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Author: Alessia Gerini
Title: Loving April In Summer
Part: Wagga Wagga Part 3
Summary: Alessia has some sexy fun with April a sex slave.
Keywords: FdomF lte, exhib, rom, humil
Revision: 31 May 2003
Editor: Pee J with gratitude
This is a sexual fantasy, a fiction, none of the characters ever existed so
the things they did were only in my demented mind.
Children at varying ages are allowed to watch sex on TV
Or go see sexy Hollywood movies
Girls may legally have full-on sex at 16 with boys or girls
But you most definitely can't read about it until you are 21 if in the USA
So if you're too young don't read this, you'll go blind (I'm told).
If you're an adult and don't like to read about sex why are you sill here?
All of my stories are at http://www.asstr-mirror.org/files/Authors/alessia/www/ or
http://www.angelfire.com/jazz/alessia.gerini/ Any comments are appreciated
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@>--'--,--
Loving April In Summer
Sub Title: Wagga Wagga Part 3
{FdomF lite, Rom, exhib}
For the ASSM Romantic Summer Solstice Festival 2002
Revised version
By Alessia Gerini copyright (c) 2002 who is deeply indebted to Pee J for
editing this erotica.
I
It was wonderful. My nipples stirred appreciatively in my bra. I looked at
her naked beauty wondering what I might do, what I would make her do.
It was only my third day in Wagga Wagga and I had been loaned April, a newly
collared slave girl of only three days. I had been at her 'ceremony' on the
day I'd arrived. April had to do anything at all that I asked. I just had
to tell her or simply do whatever I wanted to her sexually or anything else
I wanted. My mind raced with possibilities of fantasies long held. Things
I would not ask anyone else to do with me, to me, or I to them. But still I
had all night and the next day to think of ways to dominate this girl to my
hearts desire.
I'd had fantasies about April for months. Sure, I loved Annette and she was
very special to me as her submissive. But I knew April as a fellow
submissive as well as a beautiful and intelligent young woman. At our first
meeting we had hit it off immediately and had become firm friends.
II
She sat naked at my feet. I leaned over, almost to assure myself that she
was real. I ran my fingertips firmly over her upper arms, along her
shoulder muscles to her black suede collar. Her alabaster skin was pure joy
to my touch. I continued my exploration down over her collarbones to the
swelling of her breasts. The incredible feeling under my fingertips went
from the touch of bone and muscle to the soft, sensitive flesh of the
curvature of her breasts.
Quivering in anticipation I moved my fingers lower. I noticed her breathing
quicken. My fingers and palms ran over the silken tissue of her areolas. A
sharp gasp escaped her lips and her chest heaved under my hands. Circling
her areolas with the pads of my fingers I listened to her breathing continue
to quicken and felt her nipples knot hard. I squeezed and pulled gently on
her turgid knobs, my excitement increasing radically. I tingled as I sensed
her arousal grow from my attention to the erogenous zones of her upper body.
Her long, raven hair shone under the afternoon light as she sat at my feet
patiently waiting for me to speak as I teased her body. The clock on the
wall ticked loudly. The only other sound came from our breathing and also
perhaps from my heart pounding in lust. I looked down at her, past her
breasts; she sat on her long shapely legs, her soles up under her, her knees
apart, her slender fingers resting on her knees. Her nails were painted
pearly white and manicured short, but well shaped.
Feeling her ear lobes and softly stroking her neck, sensing her reactions
to the various spots I picked learning her erogenous zones, I leant over
and kissed in her ear. She jerked a little, I whispered, "Lean forward
some, my sweet."
She was facing away from me, her back straight, head bent forward in
submission. Her long hair in a ponytail flowed down her back. She wore a
perfume that was divine; probably a splash-all-over skin perfume. It wafted
through my senses. I noticed her nipples were proud, at attention, still
hard from my teasing, that her labia were swollen, shiny, damp and pink. As
she leant over, I ran my fingernail down her spine.
She gasped. I asked, "You like this, do you?"
I was a bit taken back to see her nakedness extended to her total lack of
pubic hair; she had no hair from her neck down anywhere. Later I discovered
that it was natural except for her pussy. Had she prepared herself like
that for me? Probably shaved everything but her mound. I stared over
her shoulder fascinated by all her beauty.
