I was 17 when I had my first blowjob, and I'll remember it all my life. One day in July, I was on school vacation, and my mother went into town to do some shopping. Before leaving, she told me to stop by her friend Chantal's house to return the books she'd lent her. My mother insisted, "Don't forget, Laurent, it's been a while since I owed her, okay?" "Yes, yes, okay, Mom." After my mother left, I got dressed to go out and see Chantal, whom I know very well because she often visits my mother. I like her a lot, and I know it's mutual because she's always very kind to me. Her house is about 500 meters from ours in our small country village. An hour later, I rang Chantal's doorbell. She opened the door wearing a slightly sheer dress with a plunging neckline that barely concealed her ample bosom, which she wasn't wearing a bra. "Ah, Laurent, my little darling, you've come to return the books. Come in, sweetie, I'll make you some homemade coffee. You'll see, it's fantastic!" "Thank you, Chantal, yes, I'd love that. I adore your coffee; it's always excellent." "Come on in, come into the living room. It'll be comfortable here. Robert isn't here; he's away at a seminar for three days." Robert was her husband, and I knew him very well too, because my parents and they had gotten along wonderfully, long before I was born. "Sit down, sweetie, I'll make the coffee." So I sat down on the huge sofa in the living room and waited for my mother's friend to return. She came back ten minutes later and sat down next to me, putting down the tray and leaning forward. I saw her enormous breasts, which weren't wearing a bra, and I was disturbed because it was the first time in my life I'd seen a woman's breasts so large, especially without any support. I was truly flustered, and Chantal noticed. "Well, what's wrong, my little Lolo? You're all red. What's going on?" "Uh, uh, no, nothing, nothing, Chantal, it's fine." She poured me coffee and we chatted about this and that. After about twenty minutes, she moved closer to me on the sofa, one of her hands landed on my thigh, and she said, "You've grown so much, you're a real man now, you've got hair on your chin!" I blushed again as her hand wandered up my thigh and towards the bulge in my jeans. Her hand lingered there for a moment, and she smiled at me, looking at me. "A real little man today, Lolo." I was completely flustered by what was happening to me and by this wandering hand that was tracing the entire bulge in my pants. Her hand didn't leave that spot for a second while we talked about this and that, her thumb and forefinger kneading my penis through the thick denim of my blue jeans.She looked at me and asked, "Have you ever had a woman's hand there, sweetie?" Flustered and bright red, I stammered, "Uh, well, no, no, never. I don't have a girlfriend." "So you're a virgin, my little darling?" Her question made me even redder with shame, and I felt hot. I didn't answer, and Chantal continued to wander her hand over me, kneading with her fingers. She brought her face close to mine and kissed me on the cheek. She turned my head towards her and kissed me full on the mouth. Her tongue explored my mouth; it was the first time that had ever happened to me, so you can imagine my embarrassment. I felt hot, I was trembling. "He's trembling, sweetie," she said. "Don't be afraid, I'll put you at ease, you'll see!" Her mouth greedily took mine again, and her tongue penetrated my mouth in a way I couldn't have imagined. I felt Chantal's saliva mingling with mine, our saliva flowing from our mouths. Chantal's mouth was overflowing, and I could feel mine flowing too. The kiss was becoming more and more languorous and so pleasurable that I let myself go and began to feel less and less uncomfortable. She moaned during the kiss, and I felt her hand pressing harder and harder against the bulge in my pants, which was growing larger and larger. One of her fingers began to gently trace the path down my zipper. The languorous kiss went on and on. I was starting to feel at ease. She knew what she was doing. Can you imagine, a 50-year-old woman, while I, at 17, am just a child next to her? Her saliva dripped down my cheeks, and the lady began to lick it off. It was gentle and delicate of her, and I let her do it without flinching. Her hand started moving up towards the button of my jeans and the belt. She loosened it gently and spread the two sides apart. The zipper of my fly clicked, and two fingers slipped inside, moving up towards the button. My thumb and forefinger immediately popped it open without any difficulty, and I found myself with my fly completely unbuttoned in front of Chantal, who continued her languorous, sloppy kiss. Her fingers caressed my penis through my briefs now, and my erection was becoming uncomfortable and increasingly difficult to bear. Her fingers caressed the entire length of my penis through my briefs, and she said, "You've never had this done to you before, have you, little one? It's soft, it's nice, isn't it?" "Too uncomfortable, I didn't answer, but my penis was growing and lengthening more and more. My fingers ran along its entire length; it was indeed soft and pleasant. No one had touched my penis until now, and it had a devastating effect on me. I felt my foreskin become wet, and a stain was surely appearing on my underwear by now."She gestured for me to stand up and immediately pulled my pants down to my ankles. "You look cute in your briefs, you know, and they're nice, by the way. Does your mother buy them for you?" She gazed at me for a good while, her eyes fixed on my penis through the briefs. She looked at me, smiling, and tilted her head from side to side as if to get a better look. Then she caressed my penis through the briefs and brought her mouth close to kiss it. "It's soft, isn't it, sweetie?" I still didn't answer, terrified by what was happening to me. "You're not answering, my little darling. Isn't it pleasant? Isn't a little kiss nice?" "Uh, uh, yes, yes, ma'am." She continued her tender kisses through my briefs, her tongue licking my penis through the fabric. I was very embarrassed by the situation. My penis was visibly growing through my briefs, to the point that the elastic was stretching and the base of my glans was visible at the top of the briefs. Chantal continued her kisses through the soft fabric, and when she saw the base of my glans appear, her blood ran cold. She grabbed both sides of the briefs and began to slowly pull them down. My penis was halfway out when Chantal exclaimed, "Oh, it's popping out of the briefs, the naughty girl, isn't it? Chantal's kisses have had quite an effect on her, it seems!" While commenting, she continued to sensually slide the briefs down. When they reached mid-thigh, she stopped sliding them down and began to admire my penis and balls. "Oh, it's so cute, and not much hair yet. I love it, it's adorable!" "My briefs reached mid-thigh and my penis was stiffer than ever, not yet uncircumcised but stiff enough to break rocks with it. The lady contemplated my penis for a good while without saying anything but suddenly started making kind comments, "Hmm, how cute, a real little darling of a penis and a good size, my dear." I didn't know what to say to such comments, already quite embarrassed to be undressed in front of Chantal. One thing was for sure, I had a hard-on like a thoroughbred! She brought her mouth close, stuck out her tongue, and began licking my cock from tip to tip, taking her time with each stroke. She reveled in the act, her soft tongue gliding over my balls and slowly tracing its way up my stiff shaft. When she reached the head, she teased it with quick, short flicks of her tongue. She was incredibly skilled at it. I watched her lick and found her beautiful; her face was radiant, her eyes sparkling with happiness, and little moans escaped her pretty red lips. "You like that, don't you, you little rascal?" "Uh, uh, yes, Chantal, it's soft, it's good." She began to whimper even more and licked my cock even more slowly. Her tongue must have passed over its entire length a good hundred times, lapping it up like a little puppy.It was cute to watch. For over 30 minutes she'd been licking my cock and balls. I was harder than ever, my foreskin was retracting on its own under the strokes of her tongue, and Chantal noticed. My glans was quickly exposed, ...

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