Note: This story was dynamically reformatted for online reading convenience.
 
 Comments: This is the first of a three part story.  As always, this story
is fiction.  The author does not condone child prostitution in any form. 
The subject is presented for fictional exploration of the theme only.
Story_codes: M/f/child prostitute
Story_intro: "She was wearing white cotton panties with pale yellow
flowers on them.  As she stood before me almost nude, I had an opportunity
to truly appreciate her nearly teen body.  I doubt that she was more than
four feet eleven inches tall and probably weighed no more than eighty-five
pounds.  Her body was lithe and almost boyish, but her developing hips had
broadened and her legs were coltish and sexy.  She possessed the radiant
glow of youthful beauty that is unique to young girls.  Her marvelous
budding breast cones completed the picture of exquisite juvenile sexuality.
I could hardly believe that I was about to fuck her.

   Young Paris Pussy - Part I

   Written by Silvermountie

   (M/f/child prostitute)





   I was sent by my company to London to negotiate a new contract with our
European distributor.  The name's Alan.  Alan Bateman.  I work for a small
internet software company in the Silicon Valley, and our relationship with
the distributor had hit some bumps lately.  Our distribution contract with
them was about to expire, and things needed to be smoothed out quickly. 
Our young firm is still struggling financially and we couldn't afford to
lose a distributor that accounted for nearly forty percent of our gross
revenue.  My boss, Gary, gave me the green light to spend as much time as
it took to get things straightened out.  I think he choose me because, at
age thirty-seven, I was the oldest employee in the company.  Hell...  Gary
is only twenty-nine.  I guess he figured some degree of maturity was
required for the delicate negotiations.

   Things had gone better than I could have hoped.  Significantly, several
of my meetings with the distributor's representatives were lubricated with
countless pints of ale at some of London's finest pubs.  It's amazing what
you can get done when you're nearly shit-faced.  A new contract was signed
by early Wednesday afternoon, my fourth day in town.  I had provisionally
booked a return flight for the next Saturday evening, assuming it would
take at least that long to get a deal done.  Now the question was: Should I
book an earlier flight home?  Even though it was about 5:00 am in
California, I called my boss at home and gave him the good news,

   "Nice fucking work!" he exclaimed, rousing from sleep.

   "Thanks," I responded, trying to sound modest.  "It's no big deal."

   "The hell it's not," Gary continued.  "You might have just saved our
ass!"



   I decided to broach the subject of my return date while he was still
absorbing the good news.

   "Say....," I began.  "...I don't have myself booked to return until
Saturday.  I was wondering...."

   "Don't say another word," he interrupted.  "The next three days are
yours, buddy.  Enjoy!"

   "Thanks," I responded.  "That's very generous."

   "Nonsense," he responded.  "You've earned it.  Hey!...why don't you fly
your wife over to join you?  The company will pick up the tab for her
ticket."

   His offer caught me a little off guard.  My wife, Selena, and I had been
having some problems lately and I had jumped at the chance to take this
assignment to get away for awhile.  I wasn't sure how to respond to his
offer.

   "Well, actually.....I'm not sure I want to...," I began hesitantly.

   "You dog!," my boss interrupted, chuckling.  "You want to play a little
don't you?"

   "That's not...um, what I was....," I stammered.

   "Bullshit!" Gary chortled.  "Of course you want to play.  I don't blame
you.  Maybe try a little of that Brit nookie, eh?"

   I didn't know what to say.  My boss was basically suggesting that he
approved of my cheating on my wife and getting laid on company time. 
Before I could think of anything to say, Gary closed the deal.

   "I'll call your wife in the morning and tell her not to expect you until
next Sunday.  That ought to give you time to blow out your pipes," he said,
laughing.

   I could almost see him winking at me as he hung up the phone.

   It was two o'clock in the afternoon and I had seventy-two hours to do
anything I wanted to do.  I bought one of London's cheesy tabloid
newspapers from a vendor in a corner kiosk and headed for a pub.  I ordered
a pint of porter and knocked it back.  The cute barmaid brought me another
and soon it, too, was gone.  As I worked my way through the third pint I
scanned the personals section of the tabloid.  My eyes found their way to a
column titled "Escorts and Models".  There must have been thirty to forty
different ads for local escort services and independent escorts.  I had
never hired an escort before, but I was pretty clear on the fact that the
term "escort" was just a nice euphemism for "hooker" or "call girl".  I
hadn't gotten laid in nearly a month and my cock twitched at the sight of
the seductive pictures which accompanied some of the ads.

   As I leered at the ads, a young man about eighteen years old came by to
wipe off my table and collect my empty pint glasses.  He apparently noticed
my reading material.

   "Looking for a bird?" he inquired.

   "Huh?" I responded.

   "A bird...a chick.  You know....a girl," he continued.  I was having
trouble understanding him through his heavy accent.

   "Maybe," I said, cautiously.  I was feeling a little buzzed.

   The young man leaned in toward me, conspiratorially.  "I got me a
cousin. She's likes to party.  You know....for money.  She's one randy
little bird."

   I probably should have blown the kid off, but in my beer buzzed
condition I was curious.  "Yeah?  Tell me more."

   "She's twenty-two and she's got a great bum.  Fab tits, too." he
reported.  "She likes Yanks.  She'll do ya for a hundred quid."

   I did some quick math.  I had spent enough time in the UK to know that a
"quid" was a pound sterling.  At current exchange rates, his "cousin" was
apparently willing to "do me" for about $145.  The beer did the talking.

   "Will she come to my hotel?" I asked.

   "Give me your hotel and room number, old man," he continued.  "She'll be
boning ya in less than a friggin' hour."

   I wrote the information on a napkin and handed it to the kid.  I
wondered how much of the money he was going to get.

   About a forty-five minutes later I stepped out of the shower.  As I was
toweling off, I heard a loud knock on my hotel room door.  I quickly pulled
on my pants without underwear and opened the door.  A young woman was
standing in the hallway dressed in tight jeans and a leather halter top. 
She could have been anywhere between fifteen and thirty.  Her blonde hair
looked like it had been styled with an egg beater and she wore about two
pounds of make-up.

   "Tommy says you're looking to get yer nuts off," she announced without
introducing herself.

   "Yeah, I guess.....," I sputtered.

   Without waiting for a further invitation, she slid past me into my room.
I slowly shut the door and turned around.  She was already pulling off her
halter top.  Before I could say anything, she was naked from the waist up.
Her tits were not bad, but seemed kinda sagging for a twenty-two year old
woman.  She had a large tattoo of a Celtic cross emblazoned across her
stomach.

   "Come 'er, honey," she said.

   "Well, I'm not sure.....,"

   "Put the money on the table and get your dick out, honey," she
interrupted.

   Although not entirely comfortable with the situation, I was horny enough
that I figured I might as well dip my wick while the opportunity was
standing there in front of me.  I fished a roll of bills out of my pants
pocket and deposited a hundred pound note on the table.  The girl looked at
it and seemed satisfied.

   "Ok, honey....let's see some stiff dick," she demanded.

   I fumbled with my zipper, and finally managed to pull my limp cock out.
She looked at my organ and shrugged her shoulders.

   "Not much to work with...but I'll do what I can," she said, dryly.

   The young woman got on her knees on front of me and began to work her
hands and mouth on my cock.  It took almost three minutes for her to get me
totally hard.  This gutter slut just wasn't doing it for me.  As she began
sucking me off in earnest, I found myself thinking about the first time
Selena had given me a blowjob.  We were both fifteen at the time.  I had
practically blown her head off with the force of my ejaculation.  Two weeks
later I fucked her for the first time.  We were both virgins.  We got
married a month after I turned nineteen.  Like most newlyweds we screwed
like minks for the first few years.  Selena never got pregnant.  Turned out
she was sterile.  Gradually, the pace of our sexual activity tapered off
until, lately, it almost seemed like a chore to have sex with her.  In my
mind I kept seeing that tight fifteen year old virgin body that I fell in
lust with, but in my bed I found a thirty-seven year old woman who had
gained almost sixty pounds and had breasts like partially deflated
footballs.  I yearned for that tight, young body that had introduced me to
sex.



   I have had two affairs, both short.  Both were recent.  Both were young
girls.  The first was an eighteen year old I met while doing research in
the city library.  She was lonely because her boyfriend had joined the
Marine Corps.  She was gorgeous.  She fucked me for the two months it took
for him to finish boot camp and come back home on leave.  I actually cried
when she broke it off.  That was two years ago.  The second was a nineteen
year old summer intern who worked in the marketing department at my
company. She was tall and had small, but perfect, breasts.  I fucked her
four or five times a few months back.  Her pussy was tighter that I
remember Selena's being when we were teens.  She said she wanted to
experience an "older man".  I think I fell in love with her.  Then she fell
for one of the young twenty-something studs in the department, and that was
that.



   Although Selena never knew for sure about my affairs, she was very
suspicious.  Although we had grown distant for other reasons, her
suspicions hadn't helped.  Selena and I had only had sex three times in the
past six months.  Masturbation had become my primary form of sexual
satisfaction.