"Yes, very much."
"Good," I said as I continued to explore her body with my nails or
fingertips. From experience, I find my scrutinises invaluable in finding
erogenous zones that I might use given the opportunity and in April's case
these could be many. I shuddered at the thought as I soaked up her
sensuousness.
Although her father was least part European, probably French, her mother was
Vietnamese. Her near-white Asian skin looked warm in a light that seemed to
give her a slight tan and a sexy gloss. Her quiet, submissive demeanour and
her ultra-sensuous appearance excited me even more. After several minutes
of procrastination I moved my fingertips back onto her shoulders. Idly
roving her skin, speaking softly, I breathed into her ear, "April?"
She shuddered as my breath wafted into and around her ear and she responded
softly, "Yes?"
"We have plenty of time to be together. Let's go for a walk down at the
mall in your new sexy slave clothes. I want to have some fun and show you
off."
"Of course. I'll change in one minute flat."
"Open the curtains, my sweet; I want to see you in all your glory. Change
in the open window for me."
"Oh, um . . . certainly."
She was acting exactly as would a loved slave-girl except that she didn't
refer to me as 'Mistress' or the like. I found the power disconcerting but I
although I thought I could see why some people got off on it. And I became
determined t enjoy my to-be-short-lived-power.
I looked out of the full-length window, its curtains pulled back, seeing
the blue sky with its white fluffy clouds peppering the summer sky of inland
Australia. Although late in the afternoon, it was still quite hot. Wearing
our light summer outfits would not be a problem in the warmth outside.
Within no time April was back standing naked in the in the window's light,
putting on a red Lycra mini skirt. Then came a matching red cut-off
crop-top with one sleeve that barely covered her left areola or the
swelling of the undersides of her breasts, finally her black velvet collar
and very high-heeled black strapped sandals.
Her long muscled, slim, belly looked fabulous with a silver waist chain
around it. Because I'd told her to not wear a bra or panties she wore no
underwear at all. She told me that Andrea did not allow her to wear
panties, but she would be pleased not to wear a bra if that is what I
wanted. April confided in me that never wearing panties made her feel very
sexy all the time. Even when dressed she oozed sensuousness and made me
feel almost dowdy.
To see her bathed in the late-afternoon sunlight was magical for me. My
desire for her increased and my body responded accordingly. While she
certainly looked very sexy, it was not what is worn in conservative old
Wagga Wagga. I was wearing a thin white sundress that barely reached mid
thigh, heeled sandals and my lacy bikini underwear. I took in my outfit
deciding that with my light tan and cleavage I really did look quite chic,
even if somewhat conventional next to April,.. I figured that together we
would stand out like beacons.
I saw her looking out of the window, realising as I did, that she was
exposing herself to all the world. She seemed to mind showing herself off,
a slight tenseness came over her, although out there, there were probably
only a few people returning from Christmas shopping in town or whatever.
In her demeanour, there was the nervous tension of being 'caught' in the
window, blatant in her nakedness, but it showed as cheekiness, as a
strip-tease artist might look who strips for thrills. I watched her
dressing and in spite of her exhibition, I knew she was showing her charms
primarily for me. I enjoyed her show immensely. Her cleanly shaved pussy
especially took me in. Her hood was well defined and tapered into her inner
labia that disappeared between her even, puffy-pink outer labia. Her
physical perfection really turned me on. I grinned at her as my body and
mind responded with goose bumps, tingly nipples and that special feeling in
my groin.
Exchanging warm glances we set off to the mall and I held her hand. It was
trembling and I wondered if it was her outfit or being with me. I asked,
"Why are you trembling, sweetie?"
"I've not held hands with a beautiful girl or worn these clothes downtown
before. I'm finding it scary . . . um . . . people will look at us."
I smiled, "Yes, I thought of that. It doesn't worry you, does it?"
"Well, yes and no; its not just scary, there's the thrill of being with you
and in this outfit - that makes me quiver. It's a weird kind of excitement
I'm not used to. I think I'll love it, but it's intimidating too."
