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Wagga Wagga (Ffdom/Ff, rom, oral, orgy)
by Alessia Gerini (alessia@girlslife.com)
edited with thanks by PeeJ
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CHAPTER ONE
When I was 17 my parents and I were traveling around
Australia towing a caravan (mobile home). We had stopped
for a few days in Wagga Wagga. Wagga Wagga is thousands
of miles from home and is Australia's largest inland city
but it only then had no more than 50,000 people. I was
bored and asked my folks if I could go into town to see a
movie. They said, "Yes." So I went off into town saw a
movie then decided to go to a night club I had seen would
be open on my way back.
I was wearing a sleeveless poly-cotton white blouse, lacy
but simple bra, a flowered yellow, ming blue and brown
full skirt buttoning up the front, tan belt and plain
white panties, no stockings but with plain tan court
shoes. My hair is brown with a red tinge, hazel eyes, 36D
25 35 figure and I stand 5'7 1/2" tall. I wore a little
lips sick and a touch of brown eye shadow and pencil that
I carry in my tan shoulder bag. And I'm told I'm a "hot
babe." I'll believe that (hehehe).
It was relatively quiet at the club: about six or seven
couples and several 'loose' guys and girls sitting
around. I saw a gorgeous woman who was older than I. I
guessed she was about 23 to 24 years of age. She was
chatting and laughing with a bunch of people at the end
of the bar. I saw her look at me just after I ordered my
drink.
I was making up my mind whether I should sit at the bar
or at a table when she got up and came up to me saying,
"Hi, I haven't seen you before."
"No, well I guess that's because I'm a tourist just
passing through but it's really nice of you to take an
interest, thanks." "Pleasure, welcome to sleepy Wagga
where nothing much happens."
"Oh, boy, nothing?" I exclaimed, "I've just come from
Sydney. Now there is a city I'll go back to. But not with
my parents slowing me down." I chuckled. "By the way I'm
Alessia from Perth."
"Oh, sorry, I'm Annette and I'm going to Sydney as soon
as I can. It'll be right for me!" said she thoughtfully.
"Uh, why is that," I said studying her face.
"Nothing really, I just find it hard here."
"Hard to what?" I enquired.
"Well, it's personal really." Annette said flatly.
I knew not to push it further.
Her body language, her glances at me, the way she looked
at my breasts and legs told me she was interested in me.
I had also been checking out her gorgeous face, skin,
breasts, body and legs. As we brushed legs sitting at the
bar my body felt an 'electric charge' bolt through me. I
was so aroused by this beautiful woman just being near
her. Everything perfection in my 'ideal'. Then I 'caught'
her looking down my cleavage; we looked at each other, I
grinned, she grinned back a little sheepishly.
Just then the band started playing a C & W song that
didn't do much for me but we talked about my trip for a
few minutes. By then I was really warmed by Annette she
was not only radienly beautiful but a really nice girl
and I was flattered by her singling me out.
She knew how to turn me on to her. But I was starting to
mentally undress her and I could feel "things" being
switched on inside me. Annette asked me to dance and
without answering I got up heading for the dance floor a
few feet away. She quickly followed just as we got there
the band finished the C & W song and Annette took my hand
squeezing it slightly.
"Mmmm... nice," I thought. The band started playing a
ballad so I turned to walk back to our stools only to
have Annette take me in her arms for the slow dreamy
tune. I melted into her; I couldn't help it, couldn't say
no, I think I fell in lust right there. She felt fabulous
as our cheeks touched then our breasts. I buried my head
in her perfumed hair shutting my eyes and just let myself
enjoy her body on mine.
The ballad finished. That meant we had to break. God, I
didn't want her hands to let go of holding my butt cheeks
pulling us together our mounds meeting. I could feel her
nipples on my breasts and the warmth of her skin through
her dress on me. The skin on her neck perfumed and soft
under her shoulder length strawberry blonde coloured hair
done in a pageboy style. It suited her oval face and
dimpled chin.
She was a really good-looking woman: I mean drop dead
bloody gorgeous. A full figure you know; about 36C 24 36,
5' 9" legs up to her armpits. I was really turned on by
her.
My face had flushed, my breasts swollen with my nipples
proudly poking out in my bra, hard and throbbing
noticeably in my thin summer blouse just from being near
her. Even my labia lips were sensitized and my clit' was
swollen and nearly at its full lima bean size. I was a
bit worried about having to stand in case I had a wet
spot in my skirt.
We chatted about her, Wagga Wagga over a few drinks
getting really friendly. After a few drinks and at about
twelve thirty she invited me to her place for "coffee"
before I went "home." I readily accepted her invitation.
As we let I was aware of the eyes in the club following
us but I didn't care. I thrust my body up straight
throwing out my chest.
I knew my nipples were poking holes in my blouse but I
didn't live there Annette did but I guessed by then that
everybody knew her. I heard some giggling but didn't look
I was feeling the few drinks and Annette was gorgeous - I
was proud of myself and feeling sexy and hot. I saw then
what she meant by "being hard for her here."
It was a still starry night like you only get away from
the "big city" pollution. We walked hand in hand to her
small apartment feeling so romantic in the warm night
air, her perfume driving me crazy. Our arms were both
bare and she felt great when we touched.
We marveled at the beauty of the moon hanging overhead.
We stopped once looking up at that nearly full moon.
