Last year, in my freshman year of college, I answered a bulletin-board ad that read, “Housing Female,” for a dirt-cheap off-campus apartment. At the address, I was surprised when the “Jean” of the ad, who I assumed was a woman, turned out to be a man in his 30s with a thick French accent.
I accepted his invitation to come in (maybe because he was so good-looking?) and learned he was separated from his wife and was looking for a female tenant. He explained, “Guys can be a pain, and get drunk and cause damage.”
I rented the place, and to keep my rent low did chores: housework, laundry, cooking, that sort of stuff. Jean called me his “little wife” and gave me pecks on the cheek. One day, after about seven months, I was cleaning and vacuuming when my right breast sort of popped out of the loose shirt I was wearing just as Jean walked by. He kissed the boob, swirling his tongue around the nipple and sucking it lightly. I was instantly turned on, which encouraged him. He lifted my dress and licked down my belly, teasing my belly button along the way.
He licked the front of my white panties and pushed in with his tongue, pressing the panties between my lips. He gripped the waistband and slowly pulled them down until they fell to my feet. As I stepped out of them, he sank his tongue in my pussy, eating it better than anyone ever did, before or since. His fingers probed not only my pussy but my butt, until I came so hard that my legs gave way.
Jean lowered me to the floor, removing my dress, and spread my legs, then put his tongue back to work on my pussy and got me all worked up once again, then rolled me over so he could lick my rear hole—the first time anyone had ever done that to me. It was wickedly incredible. I told him it felt weird but good too.
He asked if I’d ever made “complete love.” I knew what he meant and said no. He said he was going to make me a complete woman. He got some lube and with his finger worked it into my butt, which felt even weirder. After a few minutes he got on my back and I felt his dick start pushing in. He told me to relax, and I tried, though it wasn’t easy at first. Finally it turned into warm sliding, until he told me he was all the way in. I never felt such a full feeling. He went in and out for a long time and said to rub myself, which I did. I had a climax that had me screaming and breathless.
He tongued my ear, calling me his “dirty American schoolgirl.” What a turn-on! He moaned and shot in my butt. He collapsed on top of me, panting, I felt his heart pounding against my back. It’s still the most intense sex I’ve ever had—even though we’ve fucked a lot since then and I’ve had sex with other guys too. Each time is good, but I’ll never forget that very first time with Jean. —L.N., Columbus, Ohio