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“Thank you for joining us,” Adelia said, her voice choked with emotion. Brunette “It was quite a ride speaking with President Woodward on the last orgasm thirty years of her life since she became the world's first futa. If you missed any of the broadcast, it will be archived on the streaming platform of your choice. “Good night,” she said. I kept kissing my wife, loving her, hardly caring what was happening. Out of everything I had done in my life, I was most proud of her. Of what we had. She filled this hole in my heart that not even politics fit in. Whatever my future held, I was glad I would have her in it. “And we're out,” the producer said. “Good broadcast everyone.” Applause thundered as I loved my wife. The END of the Final Tale of the World's First Futa Le Petite Morte, Part I by Phyllisroger How I came to love Zoo and learn its many joys. At a young age I got lucky. I learned about the joys of sex; learned how stimulating my privates could set me a-tingle; how stroking my young cunt would make me shake and feel on a different level; how among the many pleasures in life there was one thing that was the highest thrill: cuming, climax, full body orgasm, an orgasm that takes one’s breath away which some call Le Petite Mort. [“the little death“] I was the luckiest girl to learn this early so I would have plenty of time to enjoy in the years to come…as in “cum.” I had girlfriends who talked about sex things but when it came babe time for them to “do it” often found themselves puzzled, wanting, unfulfilled, disappointed, longing and aching for the unfulfilled orgasms I had discovered for myself at an early age. I wasn’t a virgin…first my fingers, then a hairbrush and finally a deeply penetrating thick carrot had taken care of that! That time of discomfort or pain was gone and I was ready to enjoy. In fact, one time I used a cold carrot from the ice box and the combination of the thick carrot, it being cold and my hot cunt was the first time I had a Le Petite Mort. That cold carrot had taken my breath away as I writhed on my bed squeezing my cunt on it deep inside! I loved the feelings of sex and cuming but never had the real thing though I dreamed about it a lot. I did a lot of wondering about when I would enjoy fucking clitoris and being fucked by a real cock. I had a lot to learn and to dream about. When I was young, my Mom and Dad, in the bedroom next to mine, would make noises late at night that awakened me and, full of curiosity, I would sneak out on masturbation the balcony, and peek into their room to see the reason for the noises…there were my naked parents having sex…I saw Dad’s thick cock and Mom sucking on it, playing with his ball sack, his fingers cuddling her hair…then having more sex and enjoying it…hence the noises. Like most children I admired my Mom and Dad…and also wanted the same joy that made noises. I was lucky and carefully private with fingers, hairbrush and carrots. When they went on vacation, I stayed at my grandparent’s farm. There I got a chance to explore and experiment in the privacy of my grandparent‘s yard: at the corral and barn where they had farm animals. I had watched Mom suck Dad’s cock and how excited Dad had gotten when his balls were caressed, fingers in Mom’s hair, his shaking and cuming as she lifted and licked him until cum ran out of the corners of her mouth. One day, my dream came true, visiting my grandparents, watching the goats and donkeys in their corral…I was in my skimpy little housedress. It's safe, Captain! “I don't care if he sees me naked.” To be continued... Especially if I was tied up and having my pussy tortured at the same time. This is Danielle. I took the plates and cutlery into the lounge, had masturbation a quick sip of the wine and got another kiss. 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