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FANTASY FULFILMENT CHAPTER 10
SATURDAY NIGHT: Sub Title: BACK AT ANGELINA'S
{FFF, rom}


By Alessia Gerini (Edited with thanks by PeeJ)
Comments will be delightfully received at Alessia@37.com or in my web-page 
guest book at http://www.angelfire.com/wa/alessia/ and I take this 
opportunity to thank anyone who wrote, but 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.  Look, this newsgroup's name is 
alt.sex.stories, alt.binaries.sex.stories or alt.sex.stories.moderated, so 
these alone should warn you that the stories will be about sex.  If you are 
an adult and don't like this sort of thing, don't read it, go elsewhere, are 
you crazy?  There are shit loads of great stuff to do on this planet apart 
from reading this.   Like, go plant some trees or stop a nerd from cutting 
one down.

Permission is hereby granted to reproduce, archive, and disseminate this 
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You're still here, huh?  Okay, I am responsible for the outrageously 
sex-ridden depravity in the story, but not for your weakness in not leaving 
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!
*******************************************************************

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, you 
decide 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, on a train, the club president, Angelina, seduces 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 that happen 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, 5 and 6, Alessia and Angelina go shopping buying sexy clothing 
catching the shop assistant unaware and Alessia orgasms for the first time 
that day (Ch. 4).  Buys toys, where the shop assistant is also surprised 
pleasantly and Alessia and Angelina have some erotic fun. (Ch. 5) and then 
the two go to Angelina's apartment for dinner (Ch. 6). Ingrid who, during 
the meal, saves Angelina from being raped, cooks the dinner and the story 
continues from here, more or less.  Notwithstanding Ingrid's efforts 
Angelina does get to orgasm with some help from Alessia, and Alessia has her 
second.  Angelina exhibits Alessia to the world in a mind game then Angelina 
punishes Alessia for attempted rape with some surprises. Ingrid comes home 
as Alessia writhes on the floor and tells off Angelina for overdoing it.   
Now chapter ten awaits you.

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I hadn't been really smashed at the club, but I wasn't exactly sober either, 
rather I was 'merry' as my folks say.  That fits how I felt, I guess.  
Anyway, the crowd had thinned right out and Greg, if that's his name, hadn't 
followed us, although I can't think why.  Ingrid only had that one drink, so 
was cool to drive.  Ashley had had a few and was pretty 'merry' too, but 
held it together better than I was doing 1.  We had no problems getting to 
the car and I let Ash get in the back of the coupe.

Ash did the right thing and hoisted her skirt up so that she showed me the 
backs of her legs getting in: they were attached to a lovely tight, round 
pair of butt cheeks.  Then, as she sat with no effort, I got a good look 
down her cleavage spotting her milky white breasts hanging down into the 
tiny, lacey bra she was wearing.  If I were any judge of size, I'd say 36 C 
cups.  I also couldn't help notice her panties either and saw she was 
wearing a thong that had a peek-a-boo crotch.  Shit, I could see her shaved, 
clean pussy through it. This was some sweet woman Ingrid knew; I wondered 
just how well they knew each other.

I really had had a long day of delightful sexy encounters, many orgasms, 
discovered the pleasures of vibrators and nipple clamps, and had found I had 
a masochistic streak.  I also had extended my exhibitionist fetish on 
several occasions, each getting more daring than the last one.  Now all 
those things and the booze were taking their toll on me.  I watched Ingrid 
get into her car next to me.  God, she was just a little bubbly doll.  Again 
she drove with her skirt hitched up high, so as I could se her panties.  I 
couldn't help it.  Just being with Ashley and Ingrid as they oozed sex with 
their heavenly scents around me, soon had me aroused.  I got wet again and 
my nipples hardened up yet again. But was I sick of it? You've got to be 
kidding, I was floating in a sea of luscious licentiousness.  I was sill 
horny, I had been since before I got to the coffee shop, at what was now 
yesterday.  Now I was with two really spunky women, my age, my type.  This 
was heavenly stuff.

