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What I'm going to tell you about happened 9 years ago, when I was 18. The events occurred during a weekend that I spent with my boyfriend at the time, Simon and his parents, John & Marie. His parents had decided to treat us to a weekend away in Paris, to celebrate his 19th birthday. I thought this was really nice of them, but also felt at the time it was a bit of a shame that they were coming as well. But seeing as they were paying for the trip, I was in no position to complain!

I’ve always kept a detailed diary, so even though the events occurred a while ago, the story's accuracy is genuine.

I'm 5ft 4, pretty curvy and I have quite a lot of meat on the bone. My skin is milky-white and I’m a natural redhead with long wavy hair that goes down to my waist.

It was the start of April in 2002. We boarded the train in London late-afternoon on the Friday and arrived in Paris later that evening. We were staying in a beautiful modern apartment that belonged to one of John's old school friends. Whenever he was away, he let his friends use his apartment. He lived along a beautiful Parisian street and the apartment had a spectacular view of the river from its rear-facing bedrooms. I was so excited, because it was my first time in Paris.

Simon and I got on pretty well. It was our first serious relationship and we'd been together for about half a year and had been sleeping together for 3 months. I was a bit more experienced than Simon. I had a brother, so I'd been fooling around with his friends for a little while, especially when he had sleepovers. Most of the time it was just innocent fun, but sometimes it was a little less innocent and even more fun!

On the Friday night we ate dinner at a nice small restaurant, just around the corner from our apartment. We had a full days sightseeing scheduled for the Saturday, which was also Simon's birthday, so we planned to have an early night. Simon's parents went for a walk after dinner, but as Simon and I were pretty tired from a full day at school and then the travelling, we decided to go straight back to the apartment. Also, it gave us a chance to have a bit of 'alone time'.

We took full advantage of our privacy. I started to rub the front of Simon's trousers in the building's elevator and by the time we opened the apartment front door, he was already nice and hard. We stumbled into the living room and I wasted no time in pushing him down onto the sofa and unzipping his flies. Once liberated, his cock sprang up to attention. I gave him a few good minutes of suck-time, but then thought we should take matters into our bedroom, to avoid an embarrassing situation with Simon's parents.

Also, I wanted to put on some lingerie that I had bought especially for this weekend. It was a sheer black nightie with thin shoulder straps and it was very short, barely covering my big round arse. It was also extremely figure hugging, so it left nothing to the imagination and accentuated my curves considerably.

I put on the nightie while Simon went to the bathroom. As he came into the room his eyes nearly popped out of their sockets, when he saw what I was wearing.

Simon sat on the side of the bed and I used my mouth on him for a few minutes, before going on my back and spreading my legs. I'm pretty flexible, as I've done a lot of ballet classes, which helps me get into all sorts of positions! Simon was by no means a bad lover, but he was only 18 years old and lacked the experience to really satisfy my needs. He had an average-sized cock, which admittedly did get hard easily, but unfortunately he tended to come fairly quickly and usually before I had come.

We fell asleep before 11.00pm and I woke up a few hours later and felt surprisingly awake. Simon was dead to the world and after lying awake for 15 minutes, I began to feel restless. I decided to go and get a glass of water from the kitchen.

When I got to the kitchen, I opened the fridge and poured myself a cool glass of mineral water. I drank it in one go and the bubbles in the water caused me to accidentally let out a loud belch. I heard someone say "bless you" and I almost died out of shock and then embarrassment, when I realized I wasn’t alone.

I walked into the living room and saw Simon’s father sitting on the sofa.

"I'm sorry John; I hope I didn't wake you up. I had no idea you were out here" I explained.

He laughed and said, "Don't worry Suzy, I'm still awake. Can't you sleep?"

"I fell asleep hours ago, but I needed something to drink. And Simon's snoring so loudly, he woke me up!" I replied jokingly.

"He gets that from his mother I'm afraid" John said apologetically.