   I was mystified by the lack of response I felt toward the young woman
who was now swallowing my cock with practiced precision.  Something to do
with the layer of make-up, perhaps.  Or perhaps it was the impassive,
mechanical way she performed the intimate act of sucking my cock.  She was
about as exciting as a rubber blow-up doll.

   "Mmm...mgghh," the slut gurgled as she gobbled my barely erect cock.

   I watched as the blonde bird's nest of hair bobbed back and forth.  I
wondered how I was going to work up enough excitement to fuck this young
woman.  As it turned out, I never had to figure that out.  Despite my
general lack of enthusiasm, nature took its course.  During a particularly
energetic attack on my cock, the blonde slut's mouth and tongue finally
pulled my trigger.

   "Mmmggh..," I groaned as I dumped a large, thick pent-up load of cum
down her throat.

   When I had finished, the young woman wiped her mouth with the back of
her hand and stood up.

   She began to put her top back on.

   "Uh, excuse me," I said without much enthusiasm.  "Your friend said I
could fuck you for my hundred pounds,"

   "No fuckin' way!," she retorted.  "I don't give up my cooch for no
fuckin' hundred quid.  That 'il cost you two fifty." Her hard street-wise
eyes bored into me while she waited for me to digest her statement.

   She didn't have to wait long.  "That hummer wasn't worth a hundred,
honey," I responded sarcastically.  "I bet I could put my whole leg in your
cunt.  I wouldn't pay another twenty for that action."

   For a second I thought she was going to attack me.  Instead, she
hurriedly finished dressing, grabbed the Brit C-note and headed for the
door.

   "Arsehole," she muttered, as she slammed the door behind her.

   I sat down heavily on the edge of my bed.  I had just gotten my rocks
off, without masturbating, for the first time in weeks.  Instead of feeling
great, I just felt depressed.  I decided to call the airline and book a
flight home.  As I rifled through the small desk next to the bed looking
for a phone book, my eyes fell upon a colorful brochure lying in the bottom
of one of the drawers.  It was one of those touristy promotion brochures.
At the top in large yellow letters it read, "Paris Getaway".  I picked it
up and thumbed through it.

   I became increasingly excited as I continued to read.  According to the
ad copy, I could grab a train in London the next morning, shoot through the
Chunnel and be in Paris by late morning.  The tri-fold brochure was filled
with images of picturesque caf,s, soaring cathedrals, and attractive young
women.  French women.

   My attitude was improving by the second.  Paris!  Why not?

   *********

   I boarded a train early the next morning, sipped a coffee from a styro
cup and settled in for the ride.  I dozed off and on as the train sped
through the countryside of southeastern England.  Before I knew it, the
train plunged into the massive tunnel that has been bored under the English
Channel, connecting the UK with the European continent.  Sooner than I
could have imagined, we emerged on the other side, and before long I was
gazing at the charming French countryside as it sped past my window.

   I snacked on shortbread that I had purchased at the train station in
London, anticipation growing as we drew nearer to Paris.  Paris!  The City
of Lights.  The romance capital of the world.  I had been to Europe on
business and pleasure four other times, but had never found my way to
Paris. I was getting genuinely excited about something for the first time
in ages.

   Gazing out the window of the train I suddenly realized that I was
looking at the low skyline of France's grandest city.  As the train moved
steadily toward its destination, the city loomed larger.  Finally, we
entered the sprawling metropolis and the buildings of one of Europe's
oldest cities filled my visual field.  Minutes later, the train pulled into
the Gare du Nord station and came to a stop.  I had arrived.

   *****

   I spent the first several hours getting my bearings and taking in the
marvelous sights and sounds of the remarkable thousand year old city.  I
can't speak a word of French, but I love to hear it spoken.  With sign
language and lots of pointing at the menu, I managed to get some lunch at a
charming sidewalk caf,.  Then I turned my attention to a place to stay.  I
hadn't called ahead for a reservation and decided to just explore until I
found someplace that looked interesting.  In my wandering, I stumbled upon
the Rue Cler district.  Its charming shops and casual atmosphere were just
what I was looking for.  I found a small, but adequate hotel on the nearby
Rue de Champs and took a room.  It was very modest by American standards,
but it had a small window that looked out upon a small, sunny courtyard.  I
loved it.

   As evening approached, I enjoyed a light dinner at a delightful cr^perie
in the Rue Cler.  I was two-thirds of the way through a bottle of wine when
I decided it was time to get laid.  Everywhere I looked there were
attractive young French women.  Trouble was, I would have felt like a fool
trying to approach one of them since I knew only a few basic words in
French.

   I recalled reading an article in some men's magazine about Paris's red
light district known as the Pigalle, located near the base of Montmartre.
Slightly drunk, but getting hornier by the minute, I flagged down a cab and
managed to convey to the driver my desired destination.  I few minutes
later the driver dropped me on the Boulevard de Clichy, in the heart of the
Pigalle district.  The evening street lights were just beginning to come on
as I stood on the sidewalk near the broad street looking bewildered.  I
didn't have the faintest idea what the procedure was for acquiring the
services of a local hooker.



   "Hey, mister," a small girlish voice said from behind me.

   I turned and looked into the face of an angel.  The young girl appeared
to be about twelve or thirteen.  She had golden hair, shoulder length, with
soft curls that framed her beautiful young face.  Her clear skin glowed in
the light of the street lamps.  The lips of her girlish mouth were full and
pouty and small breast mounds pushed aggressively against the fabric of her
white blouse.  Beneath the blouse she wore a short, pleated shirt.  Her
ensemble was completed by white anklets and black shoes.  She was a vision
of budding, girlish sexuality.

   " You are an American, no?" she said with a gentle French accent.

   Here question startled me.  I had no idea how she could know such a
thing just by my appearance.

   "Yes," I said.  "How did you know?"

   She regarded me for a second.  "I can tell," she said.  "You want sex,
no?

   Her blunt inquiry stunned me.  The nature of her question was
inconsistent with her innocent appearance.  I was impressed my her command
of the English language.



   "Why would you ask that?" I said, answering her question with a
question.

   "That's why men come here," she said softly.

   "How do you know that?" I pressed her.

   She licked her lips.  It was probably a totally innocent response to her
nervousness, but it aroused me instantly.  "Because they come to fuck my
momma," she said bluntly.

   I stood frozen to the ground, thunderstruck by her statement.  Before I
could recover, she continued.

   "Is that why you are here?  Do you want sex?" the youngster continued.

   "I...well, I...," I was stammering.

   "It will cost you five hundred francs.  I can take you to her," the
young girl continued.

   It took a second for me to realize that the young girl was pimping her
own mother.  I couldn't believe it.  I was overcome with curiousity.

   "How old is your mother?" I asked.

   "Thirty, " she said.  Her eyes shifted to the side when she said it.

   "How old?" I said; a slight edge to my voice.

   "Maybe forty," she acknowledged.

   "I see," I said.  "Well, to be honest with you, I am looking for some
company tonight.  But I was hoping to find someone a little younger.  Do
you have an older sister?"

   The young girl looked me directly in the face.  She seemed to be
carrying on some kind of internal debate.  Finally, she spoke.

   "No.  I have no sister," she said.  After a slight delay, she continued.
"Do you want to be with me?"

   I couldn't believe my ears.  The beautiful young woman/child seemed to
be offering me a "date" for the evening.  My heart was pounding .  I knew
that Europeans have a generally more liberal view about sexual activity
than Americans, but I was still pretty sure that sex with someone her age
was trouble.

   "I don't think that would be a good idea," I said, reluctantly.  "You
are too young."

   A sadness crossed her face.  "Don't you think I am pretty?" she asked
softly.

   "Oh, God, no.  Don't think that.  You are beautiful.  Truly beautiful.
But I am old enough to be your father."

   "The other men I have been with have been your age," she said quietly.

   "What do you mean...'been with'?" I asked, my heart pounding heavy in my
chest.

   She looked at me curiously, like my question was the sign of stupidity.
Her eyes sparkled in the soft streetlight.  "Sex, of course," she said. 
"They had sex with me."

   My throat almost constricted with excitement and arousal.  "You have sex
with men for money?" I managed to choke out.

   "I have," she said.  " Only three times.  I am new."

   "How much?" I responded too quickly.  I couldn't believe I was asking
her the question.

   "One hundred francs," she responded matter-of-factly.

   Jesus.  I did some quick currency conversions in my head.  A hundred
francs.  That was less than fifteen bucks!  I stared at the young girl. 
She was fucking guys for the price of a bottle of wine.

   I looked up and down the street.  It was still early evening and the
foot traffic in the sex industry center of Paris was still light.  I didn't
see any gendarmes.

   "Where do you live?" I asked.

   "Over there," she said, pointing to a plain, three story apartment
building a couple of hundred yards away.

   "Is that where you take men?" I asked.  I still couldn't believe that I
was pursuing this conversation.

   "Oh, no," she said quickly.  "My momma must not know.  She would be mad
that I didn't bring you to her."

   "Where do you go?" I asked.



   She dodged the question, and got to specifics.  "Do you have a room?"
she asked.

   I gulped, the pressure in my groin building.  "Yes, I have a room."

