F451

My sex life began in Europe. In the summer after my senior year in high school, I headed off to Europe, a present from my parents. I had done very well in high school and was going to Wellesley in the Fall. Two months of freedom to explore the old world! My parents didn't know, but I was intending to explore something else as well. I knew sex wasn't good for someone too young to understand the aftermath. But how young is too young? A couple years ago I had decided that after high school was when I would think about losing my virginity. Given a time when I would be free, I found it easier to resist. It wasn't that I had decided to start screwing around as soon as I graduated, just that I would now be open to thinking about it. Since I thought of Europe as my first experience of freedom, I figured I would be exercising some of my new sexual freedom as well. Being an organized person, I didn't want to find myself unprepared, so I secretly packed a "kit". I had condoms, douches and KY jelly, all things I had heard a "sexually active" girl might need. The family doctor gave me a prescription to the pill and promised not to tell my parents.

The year was 1966. It was still cheap to travel in Europe and there were students traveling everywhere. Though I was starting out alone, I knew I would meet up with others quickly and never need be alone. I had my copy of Europe on $5 a Day and a Eurail pass. I was set.

My charter flight landed in Paris and I took a bus into the center of the city. I was exhausted, it was early evening in Paris, but 5 AM at home. My high school French (girls always take French, it is such a feminine language) served me well. Within an hour I had found a cheap hotel room on the Left Bank and had gone to sleep.

I woke after sleeping 12 hours straight and was ready to experience Paris. I found a nearby sidewalk cafe and ordered coffee. This was the way I had pictured myself in Paris. I was reading a guide to the city and sipping my coffee when someone spoke, "Hello, are you American?" in a thick French accent.

"Am I that obvious?" I looked over my shoulder at the speaker. It was a boy, well, a man, probably about 20 and veeeerrryyy cute. "Pardon. Perhaps we would talk. I would practice my English."

"I would prefer to practice my French" I said, switching to French. He seemed relieved and sat down at the tiny table. He was indeed very cute. I couldn't believe my luck. "My name is Philippe. I am a student at the Sorbonne." He was tall and skinny with a sensitive mouth and a French nose.

"I'm Christine." What Philippe saw was a petite girl with light brown hair pulled back in a long pony tail. A "girl next door" type, a few light freckles sprinkled over her nose and a broad smile with perfect white teeth.

I hit it off immediately with Philippe. He was very sweet and we talked about schools and traveling and music. When he offered to show me Paris, I thought it was a great idea.

That evening I met him at the same cafe and we ate some quick dinner from a street side vendor. We walked along the Seine and he pointed out Notre Dame, the Gare d'Orsay and other landmarks while he gave me little history lessons. Then we went to a club he knew where we could dance. It was perfect, I love to dance. As we danced I could see the effect I was having on him. He couldn't help watching my breasts as I danced. I kind of liked that. He danced well, too, and moved very sexily.

When one song ended, we just collapsed in each others arms and hugged. His body felt good, but I thought I could feel an erection pressing against me. I was glad I turned him on, but I knew I had to decide what I was going to do later on tonight. I didn't think I wanted to lose my virginity on my first night here.

When we left the club, we walked for little while until we saw a secluded spot where could step out of the light and kiss. Philippe kissed very tenderly and I let his tongue in my mouth almost immediately. The feeling of our warm wet tongues fighting was very sexy and we kept it up until we were both breathless. "Let's go somewhere that we can continue this in more comfort." Philippe echoed my thought out loud. I wondered if it was safe though. He was so sweet and I really did want to neck with him some more.

"We can go to my room if you promise something."

"Anything."

"I'm not going to have sex with you and you have to leave when I ask you to."

"You are safe with me, Christine, I promise."

I had forgotten how small the room was, but it did have a double bed. There was hardly room to both stand up at the same time. After visiting the restrooms down the hall, we were both lying on the bed. There was no place else to start out. We started kissing again and I was getting very aroused. Philippe's hands wandered over my back and sides, marking time until he thought he could touch my breasts. I was thrilled when he took a chance and let his hand ride up the side of my breast. When I seemed to like it he rolled his hand over to hold my whole breast and feel the nipple though my thin bra and blouse. My nipples went hard at the first touch. I like to think of my breasts as cute, not too big or too small, but round and soft.

He proceeded quickly from there. He had my blouse open and was kissing and sucking both my breasts in turns. I loved it. I was getting so hot I thought I would have to send him away soon. This wasn't my first time having my breasts kissed. In high school, I hadn't been willing to have sex, but that didn't mean I didn't date. I had let boys inside my blouse and I really liked the feeling. None of them, though, had been as good, as loving, as Philippe. He seemed to love breasts. The other boys had been just on their way to something else. "Touching second base" as that gross male metaphor goes. The farthest I had gone with a boy was to stroke his penis, which I did 3 or 4 times. Just once I jacked a boy off. I wanted to see what it looked like when a boy came. God, it was a mess. I made sure the mess was all on him though. I never let them touch between my legs.

