Sylvie – my first “sexperience” – part 8 (true story)

My first sexual experience at age 13 with my cousin age 11 goes on: now comes the sad end of our sex/love story which was the happiest time in my life

If you haven’t read them yet, read Part 1 first, then Part 2 to 7 to get the full beginning of the story in the first and second week, and first half of third week.

CHRONOLOGY OF EVENTS – THIRD WEEK (continued)

Wednesday 23, Thursday 24, Friday 25 July:

I grouped these last three days together as, while we both still had plenty of sexual activity during this time, with several orgasms for each of us every afternoon, under the same conditions as the previous ones, our creativity in the field had well and truly diminished. Having found nothing really new to do, we repeated many of the experiments we already did together and much enjoyed, either identically or with minor changes. There was little point in recounting them in detail, as they would have been mere repeats of things we already did and that I already presented, so I limited myself to a short summary of what we did each day.

The schedule for these three afternoons was the same as for the previous days: early afternoon sexual activities in the garden lounge, followed by a walk to the park at around 4.30 pm. In the park, we took a romantic stroll, sat on a bench to talk about what we did just before, and then returned to our homes around two hours later.

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On Wednesday, as she promised me, Sylvie offered me her show of lonely caresses (female masturbation, as we say today), which I still took great pleasure in and which aroused me greatly. She showed herself without any shyness nor fear, naturally happy to see the delight I took in watching her. I came and licked her pussy to collect the girl juice she produced, feeding some of it into her mouth and swallowing the rest.

Like the previous time, this was truly the most beautiful show I witnessed in my short life, and I’ll certainly miss it a lot. At best, I’ll have to wait until next summer, when I’ll be back at my aunt and uncle’s and can pursue my relationship with Sylvie, hoping that there won’t be any adverse unforeseen events in the meantime.

Having watched and admired her as she stroked herself made my cock stiffen very strongly. Sylvie saw it and asked me to lick her for a few more minutes to get her nice and wet, then to push myself gently and deeply into her and make love to her. As she was already lying on her back, I got right into it then sank deeply into her when she was wet enough. In less than ten minutes we both came at the same time very intensely.

I remained sunk into her without moving for several minutes, and she didn’t move during this time either, both of us enjoying the contact and the position. We exchanged many open-mouthed kisses and passionate “I love you’s”, then she told me she wanted us to do it again, staying in the same position. She started moving and squeezing her vaginal muscles on my cock to strengthen my erection, with success. When I was very hard again, I started moving in and out of her, which gave us a lot of pleasure for over a quarter of an hour. During this time, our arousal increased sharply, as evidenced by her moans and the amplitude and speed of her movements. We both came together simultaneously again, even harder than the previous time.

After our two consecutive orgasms, Sylvie told me how happy she was that we’d both made love with so much pleasure. As usual, she asked me to retrieve our mixture of my sperm and her juice from her belly and give it to her in her mouth. I pushed my index and middle fingers of my right hand as deep as I could into her vagina three times, collected most of our secretions and put my fingers in her mouth. She licked it all up greedily. Then I finished cleaning her with my mouth in her pussy and swallowed my crop of our mixture of fluids.

Then she licked and sucked my dick, swallowing everything she could gather. And she said to me with a smile “that was very nice, you taste very good”.

After, we went to the park for the rest of the afternoon, and we did the same thing as on the previous days.

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On Thursday, she wanted to try very fast penetration again. She asked me to do a 69 to make her as wet as possible. We stood head to toe, me on top of her with my mouth on her pussy and my cock in her mouth. As on the previous occasion, I licked her profusely to orgasm, and she sucked my cock until I cum into her mouth and down her throat, into which I penetrated quite deep.

My cock softened a little as we changed positions. I got on my back and Sylvie came and sucked my cock to get me hard again, which was fast. Then she came and straddled me and placed her pussy entrance right on top of my cock, which she then pushed into her very little, just to place it precisely. After, she came down on me in one very quick thrust and made me push into her as deep as she could. I banged very hard against the bottom of her vagina. She let out a little cry, then said, “You pierced me, that was very good, and I feel you embedded deep inside me, as one with me”.

She didn’t move for a full minute, then said “I want to do it again, don’t move”. She lifted herself up until my cock was at the entrance to her tunnel and let herself fall with a jerk, making my cock sink into her again very quickly and hitting it hard against the bottom of her vagina. She repeated the same movement five or six more times, each time hitting harder than the previous time.

Still straddling me with her hands resting on my chest, she began to move to and fro faster and faster on my cock thrusting inside her and asked me to match her movements by slamming into her as forcefully as I could, synchronizing my movements with hers. I did as she asked, with some difficulty keeping up with her relentless pace. Shortly afterwards, she let out a little cry, her breath stopped and she cum, squeezing my cock hard and jerking it with her vaginal muscles, triggering my orgasm, which was also very powerful, with a heavy production of sperm filling the bottom of her vagina.