"Oh." I giggled. She giggled nervously with me. "Get used to it then," I
continued. I caught her eye; her black eyes shone back into mine. She
squeezed my hand lightly. I felt a tingling start in my nether region once
again. I wanted to kiss her badly, and, of course, I could have. With the
20-20 vision of hindsight, I don't know why I didn't. We walked happily but
in silence to the mall, chatted about the goodies we saw and liked in the
shops as we window-shopped, then sat and had coffee in the middle of the
mall in the wide space of where the indoor cafes and take-away eateries are
situated undercover.
Some of the Christmas shopping crowd had been taking notice of us. April
was glancing around watching the watchers. Her face flushed prettily, but
she looked as nervous as a kitten on its first foray. Which, in a way, it
was for her dressed as she was like a hooker.
As we sat our eyes met. Her eyes had that smouldering look and I knew mine
had the same. I asked her to raise her arms and run her fingers through her
hair. As she lifted her arms, her breasts began to come into view from
under her top. Oh, how sexy that looked! I told her not to raise her arms
any higher as her nipples were almost poking into sight although I did not
tell her. She would have kept going if I had not told her to stop. Then I
realised that of course she would have continued because it was up to me to
tell her to stop.
She'd stopped breathing in anticipation, her face flushed red. But it was
a glow of excitement or maybe even a flush of terror. It seemed as much
thrill for her as it was for me, but I wasn't sure which. I caught her eye
and we grinned. However, her eyes showed an anxiety in contrast to her
brave front. I leaned over and taking her hand, kissed her palm. I gave
her palm the tip-of-my-tongue treatment. Her eyes blurred over as she
watched me intently; she slowly moved her gaze down locking onto my breasts.
I felt my nipples harden at her lustful stare. Inwardly I smiled. Now we
both had our nipples standing proud in our tops: visible for public viewing.
She knew what was happening and I saw her quiver in tension or perhaps just
a thrill for her. I could not tell.
"Cross your legs."
She knew, I'm sure, I wanted her short skirt to ride up. She could not pull
it down with her arms held high. I knew that she looked exceedingly sexy;
certainly the men and boys appreciated her stunning beauty. Some women also
looked at her, conscious of her sexy assets, her sheer exquisiteness,
coupled perhaps with even a little jealously too. It was strange and I felt
proud to be with her and, given our situation, somehow I felt as if her
sexiness were rubbing off on me.
I could see the blush in April's eyes as I made her flaunt herself in the
crowded mall.
"You look great," I said.
Her breasts were thrust forward allowing her hardened nipples to poke into
blatant visibility through her crop top.
"April, are you scared?"
"Yes," she whispered.
"Why?"
Her hair shone in the bright lights and she swung her legs into a crossed
position. Her skirt rose to an obscene height. Her calves were stretched
into a beautiful shape by her stiletto heels.
"It's a small town, Alessia, people know me."
Passers-by stared at us and more than a few comments came our way, many
complimentary, but a few were mean, meant to be nasty. I decided that we
should leave. I gestured to April to stand.
"We should leave."
As we left, I took her hand and again I found her trembling uncontrollably.
"Are you all right?" I enquired.
"Yes, oh yes, I felt the world staring at me -- it was so scary, but
exciting."
"It was for me too, April. Seeing you like that with your skimpy sexy
outfit was surreal. Your boobs were almost uncovered to your nipples when I
stopped you. You knew that, didn't you?"
I saw something in her eyes as she turned and looked at me saying, "Yeah, I
guessed it was very close." A cheeky grin crossed her face and a tremble
ran through her. "I know I flashed my pussy as I stood up."
I nearly chocked laughing, "You didn't, did you?"
"Yeah!" She grinned and looked at my serious face. "Oh, was that wrong?"
"No, I just didn't think you would do that: You horny thing!"
"Phew, I thought I was in trouble and might be punished."
"No, honey, I just wish I'd seen you."
"I'll show you anytime, Alessia," she said giggling.
"You really are gorgeous. I want you, you know that, you do, don't you?" I
was getting very aroused by the whole scenario being played out around me.
"But I am not beautiful next to you. And I've wanted you since I first saw
you."
"Thank you. I will have my piece of you before I leave."
