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Fantasy Fulfilment 09 by Alessia Gerini

 

filename: Fantasy_Fulfilment_09_by_Alessia_Gerini.txt Author: Alessia
Gerini (Edited with thanks by PeeJ) Part: Chapter 9 Summary: "Following her
punishment Alessia goes out on the town with Ingrid. She gets smashed then
strips and meets a friend of Ingrid. All three go home and have a
threesome." Keywords: FFF, exhib

I came out of he shower and dried myself very carefully on a big fluffy,
fabulously soft, towel. My poor butt was as pink as a rare steak and my
boobs only a little less so. My nipples were really sore and would not
become flaccid, but stayed semi-hard at best and my butt was still sore but
was on the mend. I managed to get my hair a bit wet so called to Angelina,

"Hey, Darl' where's your hair drier I can't find one in the, bathroom?"

"Look in the top draw of my dressing table, it should be there; use my
brush if you need one," came a muffled voice from the wardrobe.

"Okay, thanks."

I walked to the dressing table finding the dryer just where she said it
would be. I grabbed the brush and started blow-drying and brushing my
hair. I headed over to the wardrobe to see if she had found anything
useful. I ran out of electric cord before I could see inside.

I yelled out over the noisy thing, "I think the bra and panties
I

wore

today will be fine. They're black and quite sexy."

A face appeared, "Thank god, neither Ingrid's nor mine would

have

fitted

those big . . . bre . . . Oh my, look at you – your boobs are

red raw, can you wear a bra?"

My breasts had been bouncing around nearly all day and I wanted my bra

to

hold

them still for awhile if I could.

"Well, I wanna, I really should," I said.

"Yes Alessia, we'll try."

"Here, see if these fit?"

A pair of black patient leather heels came tumbling out. They

were

peep
sandal types with an ankle straps; gorgeous!"

I slipped one on and did up the strap; it fitted perfectly. Then the

other;

it

too was just so comfortable as one would expect.

'Hey, angelina these are beautiful."

"Okay, my stockings will fit, just make sure?"

"Where do I find them."

"In he top draw of the chest of draws."

"Right I see."

Finishing off drying my wet ends I turned off the dryer and I pulled

the

top

draw open, 'WOW, what gorgeous stuff she's got,' I thought looking

at

lacy lingerie of all colours.

"I'll go get my bra and panties, okay?"

"Sure. I've got a skirt and top for you from our shopping today."

I came back into the bedroom wearing lace-top, black stay-ups, my

panties
and

the shoes.

Angelina's eyes bugged out when she set eyes on me. I laughed as I

watched

her

nipples harden, proudly saying, "Oh I do have an effect

on

you,

don't

I?"

My nipples had hardly been normal all day and were so sensitised they

were

red
and proudly presenting themselves to the world even now.

"You look so hot like that, I couldn't help it," she

laughed,

looking

at herself.

"Okay," angelina kept up, "I have this black skirt and

it

comes

with a matching black near waist-length jacket. It doesn't sound

very

sexy, but look, they are both see-through and the skirt is tight and

fitted

wrap-around waisted with a naughty split side, if it fits you, that is,

and it

should. The jacket has a cleavage and will show off your breasts and

tummy to

great effect I'm sure," She chuckled, "Put them on now,

okay, and

we'll see."

Ingrid walked in at the point that I was reaching for the

little

outfit

proffered to me by Angelina.

"WOW, yes!" Ingrid declared, "you'll look outrageous

in

that

outfit."

"I'm not going like this, silly!" I giggled, as she drooled.

"Oh – why not?"

"Because!" I continued, "Hey, you look

bloody

outrageous

yourself. We'll be fighting off all and sundry. That slit

dress

and cleavage,

mmmm, yum. Have you got knickers on?"

"Who's Sundry?" giggled Ingrid, "of course, but high

cut

bikini

thong ones."

"Shit, Ingrid you won't be safe in those."

"I'll be okay, the guys won't try anything."

"You haven't been out with me before have you, and who said

anything

about

guys?"

We all laughed and angelina said,

"Come here Alessia, and get this stuff on before you

get

raped

right

here."

I walked towards angelina to get my skirt, bra and top. I slipped

into

the

skirt; it too was slit up high, just about level with the tops of

my

stockings.

Its cut was wonderful and it fitted literally like a glove.

I

grabbed my bra,

bent forwards to drop my boobs into its cups and

immediately

I realised that I would be far too sore for that. I tried

anyway and,

'yeeouch!.' My nipples sprang solid with the pain of the

lacy bra scratching

over them. Well, they weren't really scratchy, but

they really felt rough.

"Oh, shit, that hurts like crazy, my nips are far too sore;

what

now,

I

can't wear these?"