   "Take me there," she said.  "I need money.  Please?"



   ******

   The desk clerk at my hotel gave me and my young companion a curious look
when I asked for my room key, but he said nothing.  In fact, as I took the
key from him, he gave me a lecherous smile and winked.

   I unlocked the door to my room and let the young girl in ahead of me.  I
flipped on the wall light switch and the feeble ceiling light bathed the
modest room in a soft yelloworange light.  My heart was pounding.  What the
hell was I doing?  I had only been in Paris a few hours and now I had a
clearly underage girl in my room.  As I considered the advisability of
sending her away, she turned and looked at me.  My throat constricted as I
was overcome with her innocent beauty.  God, she was so sexy.

   "What is your name?" she said.

   "Alan," I said simply.  "What's yours?"

   "Brigit," she answered.  "My name is Brigit."

   I asked the question that had nagged at me since she first spoke to me
on the street.  "How old are you, Brigit?"

   The young girl said nothing for about ten seconds.  "Does that matter?"
she finally responded.

   "Well, um...I guess I'm just curious," I said.  "I'm not used to being
with someone as young as you."

   "I'll be thirteen next week," she said, with a coy smile.  "Five more
days 'til I'm a teenager."

   Holy shit.  I knew she was young, but when she confirmed just how young,
I was taken aback.  I was playing with serious fire.  And I was aroused.  I
began to feel sensations in my groin that I hadn't felt in many years.

   "Do you want to take my clothes off?" Brigit asked.  Her blue eyes
glistened in the low light.

   I had reached the point of no return.

   "Yes, very much," I said, without hesitation.

   I stepped closer to the young girl.  I detected a slightly floral aroma;
probably the scent of the shampoo she used.  With trembling fingers, I
unbuttoned the top button of her blouse.  She looked up at me with soft,
liquid eyes as I worked my way down the buttons of her blouse.  Finally, I
pulled the tail of her blouse loose from her skirt and undid the last
button.  In the gap formed in the front of the blouse, I could see she was
wearing a small, white training bra.  It was clear that her developing
breasts nicely filled the bra's small cups.  I lifted the blouse from her
shoulders and let the garment drop to the floor.

   Brigit stepped closer, inviting me to take her in my arms.  I took the
invitation and wrapped my arms around her.  Her small body was warm and
inviting.  I could feel the firm cones of her budding breasts pressing
against my abdomen.  I looked down at her.  She was the most incredibly
sexy creature I had held in my arms since I first began fucking Selena over
twenty years ago.  I leaned down to kiss her.  She responded immediately,
and tilted her head to meet my kiss.  Her warm, full lips blended with mine
and then parted.  I felt her tongue slide into my mouth and begin to
explore.  By now my cock was swelling rapidly and my burgeoning erection
was pressing against her lower abdomen.

   She extracted herself from my kiss.  "Take my bra off," she commanded.

   Reaching around her small body to her back, I found the hook of her bra
and undid it.  Slowly I slipped the straps from her shoulders and pulled
the cups of the bra away from her breasts.  My breath caught in my throat
as I gazed upon her nearly thirteen year old tits.  They were absolute
perfection.  Each pubescent mound was a small, but fully formed, cone of
firm flesh standing erect from her chest.  Atop each was a small pink
areola and puckered nipple.  The sight brought my erection to rock hard
tumescence.  I reached out and cupped them with my hands.  They fit
perfectly in the palm of my hands.  I squeezed them gently.  I was filled
with excited wonder at the warm firmness of her small globes.

   While I explored her pre-teen mammaries, I felt Brigit's fingers begin
to slide up and down over my cock bulge.  Then I heard the rip of my
zipper, as the youngster pulled it down.  My knees grew weak as I felt one
of her small hands reach inside my pants and pull down my boxers, releasing
my cock.  Seconds later warm fingers closed around my swollen shaft and
pulled it out of my pant's fly.

   "Can I suck you?" the twelve year old asked in a suddenly husky voice.

   "God, yes......please," I gasped, hoarsely.

   The youngster gracefully lowered herself onto her knees.  I looked down
at her.  From my perspective her youthful breasts were an incredibly erotic
sight as they sprouted from her small body.  Brigit looked up at me,
grasped my cock with her left hand and flicked the head of it with her
tongue.  It sent an electric shock up my spine.  She slid her moist tongue
up and down along the underside of my cock all the way to my balls and then
back to the head.  My breathing was coming in short gasps.

   Brigit brought her pouty lips to the head of my cock, and slowly took my
into her warm, moist mouth.  I watched, transfixed, as my cock gradually
disappeared between her lips and into her mouth and throat.  Finally, her
nose pressed against my groin and was buried in my dark, curly pubic hair.
She had taken my entire length.  I could feel the mushroom head of my shaft
pressing against the back of her throat.

   "Oh, God, Brigit," I moaned.  "You're incredible."

   Encouraged by my comment, the young girl, on the cusp of her thirteenth
birthday, began to administer a masterful blowjob.  She used her hand and
tongue to perfection.  Faster and faster her mouth slide up and down my
cock, her hand rotating and jacking any portion of my shaft not inside her
mouth.  Just as I was about the cum, she used her fingers to pinch the base
of my cock, in the region where my vas tubes ran from my balls.  She held
me on the edge of orgasm until it began to subside.  Then she started
again. Three times she brought me to the edge and three times she drew me
back before I could explode.  I was astonished at her cock sucking prowess.

   "My God...  Brigit.  How ...how....did you learn ...oh...to do that so
good?" I babbled.

   The pre-teen removed me from her mouth long enough to respond.  "Momma
taught me," she said.  "Do you like it?"

   "You're amazing," was all I could say.  There was no doubt about it. 
The young French girl was giving me the best blowjob I had ever
experienced. I tried to envision the picture of her whore mother teaching
Brigit to suck off a guy.  I wondered if she let the youngster practice on
her customers.

   Brigit went back to work.  This time is was clear that she intended to
bring me off.  It didn't take long.  Within seconds the pressure began to
build in my balls.  My ejaculatory muscles tensed, preparing for their
explosive contractions.  As the sweet young girl pistoned her mouth over my
cock, I reached down and grasped her head in both hands.  No longer a
passive participate, I began to thrust my cock back and forth between her
tightly pursed lips.  Simply put, I was fucking her beautiful face.  My
orgasm hit me with the force of a volcanic eruption.

   "Aiihhhhhhiii..," I wailed as the first volley of cum pumped into
Brigit's mouth.

   A second, third and fourth load quickly followed.  The small girl
swallowed it all.  My cock continued to jerk and pump even after there was
no longer any semen to deliver.  It was the best orgasm I had had in years.

   "Was it good?" the twelve year old asked, a tone of uncertainty in her
voice.

   "Unbelievable!" I responded truthfully.

   The girl smiled with pleasure.  I noticed a small dollop of cum at the
corner of her mouth.  She apparently sensed its presence at the same time.
She carefully collected it with the tip of a finger and sensuously slid her
finger into her mouth and licked it clean.  I was totally mesmerized with
her barely pubescent eroticism.

   Brigit glanced at my still relatively hard organ.  "You want to fuck
me?" she inquired.

   I was still breathing hard from my orgasm.  I hadn't cum twice in a
single sex session since the last time I was with the nineteen year old
intern at work.  I hadn't cum twice with Selena in at least five years. 
With her it was practically impossible to stay sexually excited that long.
I looked at Brigit's gorgeous face and tender young body.

   "More than anything, little one.  More than anything," I said.

   Brigit stood up.  Reaching around behind her waist, she unzipped her
skirt.  She worked it down over her slender hips and let it drop to the
floor.  She stepped out of the skirt as it lay puddled on the floor, folded
it, and set it on a chair by the bed.  Kneeling down, she unbuckled her
shoes and took them off.

   "Leave your socks on," I instructed her.

   Somewhat shyly, she stood up again.  She was wearing white cotton
panties with pale yellow flowers on them.  As she stood before me almost
nude, I had a chance to truly appreciate her nearly teen body.  I doubt
that she was more than four feet eleven inches tall and probably weighed no
more than eighty-five pounds.  Her body was lithe and almost boyish, but
her developing hips had broadened and her legs were coltish and sexy.  She
possessed the radiant glow of youthful beauty unique to young girls.  Her
marvelous budding breast cones completed the picture of exquisite juvenile
sexuality.  I could hardly believe that I was about to fuck her.



   "Lie down on the bed.  I'll take your panties off," I instructed her.

   She complied without comment.  I walked over to where the youngster
sprawled languorously across the bed.  Her pubic mound thrust up invitingly
against the soft fabric of her panties.  I reached down and grasped the
elastic band of her panties with my fingers.  As I pulled them down, she
intuitively lifted her hips to permit them to slide over her firm little
butt.  My eyes fixed on her pubis as the dainty cloth covering peeled away.
Below her flat abdomen, a sparse crop of blonde pubic hair adorned the
pubic arch above her sex organ.  The hair was soft and delicate.  Its light
blonde color made it hard to detect in the low light of the room.  Beneath
her pubic bone, her outer vaginal lips were puffy and hairless.  My cock
surged at the sight of her juvenile pussy.