"Oh, yes please, Alessia."
"God, how can you not realize you're gorgeous? You have a fantastic body
and face to die for."
It seemed we had a mutual admiration society going on between us. We smiled
sexily at each other, no longer caring what onlookers might think. Not that
it had worried me too much before, but I did not live in this town, April
did, and as far as I knew she planned to stay with Andrea, her new mistress.
"You really think so?"
"Hell, yes, darling. Nearly everyone who saw you boggled in amazement or
lust. Some looked at me enviously - at least the ones who might have
guessed we were a couple, even if it is only for today and tomorrow."
"I don't think I'm that good looking. Andrea never says things like that to
me."
"Believe me, sweetie, you are! Now let's go down to the park."
It wasn't a question and she nodded assent. We interlocked arms and fingers
like the lovers we were becoming, enjoying the electrical energy of our
togetherness.
With the sun now low on the horizon I led her towards the civic garden,
close to the library and arts centre. I knew there were lovely grassed
lawns and flowerbeds there. There were places where we could be together
outside in the warm evening air.
"This is going to scare you so get a grip. We are going to fuck in the
park."
"Alessia, please, no, not there," she said turning whiter than usual.
As an exhibitionist, that idea thrilled me and I had gathered by then that
it would thrill April too but I seemed she couldn't admit it to herelf;
not that as a slave she would have a say in it. "You protest?" I asked.
"Oh, my god, no, Alessia. I-I can't, I couldn't do that, not in the park."
"Oh yes you can and you will, won't you!" I said sternly. By now, we had
entered the park.
April had gone whiter-than-white. I chuckled and teased her. "You'll love
it. I promise I'll make you come."
There were few people in the gardens, but there were one or two couples
across the far side of the stream that ran through the park. I picked a
spot and gestured to April to lay out the small rug we had brought with us.
"Here is perfect, don't you think?"
I sat to one side, and indicated that April should join me. I lay on my
side facing her as she carefully lay down next to me. She had some colour
back in her face by now but was still a bit panicky. She obviously hadn't
expected this of me.
I was feeling warm and close to April even though we had not spoken very
much. I sensed a strange kind of bond developing between us, the kind of
bond two submissives have when their partners have virtually ordered them
together. Knowing that, would in itself bond us. It was no secret between
the four of us that Annette was my dominant and I her submissive partner.
I reached over to April's collar feeling the suede and her neck. I
speculated aloud to April, "I wonder whether I would ever go so far as to
wear Annette's collar if she asked me?"
"It's wonderful for me, Alessia Darling, but there is more to consider than
meets the eye. For example, today I must please you in whatever way you
want. My feelings are not a consideration, but I will do anything to please
Mistress Andrea, including pleasuring you sexually or anything else."
"And you accept that?"
"Anything that pleases Andrea, also, by definition, pleases me."
"You are avoiding my question, honey. You accept that you must follow
Andrea's orders whatever they are."
"Yes! Unquestionably!"
"Including being loaned to me to take my orders? Even to make love here?"
"Yes!"
"Yeah, okay, I accept that. You can say that, but I don't really know if
you want me."
"Oh, didn't Andrea tell you I wanted you, to make you happy. Ever since
that night you spent with us all."
"Yes, she did, but you love her, right?"
"Oh, god, yes, more than anything, but I also wanted to make love to you
because I do adore you too. It's hard to explain, but that night was really
special for me. If it wasn't for Andrea and Annette I would have tried to
win your heart. If you like, I've had a crush on you since then."
"That's a sweet thing to say. I guess I've felt like that about you too.
But then I've told you how much I want you, haven't I." It wasn't a
question, it was a fact we both knew was true. April didn't reply, but she
did smile sheepishly.
At that I felt I wasn't taking advantage of my 'gift' of April, although I
would have anyway. I leant up on my elbow and kissed her gently on the lips
but held onto our touch for a minute or so. By the end, she had started to
press harder against my mouth and her breathing rate increased. I parted
my lips and tongued her lips. I pressed and she allowed me in. We explored
each other's mouths. I sucked her tongue into my mouth and she sucked onto
my lips. By the time we eventually parted, we were really passionate. We
were both breathless and steaming hot for each other.