Annette took my chin and lightly kissed my cheek. My, she
knew how to seduce me as my heart skipped a beat and my
groin dampened. When we got to her apartment she sat me
on her couch, lit several candles then went off and made
coffee. The aroma of it brewing was really giving her
place a delicious ambience.
But while making our drinks as it was a very warm summers
night Annette had changed all her clothing but she now
wore a man's business shirt, done up but for the top
three buttons. Annette looked fabulous in it, her bare
legs and feet, creamy slim and perfect. For me the sight
of her proud nipples showing themselves off had me going
hard again or more likely just harder.
She put the coffee on the table in front of me. I could
see down her front. She had nothing on but the shirt. The
sight of her creamy breasts, her soft but muscular tummy,
her strip of strawberry pubic fuzz and her legs made my
back tingle in excitement; my now highly erotic thoughts
turned on and tuned in.
My eyes were transfixed on this magnificent sight. I
looked into her eyes - at 17 I wasn't very bold - but I
was trying to indicate that I loved what I had seen but
she had seen my facial expression change. She walked
behind me running her fingers along my shoulders.
I said rather pathetically, "Gee, that's lovely." The
next thing she's leaning over with her soft perfumed
cheek on mine - I turned towards her and she brushed lips
with mine; the hair on my neck stood up on end goose
bumps raced over me. Our mouths met and we kissed softly.
Annette with the tip of her tongue ran it around my lips,
I shuddered, I opened my mouth. Our tongues met, we
tasted each other, she sucked my tongue rolling her
tongue around mine so sensually and gently bit my lips
then moved to the nape of my neck sucking but not marking
me.
I had responded as, I guess, she expected, with unbridled
passion; lustfully I pulled her and she slid gracefully
over the back of he couch to lay face up next to me. Her
legs hanging over the back.
Before I really thought about anything but her mouth and
what she was doing to me with it I found she had undone
her shirt exposing her wonderful body. While I was not
very experienced I am not stupid and I cupped her silky
smooth breasts in my hands. Firm and fully developed with
her nipples hard. They were not huge but about a "C" cup,
but had pink aureola and slightly darker nipples but what
really struck me were two fantastically long upwardly
pointing proud nipples. They felt wonderful as I ran my
fingers around them, watching her breasts rising and
falling as her breathing quickened. Annette had me in the
palm of her hand but she was being pleasured not that I
cared. I would have done anything for her by then.
My mouth was drawn to one of those long nipples that I
kissed then sucked hard into my mouth until no more would
fit. I swallowed on it - she gasped I new she loved it so
I did it again and again. Each time she gasped in lungs
full of air getting heavier and heavier with her
breathing. Though I doubted that they could her nipples
got harder and even longer.
While I passionately enjoyed her breasts and nipples, she
undid my blouse and bra and I became acutely aware of her
hands running all over my breasts. She did things to them
that I had not imagined possible. Squeezing them so hard
it hurt but it felt great, pulled on my nipples until
they hurt but that was fabulous too. Suckling me then
nibbling on my ever so sensitive breasts. I was ecstatic
and my moans of sheer delight mixed with hers.
Then from a bowl I hadn't noticed before Annette got a
couple of ice cubes and started rubbing them over my
breasts especially my nipples. I was shocked by the
sudden chill but the turn on totally unbelievable. My
breasts went goosey, my aureola shriveled and my pink
nipples so went damn gorgeously hard, throbbing fit to
burst. My breasts went pink with the chill but it made me
so hot I started loosing any inhibitions, indeed, any
self control at all.
She lowered me to the floor and kissed me again before
sucking my aureola and nipples as they had never been
before. Her tongue was so wonderfully used by her to give
me unforgettable pleasure curling around and around and
tugging on me, flicking back and forth over and around my
nipples. When suckling one breast she cupped and massaged
the other working on my nipples also. My now reddish pink
breasts and my nipples were full of blood throbbing
unmercifully. So hard were they but it was outrageously
wonderful. My panties were drenched with my sticky, slimy
juices running out. I could smell me and I could smell
her gooey aromatic juices too.
I wanted her to suck me dry; to be kissed and tongued
screwed so badly. She started unbuttoning my skirt I
encouraged her lift my butt off the floor to let her pull
it under me. When she had it off I quickly pulled my
panties off. Annette grabbed them and smelt them: I was
flabbergasted but since have done it myself and have
found it exhilarating.
But as I was about to beg her she ran her tongue down my
body and through my then little bush around my labia
lips. Involuntarily my back arched and I thrust at her
mouth but she was now running her tongue around my tight
asshole as my arched back allowed. God, that really drove
me crazy with desire. She returned to sink her tongue
deeply in me. I just know I yelped with joy.
I stretched my knees wide apart for her holding my pussy
open. She obliged kissing me softly, teasing me then
licking slowly in further and further to then around my
vulva. I ran my fingers through her hair and waited with
baited breath for her. Annette ever so gently sucked on
me her tongue sneaking through my outer then inner labia.
I was screaming inside for her but she teasingly
continued to control me in her slow advances on my most
delightfully sensitive spot. Her hands once gently
holding my butt cheeks were tightening as she pushed her
tongue and face right into me.
I must have been groaning more loudly but my sense was
concentrated on my pussy and her. Now deeply running that
silky tongue over my clitoris taking it between her lips
then teeth squishing it so delightfully. A finger went in
my ass so slowly I nearly screamed in ecstasy as I felt
myself building to come. She must have felt me too
because she eased off but not so I came down very far as
she squirmed around so her pussy was close to my face.