   I completely removed Brigit's panties.  I hadn't planned on doing so,
but I couldn't resist the opportunity to taste the delights of her
childlike pussy.  Gently I pressed her legs apart and lifted her knees so
that her feet pressed flat against the comforter on the bed.  The
glistening pink interior of her tiny pussy lay open before me.  She was
already wet.



   "Mmmm...," Brigit moaned softly as I placed my mouth against her pussy.

   I pried her fully open with my fingers and located her little clit with
my tongue.  I flicked it several times, then pulled it between my lips with
light suction.  The young girl began to breath heavily and her hips thrust
upward to meet my oral attack.  The pungent musky aroma of her sexual
arousal filled my nose; it acted as an aphrodisiac and my erection
stiffened noticeably.  I sucked and licked her tender opening, working her
swollen bud with my tongue.  Soon I was tongue fucking her, inserting it as
deeply into her as it would reach.

   As the intensity of my oral action increased, the twelve year old became
wanton in her sexual movements.  Her hips rotated and bucked, her small
pussy fucking my tongue lustily.  Her fingers found her nipples and she
stroked and pinched them as her pelvis increased its coital movements.  I
was astounded at the intensity of young girl's response.  Suddenly, her
hips thrust skyward, pressing her swollen, fleshy bud and puffy pussy lips
hard against my mouth.  She was coming.

   "Ohhhh, oui......oui!, " Brigit howled, slipping into her native
language.



   The nearly teenage girl shuddered and twitched for fifteen or twenty
seconds, grabbing a hand full of my hair with one hand to hold my head
firmly between her thighs.  My mouth was awash in the copious vaginal
juices her orgasm produced.  Finally, she lay still.

   She was silent for a few moments.  "No one has done that to Brigit
before," she said, finally.

   "Really?" I responded in surprise.

   "Never," she said.  "I love it." She lifted her head from the bed and
looked down the length of her torso at my face still buried in her crotch.
"I like you," she added.  Her voice sounded totally childlike.

   I figured that now that she had gotten off, the prospects of my actually
having intercourse with her had probably diminished.  She was a novice
prostitute and still a young girl and I wasn't sure whether she felt any
professional need to insure my complete satisfaction.  I needn't have
worried.

   "Are you hard now?" she inquired.

   "Yes, I am.  Very," I stated emphatically.

   "Then you must fuck me," she responded without hesitation.

   Her words inflamed my lust.  I had just cum a few minutes earlier, but
my cock was fully engorged again.  It felt like a length of steel rebar.

   I lifted myself up, placing my hands on each side of her shoulders.  I
positioned my cock so that the head nestled gently against her fully
lubricated entrance.  Instinctively, my hips began to press forward.  I
looked down into the girl's eyes.  She held my gaze as the swollen head of
my lance began to spread the lips of her pussy open.  Slowly, gently, I
applied more pressure.  A warm, wet, tightness began to engulf my cock as
it sank slowly inside her.  I didn't have to force myself into her, as she
was very wet.  Despite her readiness, however, I reveled in the constricted
tension that her tight pussy exerted along the length of my shaft as it
slid into her.  Inch by inch I filled her, until my balls rested against
her asshole and the entirety of my shaft was encased within the moist,
tight walls of her cunt.  I had never felt such sexual excitement, or if I
had, it had been long forgotten.

   "Fuck me, Alan," she urged.

   I did.  With slow, steady stokes I began to saw my cock back and forth
inside her marvelous little fuck hole.  The muscles of her pussy clutched
at my cock, massaging the length of it with each stroke.  As the pace of my
fucking increased, her wonderful little breast mounds began to bounce back
and forth.  They hardly changed shape, just moved delightfully up and down
her chest wall as I plunged my cock back and forth through the tube of her
cunt.

   "Oh, God....oh....I can't believe how good....oh, God, " I groaned as I
fucked the youngster.

   Brigit wrapped her shapely little legs around my waist, pulling me
deeper inside her.  As I pounded into her, I felt the head of my cock
hammer against her cervix, threatening to push inside her womb.  My head
was spinning with unbridled lust.  I hadn't fucked like this since I had
deflowered by wife over twenty years earlier.  Only this was better.

   I pushed up and rocked back so that my butt was resting on my heels.  I
looked down to the point where my cock entered Brigit.  The tight ring of
tissue around her cunt held snugly to the thick rod of my cock.  I watched
with fascination as my shiny cock meat slid in and out of her.  The sight
of my swollen cock wedged between the lips of her barely furred pussy was
the most erotic sight I had ever seen.

   I wanted her doggy style.  Reluctantly, I pulled out of her.  She looked
at me questioningly.

   "What's the matter?" she said.

   "Nothing, princess," I reassured her.  "I just want to fuck you
differently.  Like the dogs do."

   "Oui," she said, smiling.  "I like that.

   Without assistance she rolled over, displaying the wonderful globes of
her small ass cheeks.  She positioned herself up on all fours and then
lowered her head to the pillow, presenting her pussy for penetration.  I
scooted forward, gripped my shaft with my right hand and inserted it into
her.  With a single, smooth thrust I slammed my cock all the way home.

   "Ohhhh, oui.....," Bridgit declared.  "Tres bon!" Once again her lust
had caused her to revert to her native tongue.

   I firmly grasped the young filly around her slender waist.  Using my
grip around her waist as leverage, I pumped her pussy back and forth along
the length of my cock.  The sight and sensation was exquisite.  Faster and
faster I fucked her, pulling her toward me with my hands while
simultaneously driving my hips forward.  My cock repeatedly slammed against
the back wall of her cunt

   "Oh, oui....ohhh.....ohhhhhh, ouiiiii!" the pre-teen wailed as I
forcefully impaled her tiny body with my raging hard-on.



   I reached forward and grasped a handful of her silky, golden hair.  I
pulled her head back, using the strand of hair like reins on a horse.  I
wasn't certain how she would react to such an overtly controlling gesture.
Her response was immediate.  She seemed to love it.  She furiously rotated
her hips around my cock and then drove her pelvis forcefully back into
mine. Basically, I stopped fucking her and she began fucking me.  Hard.



   "Mmgg...mggh....mgghhh," she grunted in muffled tones as she fucked me
with increasing urgency.

   As I began to feel my release building, Brigit reached back between her
thighs and located my ball sack with her fingers.  She began to tickle and
roll my gonads as they hung heavily in my scrotum.  Within fifteen or
twenty seconds, I was over the edge.  My balls contracted up inside my body
and forcefully injected a thick wad of cum deep inside the delightful
little pre-teen.

   "Aahhhhh..yeah.essssss," I hissed through clenched teeth, as my orgasm
fully kicked in.

   "Eeiiiiiiii," the small girl whined, as she ground her pussy hard
against my groin.

   I continued to pour a flood of man cream into the youngster's tight
receptacle.  Finally, it was over.  Gasping for breath, my heart pounding
like a bass drum, I slowly pulled my cock out of her.  A small riverlet of
thick cum leaked out behind it, flowed down her thighs, and landed wetly
onto the bedcover.  I couldn't believe how much semen I had delivered.

   Brigit collapsed forward onto the bed.  She let out a heavy sigh.  I
followed suit, and crumpled alongside her firm young body.  Immediately,
she scooted her body tightly against mine, begging to be snuggled.  I
wrapped my arm around her chest, cupping and caressing one of her budding
breasts.

   "That was wonderful, Brigit," I said simply.

   "For me, too," she said.

   It seemed odd, but I had expected her to be more business like once the
sex was over.  Instead, she seemed to be content to stay in my arms,
enjoying the post coital glow of genuine lovers.  I was reluctant to bring
up the subject of money.  Unlike experienced professionals, she hadn't
insisted upon payment before she serviced me.  I certainly had no
reservations about paying her, however.  I would have paid ten times what
she had quoted.

   "Shall I pay you now?" I said finally.

   " Don't talk about money," she said.  "Can I stay here tonight?"

   I was startled by her question.  I certainly hadn't expected to have the
benefit of her affections for the entire night.

   "Do you usually stay the night?" I asked.

   "No," she said.  "But, I like you.  Besides, my momma will have men at
our apartment all night.  I don't want them to touch me.  I want to stay
with you."



   I was touched by the apparent sincerity of her statements.  I couldn't
have been happier to accommodate her request.

   "Of course you can stay," I advised her.

   "Instead of paying me....maybe you can buy me something tomorrow," she
said.

   "I would love to," I told her.

   "I want you to meet Claudette, too," she continued.

   I fucked Brigit twice more before morning.  I couldn't believe my
stamina.  I felt eighteen again.  We finally fell asleep wrapped in each
others arms.  Just before I drifted off, Brigit murmured, "You will love
Claudette."



   This story is a work of fiction.  Names, characters, places, and
incidents either are products of the author's imagination or are used
fictitiously.  Any resemblance to actual events or locales or persons,
living or dead, is

   The lacy curtains on the window of my hotel room filtered the bright
morning sun, sundering its rays into a diffuse golden glow.  I was lying on
my back; a soft, downy comforter covering my lower half.  Brigit's firm
little body was draped across my chest, the top of her head nestled under
my chin.  As she breathed softly in sleep, her breasts pressed against my
abdomen.  Lower down, my cock was throbbing in full erection.  I had been
lying awake for nearly a half an hour, waiting for the young girl to stir
from slumber.  The scents and sensations of the youngster's delicate body
against my own, had brought me to intense arousal.  I was tempted to reach
down and jerk myself off, but I knew that the movement would awaken her.  I
was in desperate need of release.

