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


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.

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contact me for permission.  I will link to your site.  This
dramatically increases readers' traffic!

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 Ashley's and my 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 breasts but especially
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 chasey 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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