I wanted her badly: to bury my face into her, too, tongue
her. I went licking all down her shiny, slightly sweaty
skin to push her legs apart to get in to her but no need
she opened her long slender legs for me. I hesitated long
enough to lick around her sweet pink swelling lips
tasting her delicious thick juices, taking in her pussy
juice perfume.
As I buried my face into her glistening smooth publess
hole I held her sweet soft butt my tongue finding her
clit and I just went wild in sexual whirlwind of desire.
Her tongue was playing its game in me and we came
together. Drank all each other's come then kissed tasting
the mixed glorious come. We lay on each other on the
floor legs and arms wrapped around in a hug grinning like
Cheshire cats at each other.
Of course we didn't finish there and we made passionate
love for ages. It was fabulous sex: we eventually went to
sleep in each other's arms on the floor.
I have no idea how long I had been asleep when I started
dreaming that Annette was waving her hair over me then
the wonderfully erotic feeling of my breasts being kissed
then sucked. I was I thought in one of those dreams where
I was nearly awake but not quite. Strangely I seemed very
aware of my dream - it seemed so real. I tried to move
but couldn't move my arms. I remember thinking God I
don't want to wake up - it was fantastic.
Suddenly I realised I was awake and that Annette wasn't
next to me. I could hear myself making little moans of
pleasure. She was on top of me! I opened my eyes - but it
wasn't Annette I was a much younger girl, a redhead, 15-
16 or so I guessed. By now I became very aware that my
legs were being rubbed up from my feet to my thighs. Well
awake by now but in a sexual and so erotic trance almost
I lay enjoying every fibre of my body seemingly so alive,
so electrified sexually: this was magical, surrealistic.
I felt a face on my breasts suckling me and there were
beasts in my face. Wonderfully soft skin but firm and
fleshy with very hard knobs of nipples just sexily
swaying there, touching me, running over my face, my
cheeks.
Highly aroused now I kissed and sucked on the gorgeous
areola and nipple in my mouth. I gorged on them hearing
the groans of appreciation from above that only spurred
me to greater tonguing and sucking. I was by now also
aware that the hands on my thighs had a face with them,
with shinny back hair; Geez, what, who was she, my god,
don't care now, licking my legs and around my ever so
sensitive labia.
It was then that I realised that I was being so
delightfully fucked by two people. I called out,
"Annette" and got an answer from behind me; she said,
"Alessia, relax, enjoy yourself - you are in good hands."
I said, quivering in ecstasy, "Oh, my god, you're so
right."
A tongue went into my pussy right then and I gasped
loudly; the pleasure was unbelievable. I wouldn't have
believed so much pleasure was possible. My mind was
racing - who were these girls - god it's fabulous - that
face in my pussy was eating me so well - my back arched,
I started thrusting into that face - my ass was being
held then my butt hole penetrated by a finger - then my
butt hole was being tongued.
I was almost overwhelmed with pleasurable sensations. I
was loosing control rapidly as my body was taking over in
the sexually induced trance. My eyes glazed over, my
vision practically useless as my body started tensing up
to orgasm once more.
The breast in my mouth was pulled out and a second or two
later I had another face in my pussy. I had rolled onto
my side while the two faces engorged on me one after the
other. The breast replaced by a sweet pussy - I ate as I
was being eaten - for more than three, no maybe five
minutes of frantic passion I came - orgasm after orgasm
while sucking the aromatic juices from the pussy
thrusting in my face. The pussy I was eating suddenly
gushed sweet come into my mouth - the moaning subsided
replaced by sighs of contentment. It was Annette, I
hadn't really realised that she had finished me off or
that I had had her once again.
I saw the two other younger girls, younger than me
fingering each other while kissing wildly, passionately
next to Annette and me. Watching only got Annette and I
hot again. A free for all followed with all of us naked
sucking kissing anything everything as we all rolled
around until we were all exhausted from orgasmic overload
(is this possible); satiated, sweating profusely.
I remembered Annette. Seeing her above us looking down
lustfully, I said, "Who are these wonderful girls," as we
all looked at each other - all naked - all sweaty - all
flushed in our glory. Grinning sheepishly at each other.
Annette replied, "They are just friends, they were
sleeping in the bedroom when we came home." I was
introduced to them - April, the Asian girl and Andrea,
the redhead.
Annette had awakened early and had woken them telling
them to fuck me while she watched but she couldn't help
herself; she had held my arms until she got so turned on
and found herself joining in.
I showered, dressed and raced "home" to arrive just as my
parents had woken. I have no idea how my legs got me home
to the caravan park, I could hardly walk for two or three
days. I have returned there but that is another chapter
of my life.
Oh, what a night, what an awakening. Wagga Wagga is a
town I shall not easily forget.
CHAPTER TWO
Some nine months had passed since my first and memorable
trip to Wagga Wagga, and I found myself at my
University's Campus only four or five hours away by road
or rail from Wagga Wagga. I had traveled over 3,800
kilometres from home to complete my end-of-semester
exams. It was extremely hard for me trying to concentrate
on the tasks at hand.
