Sylvie

I grew up in France in a really loving family. A great mom, a handsome dad, and a goofy but lovable younger brother. When I was 14 our family went on vacation to Italy. I met a girl there who was about my age. She spoke both her native langauge and English. I was just so impressed that she was bi-lingual and able to maneuver about so well because of her facility with two languages. Anyway, I vowed to learn English as well and began a discussion with my parents about doing a foreign exchange student experience. After much discussion they approved and, to make a long story short, in September of 2002 I flew to America to meet my host family, who resided in the suburbs of a large mid-western US city.

My host family was not exactly what I had expected: a father (Mitch, age 40) and his 16 year old daughter, Shelley. I soon learned that Shelley’s mom had died when she was only 6 years old. But it turned out to be a great situation. Mitch was a sucessful businessman and owned a great house with lots of room, plenty of charm, and some fantastic amenities (including an indoor pool!). He had signed on to host a foreign exchange student to give Shelley more companionship at home, as his work kept him busy and away from the home quite a bit. Shelley was a fun and easy-to-get-along-with girl, but I always detected a hint of sadness behind her cheerful facade. She loved her dad and they had a great relationship, but I think her missing mom was the source of a deep, quiet ache in her heart.

So Shelley and I hit it off and as I grew more comfortable in my new surroundings and our relationship deepened, I realized how lucky I was to have gotten this placement. Shelley became like a long, lost sister, and Mitch became a surrogate dad: supportive, caring, and funny. It didn’t take too long before I began to develop a little crush on him. He had a full head of wavy black hair, was trim and in great shape, and looked more like a late 20-something than an early middle age man. I began to tease Shelley about how yummy her dad was. She, of course, thought this was gross. Let’s face it: only in fantasy porn stories and sick families do daughters think of their dads as sex objects. I thought I was just joking, too. Boy, was I wrong.

About three months into my stay, Shelley had to spend a weekend away as part of a service group she worked with at school. Mitch promised to be around so I wouldn’t get lonely. I had made other friends at school, but didn’t yet know anyone well enough to hang out with on the weekends. Usually it was Shelley and me, and sometimes some of her friends, together. Besides, my English was still developing and it was easier being around people who had gotten used to communicating with me in my stilted English.

On Saturday, Mitch told me to get dressed in some nice clothes for a day and night out on the town. I was so excited! I knew it wasn’t a real date, but as I mentioned I had a little crush on Mitch and was really looking forward to being the center of his attention for the day. We headed into the city and spent the afternoon shopping (Mitch gave me a $100 gift card to spend at Macy’s!), viewing a Chagall exhibit at the city’s big museum, and going out to a really nice dinner at a romantic restaurant. Mitch was so sweet to me and fun to be with. Not flirty really (though I may have flirted a little), but just a real gentleman treating a young and impressionable girl like she was something special.

When we got home I thanked Mitch for a great day and gave him a hug. It really was an innocent gesture, but I have to say that it gave me a little thrill and I think we both blushed a bit. As it was only about 9:00 p.m., Mitch suggested that we get comfortable and watch a movie before heading to bed. I ran up to my room and picked out some pajamas to throw on, but then, on an impulse, picked out a pretty silk nightgown and put that on. It was a little daring, with a low neckline and a hem that came halfway up my thighs, so I threw a plush robe over the top for modesty’s sake. Oh … and I also changed into some silky red panties, not really considering why this was necessary. When I met Mitch down in the home theatre room (yes, the house had a comfy room just for watching movies on a big screen, with couches and a gas fireplace!), I was pleased to see him do a double-take when he spotted the nightgown between the open robe.

