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
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 are
raw, can you wear a bra?"
My 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
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, these are beautiful."
"Okay, my 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
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
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," 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 side, if it fits you, that is,
and it
should. The jacket has a and will show off your 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 won't try anything."
"You haven't been out with me before have you, and who said
anything
about
guys?"
We all laughed and said,
"Come here Alessia, and get this stuff on before you
get
raped
right
here."
I walked towards 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 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.
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." 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 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 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, and fresh
to
her.
You're a real 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 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 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 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.
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 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 and we
both
started
getting
stares. Although Ingrid was slim and at about five foot
two
inches, she
was a
knockout 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 dancing with a guy – she was a
great
dancer
and beautiful, especially her legs, like a lot of 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 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 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 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 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 anyway,
but I don't think 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 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 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 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 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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