"Um, go bare boobs. I'll be treading on tongues hanging out if you

do but

I can do that!," suggested Ingrid wickedly grinning.

angelina shrugged her shoulders, "Well it's got me beaten?"

"Okay Ingrid, you're on!" I said, thrilling at the

idea,

but

trembling in apprehension also. 'Shit, I'm in the "Club" to flash so

here I go,' I thought.

I put the jacket on bra-less. The jacket was soft enough, but

it

still

stimulated me. I had two choices, not go or go like this. I

choose

to

go as I was. It actually felt good, but despite all the hot sex I'd

had

that

day I was still horny. Hell, it wasn't just that day, but over the

last

few

days I'dlost count of the orgasms I'd had, and they'd all been

fabulous.

I was beginning to think that the more one got the more one wanted

it.

I looked in the full-length mirror and saw the hottest chic chick I'd

seen

for ages standing there looking at me, Ingrid not included. The full

outline

of her breasts, areolae and nipples visible, though not as obvious as

I

first

thought. Just looking at myself in the mirror made me shudder

in

aroused

excitement.

"Okay, some lipstick, eye shadow and eyeliner and we're

gone,"

I

exclaimed.

"I'll do it." angelina rushed to her dressing table

gesticulating

for

me to go to her, so I did.

Ingrid looked bemused, but happy for her Mum. "Shall I get

the

car

now?" she said to nobody in particular.

"Yes, yes," replied Angelina, "In five minutes

I'll

be

finished."

She expertly applied the make-up and I loved the way she made me look.

I

kissed

her carefully on the cheek as we went down in the lift. She had

given

me the

make-up for touch-ups. Ingrid pulled up in her Hyundai Sports

Coupe

and

remembering my butt I carefully slid in and with a wave we were off.

I

couldn't help notice Ingrid's skirt was way up in her lap, her

gorgeous

legs

right there for me to look at. But I was flashing a lot of leg

too as

I'd

pulled my skirt up to get in. As it turned out, of course, I

hadn't

needed

to much because of the slit up this skirt. The sight of her

legs, well,

all of

her really, I found such a turn on; she really was a

very

attractive

girl, especially all done up for a night out. Her golden hair

done

up high and

an outfit a little similar to mine in a red but it wasn't

anywhere

near as

sheer, just that, with the light behind her, although see

through it

wasn't

obviously so as mine was.

Ingrid asked me if I'd been hurt badly and I said that at the time

it

was

pretty tough, but I didn't mention my possible masochism or

Angelina's

sadistic

streak that had surfaced. I think it had scared us a bit

more than we

admitted

even to ourselves.

She seemed as if she felt a bit guilty, so I said, "Don't feel

bad

about

any of this. I now know you were only protecting your mum, I would

have

done

the same. Actually, you are a lot like your mum, just a smaller

version of

her

and my mum too. She has a great figure and she's slight, like

you. And

you're

all very sexy, but my mum is straight."

"Thanks - I think!" she giggled.

"I guess that was a backhanded way of saying I like

you."

I

giggled

too.

"Yeah, but what about you and mum, she's forty and she's got

eyes

for

Ava

you know."

"Oh, shit, forty! My mum is only a bit older. God, I really

am

stuck

on

her, I think she is fabulous, but forty. I thought she was

about

thirty.

What

has she said about me? Why has she led me on?"

"Look, Alessia honey, at nineteen you are vital, young and fresh

to

her.

You're a real spunk and lesbian, and I bet you didn't make it easy

for

her

to

say, 'get lost', did you?"

I thought for a little while and I noticed a concerned Ingrid

looking

over

at

me.

"I see what you're saying but, shit, now I love her."

My eyes were tearing up.

"Do you really, or have you just got a crush on her? Look,

she's

my

mum,

I've seen a couple of other girls my age besotted with her

because she

is

so

gorgeous, kind, generous and like that. I don't blame you, I

love her

too.

Don't answer now Babe, but think about it, okay? I don't want

you

too

hurt,

anymore than you will be already."

"If you're right," I said defensively.

"True, but I'm not betting on it. I'm really sorry, but

I've

seen

it

before, like I said. Please believe me when I say I'm not saying

this

to

be

mean or just because I like you a lot."

"I dunno what to say. It sure feels good to be with her,

it

sure

feels

like love. How sure are you that you're right?"

"Oh Alessia, I really am sorry, but ninety-five percent sure at

least.

I

even know she made love to one of the other girls and I'm

pretty

sure

the

second one too. Put yourself in her shoes, you're single and

forty,

right,

and

a great 'kid' comes along and practically begs for you to go

for

her. What

do

you do?"

"Oh, why did you tell me, I don't want to know all this?

Damn,

I'd

probably fuck her silly!"

"Alessia, watch you're mouth, and yeah, I think that's

what

happened

to

you. Sure, she thinks you're great, and so do I, but she has a

high

libido.

