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Dear friends, I continue to offer you the reading of some pages of my sister's diary when she was still sixteen and which I found in an old disused piece of furniture.
From some seaside Italy. Summer 2005
On returning home I felt worries about what I had just finished doing. I had been thrown by an almost unknown, much older than me, lying to him about my age and moreover without using any precaution, I had washed myself thoroughly, sure, but I felt his sticky semen in the depth of the vagina. I could only hope that it had gone well.
Entering the garden gate of the house, it then seemed to me that an alarm should go off from instant to instant. I was afraid that what I had done had placed a red lamppost on my head, but obviously nothing happened. Dad was in the living room with the remote control in his hand zapping among the insults of summer programming and he greeted me absently asking me some news about the conditions of the sea and the beach. I replied just as vaguely.
Then I tried to go into the bathroom, and I found Lorena, the breastfeeding companion of the parent, with bare breasts spreading some firming ointment on her breast, the squizz of the bottle had sprayed her hounds with white drops. A chuckle escaped me, it seemed cum, she sensed my thoughts and smiled- What a fool you are- she said stroking my hair
-Excuse me, I'll end immediately, let's jump to the sea, now that the sun is no longer hot-
I was alone thinking about the afternoon that had just passed, and what I would do the next day.
The next day I was again with my heart in my throat headed for my lover's house. I was afraid of having to skip the appointment; Dad had made up his mind to visit a city of art in the surrounding area, I stood with bated breath all morning. Giving up the appointment to roast in some small town inside to admire some crust in a church made me seething with anger. But then the reckless increase in temperature also made Dad give up, who preferred a siesta with Lorraine to climbing the stairs of the chosen village. But how fucking those two were!
I was walking happily and the long sundress I was wearing fluttered on my body. I had nothing underneath, I wanted to surprise him.
He came to meet me at the gate, he must have spent the morning spying on the road. He hurried me into the house, he was obviously afraid of the nearby gossip.
But as soon as the door closed, she started kissing me, I responded to her hugs with measure. I was determined to enjoy everything to the fullest, without getting stunned the day before. I wanted to savor every moment.
When she slipped my dress and stood naked in front of him, she seemed to be losing her mind. He was anxious to perform in his centerpiece, the cunnilingus, an exercise he had to like very much. I tried not to twist too much and not to tighten my legs to facilitate the task, but before I came, he decided to have me mounted on it. It was really beautiful, I kicked my cock in my pussy as much as possible and once I was almost afraid I had crushed his balls. Then he stood up hugging me and pressing his chest against mine. He came flooding my guts again and tearing my intentions to shreds.
In the half-light that soothed the heat, we remained absorbed in one another for half an hour. Then after a drink and a shower I noticed the resurrection of the meat. His member, standing up, had automatically chased himself and seemed to beg for a hand, a tongue, a belly to enjoy.
But from the face and the maneuvers of his fingers on my back, it didn't seem that those were the parts that interested him. The fingers touched the coccyx and then fell into the furrow between the buttocks and at the height of the little hole they described a circle that was deeper and longer each time.
Although I was certainly not stupid when I was sexting, I knew perfectly well what she was going to ask me, I was perhaps a little surprised at the speed, but Carpe Diem was in that kind of relationship.
When he stopped the massage and decidedly started to put his finger in the ass, I had already decided in substance.
Incidentally in the discussions between friends, the topic of anal intercourse only frequently beat the age-old question of whether the sperm was better to swallow or have it gushed on him.
Each had an opinion, advice, experience; for some it was something fantastic but they were few, for others it went from resigned, "better a little burning in the ass than endless discussions and faces".
Others put it as a reward for getting something, others were decidedly hostile and even willing to break the story with the too nagging boyfriend.
Even on the satisfaction of the act, the opinions were uncertain, too many factors came into play; the anatomical conformation, the experience and ability of the couple, the lubrication system, the excitement and the personal threshold
pain.