When Philippe rubbed my crotch through my jeans, I really wanted to let him. I held his hand still. "You remember your promise, don't you?" "Yes, of course."

"You can keep that up, but only if I think you will keep your promise."

"Yes, Christine, I just want to give you pleasure."

I wanted to believe him. I let his hand go and pulled my zipper down a little to give him the idea. He opened my jeans and put his hand inside. He gently explored my most sensitive flesh. Feeling a man's fingers there for the first time was electric. Waves of heat radiated from my vagina. I loved this. He knew exactly how to touch me to shoot pleasure though my body. He kept pushing me up the slope toward my climax. Near the edge of the precipice he slowed down and held me there. While he kept me suspended he kissed me and nibbled at my lips and cheeks. "Would you like me to kiss you there?"

"Oh, yes, please, please." He pulled my jeans and panties off quickly and got between my legs and began exploring me with his loving mouth. Once he hit my clit it I exploded in an orgasm like I had never had before. It was the first given me by a man, the first not self-induced. I moaned and groaned and held his head between my legs for what seemed like minutes. As the shudders subsided, he crawled up to me after quickly wiping his face on the bedspread.

We lay facing each other on our sides, heads on the pillow. "You like that?"

"Oh, Philippe, it was wonderful."

"Will you do me now?"

"Philippe, I told you I wasn't ready for intercourse tonight."

"I wasn't thinking of that. I promised, remember?"

"Oh." I realized he wanted me to do the same thing to him that he had done to me. He wanted me to kiss his penis. I had though about oral sex in the past. I wasn't necessarily opposed to it, but it seemed kind of gross. I was always curious what it would be like though. This was France after all.

"You want me to kiss this?" and I put my hand on his crotch.

"That's right."

"I've never done that before."

"You'll enjoy it. Almost all girls do."

"I don't know ....." My voice trailed off, but I kept rubbing the lump in his jeans. He chose to take that as assent.

He slipped my blouse off one shoulder and then the other and slid it off my arms and did the same with my bra. A shiver went through me as I realized I was naked with a boy for the first time. I felt furtive and free at the same time. Philippe took off his own shirt and I looked at his hairless young mans chest and stomach. His smooth chest was very cute and I began running my hand over it. When I touched the muscles of his stomach he quivered. I wanted to see if the rest of his body was as sexy a combination of smooth hot skin and hard muscle underneath. I undid his belt and unzipped the pants and reached inside to touch him through his underwear. He was already hard and standing up, straining to peek out of the top. I rubbed the length of it for a while, getting used to the idea. Getting braver, or maybe hotter, I slid my fingers under the waistband and found the flesh inside. The skin of it felt much hotter and it slid up and down over the hard shaft inside as I stroked it. I could just see the purple head peeking out.

I took my hand out and started peeling his jeans back. As soon as I did this he took over and slipped his pants and underwear off and onto the floor. Oh my God, I thought, we're both naked. I'm really trusting this guy. He lay back and I took his penis in my hand once again. It seemed long and slim to me, but I'm no expert. I laid my head on his stomach and watched his penis as I stroked. I'd never seen one up close before. I liked the way the skin moved easily over the shaft inside. He was circumcised which I guess is unusual in France. The tip of his penis looked like a little helmet or a little cap on a mushroom, very cute, I thought. I could feel his hands gently stoking my hair and shoulder. While I continued stoking slowly, I reached around and found his balls between his legs and cradled them in my hand. I had never felt balls before. How funny it would be to have these dangling around all the time? With his balls in one hand and his penis in the other, I moved my head closer and touched the penis with my tongue. I could feel the rough surface of my tongue on the smooth skin on the underside of his penis. I licked there because I was afraid to touch the tip just yet. I licked up and down the underside and Philippe moaned. He told me how sweet I and beautiful I was. This sounded soooo sexy in French. I pursed my lips into a kiss and placed them on the tip. It's pointy shape suggestively pried at my lips, wanting to enter my mouth. I slid just the tip between my lips. I sucked on just the tip for a moment, like a tootsie roll pop. Then I slid the tip in and out of my lips, massaging it all the while with my lips and tongue. His penis didn't seem scary or gross right now. It was hot and soft on the surface, hard underneath and I could do whatever I wanted with it. Philippe was moaning more and more now. Whenever he moaned, I got a shot of pleasure from my own center. This only made me want more of him and I slipped my mouth farther over his penis feeling the head at the back of my throat. At its first touch I gagged a little but quickly controlled that. It was like sucking a Popsicle, but hot. I really liked this. I also liked exploring his nether regions with my hands while I sucked.