John was softly spoken and very good-natured. In all the time I'd been with Simon, I'd never heard John raise his voice once. In contrast, Simon's mother was loud and outspoken. She didn't hide the fact that she wore the trousers in their relationship. I had sympathy for both John and Simon, because Marie bossed them about so much.

Simon didn't really look much like his father. Simon was tall and skinny, whereas John was about average height and well-built. He was in his early fifties and was almost completely bald, except for some grey hair around the side of his head and he'd developed a bit of a paunch. However, he had muscular arms, a friendly face and a winning smile. And I must admit; I was attracted to him from the moment I first met him.

The glare from the street lamps outside was filtered out by the partially open blinds, so although quite dark, there was also an enticing warmth to the lighting in the room. A half-empty bottle of whisky rested on the coffee table and John was holding a large glass tumbler. John didn't seem drunk, but he was even more laid back than usual, which suggested that his glass had been refilled a few times already. He was watching television and had a pillow behind his head and a blanket covering his legs. It was clear that he was going to spend the night on the sofa.

"Marie and I haven't been sleeping in the same room for a few months now. But we're trying to keep it from Simon, until after he's taken his exams and got into college" he explained.

I sensed his unease and awkwardness at this revelation, so I promised him that I wouldn't say anything to Simon.

He seemed quite sad and I thought he might like some company, "Do you mind if I watch some television with you?" I asked.

"Not at all" John replied.

I sat down next to him and John gave me some of the blanket. It was a large black leather sofa and it felt so comfortable to sit on. It hadn't really occurred to me that I was still just wearing my see-through nightie, but the room was pretty dark and I didn't think John had really noticed.

John gave me a rundown of the problems that Marie and him had been having. They barely spent any time together these days. John thought that she’d been having an affair, as she was no longer interested in him and never instigated anything between them sexually. They’d been like this for 6 months, so John thought it would be better if they slept in separate beds for now and then assessed the situation in a few months time. I guess he felt pretty rejected.

To be honest, I felt sorry for the guy. He seemed really nice, easy-going and always put other people ahead of himself. John ran his own hardware store, pretty much all on his own. He had earned a good living and provided well for his family. He had sent Simon to a fancy private school and bought Marie an expensive car, yet they both moaned that he didn't spend enough time with them. I got the feeling that his wife, and to an extent Simon as well, didn't appreciate all of the sacrifices that John made for them.

He continued to sip away at his glass of whisky. We were watching some old 1970's US police drama series, which had been badly dubbed into French. After a few minutes he asked me if I wanted some whisky, kind of jokingly and seemed surprised when I nodded at him. He apologized for not asking sooner and removed the blanket from his legs, so that he could go and get another glass from the kitchen.

I was a bit surprised to see he was just wearing a vest and boxer shorts, as I was only used to seeing him fully-clothed. I didn't want to cause him any extra effort, so I said "Don't worry, I only want a few sips, we can share your glass." I motioned for him to stay seated and without really thinking, took the glass from his hand and gulped its contents down. I wasn't used to such strong alcohol and I immediately felt light-headed and as though my body was floating. I handed the glass back to John, who poured another glass of whisky. He drank about half of it, I finished the rest.

During the advert breaks there were some very raunchy adverts, mostly featuring girls that were either scantily clad or completely naked, posing in all sorts of sexual positions, to entice people to call up telephone sex lines. I looked over at John and he seemed in a bit of trance. It was only after about six or so of these adverts had been shown that John remembered I was sitting next to him.

"I'm sorry Suzy; I hope you're not offended. Let's change the channel."

He proceeded to desperately flick through the television channels, in an attempt to escape the scenes of nudity. But comically, every channel appeared to be showing women in various states of undress. I laughed and told him that none of this bothered me and I wasn't easily offended. He seemed relieved to hear this, so he put down the remote control and let the sleazy adverts play.

Moments later he confided in me, "I haven't seen a pair of breasts in ages".

"On television, or in real life?" I asked.

"Both" he replied laughing, but with a sadness in his voice.

I was quite taken aback by this admission.

He continued, "I don't understand why so many girls have breast implants these days; I see no appeal in fake tits."

