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Dear friends, I propose an unusual case, this time I bring to your attention an unusual document. My sister's diary when she was sixteen. For the record I am six years younger than her and the diary tells of her youthful experiences in a summer of fifteen years ago. At that time my parents had just divorced and while I was younger on vacation with mom, she was at the beach with my father and his then partner in the family home.
The diary was forgotten in a closet that over time had found a place in the cellar. When I found it protected by a pink leather belt and a violable lock with the lever of a coin, I thought of something adolescent, all hearts, kittens and honey-colored jokes. Its content is quite different; as you will see continuing the reading. I have changed some geographical references and some names, for obvious reasons. Even some excessively verbose pages have been omitted together with the most common grammatical errors, but the juice is intact.
Summer 2005 Somewhere by the sea in Italy.
How boring. Of course, staying in this house with dad and his geisha was definitely a better choice than going to the aunt with mom and my little brother. Aside from the tighter control, I should also have taken care of the brat: you know what balls. But even here it is not all a wonder. As much as dad and Lorena try to be parents, they are primarily lovers. They spend hours closed in their rooms and I can count their moans and orgasms in the silence of the afternoon. Obviously they are always tired and this involves few exits; sometimes I do laps, but the evening is off limits, let alone the night. Hopefully with time I will release the guard, it is only three days that we have arrived.
I wander around the house, a current of air has opened the door of the room from which I hear unmistakable noises. I look out and finally through the reflection of the wardrobe mirror I can see them; Lorena is astride her man and rides with commitment, I seem to see the tongue of the parent dangling like dogs for pleasure. It seems that if they enjoy a world, then a change is felt in her movement. In fact, a few bars later he arches, leaning his tares, even Daddy has arrived and cums with a whining bark: and good pope!
The scene obviously excited me, I feel like a tiger in a cage, I think of throwing myself on the bed and fingering myself as always. But the thought makes me suffer, it is not the usual excitement, it is true desire, true desire as a woman. Seeing Lorena with her face twisted by the cock that screwed her opened up an abyss of desire and curiosity. I am beautiful, sexting, at any time I can satisfy my desires: how I want, when I want, how much I want. That thought calms the burning that devours me a little. I go to the room, put on the smallest bikini I have, then a pair of ultra-transparent shorts. If they saw me going out to the sea like this, they would turn up their noses. But when I throw there a: -Hello I go out, I go to the beach-
I glimpse from the usual glimpse that they have started again and the fact that he has his face between her thighs does not allow great dialogue.
-Okay ... umpf, be careful, come back ... pres ... to-
When his tongue returns to Lorraine's clitoris I'm already out. I go down to the beach, I think back to my combative resolutions. In theory it is very easy to find to fuck, just have determination, will I have enough? Or will it all end in a dip in the sea?
A slime dribbles from a machine that proceeds at walking pace; sex would be immediate, vomiting given the driver's appearance equally. Better to leave it alone. A couple comes to meet me, he stamps my tits with my eyes and when I pass my ass too. I sense the girl's elbow in the ribs and I chuckle.
A few steps from the promenade, I notice something interesting: a nice guy loads a car, a blonde tries to put a girl suffering from the heat in the hot passenger compartment with the prospect of a coca-cola.
Hi say hello ... I don't hear the name and call when you arrive.
A kiss and finally the peppia rises from the balls with the micropeppia.
He does a little stretching before opening the gate. I like him, he will be thirty years old, very old in theory, but I want to have my man of the day honed by a powerful man like that, I hope with experience and how he enthusiastically greeted his wife to go away, even with a backward desire. He vaguely resembles an actor, but he is not one of the best known and I don't remember the name.
I'm like in a trance, I go around and go up the street from the entrance side; he with a long rubber hose waters the wisteria of the canopy above the entrance. I lean over, show off my breast and get noticed.
-Sorry, I'm all sweaty and I'm dying of heat, can I cool off with the rubber? -
The reaction is mixed with that between those who witness a Marian apparition and the
stop of a scratch-winning three of a kind.
-Certainly come, come in-
God that is cool, but I have given all my cheek. If he glisses I don't think I will have the courage to insist.