She

checks you out, finds a wonderful girl, so what does she do

when

she

finds

you're attracted to her? She gives you what you want,

right?"

I managed to laugh with her, but she had hardly cheered me

up.

Indeed,

I

thought that she was probably right, but by then I felt all sorry

for

myself.

"Yeah, I 'spose!"

"I'm sorry Honey, but I really would do the same too if I

n were

in

her

position, hey, yeah?"

I started to feel that I could trust and talk to Ingrid; she

was

pretty

sharp,

but I didn't say anything more about Angelina, at least, for

now

so I

changed

the subject.

"I suppose you've got a favourite club in town?" I inquired.

"Yeah, but there are a couple I like, one will let us in free.

Shall

we

go there?"

"Sure."

"Okay, I know there are a few girls that go there

too."

Ingrid

smiled.

"Meaning?"

"Like us, dykes."

"Oh, okay, cool." I thought for a bit and then I

asked

her,

"My

mum doesn't know about me yet. I think she would freak.

angelina
knows about

you. Did she um . . . influence you or anything

like

that?"

"I've often thought about that and I'm sure she didn't,

like,

make

me

lesbian, because I was always attracted to girls, never to

boys,

not

sexually

anyway. But to say she didn't influence me might be too

much. It

must

have made

it easier for me to come out, as I never had to worry

about

what

she'd say. But

she didn't accept it right off, you know. Like, I

had

to

convince her and she

didn't make it as easy as I thought it would be.

I

think

she wanted grand-kids

but nowadays that's possible."

I waned to ask her if she and angelina ever made love, but I held

back

on

that

one. I was sure they had, and maybe Ingrid had been waiting for

her

to

come to

her earlier. 'Oh, shit, I'd love to watch them.' My

nipples

stiffened

at that

thought. Ingrid pulled into a car park not far from

the shops

where I'd

been

earlier that day.

"Come with me," she said, smiling sweetly at me. I

smiled

a

really

friendly smile right back. I really was warming to

this

diminutive,

sexy woman

– she, like me was not a 'girl' anymore.

"Okay, I'm coming."

As I got out of the car I put my left leg out onto the pavement just

as

a

few

couples walked past. My left leg had, of course, gone

straight

through

the

slit and a lot of my lacy-toped stockings, including bare

leg above

the

lace,

was plainly in full view for their eyes. They were quite

openly

taking

in all

they could see too. I made no effort to cover up either,

I loved

their

stares.

I even hoped they could see my panties. The feeling

of

excitement of

their

staring filled my brain and I felt hot vibrations

hit

'mistress pussy'

hard.

Ingrid and I then wandered down into the taverns, club

and

restaurants

area

more and more people were about, not all young and we

both

started

getting

stares. Although Ingrid was slim and at about five foot

two

inches, she

was a

knockout blonde with a great figure and legs. She really

was

a very

sexy

looking spunk. As for me next to her, I looked like a

bloody

lighthouse;

I

stuck up ten centimetres higher and, in the lights of the

al

fresco

eating

areas that lined the street, my see-through outfit was

pulling

eyes too.

I was

getting hot again with this exposure, my nipples had

really

gone hard

again and

'mistress pussy' was getting damp.

At something after ten o'clock on Saturday night the place

was

crowded,

noisy

and sort of exciting for me. I'd been there before, but his

was

a bit

far from

my regular Saturday turf. And even a few days ago I would

not

have

worn that

outfit anywhere, leave out crowded streets like this one.

To

say I

was aroused

again would have been a gross understatement, I was

streaming

yet

again. I was

now acutely aware of my left leg being plainly

visible

and

perhaps an

occasional glimpse of bare leg above my stockings. And

with

my

nipples hard and

covered, but still the fullness of my figure out there

for

all

to see, albeit,

through the somewhat sheer cloth of my top. We

reached

the

club and they let

Ingrid straight on in; I followed, no trouble.

We hit

the

bar and Ingrid

ordered two cocktails I'd not heard of and we

mingled,

sipping.

Naturally the music was loud and they had a laser lighting system

that

was

unreal. We sat and watched for a bit exchanging grins. I

noticed

a

raven-haired, tallish girl dancing with a guy – she was a

great

dancer

and beautiful, especially her legs, like a lot of asian girls are

a

bit

bowlegged, but not this girl, she was so well put together! I just

watched

her lustfully. I nudged Ingrid – she looked, nodded and laughed.

"It's Ashley", she yelled, "You can really pick them."

'Pick what? Beautiful girls, anyone can do that! Does she mean one

of

'the'

girls? Surely not, whatever is in this drink, psychic powers?' I

thought.

Anyway I'd finished mine, I asked Ingrid, "How do I

get

another

drink?"

"Just sit there and wait."

"Huh?"

"Yeah, some guy will get us one, you'll see."

