I am a man over 50 years old, physically young. With legs, thighs, buttocks, and breasts very sexy, almost feminine, shaved, white, fleshy, well-shaped, and beautiful, and my skin is very fine and soft all over my body.

I want to be sexually passive by choice and belong to a serious, active, poised, and cultured gentleman, and if he wanted to share me with his friends, I wouldn't object.

At one time, I thought I had achieved this, but things went in a different direction...

My lover was a gentleman from African high society, physically suitable because he had an impressive sexual organ. When we had relations, it would take him about half an hour to enter me. He made me cum profusely (although sometimes he made me see colorful stars and scream like a madman) and I think he also enjoyed it because he would moan and grunt when he was inside me, and the coitus would last. And what about the way he would scream and tremble when he injected all his semen into me...

He tried to penetrate me every night, but sometimes his occupations didn't allow it, and the next day, as if to make up for it, after struggling to enter me, he would stay inside my body all day and come five times in a row without pulling out. On those occasions, he would leave me sprawled out, exhausted, full of semen, with the sticky aftertaste rising up my throat, and very calm and relaxed after being so well fucked.

On one occasion, which was the last time I saw him, he took me on a safari with a group of gentlemen from African high society. In our tent, he would penetrate me every night. It seemed that his friends didn't know, because they never commented, insinuated, or tried anything. I insisted that he tell them, because maybe they also wanted to do it, but no, he wanted me just for himself. Uffa!

One night, while he was laboriously burying his tremendous penis inside me - laboriously because it was much bigger than normal, immense - a huge commotion broke out, with shots, screams, and then silence.

This upset us so much, and since I already had it very deep inside, it made us get stuck together, unable to pull out, and when we tugged, my flesh would bulge out, inflamed. With each tug, more and more of it would come out, and I would scream like a madwoman.

Just then, a native entered (probably because he heard my screams). The unexpected, pornographic, and obscene scene he found paralyzed him for a moment, and he stared at us with wide eyes, and I saw a bulge suddenly grow in his loincloth. When he reacted, he brought in what seemed to be his chief and his entire gang. They looked and whispered for a long time while I moaned, mostly with pleasure, and I enjoyed seeing the lustful faces of our spectators. All of them had a large bulge in their loincloths and a growing aura of humidity.

I'm sure they're going to rape me - I thought - How will it be? - Will I enjoy it? - I hope they don't eat me afterwards...