And I was dressed in beautiful clothes, albeit, very sexy ones, but hey, I 
loved it, every delicious moment.  Now, where were we going?

"Ingrid, were are we going?" I inquired looking down her cleavage as she 
concentrated on driving.  She glanced over at me and caught me looking at 
her boobs and she grinned at me.

"God, girl, are you still feeling horny?"

Ashley piped up, "Huh, what's that?"

"She wants to know if I'm still horny."  I twisted, looking at her in the 
semi-darkness of the car.

"Oh, I am, well are you?" she said laughing - shit, she's got a great laugh, 
sort of from deep-down-in-her-tummy type laugh; it made me feel warm towards 
her, but hell, I liked her anyway.

"Yeah, good feeling isn't it?"

"Yeah, especially with you and Ingrid."

"We can go to my place if you like, but I was going to drop you home." 
Ingrid said, giggling.

"Like hell you were," Ashley laughed again, "you're going the wrong way for 
that."

"Not for home I'm not."

We all giggled like teenagers.  Well we were all nineteen so we were 
teenagers - just.
* * *
I started thinking about Angelina again.  My butt still stung a bit from her 
spanking and I recalled those minutes with some thrill, but dread too.  As 
far as I was aware, I knew of no after-effects of a hypnotic nature, but 
then I wouldn't, would I? Surely, she would be asleep now? Was I out of that 
pile o' shit I got myself into?  I didn't know, and it was in the back of my 
mind, playing on it,  spooking me between fright and arousal.

I asked Ingrid, "Ingrid, um . . . Angelina, will she wait up for you?"

"You mean for you, don't you?" Ingrid looked at me smiling.

"Well, that too." I said sheepishly.

"I doubt it very much, Alessia honey. It's not that she doesn't worry about 
me, or like you or anything, but she'll be working tomorrow and gets up 
early, same as during the week."

"What does she do?"

"She trades on the stock market."

"Gee, that's risky," Ashley chipped in.

"Nah. She's very good at it and has made lots of the lovely green stuff 
doing it too. She's teaching me and that's why I'm doing Economics and 
Commerce at uni."

"So, what's she do on Sundays then?" I asked.

"Reads the papers from all over the place and watches all those 
business-on-Sunday programmes.  She's gotta keep up to date."

"Yeah, I can see how she would." Ashley said.

I reached over to Ingrid's neck and gently massaged it.  It was nice to 
touch her and I think she liked it, although she said nothing.

"Okay, so for how long have you two known each other?"

"A year I guess.  That'd be right, wouldn't it Ash?"

"Yeah, bit more maybe.  We tried living together, but it didn't work out. 
She's a neat freak and she reckons I'm a slob but we click in bed, like 
'she' is so hot.

"So you're both single?"

"Yep!" said Ashley.

"True," said Ingrid

"But you're still buddies?"

"Oh yes, we certainly are"

I heard Ashley scuffling around in the back and looked around to see her 
taking her stockings off.

Seeing me looking she said, "I don't like these much, they get itchy after 
awhile."

"Oh, okay, yeah, they can be sometimes, like these stay-ups annoy some 
girls, but for me they are fine for as long as about eight hours, then I 
need a rest." I kept on, "Ashley, where are you from, like, I mean your 
ancestors?"

"Um . . . well my grand-folks are Finns, but my mum and dad are Aussie 
'baby-boomers'.   Why, what did you think?" came her laughing reply.

"Oh, boy, how embarrassing, I thought maybe from East Asia somewhere."

"Not even close, hey!"

"Yeah, I'm sorry I asked."

"it's okay, I often get it. It's probably because my great-grandmother was a 
Laplander and many of then have a sortta Asian look."

"Well, she really added to your looks, babe," I said, glad to come out of 
that relatively unscathed.

