Where it happened: Paris
Langauge: English
Sex: Female
Rating: 5
Category: Straight
I was always a goody-two shoes kind of girl (at least on the outside), still a virgin when I graduated high school. I had never even kissed a guy. That all changed on my senior trip to Paris.
Several of my friends and I were staying in a hostel on the outskirts of the city. We were all sleeping in one room full of bunk beds. On the second night there, after I thought everyone else had gone to sleep, I felt the urge to masturbate. I have masturbated consistently ever since I was about 12. I figured if I was really quiet I could get away with it that night. I slid one hand down my pajama bottoms, twisting my fingers in my curls for a while, before venturing lower. I plunged my index finger into my vagina to moisten it, then began caressing my clitoris. My other hand manipulated my breasts, bringing my nipples to hard peaks. My hips began to thrust automatically, but I tried to keep them under control. Thankfully, the bed wasn’t too squeaky, and I was on the bottom bunk, so there was no one beneath me to here my incessant thrusting. Every once in a while I would pause to make sure no one was awake, but this became harder to do as my pleasure was mounting.
Suddenly I had the need for my vagina to be filled with something. I reached down into the darkness for my backpack, rustled around in it and found my hairbrush. I slowly inserted the handle into my vagina and began fucking myself slowly while my other hand flicked alternated between flicking my clitoris and rubbing my perineum.
This entire time, I was thinking of Clement – medium build, dark hair, and piercing dark eyes (not to mention the sexy French accent) – Clement was a French citizen and a friend of a friend who was taking the week off to show us around Paris. I had had a mini-crush on Clement ever since I had met him the day before, and with him sleeping in the same room as me, I was definitely turned on. Or at least I thought he was sleeping.
Just as I was about to reach orgasm, with the hair brush deep in my soaking wet vagina, my finger racing around my clitoris, and the rolls of pleasure building, I heard a movement off to my right side. By this time my head was thrashing back and forth on my pillow, and it was all I could do to keep from moaning out loud. The sound that I heard registered, but my brain was too high on fucking at the moment for me to actually do anything about it. I gave the hairbrush a few last desperate thrusts deep into my pussy, an image of Clement in my mind’s eye. Clement naked. With an erection. Looking at me with lust. I came, then came again, with two of the most amazing orgasms (and that’s saying something, when you’ve been masturbating ever since middle school).
I slowly relaxed, then opened my eyes. In the dark next to me, standing over me, was a shadowy form. I was startled, then embarrassed, that someone had seen me masturbating. I could feel myself blushing in the dark. I lay still, hoping they hadn’t seen much, or that they would think I had been doing it in my sleep; hoping that they would just go away.
“Looks like you need some help there,” came a husky, semi-amused voice. Clement. Oh dear God, this was worse then I thought. Not only was it him, but he had seen exactly what I was doing. How to respond?
“Well, yeah, I guess so,” I said, then thought to myself how stupid I sounded, and what was I even doing?
Clement reached down and wrapped an arm around me, lifting me up. “Come here,” he said tenderly yet gruffly. I allowed myself to follow him out of the room, too ashamed to really think about what I was doing. Clement took us into a smaller, empty room down the hall with a small empty bed in the corner, made up with dingy looking white sheets.
“Lie down,” he said. I lay down, then realized what was happening and sat up again, almost slamming my forehead into his as he came in for a kiss.
“Shhh,” he said, then ducked lower and went for my breast through the thin fabric of my cami. I threw my head back involuntarily as he licked one nipple, then the other. Putting his hand behind my head, he lay me back on the bed and began pulling down my pajama bottoms. These, together with my panties (which were thoroughly soaked with my juices by now), soon lay in a tangled heap on the floor.
He moved over me on the small bed, and I realized that somewhere along the way he had lost his pants and underwear. There, for the first time, I was seeing that most vital part of the male anatomy, and it had a raging erection aimed straight at me. In addition to masturbation, I was also really into porn, so I had seen my share of dicks, but never in real life, with an erection, wanting to be buried deep in my dripping pussy.
At this point I started getting pretty nervous, but he bent to kiss me and reached his hand down into my curls, making me forget about whatever it was that had been holding me back. After a minute or so, I felt the tip of his penis brushing the outer lips of my nether regions, then burrowing deeper until he was a few centimeters into my vagina. I moaned softly, and he replied with encouragement, telling me the walls were thick concrete and to let it all out. He slowly rocked his hips as he held my wrists pinned above my head on the bed, and he thrust his penis slowly deeper. I looked down at his broad chest, narrow hips, and the dark arrow of hair pointing down to the place where our two bodies were slowly joining. I began to relax just a tad, actually feeling pleasure, when all of the sudden I felt pain.
He stopped thrusting, and looked into my eyes. “Cheri,” he said. “That hairbrush of yours was not big enough to break your hymen. I’m a bit bigger than that, and I need to break it. Look at me.” He held my eye contact as he continued thrusting into me, past the pain, which became sharper and then was gone after a minute or so.
The feeling of fullness in my pussy was incredible, the pressure exerted by his penis wonderful. I tentatively thrust up against him, and he returned the gesture. Soon we were rocking back and forth, groaning with the pleasure. He let go of my wrists and I alternated between grabbing the sheet in my fists and holding onto his shoulders and back. He caressed my face and breasts with his hands and kisses, all the while moaning words in French that I couldn’t understand.
All to soon, the pleasure built to the point of no return, and we climaxed, not quite together, but hey, who expects perfection the first time. He withdrew his sticky, limp penis from my body, then reached down and found his pajama bottoms, which he used to clean up the mess between my legs.
I was starting to get turned on again when he did that, but we heard some movement in the hall and figured we better lay quietly for a while. We lay in each others arms for a few minutes, then he decided that we should probably go back to the common room before someone noticed us gone. As I lay back in my own bed, I couldn’t believe what I had just done. The feelings were so incredible, but I was exhausted and soon fell asleep.
The next morning when I woke up I was in a much clearer state of mind, and immediately started panicking at the thought of being pregnant – he hadn’t used a condom! I pretty much just decided that there wasn’t much I could do about it now, and decided to go enjoy breakfast with the rest of the group.
So that’s the story of my first time. I was a bit sore later that day. The rest of the days in Paris with Clement were a bit awkward, trying to hide what we felt for each other from everyone else in the group. But the nights were wonderful – we had found something special and we weren’t going to let it go (although he was sure to use a condom from then on).
The next few weeks were nerve-wracking, until I got my period, to my relief. We left France, and I am now attending college and have a steady boyfriend. Clement, from what I can see from Facebook, has had several French girlfriends since that summer. I knew it was never serious between the two of us, but to this day when I masturbate, there I times when I still see Clement, naked, with an engorged penis that wants nothing more than to bury deep into my gushing pussy.
The end.
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