I was shocked by his use of language, but also excited.

Without thinking I said, "I agree, I'll always be all-natural". As I said this I threw off the blanket covering my chest and pulled down my nightie's shoulder straps, completely exposing my naked breasts.

I love the look on a man's face when he sees my breasts for the first time and John’s was no different. For a good few seconds he just stared at them open-mouthed, totally speechless.

Eventually he let out a slow "oh my" and his eyes never left my pert tits, that were illuminated beautifully by the light from the television.

Watching all those slutty adverts and having my boyfriend’s father stare at my naked tits, had turned me on immensely. In addition, the whisky had made me lose the few inhibitions that I otherwise might have had. My eyes caught a glimpse of some movement beneath the blanket just below John's waist. At first I thought I was imagining things, but I soon realized that the bulge under that blanket was getting bigger and bigger.

"So what do you think of these?" I asked, provocatively pushing my breasts together and slowly rubbing my already hard pink nipples.

I knew at this point that the blood in John's body wasn't flowing to his brain and the time for meaningful conversation was now over, but he just about managed to answer my question with "they're amazing".

I asked if he wanted to touch them, he nodded eagerly. He moved closer and within seconds was playing with my tits and cupping them gently. I started to moan the moment I felt his manly hands on me. He rubbed my nipples in between his thick fingers and it didn't take me long to pull his head down towards my tits, encouraging him to lick and suck on my nipples.

While John was burying his face in my tits, I started to rub the part of the blanket that was covering his crotch. I couldn't wait to see what was under there.

After a couple of minutes, I let out a slightly drunken giggle. John looked at me quizzically "Are you ok? Did I do something wrong?" he inquired, with a concerned look on his face.

"No, no" I said reassuringly, "It's just that Simon was sitting where you are earlier."

"And?" he asked.

"I gave him a nice sloppy blowjob" I explained.

"He's a lucky man" John surmised.

"You mean he's a lucky boy" I said, correcting him. And with that I pulled the blanket off his lap and threw it on the floor. I was greeted by the sight of John's cock, proudly poking out through the fly of his boxer shorts. Even at this young age, I knew instantly that John's was special. I thought Simon’s mother must be very strange. If I had a husband hung like this, I would never have let him sleep alone on the sofa.

I couldn't believe what was happening. It was now 3.00am and at that time if you're not asleep, the likelihood is there's a naughty reason keeping you up. Here I was in a swanky Parisian apartment, tipsy on whisky, with the most gorgeous cock in front of me. The fact that it belonged to my boyfriend's father, and his wife and son were sleeping in bedrooms just a few metres away, added further spice to the situation.

To this day, I've never seen a cock like John's. I had a sharp intake of breath when I saw it for the first time. Just looking at his dick made my mouth water and my pussy tingle. I desperately wanted to touch it and taste it in my mouth.

And I couldn't believe how much bigger John's cock was than his son's. It was huge, at least 8 inches long and it looked really distinctive, not unlike the shape of a Christmas tree. His cock's head was incredibly prominent and its body got wider as it went down. The base of John's dick was so thick that I struggled to get my fingers around it.

Within seconds I was kneeling on the floor, nestled between John's legs. He was sat upright, motionless just watching me, with a wide disbelieving smile on his face. I was now in the perfect position to truly worship his magnificent dick. I pulled his boxer shorts down and pulled his vest up over his slightly fat stomach. I took the glass from his hand and placed it on the coffee table at the side of the sofa.

I started by caressing his cock with my fingertips and kissing it from the bottom of the shaft to the top. I repeatedly licked at the really sensitive part underneath the top of his cock-head, whilst I cupped his balls tenderly.

After a little while I took him into my mouth and started to gently suck the top of his exquisite dick. My movements were soft and slow to start with. I could tell that John hadn't had any action for a long time, so I didn't want to rush things and have him come too soon, before I'd had the chance to savour him fully.

As we both got into a rhythm I began to suck harder and faster. I now had both hands on his dick and I was working them up and down, in sync with my mouth.

