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Losing my virginity, a true storyThis really happened.Giselle was French, fit, beautiful in a Bridget Bardot way, blonde, 26 years old and married. I was still at school, a teenager. I was using my summer holidays to earn money and gain work and life experience working as a waiter in a hotel in Bournemouth. Giselle and her husband were guests in the hotel and I was asked by the head waiter to be their waiter because I spoke a little French. They could speak virtually no English. They were so happy that they had found someone who could just about get by in French and it became a joy to serve at their table every meal time. We chatted a lot, mostly in my inadequate school boy French and they practiced their rudimentary English too. Before they left to continue their travels they invited me to go and stay with them in France to help with their English and to help me with my French.So, I used all my winter school holiday to travel by train and channel ferry (Funded by my parents!) to Tarbes, Hautes Pyrenees to stay with them. Giselle?s husband had to go away on business for several days during my second week in their luxury apartment. I talked with Giselle one evening about what it must be like to fait l?amour. She laughed about my innocence but professed to be worried when I said that perhaps I should look for a viens cheri with whom to lose my virginity. As we sat watching TV that evening Giselle put her arm across the back of the sofa and ran her fingers through my hair for quite a long time. Then she put her arm around me and pulled me a little closer and caressed my side and my chest. I innocently thought that as a woman some years older than me maybe it was her maternal instinct, canlı bahis şirketleri I did not realise what this was leading to. I forget the exact detail but the next day in the morning we sat on the couch having coffee and croissants for breakfast with the TV on. She was in her dressing gown. Once again she ruffled her fingers through my hair and slipped her arm around my shoulders, then leaned towards me and kissed my cheek. She asked me if I would like to make love to her. I was stunned, indeed horrified. I remember then, as clearly as if it were yesterday that she put her hands on my cheeks then she kissed me on my mouth and what a kiss it was. She thrust her whole tongue in my mouth. I had never kissed like that before but quickly learned what a real French kiss was. My cock became very hard very quickly. I remember that she was wearing a dressing gown, and as it turned out later nothing else at all. She undid my fly and pulled my cock out and After stroking it for a short while I was amazed as she lowered her head, opened her mouth and with her long blonde hear cascading onto my thighs she placed her lips around my cock and took it all in practically to its base. I was shocked at first and being so innocent had no idea about oral sex. I was amazed that this was happening to me, it was beyond my wildest dreams. She lay back on the sofa and asked me to make love to her, she untied the belt of her silky nylon dressing gown, the material slipped away from her body and she was completely naked. She pulled me into the space between her legs. I remember trembling with fear and excitement as I saw for the first time in my life a furry pussy that was all for me in that canlı kaçak iddaa heady moment. She reached down, enclosed my rigid cock in her hand and gently guided my cock into her pussy. I can remember vividly, to this day, the gentle tickle of her pubic hairs on the tip of my cock and on its shaft as it sank in to her. It all seemed so unreal, I could not believe that this was happening to me. She ground her pelvis up and down in a peculiar but very sexy circular motion to meet my young inexperienced thrusts. (I have since copied the technique, swiveling my hips with other women and it works just fine!). Of course being young, eager and very turned on I shot my load within a dozen heaves of her pelvis. ?Je ne voudrais pas etre un papa? I said to her and with some difficulty between her English and my French she explained that she was using the ?rhythm? method of birth control. I later learned that it?s a wholly inadequate system of timing sex to meet the least fertile days of a woman?s cycle. But for me my first fuck was a bareback ride of stunning excitement and passion. After that, and before her husband came back late the next day we fucked another six times. I came too quickly for her to orgasm that first time but subsequently she either really came screaming, hurting my ears with her cries, or was a brilliant actress but why would she put on an act for me? I learned so much and she showed me several different positions, but I?m afraid that I came very quickly each time. She was very sexy with an amazingly fit and beautiful body. I remember looking up at her when she introduced me to ?girl on top? as she writhed on top of me as she rode me, her breasts, probably canlı kaçak bahis B or C cup wobbled alluringly. Then she showed me doggy fashion and again I was just stunned to look down at her perfectly formed ass and watch as my cock slid between her pussy lips. After her husband returned I never managed to fuck her again after those two days. One evening after we had all gone to bed I could hear her and her husband fucking in their next room next to mine, she was gasping, sighing, moaning and screaming like she had done with me. I could hear her husband grunting and gasping and their bed was thumping loudly against the wall with the rhythm of their thrusts. This gave me a hard on and I started wanking to the sounds. I think we must all three have had simultaneous orgasms as I shot a fountain of cum up over my face, chest and stomach as they reached a crescendo of orgasmic cries! The final unusual but incredibly sexy happening with Giselle was on Boxing day. We drove to visit some friends of theirs in Montauban. It was a 2 or 3 hour drive in their Simca Aronde and it was dark most of the way. I sat in the rear seat on the left and Giselle sat in the right front passenger seat next to her husband. She had her left arm across the back of his seat. After a while she dropped her arm off the back of his seat and put her hand on my knee. We held hands like this for a while, her husband completely unaware. She moved her hand up the inside of my thigh and started stroking my cock and balls through my trousers. She started reaching for my zip, I helped and pulled my cock out. Then, right behind her husband she very slowly and gently wanked me off, whisking her hand away as soon as I started coming, leaving me to finish the job and clean up my cum splattered trousers.After my four week visit I went back to England, and lost touch with them after a few months, they did not reply to my letters, I wonder if he had worked out what had happened?