Where it happened: French countryside
Langauge: English
Sex: Female
Rating: 5
Category: Straight
We vacationed every year in the countryside of central France. It was slow and only farms for miles. With only my brother my father and the old neighbor next door to cook for us . I spoke some French and was friends with the old man in his 70’s. I collected his eggs and swept for him. When my father and brother drove to town I would stay as the old truck had a shifter that was between my legs and some times big bumps hurt me. I trusted the old man what kid doesn’t. Well I was like six and he just takes off my dress and hangs it on the old tree and I play in my shorts. He dressed me before they came home. Soon every time they were gone I was nude or almost nude. I was getting very tan. The next year I did the same only the old man with his weathered old scratchy hands oiled me. I remember how good his hands felt on my back. He was about blind from cataracts but he called me beautiful. He often kissed my ass cheek or belly. I always in front of everyone kissed his lips and hugged him. One day he saw me sunning on the picnic table and pecked a kiss on me . I laughed and he then kissed me more my nipple and even my pussy got a small kiss. This must of gotten him excited because a couple days latter he brushed my hair and made my face as I sunned nude. Then he kissed my mouth with sexy kisses. I fell in love with him. I cooked nude with him and sat on his knee and read the French paper to him. He never touched my private parts until I was 9 years old. I knew about sex from my brothers school books. I was getting oiled when the old man rubbed his finger down my ass as I lay reading the news to him on a blanket in the grass. I parted my legs as the feeling started. His finger hurt but I told him to try agin and he was in me. By the end of the week he had three fingers in me . He stretched me so slow I never had a drop of blood .I wanted to make love with him but he refused. We kissed and he fingered
me until I was 16. The first time my brother and father left the house i grabbed the old man hand. I have waited for you these years he said to me. He barely got hard enough to enter me. He didn’t last but a moment and was no longer hard at all. He was my first and I truly loved him. We made love only one time a week all summer and he only came in me a few times so I didn’t get knocked up. I cherished the old man and didn’t want to leave him. The summer I was 17 he was sick and he lived through summer . I was by his side every day. I was home only two weeks when my brother gave me the news. I miss him these many years later.
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