Foreword
This is the fourth part (chapter 7) of my love and sex story with Christine, my girlfriend. She helped me out of a serious depression after my forced breakup with my first love, thanks to her kindness and love for me. She was the one who gave me back my zest for life when I was 18.
She’d just turned 18 three days before the start of this fourth part of my true story. We were both alone together in her house for the whole weekend, while her parents went to Lyon. It was on the day before her eighteenth birthday party.
She gave herself to me that afternoon, when we made love for the first time, and I took her virginity. After dinner, I made her discover the great delights of making 69. Then we kept on making love and giving each other pleasure throughout the evening, and went to sleep exhausted and fully happy, snug close together in her bed.
This story really happened on the last weekend of November 1960, days 26 and 27th, and kept on afterwards. This fourth part is the follow-on of the previous parts. I changed some names without altering the content or the course of the story itself. I’m only relating here what I clearly remember, knowing full well I forgot many details, even though I kept an excellent episodic memory despite my age. I added nothing to embellish my story, sticking only to the facts I remember with certainty.
There’s little dialogue in my story because I can’t remember precisely what we said to each other. I reconstructed the dialogues I included from my memories; they are to be approximate while remaining fully in the original state of mind.
If you didn’t read some of the three previous parts, please read them first. It will help you understand our situation at that distant time. This is not just a sex story, it’s a true love story in which there is sex, of course, as in all true love.
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Chapter 7
After dinner and cleaning up the dishes, we returned to the living room, still dressed as we were during the meal. Christine gave me a big, loving kiss on the lips and told me to sit down on the sofa to receive the surprise she promised me. She went to the piano in the room, took a bunch of musical scores out of a cupboard, opened the lid covering the keys and played.
She began with a classical piece. I knew quite little about this type of music, but the beauty of what she played quickly captivated me. Her talent as a performer soon impressed me and the emotion she put into it. She told me she was playing Frédéric Chopin’s Prelude No. 15, known as “Raindrops”. When she finished playing, I stood up to kiss her, thank her, and congratulate her. She had some tears in her eyes, so great was her emotion. Her performance was remarkable, and I loved it.
She played another piece by the same composer, followed by works by Mozart and Schubert, for almost an hour. Her interpretation dazzled me, despite my ignorance of this music, which I found exquisite. She told me she’d learned to play the piano at 4 and continued until now.
In fact, she was the one who introduced me to classical music and gave me a taste for it which would last for the rest of my life. Since that unforgettable evening, I’ve always loved classical music, which I still associate today with memories of Christine and her love for me.
Afterwards, I regularly went to classical music concerts in France and abroad, bought several hundred classical records (first vinyl, then CDs), and listened regularly to France Musique or Radio Classique at home or in my car in France. Similarly, when I was abroad, traveling or on extended stays, I quickly found radio stations broadcasting this type of music, which became a must for me.
And my current wife, to whom I’ve been happily married for over half a century, was also an excellent pianist before age-related osteoarthritis forced her to stop playing the piano, and forced us to sell our half-size grand piano, offered by her parents for our wedding.
After this musical interlude, which I enjoyed a lot, I congratulated Christine on her performance and kissed her lovingly. By now it was nearly 10 pm. We went back to bed to carry on with our afternoon’s lovemaking, after a trip to the bathroom to brush our teeth and make a pee-stop.
Back in her room, we undressed each other completely and started again to fondle and warm up each other for a night of love and sex. Once we were both naked, Christine lay down on her bottom sheet, and I lay down on her right side. I slid my left arm under her neck to pull her closer to me, and I cupped her magnificent tits with my right hand, titillating her nipples, which quickly hardened.
I pressed myself very close to her, putting my right leg between her thighs, which she spread to make room for me, pushing her pussy against me and rubbing it against my thigh. Since it wasn’t cold in her room, we didn’t put a blanket over us for the moment and left the bedside lamp on so we could keep on watching each other being naked.