It doesn't happen. When I try to drink from the tube, he almost makes an indignant grimace. It has something else in the fridge, fresh and appetizing.
When we are inside I have a drop in sugars, now the situation is entirely in his hands, I can relax and wait for developments. I got on the hook like a bait voluntarily.
I am weighed and measured by his eyes. I am asked questions about age, address and activity, which I lie like a snake. He seems to believe or wants it at my age of nineteen, at the maturity he has just achieved and so on.
He encircles my life and draws me very slowly towards him, kisses me, mumbles something, he is even more agitated: I understand that he asks for a kind of permission.
I detach myself to offer him a complete view of my body and I say pianissimo.
-Put me naked-
I have a confused memory of the sequel, after all it isn't that I was wearing a lot. I find myself in his room with his legs entwined on his ass, I kiss him and I enjoy his cock and his ecstatic comments. I enjoy, I twist when it changes pace and sucks my nipples. Then the low moan ends the long cumshot with which my pussy floods. Obviously without protections, but who thinks about it? I have not reached orgasm, but from the only relationship months before with Aldo. The one where I was hurriedly deflowered, was the distance between Earth and Pluto. Today I was fucked and loved, not wrapped in a fearful cock full of doubts about the before, the after and the present.
As soon as he recovered he asked me the question of pragmatics, that is, if I had liked it and if I had enjoyed it. People always say that the questions of the hairdresser are questions that should never be asked, but certainly men do not read those magazines and are therefore always there to ask them. Of course, I answer yes, and he senses no, this confirms that something women understand.
He wants to make a good impression, so after a bit of pampering he rests his face on her pussy and begins to lick me. I think of my dad a short time before, this adds excitement, I feel that something starts to rise from the depths. I begin to vibrate, stretch my legs, then squeeze them to hinder its movements, it is a masochistic move but now the orgasm is triggered.
God I scream I must have hunted, when the wave subsides I seem to hear the echo. He with his lips stained with me looks at me doing the wheel.
We kiss, the moods soon mingle and disappear. Now it is my lover's turn to enjoy, he turns me over, puts me in a doggie style and kneels behind me after a brief manipulation hunts him in my pussy. I seem to have unlocked myself, I don't know if I will be able to come with just the penetration this time, but I don't think I would be denied an extra lick. At the thought I enjoy ...
The diary was forgotten in a closet that over time had found a place in the cellar. When I found it protected by a pink leather belt and a violable lock with the lever of a coin, I thought of something adolescent, all hearts, kittens and honey-colored jokes. Its content is quite different; as you will see continuing the reading. I have changed some geographical references and some names, for obvious reasons. Even some excessively verbose pages have been omitted together with the most common grammatical errors, but the juice is intact.
Summer 2005 Somewhere by the sea in Italy.
How boring. Of course, staying in this house with dad and his geisha was definitely a better choice than going to the aunt with mom and my little brother. Aside from the tighter control, I should also have taken care of the brat: you know what balls. But even here it is not all a wonder. As much as dad and Lorena try to be parents, they are primarily lovers. They spend hours closed in their rooms and I can count their moans and orgasms in the silence of the afternoon. Obviously they are always tired and this involves few exits; sometimes I do laps, but the evening is off limits, let alone the night. Hopefully with time I will release the guard, it is only three days that we have arrived.
I wander around the house, a current of air has opened the door of the room from which I hear unmistakable noises. I look out and finally through the reflection of the wardrobe mirror I can see them; Lorena is astride her man and rides with commitment, I seem to see the tongue of the parent dangling like dogs for pleasure. It seems that if they enjoy a world, then a change is felt in her movement. In fact, a few bars later he arches, leaning his tares, even Daddy has arrived and cums with a whining bark: and good pope!
The scene obviously excited me, I feel like a tiger in a cage, I think of throwing myself on the bed and fingering myself as always. But the thought makes me suffer, it is not the usual excitement, it is true desire, true desire as a woman. Seeing Lorena with her face twisted by the cock that screwed her opened up an abyss of desire and curiosity. I am beautiful, sexting, at any time I can satisfy my desires: how I want, when I want, how much I want. That thought calms the burning that devours me a little. I go to the room, put on the smallest bikini I have, then a pair of ultra-transparent shorts. If they saw me going out to the sea like this, they would turn up their noses. But when I throw there a: -Hello I go out, I go to the beach-
I glimpse from the usual glimpse that they have started again and the fact that he has his face between her thighs does not allow great dialogue.