Mitch had brought in some chocolates and a half-bottle of champagne (he believed in young people learning to drink maturely and responsibly as they grew up), and we settled in on the long couch. Before he started the movie, Mitch offered a toast, saying how lucky he and Shelley had been to have us join their family, if only for a school year. I just had to tell him how much I loved it there and how I thought of Shelley and (blushingly) him as like my second family. So we settled in to watch the movie. Mitch had thoughtfully rented the classic French romantic comedy, “Cousin/Cousine”. I had seen it once before and I loved seeing it again. It is a pretty sexy movie and I kept looking over at Mitch and smiling at him. We were really just very relaxed and enjoying this experience together.

Despite the chilly temperatures outdoors, the room had really gotten quite toasty from the fireplace. I mentioned this to Mitch, who offered to turn off the fire. I said “No” … I really liked the fire, and asked if it would be ok if I took off my robe. Mitch hesitated for a second but then said “whatever make you happy”. I noticed that he watched me as I stood up and dropped the robe. I was facing the fire and wondered if he could see my body silhouetted through my nightie. I settled back down on the plush sofa and lay back on a pillow on one end, with my legs and feet extending over towards Mitch, my polished toenails standing just a few inches from his thigh. Mitch smiled at me, asked me if I was comfortable, and patted me on the feet. His hand rested on my foot and tingles danced right up my leg and straight to my private parts. I had to stifle a sigh. He started to take his hand away – No!, I thought – so I asked him if he would massage my feet, which were in all honesty kind of sore from all of the walking we had done that day. Mitch smiled and suggested that I scoot forward a bit and put my feet up on his lap to make the job easier for him. I did so and, in the process, could feel the hem of my nightie slide up from mid-thigh to the top of my thighs, just south of my panties.

Now, not to blow my own horn, but if you met me I think you’d agree that I’m a pretty girl: a cute face, a tight young body, a naturally tanned skin tone, and a fine pair of athletic looking legs, which were now fully on display for my handsome surrogate daddy! As Mitch began a great foot rub I did indeed begin to sigh openly and told him how great that felt. We were deep into the movie by now, but neither of us were giving it our full attention anymore. It was then that I realized that I was loving this, that I was getting pretty turned on and that, for better or for worse, I was sexually attracted to this fantastic, mature, worldly man. I may have been a 16 year old girl, but I was no baby. My body was ripe, I had some light sexual interactions with boyfriends back home, and I was, after all, a French girl. When he finished one foot I moved that leg aside so that the other could be given priority, and in so doing parted my thighs knowing all too well that my bright red panties and it’s tightly encased charms were outlined clearly for my surrogate daddy to see.

When he finished I sat up, moved across the couch, and gave Mitch a hug and a peck on the cheek, thanking him for the foot massage. I then nestled under his arm and against his side. Mitch’s arm came down across my shoulder and we snuggled together. At this point there was no denying the fact that my mind and body longed for intimacy. I can only imagine what Mitch, with a hot and sexy teenybopper melting into his side, was thinking. After a few minutes with no further progression, I decided to take action before reason took hold and seperated us. I stretched out again, but this time with my feet in the opposite direction and my head descending into Mitch’s lap, facing the television like I was just getting comfortable to continue to watch the movie, the side of my head resting on one of my hands. But that hand found more than just a fatherly lap to settle upon. For it also discovered something long and hard and pulsing beneath Mitch’s sleep pants. And very slowly, first with just one finger and then joined by it’s friends, I began to slowly begin a little massage of my own.

“Sylvie? Are you sure you want to be doing this?” Ok, there was no more pretending where this was headed. So in answer I turned my head in Mitch’s lap, looked up at him and nodded slightly, and then began a more pronounced massage of the stiff rod that was now straining against the fabric of my sugardaddy’s crotch. And then my face moved in and my lips and tongue began rubbing as well against the imprisoned member. Mitch’s hand moved to my head and he began running it through my hair. We were both ready to go down this path that we were embarking upon. I reached up with both hands and, with Mitch’s cooperation, pulled his sleep pants down a bit, freeing his impressive manhood. Freed from it’s restraints, it now stood up proudly. Curved backward and standing a good seven or eight inches tall, it looked beautiful enough to eat. And I ate. With Mitch’s hands encouraging me forward, my sweet young lips began kissing and licking their way up the stout member. Reaching the head, I pulled myself up, grasped the cock securely at it’s base, and descended down it’s length. I loved the smooth thickness in my mouth and, as I had read it should be done, began to suck and lick and bob like I had the yummiest lollipop in the world filling my mouth.