I shifted on top of her and pressed my mouth on hers for a long, loving kiss, introducing my tongue deep into her mouth to play with her tongue. She was undulating beneath me, moaning with pleasure and rubbing her crotch against my thigh and her stomach against my cock, which quickly made it hard again. I was back in shape and the same for Christine, so we were ready to pursue our afternoon’s momentum.
I lifted my mouth from hers and started working my way down her gorgeous body. I paused for a while on each of her beautiful tits, repeating what I’d already done to her during the afternoon: a hand on one to squeeze and stroke it, my mouth on the other to kiss it, suck and titillate the nipple to make it harden even more. And I switched actions to the other tit to do the same thing. This treatment aroused her a lot, and the intensity of her moans gradually increased.
Then I kissed her belly button, licked and sucked it intensively and continued down, kissing her all the way down until I reached her pubes. I did a lot of kissing on her hairy mound. I also took her hair in my mouth and between my teeth as if I wanted to bite and eat it, which tickled her and made her laugh. Simultaneously, I stroked her slit with my right hand, increasing the lubrication of her pussy, which was getting soaked.
I inserted two fingers of my right hand into her tight vagina, searching for her spongy, ultra-sensitive inner area (her G-spot). I took her clit into my mouth, uncovered its very sensitive head with my tongue, and rubbed it while sucking hard. I easily found her G-spot and stroked it intensely.
Soon, she closed her eyes, moaned with pleasure and stirred. She told me what I was doing to her was very pleasurable and aroused her deliciously. My mouth clasping her clit turned her on very much and my fingers stroking her G-spot gave her a lot of pleasure. She told me she could feel she would soon have an orgasm if I continued like this, which was exactly my intent. And I was sure she wanted it too, feeling how she reacted to my careful and passionate fondling.
I continued for a while, holding her clit tightly between my lips and rubbing my tongue over its very sensitive tip while stroking her G-spot with my fingers, pressing down on it. Her agitation increased. She rubbed her crotch against my mouth, harder and faster. She even pressed her hands on my head, pulling me closer to her. She pushed her clit into my mouth more wildly and squealed loudly.
As I was stroking her, her breath became more ragged and gasping, and her cries more high-pitched. Suddenly, her body stiffened, and she started to shake uncontrollably. Her breath stopped. She let out a much louder cry and an intense orgasm overwhelmed her. She shot a jet of girl juice, which I collected in my mouth. I swallowed some of it and kept the rest to give to her when I would kiss her.
When she recovered her breath and relaxed, I lifted my mouth off her vulva and moved up her body to put it on hers, pouring in the part of her girl juice I’d kept. She opened her mouth wide and took everything I gave her, swallowing it with delight. She told me she liked it a lot. Then she opened her eyes and told me I’d made her orgasm very hard. She’d had a lot of pleasure and loved everything I’d done to her. And she told me it was now her turn to fondle me and give me pleasure.
I liked the way she behaved and reacted while I fondled and licked her. I also really enjoyed seeing the power of her orgasms. It gave me a great satisfaction to see how much I could make her come, whether with my mouth, my hands, or my cock, and how much she loved it. It was a very good sign for the future. It showed us how perfect we were for each other, which gave us hope of loving each other for a very long time, maybe even for the rest of our lives, if we were lucky.
Our future looked bright, and my depression was well on its way to recovery now. Soon it would be nothing more than an old bad memory, doomed to be forgotten.
She took my cock in her right hand and stroked it. It was already hard after what I’d just done to her, which had really turned me on and given me much pleasure.
After a short while, her loving strokes made my erection even harder. Still lying on top of her, I placed my right hand on her chest, stroking each of her boobs. Their nipples were erect and hard.
After a few minutes of very pleasant mutual fondling, I suggested we lick each other’s sex, making a 69. This would increase our sensations much more, and we’d give pleasure to each other simultaneously. She said she’d like to try it, but didn’t know how we should go about it. So she asked me to explain what I expected her to do.
I got on my back and asked her to lie on me, head to toe, putting her cunt on my mouth and taking my cock in her mouth to suck and lick it. I also asked her to take my balls in her hands to stroke and massage them. For my part, I’d lick her slit up and down. And I’d put one or two fingers in her vagina to stimulate the inside, especially her G-spot, and I’d stroke her boobs or buttocks with my other hand.