Before we knew it we were at the driveway.  Ingrid was now pulling into the 
garage.  She parked and we all got out; Ingrid unlocked the door and we 
headed to the lift.  It was waiting there for us, doors open, so we piled in 
and Ingrid pressed the button and slipped her arms around mine and Ashley's 
waists.  I was excited by her touch, the first time she's been at all cuddly 
with me, and my nipples responded.  Both Ashley and Ingrid saw them and 
giggled appreciatively.  I undid the buttons on my jacket, letting it hang 
loosely, giving my nipples some 'breathing space', but hoping it would lead 
to some fun: it did.

I slipped my arms around Ashley and Ingrid. Ashley leaned over and slipped 
her hand through the top of my jacket, running her palm smoothly over my 
beasts, especially my swollen areolae and hard nipples while Ingrid watched. 
  I went weak at the knees. Only my first love, Amy had ever taken such 
liberties with me before.  It hurt, but I loved her touch and shut my eyes 
softly moaning in pleasure.

I lightly griped Ingrid's leg, high on her thigh through the split in her 
skirt, and it felt so very good.  I felt2 her tense up at my touch.  I 
opened my eyes to see if she was aghast or delighted.  She was about to kiss 
Ashley, so I guessed,  delighted.  As I was rapidly going hot and flushed 
all over with Ashley's hand kneading me, I watched them as they played 
softly with lips to lips, mouths open.  They were enjoying each other 
immensely as their kisses became deeper and more intense.  Ashley's hand was 
still slowly running over my breasts, stimulating me in the extreme.  
Ingrid's grip around my waist tightened with their kisses.  Watching them 
only increased my tingling body's heat.  The fucking doors opened, and we 
unwillingly got out all flushed, displeased at the interruption, but we 
broke off and got out.  However, we started kissing and fondling each other 
in the little foyer outside Angelina's front door.  Ingrid, forever 
vigilant, broke out of the sexy crush, leaving Ashley and me still kissing 
and sucking each others tongues like long lost lovers.  Her hand adorably 
cupped a boob and a butt cheek of mine.   At the same time I had taken hold 
of her gorgeous, rounded butt cheeks, pulling her mons hard against mine.  
Ashley squirmed herself against me and I squirmed back and we loved the 
erotic, pleasure pressure on that area when applied in such circumstances.

Ingrid unlocked Angelina's front door and asked as Ash and I took a breather 
and went through the door, "Do we want coffee?"

I did, but was not going to spoil the mood and say yes first.  My 'mistress' 
pussy was telling me give her my full attention.

Ashley said, "No thanks babe, I'm full of the stuff."

"Me neither thanks, Ingrid honey" I said.

"Okay, so lets go an' have a drink?"

"Not for me," I said, "I've had enough for tonight, thanks Ingrid."

"She sure has, I can taste it, and anyway I've had too much myself," said 
Ashley.

"Okay, then lets go sit then talk and I'll put on some music, but we'd 
better go into my bedroom; don't wanna wake mum."

I wondered what all this pussyfooting around was all about. We all knew what 
we wanted.  Ingrid headed into her bedroom and Ashley and I followed.  She 
soon had some mood music on and had the bedside lamp turned on.  Ashley had 
seated herself on the bed, but I stood looking at the view of the northern 
suburbs, remembering the earlier session by Angelina's window.  My heart 
speeded up and my brainwaves caused my body to react with a huge flush of 
excitement.  I turned, and Ingrid had seated herself on the floor at 
Ashley's feet.  I joined her on the floor.  Both of us were wearing 
wrap-over skirts, but with very little wrap over, and our legs in their hose 
were nicely displayed through the resultant splits in our skirts.

Ashley leaned over, putting a hand on each of our cheeks saying,  "You two 
look gorgeous like that, it's like I'm a goddess or something with you two 
slaves at my feet."

