Message-ID: <28150asstr$978397802@assm.asstr-mirror.org> Return-Path: From: "Alessia Gerini" X-Original-Message-ID: X-OriginalArrivalTime: 01 Jan 2001 09:44:56.0681 (UTC) FILETIME=[7FDE4590:01C073D7] Subject: {ASSM} Wagga_Wagga_Part_2 Date: Mon, 1 Jan 2001 20:10:02 -0500 Path: assm.asstr-mirror.org!not-for-mail Approved: Newsgroups: alt.sex.stories.moderated,alt.sex.stories Followup-To: alt.sex.stories.d X-Archived-At: X-Moderator-Contact: ASSTR ASSM moderation X-Story-Submission: X-Moderator-ID: RuiJorge, gill-bates HAPPY NEW YEAR ALL _________________________________________________________________________ Get Your Private, Free E-mail from MSN Hotmail at http://www.hotmail.com. <1st attachment, "wagga_wagga_part_2.txt" begin> Wagga_Wagga_Part_2 (FFFF mild Fdom. Con, Rom) By Alessia Gerini (edited with thanks by PeeJ) All my stories are archived at my totally free, no obligation or ID web site at http://alessia.virtualave.net so go there and/or link your site to it. Contact me for reciprocity or comment especially praise :-) at alessia@girlslife.com. The usual **LEGAL** rubbish about this being adult material. Leave now if you are too young to read sexually explicit stuff, 16 where I live but 18 in most jurisdictions, some require you to be 21. Don't ask me why, I'm not a politician or a priest. Look at this newsgroup's name it's called alt.sex.stories, alt.sex.stories.moderated or alt.binaries.sex.stories so these alone should warn you that the stories will be about sex. If you are an adult and don't like this sort of thing, don't read it, go elsewhere. Go on, rack off silly. Still here, okay see if I care if you go blind; read on I'm not gonna track you down like a Canadian Mountie (do they still do that?) just to kick your butt. 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So if you don't like 'u's, tuff luck, but if you get stuck understanding a word or phrase, write and I'll explain, okay! ~<~=~~~~<*_*>~~~~=~>~ Wagga_Wagga_Part_2 (FFFF mild Fdom. Con, Rom) By Alessia Gerini (edited with thanks by PeeJ) alessia@girlslife.com PROLOGUE Please read Part 1 before this as it follow on from part one although it just about can stand as a discrete story in its own right. ONE 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 travelled 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. TWO 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. THREE 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 awhile. 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. FOUR 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 I 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! FIVE 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 revelling 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." SIX 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. SEVEN 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 shoe-string 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. EIGHT 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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