I kept remembering the one night I had with Annette,
April and Andrea. I had telephoned Annette, or more
precisely rung her number and had spoken to Andrea, the
redhead, if you remember. She was excited as I was and
said that although Annette was working in Sydney, she was
sure she would love me to come see them and, yes, April
was definitely still around. We left it that a message
would be left for me in the Students' Guild if it were
okay for me to go to stay with them for a few days
following my exams.
As I ate my lunch in the University Guild dinning room
not knowing a soul, I saw a really cute undergraduate
student who reminded me of April. She was chatting
amongst quite a few other female students. A shiver went
through me as my eyes wandered over her as she reminded
me so much of April.
She was shorter than April but really cute, her long
shiny black hair pulled into a pony tail exposing her
long slender neck, with possibly Vietnamese features or
whatever, pert boobs and boyish body; she turned me on!
Oh, April, I wanted her; I had fantasised about April.
She was a quiet one, demure, softly spoken but very
intelligent, and I thought, perhaps submissive.
Annette had more than interested me; I lusted after her,
fantasised about being very submissive to her. The idea
of her owning my body and heart absolutely, strangely
turned me on, given that I wanted the submissive April
big time; maybe because I knew her to be red hot.
I knew she could make me orgasm like nobody else I had
ever met. I could easily have moved in to live under her
spell if that is what she had wanted. And Andrea, of
course, she was lovely too, but she didn't excite me in
quite the same way as the other two. 'God, girl,' I
thought, 'It's been too long since my first trip to Wagga
Wagga and when my Amy went back to Canada, I needed a
damn good 'roll-in-the-hay'.' But back to the books for
two more days, and it would have to be up to my fingers
to keep me sane.
CHAPTER THREE
I checked with the Guild and sure enough a message was
waiting for me. Annette was in Sydney and would try to
get to Wagga, but in any case, April and Andrea would be
there. I packed everything but the necessities that I
might need, ready for a quick departure. So I sat my two
exams and rushed off to Melbourne's coach depot to take
me to Wagga.
I arrived in Wagga late afternoon that day to be met by
Andrea; we kissed and hugged each other as any two girls
might after returning home from a holiday. Boy, did she
feel great. I could have easily kissed her like we were
two long-separated straight lovers. Geez, I wanted to,
but in a country town in Australia two girls just cannot
get away with being that obvious without long-term
consequences. We did hold hands, but even this raised
some eyebrows. On getting to their flat, and at her
request, I dumped my bag in Andrea's bedroom.
Andrea said she felt a bit dirty after rushing around all
day and that she felt like having a shower before dinner.
"Could you amuse yourself for awhile?" she asked.
"Sure, but why don't I join you, I'm pretty damn grubby
after my trip too."
Andrea grinned, "Mmm, that might be fun, but April and I
are a couple, I'm not to sure she would approve."
"Oh, yeah, hey, that's so cool. Well, it was a nice
thought," I giggled, "For how long have been together?
Why didn't you tell me?"
"Shit Ale, since before you met us, a year nearly. I
guess we both thought you knew, but we both wanted you to
come anyway; we didn't wanna put you off or anything."
"What are you trying to tell me?" I asked seriously. "I
came to have some more fun with you guys and now you try
and ... well I dunno what to think now?"
"Hey, Alessia Honey, chill out. Annette will come, I'm
sure, and April 'n' me, well we did talk about it, but we
all had a really cool night and we talked about that
morning, time and again so I think we will enjoy having
you here. Geez, after April has finished today's exam she
is finished uni' for this year, just like you, you know
that. We gotta celebrate, hey?"
"Yeah, okay Sweetie, I guess I'm a bit tired after my
exams and the bus trip 'n' everything. But I haven't had
good nookie for ages, and I need it bad."
"Ale, one way or another, we will have great pleasure in
getting you over that problem." Angela smiled sexily
holding her arms out to hug me again reassuringly. I went
to her and held her, feeling her warmth through her
cotton shirt, her breasts on mine and her soft but
muscled back under my hands.
She kissed my neck and said, "Come on Ale, we should
clean up and wait for the others. Yeah, I know, I
shouldn't say it, but I'd love to fuck with you now
but... I can't yet, I've gotta check with April first,
okay?"
"Okay." I sighed thinking, 'Shit, I can't wait. They are
a couple, oh, no. God, Annette had better come. But she
*did* say we'd celebrate. I'll wipe myself out on booze.
Ahh, come on girl, get a grip, you're feeling sorry for
yourself, things'll turn out cool, you'll see.'
Still a little sulky I stripped off and went into the
bathroom trying not to look at her. I remembered what she
looked like under her jeans and shirt. She has a small,
trimmed vee of soft ginger pubes decorating delectable
creamy skin and nicely formed muscles from her love of
basketball; medium boobs, I guessed at 34B, with gorgeous
pink aureolae and nipples like mine, shortish but thick.
If I saw her nude right now, well...
We showered and changed, then went to a local coffee shop
for a drink and a piece of cake. Catching up on what the
three of them had been doing was our topic of
conversation. Andrea had already pumped me dry of my
humdrum, sexless existence since my first Wagga visit.
Annette had finished her post-grad degree and had a good,
junior-executive job in Sydney, but was not yet in a
steady relationship. Andrea told me she thought Annette
had been trying for a week to get time off to be with me.
I was flattered. We had certainly got on very well, but I
was easily four or five years her junior. The thought of
being with her, and possibly Andrea and April, was
exciting to say the least. My nipples had sprung to life
at the thought of that and were feeling good in my bra.