I kissed her palm catching the tip of my tongue on the middle of it.  She 
giggled softly. Oh yes, that sexy laugh again.  Ingrid had slid her hand up 
Ashley's bare arm and was stroking it.  For some reason I don't understand, 
both Ingrid and I had sat next to each other, our hips actually touching, 
but we also had taken to Ashley.  I quickly wondered whether our 
relationships with Angelina had anything to do with our seeming reluctance 
to touch directly.  I didn't know, but I knew I liked her a lot and wanted 
her.  Ashley's black outfit had a good cleavage that showed off her breasts 
beautifully and its skirt was mid-thigh length, like short, but not overly 
so.  She had her knees together and her lightly tanned legs bared except for 
her medium-height spike heels and they were on the floor, just a few 
centimetres away.  I was glad she wasn't wearing the hose she had taken off, 
she had great looking skin; silky smooth.

I found her ankles and legs very sexy and I quietly removed her shoes.  Her 
feet were perfect too.  Ash did not pull away or protest.  I held her left 
heel in my hand and ran my other hand up behind her smooth calf, feeling her 
Achilles tendon and muscle.  It felt smooth, strong and firm.  I ran my 
cheek against it, kissing it as I went up; the feeling was seductive and it 
thrilled me immensely.  Meanwhile Ingid took Ashley's face in her hands and 
they kissed.  To start, a little open mouth, lip-to-lip kisses, then tongues 
became active, seeking out each other's, just like in the lift.

I continued stroking her leg as I watched them kiss.  I became aware of her 
moving her leg to me, so I stroked higher, running my hand up her leg, over 
her knee to her thigh and right up its outside.  She had beautiful muscles 
and her skin was satin soft.  I lifted her leg and ran my hands up both 
sides of it.  She let a gap open up between her knees for me.  I slid my 
hands each side of her knee and continued up her thighs until I was under 
her skirt and back out again. Ashley grinned down at me quickly and moaned 
in her delight.

Soon Ash slid off the bed to land gently on the same plush carpet that 
Angelina had in her bedroom.  She was facing us with her skirt pulled up 
quite high and had put her legs over ours.  She and Ingrid kissed each 
other's necks. My hands had found their way to her upper thigh and one of 
her hands had found my breasts once again, each exploring the other.  It 
hurt a bit when she touched my now, very aroused and blood filed areolae and 
nipples, but by now I didn't care about a little pain.  My heart was racing 
with desire.  My body, flushed and tingly, along with my 'mistress' who was 
starting to get pretty damp.

I whispered my gratitude and repeated, "Oh, Ash, yes, yes."

I noticed Ingrid getting her top off; I shrugged mine off my shoulders too.  
I left my hand on Ash's thigh and slid my arm around Ingrid's waist as soon 
as it was bare; I moved closer to her and ran my palm over her back.  God, 
she felt good.  Then I joined in the kissing by running my open mouth around 
Ingrid's neck, face and ear.  Soon all three of us were tonguing each other.

Ashley had aroused me tremendously with her hand all over my boobs, she was 
becoming expert at stimulating me.   By then, we were all feeling very hot 
towards one another other, and we all were signaling to each other by our 
rapturous oh's, ah's, with moans supplementing our smiles, touches and 
kisses.  We were obviously enjoying the extreme intimacy we bestowed on each 
other. For me it was gloriously erotic.  I was finding a few erogenous zones 
on Ingrid and Ashley and they some of mine.

Ingrid's hands had switched to feeling my legs and had quickly moved up to 
my thighs.  Ingrid's mouth became insistent on mine, passionately switching 
her head from side to side, her hands right up under my skirt, driving me 
crazy with lust.  I kissed her just as furiously, just as passionately.  
Ingrid had then switched to suckle my nipples while Ashley took over kissing 
and touching my back, shoulders, neck and face.  Our tongues searched out 
the other's, exploring, playing chasy around our faces, building our joy and 
lust for each other. I felt my skirt being undone as Ashley leaned on me, 
pushing me backward onto the carpet.