-Okay ... umpf, be careful, come back ... pres ... to-
When his tongue returns to Lorraine's clitoris I'm already out. I go down to the beach, I think back to my combative resolutions. In theory it is very easy to find to fuck, just have determination, will I have enough? Or will it all end in a dip in the sea?
A slime dribbles from a machine that proceeds at walking pace; sex would be immediate, vomiting given the driver's appearance equally. Better to leave it alone. A couple comes to meet me, he stamps my tits with my eyes and when I pass my ass too. I sense the girl's elbow in the ribs and I chuckle.
A few steps from the promenade, I notice something interesting: a nice guy loads a car, a blonde tries to put a girl suffering from the heat in the hot passenger compartment with the prospect of a coca-cola.
Hi say hello ... I don't hear the name and call when you arrive.
A kiss and finally the peppia rises from the balls with the micropeppia.
He does a little stretching before opening the gate. I like him, he will be thirty years old, very old in theory, but I want to have my man of the day honed by a powerful man like that, I hope with experience and how he enthusiastically greeted his wife to go away, even with a backward desire. He vaguely resembles an actor, but he is not one of the best known and I don't remember the name.
I'm like in a trance, I go around and go up the street from the entrance side; he with a long rubber hose waters the wisteria of the canopy above the entrance. I lean over, show off my breast and get noticed.
-Sorry, I'm all sweaty and I'm dying of heat, can I cool off with the rubber? -
The reaction is mixed with that between those who witness a Marian apparition and the
stop of a scratch-winning three of a kind.
-Certainly come, come in-
God that is cool, but I have given all my cheek. If he glisses I don't think I will have the courage to insist.
It doesn't happen. When I try to drink from the tube, he almost makes an indignant grimace. It has something else in the fridge, fresh and appetizing.
When we are inside I have a drop in sugars, now the situation is entirely in his hands, I can relax and wait for developments. I got on the hook like a bait voluntarily.
I am weighed and measured by his eyes. I am asked questions about age, address and activity, which I lie like a snake. He seems to believe or wants it at my age of nineteen, at the maturity he has just achieved and so on.
He encircles my life and draws me very slowly towards him, kisses me, mumbles something, he is even more agitated: I understand that he asks for a kind of permission.
I detach myself to offer him a complete view of my body and I say pianissimo.
-Put me naked-
I have a confused memory of the sequel, after all it isn't that I was wearing a lot. I find myself in his room with his legs entwined on his ass, I kiss him and I enjoy his cock and his ecstatic comments. I enjoy, I twist when it changes pace and sucks my nipples. Then the low moan ends the long cumshot with which my pussy floods. Obviously without protections, but who thinks about it? I have not reached orgasm, but from the only relationship months before with Aldo. The one where I was hurriedly deflowered, was the distance between Earth and Pluto. Today I was fucked and loved, not wrapped in a fearful cock full of doubts about the before, the after and the present.
As soon as he recovered he asked me the question of pragmatics, that is, if I had liked it and if I had enjoyed it. People always say that the questions of the hairdresser are questions that should never be asked, but certainly men do not read those magazines and are therefore always there to ask them. Of course, I answer yes, and he senses no, this confirms that something women understand.
He wants to make a good impression, so after a bit of pampering he rests his face on her pussy and begins to lick me. I think of my dad a short time before, this adds excitement, I feel that something starts to rise from the depths. I begin to vibrate, stretch my legs, then squeeze them to hinder its movements, it is a masochistic move but now the orgasm is triggered.
God I scream I must have hunted, when the wave subsides I seem to hear the echo. He with his lips stained with me looks at me doing the wheel.
We kiss, the moods soon mingle and disappear. Now it is my lover's turn to enjoy, he turns me over, puts me in a doggie style and kneels behind me after a brief manipulation hunts him in my pussy. I seem to have unlocked myself, I don't know if I will be able to come with just the penetration this time, but I don't think I would be denied an extra lick. At the thought I enjoy ...
