French town

“Would you tell me, please, which way I ought to go from here?”
“That depends a good deal on where you want to get to.”
“I don’t much care where –”
“Then it doesn’t matter which way you go.”
― Lewis Carroll, Alice in Wonderland

“The purpose of life is to live it, to taste experience to the utmost, to reach out eagerly and without fear for newer and richer experience.”
― Eleanor Roosevelt

“Life should not be a journey to the grave with the intention of arriving safely in a pretty and well preserved body, but rather to skid in broadside in a cloud of smoke, thoroughly used up, totally worn out, and loudly proclaiming “Wow! What a Ride!”
― Hunter S. Thompson, The Proud Highway: Saga of a Desperate Southern Gentleman, 1955-1967

Living in French rural area than it had small, isolated villages it have than you had not many opportunities to meet men. Handsome men especially. Sometimes you meet some men, but they are too far for me. Sometimes they are not appropriate for me or anything.

I was born in a French town. My home was in the middle of nowhere, forest and more forest. From the outside it didn’t look like much more than a shed but the space was adequate enough to shelter a man and his small family. It had a thatched roof patched so many times that it was hard to tell the original work from the repairs. The walls were knee high, hand worked stone set around timbers that were infilled with Cobb. The entry door and single window provided lighting for the room within during the day while candles and the fireplace would serve as dim lighting at night. The stone fireplace, the center piece of the cottage would serve other duties as well for it would provide a place to cook the meals and more than enough heat to compensate for the ill-fitting door during the long cold winter. The floor was comprised of the largest and flattest rocks set as. I live here nowadays. So, to be marriage I meet an Arabian boy and a French boy so ugly. They are farmers.  The rest of people live a few kilometers further away.

I am beautiful, although my tits always caught the attention of my neighbors. My tits and ass were my best poster and I show them with pride. In addition to that, I was quite precocious of sex. It is the truth. I was very precocious. This is because that I was born in a rural environment. When it was not the bull, it was the horse, when the bitches were not fucked, even my mother before being widowed, was assaulted with any assiduity by my father in any circumstance.

I wanted a man; I carried it in my blood. Since I had been young I want a good man. I had always been a hurricane. I wanted to have a young man who shares with me. I wanted to know how is the sensation of a good sex. Judging by the faces of the sex´s actresses, that must get.

The occasion arose, when the Hamed`s wife who was my neighbor died. He ended up going to my mother so that some of us approached from time to time around the house, to perform the Housework, my mother dealt with Hamed, who would be the one who would go twice a week, to give a “return” to the house.

My Mother began to go down to the neighbor’s hamlet; weeks I saw that he came up For the first few weeks. He was denying and not wanting to return, and then I noticed that he went more often than the concerts and that he came with a certain spark in his eyes and that his colorful Cantabrian papas always came as dazzled with color.

I began to spy on her Intrigued by that change. Normally I was alone in the neighbor’s house, but by mid-morning this one appeared and as if I did not want the thing, they had their good time inside the two, which made me fantasize and suspect.

I was not mistaken with a hair, my mother, a red-haired, important-volume moccasin, since the father had died, was head down and treated with sleeping pills, then went on to a phase where I was “rabuca” and I believe That was done with the dog of house, although none of it I can assure. When it began to descend to the Linde, as we called the house of Hamed, something happened so that my mother regained the color.
That Tuesday, my Mother came down well tomorrow, about eleven o’clock, I went up to “La Linde” and from the forest I saw that Hamed was also going to the house once they were inside, I went to a window that gave To the attic, from where he could see part of the house through the different slits of the wood.

Mother was doing the cleaning of the rooms and drawing a multitude of erotic magazines under the bed, in that Hamed arrived and as if it were natural among them, lifted the skirt to my mother and briefly sobbed her ass, praising her for not carrying The panties on, my mother knelt and took from the fly of the Arab a huge cipotón, dark as long as a donkey, who began to smell and lick unrestrained.
They soon rolled around the room, when I saw them when they disappeared from my field of observation, rolled chest to chest, strung without I could see anything of the joint, although this position did not seem to like them, an invitation from my mother He slid the skein and it took the berebere for that beautiful turnip; A turnip as I say big and black a little flabby that seemed to make mother much like.
Caught in such a peculiar way, my mother leaned on the backboard of the bed, lifted all her skirts, and invited Hamed to proceed: a strong spit between those two whitish mooses, a raspy hand-pass, and that pitiful mother seemed to be in conditions.