She stayed straddling me for a while without moving to recover from her efforts, squeezing my cock hard in her belly. When she felt my cock started to soften, she squeezed me harder with her internal muscles and moved up and down to revive my erection. She soon managed to get me hard enough for us to go for another round. She asked me to make love to her gently and tenderly and make her orgasm.

She lay on top of me, her thighs spread wide, and started to move my cock in and out of her. I followed her movement, at the same rhythm as she did. She stuck her mouth over mine and inserted her tongue to play with mine. It was very pleasurable for both of us and lasted a long time, over twenty minutes at least, during which our arousal rose, our movements accelerated and our moans of pleasure increased.

Then her body tensed, her vaginal muscles squeezed my cock inside her tighter and we both came together with great force, her girl juice and my cum mixing deep inside her vagina. We stayed in the same position, my cock deep inside her for a long time until my cock softened and came out of her. Then we cleaned each other off by swallowing our secretions.

And we followed by going t the park for the rest of the afternoon, as usual.

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On Friday, she gave me again the wonderful show of her masturbation. I took great pleasure in watching her up close, which turned me on and made my cock hard. She took just as much pleasure in showing herself to me stroking herself and then cumming. I followed this up by licking her pussy and swallowing part of her girl juice, then deposited the rest in her mouth, which she swallowed with pleasure.

I then got on my back and she curled up against my left side. I took her in my arms, her head in the nest of my left shoulder, my left thigh squeezed between hers. She gently stroked my erect cock with both hands while rubbing her crotch on my thigh, which turned her on again and moistened her pussy more. With my right hand, I fondled her small breasts and pinched gently her nipples to increase her stimulation and her arousal.

After a few minutes of mutual excitement, she whispered in my ear, “I’m ready, come on top of me, sink deep inside me and make love to me”.

She got on her back, I positioned myself between her wide spread thighs and put my dickhead at the entrance to her vagina. She said “go gently and as deep as you can”. I sank into her slowly, pushed until my pubic bone touched hers and pushed again to go as deep as I could. Then I started to move in and out of her, and she moved in opposite direction with me at the same rhythm, moaning with pleasure.

Then she lifted her legs to gird me, pressing down on my buttocks. I gradually accelerated my movements and she met my momentum. After five or six minutes, I felt I was about to cum. I slammed harder into her belly which increased her moans, and also her arousal. After a few more deep, forceful thrusts, I felt her body tense up and her vaginal muscles squeeze my cock harder. I began to cum, my semen spurting deep into her vagina triggered her orgasm and the release of her girl juice. I kept moving for as long as I could feel her vaginal muscles squeezing me, then I slowed down my movements, so did she, then we both stopped moving.

She told me, “That was wonderful, I came a lot and I’m full of you. I love you very much, my darling”. I replied, “Me too, it was very good, you made me cum very hard. I love you too very much, my darling”.

I suggested we stay in the same position without moving and start again in a few minutes, if she could get me hard again in her belly. This she did, alternately tightening and loosening her vaginal muscles. When I was hard enough, we started again in the same way in the same position and again came simultaneously. It was wonderful for both of us.

After cleaning each other’s hands and mouths as usual, we started talking about our future, exchanging lots of kisses and passionate “I love you’s”. It was the last time we’d been together that year, our hearts were so heavy and we had tears in our eyes. My aunt and uncle were to drive me back to my parents’ house on the following day, Saturday, in the early afternoon.

But we had to stop pretty quickly, as it was time to go to the park for the last time this year. At the park, we continued our discussions and exchange of kisses, as passionate as ever. We agreed to write to each other regularly, telling each other about our lives in detail at least once a week, and to see each other again next summer. We decided to start at the beginning of September, as we were both going to a railway company summer camp for the whole month of August. She was going to Biarritz on the Atlantic Ocean coast, to an all-girls camp, and I was going to Cannes on the Mediterranean Sea to an all-boys camp, because back then we didn’t mix the sexes at summer camps!

EPILOGUE

On Saturday afternoon, my aunt and uncle took me back to my parents’ house in their car and returned to Aix-en-Provence on Sunday afternoon. My aunt told my mother that my stay had gone well and I’d got on very well with Sylvie, with whom I played every afternoon at home and then in the park. I don’t think she quite understood what we spent our afternoons doing, but I do think she had a few suspicions after hearing my aunt tell my mother that Sylvie was very cuddly with me.

After my aunt and uncle left, my mother asked me questions about my relationship with Sylvie, to which I gave vague answers. I had to admit I got on very well with her (after all, we’d known each other for ten years) and we decided to write to each other regularly. She accepted my replies without further insistence, but certainly remained somewhat suspicious, as she saw very clearly I was very sad not to be seeing Sylvie as I had done during those three weeks. As I was leaving for summer camp for the whole month of August the following week, she made the assumption (wrong in my opinion) that I’d get over it and certainly forget her soon enough.