For my part, my lips tingled, my nipples were pressing hard against my bra
and the heat in my groin was matched by its wetness. I'd been waiting for
this for a very long time. I was wide awake, my body ached in desire, my
mind ablaze with the thought of spending many hours with this quiet, but
beautiful young woman. From our kiss I knew the sex would be wonderful. As
her eyes lowered in submission her whole being seemed to be ablaze.
That kiss with April was either excellent acting or true passion. Whatever
it was, it certainly set my heart beating madly, arousing me tremendously.
I could smell her passion, or maybe was it my own. The aroma of woman
engulfed me. I moved to kiss her again, but this time there was immediate
heat in the feelings sparking between us. Our tongues met, then our lips,
our mouths moved in a tango of sexual fervour.
The heat between us intensified as we squirmed and knotted together, our
naked legs entwined. She felt wonderful. Her top had ridden up a little
and again I could see the underside of her breasts. The off-white skin
colour of her tummy barely changed where it met her full breasts. She saw
where my eyes were focused and smiled. Cupping her breasts, she offered
them to me.
I forgot where we were and took her as the lust for her built in me.
Burying my face in her silky flesh, I kissed her sweet areolas till I heard
her quietly moan, then I took her nipples one after the other, gorging on
each till her moans became frantic. She rolled onto her back pulling me on
top of her. Her gorgeous breasts were now fully exposed to me; I ran my
cheeks over them revelling in their softness. Teasingly I opened my mouth
and huffed, and puffed on her excited breasts. She writhed under me, her
head thrashing, her eyes closed.
Of course I knew she was being turned on by me. I love giving true pleasure
to others and I continued kissing her armpits, her neck and her face. She
slipped her top over her head leaving her arms behind her head. Oh, my god,
she looked wonderful and so vulnerable with her eyes closed, and mouth open
making sexy little sounds.
We hadn't spoken for minutes: no words were needed. Right then, for us,
there were only the two of us in the world. Becoming conscious that my
clothing was inhibiting me, I slipped the sleeves of my sundress over my
elbows while she unbuttoned the dress from the back. My bra followed
quickly and we clasped each other while we kissed again. Her hands explored
my back as I buried my face into her neck, nibbling and tasting her skin,
purring my pleasure into her ears.
She whispered, 'Alessia' over and over again in a husky, uneven voice as she
gasped in quick spurts. My nipples were hard and hot for attention so I
leaned over her face. She immediately gorged on my boobs just as I had
wanted her to. I watched her face as her mouth went from side to side as I
twisted myself so as each of my boobs got their fair share. The exquisite
pleasure scorched though me setting me on fire as she expertly feasted. My
breathing matched hers: short raspy gasps of delight.
My panties soon became saturated as my groin ached for her tongue. Quickly
checking around I couldn't see anybody looking, although I was almost beyond
caring. I hitched up my skirt and pulled my panties hard to one side of my
throbbing lips and sat on her breasts. My juices covered her as her soft
breast flesh squeezed into me. Her rock-solid nipples rubbed against and
flicked my most sensitive spots. The silky folds of my pussy slithered over
her magnificent skin driving me onward in my sensual journey. She squeezed
her breasts together for me as I slid myself over her. The sensations were
breathtaking.
My pussy lips were by now fully sensitised and bloated red with blood.
Aroused beyond belief I moved my pussy up and over her face. Her eyes fixed
in hunger on my pussy. I pulled my panties off in a frenzy of craving. Her
eyes gleamed up at me as I slowly sunk myself onto her gaping mouth. Within
seconds, she was taking my drenched pussy lips into her mouth, tonguing them
from end to end in a wild fervour. Licking all my spilt juice from wherever
she found it. I swear I felt my pulsating bean creep out of its protective
hood.
My breathing turned to ragged short pants as her mouth, her tongue swept
over me, into me. Gasping to her, "God, girl, eat me, suck my clit, bite
it. Your bloody gorgeous fucking mouth is incredible."
I put my hands and knees on the grass by her head and by spreading my knees
I pressed my pussy into her face. Into her magnificent mouth. Onto her
gorging tongue.