While we played sexy mouth games, I grabbed her and pulled her to my side 
and I undid her zip all the way down the back of her dress, feeling her back 
too.  I undid her bra, sliding its shoulder strap over her shoulder.  I 
pulled her dress towards me a bit, enough to slide my hand over her breast.  
  Her nipple was hard, her areola puffy; I played with these, pulling her 
nipple; I took my hand and circled her nipple with it, just touching my 
palm.  I know that tickles like crazy and is so sexy; she wriggled to 
escape, but I followed every move she made.  Her breathing had quickened and 
she was flushed hot.  She felt wonderful and between her and Ingrid playing 
with me, I was steaming hot yet again and I loved it.  She joined me in my 
soft moans obviously enjoying my playfulness.

Ingrid tugged on my skirt.  I knew why.  I lifted my butt a little and felt 
it slide down and off.  With Ingrid's lips on my thighs, dancing and 
swirling, the tide of my lust rose.  I sensed Ingrid's passion as she 
kissed, sucked and licked, she was also raising her temperature way past a 
simmer.   I peeled off Ashley's dress with a lot of help from her.

Ashley looked flushed and, hot and beautiful. She kissed down my chest and 
went wild with passion on my boobs, kneading, sucking, nibbling or softly 
biting them or my chest  and neck, and with such relish.  She was so 
wonderful; my state of mind was centered on her ministrations and I loved 
and cherished it.  I could feel her pressing against me, her breasts on my 
tummy and the whole scene was exquisitely sensuous. I was, and I'm sure the 
others were also earnestly sexually awakened too.  My boobs were seriously 
sore, but this meant nothing to me by this time.  My heart pounded with 
unbridled passion; a lust beyond reasonableness.

Ingrid had now pulled my panties off - with a little help from me.  I knew I 
was as wet as anything and Angelina's stockings were in danger of getting 
sopping wet or even worse, laddered.   I reached down to get them off, but 
Ingrid had it in hand and removed them for me, kissing and licking up and 
down the full length of my legs.  By now I wanted my 'mistress' to be given 
the attention she always demands.

Ashley had slipped right out of her dress, bra and panties, and had 
straddled me, lying full length on top of me.  She felt absolutely 
sumptuous.  She hooked her legs inside mine and spread them wide apart.  
Ingrid's fingers glided up our legs to our puffy, sensitised and exposed 
labia.  As she touched me there I drew in a huge gulp of air as the 
fantastic sensations gushed out all over me. Ashley bit into my shoulder as 
she also gasped and groaned - through my pleasure haze I guessed Ingrid had 
got her as well.  I grabbed Ashley's round, firm cheeks pulling her mound 
hard down onto mine.

Then Ingrid's tongue hit my labia, her lips running over and with tightened 
lips she pulled on me there.  Her mouth opened, releasing my labia, but only 
until her tongue, with its warm softness, ran up and over my protruding 
clitoris.  I nearly screamed with joy.  Her luscious tongue and lips left me 
panting. Then Ashley stiffened, her face contorted in ecstasy as she got her 
pussy juices tasted.  I don't know quite how Ingrid did it, but she then 
inserted two or three fingers, working them delightfully deeply into me, 
stretching the muscular walls within my juicy pussy.  And two fingers from 
her other hand were in Ashley, who then switched between us with her mouth.  
Ashley and I just kissed deeply and so passionately as Ingrid performed 
magic deep in our pussies.

I felt my orgasm coming quickly as Ashley and I started slipping over each 
other with our sweat. My poor boobs were really hurting, but I was really 
getting so much gratification from this that it didn't matter one iota.  I 
raised my hips, thrusting forward to meet Ingrid's tongue and fingers 
lifting Ashley with me; my orgasm engulfed me, squirting juices all over.    
Ingrid sensed my oncoming orgasm and latched onto my clitoris and flicked 
and sucked hard until I reentered the world after a long, multiple-orgasmic 
whirlwind at the apex of pleasure.