Andrea noticed and tittered at me; we both giggled
somewhat, startling the young waitress who was serving us
our second coffee. We then realised we had both been
eyeing her off while we talked.
CHAPTER FOUR
The next thing I knew, was my shoulders and neck were
being stroked from behind. Then, Annette's face appeared
in mine and kissed my lips softly, quickly! The sparks
flew from my lips right through me; my nipples knotted,
and pussy tingles were immediately evident to me, in me.
The gorgeous April was with her too. Before I knew it, I
was quietly crying with joy.
It had only been that one night together, but she was
wonderful; all the memories flooded back, the tension of
the last week or so just got to me. I managed to get a
tissue from my bag and pretended I had something in my
eye, but nobody was fooled. Apart from my mum and Amy,
these three meant more to me than any of the other women
I had been close to in my entire life. April had taken
the seat next to Andrea, and Annette had sat next to me.
Annette took my hand holding it tightly, rested it under
the table on my thigh. The electricity flowed again
between us, through our hands; the feel of her was
incredibly sensual to me. Although she had driven some
600 kilometres from Sydney and must have been tired, she
looked fresh and gorgeous to me. She breathed softly in
my ear that she had the week off to show me around.
'Yeah, right!' I thought, grinning at her. She looked at
me and quietly laughed, giving me her sultry look. My
back went all goose bumps tingly.
Andrea and April looked at us quizzically, but didn't ask
what we were carrying on about. They had seen Annette
breathe in my ear; maybe they guessed. Annette's fingers
felt their way between the buttons on my skirt to my
thigh. She just gently stroked my thigh, almost absent-
mindedly, but I loved it. I let her know I did by rolling
onto my hip nearest to her and then opened my legs a bit.
Then I reached my hand up to hold the back of her chair,
where I could occasionally touch her neck or shoulder.
Then the two of them ordered drinks and I told them about
how my exams went. April and Andrea likewise, reckoning
that they had passed okay. Annette told us how good her
job was and that she had a week's leave to help us
celebrate. We joked and chatted for a while. At around
six fifteen Annette suggested that we go to eat at a
good, local restaurant. We agreed. Annette said, "Great,
' 'cause I've already booked for seven thirty!" We
laughed and went back to the flat to change and freshen
up.
CHAPTER FIVE
Annette surprised us all with a gift each. My gift was a
beautiful, diaphanous, black-chiffon, long-sleeved blouse
with lace cuffs and collar. "Oh, Anne, you don't have to
buy me chiffon to see my tits, just ask me to strip for
you," I giggled. "You shouldn't have bought me anything,
but its beautiful, thanks Darl'." I said, moving to kiss
her long and sweetly.
Annette gave Andrea her present, a beautiful silver waist
chain with quite large links. I knew she had wanted one
for years. She kissed Annette thanks, then stepped back
to undo the top of her jeans, pulling them to a hipster
position and tying her blouse under her boobs. Putting
the chain around herself, she grinned looking at April,
"Sexy, huh?" She was right, her bared, muscled tummy
looked great anyway, but the chain showed off her midriff
wonderfully, highlighting it.
April got a studded, black-suede choker collar that had a
miniature gold-plated padlock fastener at the front. When
I saw it I thought, 'WOW! it's gorgeous but the
significance of it was a surprise. Well, I mean if April
was a submissive partner of Annette, it would make sense,
but she wasn't. But April was delighted, ecstatic
perhaps. Annette moved to me taking my hand, wrapping her
arm around mine and again stroking the back of my hand. I
could feel her torso, hip and leg touching me; she had
come very close. I gripped her hand, luxuriating in her
warmth and touch.
As Annette moved over to me. April having received her
collar turned immediately to Andrea, then sat on her
legs, her pretty butt on her feet, knees apart, on the
carpeted floor. In an even softer than usual voice she
asked Andrea to put it on.
I was flabbergasted, and then Andrea said, "Knees wider,
April." April blushed deeply as she spread her knees very
wide. Her short skirt rode up her bare legs. She had no
panties on. I could see her pussy clearly decorated by
her trimmed, and very neat bikini triangle of pubic hair.
My eyes were transfixed by the sight of her shaved or
waxed labia, pink and perfect. 'Bloody gorgeous,' I
thought, as I felt my body responding to an already very
sexy situation. Clearly I was getting hotter.
Then Andrea spoke again saying, "April, on this occasion
it is unfitting for me to fiddle with your clothing.
Remove it, please." I could not believe what I was
witnessing as April removed her skirt, then her shirt.
'My god, she has no bra on either, I am witnessing a very
special occasion for these two women,' I thought.
Ceremoniously April pulled her hair up while looking at
Andrea's feet. Just as ceremoniously Andrea fastened the
collar, twisting the little padlock to the front.
Andrea continued, "April, you will be mine from now on.
We have agreed that if you did this, that is, make this
decision I will expect you to abide by the rules we have
written down. Do you agree?"
"Yes, Andrea," April answered solemnly, continuing, "May
I consummate this with the last kiss I will ask of you?"
"Yes, you may, my sweet April, come up here."
Whereupon followed the most passionate ten-minute or so
kiss I have ever seen. I could see April had been highly
aroused by the whole act of submission. Her breasts,
especially her aureolae and nipples were swollen and
erect, but her arousal had her pussy produce copious
juices that ran down her legs when she stood up. Her
aroma was filling the room.