Much to our mutual pleasure I went down on Mitch for several minutes. He then shifted slightly and pulled me up. “That was unbelievable. You are so beautiful and I have never had anyone done something so sexy to me before. I love you.” He then brought me up closer and we kissed, first tentatively and gently, then deeper and more lasciviously, our tongues exploring each others mouths. Mitch lowered me to the couch and we continued to kiss, while his hand descended over the length of my body, stroking me everywhere but my most sensitive places. He then straightened and sat up, urging me up as well and then standing me before him. He then did something that surprised me. He said, “If you really want to do this, you’ll need to take off those clothes, nice and slow.” Well, there really wasn’t much to take off but I did it as sexy as I could, thinking that was what he wanted. Down went the panties and then slowly up and off went the nightie. I stood proudly before Mitch, my tight young body his for the taking. My breasts stood high and proud on my chest, my nipples as erect as they could be. I’m one of those girls whose nipples really extend when they get excited, and tonight they appeared to have reached record lengths of over half an inch. I reached up with both hands and rubbed my boobs, putting on a little show. It felt so good when I grasped both of my nipples between my fingers and twisted and pulled at them erotically. Mitch had seen enough. Up he came and his lips latched onto my nipples, sucking gently at first, then furiously. One of his hands dropped to my neatly trimmed crotch and began rubbing my hot, wet young pussy. Oh my God! I moaned and then almost screamed when first one, then another finger traveled up my hot hole. Working my vagina and clit alternately and rhythmically, within a couple of minutes Mitch worked me up to a crying, panting, explosive orgasm. I positively grooved on his fingers and gave my tits hard pinches to augment Mitch’s sucking. I came and came and came until I collapsed against Mitch, utterly spent.

Mitch picked me up and carried me over in front of the fireplace. He layed me out on a plush faux animal skin rug placed there. He lay beside me and gently stroked my face and body while I recovered. Coming back down to earth I reached up and pulled him to me, giving him a hug filled with love and gratitude. “Oh Mitch, that was so amazing. I love you and I want you to make love to me”, I said, with all sincerity. Then, not so innocently, I used my best sexy, breathy voice and whispered, “Fuck me, Mitch. Fuck my tight little cunt. I want you to fuck me. I’m a virgin. Fuck my virgin pussy.” I think he got the message. He kissed down my body, spread my legs, and ignited my passion again as he began to lick and eat my pussy. My hands pulled his head in tight and encouraged him to really go at it. This was a first for me and I loved it! I was building towards another orgasm but I wanted him in me. My hymen was history, the victim of tampons, an active childhood, and a few fingers – mine and a couple of boyfriends back in France – that had made their way up my vagina. But I was a true virgin. No cock had ever filled this young cunt. But not for much longer. Mitch’s beautiful long cock was hard as a rock and I wanted him to stuff me with it. I was so hot and horny and I wanted to spread my legs wide and get absolutely fucked. I pulled Mitch’s face off my crotch and up to me, kissing him passionately, tasting my own juices. “Fuck me, Mitch. I want it bad. Fuck me good.” My pussy was so wet and hot and my mind was so filled with lust that when he put his cock up to my opening and began to gently insert himself, I reached around to his ass with my hands and used my legs as well to suddenly plunge him in. “Fuck me hard, Daddy. Don’t be gentle. Fuck me real hard like a little teen whore. My pussy is so fucking hot.” And he did. He gave it to me like a jackhammer and within just a minute or two we both came like mad, groaning and shouting and straining against one another until his cock exploded against my cervix and filled my channel with hot, steamy cum.

And that, my friends, is how I lost my virginity.

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