My time at summer camp went well, but I thought a lot about Sylvie, without being able to masturbate because there were twelve of us boys all the same age in a big tent with the monitor watching us. It was a difficult challenge after the exceptional three weeks I just lived through. The camp came to an end and I returned home at the end of August. When I arrived home, I found a letter from Sylvie waiting for me. She wrote it from her summer camp two days before returning home.

She told me what she did during her time at the summer camp, especially a lot of sport, particularly of course swimming. She wrote that she thought about me all the time, missed me a lot and was sad without me. She added a series of “I love you’s” at the end of her letter. I crushed some tears at the end of my reading. The next day I wrote to her, telling her the gist of what I did at the camp, including lots of sport, swimming and underwater hunting, and of course I concluded my letter with a series of “I love you’s”.

We continued to write to each other regularly, as we promised, recounting our daily lives and reiterating our love for each other. We also told each other about our masturbation in bed at night before going to sleep, each of us thinking very passionately about the other at that time.

In her letter of mid-November, she told me she’d been having severe pains in her belly for a few days, which, according to her mother, heralded the imminent arrival of her first period. As she already explained to me what it was, and informed me it was due to happen soon, I knew right away what she was talking about. She told me her mother warned her when she got her period she would be fertile from then on and could therefore have a baby after intercourse. I deduced from this we would no longer be able to make love freely as we did this summer, which upset me. What’s more, birth-control pills didn’t exist in Europe at the time, let alone free abortion.

About a month later, a week before Christmas, she told me her period had arrived. She’d lost a significant amount of blood and was in a great pain for three days, before the pain gradually disappeared. What worried her now was this would happen every month for many years, as it does with all girls, and she was afraid that the same pain would come back every time. Her mother tried to ease her mind, telling her at first it was always more painful, but that it normally decreased with time.

For Christmas, we exchanged even more passionate letters, sadly regretting that we couldn’t be together for this family gathering. We used to spend Christmas with our respective grandparents, and unfortunately (or fortunately) they weren’t the same people nor in the same town.

For my fourteenth birthday, beginning of January, she sent me a short poem of her own composition to our love forever, evoking what we did last summer, and what she hoped for our future together. It was very touching and brought tears to my eyes.

At mid-March she turned twelve. She sent me two different photos of herself taken on her birthday and enlarged. She asked me to take a good look at her breasts, so I could see they increased in volume, which was true but only the beginning. She was also wearing her first bra. She told me her pubic hair just started to grow, and she was sorry she didn’t have a photo to send me.

In the beginning of May, the sky sort of fell in on our heads, but we didn’t realize it right away. My maternal grandfather, a widower for six years, died at the age of 86. This death caused a great deal of turmoil in the family. According to my mother, my uncle, the only son and eldest of the family (one son and four daughters), tried to take the lion’s share of my grandfather’s inheritance, which wasn’t huge but still quite substantial. My mother broke off all relations with her brother a few weeks after, and the sharing was settled in court later.

As a result, I didn’t see my aunt and uncle again, and the break-up lasted 25 years. So, my stays with them in Aix-en-Provence came to an end, and the break with Sylvie was unavoidable: being too young, there was no way we could see each other again without my uncle or aunt, as our parents would not have accepted our meeting elsewhere.

We continued to write regular love letters to each other for almost three years. Sylvie kept me informed of the growth of her breasts and pubic hair. I also kept her informed of my cock’s growth in length and thickness. Each of us hoped to see the other again and see the results for ourselves, but to no avail. But as the French proverb says, “loin des yeux, loin du cœur” (out of sight, out of mind). After two years, our exchange of letters began to dwindle and finally ceased within a year, which was very sad.

I never saw Sylvie again. It was very difficult for me to bear, and for her too. I’ve never met any girl like Sylvie, and that’s a real pity. I never found in any other girl the equivalent of her spontaneity, her naturalness, her innocent curiosity about things sexual and her willingness to seek out novelty and experiment with it, the complete gift of herself, her absolute trust and unconditional love for me and so much more. Maybe it was simply due to our very young age and lack of maturity, as well as the very short duration of our unforgettable romance? It was the happiest time in my whole life. Maybe it was due to something else too, but what? Maybe, as Michel de Montaigne (the great 16th-century French philosopher) said “because it was her, because it was me”.

I didn’t hear from her again until after my mother and uncle made peace, a quarter of a century after our wonderful and unforgettable adventure. By then, my aunt told me Sylvie had been married for several years, had two children, and she was a Biology professor in a major senior high school in in the Marseilles area. I didn’t ask for any further information, as I was with my wife and my two young children at that time, and didn’t wish to have to answer any potentially embarrassing questions from them.

THE END

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