If it had been intended that Annette and I were to be
aroused by this incredible scene, it worked. My panties
were sopping wet and my nipples had become fat, knotted
rocks, and my pussy tingles were gorgeous. I tore my eyes
away to look at Annette, she was clearly aroused too, but
there was also a little tear in her eyes.
When they eventually broke off the kiss April sat again.
Andrea said to her, "No need for that now, tonight we
celebrate. C'mon Sweetie, on your feet. Come to me, I
want to hold you."
Still nude except for her new collar, April got to her
feet and stood beside Andrea smiling sheepishly at us,
not making any attempt at hiding her nudity. I felt that
she was rather enjoying us looking at her. She looked
radiant, sexy, but still subservient.
Andrea moved behind April to hold her and pull her close,
to feel her tummy on her new charge's spine. April's eyes
closed and as if to illustrate her dominance or
'ownership.' Andrea slid her hands up to cup April's
breasts. She then proceeded to massage with powerful
thumb strokes and fingers back from her aureolae right
through to April's small, dark but hard nipples in rather
quick but smooth movements.
April seemed to be moaning with movement but she made no
sound but that of her now ragged breathing. Both girls
were clearly in a state of aroused bliss when Andrea
seemed to remember our presence, kissed the slender neck
before pulling April to her side again.
I wondered how such an intelligent young woman could even
think about becoming a sex slave to her best friend. But
I then thought that if Annette ordered me to submit to
her right then, I just might have.
April's pussy was still oozing her juices and I knew mine
would probably have been oozing like that too had I not
been wearing panties but after watching that scene they
were drenched. This was such a highly charged moment for
all of us. I could see that Annette was not as dumbstruck
as I was. She may well have had some inkling that this
was going to happen.
Annette jumped in by congratulating Andrea, kissing her
and wishing April her best wishes, as though they had
just got married. Taking on a sex slave, or becoming one,
as I understand it, is not like a marriage. It does have
some similarities, but large differences too. Anyway, I
followed Annette's lead congratulating Andrea, kissing
her, but asked if I could kiss my best wishes to April.
Andrea said, "Of course, Ale, we have not gone into this
lightly and I want April to enjoy her role. I want her to
do what I say, unquestioningly, but to do it because she
loves me, as I love her. I know you want to take April,
I've seen you look at her and April's role is basically a
sexual one. I will let you have her for your mutual
pleasure. Just ask. She will please you if I tell her
to."
"Oh, Andy, I don't want her if she doesn't want me."
"Ale, I know she does want you, but it's not her call
anymore. She wants me to decide those things. A big part
of her decision is the thrill of not knowing, the
uncertainty, the terror of having to suddenly do the
unthinkable, to humiliate herself or be humiliated. She
gets off on that. Look at her."
I swung my eyes to look at April, she looked demure, but
somehow radiant and certainly happy and still nude. Her
breasts were heaving a little, nipples hard, surrounded
by her now puffy aureolae. Her juices had reached her
knees. She still made no attempt at covering herself,
indeed, she seemed not to notice her pussy was still
flowing, but I knew she must have realised.
Andrea continued, "She is so turned on by this, she may
cum if we continue to leave her there. Look at her
flowing cunt, isn't it fantastic?"
April could obviously hear us and I was very embarrassed
by that. I don't use 'cunt' and think it's vulgar.
However, Andrea said, "Go, kiss her again." Still a bit
shaken I kissed April again, softly around her lips then
a full on kiss, but still a soft, loving type of kiss.
As we kissed, April groaned just slightly and shuddered.
My lips, face and my hands, on her back, felt it. We
broke off the kiss and I saw her face. It was so
beautiful, I knew she had had an orgasm, albeit, a little
one. I thanked her, quite why I am not sure, but that
alleviated some of my apprehension for her.
Then Andrea invited Annette to kiss April again. She did
as I had, and gave her many soft, loving kisses. By now,
as I watched, what I felt was a young woman who knew what
she was doing and was enjoying the tender love of
friends. I also knew that it was unlikely that it would
always be so tender, but that she wanted it.
However, Annette had one stipulation: we had to wear our
gifts that night and they had to be completely visible.
We laughed, she would have had a fight on her hands if we
couldn't have worn them!
CHAPTER SIX
I raced for a quick shower before changing into my
present. I had to shower, my panties and vulva area was
drenched in my pube juices. Annette followed me in and we
kissed quickly as I got out of the shower. She tasted
delicious; she was warm and quite wonderful. I realised
then that I really did love being with her and that it
was more than just pure lust.
I had brought with me a well-tailored pencil skirt in
black, with matching shoes and clutch purse. It was the
type of skirt with a side zip fastener and slit well up
the side. I had a sexy black-lace, push-up bra to wear
under it. I changed as quickly as I could. Annette came
in drying herself looking magnificent in her natural
state.
I took in her beauty then got on with dressing. I looked
in the mirror and saw my boobs in their little under-wire
push-up brassieres through the blouse; god, it was so
sheer I may as well have been nude. Luckily the blacks
matched perfectly. Then I noticed Annette's image in the
mirror. She was behind me, looking at my reflection, her
eyes lustful. I felt as sexy as hell.