   Although Brigit had brought me to orgasm several times the night before,
my balls felt heavy.  I could feel each beat of my heart as the blood
coursed through the bulging veins of my cock.  The ability of the sweet,
nearly teenage, girl to arouse me, even as she slept, was amazing.

   "Mmm....," Brigit moaned softly.  She began to stir.

   "Good morning," I whispered.

   The lithe youngster stretched, cat-like, while still lying across my
body.  "Oui," she purred.  "...it is."

   As Brigit slide her arm down my stomach in an energetic stretch, her
finger tips contacted the swollen head of my cock.  She froze momentarily.
Obviously surprised by my early morning tumescence, she began to gently
explore my engorged sex with her hand.  She rotated her head on my chest
until her chin rested on my breastbone and her eyes looked directly into
mine.

   "Did I not satisfy you last night?" she asked, her eyes still sleepy.

   "Oh, yes," I responded quickly, "But you see......that's the problem. 
You were so good, I can't get enough of you."

   The soon-to-be thirteen year old, giggled and gripped my erection with
her small, warm hand.  Slowly, sensuously, she began to pump my hard-on.  I
ran my fingers through the silky curls of her hair and caressed her face as
she stoked me.  I wanted more than a quick handjob.

   "I want to taste you," I said.

   Brigit's eyes, now clear and bright, looked deeply into mine.  She
released me without saying anything.  As I lay rigid with anticipation, she
maneuvered herself into a classic sixty-nine position; her lightly haired
pussy poised right above my nose.  The soft pink of her interior glistened
in the morning light.  I reached up and spread her open with my fingers
just as I felt her warm mouth close around the head of my cock and slide
down its length.

   "Uahhh...," I groaned, as the exquisite pleasure of her oral attack
registered in my brain.

   Grasping her firm buttocks with my hands, I pulled her pussy into my
face.  My tongue and lips were immediately buried between the fleshy folds
of her sex; my nose pressed firmly against her anus.  The mixture of earthy
smells sent my arousal soaring.  Involuntarily, my hips thrust upward,
driving my cock deeply into the youngster's throat.  Brigit gagged
slightly, then regained her composure.  With firm suction and swirling
tongue action, she sucked my cock as I munched on her moist sex.  I could
hardly wait to blow my load into her mouth.  Suddenly, however, Brigit
pulled her hips forward, release my mouth from her pussy.  I felt the cool
morning air on my cock as she extracted it from between her lips.

   "I want you inside me," she said

   Without waiting for me to respond, the young girl slid her hips forward
until her buttocks rested on my stomach.  She lifted herself up until she
was sitting upright on my abdomen, her back to me, my erect cock pointing
straight up between her thighs in front of her.  She glanced over her
shoulder and gave me a sweet, but sultry, smile.  Leaning forward, she
placed her hands on my knees, lifted her hips and slid further forward.  My
cock slapped loudly back against my stomach as she lifted her hips up over
it.

   "Put it inside me," she instructed.

   Without hesitation, I reached down and grasped my meaty rod with my
right hand and directed it toward her pussy.  Supporting herself with her
left hand, she reached around and, grasping her right buttock, pulled it
apart from the left asscheek.  Her tiny cunt gaped open, wet and pink.  The
few sparse pubic hairs which adorned it hung down wet and sticky from her
juices.  I realized that I was holding my breath; frozen in time and space
as the vision of her juvenile sex hole held me in a mesmerized trance.

   I couldn't wait any longer.  I pressed the head of my cock into the
warm, moist hole.  Immediately, Brigit began to lower her hips onto me.  As
I watched, my cock slid slowly and smoothly, inch-by-glorious-inch, into
the twelve year old.  Eventually, she had taken my entire length inside
her, and her buttocks settled onto my abdomen.  The tight muscles of her
cunt squeezed my cock.  I let out a my breath in an explosive rush; my
brain frantically processing the exquisite sensations of sexual pleasure
that it was receiving.

   "Jeez, you're beautiful," I gushed.  "....and, your cunt.....oh, my God,
it's tight."

   The sweet young girl glanced over her shoulder and smiled.  Her even,
white teeth glistened in the morning light.  Then she started to fuck me.

   Slowly at first....then faster, Brigit lifted and dropped her hips. 
With each elevation of her hips, the length of my cock reappeared,
glistening with her sex juice.  Then as she thrust downward, my organ slid
between the swollen lips of her cunt and disappeared, leaving only my balls
remaining outside her body.  About every third stoke, she would pause at
the top of the stoke, and then give the head of my cock a mini-fuck;
inserting and extracting just the head of my cock in several rapid
movements.  I could feel the pressure building in my balls.  I wasn't going
to last much longer.

   I placed the palms of my hands on the round perfect globes of her tight
little ass.  Using my hands to guide her movements, I helped her pump her
cunt up and down on my cock.  At some point, Brigit began working on her
clit with her right hand.  She was lost in the passion of fucking.

   "Oohh.....oui!  Aahhhh.....oooaah," Brigit began to wail softly as she
continued to impale her small body onto my meaty shaft.

   I couldn't wait any longer.  I needed release..  I began to buck my hips
upward, hammering my pelvic bone into her ass.  She increased the intensity
of her downward thrusts.  My cock drove deeper and deeper inside her,
pounding against her small juvenile cervix.  I reached up and pulled Brigit
backward.  She lost the battle with gravity and fell backward, her back
landing on my chest.  I reached around her chest and cupped her left tit
with my hand, excited by the firm, fleshy texture of her budding mammary. I
quickly located her clit with my right hand and began to stroke it rapidly.
Simultaneously, I pumped my raging hard-on rapidly back and forth inside
her tight, very wet, pussy.  The combination of sexual sensations sent me
over the edge.

   "Yaaa..esssss," I bellowed, as the first load of cum exploded through my
cock and erupted inside Brigit.

   My body jerked and spasmed as I continued to pump my creamy load into
the young girl.  Through the haze of my own orgasm, I realized that Brigit
was coming too.  The body of the nearly teen tensed and jerked as she rode
the wave of sexual release.

   After we both stopped moving, the room was still for almost a minute,
the silence broken only by the sounds of our exhausted breathing, .  My
cock had softened just enough inside Brigit so that the healthy load of
semen that I had deposited inside her began to leak out around my shaft and
slide down my balls.

   "Whewwuuu," Brigit said, exhaling loudly.

   "No shit," I responded.

   With one final squeeze on my cock with her cunt muscles, Brigit slid off
me and rolled to the side.

   "We have to get out of bed," she said, softly.  "Today you will buy me a
present."

   I simply groaned agreement.

   "....and meet Claudette," she added.



   ****



   Two hours later Brigit and I had finished a light breakfast of caf, au
lait and croissants, served with liberal quantities of raspberry preserves
and butter.  We sat in a small sidewalk caf, not far from my hotel.  The
day was warm and sunny.  Brigit was dressed in the same outfit in which I
had found her the night before.

   "So...," I said.  "....you said something about buying you a present
today.  What did you mean?"

   The young girl threw me a seductive glance.  "I need a new outfit," she
said.

   "Last night you said that you charged fifty francs," I responded.  "It
sounds like this is going to cost more than that."

   "Don't you think I'm worth it?" she said.  She licked her pouty lips for
emphasis.

   I was beginning to realize that Brigit wasn't nearly as naive as I as
surmised.  Having thoroughly enjoyed her budding sexual talents, however, I
was prepared to be fair and reasonable when it came to compensation.

   "What did you have in mind?" I inquired.

   "My friend Claudette likes to shop," she began.  "She told me about some
really great clothes at Printemps.  She can't afford them anymore than I
can.  She sometimes steals things, but she got caught last month.  Now she
has to be very careful.  I made plans to go there with her today.  Now you
can take us."

   "What is Printemps ?" I asked.

   "Printemps is a big department store," Brigit informed me.  She
pronounced it "Pran-tom".

   I was beginning to see that I was about to become a sugar daddy for not
one, but two, young Parisian girls.  I began to debate the ethics of using
my corporate credit card for such expenditures.

   "I was hoping to do some sightseeing today," I said.  "Maybe Versailles.
I don't have a lot of time."

   "Versailles?" Brigit said, her eyes brightening.  "I wish I could go
there someday."

   Her statement startled me.  Versailles is the incredible palace built by
the "Sun King", Louis XIV in the early 18th Century.  It had served at the
seat of France's government for approximately a century.  It remains as one
of the most lavish and astonishing royal residences ever constructed.  I
found it remarkable that this young Parisian girl had never visited such a
notable national landmark located only a dozen miles from the center of
Paris.  It was a little like a kid growing up the Bronx and never having
been to Yankee Stadium.

   "You have never been there?" I asked to confirm my understanding of her
statement.