She told me it all sounded a bit complicated to her, but she’d love trying it. “When we’ve cum as much as possible together,” she said, “we’ll each swallow the juices produced by the other, and then we’ll kiss on the mouth to exchange what’s left.”
She lay down on top of me as I’d just explained and put her thighs on either side of my head, and clamped her vulva over my mouth. I stuck out my tongue and started licking the whole length of it. She put both her hands between my thighs to take my balls in her hands. She took my dick in her mouth and started licking the top of my pee-hole. Then she gradually shoved it in while swirling her tongue around my dick-head.
She bobbed her head up and down around my cock, taking it out and in a little deeper each time in her mouth toward her throat. She did it until she took over three-quarters of my length inside, but apparently not all of it.
Meanwhile, I licked her slit all the way up and down, from the entrance of her love tunnel to her clit. I took her clit between my lips and uncapped its very sensitive tip with my tongue. I rubbed it, causing Christine to flail at my mouth and moan around my cock. I pushed my right middle finger into her vagina and stroked her G-spot, pressing it progressively harder.
Our mutual caresses and stimulation lasted over a quarter of an hour, accompanied by moans from both of us and Christine’s increasingly loud cries. Our crotches moved in sync as our arousal increased.
I added my left middle finger into her vagina to wet it thoroughly with her girl juices. At this time, there was a finger from each of my hands inside her, filling her up because of her tightness. I moved them against each other, trying to open her vagina more, with little success, while sucking her clit still in my mouth. It quickly triggered more chaotic movements of her body.
Her orgasm was near. I withdrew my left middle finger from her cunt, soaked with her girl-juice, and placed the tip at the entry of her anus. She let out a scream, muffled by my cock deep in her mouth. Her body tensed. I pressed my left middle finger against her asshole and stroked it for a short while, pushing just the tip in.
This contact triggered her orgasm, so I pushed the full length of my finger into her and moved it inside. After holding my balls tightly in her hands for a while, she squeezed them more vigorously, which triggered my orgasm. We climaxed together loudly. I shot at least eight big jets of semen into her mouth, which she swallowed, and she filled mine with her girl juice, which I swallowed with delight.
We stayed in the same position for a few minutes, her on top with my dick pressed into her mouth. She kept on squeezing and stroking my balls with her hands. I was underneath with my lips tight on her clit, one finger in her vagina in contact with her G-spot, the other pressed into her anus. Our movements gradually slowed, then stopped.
I withdrew my fingers from inside her and released her vulva. She raised her head to take my cock out of her mouth and turned her body around in order to face the same way as me. She stuck her mouth on mine for a long kiss where we exchanged the girl juice I’d kept in my mouth and the share of sperm she didn’t swallow.
She stayed on top of me to recover from her efforts and emotions. I held her tightly in my arms for a good fifteen minutes, happy with the pleasure we’d been able to give each other with this prodigious and unforgettable first 69 together. It was the first one of a long series, hopefully, which made us cum so much.
After she recovered, Christine told me, “It was fantastic. You gave me an amazing pleasure of breathtaking intensity. My whole body shook. It was as if an electric current was running through me, giving me strong feelings of pleasure and making my vagina contract. It was wonderful. I’ll never forget what you just did to me and the pleasure you gave me. I’m thrilled to be yours and I want it to last forever.”
“I received so much pleasure from you the whole time we were fondling each other, I was ecstatic. And I’ll never forget what you did to me, too. It was exceptional, and I’m thrilled to be yours forever.”
“I still feel very horny. Now I want you to sink all the way inside me and make love to me all over again.”
“I’d love to, but my dick is soft now. You’ll have to get it ready to work again.”
“No problem. I’ll do the right thing at once.”
She moved down my body until she had her head level with my dick to take it in her mouth. She took my balls in one hand to fondle and squeeze them. She licked and sucked my cock intensely for a few minutes, which quickly gave me renewed vigor.