Sure enough, soon two guys turned up with two drinks for us:

one

asked

Ingrid

to dance and she hit the floor dancing like she was born doing

it.

God,

she

really was a vivacious girl, bubbling with personality, and she

really

knew

how

to show off her luscious, lithe little body. I sat

there

practically

dribbling

down on my boobs over her sexy act. Of course, I

knew

what she

looked like

naked, but sometimes it's sexier to see a babe dress

well

and

putting on a

show. Shit, I couldn't dance like that! I said to

nobody

in

particular, but I

got asked anyway so I went with this guy. He seemed

okay.

I

bopped around to

the music, not like Ingrid, but at least until

the

music

stopped and I then sat

down again. He looked satisfied, but asked

me

what I

did, stuff like that.

Ingrid had disappeared so I sat and chatted

to

this guy.

His name was Greg, I

think. We had another drink and danced

some

more.

My bloody boobs got really sore bouncing around and my nipples were
stuck in rock-solid mode. I caught Greg (?) ogling my boobs, but fuck, I
couldn't hide them except behind my arms and that didn't work very well. I
tried drinking when he looked away, but he always seemed to get his eyes
back on me, or if not him some other guy, and some of the girls too. Hey,
most of them checked me out, like they were comparing themselves with mine.
As I got more and more boozed the less I cared. I just wished Ingrid would
come back, not that he was boring, he was smart and cool, but I was sure he
would really hit on me if I didn't soon get 'rescued' by Ingrid. Just how
pissed off he might get buying me four drinks, I didn't know, but he wanted
more than getting me pissed, I knew that.

I reckoned he'd got his money's-worth getting off on my boobs anyway,
but I don't think guys count that. Hey, but hell, I didn't care about him
looking anymore - I was starting to float. Whatever the drinks were they
weren't water and I was getting hot. I undid the bottom button of my
jacket and puffed it out trying to cool off. Then before I could do it up
again Ingrid turned up with Ashley and pulled me up to dance with them
both. The two of them soon realised I'd been drinking too much. Neither of
them could stop watching my boobs bouncing along with everybody else close
by. Shit, I couldn't help it; they all turned me on. Another chick took
her top off and was dancing closely, daring me to join her. Dare me? I
can do that the booze said, and off that jacket came. The crowd went nuts.

The other chick had her bra on – so it was my turn, "C'mon get it
off, I dare ya!" I yelled at her, pointing at her gorgeous boobs bobing
around, laughing like I needed certifying. (I did!). I had inadvertantly
turned our frolic into a compentition.

Well, I'll be dammed if she did too; then we both jitter-bugged and
fooled around playing up to the mob now surrounding us. Whoever she was,
she was pretty well endowed in the boob department and we must have been a
sight for sore eyes. The entire crowd was cheering and laughing like
crazy. They sure turned me on and the other babe looked as flushed and
excited as I felt.

Then I'll be buggered if the other girl took her skirt off, flashing her
bare legs and lacy panties. I couldn't quite beat her, but, I whipped mine
off flashing my bikini briefs and stay-ups (they really do stay up –
well they did then). I reckoned that my lace top stay-ups were really sexy
looking and I think the mob agreed. And, well, the mob hand clapped to the
music, cheered and laughed so much we couldn't stop. We were putting on a
free floorshow for the management, they didn't care. I half hoped she
would go further, but she didn't. I wasn't game either – then anyway
– though I think if she had gone further that I would have too. I
was so horny, I had to get used to it; Although I would never have put
myself in this situation a few days ago, fantasised about it, oh yes but
actually have done this, never. I now get horny getting naked in front of
strangers. The more often I do it, the hornier I get and the more naked I
want to get.

We both finally collapsed onto our chairs and hugged each other, sweaty
boobs pressed together. Puffing and giggling Ingrid passed my jacket over,
and somehow I got it on, but of course it was see-through. Oh, shit, she
felt so good, but it hurt. Oh, my god, my poor boobs, were they sore, and
my nipples were now glowing red with blood pounding in them. My head was
spinning with booze, but I was also feeling lecherous and would have hit on
anything in a skirt had Ingrid not been there. Talking about skirts, I
supposed I'd better put mine back on, although nobody seemed to mind me not
wearing one. Ingrid tried to pull me up, but I was a bit too much for her,
but with Ashley's help they got my skirt on and me out of troubles way,
should it have come. Perhaps I exagerate a bit.

We got good strong black coffee at a local coffee shop at about one
o'clock in the morning. They giggled with me about my floorshow till about
one thirty. People came up to me aughing,saying stuff like, 'great show
babe, love ya tits, fabulous bod' Honey'. Ingrid and Ashley ntually got
sick of it while I just got hornier so they decided to drag me home, home
being Angelina's aapartment.

To be continued…

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