   "No," she confirmed.  "I don't have money for that."

   I thought for a moment.  I didn't have to return to London until the
next day.  "Would you like to go with me?" I asked.  "Then maybe you can
stay with me another night."

   The youngster's eyes sparkled.  "Oh, oui...," she said sincerely,
"...that would be wonderful.  We can go after we finish shopping...no?"

   The girl had her priorities in order.  Business first, pleasure later.

   "OK," I agreed.  "After we go shopping.  But what about your mother? 
Won't she wonder about where you are?"

   "I will call her," she said.  "She will be happy that I have someone to
take care of me today.  That way she can have men in our apartment all
day."

   I nodded my understanding.  While I pondered the dynamics of the
relationship between this young woman/child and her mother, she raised the
ante.

   "You will take Claudette, too?" she continued.

   "Uh....," I mumbled.  ".....yeah, I guess so."

   "You will like Claudette," Brigit said with a twinkle in her eye.

   *****

   Claudette and I stood in front of the large department store to which
she had directed the cab driver.  I was about to head inside, but Brigit
grabbed my sleeve.

   "We must wait for Claudette," she informed me.

   Brigit had gotten me to front the money for phone calls to her mother
and her young friend.  She confirmed that her mother was fine with her
plans and that her friend would join us before we left for Versailles. 
Apparently the agreed meeting place was the department store.  How
convenient, I thought.

   We stood in the warm morning sun and engaged in small talk.  I learned
that Brigit did not know who her father was.  Apparently he was one of her
mother's customers in the early days of her career in the sex trades.  She
had a four year old half-brother; fathered by another of her mother's
tricks.  She attended school irregularly.  Although she dreamed of a career
in a respectable trade, she held out little hope that she would ever earn
her living at anything other than pleasuring men.  I suddenly felt a little
guilty.  On the other hand, I reasoned, I was providing a much needed
source of income to the young girl.  I decided that I was not going to ruin
my time with Brigit pondering the social issues surrounding our liaison.

   "Claudette!" my young companion suddenly shouted.  She was looking down
the sidewalk toward another young girl who approached us.

   As Claudette drew closer, my eyes appraised her.  She was slightly
taller than Brigit and possessed a more womanly shape.  Her hips were wider
and her breasts fuller and clearly more developed.  She was wearing skin
tight jeans that accented her youthful shape.  On top she wore a bright
yellow "belly shirt" that exposed her bare midrift.  Her flat stomach was
punctuated by a cute little belly button.  Her skin was toned and smooth.
Claudette's most striking feature, however, was her hair.  It was cut blunt
in a page-boy style and was approximately the color of pure,d carrots.  The
brilliant orange-red crown of shiny hair bounced and danced as she walked.
It appeared to be her natural color, not some cheap dye job.  The overall
effect was stunning.

   "Bon jour, Claudette," Brigit said, embracing her friend.

   I stood awkwardly nearby.  After exchanging greetings in French, Brigit
turned to me, with her arm wrapped around the waist of her companion.

   "Alan...," she begin, ".....this is my friend Claudette."

   "Hello, Claudette," I said, extending my hand to her.

   My new acquaintance stood motionless for a few seconds.  Then, ignoring
my hand, she stepped forward and embraced me.  Her firm breasts pressed
against my chest, as she stood on her tip toes and kissed my cheek.



   "It ez nice to meet you," Claudette whispered into my ear.  Her English
carried a stronger accent than Brigit's.

   I was somewhat flustered by the assumed familiarity with which Claudette
had greeted me.  It was also stimulating.  I held her longer than necessary
before releasing her embrace.

   "Shall we go shopping?" I asked.

   "Oui!!," the girls squealed simultaneously.

   We spent nearly two hours in the store.  The girls tried on everything
that struck their fancy.  I was beginning to worry about bankruptcy. 
Finally, however, they managed to convince me to purchase two full outfits
of new clothing for each of them.  They took their new acquisitions to the
cashier.

   "Combien?" Brigit asked the cashier; inquiring about the total cost of
their purchases.

   The clerk responded in French and I didn't understand what she said. 
Brigit interpreted.

   "Thirty-three hundred francs," she said.

   I swallowed hard.  Damn!  Almost five hundred bucks.  Somehow the price
for Brigit's services had increased dramatically from the previous
evening's quote.  I fingered my personal credit card.  I had no idea how I
would explain the charge to my wife.  My fingers slipped down to my
corporate card.  Fuck 'em, I thought.  I earned this in London.  I flipped
the company card on the counter.  The clerk completed the transaction and
the girls gleefully grabbed the bags containing their new wardrobe
additions.

   As we moved toward store's large front door, Brigit snuggled close to
me. She whispered into my ear.

   "Claudette will pay for her clothes later."

   "I don't expect her to pay me back," I said, graciously.  "I did it
because she is your friend."

   "You don't understand," Brigit continued.  "She will earn them the same
way I did."

   I suddenly looked at Claudette's tight little ass in a whole new light,
as she strutted along in front of Brigit and I.  Apparently I had just
purchased a two-for-one package of sexual services.  My cock twitched as
the full impact of Brigit's statement settled into my brain.

   *****

   About thirty minutes later, the three of us boarded a train at a nearby
Metro station.  Our destination was Versailles.  After entering the train
car I settled into a seat about mid-way back.  Brigit tapped me on the
shoulder and pointed to the rear of the car.  Slightly confused, I got up
and followed the two young girls to the last seat in the rear of the car.
Claudette sat closest to the window and Brigit sat on the aisle.  I was
nicely sandwiched between them.

   The train car was lightly occupied.  About three seats forward sat an
elderly couple.  Further up, about a half a dozen passengers were scattered
about the forward seats.  As the train pulled away from the station, I
wondered why the girls had insisted on taking the most rearward seat.  I
didn't have to ponder the question long.  As soon as the train had cleared
the station, Claudette's hand dropped into my crotch and began massaging my
cock package.  I was a little startled, but didn't move.  Her hand tranced
the outline of my cock and balls and the tempo of her stimulation
increased. I glanced sideways at the youngster, and she smiled a brilliant
smile in return.  Her smile was followed by a very suggestive licking her
lips.  She then formed an "O" with her other hand and pumped it back and
forth in front of her mouth simulating fellatio.

   Within about a minute my cock was fully engorged and straining against
the confines of my pants.  Under other circumstances I would have been
delighted, but given our situation I was feeling very frustrated.  I
assumed that Claudette was simply teasing me.  I couldn't have been more
wrong.

   "I will keep watch, " Brigit said softly.

   Before I could fully absorb her meaning, Claudette slid down from the
seat next to me and positioned herself on her knees between my legs.  My
heart leapt in my chest.  She couldn't be serious?  Her next move answered
my question.  She reached up and quickly unzipped me.  Gazing up at me with
her emerald green eyes, she reached into my pants and swiftly pulled out my
swollen organ.  My cock stood out red and angry from my crotch.

   "It's OK, Claudette," Brigit reported.  "You can do it."

   Immediately, Claudette leaned forward and smoothly took my entire length
between lips and into the back of her throat.  A soft groan escaped my lips
as the pleasure of her mouth hit me.  Slowly, she worked me in and out of
her mouth.  I watched transfixed as my thick cock, now shiny with her
saliva, slid back and forth between her lips.

   I glanced nervously down the length of the train car.  I would be in
some deep shit if I got caught getting a blowjob from the young girl whose
face was currently buried in my crotch.  I didn't even know how old she
was.

   Faster and faster, Claudette sucked me.  The carrot colored mop of hair
on her head bounced back and forth as she pistoned her mouth along my
shaft. Brigit continued to look straight ahead, keeping lookout.  Without
turning her head, Brigit joined in the fun.  Her right hand slid down into
my lap.  Gingerly, her fingers found my ball sack below where her friend
was gobbling my meat.  She cupped my scrotum and began to play with my
balls.

   I leaned back and closed my eyes.  The combined sensations of
Claudette's mouth and Brigit's fingers was almost more than I could bear. I
was going to blow my nuts very soon.  Claudette apparently sensed my
increasing urgency, because she intensified the suction and tongue action
she was applying to my cock.

   I felt my release begin to build.  Trying to focus on other things, I
pleaded with my body to delay orgasm.  I wanted to enjoy this experience as
long as possible.  After another minute of Claudette's fevered mouth
fucking, however, it was clear that I was losing the battle.  The pressure
in my balls was reaching critical mass.  A few more mouth strokes and I
would be over the edge.

   At just that moment, I felt Brigit tense.  I opened my eyes and tried to
focus.  At the other end of the car, a conductor had entered and was making
his way down the aisle.  I froze, watching him work his way toward us.

   "Someone's coming," Brigit whispered to her friend.  "Hurry!"

   I minute earlier I would have stopped the girl and eliminated all risk.
Now, however, I was so close to blowing my nuts that my primal brain
couldn't conceive of stopping.  I had to have release.

   Faster and faster Claudette sucked my erection, pumping my shaft with
her hand while her mouth and tongue provided exquisite friction.  Brigit
rolled and kneaded my balls, providing as much added stimulation as she
could.  My heart pounded harder and harder as I watched the conductor
drawing nearer.  In about thirty seconds he would be standing over us.  My
buttocks tensed as my orgasm exploded.