That's what I'm doing, I thought, sucking him. This was always spoken like a dirty word. Right now though, it seemed very pleasurable for me as well as for him. I had only talked about this once with other girls. It was a sleepover during my senior year, very late at night in the dark, we started to whisper about what we had done with boys. Two girls admitted sucking their boyfriends, but said they were scared to let them come in their mouths. They would both finish the guy with their hand. A third girl named Karen then admitted she had sucked a boy and let him come. "It was really a mess" she whispered.

"Eeeyyeww" someone breathed. "Did you have to eat it?"

"Well, I swallowed some and it tasted OK. I wiped up the rest with his t-shirt."

"Did you do it again?"

"Yeah."

"What happened"

"I ate it all that time."

"Oh my God" someone gasped.

"You should try it. I can't explain it, but it really turns me on." she whispered, sounding a little sheepish.

I was so turned on, imagining my pretty friend sucking on a penis and swallowing a boys cum and liking it. I slipped my hand between my legs in the sleeping bag and found my button and rubbed very quietly. When I came, all that escaped was a very small exhalation of breath. I heard that same low sigh from at least two other girls before I dropped off.

I was cocksucking. The boys at home would call each other that, cocksucker, about the worst possible insult. Of course, a girl cocksucker was something else. It was definitely fun, but what do I do when he comes? Being so inexperienced, I didn't have any time to think about it. As I leisurely rested my head on his stomach and sucked, his penis swelled up a little. I had no idea what this meant and kept playing with him in my mouth. It then suddenly pulsed and quivered and my mouth was full of slimy stuff. "Oh, my God, he's come, what do I do with this goo in my mouth?" It was mildly salty and bitter, but didn't taste foul or anything. Remembering what Karen had said, I didn't spit it out. I kept stroking and sucking until his orgasm was over since I knew Philippe would want that. It was messy like Karen had said. A lot of cum ended up on my face and lips, and I swallowed what was in my mouth. The consistency was kind of thick and slippery which was gross, but I got it down without embarrassing myself. I didn't want to appear to be the complete innocent with this Frenchman, although he already knew I was.

I laid back on the pillow next to him. "I'm a mess, aren't I?"

"You look very pretty, Christine. It's very sexy to see my cum on your face. I'm sorry if I surprised you. I thought you knew I was close to coming."

"It's OK."

"That was really your first time doing that?"

"Yes."

"Christine, you are a very sweet girl to do that for me."

He took the corner of the sheet and gently wiped the cum from my lips and cheeks and neck. It was very sweet. Then he kissed me and I knew he was tasting his cum in my mouth and I felt his tongue where his penis had recently been. This really turned me on. I realized I was hornier now than ever before. I could hardly wait to get his cock back in my mouth and to feel his tongue probing my virgin vagina again. The rest of the night we explored every possible variant of his cock in my mouth and his tongue inside me. The scariest was 69 with him on top. It was like my head was pinned to the bed with his penis fucking my mouth from above. The nicest was when he knelt next to pillow while I sucked him. I asked him to jack himself off onto my face. I just watched how he manipulated his cock. I wanted to know what he liked. When the cum leapt from the tip of his cock I watched it rain down onto me and caught a little in my mouth and swallowed it. Later he was worshipping between my legs and his tongue flicked over my perineum and grazed my anus. I gasped at the sensation. I liked it, I thought. Encouraged, he poked the tip in and I squirmed. It was a little too weird. How wicked that was, but I wasn't ready for it yet. It would be worth exploring another time though.

In the morning, I knelt on the floor while he stood in front of me and I sucked him off. It was full light and I held his eyes as I sucked him. I held his eyes with mine right through his orgasm as my mouth filled with his cum. It was great watching this cute boy's face constrict as he forced his cum into my mouth. I could see what pleasure I gave him and it made me feel like a real woman. I hadn't finished swallowing before he through me on the bed and dove between my legs with his face. I got my reward quickly as I quivered and shook with my own orgasm.

Philippe had classes to go to and I explored Paris. I spent a lot of time with him over the next few days. Philippe came four times that first night including my morning treat. I realize now what a feat that was. Subsequent nights I would tease him forever, sucking him in different positions and he would make me come 2 or 3 times. Then finally when he couldn't take it any more, I would let him cum in my mouth. Like my friend Karen, I found I liked this and it turned me on. Each morning we would 69 and get each other off very quickly. All I ever did with Philippe was oral sex and at that stage, it was more than enough. It was eventually time to leave Paris and see other places. We parted in the morning after one last 69 session and I boarded a train and headed for Calais.