After a few minutes of this, John was moaning quite loudly, so I stopped sucking his dick and started to gently lick and suck on his balls. John's balls were as impressive as his cock; I could only imagine how much come was inside those balls.

I'd always liked to suck dick, but if I didn't know the guy well, I got him to wear a condom. I was worried about him coming in my mouth suddenly and without warning me. I had let Simon come in my mouth a few times, but I'd always spat his cum out in the toilet immediately afterwards.

But I didn't feel this way with John. The thought of swallowing, what I knew was going to be a huge load of cum, was an incredible turn-on for me.

Usually I wouldn't let any guy touch the back of my head while I was sucking his cock. I hated taking a dick too deep and it making me gag. But for some reason, I really wanted to deep-throat John's cock. I saw it as an exciting challenge and I desperately wanted to please him.

I reached out, took his right hand and placed it on the back of my head. All I wanted, was to serve his dick properly.

"Are you sure Suzy?" John asked.

"I want to feel your nice fat cock down my throat. Please push my head down and make me take it deep." I begged him.

After hearing that, his cock throbbed even more and his balls started to twitch uncontrollably. I knew it wouldn't be long until I received my much-anticipated reward.

I was frantically bobbing my head up and down on his dick. I had made it so wet and slippery that even his balls were covered with my saliva. I was now on all fours with my round arse sticking up in the air. My black nightie had ridden up over my arse and had gathered around my waist. My tits were bouncing around freely; John reached forward and grabbed hold of them, while I sucked his cock as though my life depended on it.

I felt so relaxed and turned on that I had no problem at all controlling my gag reflex; this meant I was able to really take his cock nice and deep. I was making those nice clucking sounds, as John pushed my head down and his huge dick hit the back of my throat.

John was struggling to control his moaning, "You're gonna make me come baby, please don't stop" he grunted.

I looked up at him with a mischievous smile and pleaded, “Please give it to me John, I need to drink your cum”.

I quickly knelt down again in between his legs and started to suck hard on the top of his dick, while I frantically wanked his cock with my right hand and played with his balls with my left hand. Within seconds he was coming. Spurt after spurt of warm cum hit the back of my throat and soon filled up my mouth. I lost count of the number of times I had to swallow; I didn't want to waste a single drop of his delicious cum.

After I'd swallowed his last drop and he’d started to go soft, I got up, kissed him on the forehead and went back to my bedroom.

I was so wet; my juices were dripping down my thigh. I got into bed and was relieved that Simon was still sound asleep and had his back to me. I did feel a bit guilty, because I had cheated on Simon, but uncontrollable lust was my dominant emotion. I was so horny; it felt like my pussy was on fire. I spent the next hour rubbing my clit and fingering myself. It was all I could do not to scream each time I came. I've never made myself come so much; I came 5 times, if not more. I couldn't stop thinking about John's massive dick and how amazing it would feel stretching me, deep inside my tight pussy.

I could still taste his cum in mouth as I fell asleep and had some extremely erotic dreams.

I was woken up a few hours later by Simon's clumsy attempt at spooning. I knew his dick was already hard, as I could feel it pressing up against my lower back. My pussy was still wet from the dreams I'd just had, so I pushed him onto his back and got on top, keeping my eyes closed the whole time. I told him not to say anything and just let me enjoy him.

I rode his dick for all I was worth, my hips bucked up and down faster and faster, until everything became a blur. I don't know how long it lasted, but this was definitely the hardest I had ever come with Simon. Luckily, he just managed to hold on until I came, it was a fantastic fuck and Simon thanked me for giving him an unforgettable birthday present. I smiled and kissed him on the lips, knowing it wasn't his cock that I had been thinking about.

I hope you've enjoyed reading this, as much as I’ve enjoyed remembering it all. I've never forgotten the 2 nights I spent in Paris. The following night was even more eventful. If you're interested and the votes are positive, I'll tell you what happened on the Saturday night in Part 2.

Thanks for reading!

Suzy xxx