   "Mmmggghh....," I groaned deep in my chest, as my cum erupted into
Claudette's mouth.  My eyes remained fixed on the conductor as his journey
down the aisle continued, bringing him ever closer.

   Claudette gurgled softly as she took my load and swallowed it.

   My cum stopped squirting after the fourth or fifth spasm.  Quickly,
Claudette extracted my cock from her mouth, rapidly licked it clean and
wiped her mouth with the back of her hand.  I stuffed my still erect cock
back into my pants as carefully as I could and zipped up.  None too soon.
Before, Claudette could get up, the conductor came along side of our seat.
He looked down at the young girl still kneeling in a cock-sucking position
between my legs.  He frowned.  My heart almost stopped.

   Brigit immediately engaged him in conversation.  Theyl still kneeling in
a cock-sucking position between my legs.  He frowned.  My heart almost
stopped.

   Brigit immediately engaged him in conversation.  They spoke in French
and I couldn't understand what they were talking about.  Finally, after
about thirty seconds, the conductor seemed satisfied and moved on past us
and through the door at the rear of the car.

   "What did you say?" I quickly asked Brigit.



   The youngster giggled.  "I told him that Claudette was motion sick and
felt better sitting on the floor.  I don't think he believed me, but I'm
sure he didn't see anything."

   I breathed a sigh of relief.  It had probably been the most exciting
sexual moment of my life to that point.  I had just been sucked off by a
very young girl, in broad daylight, in a public train car.  How fucking
amazing was that?

   Claudette crawled back up onto the seat the brushed the dust from her
knees.  Her firm young breasts rode high and proud on her chest, and the
top she wore provided a nice view of her youthful cleavage.  I wondered if
I would have the opportunity to see them naked.

   Claudette leaned next to me.  "Zat was ze appetizer," she whispered.  "
I will give you ze main course later."

   Brigit giggled softly on the other side of me.  She reached down had
gently squeezed my softening cock bulge.  "I told you you would like
Claudette," she said.

   ****

   We disembarked at the Versailles Rive Gauche station.  A couple of
minutes later we strolled up the great cobblestone entrance to the grand
palace.  I paid the admission for the three of us, and we set about to
explore the incredibly ornate royal residence.

   As we made our way through the Royal Chapel, the Cornucopia Room, the
Venus, Diana and Mars Rooms, the girls giggled and pointed.  They were
obviously overwhelmed by the shear opulence of the residence occupied by
Louis XIV and his successors.  It isn't just a palace, it is a monument to
the power, culture, wealth and importance of France during the heyday of
its 18th century monarchy.

   We strolled down the Hall of Mirrors, a gaudy, yet breathtaking, display
of wealth; constructed at a time when mirrors were a luxury enjoyed by only
the most privileged.  The girls loved it.  They danced and twirled in front
of the huge mirrors.

   After almost two hours of examining the inside of the palace, we made
our way outside to explore the immense grounds that surround the main
chateau.  Versailles is not just a single building, but actually an
enormous park-like complex with numerous companion structures scattered
throughout the gardens and surrounding forests.  The day being warm and
sunny, we started hiking along the pathways the led to some of the lessor
buildings that encircle the primary palace.

   By the time we reached the Grand Trianon, the King's private residence
away from the main palace, we had worked up a sweat.  Brigit had changed
into one of the new outfits I had purchased while we waited in Paris for
the train.  She was now wearing bright red capri pants and a white halter
top.  She looked great.  Claudette was still attired in the form fitting
jeans and belly shirt she was wearing when met her early in the day.

   "Eet ez getting too hot," Claudette complained.  "I weesh I could take
zees top off!"

   The sheen of sweat that had developed on her neck and belly was slightly
erotic.  Her skin had a healthy, rosy glow.  She was a very hot looking
package of young womanhood.  I found myself wishing she could take her
shirt off as well.  I still had no certainly concerning the girl's age.  I
decided to satisfy my curiosity.

   "How old are you, Claudette?" I asked suddenly.

   The young girl glanced at me, a slightly bemused looked on her face. 
"Fifteen," she answered, finally.

   "You are not!" Brigit challenged.

   "So we are playing games," I said, capturing Claudette's eyes with my
gaze.

   "How old do you zink I am?' Claudette asked.

   That was a difficult question.  It was clear that she was still a
blossoming young girl.  On the other hand, her breast development and
maturing figure would not have been inconsistent with her claimed age.  It
was her face that provided the best clue.  A young girl's face changes
continually in subtle, but discernable, ways between the onset of puberty
and full adulthood.  Like reading the annual rings in the cross section of
a tree, if you can read those changes correctly, you can nearly always
guess a girl's age....or at least get close.  I studied her face carefully.
She was older than Brigit; of that I was sure.  There were still traces of
youthful baby fat in her cheeks, however, and the overall impression was
one of a female no more than two to three years past the onset of puberty.
I took a guess.

   "No more than fourteen," I said with an air of certainty.

   Claudette looked slightly deflated.  For reasons which I don't fully
understand, young girls always seem to want to appear older than they are.
Personally, I wish they could stay fourteen forever.

   "See, Claudette," Brigit laughed.  "You can't fool guys."

   "So I'm right, then?" I asked.

   Claudette said nothing.  Brigit provided the confirmation.  "Her
birthday was last month.  Oui..she is fourteen."

   Perfect.  Claudette's body, face and demeanor perfectly fit my ideal for
a fourteen year old girl.  I recalled her promise to provide the "main
course" later.  I hoped that I wouldn't have to wait long.

   "What ez that?" Claudette asked, changing the subject.  She was pointing
at several large Corinthian columns set in a circular configuration.

   I had no idea.  I glanced at a map of the grounds surrounding Versailles
that had been provided when we entered.  After getting oriented, I located
our position.

   "That's the 'Temple of Love'," I said.  "It's the place for lovers."

   "Then I can take theez thing off here," Claudette announced.  She
immediately lifted her belly shirt up over her head and peeled if off. 
Beneath it, she was wearing a lacy yellow bra.  It was basically a half-bra
and displayed the firm curves of her Burgeoning breasts to perfection.  My
cock began to surge to life.  The youngster appeared totally comfortable
displaying her undergarment in a public place.

   I glanced around.  There weren't any other visitors nearby, so my
immediate concerns about her display faded.  Claudette skpped off down the
pathway toward the Temple of Love.  Brigit took off after her.  I had no
choice but to follow.

   We wandered through the small shrine to romantic love.  In the center,
stood a statue of Cupid making a bow from the club of Hercules.  How
quaint, I thought.

   "It would be better....," Claudette giggled, "....if zee Cupid, he had
zee hard-on."

   Maybe Cupid didn't have an erection, but I did.  Watching the hot young
French girl frolic about in tight jeans and bra had engorged my cock.  It
pressed uncomfortably against the fabric of my pants.  I had already fucked
Brigit and been sucked off by Claudette that morning, but I was still hard
as a rock.  I started calculating how long it would take to get the girls
back to my hotel room.  Claudette took a more direct approach.

   With a whoop of delight, she started running toward a small grove of
trees and bushes a short distance away.  Brigit and I exchanged glances and
started after her.  By the time I pushed back some low hanging branches and
plunged into the thick foliage of the grove, I was breathing hard.  I was a
little disoriented at first and couldn't see Claudette anywhere.  I pushed
and thrashed my way through the vegetation for about forty or fifty feet
and suddenly broke into a small clear area at the base of large oak tree
that dominated the small grove.  Claudette was standing in the clearing,
grinning.  With the loud rustling of bushes, Brigit broke into the small
clearing right behind me, wearing a couple of leaves in her hair.

   "It ez time to play," Claudette announced.

   I quickly assessed the situation.  It was obvious what kind of "play"
the fourteen year old had in mind.  It was also broad daylight and we were
located in one of the most visited sites in all of France.  On the other
hand, at our present location we were completely hidden from view.  We
would be able to hear anybody coming as they crashed through the brushy
foliage that surrounded us.  I decided that the opportunity was well worth
the risk.

   "Indeed it is," I agreed.  "How should we begin?"

   "Like zees," Claudette rejoined.  She reached behind her back, unhooked
her bra and let it drop from her breasts.  The sight of her youthful tits
took my breath away.  They were perfect cones and appeared to have been
carved from granite, they were so firm.  Each was crowned with a dark pink
areola and nipple.

   "You too, Brigit," Claudette urged.

   Taking the challenge, Brigit moved close to her friend and faced me. 
Slowly, deliberately, she untied her halter top and removed it.  She wore
no bra underneath.  Her smaller, but equally firm, breasts stood out
proudly from her chest in the sunlight that filtered down through the tree
branches above us.

   "Now you," Brigit challenged.

   Getting into the spirit of the game, I slowly, sensuously unbuttoned my
shirt and removed it.  I wore no undershirt and my bare chest glistened
with sweat in the warm afternoon air.

