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I conclude the series dedicated to the presentation of my sister's diary at the age of sixteen, found in a disused piece of furniture. I'd like to know if he has kept other diaries and if they are still available, but given the theme, I don't feel like asking him. Now she is a married woman and as they say they are serious and career. Let's enjoy his adventures as a teenager.
Somewhere by the sea. Summer 2005
I spent the days following the last meeting in an atmosphere of anxious expectation. I feared that my irresponsibility had made me pregnant. But finally everything worked out for the best, the menstruation decided to grace me arriving with unusual punctuality.
They were greeted with equally unusual enthusiasm, which made Lorraine's nose turn up.
-We risked eh, bamboccia? -
I replied with a tongue, Dad, as usual, had not understood anything and oriented the deckchair better in the garden.
Taking advantage of my "state", which according to them precluded the sea. We got up thinking about the cultural side of the holiday by making our Via Crucis among inanimate villages for the summer sun and churches where the jump in brightness between the sunny exterior and the aisles inked by colored glass made us almost blind.
Exhausted the cultural rituals three days later I was again on the way to the sea, I passed the well-known house.
The Anticaticissima Micropeppia was arguing with someone inside. I recognized His increasingly angry and threatening voice towards the daughter who had decided to break the balls.
I had a moment of melancholy, but then I passed on, as shown the world was full of men.
I was examining where the best place to go to the beach was, when one's coughing, I was wrong, two idle scooters behind me caught my attention.
They were guys I could even call friends, if I only remembered their name: inseparable classics, perhaps one or two years older than my age. The first, Marco I think, had dabbed me for some time before changing my target, besides I must have been thirteen.
The other, Gigi I think, had brought me home on a Vespa and I had felt his breathing change when I had crushed his tits on his back, even in that case nothing done.
The interval due to menstruation had done nothing but magnify my desire. And hearing the voice of those who had made me enjoy so much had brought me back to that day, and how I would have been fucked by anyone that day.
In short I was ready to get into trouble again, every glimmer of reasonableness was disappearing in the eddy of the liquid that came out of my thighs. Instinctively I touched myself, there was nothing but in my head.
The boys were clearly on the hunt; and I was available to facilitate the task by going to sit on the gun barrel.
-Look at the beach, there is no free corner. I hate this hour-
-And the height of the season, but if you move out of the country there are almost deserted corners-
-Yeah I guess, the deserted island-
-Desert not really but I assure you that people are very nightstands, gather around the bar, the factories and especially the showers-
After a few seconds I was riding on one of the scooters to Treasure Island.
In fact, as soon as we left the factory area, the beach was only dotted with swimmers, and when we entered a dirt road that stretched among the eucalyptus trees, the place seemed really deserted.
The sea was breaking a hundred meters away, we left the vehicles and I waited for their move. I couldn't believe they weren't going to try, and in fact I wasn't disappointed.
Marco was the first to come forward, I replied to his advances and shortly thereafter Gigi also clung to my back. I felt their desire and stretch their members under Bermuda shorts.
I showed off in my Magic Formula.
-Put me naked-
As always the very little I was wearing was on the ground a few seconds later. The turns of the two passed from my mouth to my tits. I with a cock in my hand tried not to exceed the limit of no return in order not to find myself a splash of cum and a soft cock on each side.
The boys were impatient and tried to lay me on the ground, I from my position of domination since I literally kept them by the balls I had another desire.
-Fuck me standing, put it in both of you-
The boys were stunned, it was already difficult to find a woman who let herself be done together. But literally two in the pussy was more unique than rare-
However, the occasion was so tempting that they could not escape.
For my part, I realized that lust had made me talk, I didn't even know if it was possible.
Marco and Gigi, however, had no doubts, they both supported their members between the big lips of the pussy and simultaneously began to push, holding the rods to better orient them. In the end, the operation was even less complicated than the pre
saw and I felt the two chapels plunging inside the vagina that seemed to have merged together.
I began to moan with my legs spread to make room for the balls stretched like springs, a few minutes later Marco came moaning like a donkey. I felt his cock flopping inside me at that moment Gigi creaked wiggling like a tarantolato planting me if possible even more deeply the bird in the belly.