I mean, girls if you want to fuck your ass, they are literally your cocks.
I had decided to jump the ditch, sooner or later I should have and so why not with him?
And so here I am like millions of others before me, fearfully waiting on all fours with the anus well exposed.
Behind me there was no trace of romanticism, it seemed to be witnessing a complicated laboratory experiment. In silence, I felt my next incinerator fumbling with his pea, evidently he had some doubts about his erection. Then a plastic bottle with a spout appeared, certainly a lubricating gel, it was almost empty. Evidently his Peppia used to receive from the back. This excited me and irritated me at the same time. How irritating it was to feel the nozzle of the bottle opening the sphincter, I imagined it had entered the other several times and this gave me a shiver along with the cold of the lubricant.
Eventually the countdown seemed to have come to an end and the rocket could finally be sent between my buttocks. Mica simple, he supported the chapel and pushed but the oil slipped it, now upwards, now in the direction of the pussy.
I felt my Him at first secure and then gradually uncertain and increasingly angry.
At the first blasphemy I realized it was a pity to ruin the day and I turned around.
-We go is not the end of the world, and just an anal-
-You blossomed like a slut-
-And why would I be a slut? If you put it in my ass, it means that you butt me up, I break my ass, I break my backside, you screw my anus, you impale me with your cock, I smashed your buttocks. . . -
We laughed, and this eased the tension, after sucking it abundantly I got back in position. I tried to relax, the thought ran to me I don't know why at Lorena's tits, I wondered if she too had my dad's ass gutted, and if Mum also enjoyed with a cock in her ass.
And buggered it was, while I was fantasizing my good had found the right inclination and the chapel made its way inside me.
And as Michela always said: my little reserved friend, once you enter that, you feel the hair of the balls tickling your pussy.
I would have laughed at the thought if I wasn't entirely enraptured by what I felt. Nothing to do with the feeling of the suppositories or when you put your finger on the back when you masturbate, comparisons I had referred to to imagine the anal intercourse. Other dimensions, another push that determined a senseless annoyance and a mounting pain. He then began to enjoy and to indulge his instincts he intensified the rhythm, I screamed and he slowed down, but when the orgasm was imminent he lost rhythm and coordination, also as the cum rose from the balls it seemed to me that the chapel decupled the dimensions and pulsed like a heart.
I screamed like a madwoman but my scream became confused with the barking of him who deposited long spurts of semen at the bottom of the rectum.
The thing was over and when the cock was out, the annoyance tended to diminish, the only trace of how felt were the fingers shrunken by the effort made to tighten the pillow: they were still white and aching from the squeeze. All in all my hands hurt more. I had entered the ranks of routes in the ass, of course to reach Elisa and Marta I would have had to stuff some cocks, but somewhere you have to start.
Once the sexual trance had passed, when he would have even disemboweled me to satisfy his foia, I once again had a gentle and delicate man at my side. He took an interest in my conditions and pampered me with kisses and caresses.
But something worried him, and finally I induced him to put himself aside from his thoughts. In practice the party was about to end; the following day the Peppia and the Micropeppia (wife and daughter) would have returned from the short stay at home of her colleagues in a country about fifty kilometers away.
Besides the displeasure of not being able to talk to me anymore, he was worried about my reaction from below.
After all, he didn't know me at all, he had taken the opportunity to fuck, but he had no idea how I would react to the posting.
I looked at him trying to reassure him, I had no intention of creating problems for him. Of course, if it had been possible I would have had my goose swallowed like a goose even in the days to come, but it was a good thing to end there. Sooner or later I would end up telling him that I had lied to him about my age, maybe this would have pissed him off or caused some disturbance; better to leave a memory intact.
He told me that maybe we could see each other on vacation, but his city was six hundred kilometers away from mine, for my ability to move as far as the moon.