   Without saying anything, Claudette started the next round.  She slowly
unbuttoned and unzipped her jeans and then wiggled out of them.  Underneath
she wore lacy yellow panties that matched her bra.  The material was so
thin that I could discern a small, dark patch of pubic hair at the crotch.
Brigit quickly followed suit and removed her red capri pants, revealing her
plain white cotton panties.  Standing nearly naked before me, Claudette's
greater degree of development was obvious.  Her hips were wider and her
general appearance more curvaceous.  While, Brigit's body was still
slightly boyish, Claudette's was definitely more womanly.

   "It eez your turn," Claudette demanded.

   Despite the relative security of our location, I felt slightly
uncomfortable as I contemplated the removal of further clothing.  I had
never practiced nudity and the thought of being naked in such a public
place was a little disquieting.  The promise of sexual delights with the
two nubile youngsters standing before me, however, overcame my natural
reluctance.  I unzipped my pants and slipped out of them.  My erection
created a fabric tent in the front of my boxers.

   "Oh!," Claudette blurted.  "There eez zee hard-on!"

   I felt myself blushing.  I felt foolish that two very young girls could
make me feel embarrassed.  I was also very aroused.

   Brigit took her panties off first.  The now familiar sight of her
beautiful little pussy came into view.  The cleft between her vaginal lips
was clearly visible, unobstructed by the sparse wisps of soft pubic hair
that barely covered the top of her mons.  I held my breath as Claudette
slid her fingers underneath the elastic band of her panties and slid them
down her legs.  She stepped out of the delicate panties and stood up.  The
small bush of hair that adorned her pubis confirmed that the color of the
hair on her head was natural.  The soft, curly patch at her crotch was the
same reddish-carrot color.  I had never seen a redhead nude before.  I was
fascinated.

   While I stood taking in the marvelous view of the two young girls,
Claudette reminded me that I had not finished my part of the strip tease.
"Show us your thing," she demanded.

   Taking a deep breath to overcome my nervousness, I slid my boxers down
and kicked them away.  My thick erection stood out hard and swollen.  It
twitched up and down slightly as blood pumped through it.  I was totally
ready for some serious fucking.

   "Come here, ladies," I ordered.

   Doing as they were told, they walked over to where I was standing. 
Without further instruction, they got down on their knees and took up
positions on each side of my cock.  Claudette took hold of my cock and
started to stroke it.  Brigit tilted her head back and began flicking her
tongue along the underside of my shaft and its mushroom shaped head. 
Overhead, the sun beat down through the trees, its warm rays raising beads
of sweat on my shoulders.

   The horny youngsters alternated sucking my cock.  First one, then the
other, would take me deep into her throat, fellate me for eight or ten
stokes.......then pass me back to her friend.  It was so incredibly hot and
sexy watching the two juvenile cocksuckers working my thickly veined shaft
between their sweet, pouty lips.  It was beyond anything that I had ever
dreamed possible.  In all those times I had fantasized about and lusted
after the cute teenage girls at the mall I could never have imagined the
scene I found myself in at that moment.  Claudette was now working my cock,
as Brigit watched.

   "Suck it, baby.  Yeah, suck my cock," I instructed Claudette as she
slurped my rod.  The fourteen year old intensified her pumping action.  She
felt my orgasm coming at the same time I did.  Just before the first semen
erupted, she pulled my cock out of her mouth and pointed it over her
shoulder.  The first spasm sent a thick wad of creamy cum shooting past her
ear.  It flew at least five feet, then descended in an arc to the ground. I
wrestled my cock away from the youngster's hand and directed the next salvo
downward.  It exploded into the valley between her breast mounds and
spattered across her youthful globes.  Claudette opened her mouth wide,
inviting me to deposit the remaining semen cargo onto her tongue.  Jerking
myself as I came, I pumped two or three more globs of cum directly into her
mouth.  Finally, with knees weak and shaky, I stopped coming.

   "Mmmmm," Claudette murmured as she licked her lips and swallowed my
deposit.

   "That was so nice," Brigit observed.

   I suddenly felt very exposed and vulnerable.  If anyone saw us like
this, I would probably miss my flight the next day while I tried to figure
out how to hire a French attorney.  I was preparing to put my clothes back
on.  The girls were not having any of that.

   "Brigit.....  she sayz that you are nice to fuck," Claudette said, her
face still flushed with sexual excitement.  "Show me."



   I balked.  First of all, I was concerned at pressing my luck in such a
public location.  Second, I had just come for the third time since morning
and I wasn't sure about my ability to maintain an erection.  My cock was
already beginning to droop noticeably.  Claudette sensed my second problem
and began to pump and stoke my deflating penis.  As she played with my
organ, my first concern began to dissolve.  Soon both of the young girls
were licking, stoking and sucking me.  It took them about five minutes, but
they succeeded in making me hard and ready for action again.

   Claudette took me by my cock and led me to an area that was covered with
unkempt wild grass.  She got down on her hands and knees and presented
herself for my entry doggy style.  I stepped up to the plate, bat in hand.
I rubbed my cock head up and down in her moist slit and then pressed
forward.  My cock squeezed slowly between her pussy lips and into her
interior.  Her cunt was warm and tight.  And very wet.  She moaned softly
as I entered her.

   Brigit came up behind me and pressed her small body against my backside.
Her hard little breast cones pushed against my back, while the soft fuzz of
her pussy rubbed against my ass.  Sandwiched between the twelve year old
and the fourteen year old, I began fucking.  Having just come, I felt no
urgency.  I savored the warm, wet pressure of Claudette's cunt tube as my
cock glided back and forth through it.  I placed my hands on each of her
asscheeks and guided her pussy back and forth along my shaft, driving
deeper with each stoke.  Brigit put her mouth to my ear and licked it.

   " She is good to fuck, no?" she whispered, as I filled her friend's
pussy with my cock meat.

   I simply groaned with pleasure.

   Beneath me, Claudette moaned and meowed like a kitten, enjoying the
pleasure of her sexual impalement.  She was a very hot young woman.  It was
clear that she loved sex.  I continued to fuck Claudette for five or six
minutes, varying the rhythm of my thrusts at intervals.

   " Fuck me, too," Brigit whispered in my ear.

   I was about to pull out of Claudette to accommodate Brigit's request. 
Before I could do so, she crawled around from behind me and stood next to
the older girl.  Carefully, she lifted one leg over her friend so that she
stood aside her, facing me.  Gently, she sat down, her buttocks resting on
Claudette's ass.  She then lowered her trunk until she was lying face up on
the older girls's back, her thighs spread open directly below me.  Her pink
little pussy glistened, wet and inviting, right above the point where my
cock entered Claudette.  The two girls pussies were now located one on top
of the other only inches apart.  It was one of the most erotic things I had
ever seen.

   I grudgingly pulled out of Claudette.  Placing my swollen organ into the
tiny opening of Brigit's pussy, I thrust into her.  My cock encountered the
back wall of her cunt and bottomed out.  Brigit looked up at me with
seductive eyes as I began to fuck her; the golden rays of sunlight danced
across her face and cute little tits.  After eight or ten stokes, I popped
out of her tight hole, lowered my cock about three inches and slid back
into Claudette.  For the next several minutes, I alternated pussies; first
giving Claudette's cunt a pounding, and then drilling the twelve year old
sprawled on top of her.  I couldn't get enough of their delectable young
bodies.

   I assumed that Claudette was straining under the weight of her friend's
body, and knew I had to finish soon.  I slid into Claudette for the last
time.  By now I was pounding her cunt like I was driving nails.

   "Oh, oh....oh...ooohh," the fourteen year old wailed in time to my
forceful thrusts.

   While I slammed into Claudette from behind, I reached down and played
with Brigit's tiny pink clit as it poked up shiny and hard from between her
pussy lips.  Using one hand to spread her open, I used the thumb of the
other hand to strum her sexual bud rapidly.  She began writhing around on
her precarious perch, the sweat on the two girls' backs acting as a
lubricant between them.  Suddenly, Claudette's pussy began to spasm and
constrict and she pressed her hips back hard against my groin.  She was
coming.  The added stimulation on my cock set off my orgasm.  The first
spurt of come lodged deep inside the fourteen year old.  Before the second
erupted, I pulled out and aimed my cock at Brigit.  When I finally stopped
coming, her stomach was laced with shiny, wet streaks of man juice.

   It took another minute for me to bring Brigit off.  Claudette, still
recovering from her own release, continued to support her friend's small
body on top of her.  When the twelve year old finally came, it was so
violent that she slid off onto the ground next to Claudette.  We all
collapsed into a sweaty, sexually satisfied heap.

   "That's gonna cost me more clothes, isn't it?" I said with a sigh.

   "Oh, oui," Brigit replied.  "...and maybe more."

   By the time we finished getting dressed and emerged from the brushy
grove, the sun was low in the sky.  A strolling couple observed our exodus
from the secluded area where we had consummated our tryst.  They looked at
me suspiciously, but said nothing.  As we walked past them, the man's eyes
surveyed the nubile figures of my two young lovers.  With a wry smile he
winked at me.

   It was a long walk back to the train station, and it would be getting
cooler soon.  We hurried back toward the main chateau.  I had no idea what
the rest of the night held for me, but that I knew I had my hands full.