Considering I’d got all my strength back, she moved up my body and gave me a big loving kiss on the lips. Then she got on her back, spread her thighs wide and said, “Honey, get into me now, sink all the way inside me. Make love to me and give me pleasure. I love you very much.”
I lay on top of Christine and put myself between her wide-open thighs. She took my cock in her hand and positioned it at the entrance to her love tunnel and told me, “Sink all the way into me, I’m ready to receive you. Make me cum once more and fill me with your sperm.”
I thrust forward and gradually sank into her until my pubes was resting on hers. Our pubic hairs were blending together and my cock was deeply in her, in contact with her cervix. I stayed still for a few minutes so that her tight vagina could get used to my being inside her again.
I moved in and out of her, slowly at first, withdrawing my cock without pulling it out completely, then alternately pushing it all the way in. She followed my movements at the same pace as I did, to increase their amplitude.
After about two minutes, I changed my movement, locking my dick deep inside her and rubbing my pubic bone back and forth against her clit at the same speed. She said, “What you’re doing to me is very good. You’re turning me on strongly, keep going, don’t stop,” and started moaning louder.
I continued as instructed, going progressively faster and harder, accompanied by her moans of pleasure. She wiggled under me more and more for several minutes, following my rhythm, until she cried out, “Yes, yes, it’s fantastic. I’m gonna cum, it’s coming.”
Her body suddenly stiffened, her breath interrupted. Her vagina contracted in jerks on my cock and her orgasm erupted, powerful and loud, lasting probably over thirty seconds. And she emitted a good amount of girl juice.
Still thrusting into her and stuck deep, I stopped moving for around two minutes to get my arousal down. I wanted to let her calm down and give her a second orgasm before cumming myself, as much as possible at the same time as her. Then I put my mouth on hers for a long French kiss.
After calming down a little by kissing her, I gently resumed my back-and-forth motion, sliding my cock from her vaginal entrance all the way down, hitting my pubic bone against hers each time. I gradually quickened my pace, and she moved in opposition to the same rhythm.
A little later, without coming out of her, I took her legs with my arms and folded them until they reached her shoulders and I leaned on them. I continued to move back and forth, speeding up more and more. In this position, where she could hardly move, she presented her vagina much higher up, allowing me to sink even deeper.
I picked up the pace again and slammed harder against her pubic bone, making her scream louder and jerking around under me, as she tried to pull me even further inside her. I could feel her orgasm was close, and I was about to cum, too. I had to make us cum simultaneously.
Suddenly, she let out a loud cry. Her vagina clamped down hard on my dick with a series of jerks pulling it inwards. This triggered my orgasm and my emission of several jets of semen which filled her vagina again. She climaxed simultaneously with me with great intensity in a powerful orgasm.
I then stopped moving and let myself go with all my weight on her. I remained in this position for several minutes until she asked me to free her legs. Then she laid them on top of mine, keeping my dick inside her. Exhausted by our efforts, we remained in this position, me on top of her with my cock buried deep inside her, her legs on mine, holding me tightly against her, and we both fell asleep almost simultaneously.
We slept for around two hours. I was still on top of her in the same position and finally woke up because I felt the temperature was decreasing and we had to put a blanket over ourselves. Christine was still sleeping.
I tried to grab the sheet and blanket at the bottom of the bed with my feet without pulling my rather softened cock out, as it was still partly in her vagina. I did my best to avoid waking her up, but I couldn’t. She woke up and smiled at me, still half asleep, said “I love you” and gave me a big loving kiss on the mouth. Then she asked me what I was trying to do, which I explained to her.
I pulled the sheet and blanket up over us and turned the light off. I got her onto her left side and spooned myself up behind her. I took one tit in each hand and hugged her, saying “I love you” several times.
She spread her legs, put her right hand between them to grab my cock behind her, and put it in her crack. She adjusted its head the closest to the entry to her vagina and tightened her thighs to lock my cock in between. And we went back to sleep snug against each other in this nice and full-of-love position.
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End of Part 4 – to be continued
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