Solicited memories
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My name is Alessandra, I’m a fifty-year-old from Cagliari. What drives me to write this story is a fact that happened to me about six months ago.
I’m certainly not someone who can be defined as a top model, on the contrary… I don’t even like dressing provocatively, but I believe that the heat and perhaps the crowds that sometimes, indeed often happen to be found on the bus, go to the head of more than one person.
At 8.30 any morning, I accompanied the boy who I have been following for years and who suffers from some mental problems to the swimming pool. Getting into the bus was such a feat that I distinctly felt a hand lean and push quite insistently on my buttocks and accompany me until the ascent operation was completed. I had first made sure that the boy I accompany and I will call Gigi, in fact, was already up when I was struggling up the steps that would allow me to feel sure of not having to be forced to go back down due to overflow. Meanwhile, his hand continued its work of massaging and pressing on the buttocks, I couldn’t and perhaps didn’t want to see who it belonged to, it could have been anyone. Maybe someone I met every morning on the street or who knows where or a stranger I’ve never seen, who arrived in Cagliari who knows where or again, one of those characters that when we were young in high school and university with my friends we called “dangerous”, yes they stuck behind and rubbed their “thing” on the thighs and buttocks. I too, like almost all my colleagues and friends, had to submit to those treatments until at times I even felt satisfied with them. It also happened that while they leaned from behind, with their hand, they managed to touch the unfortunate woman (me) on the front, between her thighs. At that point if I brought back my butt I leaned better on the cock of the pig if instead, I brought my pelvis forward to avoid pressure, I offered sex to that hand and even though I was often wearing jeans, I felt rummaging in my femininity. You could have said something, screamed but I was ashamed. I’m not married, I had a boyfriend at the time when I attended the Faculty of Philosophy (never graduated), and I also attended the Catholic Associations that gravitate around the University. Trips, meetings, and outings on Sundays or during the weekend. Tourist resorts, the countryside, the beach, and sometimes cheap boarding houses, the Agriturismo had not yet caught on, at least in our country. Sometimes it happened that the whole group (seven or eight) hosted us as friends of friends.
One of these times we were guests of a man who, in a small village in the distant province of Cagliari, lived in the countryside, near a Nuragic village which we will have visited the next day. He had come to pick us up in a minibus at the station; the group consisted of seven people, six couples plus me, my boyfriend had stayed home sick and had convinced me not to give up the “outing”. The couples had settled into the rows of seats behind. I, next to the driver. The front seats were separated by a net that went from the end of the back to the roof of the vehicle and certainly did not encourage a conversation between me and my friends behind. As soon as we left the town and its lights, he asked me:

— All the others are in pairs, what about you?
While she was saying it he brought his hand to my thigh right between the knee and the pelvis and with his fingers he palpated the inside. I froze! I answered him in a trembling voice:
— My fiancé is ill, but since he loves me so much he didn’t want me to give up spending the weekend with our friends.
As I said it to him I tried to take his hand off me. Forcing me, he made me understand that I wouldn’t have succeeded, but then he let go as if he wanted to tell me “I’ll touch you and leave you when I want”. Pio added in a voice that was certainly not loud so that only I could hear it:
— Mind you, I’m always in time to find an excuse and take you all to the hotel, I just have to pretend I get a phone call calling me back at the hospital and you’re screwed. I’m a nurse, Marco told you, right? You won’t believe I leave strangers alone in my house, even friends of friends! If you want to go to the hotel, I’ll accompany you. Like all students, we didn’t have large financial resources and I certainly didn’t want to be the cause of unforeseen expenses for the other six as well.
Once we got to his house I carefully avoided being near him or worse alone in some corner of the big house with him. I was impressed by the size of that house, not beautiful. Luxurious, but big. From the outside, it looked like a normal house of very humble people even if it was large, but inside it was well arranged.
The dinner had been washed down with a lot of wine. I, more or less a teetotaler, could not help but drink a few more glasses, and the effects were felt all right.
The room where I was to sleep was on the ground floor. The other of the three couples on the first floor together with the landlord’s room… at a certain point in the night, thirst and the desire to pee woke me up. Leaving the room I went to the bathroom, and finished there I went to the kitchen to drink without realizing that the TV was on in the living room, and while I was drinking, I saw him, the landlord, present to me. I was paralyzed, not a breath came out of my throat, I knew what was about to happen short of a miracle. He took the glass from my hand and began to feel me. To sleep, in addition to the pajamas that I use mainly in winter, I wear a kind of long T-shirt that covers me up to mid-thigh. This didn’t help, at least for me!
He forced me to take his cock in my hand and jerk it off, since he didn’t have it hard I realized the proportions, you weren’t the first for me but I realized he was going to tear me apart, I masturbated my hand forced by the grip that he exercised on my wrist, he went up and down that shaft he let go of my wrist and I found myself continuing to do it without being forced. At one point he made me kneel and ordered me to open my mouth. Like a fool I obeyed. I took it all in my mouth also because he pressed my face on that cock taking me by the nape of the neck. I couldn’t contain it all, long, thick, enormous. Of course, I had given my boyfriend some blowjobs, and once again he had happened to me, albeit always with deception, but that … it was very, very big. It was getting harder and harder. Oooooohhhhhh! The sour taste of sperm in my mouth, in my throat the head squirted the cum in the back of my throat, his gasps and I was forced to swallow so as not to choke. I pretty much swallowed it all, just a little spilled out of my lips. Drops. He dumped me and I went to the sink retching. He said:

— What is it, your boyfriend doesn’t treat you like that? It hurts, in my opinion! I bet your little ass has never done that to you.
In fact, the only other man who had possessed me as a student thought about it on another occasion. Besides my boyfriend, that’s another story.
While I was trying to vomit bent over the sink he came over and started to feel my pussy between my thighs, he suddenly slipped two fingers into me, making me jump, and falling back down due to the force of gravity, I impaled myself on those fingers alone I squeezed my thighs and he said:
— Yesss squeeze and rub your thighs on my hand so you can feel my fingers better; you see, you want it! Between these thighs, you have a crazy heat, hot female heat. Come on, cum on my hand like this, ohhhhhhhhhh yes, come on, baby. You have to cum!
Meanwhile, he had hardened once again. He made me lay on my back on the table, he settled between my thighs, I was about to scream. NOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO! But he plugged my mouth with a rag and penetrated me with all of his cock. The first stroke made him enter I think halfway, a second dry and powerful thrust of the kidneys pushed him in completely. I must have passed out for a few seconds. When I regained consciousness I felt the cock inside me, yes I did. He rubbed against the walls of my pussy which stuck all around him, the chapel banging against my uterus. He said:
— Shit, you’re not a beauty, but fuck it’s a beauty. As you squeeze it, you even hurt my cock, a pain that I like a lot. Yes, like that, you too like to tell the truth! I feel it on my cock that you like it. I feel you all around my dick.
I started enjoying it. He was driving me crazy, turning my head from side to side.
He said:
— Shit, yeah, move like that, you can’t stand still huh? You are a volcano! AH! Come on, yes, come on, come on, come on, bitch!
I felt the cum inside me and I burst into another orgasm too!

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