The Arab lifted his long curly hair, gave him another good spit, – I gladly had it lubricated, – and he started the tool, to my surprise not to the pussy of the mother but to his asshole, it opened as the buttocks with Both hands, so that the tail of Hamed, entered into all its length.

I looked for a better point of observation and I went to find one just above the ram that opened my lady mother in two, for enjoyment of it and of Hamed who enjoyed taking out all that apparatus of almost 25 cm and when the pink head was at He was about to leave, pushing all the way to the bottom; The run of both of them, even though it was out of order, had to be out of order to the great one by the shouting and the obscenities that were said there.
I was determined to see that session, that cock would also have to prove it, although I feared the reactions of my mother and Hamed himself, and therefore knowing the character of both and the mutual reverie it was difficult for me to get into the middle of that duet .

The mother wanted me to go to the doctor to the capital and to perform inheritance papers and leave me in charge of the house of La Linde, with the recommendation of “Ojito with what I did”.
It was clear, mother in a jealous plan was to be feared and did not know how the Berber would react, with which she hardly had confidence, and also I wanted a long enjoyment to compensate the seasons of abstinence.
I went to La Linde with the mother’s bottle of sleeping pills, and there I threw in the milk about four pills, because of having time and not discovering the cake. Mr Hamed came very embarrassed and took the milk in almost a drink and watched the TV for a while, when he left the bathroom, he said that he felt very strange and went to bed if he saw that he would be warned to warn Your mother or the doctor.

This was what I wanted, I went to a rag to blindfold her, not to open them and the fat one would be armed; For the first time in my life I would have a man for a few hours.

I centered that bare berebere on the bed and took off as I could the shirt and the underpants, there appeared a long black tail half-ripped, when I pulled the skin down, soon came a smell of semen and urine mixed, I liked that smell , I covered his face with him and I spread him between the panties, the bra.

I chose to revive it based on sucking it, it seems that the men like it there is nothing more to see the Lewinsky and the Clinton, I do not know if that Hamed liked it or not but his cock looked like it started To steep within what can be done in a semi-comatose state.

That mast, took height and continued pajeándole with tongue and rub the eggs and close to his dark eyelet, was mathematical a strong spasm was the signal that I had hit the spring, then I kept my hand down the handle and Absorbing all that oblong head and stripped, I wanted a greater sensation and for that I climbed over my patient lover, plugged the cigar directly in the face and continued to suck while Hamed drooled me and sucked stupidly the pussy, his cock soon began to To spill a whitish liquid of sweet taste with bitters, and that came out in small gusts, I got up and rubbed all that kind of musk by the pussy, because I was very excited that that characteristic smell was stuck there.

It was a delight to see how I came in little by little, as the long pija was made to my curved interiors and as that half sagging gave me a very special taste, especially when I took it slowly to get it back; I let myself fall and I even sucked the same balls, the sensation was as if I had been drilled with a stick burning, and more when that bump hit something inside me.
Hamed, writhing in pain and pleasure in his dream, and calling in his tongue to Fatima, and remembering this I stroked my tits, felt like again his milk was going in, I approached Hamed my tits that sucked greedy as a Baby, I think I was going back to that time because I was taking the blowjob.

I had thought to let it rest, but those lollipops and the milk pouring down, made me a real posesa, I took that huge tail little by little, not to lose such a beautiful sensation and with all that daubing I directed to my back, as there was I saw the mother, I pushed, but that little fellow refused to go in, I went down to the kitchen and I looked for butter and I threw a good pile at the eye, I rubbed and softened the waist.

Hamed was returning from his unconscious journey, and it was time to return to normal, I was taking out all that Arab cock show from my black hole, slowly to savor every inch and feel as I was flooding the pleasure and orgasm of feeling full of human flesh.

Clean everything with good care of the remains and wrapped up the good old Hamed and I left there huddled in the middle of their dreams asking for more war to a Fatima.

I had discovered the sex and had made a decision, I could not waste any more time, the years passed in pail and I was cock woman. Soon I left the farmhouse to dedicate myself to the hunting of extraordinary cocks.