We looked into each other's eyes in the mirror, we
communicated much in that short eye contact. I knew now
she wanted me, had feelings for me, and that was
reassuring. I felt great after that. She put her make-up
on expertly but quickly as I watch her transform herself
from an attractive, fresh-faced, mid twenties executive
type into a beautiful woman, who would escort me, a
twenty year old student. I really felt flattered.
When she finished Annette came close to me, pressing
herself against me. I felt her warmth, her breasts, as
her hands took my hips firmly in their grasp. I leant
back reveling in her touch. Her hands moved around to
press on my mound as she softly said, "Darling Alessia,
you look fantastically fuckable, I want you. I've wanted
you since you left last year."
Soft kisses fell on my neck, her lips barely touching my
skin. Her sweet breath flowing over my now glowing neck
and shoulders, my body electrified by her aura, her
presence, and what we had recently witnessed.
"Later, I promise you the best I can give anyone, my
sweet Alessia," she whispered as the others came out from
their room looking scrumptious.
I managed to whisper back ambiguously, "Oh, yes anything
for you too, my Darling."
CHAPTER SEVEN
We were all ready by 6.45 PM, all spick and span, and all
of us looking great. Boy, were we going to break some
hearts tonight. Setting off down the street, we paired
off, April and Andrea trailing close behind Annette and
me. All of us chatting exuberantly about all sorts of
trivia.
Stopping at a grog shop we carefully chose our booze for
the evening by asking the sales assistant for a few of
bottles of 'bubbly' and two bottles of vodka. Oh, yes,
and a six pack of Hahn Light Ice, and a half carton of
'Coke' for Ron, 'later on' ... This was panning out to be
a very pissy night. We asked the assistant if he would
deliver to the restaurant. By the way he was drooling
over us, I think maybe he would have delivered it to the
moon if he thought we might be there.
"Yeah, sure, no problem," he said.
We didn't bother flirting with him, I mean why would we
tease the poor guy. We cheerily gave him our thanks left
him in the shop. Then we just sauntered down the street,
stopping to window shop, chatting, checking out the
chicks, just enjoying the cooling night air and each
other's company. We did get some wolf whistles and quite
a lot of stares, especially from the guys.
Annette had chosen a really sexy, backless, wine-
coloured, velveteen dress and it was quite obvious to me
that she wasn't wearing a brassiere, well let's face it I
knew she was not. Her boobs, although firm, were still a
little bouncy and when she moves that is really sexy to
watch. Her hair looked glossy and she knew how to swing
it to great effect. I thought she looked fantastic; so
did he. The bulge in his trousers was testament to that.
I laughed to myself knowing that she was for me.
CHAPTER EIGHT
The restaurant was crowded, but our table was ready for
us. There were lots of other students celebrating there
too, as well as the regulars. Well, I guessed they were
regulars, the staff knew them by name. The place had a
romantic ambience with soft lighting, trees, candles and
flowers on the red tablecloth covered tables, and even a
guy playing Jazz standards on a baby grand piano. Annette
and I had our backs to the wall. From time to time I was
able to slip my hand behind her to feel the softness of
her back under my palm; she would give me a little
sideways smile when I touched her.
Andrea and April sat opposite us. I am sure April was
wearing a lacy, crimson camisole with a raw silk skirt
with splits up both sides. All I could see were one set
of shoestring straps. Surely she wore a bra, but her
nipples, proudly poking dents in her top, clearly showed
the dubiousness of that assumption. She looked
outrageously sexy and Andrea loved the attention April
was getting.
April was almost being 'worn' as a trophy by Andrea, who
looked stunning herself. Dressed in a long, shinny black
hipster, split sided skirt and a small jacket top with
one button between the swelling of her flawless breasts.
She wore her hair up with it clipped in the middle of her
head, and with it being so long she let the 'tail' spread
over her shoulders. Her cleavage was sensational. Her
creamy pink skin sporting the waist-chain around her bare
midriff, drew many eyes to her also.
Between the entr‚e and the main course we had quite a
wait, but it didn't matter. While we waited much wine was
consumed, jokes cracked, exam post-mortems started, but
then these were soon banned by Annette.
I leaned over to her saying quietly, "You look and feel
fabulous; love you!" A few minutes later Annette's
fingers traced up my leg through the slit, that when I
was sitting, opened wide, showing it off. 'Geez,' I
thought, 'That feels bloody wonderful.'
I usually wear hose of some sort, but the stay-ups I had
couldn't be worn with that skirt as the tops would have
been visible (Oh, wouldn't that turn heads), so I had not
worn any stockings at all. As in the 'Tea and Cake
Shoppe', I twisted a little towards her, pushing my left
leg against hers. I glancing around catching her smiling
sparkling eyes with mine, I grinned back. The fingers
that moved around my thigh tantalisingly, made me quiver
in delight.
April and Andrea saw what we were doing. Before I knew it
I had a foot running up my leg, 'Oh, shit, I'll be
getting wet if this keeps up,' I thought. It was April.
Then I noticed Andrea smirking at Annette. Guessing that
Andrea's foot was giving her some treatment too, I
started giggling like a teenage school kid. I was right
and we all got the giggles.
Everyone was looking at us as if we were a bit crazy. I
guess it was fortunate that just then our main courses
were served, and we all tucked in bringing a halt to that
bit of fun.
CHAPTER NINE
About three hours after getting to the restaurant, when
we were full of great food, and the Australian champagne
was doing nice things to us, we decided to go over the
road to the club. The place was chock full of celebrating
students who had arrived just before us. The guys were
all over the girls at the bar and at the tables. The
dance floor was crowded. The place was rocking.