All three of us were shocked by the effort, the orgasm and the crazy heat.
We threw ourselves into the sea as naked as we were, some bathers appreciated the thing, some others gave signs of dissent, but it ended there. We played in the waves and I kissed them both with passion.
Although the police and police stations were miles away, our outbursts in three nudes on the shoreline might have seemed like a provocation, so we decided to go back into the bush. I still felt shaken by the experience I had, but the two boys were already on fire again, with the chapels exposed and shiny with sea water. This time I had no intention of performing in strange things, rather I doggedly said.
-I don't even want to see who will trump me first, you decide.
The game turned me on, keeping my eyes down I felt one of the minchiefs planting themselves in the pussy and looking up as soon as the other's bird appeared in front of his mouth. I felt like I was passed on the spit by two males who soon finished their performance inside me. It was time to go back to town.
It was late afternoon and we stopped in a kiosk on the sea. It was already almost Happy Hour time, a synthesizer filled the track with Caribbean notes and the barman with the glasses with anything that had the merit of fermenting.
My two champions, they seemed to be in seventh heaven, certainly were looking forward to telling their exploits. Who knows how I would have been described?
But I also noticed another phenomenon; on the runway two girls were performing and wiggling in a sinuous way. One had phenomenal boobs, the other was tall, slender and sported blonde hair styled in rasta braids. I saw my two fuckers completely absorbed; surely one fantasized about the spectacular effect that the knot behind the nape would have had when the two airships were released.
The other perhaps thought of the rasta blonde, stripped of her shorts and denim vest thrown naked on the bed, tripping while he put on him.
Damn I must be sick. Yet one thing was unequivocal, however much it can make you get fucked, buggered, squirted with sperm, watch while you masturbate; it will never be enough. But this is not necessarily bad.
At the side table there is a couple: she is all too close to the job. Stiletto heels and tulle dress.
He caresses her thigh and goes back a little with each pass, within twenty she will touch her pussy.
But look at me, check if there is a position where I can see my nipples. Maybe he imagines me kneeling in front of him, while I lick his balls and titillate the frenulum with his thumb.
It's definitive I'm really a slut with a slutty imagination.
Anyway this summer is my summer, I discovered sex, passion and lust. I want to be the guy tonight and I'm sure I will.
Somewhere by the sea. Summer 2005
I spent the days following the last meeting in an atmosphere of anxious expectation. I feared that my irresponsibility had made me pregnant. But finally everything worked out for the best, the menstruation decided to grace me arriving with unusual punctuality.
They were greeted with equally unusual enthusiasm, which made Lorraine's nose turn up.
-We risked eh, bamboccia? -
I replied with a tongue, Dad, as usual, had not understood anything and oriented the deckchair better in the garden.
Taking advantage of my "state", which according to them precluded the sea. We got up thinking about the cultural side of the holiday by making our Via Crucis among inanimate villages for the summer sun and churches where the jump in brightness between the sunny exterior and the aisles inked by colored glass made us almost blind.
Exhausted the cultural rituals three days later I was again on the way to the sea, I passed the well-known house.
The Anticaticissima Micropeppia was arguing with someone inside. I recognized His increasingly angry and threatening voice towards the daughter who had decided to break the balls.
I had a moment of melancholy, but then I passed on, as shown the world was full of men.
I was examining where the best place to go to the beach was, when one's coughing, I was wrong, two idle scooters behind me caught my attention.
They were guys I could even call friends, if I only remembered their name: inseparable classics, perhaps one or two years older than my age. The first, Marco I think, had dabbed me for some time before changing my target, besides I must have been thirteen.
The other, Gigi I think, had brought me home on a Vespa and I had felt his breathing change when I had crushed his tits on his back, even in that case nothing done.
The interval due to menstruation had done nothing but magnify my desire. And hearing the voice of those who had made me enjoy so much had brought me back to that day, and how I would have been fucked by anyone that day.
In short I was ready to get into trouble again, every glimmer of reasonableness was disappearing in the eddy of the liquid that came out of my thighs. Instinctively I touched myself, there was nothing but in my head.
The boys were clearly on the hunt; and I was available to facilitate the task by going to sit on the gun barrel.
