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Is This OK? Part 2
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Is This OK? Part 2
This is a continuation of a autobiography which I was prompted to write after
reading Muttley's stories. Names are not changed, all of it is true
(unfortunately) and please excuse the typos & etc. I am not real good at
first-person accounts.
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Part 1 told you about how I ended up in France, and what I was doing. Read it.
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Her nipples, which had been puffy orbs more or less protruding from her
breasts, sharank to stone-hard buds, a coral-pink color, under my hands. Her
breath came in gasps and it suddenly occured to me that the reason for this
was what I was doing. Her hands moved down my body and grasped my now erect
penis. My turn to gasp. I sat up, pushing her off of me, and moved so that I
was crouching at her feet. I stared at her body. She eased to her back, face
up, eyes closed, legs spread slightly. Her hands roamed over her own body,
touching her breasts, her belly, and finally settling between her legs.
I watched her rub herself. Slowly, the lips of her sex swelled, finally
revealing the opening there. It was a much darker red than the pink of her
nipples. I touched her legs, and then, crouched down, putting my face to her
sex. The idea fo rthis was my own, from having seen a porno film that
basically led me to believe that sex was an ordered thing that *always*
started out with the man kissing the girl's crotch and then moved on to other
oral things. So i jammed my mouth inbetween her thighs, finally touching the
opening of her sex. I don't recall it smelling or tasting of anything. Just
that her hands grasped my head and she slowly ground her hips against my face.
I licked her and she moaned, so I continued to lick.
I opened my eyes and looked up, between her breasts, to her face. She was
looking at nothing, her eyes closed. Her lips were slightly parted, and
little moans escaped. I don't know how long this went on, but finally, she
screamed and her thighs clamped down on my head. Her body shook and her
screams got louder, and then... silence, and the sound of her heavy breathing
as she collapsed onto the floor. All the tension that had entered her seemed
to leave all at once and she was like rubber. I pulled myself up until I was
on top of her, my penis rubbing against the warm, wet opening of her vagina.
I reached up and wiped her moisture off of my mouth and face, and then I
kissed her. She opened her mouth, inviting me in. We embraced.
Finally, we broke the kiss, and her eyes opened. Sh lifted her legs up from
under me until her hands were grasping her ankles, and smiled. "you can put
it in me now, oui? You would like that?" Like it? I would have liked her to
put it in, but was afraid to say so. I had, I assumed, done something right,
for once, and was damn proud of myself. My penis was wet and slippery from
the mingling of my saliva and her fluids, and it felt amazing just to rub
it against her. She raised her legs until they hooked over my shoulders.
I was holding myself up and off her, hands braced against the floor, staring
into her eys. I pushed with my penis, not looking at it, and she jumped. She
smiled. I pushed again and felt the head enter, and encounter resistance.
She moaned and closed her eyes tight. I pushed harder and suddenly, I felt
myself pop in, until our groins were pressed together. It was amazing.
Tight, and warm, and pulsating. Not sure of how to continue (no one in the
porno movie had done it this way), I drew my hips back and thrust foreward.
That felt great, so I did it again, faster. I felt pressure building up and I
increased the pace, as she began to moan and cry out. My gonads ached, sweat
poared off of me, dropping down to mingle with the sweat on her breasts. With
one final, great plunge, I sank all the way into her and came, over and over
again, I felt my penis contract and expand. She screamed. She clawed my
back. I collapsed on top of her.
"Ahhhh. Take it out now, please?" she said. I withdrew from her, and rolled
onto my back beside her. She pulled the towel out from under her and rubbed
it between her legs. When she removed it, I saw blood. She started cleaning
me off, and there was more blood. I groaned, my still hard penis feeling the
roughness of the towel. She lay beside me, elbow cocked to the floor, hand
braced against her head.
"You were a virgin?" I asked. "There, yes," she grimaced. "I am taking the
pill, you know, we could have done it the normal way." You bet I was
confused. She grinned. "I have never had it in my ass before. It hurt, but
it felt good as well. Next time, be more gentle, d'accord?" In her ass?! I
sat up. I know I was blushing. She sat up and kissed me.
"Thank you for that wonderful orgasm," she said. "I enjoyed it very much. Was
I good for you?" I blinked. "I nodded. I was still in shock. "Let's go down
to the pool showers and get clean, and then maybe to get some food?" She said.
I stood up and followed her. What else could I do?
AT THE pool, there were people sitting in the lounge chairs. The rain had
stopped sometime while we were still in the stairwell, and the sun was out
again. My erection was gone, and I had no fear that it would come back any
time soon, as it had immediately disappeared when it found where it had been.
The showers by the pool are stainless steel poles with buttons that had to be
held in to get the water. They actually had hot water in them, which is
unusual at d'agde. Most showers are cold. I pressed soap from the dispensed
on the wall and began cleaning myself. I felt her hands on me, soaping my
bum, and back. My chest, and finally Mr. Squishy. I glanced around, and saw
that the only person actively watching us was an older, grandmother-type, and
she just smiled at me and went back to reading her book. I rinsed myself as
Ute held the button, and then began soaping her.
I felt more at ease with what we had done as I began to realise that she was
not hurt or upset with me. She actually smiled when I soaped her pubic hair.
For the first time in my life, I *almost* got an erection in a naturist
environment, but I was saved from that embarrassment by actually thinking
about it. Poof, down it went. Good and clean, we jumped in the pool and
spent ten minutes horsing around with the other kids in the pool.
My stomache started speaking to me about food, and perhaps had my throat been
cut? So I reminded Ute and she nodded. We climbed out of the pool and she
ran, with me chasing, down the side of the recreation center and into the
street, laughing. We ended up breathless in front of her parents bakery,
laughing, hair still dripping wet. She opened the door and said something in
rapid French, and a young girl (her younger sister) brought two towels out.
After getting dry, she took me into the bakery and introduced me to her
family.
Her father was tall and very thin, with a bulge in his throat that bounced as
he spoke. And speak he did, perfect English with not a trace of an accent.
"Well, young man, you have been doing what with my daughter?" PANIC. Guilt.
Heart racing out of control. "Playing," I mumbled. "Of course, playing!" He
said. "You are hungry now? Ahh, to be a child again!" He said that or
something nearly like it and I guessed I was just paranoid. He ushered us
into the backroom, which had a door leading to stairs leading to there living
quarters above the bakery. Their flat was very crowded. Ute had three
sisters and a brother, as well as a house full of cousins and her parents,
aunts and uncles. They were in the process of setting the table fo r dinner
and one more naked child wouldn't make a difference, her mother said.
Everyone was speaking German, thank God, a language that I atleast *could*
understand.
Let me tell you about Germans and the tables they set. One of the main-stays
of their diet is day-old black bread. It is day-old on purpose, I knew,
because it tastes better hard. And real butter, not the fake stuff you have
in the 'states. Large amounts of vegitables and smaller portions of meat, and
everyone talking at once. I was noshing on the peas and carrots, and
considering the chicken when I felt a foot land squarly in my lap, toes
touching my penis. I glanced across at Ute, who was not directly across from
me and who, it seemed, was busy eating and not looking at me. I started to
become erect, and was hoping that Ute would knock it off when her aunt winked
at me from across the table! The foot increased it's pressure and her aunt
smiled.
<<Continued in Part 3>>
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