Tired of the increasingly reduced offer on the rue de Budapest, I ended up exploring the possibilities of the Bois de Boulogne. At that time, it had never been closed, it was still the largest open-air brothel in Europe and perhaps in the world. There was a spirit of (sexual) freedom that I never found again anywhere. During the hot season some “girls” were almost naked exposing all their attractions. The exhibition had almost no limit, some copulating in the open close to the road, or on the benches near the lakes.I went there for the first time in the car of provincial friends on a goguette in Paris. I was hallucinated by the quantity of cannons offered on the side of the road, I did not believe a word of the warnings of my friends on the masculine nature of these beauties, making myself the remark that they were boys then I wanted to be “PD”.It wasn't long before I returned on my own and became a regular at the station on rue de la Pompe, the closest to the area of ​​interest in the woods. Naive, I had to repeat the experience several times before I resolved to understand what would have been obvious for any other, the pretty little blonde who sucked me so well was not one, and moreover she hugged me in her thighs and not in her vagina.I then discovered with satisfaction the Brazilian corner (organic) close to what has now become the Latina camp. This did not prevent me from also tasting the pleasures of some of their sisters whose plastic surgery masterpiece whipped my desire.During my endless wanderings in the woods I spent one day in an alley without lighting in a thick undergrowth, an alley starting from the crossroads of the road to the great waterfall and the belt path of the interior lake. In the dark, I gave in to a transvestite / transsexual's patching up without even making out his face. Having attracted me a few meters from the path he began to suck me summarily, then getting up while wanking me he buggered me without asking my opinion, I was flabbergasted but the pleasure was immediate, painless, his cock should not not be very big, in 30 seconds I squirted between his fingers, after having enjoyed an indescribable pleasure radiating from his penis in my anus to your my body. Absolutely shocked by what I had just suffered and felt to my defensive body I ran like crazy towards the Brazilian camps for a quick and tasteless doggy style to convince myself of my strict heterosexuality, but it was too late the seed was going bear fruit. I returned the following week in this aisle, I met a pretty little trans who asked me to tie one of her stockings to her garter, doing so I was hypnotized by the vision of a thick and long cock whose waist was not in contact with its owner. A few tens of seconds later I was on my knees in front of this cock sucking it as best I could before he took me on all fours for my greatest pleasure. The scene repeated itself for weeks before my pretty shemale disappeared to other skies I imagine. but it was too late, the seed was going to bear fruit. I returned the following week in this aisle, I met a pretty little trans who asked me to tie one of her stockings to her garter, doing so I was hypnotized by the vision of a thick and long cock whose waist was not ...

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