I lost it totally.  Normally I'm quite quiet from my years of lovemaking in 
my parents home, but that night I yelled,  shouting my ecstasy to the world. 
  Ashley held me down, but my bucking on her mound, plus Ingrid's delectable 
tongue, had its effect on her.  I felt her stiffen, quiver, then she grabbed 
me and we held tightly onto each other, kissing rapturously as her orgasm 
took over her sensory system for two or three minutes.

With a look at each other we wordlessly set upon Ingrid who's face wore a 
big grin and dripped with our come. Well, we both kissed, licked, sucked and 
touched her everywhere.  Picking on her erogenous zones as much as we could, 
getting her to the edge, keeping her there for as long as we dared, then 
letting her down a little, then taking her back up again.  We had her 
begging us; we had to restrain her from getting herself off.

Then we gave her everything until she came in a gigantic, multiple orgasm.  
It served her right, we figured, and Ashley and I had both tasted the 
delicious Ingrid, but kissed to get the last erotic sensation from our hot 
session.  But we both held onto enough of her nectar to let Ingrid get her 
flavour from us both as we took turns in kissing her as she spun out of the 
orbit in which we had put her.

Playing hand, finger and mouth games on each other, we each stayed quite 
highly aroused, but I could feel the last few days catching up on me.  I was 
nearly exhausted.

We lay in each other's arms on the floor for several minutes continuing 
these caresses until Ingrid said, "Get up on my bed you two.  I've got 
something I think you'll like."

I needed no further invitation and neither did Ashley.   We were there in 
seconds with Ingid close behind, albeit a bit wobbly on her legs, but 
clasping a double dildo.

"Look at this: I've had it awhile but never used it; what do you think?"

Normally I would have jumped in with a response, but Ashley, still a 
live-wire at two o'clock or thereabouts, jumped in with, "Oh my god, Ingrid, 
you an' me, please, lets give it a go.  It'll be fantastic."

Ingrid was obviously keen as mustard to try it as she'd procured it in the 
first place.  I was certainly interested, but I wasn't going to start WW3 
over being first,  so I lay down next to them and watched.

Ingrid positioned herself facing Ashley about 20 cm apart, and that was good 
for me; I got a great side-on view.

Then she said to Ash, "Have you used one of these before?"

"No, have you?"

"No, it's a first for me too. What about you Alessia?"

"No, me neither. I've never seen one before Friday an' I haven't seen one 
used either, but it looks er . . .  interesting."  I giggled.

"Okay," said Ingrid, "let's try this: put your one of your legs each side of 
me and over mine, 'coz you've got longer ones."

Ashley did as Ingrid suggested and I got a really good look at her cleanly 
shaved pussy.  Fuck, it looked so sexy.  I found myself sneaking my hand 
down to my own 'mistress'.

"Okay, um . . . I'll spit on it then put in you Ash, okay?"

Ashley nearly died of embarrassment, but nodded yes.  She couldn't take her 
eyes off it as Ingrid's hand could hardly reach around it   I thought it 
looked really fat, but it was roughly the same as my vibrator.  Ashley 
watched Ingrid intensely as she spat on it, then bent it surprisingly easily 
and aimed it at Ashley's pussy.  Her eyes widened as it got closer; then the 
tip of it touched her labia.  She jerked, her eyes widening further when 
Ingrid moved it up and down her pink, puffy, wet labia.  Her eyes shut and 
she groaned quite loudly then lay back on her elbows.  Ingrid eased it in 
ever so slowly.  Ashley had her knees bent up so I could easily see it being 
eased in.  But when she lay back she let her legs drop sideways to open 
herself up as it entered her.  I nearly came watching and listening to her.  
She had that wondrous look on her of the face of a woman building up to her 
arousal.

Ingrid's hands were shaking as she did her job on Ashley.  Then she had to 
move back a bit as she wet it on own labia.  Her pussy must have been as wet 
as mine, because she slid it into herself easily.

