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Subject: {ASSM} Fantasy Fulfilment 7 {FF, rom, exhib, toys, exhib} by Alessia Gerini
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Fantasy Fulfilment Chapter 7
By Alessia Gerini (Edited with thanks by PeeJ)
Comments will be delightfully received at Alessia@37.com or in my web-page 
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opportunity to thank anyone who wrote but to whom I didn't reply.


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You're still here, huh?  Okay, I am responsible for the outrageously 
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well enough alone or your morals in reading past where angels fear to tread. 
  However, I am not going to track you down like a Canadian Mountie (do they 
still do that?), you'll just go blind like the rest of us who read/write 
this stuff.

With the improbable exception of myself, all the events and/or characters in 
my stories are absolutely fictitious and any resemblance to anyone or event 
is unintended and/or entirely coincidental.  Oh, yeah, I'm an Australian so 
I use Australian English, Aussie expressions, colloquialisms and the like. 
So if you don't like spellings with 'u' as in colour, tuff luck, but if you 
get stuck understanding a word or phrase, write and I'll explain, okay!
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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 up to a point. Whatever, 
enjoy it!


If you've read the earlier parts and just need a reminder of what has 
happened previously the following may help:

Alessia, the main character, has joined a club for lesbians, where its 
members are encouraged to fulfil their sexual fantasies.  In the first three 
chapters, Angelina, the club president, on a train seduces a willing Alessia 
in a rather humorous piece and introduces her to Ingrid at the club 
'head-quarters', a coffee shop.  At their first meeting the somewhat 
mysterious Ingrid and Angelina surprise Alessia in the shop in a hot scene.  
  Then Alessia and Angelina plan Alessia's first fantasy 'mission': a flash 
in a library, which she has now completed.  Alessia's report of her 
'mission' is spread over chapters two and three.  These two chapters 
describe Alessia's sexual antics during her first mission.  Other characters 
have been Abby and Jessica who appear in chapter two and assist Alessia in a 
steamy sequence.

In Chapter 4 Alessia and Angelina go shopping buying sexy clothing, catching 
the shop assistant unawares and Alessia orgasms for the first time that day 
(Ch. 4).  They then go to buy toys, where the shop assistant is also 
pleasantly surprised and Alessia and Angelina have some erotic fun (Ch. 5).  
Then the two go to Angelina's apartment for dinner (Ch. 6).  Ingrid who, 
during the meal, saves Angelina from being raped by Alessia, cooks the 
dinner and the story continues from here, more or less.  Angelina does get 
to orgasm with some help from Alessia, notwithstanding Ingrid's efforts.

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FANTASY FULFILMENT CHAPTER 7
Sub Title: SATURDAY NIGHT: Alessia and Angelina
{FF, exhib, toys, rom}

Angelina got to her feet, picked up my vibrator, and stood over me.  In the 
soft light, beads of perspiration shone on her giving her a shimmering glow. 
  Several 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 vulva glimmered with her joy 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 the 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.  One does not get off lightly after an 
attempted rape, or 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.   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. But I tingled 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 fond 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 in the cover and sheets.  The bed was made from 
rich-red French 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.  The horror and the thrill 
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.

"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 extremely 
excited by doing your bidding, excited by being your exhibit, like your 
trophy, like an animated life size statue. 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 exciting 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 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 and excited but 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 and the words she spoke.  At that point I was now 
facing the window again.

"I feel elated, somehow freed from a strange restraint, but so hot, so hot 
for you," I said.


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 it thrilled me beyond belief and I became 
highly aroused sexually again.  The lights blazed on me from all sides 
leaving nothing to the imagination.  I had never felt so naked, but I felt 
no shame, just pure elation.  It was as if my inner self was out there to be 
read by anyone, by everyone.  That was scary but I was past any concern with 
any prudish ideas that may have lurked within.  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 of blatant 
sexuality like that.

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 into goosebumps and my sore nipples were 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 both aghast and thrilled 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 really wet with her joy 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 wonderfully; 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.

"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 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 . . .

Alessia Gerini Copyright 2001
Comments please, to Alessia@37.com I thrive on them!



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