-Look at the beach, there is no free corner. I hate this hour-
-And the height of the season, but if you move out of the country there are almost deserted corners-
-Yeah I guess, the deserted island-
-Desert not really but I assure you that people are very nightstands, gather around the bar, the factories and especially the showers-
After a few seconds I was riding on one of the scooters to Treasure Island.
In fact, as soon as we left the factory area, the beach was only dotted with swimmers, and when we entered a dirt road that stretched among the eucalyptus trees, the place seemed really deserted.
The sea was breaking a hundred meters away, we left the vehicles and I waited for their move. I couldn't believe they weren't going to try, and in fact I wasn't disappointed.
Marco was the first to come forward, I replied to his advances and shortly thereafter Gigi also clung to my back. I felt their desire and stretch their members under Bermuda shorts.
I showed off in my Magic Formula.
-Put me naked-
As always the very little I was wearing was on the ground a few seconds later. The turns of the two passed from my mouth to my tits. I with a cock in my hand tried not to exceed the limit of no return in order not to find myself a splash of cum and a soft cock on each side.
The boys were impatient and tried to lay me on the ground, I from my position of domination since I literally kept them by the balls I had another desire.
-Fuck me standing, put it in both of you-
The boys were stunned, it was already difficult to find a woman who let herself be done together. But literally two in the pussy was more unique than rare-
However, the occasion was so tempting that they could not escape.
For my part, I realized that lust had made me talk, I didn't even know if it was possible.
Marco and Gigi, however, had no doubts, they both supported their members between the big lips of the pussy and simultaneously began to push, holding the rods to better orient them. In the end, the operation was even less complicated than the pre
saw and I felt the two chapels plunging inside the vagina that seemed to have merged together.
I began to moan with my legs spread to make room for the balls stretched like springs, a few minutes later Marco came moaning like a donkey. I felt his cock flopping inside me at that moment Gigi creaked wiggling like a tarantolato planting me if possible even more deeply the bird in the belly.
All three of us were shocked by the effort, the orgasm and the crazy heat.
We threw ourselves into the sea as naked as we were, some bathers appreciated the thing, some others gave signs of dissent, but it ended there. We played in the waves and I kissed them both with passion.
Although the police and police stations were miles away, our outbursts in three nudes on the shoreline might have seemed like a provocation, so we decided to go back into the bush. I still felt shaken by the experience I had, but the two boys were already on fire again, with the chapels exposed and shiny with sea water. This time I had no intention of performing in strange things, rather I doggedly said.
-I don't even want to see who will trump me first, you decide.
The game turned me on, keeping my eyes down I felt one of the minchiefs planting themselves in the pussy and looking up as soon as the other's bird appeared in front of his mouth. I felt like I was passed on the spit by two males who soon finished their performance inside me. It was time to go back to town.
It was late afternoon and we stopped in a kiosk on the sea. It was already almost Happy Hour time, a synthesizer filled the track with Caribbean notes and the barman with the glasses with anything that had the merit of fermenting.
My two champions, they seemed to be in seventh heaven, certainly were looking forward to telling their exploits. Who knows how I would have been described?
But I also noticed another phenomenon; on the runway two girls were performing and wiggling in a sinuous way. One had phenomenal boobs, the other was tall, slender and sported blonde hair styled in rasta braids. I saw my two fuckers completely absorbed; surely one fantasized about the spectacular effect that the knot behind the nape would have had when the two airships were released.
The other perhaps thought of the rasta blonde, stripped of her shorts and denim vest thrown naked on the bed, tripping while he put on him.
Damn I must be sick. Yet one thing was unequivocal, however much it can make you get fucked, buggered, squirted with sperm, watch while you masturbate; it will never be enough. But this is not necessarily bad.
At the side table there is a couple: she is all too close to the job. Stiletto heels and tulle dress.
He caresses her thigh and goes back a little with each pass, within twenty she will touch her pussy.
But look at me, check if there is a position where I can see my nipples. Maybe he imagines me kneeling in front of him, while I lick his balls and titillate the frenulum with his thumb.
It's definitive I'm really a slut with a slutty imagination.
Anyway this summer is my summer, I discovered sex, passion and lust. I want to be the guy tonight and I'm sure I will.