The story ended, or at least I hoped for it, since even that time I had made myself come once and judging the desire that i was flooding again the frieze there would soon be another.
From some seaside Italy. Summer 2005
On returning home I felt worries about what I had just finished doing. I had been thrown by an almost unknown, much older than me, lying to him about my age and moreover without using any precaution, I had washed myself thoroughly, sure, but I felt his sticky semen in the depth of the vagina. I could only hope that it had gone well.
Entering the garden gate of the house, it then seemed to me that an alarm should go off from instant to instant. I was afraid that what I had done had placed a red lamppost on my head, but obviously nothing happened. Dad was in the living room with the remote control in his hand zapping among the insults of summer programming and he greeted me absently asking me some news about the conditions of the sea and the beach. I replied just as vaguely.
Then I tried to go into the bathroom, and I found Lorena, the breastfeeding companion of the parent, with bare breasts spreading some firming ointment on her breast, the squizz of the bottle had sprayed her hounds with white drops. A chuckle escaped me, it seemed cum, she sensed my thoughts and smiled- What a fool you are- she said stroking my hair
-Excuse me, I'll end immediately, let's jump to the sea, now that the sun is no longer hot-
I was alone thinking about the afternoon that had just passed, and what I would do the next day.
The next day I was again with my heart in my throat headed for my lover's house. I was afraid of having to skip the appointment; Dad had made up his mind to visit a city of art in the surrounding area, I stood with bated breath all morning. Giving up the appointment to roast in some small town inside to admire some crust in a church made me seething with anger. But then the reckless increase in temperature also made Dad give up, who preferred a siesta with Lorraine to climbing the stairs of the chosen village. But how fucking those two were!
I was walking happily and the long sundress I was wearing fluttered on my body. I had nothing underneath, I wanted to surprise him.
He came to meet me at the gate, he must have spent the morning spying on the road. He hurried me into the house, he was obviously afraid of the nearby gossip.
But as soon as the door closed, she started kissing me, I responded to her hugs with measure. I was determined to enjoy everything to the fullest, without getting stunned the day before. I wanted to savor every moment.
When she slipped my dress and stood naked in front of him, she seemed to be losing her mind. He was anxious to perform in his centerpiece, the cunnilingus, an exercise he had to like very much. I tried not to twist too much and not to tighten my legs to facilitate the task, but before I came, he decided to have me mounted on it. It was really beautiful, I kicked my cock in my pussy as much as possible and once I was almost afraid I had crushed his balls. Then he stood up hugging me and pressing his chest against mine. He came flooding my guts again and tearing my intentions to shreds.
In the half-light that soothed the heat, we remained absorbed in one another for half an hour. Then after a drink and a shower I noticed the resurrection of the meat. His member, standing up, had automatically chased himself and seemed to beg for a hand, a tongue, a belly to enjoy.
But from the face and the maneuvers of his fingers on my back, it didn't seem that those were the parts that interested him. The fingers touched the coccyx and then fell into the furrow between the buttocks and at the height of the little hole they described a circle that was deeper and longer each time.
Although I was certainly not stupid when I was sexting, I knew perfectly well what she was going to ask me, I was perhaps a little surprised at the speed, but Carpe Diem was in that kind of relationship.
When he stopped the massage and decidedly started to put his finger in the ass, I had already decided in substance.
Incidentally in the discussions between friends, the topic of anal intercourse only frequently beat the age-old question of whether the sperm was better to swallow or have it gushed on him.
Each had an opinion, advice, experience; for some it was something fantastic but they were few, for others it went from resigned, "better a little burning in the ass than endless discussions and faces".
Others put it as a reward for getting something, others were decidedly hostile and even willing to break the story with the too nagging boyfriend.
Even on the satisfaction of the act, the opinions were uncertain, too many factors came into play; the anatomical conformation, the experience and ability of the couple, the lubrication system, the excitement and the personal threshold
pain.
I mean, girls if you want to fuck your ass, they are literally your cocks.