"Oh shit, Ash it's great, hey?"

"Oh god, yeah. So now what do we do?"

"Um . . .  I dunno, but we could hold hands and pull ourselves up, sitting 
together and work something out.  God, quick honey, I'm really, really 
feeling this.  Ash, baby, oh shit, yes."

As they pulled themselves up they got noisier and were somehow getting off 
on it.  They started hip thrusting and rocking simultaneously.  It was wild 
to watch as both of them were clearly building to climax sooner rather than 
later.  My sneaky fingers were sliding  over my clit just as I like it best, 
and I was feeling as flushed and as hot as were Ashley and Ingrid.  They 
kissed passionately again and again.  The sounds were decibels higher now I 
had added to the ruckus.  Ash came first and she pushed up onto her toes, 
gripping the quilt, her knees flapping against the bed and Ingrid.  She 
looked absolutely fabulous in the soft light, her sweat glimmering.  Her 
breasts were engorged, in her acute state of arousal, especially her areolae 
and nipples as they were thrown about in her ecstasy.  Our breathing was 
coming in shorter and shorter gasps as we built to orgasm.  Ashley was now 
calmer, but Ingrid was reaching her summit, and, soon enough, she was over 
the edge.  As her orgasm over took her she was every bit as beautiful as 
Ashley was.  Then mine hit me as I went over the top watching them.  I can't 
describe how I looked, but the sensations were intense and powerful as I 
lost touch with reality for a glorious set of orgasmic waves.

On my return they were kissing softly.  They noticed me and came to me and 
we all kissed and cuddled for ten minutes or so.

Ingrid suggested a shower, which Ashley took up, but I did not.  They left 
me on the bed to wait.  I was so tired that, unfortunately, I went to asleep 
quickly, but I have good reason to believe there was more hanky panky 
between the other two that night.

I awoke the next day, well, okay later that morning, to find Ingrid's face 
buried into my boobs and Ashley snuggled up against her.  We were all still 
naked.  I surveyed the scene and thought back over the past few days while 
enjoying the warmth emanating from Ingrid. She was quite beautiful, even 
though her hair and make-up  was a total disaster zone.  Ashley, also, was 
in a similar state of disrepair, but she too looked gorgeous.  I knew I was 
a mess, I could feel it.  I just lay there quietly contented, but after a 
few minutes I noticed that my breasts and butt had started to get tingling 
hot again.  It was not a sexy hot thought; it was much like the feeling 
Angelina's magic fingertips gave me.  It got steadily stronger and I started 
to fear the worst.  After a few more minutes I knew my punishment was not 
yet over.

I very carefully extracted myself from Ingrid and sneaked into Angelina's 
room: she wasn't there.  I remembered what Ingrid had said about Angelina's 
Sundays, so I showered and got dressed in the clothes I had worn to the 
coffee shop only yesterday.  So much had happened, my mind whirling with so 
many memories.  My butt was stinging somewhat painfully now, and my bra was 
uncomfortably sore.  I wrote quick notes for each of them then cleaned up my 
stuff and I went home by bus, standing and dreading every bump while I was 
only one of three on the bus.  My monthlies were due on Monday and I was 
likely to be a bit sore today anyway.  Not much consolation, I thought.  
Pain on pain, oh well, such is life.

To be continued.


Comment welcome at Alessia@37.com
By Alessia Gerini (c) Copyright 2001

1 'I' or 'me' after than is always a bit of a problem.  It depends if the 
pronoun (I or me in this case) is subjective or objective.  In this case it 
is the subject of an omitted verb and should be 'I', but it sounds pedantic 
so I have added the verb.  In speech I would have left it as 'me'.
2 You're switching back and to present and past tenses - it's confusing and 
needs to be avoided - it could all be in the present but since you started 
in the past tense, it is best to continue.  Writing in the present tense is 
rather difficult, it is easy to make mistakes.


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