The Returning Past

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This time I will satisfy all my suitors who prefer to read me, with a nice story from my past, some years ago. As every year my high school organized a trip to an Italian location at the discretion of the principal. The idea of finally leaving alone without family in tow gave me new sensations I had never experienced before; considering that the times were what they were and the mentality was the same. I, however, recognized as a nonconformist, born artist and prominent painter and aspiring photographer, I wanted to distinguish myself from the feathered clothing that surrounded me almost suffocating me, no longer a virgin, I proposed to take away some whims away from everyday life. My parents, unaware of this situation, for them I was the naive, serious and posed little girl dedicated only to home and school. Far from them just thinking that I was a girl like all the others, open and benevolent to a possible encounter with the opposite sex. This kind of loose attitude was allowed only to my brother the boy; nothing was forbidden to him, and he was even encouraged to seduce his companions. The fateful day was approaching and I fantasized every night in my bedroom the various opportunities that would happen to me, the period I was emotionally tied to the period, in short, I was fucking, with two people, a painter older than ten years and a high school model art, big pussy, lesbian declared. I allowed myself, without their knowledge, to both of them, taking nothing away from each other, they were two completely different things, both mine and mine easily manageable. Taking the trip for a few days I would have given up Greta the model and Peter the painter. I would have missed them both. I loved them terribly; the typical teenage girls' crushes, in short the first itches. The appointment for the departure was in front of the high school, we all slowly got on the bus and I and my best friend with whom I shared many things including a couple of our classmates, a little silly, we had fun exchanging them scandalizing all the other companions, we placed with the two boys in the last row away from the crowd and the noise and immediately after taking off the panties under the eyes of the two boys we sat on the comfortable and comfortable padded seats. Immediately the two went to the charge starting immediately to caress and grope us everywhere, lifting our skirts and unbuttoning our blouses, more than ever they had turned into two octopuses. Faced with such exuberance, we both left giving him a rich saw, taking advantage of the overcoats placed on the legs, which concealed the strange movement. Beyond that we had never gone the pussy they did not deserve it so nisba, only fucks, only once we had made it licked; disastrous experience for both of us. That's why we called them the fuckers. Maybe we were a little bit bitchy, but at that age everything is allowed. When we arrived at our destination, we stayed in the same room, with a panoramic view and a great bathroom with a shower and bathtub; in short, the best. First of all, after unpacking our suitcases, we placed our stereo and inserted a CD. To the sound of music, we began to undress, swaying to the rhythm to finally enjoy a nice and invigorating shower; all naked, we began to soap, groping with lust. It had already happened to find us flirting, always reaching the ultimate goal, the clitoral orgasm. Our hands greedy for sex moved sinuously along the tense bodies, fully focusing all the erogenous zones. After refreshing ourselves from the journey and drying, yearning for each other more than ever, hand in hand, shaking hands, we headed for the great Latvian that awaited us. Here we would start our love rallies assuming immediately our favorite position, at 69 to be able to lick our pussy now soaked in fluid and mistletous vaginal moods. There was a challenge to who licked better and who of the two was able to make the other one in the shortest possible time: a challenge that I inevitably always won. I perceived my partner in the grip of pleasure filling my face with a warm and milky liquid, continuing spasmodically to rub myself between her thick and dark hair, drinking at her source and quenching my thirst with her pleasure. In prey to the convulsions she had accentuated the movement of the tongue, causing me between various jolts the achievement of the longed-for orgasm. Luckily we had turned on the stereo to cover our shouting, otherwise we would have made a bad impression with the other pupils and teachers in the neighbouring rooms. We spent the rest of the morning visiting the city, taking the opportunity to take a look at the windows. Tired with sore feet (like two bagpipes) we sat down at a cafe and after taking off our annoying and narrow shoes, we enjoyed the local beauties. Being quite beautiful, we were noticed by a couple of natives, who without wasting time, showed up and very politely offered to be our guide to discover the artistic magnificence of the city, in all its facets. We finished our coffee and before leaving with an excuse we went to the bathroom to take a rich piss and freshen up the hot chips a little bit, expecting to use them soon. In the absence of a bidet we made do with our languages. We both savoured our mutual aromas and secretions by cleansing them with saliva. After the pleasant operation, (licking a tired pussy was always a pleasant and stimulating practice for me, it also had the power to give me a good mood), we reached the two guys and set off for the city. Around a certain time the two invited us to lunch in a pizzeria they knew where they said they enjoyed a good pizza and then there was the possibility of having lunch outside. We accepted the invitation. After lunch the two took us to a beautiful park, a quiet place not far away where you can enjoy some sun and calm, away from the noise of the center. Not being two idiots, we had already understood where the two wanted to go; which is not entirely regrettable since their appearance and their manners were quite inviting, in short, both of us would have thrown ourselves into a nice snog not exceeding the limits (exchange of effusions for non-Roman) Everything was going well, Lying on the lawn we were having fun, giving a lot to do between saws and blowjobs, when one of the two with impetuous ways, badly demanded from my friend to go further to satisfy his other desires, even going so far as to raise his hands. Without hesitating, blinded by rage, I got up, with my tits in the wind, and after having taken a stick from the lawn, I began relentlessly to beat him repeatedly, filling him not only with beatings, but also with insults; the other guy, intimidated and amazed, tried to dissuade me, also taking two good beating between head and neck. I was stopped only by my friend, who was still shaking all over, otherwise I would have beaten them both up. The two assholes, who were shitfaced, vanished as they had come walking into the right place worthy of them, to fuck off. We headed for our hotel in a fit of nerves. Unfortunately the experience with the locals had not been successful, too bad; we would have consoled ourselves with a few schoolmates or at worst between us. Never