I started cuddling; she kissed and sucked my neck  - she knew 
that sends me off.  I started taking off my gorgeous blouse, Annette helping 
and me bushing her hands over me, several times over my breasts.  I loved 
it.  Before I knew it we were all undressed, but I didn't know I was being 
set up for a party trick.

The three of them jumped me and stuck me on my back, my head down over the 
arm of the couch holding my legs apart, pussy spread and facing upwards.  We 
were all giggling like crazy making a hell of a lot of noise, their boobs 
and arms tickling me all over.  We were all getting very horny, especially 
me.

Annette the got the Champagne and a sugar cube and told me in a firm voice, 
"Be still." I stopped squirming while Andrea and April held me.  Annette 
said, "I am gonna baptise ya into the Cult o' Sappho."

She solemnly said to April, "Hold her lips apart, but make them wet first."  
April licked her fingers and carefully pulled my labia wide apart.  I was 
wet anyway, but wondering what the heck was happening.

The next second Annette was pouring Champagne into my pussy.  I felt its 
chill, then it fizzing in me.  Geez, what a feeling, my clitoris was already 
somewhat engorged, but the fizzy, chilled wine on it sent me onto the edge 
of coming.  What a wild turn-on this was.  Annette leaned in and slurped 
most of the wine out.

"Oh, god, shit, yes." I spluttered, feeling my body rapidly approaching an 
orgasm.  Annette backed off to let me come down a bit.

Annette, started caressing my labia and just gently touching my clitoris 
with the pad of her finger, circling it carefully so not to trigger a dearly 
needed orgasm, and whispered to me, "Do you want more?"

"Oh, yes, yes!"

"The others present must drink from your cup too. It's part of the ritual"

"Geez, oh yes, yes - anything to come, I need to come," I gasped.

After a short pause to let me cool, a little more fizz was poured into me 
again.  Andrea was ordered to drink but not let me come.  By now I was 
almost delirious in the extreme pleasure being imposed upon me.  My juices 
were flowing copiously.  Andrea noisily slurped the wine and my juices from 
me.  Oh, so close to coming, but not quite.  I had been on the edge again as 
her face buried itself briefly in me.

"Not yet Alessia, my Darling One," Annette said. "When I say, you can come, 
and not before, okay?"

She looked down at me sternly. She had phrased a question, but I understood 
it to be a command.  It was strange to me.  Annette had always been so kind 
to me, but now she was almost threatening, overbearing; I felt I had to obey 
her but didn't understand why.  It was humiliating.  I was being ordered not 
to come, while by now, I knew that April would be going down on me anytime 
soon.  'What an experience,' I thought, through glazed eyes and brain.  
Annette must have known what the fizz would do to me. Then the fresh, chilly 
fizz hit my pussy again.

"Ohh, please suck me, I'm going to come."  I puffed out frantically, trying 
not to spray champagne and my juices all over everyone and everything.

April lapped me like a cat, softy, just occasionally touching my clit.  She 
was my fantasy girl, despite being smitten by Annette, but her lapping was 
so wonderful; I bucked and squirmed, my back arching in desperation.  
Somehow, I kept from coming although my body and pleasure centre was 
screaming for me to let it happen.  She nearly drove me nuts when she lapped 
my labia lips clean. I blurted to Annette, "Now?"

"Don't you dare." Annette growled at me.

"Anne, oh, Anne, please ... You do it, pleeeez, pleeeez, oh, god, now 
please?" I implored her.

Annette grinned with lecherous eyes pouring more of the chilly fizz into me. 
My back arched involuntarily; again I was on the edge of a massive orgasm.  
Then Annette carefully, even meticulously, dropped in the sugar cube.  It 
set off a huge fizz, taking me over the edge.  It was amazing; my eyes 
rapidly lost vision as my 'pussy' exploded.  I remember only the intense 
orgasms sweeping, coursing through me time after time.  Absolute ecstasy.  I 
had never experienced anything quite like that before, but I have since.  
Annette's face was in me when I regained some vision and the sensation of 
her sucking and tonguing over my highly charged clit' produced several 
glorious after shock orgasms.

'Oh, god, you angel, that was fantastic, oh shit, don't stop, you are 
wonderful,' I managed to say in my head.  My mouth would not obey my orders, 
and although I did say something, I doubt if any of those beauties 
understood a single word.   The last thing I remember that night was my head 
on Anne's lap, taking in her body scent as it wafted over me.


To be continued...
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