April and Andrea started dancing; Annette and I ordered
drinks. We winked at each other as she took my hand,
squeezing it. We remembered dancing here before, as we
had when we met for the first time.
I ran my thumb over the back of her hand as my memories
took me back to that night. I could feel my nipples
reacting to those thoughts and her closeness. It was a
gorgeous warm, fuzzy feeling, which is my prelude to
becoming really horny. We both sucked on our drinks just
looking at each other.
Finally, I asked her for a dance and we did a full set by
the local group, but no slow songs. It's just as well
they didn't play any either, as I would have melted in
her arms if we had held each other closely, just like
that time when we met.
We had several more drinks there then called it a night
at around 2.30 am. The four of us, arm in arm, chatted
and laughed at nothing while we walked the few hundred
meters home. All of us were very boozy and feeling happy.
Andrea offered to make coffee, but we cracked a bottle of
Champagne instead. Annette poured us a glass each and we
slumped on the couch, April and Andrea on one big old-
fashioned lounge chair.
Annette and I started cuddling; she kissed and sucked my
neck - she knew that sends me off. I started taking off
my gorgeous blouse, Annette helping and me bushing her
hands over me, several times over my breasts. I loved it.
Before I knew it we were all undressed, but I didn't know
I was being set up for a party trick.
The three of them jumped me and stuck me on my back, my
head down over the arm of the couch holding my legs
apart, pussy spread and facing upwards. We were all
giggling like crazy making a hell of a lot of noise,
their boobs and arms tickling me all over. We were all
getting very horny, especially me.
Annette the got the Champagne and a sugar cube and told
me in a firm voice, "Be still." I stopped squirming while
Andrea and April held me. Annette said, "I am gonna
baptise ya into the Cult o' Sappho."
She solemnly said to April, "Hold her lips apart, but
make them wet first." April licked her fingers and
carefully pulled my labia wide apart. I was wet anyway,
but wondering what the heck was happening.
The next second Annette was pouring Champagne into my
pussy. I felt its chill, then it fizzing in me. Geez,
what a feeling, my clitoris was already somewhat
engorged, but the fizzy, chilled wine on it sent me onto
the edge of coming. What a wild turn-on this was. Annette
leaned in and slurped most of the wine out.
"Oh, god, shit, yes." I spluttered, feeling my body
rapidly approaching an orgasm. Annette backed off to let
me come down a bit.
Annette, started caressing my labia and just gently
touching my clitoris with the pad of her finger, circling
it carefully so not to trigger a dearly needed orgasm,
and whispered to me, "Do you want more?"
"Oh, yes, yes!"
"The others present must drink from your cup too. It's
part of the ritual"
"Geez, oh yes, yes - anything to come, I need to come," I
gasped.
After a short pause to let me cool, a little more fizz
was poured into me again. Andrea was ordered to drink but
not let me come. By now I was almost delirious in the
extreme pleasure being imposed upon me.
My juices were flowing copiously. Andrea noisily slurped
the wine and my juices from me. Oh, so close to coming,
but not quite. I had been on the edge again as her face
buried itself briefly in me.
"Not yet Alessia, my Darling One," Annette said. "When I
say, you can come, and not before, okay?"
She looked down at me sternly. She had phrased a
question, but I understood it to be a command. It was
strange to me. Annette had always been so kind to me, but
now she was almost threatening, overbearing; I felt I had
to obey her but didn't understand why.
It was humiliating. I was being ordered not to come,
while by now, I knew that April would be going down on me
anytime soon. 'What an experience,' I thought, through
glazed eyes and brain. Annette must have known what the
fizz would do to me. Then the fresh, chilly fizz hit my
pussy again.
"Ohh, please suck me, I'm going to come." I puffed out
frantically, trying not to spray champagne and my juices
all over everyone and everything.
April lapped me like a cat, softy, just occasionally
touching my clit. She was my fantasy girl, despite being
smitten by Annette, but her lapping was so wonderful; I
bucked and squirmed, my back arching in desperation.
Somehow, I kept from coming although my body and pleasure
centre was screaming for me to let it happen. She nearly
drove me nuts when she lapped my labia lips clean. I
blurted to Annette, "Now?"
"Don't you dare." Annette growled at me.
"Anne, oh, Anne, please ... You do it, pleeeez, pleeeez,
oh, god, now please?" I implored her.
Annette grinned with lecherous eyes pouring more of the
chilly fizz into me. My back arched involuntarily; again
I was on the edge of a massive orgasm. Then Annette
carefully, even meticulously, dropped in the sugar cube.
It set off a huge fizz, taking me over the edge.
It was amazing; my eyes rapidly lost vision as my 'pussy'
exploded. I remember only the intense orgasms sweeping,
coursing through me time after time. Absolute ecstasy.
I had never experienced anything quite like that before,
but I have since. Annette's face was in me when I
regained some vision and the sensation of her sucking and
tonguing over my highly charged clit' produced several
glorious after shock orgasms.
'Oh, god, you angel, that was fantastic, oh shit, don't
stop, you are wonderful,' I managed to say in my head. My
mouth would not obey my orders, and although I did say
something, I doubt if any of those beauties understood a
single word.
The last thing I remember that night was my head on
Anne's lap, taking in her body scent as it wafted over
me.
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