True Stories: My Holiday MILF.

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by Jean-Paul

My name is Jean-Paul and I’m French. Sorry if I write too much just want to detail my experience to your readers about how sph turned my way and how I was meant to embrace it. Hope you enjoy foreign contributions even they are not perfectly written. So please forgive mistakes as English is my second language.

It all goes back to my early twenties. I was pretty dumb and immature and didn’t know much about relationships. I had a very puny body and a decidedly small and thin dick of 6.5cm erect. I had only slept once with a girl in high school who had jerked me off, but had never had real intercourse. So technically I was still a virgin. All I thought about was meeting girls, whoever would want to fuck me would just do. Living in a small town in South France where everyone knows each other didn’t make it easy meeting new people.

My best mate was always successful with girls so I hung around him hoping to get some of his leftovers. Yeah I know it sounds pathetic but that was my mindset back then. So for summer vacation he suggested we go to a Club Med in Morocco. It’s a famous French vacation resort chain. It’s like a village near the seaside with lots of services and activities in a cheap single package. It was also an adults only place so we knew from its reputation lots of young people went there to have fun.

So the prospect of meeting girls and having sex would be high we both imagined. It was all set until my friend had a parent die weeks before leaving. He had to cancel his trip, but I decided to go by myself since I had already paid and no refund was possible. The place was great, it had all the facilities you could imagine. It was crowded with young people and girls looked easy. It was mostly Europeans, French, Germans and some British too.

Initially I decided to hang out at the pool residence were I could spot people from my deckchair. I was looking for girls who were on their own and who I’d thought would be easier to approach. Being not very buff I felt self conscious around people fooling around in the pool so I mostly stayed on my deckchair with a bunch of magazines even keeping my t-shirt on. In the evening there were many group activities so I joined fitness and tried hooking up with 2 cute girls who looked my age but got politely turned down.

The next day was no better. I didn’t have a clue, maybe I was too clumsy or they thought I was geeky all on my own. That was until I met a group of four milfs who had arrived the same morning. Actually they were looking for check in and one had trouble carrying a broken suitcase so I helped her and showed them around. The woman’s name was Sandrine and she thanked me and they all went to check in and get their room keys. Later as I was at the pool they all came down and sat next to me when they recognized me on my deckchair.

Sandrine was a tanned brunette she had put a yellow tiny bikini on which left little to imagination. Curvy, she had thick thighs, her smooth belly bulged a little and half her ass was sticking out but I thought she looked hot. Her friends were in similar bikinis and wearing mules. Anyhow we all started talking since we were all French so it was easy to get acquainted. They were work colleagues from Paris mostly divorced with kids and had come to relax and have a good time.

They asked me about the place and activities since it was their first time here and then they invited me in the pool. Two couples were playing beach ball and offered we joined them. We had fun. The women were very funny and lively. I found Sandrine to be a bit raunchy and straightforward but I was just glad to finally find people to hang out with and be part of a little group. I didn’t think I had a chance with any of those ladies though, besides I wasn’t particularly into milfs, I just didn’t seem to attract girls my age.

We kept meeting for activities like aqua gym, had lunch and went clubbing so even though I tried hooking up with a couple more young chicks I always ended up with that group for not wanting to be left alone. Anyhow one early afternoon it was unusually scorching heat and I was at the pool drowsy. There weren’t many people and Sandrine came down alone, her friends were taking a nap. We talked a bit and then went in the pool to cool off and started fooling around. We goofed around and played silly games like wrestling.

I tried unhooking her top and she tried pulling my trunks down. It all kinda led to sensual flirting without me being really aware. I think because of the weather and the drinks we both sort of felt the effect of heat which gave us an impulse to started petting in the water and then she sensuously French kissed me. I was surprised a bit stunned but let her do. I knew it would be my chance even if it was a obviously a one night stand. For all I didn’t give a damn, I just wanted to fuck for once in my life.

To cut it short it led us to her room. We were still dripping wet when she sat on the edge of her bed, unhooked her bra revealing a nice pair of tits and stripped off her bottoms showing her tan lines and trimmed pussy. She looked hungry for sexy, her eyes devouring me. I was just standing there, like a dummy, not sure what to do next. With her finger she just motioned me to come forward.

At that point I was trembling but terribly excited. She took over. She undid my swim trunks releasing my little erection which was already darting up. I immediately knew there was something wrong when she took a funny looking face and said “Hm… mm…” I can still hear the words in French ringing my ears “Et ben, c’est qu’il est drôlement petit dis-moi! Je parie que t’es encore vierge n’est-ce pas?” (Well, that’s awfully small! I bet you’re still a virgin?).

I left the word in French cause they sound special to me and left a lasting impression.

She wasn’t making fun of me but seemed genuinely disappointed and concerned at the same time. Looking into her eyes I saw a sweet-sorry face which made me instantly lower my head in shame and admitting silently to my virgin status and my smallness. Her voice took a different tone then when we were fooling at the pool. It was a sorry-sweet like voice, as if she didn’t consider me like a grown man anymore. I was left dumbfounded and just stood there speechless.

Of course I could’ve left, having the feeling I had deceived her in some way but I was just desperate for attention like expecting some pity fuck. But that didn’t come. God I had never felt so week in front of a woman before. Instead she started playing with my dick like it was some kind of oddity. She just ran her index along the small shaft and brushed against it, then just taped it’s head like to make it bobbing… and she kept saying “Oh le petit, il est tout excité hein!… petit…petit…petit” (Oh the little one is all excited isn’t he!… little… little…little…”).

