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The night falls on this sweet autumn evening when I cross this valiant ancestor backpack. He is over 60 years old but his step is alert and his physique interesting. I feel her gaze captivated on my anatomy enhanced by this melting outfit very close to the body. I keep running at my own pace. I imagine him daring to interrupt me in my effort to propose to me to frolic in one of the many micro-glades that populate the nearby taillis. My heart accelerates and the red rises to my cheeks. I like my anatomy quite little in relation to my favorite sport and I aspire to show off and arouse concupiscence on many occasions. My brain is gradually invaded by unspeakable desires and I redouble my effort to stop these impulses, but nothing does. I end up stopping and getting into the chopping block. Out of sight, I undress and start touching myself. I caress my powerful shoulders, my round firm breasts, my bouncy buttocks, my wide hips and my prominent sex that a short blonde fleece highlights. I dive with delight between my buttocks and my big lips. I get restless and soggy my vagina and ass with saliva, but nothing comes. Stroking becomes painful, and excitement tends to fall. Quickly clothed, I resume my race in reverse to try to catch up with the sexagenarian. The urge to frolic is too strong.
Night has fallen and I do not recognize the way. A fine drizzle begins to weigh on my clothes. The low sky obscures the horizon, and the obstacles of the path are barely visible. I’m slowing down. After a few strides, my foot gets into a branch and I fall without really hurting myself. Fatigue begins to win me and I decide, completely lost, to seek shelter. I walk for a long time and worry awaits me. A hospitable barn then rises before me and I enter it without fear. It already had to serve as a shelter because part of the straw is scattered on the ground. I lie there and fall asleep in a deep sleep populated with erotic dreams. The old man, half naked, undresses me. His vit is erect and touches my thigh. I feel his breath on my neck and the feeling is pleasant. He pushes my legs back and will penetrate my buttocks from his member, and… A feeling of freshness awakens me and I discover that my body was stripped off during my sleep. I’m lying on my back in the simplest device, arms and legs widely apart. At my side, two dark human forms are kneeling and soon show me their interest by a thousand caresses that put me in trance. I don’t know who they are and how they’re made. I don’t even know their sex. But I totally lend myself to their games in the absolute darkness of the barn. When their gestures prompt me, I settle on all fours, thighs wide open. Two then three wet fingers rape my ass. A thin hand gradually spreads my sex, gently dilates my soggy vulva, ends up sinking into my sore vagina to the wrist and engages deeper. With each gesture, my body becomes more welcoming and the pain disappears. Their movements, ample and gentle, annihilate me and make me nervous. I no longer belong to myself and I am inhabited by their members, like a puppet of those of its animator. My whole body trembles and trembles and no longer responds to my brain. My thighs are filled with wetness, and from my mouth there are streams of saliva. I cum in a mixture of exaltation and visceral fear and collapse into the straw. My lovers undress and make love to each other discreetly close to my tired and tired body. Their choppy breathing tells me their pleasure before they lie next to me, apparently satisfied. I’m wiped out and can’t move a single muscle. The warmth of their bodies warms me and reassures me. I fall asleep so I feel them in peace.
In the morning, the first rays of the sun illuminate the anatomy of my companions. Perhaps I should say about my companions. The youngest is a 20-year-old ephebus, small in size, with an unprinted body. Her brown hair is not abundant and her hair cut short. Her slender, androgynous body ends with long, thin hands and feet. His legs and arms are tapered. Her breasts and buttocks barely drawn. I suspect his hand has raped my sex. She opens on me amazing hazel eyes huge looking at the finesse of her face, adorned with a small rolled up nose and tiny ears. She caresses my head and makes me turn it over. Our team is large and well proportioned. She (he) must, like me, be a good thirty years old. His face is massive but the features are elegant. The brown hair is long and the look light. Not surprisingly, under the right shoulders stand firm youthful breasts. The rest of the body says its femininity except for an amazing rod of medium size that begins to rise under my eyes. I can not hold a gesture in his direction and the envelope of a caress. Under the bursaries lies a cicatricial roughness that suggests the sequelae of an operated hermaphroditism. His phallus rises under my fingers and I see no other way out but to surround him with my lips. I get agitated and with every movement I push it further towards my throat. My lover(E) blocks my head from his hands and pushes the glans into my larynx. At first I am agitated with spasms and drool profusely, then he releases his pressure and I end up enjoying being so penetrated. My mouth ignites my ass and my sex and my pelvis flares. The ephebus prepares my anus which rounds and expands under her delicate fingers . The “ladyboy” leaves my mouth and plunges her life deep between my buttocks offered in doggy style. Her friend is lying under me and kisses my lips and my face by exciting with her hands my other erogenous zones. She’s more interested in my clitoris than anything. When she feels I’m going to cum she plunges her hand into my vagina again and shakes it until she hears me screaming with pleasure. Still in great shape, my hermaphrodite leaves my ass to stick in the vulva of his partner until they (or they) exult.
After a few minutes of rest, we leave naked (E) s our shelter to join, in a fine rain, an imposing body of farm where the cutting stone disputes the slate. We enter a gigantic living room or three young men in work clothes finish their lunch. They offer me coffee and, very quickly, begin to be interested in my largely naked Anatomy. Their attention scares me, especially when they set me up at the end of the table, the breasts plastered on the tray and the buttocks offered. My anguish leaves me as soon as the first enters me. My senses are on fire. As they follow each other in my ass and vagina, I feel the pleasure coming up inside me. As the assaults go on, a multitude of small orgasms shake my body and camber my kidneys. Ladyboy, who jerks off next to me, cums on my shoulders. My intestines and my sex are covered in cum. In one corner of the room, the nymphette gets cum spread apart in an armchair. When the three men went to work, we ended up all three of them immersed in a jacuzzi that erased the traces of the assault. The young woman keeps caressing my tired body with her expert hands that still tear off some spasms. When I leave them, I stay long minutes in the farm yard to savor the freshness of the fine rain on my bare skin. That’s what soothes me ! Then I put on my dirty clothes and resume my long-interrupted race.
That day, my certainties about my sexuality were undermined. Since I am open to any new experience. Sometimes I join this couple and their friends in the phenyl where I met them (E) s, in the house or in the fields, to find the sensations that they made me discover. A robust young massive woman with a heavy breast and a scoundrel smile completes the quintet of her maternal impulses. I like to nest my face sheltered from her wide pelvis and stimulate her senses. Sometimes we will join men in the fields to make love to us sheltered from hedges or exposed in the midst of crops. Often we play between girls while not underestimating the interest of ladyboy’s effective phallus. But most of all, without seeking the company of lovers, I can no longer go running in nature without my sexuality being awakened and my body agitated with amazing spasms. Suddenly my belly digs, my vulva gets wet, my ass warms up, my breasts stretch and my mouth salivates more than reason. I then deviate from the path to undress, caress and relieve myself from the foliage sometimes with the help of a passing Walker.