Her tongue drove hard into me like I'd never had I it before. It sawed
across my dribbling pussy, then flicked in a hard pointy muscle, over,
around and inside, while her lips attached themselves to me with a glorious
suction, taking large slabs of me into her mouth. She would let my labia
slip through her mouth, between her teeth, as she moved her head to reach my
eager bean, only to tease it with a quick suck and flick of her lizard-like
tongue.
Expertly she took me up to that heavenly bliss then eased off before I
exploded. Then again, she latched onto me taking me up once again. I
could barely keep my arms steady as she grabbed my arse cheeks, pulling me
hard onto her face as she sucked my clit between her teeth, nibbling it.
She slipped a finger into my asshole while her thumb worked into my pussy,
squeezing against her finger the dividing membrane between. Her lips,
mouth, tongue and chin worked miracles on my silky-soft folds. Her face
seemed to disappear into me for minutes, latched onto my hood and hard bean,
and slid from there along the full length of my slicked labia lips. My
cunt was on fire, my body ablaze with desire and lust.
The ultimate build up was sensational. Glorious. Ecstatic. I felt its
oncoming charge rushing to engulf me, my back buckling, arms trembling, and
then my mind was blown away with pure pleasure.
I heard an eerie kind of wailing coming from deep within me. In no time, I
had come all over her face several times. My arms turned into jelly and I
collapsed onto her but she held on, her tongue and mouth still going deep
then back to my clit. I lay there muttering to April not to stop. I was
almost delirious.
Never had anyone given me such expert lovemaking. My mind stopped thinking
and I was blown away with the fairies again. I think I passed out for a
while because the next thing I knew April was bent over me, kissing my
breasts again. God, I was still horny, although I had come twice, or maybe
even three or four times within a few short minutes. April, keeping on with
her ministrations, was not intending to let me come down anytime soon. Not
that I minded, but there were people about, including, I noticed, some
wide-eyed spectators.
I was delighted by her, though not at all fazed. Indeed, I would have been
surprised had she not been aroused, although I suspected that I felt her
shudder with an orgasm during my own. But then I would not have noticed an
earthquake during those minutes of pure ecstasy.
As I became aware of the world again I could see the couples we had seen
earlier over the other side of the stream, looking at us mouth agape. My
mind exhilaration was acute. I so badly wanted to taste April; to give her
some of her treats in return. Her face was a picture: flushed pink and wet
from my musky honeydew. I saw her look around gasping at the attention we
were receiving and felt a shiver run through her. Her poor nipples were
still knotted hard and her inner thighs covered with her woman's tangy
honey. Its musky bouquet along with mine hung in the air in a sexy piquant
mix: a cloud of woman-sex.
Her hair was dishevelled. Her breasts pink and heaving. Her smile a mile
wide. Her intense look loving. She drew back a little from me, but still
close, and I realised that my arms were still around her. She sat up next
to me; we kissed for a long time. I tasted myself on her face. Reluctantly
our lips parted slowly. We gazed at each other, our eyes not blinking but
libidinous in intent. Our lust and love obvious to us both. Our eyes had
spoken all that was needed for that moment of magic.
April seated herself in the same way she had in the apartment. Her legs
under her, her knees apart, but now she faced me. April was showing herself
to me. It was her slave way of begging to be taken to orgasm. Sopping wet,
her swollen lips glistened in the last light of a beautiful sunset. She
must have been on fire internally. I can only imagine the throbbing and
aching for release she was experiencing. I grinned into her gorgeous eyes.
Then pointedly looked at her pussy. I smiled in gratitude hoping to impart
my ardour to her. She beamed back, her eyes flames of craving.
I had to have her to myself. Unsteadily I got to my feet with her help and
as darkness fell and with the sun now well below the horizon, the two of us
dressed and holding each other tightly, headed back to the small apartment.
The fire within me seethed. I could not keep my hands off her as we wound
our way home. We had just started our night together and we were falling in
love, although we both knew we could never permanently become the couple we
were at that moment of pure bliss.
Alas. Life, fate and our partners would never allow it.
Original version written for the ASS.M Rom Summer Solstice Festival 2002
Revised version 31 May 2003
By Alessia Gerini copyright (c) 2002-03
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