Sex with transvestites

I am a long-distance sprinter, participating in various competitions since childhood—long-distance races—and often came out as the winner, in children's, youth competitions, and when I entered the sports technical school, I was moved to the adult category due to constant recent victories.

My coach was a young 22-year-old girl who had pushed her parents out of this coaching position. Once, we celebrated a friend's bachelor party until morning—and at 10 a.m., there was a race,

But I was unprepared, gave it my all, but still came in second for the first time in the last three years, having always come in first before.

After resting on the grass under the scorching sun

I trudged to the locker room and the shower; by that time, everyone had left. I undressed and headed to the shower, all the while plagued by a morning erection from the hangover. Halfway to the stall, my coach entered the locker room to scold me for losing, thinking that by that time I had long since showered and dressed. Not finding me at the exit, she decided to check—to see if I had passed out.

And upon entering, she noticed my erection. "So this is what kept you from coming in first; I'll fix this quickly," and grabbing both my hands, crossing my wrists above my head, she pressed them against the wall with her left hand and with her right began to vigorously masturbate my protruding cock. I was so exhausted I couldn't resist.

Orgasm came relatively quickly, and powerful streams of accumulated semen sprayed a long distance—this really turned her on. And I collapsed sideways onto the floor, completely drained.

She grabbed my butt, lifted me, and put me on my knees, spreading my legs wide, while my head remained lying on the floor. Sitting down on the floor, she slipped one hand from behind between my legs and began to knead my scrotum, and with the other hand from the side, she started massaging my limp cock—which, unlike the muscles of my body, immediately perked up. She began to fiercely masturbate it, saying, "I'll eliminate this hindrance, your cock won't keep you from coming in first anymore; because of it, I lost a lot of money betting on first place on the catalyst."

She continued masturbating all the way to the fifth orgasm when there was no more semen left from the cock, it was finished.

She stood up—I noticed her skirt bulging forward—but didn't pay it any mind.

The coach sternly ordered me to scrub the floor here and not to lose at the repeat competitions next week—the punishment for losing would be much more terrifying.

From the next day, I began to train intensively, eat properly, and most importantly, rest on time and adequately,

before the race, the coach gave me an open can of energy drink and ordered, "This time, you must come in first." After the start, I broke ahead, but after running a couple of kilometers, I felt the effect of an arousal-inducing drug, making running difficult and causing a euphoric high. "What a bitch," I thought about the coach, she really enjoyed tormenting me. But gathering my willpower, I strove with all my might for victory and tried to stay ahead, but my fully erect cock was hindering normal running.

When there were only a couple of kilometers left to the finish, a shapely girl jumped out from the roadside in front of me, pulling up her athletic briefs high and stuffing them between her buttocks—thereby exposing her spherical buttocks. My cock was already sticking out like a pole—and at the sight of the bare ass, I almost came, and I surged forward so as not to look—if I start cumming, I'll fall and won't be able to reach the finish line. Coming in second again at the finish—everything went blank...

and I discharged, streams of semen one after another filled my briefs and seeped through to my shorts. Just crossing the finish line—my legs gave way, and I tumbled head over heels to the roadside and passed out.

I woke up—my coach and that girl who flashed her bare ass at the end of the marathon were dragging me into the coach's office, locking the door behind them, pulling off my semen-soaked briefs and shorts, and pushing me butt and back onto the table. The girls undressed, and for the first time, I saw transvestites—they are called (Maxim-Nastya)—they have both male and female genitalia.

The coach lifted my legs up and apart and had the runner hold them while she began to lubricate my anus with lube, trying to push as much inside as possible, then I felt some pills or suppositories with arousal effects, although the previous drug hadn't finished its effect; my cock was sticking out to the point of trembling.

They switched places several times, and when everyone was tired but the erection still hadn't subsided, the runner sat on my cock with her vagina and took my hand, placing it on her cock and the other on her breast—I began to caress them.

Meanwhile, the coach rolled up a powerful electronic muscle stimulator for athletes and, taking a couple of shiny steel cylinders shaped like test tubes—attached wires to them and inserted them into the anus of both of us and turned it on. Particularly pleasant sensations of impulses passing through the cock and vagina, the amplitude of the impulses constantly changing, bringing us to the highest ecstasy. When the runner spoke of the incredible pleasure from the electro-stimulator—the coach wanted to feel this bliss too.

But at the very peak of pleasure with the coach—I lost consciousness and don't know what else they did.