In French the word ‘petit’ is also our word for ‘kids’, so it felt very embarrassing being called that way. I felt so submissive. It was almost like a mom instructing her boy. I don’t know if she was consciously into small penis humiliation but it seemed she had turned her initial disappointment into a little game. Precum was now leaking from my dick as she kept brushing her fingers along my little head. She said “Ta petite pine est si rose qu’on dirait une chupa chups (a lollipop brand) à la franboise” (Your little head is so pinkish that it looks like raspberry lollipop!) and this time giggled openly at my face!

Next thing she blows a kiss on the tip and says “Il est tout mignon quand même!” (It’s so cute though!) with a large grin.

Then she takes her tits and squeezes my tiny head between them. I felt on the verge of cuming. She continued patting the head and giving it little kisses. Then she flicked the head with the tip of her tongue several times and gave it little licks… she hadn’t even took it in her mouth yet I just came all at once emitting a little ‘uh’. I saw my little thing hadn’t spurted like when I usually jerked-off but instead was just dribbling long strings of cum. She quickly reached for her bikini bottoms and wrapped them around my dick cause I was dirtying the floor.

I was heavily panting and she kept saying “Allez petit, c’est bien mon garçon, lache la purée…” (that’s a good little boy, let if all out…) and she milked me dry in her bottoms.

She waited until I came back to my senses as I collapsed on the bed flat on my back and she continued wiping all the cum from my shriveling dick like she was affectionately cleaning a little boy and she took her bottoms to the bathroom sink running water and letting them drip. She told me to get up and go take a shower.

I felt really disturbed by this experience. I mean, cuming in her hand like that felt great on the moment but afterwards I felt pathetic as I came to my senses. It wasn’t what I had expected from a first sexual experience. Instead I had imagined taking her doggystyle and pleasuring her or at least giving her something. But I quickly realized I just wasn’t up to the task. It was all too obvious afterwards that such an experienced woman needed a lover with a minimum experience and with something that could at least fill her up and not my tiny pickle.

There were no needs for words it was just plain obvious to both of us but the truth hurt. Yet she was nice not to have rejected me like some young bitch. Then she asked me if I had enjoyed it to which I couldn’t deny. Just looking in her eyes I felt weak in the legs but still attracted to her in some way. She was not trying to embarrass me but she was rather caring and playful. She had enjoyed making me cum but at the same time she made it clear I was inadequate by her standards and that’s all I was going to get from her so I should be thankful.

I left soon after taking a shower as she said she would see me around. On my way back to my room I remember I was anxious. I kept thinking about what had happened and started to have mixed feelings. I was embarrassed but also felt a strange tingling. And then I started wondering what she would tell her friends. She was so outspoken so I was anxious to say the least. And boy I was right! So when we met the group again later at the pool that evening their attitudes had changed.

I don’t know what Sandrine told them but the other women who were always more contained and respectful to me started making allusive remarks as to whether we had done anything together while they were taking a nap. Sandrine denied jokingly saying, “Not much believe me girls!”.

It was like a little game with raised eye brows, knowing smiles, twinkling eyes and innuendos that slowly but surely made me understand they all knew in every details what had happened in Sandrine’s bedroom that afternoon. I felt very uncomfortable sitting next to them in just my trunks but then again I don’t know why I slowly started to get an erection as they started questioning me. Being usually so discreet I was now the center of their attention. And they were now very straightforward, saying, “Alors mon petit doigt m’a dit que tu en a une toute petite…” (So a little birdy told me you have a tiny one…).

I was ignoring their remarks a shrug and shot a dark look at Sandrine but I ended up letting them say what they wanted. I was sheepish and they all took advantage of it. Maybe it was the drinks, or because in a foreign country or the holiday break atmosphere, but they got more brash and one even asked it she could see it. I wasn’t conscious and didn’t know the SPH fetish even existed at the time though I realize now that their teasing was affecting me in many ways.

Inwardly I feared it, yet I couldn’t get myself to tell them to shut up and leave me alone. They were not mean by any way but very playful though when the booze hit em they could get nasty. One night at a club I was flirting with 2 English girls and when I came back after going to the toilets they were gone. I learned that Sandrine and her drunken friends had dropped by and revealed them my little secret. I was mad but couldn’t do shit. After that I only had 3 days left before going back home, but they made sure I would never forget them.

I got teased on many more occasions. Once I was pantsed by one of them as a jest as I was carrying their drinks right in the pool alley in front of a couple of strangers who were shocked. Another night we had gone for a midnight swim with other people but I didn’t want to get naked so they jumped me on the sand and stripped me of my trunks as the group cheered them on so I ran away back to the residence naked. By the end of the last day I almost didn’t care as I had been outed to almost every French speaking people they had befriended including the residence clerks and cleaning ladies a who were all mostly young Moroccan girls.

Yet I still had the hots for Sandrine though and on the last day I tried bedding her. She told me she liked me and I was cute and would be a great friend yet unfortunately she’d never let me fuck her. We even had a serious talk about my issues since she sympathized and cared that I shouldn’t feel bad about myself and that there were many other things that counted in a man other than his dick size. But she also confessed she was turned on by sexually humiliating me.

That was also a revelation to me as I didn’t know such women existed. I opened up to her and it made me feel good yet for the first time I understood why for some women size did matter in a sexual relationship. Before we parted I helped her pack and she even gave me a quick handjob in the bathroom shower before I left her room. I never met her again but that day I had entered a new realm of sexual pleasure that would have a lasting effect on me.

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