Spending the summer abroad, and without panties [FM]

So, while my friend Bree and I come up with a plan for our half-horse hybrid boy toy (pegging him is off the table, but she joked that she’d love to fuck my ass one of these days, so there’s that…), I thought I’d regale you all of a time long ago, when I wasn’t a depraved divorced slut, but merely a depraved college slut. A slut who had convinced her father to send her to Italy under the impression that immersing her in the culture would help her in her classes. While I did wind up switching from that History degree with a focus in Ancient Rome to something more useful & practical (lol), I do remember a lot about that summer. I had fully intended on exploring the local historical sites, immersing myself in the culture, and all together making the most of it. I had also planned on finding myself some fresh local-grown Italian sausage daily, but even that plan went out the window when on just the 3rd day there, I met Alberto…

I was a 21 year old American college girl there to take in the local sights & men, he was a local who had recently gotten access to his trust fund and wanted help spending it. His body seemed like it was sculpted from marble, his English was pretty good, and his cock was, well, worth remembering 25 years later. He packed 26cm (bit over 10 inches, I made sure to measure, and take photographic proof for friends back home) of thick Italian sausage, with an upward curve that hit every place that should be hit and then some. When he saw me at the club that night, he came up and asked me “If it hurt falling from heaven?” (cheesy, I know), and I replied “no, but my ass is still sore”, which made him choke on his drink. I wound up taking him back to my room and let him fuck me raw (the condoms my mom had ‘jokingly but not really’ sent with me weren’t big enough, lol).

From then on, for the next 2 months, he was the one making me sore. We went all over the country, him showing me the sights & even a few local places that tourists didn’t frequent, and fucking me in them all. The Roman Colosseum, the canals of Venice, the streets of Naples, the hills of Sicily, we went everywhere, and fucked there too. I was the first American he had met who let him fuck her in the ass, and I let him do so not just in the privacy of whatever suite his dad paid for, but in public too. I swallowed ass-to-mouth in the Colosseum (got caught by a tour guide with my mouth full), let him fill my ass with cum in Venice, walked through Naples with his cum dripping out of my aching pussy (and if he thought I was ‘running low’, he’d find an alley to ‘top me off’), and let him pull my hair and breed me like a French whore in Sicily.

It was truly a magical time, but it wasn’t meant to be. It was a time before Facebook & Myspace, so while we tried to call each other now and then, we lost contact. I even tried to convince my husband to honeymoon in Sicily, where Alberto was from, on the slightest chance our paths would cross, but we wound up going to Fiji. He crossed my mind now and then, and I even debated trying to find him on Facebook a few times just to see how he was doing, especially as my marriage was dwindling down and my husband was satisfying me less and less, but I never pulled the trigger.

On our last 2 days together in Rome before I had to leave, we never left the hotel suite. Hell, from the time we got there to when I had to leave, I never wore more than a robe, and even then it was just once to get the room service from a lucky busboy. Alberto made me feel like a princess, like I the most important thing in the world to him. The last night he begged me to stay, but eventually we talked it out and decided that If we were meant to be, if it was fate, we’d find each other again, then proceeded to fuck like rabbits until the sun came up. That day I almost missed my flight since we had to fuck one last time before we left, which turned out to actually be twice when after he came in my pussy and stayed hard, he then came in my ass too. I then was persuaded to blow him on the way to the airport, so on my flight home I had his cum in all 3 holes.

Ever since my divorce, I’ve been thinking of that summer more and more, thinking about taking a trip over there to explore the sights, and maybe try and find him, but the way the world is right now, it doesn’t seem too smart to randomly jet off to a foreign country to find a lost flame. Especially since any itch I might want Alberto to scratch now that I’m a free woman, Danny seems just as eager to scratch too. Speaking of Danny, I need to get going, I’ll proof read this later, but momma needs to be reminded she’s a good whore…

Source: reddit.com/r/gonewildstories/comments/u4lxth/spending_the_summer_abroad_and_without_panties_fm