despair in life; a door closes and a door opens (I don't remember who said it but he's certainly a great one). Walking a bit agitated because of the bad experience, we were approached by a car, with two sexting people inside, good-looking, in short, figs, who offered to take us wherever we had to go. After a clear refusal the two continued to insist begging us to accept the passage. We only gave in because I hadn't thrown the stick away yet and if it had been the case I would have used it with them and not least the pain in my feet was unbearable. My temperament often led me to face any injustice or violence to intervene; everyone in the family and outside, knowing me, had nicknamed me the tomboy. Get into the car the two of them headed towards the hotel and in very polite ways they said goodbye without asking us anything, not even an appointment for the evening. I was quite astonished in front of such an attitude usually all the guys were always trying to do something. We arrived in the room to get rid of the accumulated anger, after filling the bathtub we immersed ourselves relaxing, delighting ourselves with a rich finger. One in front of the other like two sirens submerged in lukewarm water, we began to palpate our breasts looking into each other's eyes, squeezing my nipples I watched my friend do the same as in a mirror morbidly emulating each other's movements. Our voluptuous hands caressed our forms, giving us sweet sensations; we arrived deliberately together near the vagina, inserting two fingers into it and with the other free fingers we began to stimulate the clitoral protuberance with slow and wise concentric movements in the various senses, causing an inevitable swelling. The only physical contact was that of sucking our feet, simulating a blowjob, and then we started to suck on the thumb of the foot. Contemplating us, it increased our pleasure, spurring us in a loud turpiloquy, fantasizing about our innermost erotic perversions. We came embracing each other and giving ourselves a passionate kiss, fusing together our tongues dripping with saliva. Unburdened by the accumulated tension, we got dressed and went down for dinner in the crowded dining room of the hotel, we sat down at the table with our math teacher, a girl on thirty-five, not bad, a bit resigned but underneath intriguing. No doubt I would have done it on the fly, spurred on by her thick armpit hair visible overwhelmingly in summer thanks to the lighter clothing. I often masturbated at the thought of having her all to myself and kissing her everywhere; I fantasized about her pussy full of abundant hair and her acrid smell, it was just fantasies. We started to have dinner and when we were done, some boys and girls went out to go to a nightclub, to party. My friend and I, together with the math teacher, opted for a walk through the center, enjoying the wonderful temperatures of the season, wandering around aimlessly, we came across a fountain near a fountain with the two polite boys we met in the afternoon; they were with a group of friends and girlfriends; I was impressed by their way of doing things, so I approached the group to greet them. It didn't take long before I was joined by my friends who were attracted by the beautiful company. I watched the teacher, who was visibly attracted by one of the two boys, making a witty remark, giving languid glances. Inside my twisted mind, I imagined her all naked between the two fiery males struggling with their cocks. The idea caused me a gasp in my lower abdomen that inevitably wet my panties copiously.
The boys suggested we continue the evening at a friend's house where we could have a swim in a heated indoor pool. All three of us enthusiastic about the enticing proposal accepted without delay. When we arrived at our destination, we were in front of a beautiful villa all lit up with a park. We were greeted by the owners of the house a beautiful couple in their fifties, who immediately, although not knowing each other, put us at ease. We walked around the large living room around a table with a cold buffet, overflowing with all kinds of delicacies. We prepared a saucer and we took the opportunity to go to the garden. It was there that we caught a glimpse of the indoor swimming pool inside the villa; inside it there were people who happily took delight in diving and diving completely naked. In that same moment we were joined by the landlady who invited all three of us to enter the phantasmagorical swimming pool. We immediately noticed the climatic change between the two rooms and we were forced to get rid of all our clothes, remaining in an adamic posture, without even the fig leaf. Not bad we were not the only ones. After lying on the cots, we were reached with visible joy of our teacher, (who showed off a well-proportioned high body to make envy of an eighteen-year-old girl) by the two boys, who had lost sight of us in the buffet room. They stood next to us and talking about the more and the less we were aware of some disturbing facts related to the villa and its owners. The two were dedicated to host people, even strangers with the aim of organizing huge piles, real orgies. The whole thing was practiced after a certain hour in the hobby room of the villa located in the basement. The news increased in us the curiosity and the eagerness to participate, the only hesitation was given by the teacher, who disagreed at least in the first instance from participating, but since the union is the strength and as the famous saying "in company a monk took a wife", our hesitant friend joined the company. When we arrived in a large hall we were surprised to see a myriad of people enjoying it undisturbed: we were spectators of a colossal orgy that involved everyone and soon afterwards would involve us too. Aware of what awaited us a little at a time we made our way through the fray; I was taken by two not-so-sexting men with graceful manners, who after having positioned me on all fours, one in front and the other behind had begun to gently fuck me. The two strangers' big cocks pierced me with impetus, preventing me from screaming. Out of the corner of my eye I could see my teacher not far away; she had been treated in a similar way to mine. I had lost sight of my little friend, unfortunately in that mess we could not understand anything; we completely lost the light of reason and orientation, driven only by an animal lust for pure pleasure. Even before concluding with the two strangers, I decided to leave them stone, to take a walk around the room in search of my friend, I was immediately followed by the teacher, she too anxious about the girl. Both of us naked we were wandering around the hall when we finally found her, she had accompanied herself with a black guy with a thingy with inhuman dimensions; we saw him in and out of that poor little pussy dilated and rehearsed. We were amazed to see him come out, it never ended and then the copious sketch on the tits of the lucky lady. (I had seen some dicks but so big never, maybe a facsimile in a porn movie at Peter's house, the actor was called John Holmes,) After we had settled at least worse we decided to go back to the hotel, the evening had gone great leaving an indelible memory in our minds that we would never forget.