I had decided to jump the ditch, sooner or later I should have and so why not with him?
And so here I am like millions of others before me, fearfully waiting on all fours with the anus well exposed.
Behind me there was no trace of romanticism, it seemed to be witnessing a complicated laboratory experiment. In silence, I felt my next incinerator fumbling with his pea, evidently he had some doubts about his erection. Then a plastic bottle with a spout appeared, certainly a lubricating gel, it was almost empty. Evidently his Peppia used to receive from the back. This excited me and irritated me at the same time. How irritating it was to feel the nozzle of the bottle opening the sphincter, I imagined it had entered the other several times and this gave me a shiver along with the cold of the lubricant.
Eventually the countdown seemed to have come to an end and the rocket could finally be sent between my buttocks. Mica simple, he supported the chapel and pushed but the oil slipped it, now upwards, now in the direction of the pussy.
I felt my Him at first secure and then gradually uncertain and increasingly angry.
At the first blasphemy I realized it was a pity to ruin the day and I turned around.
-We go is not the end of the world, and just an anal-
-You blossomed like a slut-
-And why would I be a slut? If you put it in my ass, it means that you butt me up, I break my ass, I break my backside, you screw my anus, you impale me with your cock, I smashed your buttocks. . . -
We laughed, and this eased the tension, after sucking it abundantly I got back in position. I tried to relax, the thought ran to me I don't know why at Lorena's tits, I wondered if she too had my dad's ass gutted, and if Mum also enjoyed with a cock in her ass.
And buggered it was, while I was fantasizing my good had found the right inclination and the chapel made its way inside me.
And as Michela always said: my little reserved friend, once you enter that, you feel the hair of the balls tickling your pussy.
I would have laughed at the thought if I wasn't entirely enraptured by what I felt. Nothing to do with the feeling of the suppositories or when you put your finger on the back when you masturbate, comparisons I had referred to to imagine the anal intercourse. Other dimensions, another push that determined a senseless annoyance and a mounting pain. He then began to enjoy and to indulge his instincts he intensified the rhythm, I screamed and he slowed down, but when the orgasm was imminent he lost rhythm and coordination, also as the cum rose from the balls it seemed to me that the chapel decupled the dimensions and pulsed like a heart.
I screamed like a madwoman but my scream became confused with the barking of him who deposited long spurts of semen at the bottom of the rectum.
The thing was over and when the cock was out, the annoyance tended to diminish, the only trace of how felt were the fingers shrunken by the effort made to tighten the pillow: they were still white and aching from the squeeze. All in all my hands hurt more. I had entered the ranks of routes in the ass, of course to reach Elisa and Marta I would have had to stuff some cocks, but somewhere you have to start.
Once the sexual trance had passed, when he would have even disemboweled me to satisfy his foia, I once again had a gentle and delicate man at my side. He took an interest in my conditions and pampered me with kisses and caresses.
But something worried him, and finally I induced him to put himself aside from his thoughts. In practice the party was about to end; the following day the Peppia and the Micropeppia (wife and daughter) would have returned from the short stay at home of her colleagues in a country about fifty kilometers away.
Besides the displeasure of not being able to talk to me anymore, he was worried about my reaction from below.
After all, he didn't know me at all, he had taken the opportunity to fuck, but he had no idea how I would react to the posting.
I looked at him trying to reassure him, I had no intention of creating problems for him. Of course, if it had been possible I would have had my goose swallowed like a goose even in the days to come, but it was a good thing to end there. Sooner or later I would end up telling him that I had lied to him about my age, maybe this would have pissed him off or caused some disturbance; better to leave a memory intact.
He told me that maybe we could see each other on vacation, but his city was six hundred kilometers away from mine, for my ability to move as far as the moon.
The story ended, or at least I hoped for it, since even that time I had made myself come once and judging the desire that i was flooding again the frieze there would soon be another.
