I had just settled down in the jacuzzi with a nice glass of local wine, a wonderful red, when I heard some giggling from the path leading to the hot tub. Oh, fuck, I thought to myself. I'm buck naked and I don't even have a swimming suit with me.

Before I could even react--jump out of the pool and toss some clothes on or something--two teenage girls appeared through the bushes. They were beautiful young girls, couldn't have been more than fifteen, one taller, a nice-looking thin blonde, and the other shorter, dark hair and eyes, a real stunner, sultry and beautiful, filling out her little bikini quite wonderfully. They looked surprised at first when they saw me, then apparently noticed that I was naked, which started a fresh round of teen girl giggling.

This all started when we showed up at our villa in the south of France. It was a wonderful place, secluded on a little wooded hilltop overlooking the sea. There was a little clutch of villas in the area, which shared, among other things, the same jacuzzi. The first night I was there, I noticed two couples in the hot tub, all of them naked, and figured that was the way things went in France. Since then, every night I sat in the tub after a long day of sight-seeing with the family; at first I brought along my swimming trunks (though I didn't put them on), but after a few days of never seeing another soul, the two couples having left by then, I decided that was unnecessary. So, here I sat, buck naked in front of two very pretty young girls.

The darker one said something to me in French. I smiled as best I could. "Sorry, I don't speak French."

The girls giggled some more. "American?" little dark-hair said.

"Yeah," I said, a bit sheepishly.

"Is OK?" the girl said, dipping a toe into the water to indicate what she meant.

"Yeah, of course," I said, feeling very, um, bare at that moment.

The girls climbed into the hot tub, sitting across from me. "Um, I'm sorry," I said, covering my nethers, "I don't have my swimming suit with me or anything..."

The girls giggled, but they must have understood the gist of what I was saying. "Is OK," little dark-hair said. All right, I figured, if they don't mind hanging out in the tub with a naked older man, I guess I'm OK with it. They are French girls, after all.

They sat on the opposite side of the tub, talking to each other in French, giggling a lot, and occasionally looking over at me. After a little while, they both nodded to each other, and little dark-hair moved across the tub towards me. She said something to me in French, gesturing with her hands, sort of lifting them up, palms up. I had no idea what she was asking. "I'm sorry," I said, "I don't understand."

She turned to her friend and they said a few things in French; then the friend said, "Stand?" Little dark-hair nodded in agreement, turned to me, gestured with her hand again, and said "Stand?"

"You want me to stand up?" I said.

"Yes," she said, nodding rather vigorously.

I had no idea what the two were doing, but I rather sheepishly stood up, covering my nethers with my hands. Both girls giggled.

"No, no," little dark-hair said, and she reached out and put her hand on my hands, pulling them away from my cock. I could feel her fingers run through my pubic hair as she did it.

I realized immediately what they wanted. They wanted to see my cock. I was very uncomfortable at that moment, not at all sure that this was a good idea. But as you all probably know, a penis has a mind of his own at times like this. In one second my little guy had already grown to half-mast, and by the second second he was rock hard and standing up full and proud. I don't think I've popped a hard-on that quick since I was a teenager.

Oh, shit. I quickly covered him up again, mortified. "I'm sorry," I stammered.

"No," little dark-hair said, reaching out again. "Is OK." She pulled my hands away again, and as she did, I felt her fingers run along my erection.

Well, fuck. I guess if the girls are looking for a sex ed class, they're sure getting it now. So I just stood there, feeling very uncomfortable, and let 'em stare at my hard-on. They both looked at it for a little while and said a few things in French to each other, giggling.

Little dark-hair reached her hand out. "Is OK?" she asked. Shit, the girl wants to touch him!

"Um," I said, not sure that I should agree to this. But before I could say anything further, she already had her fingers on my dick. She ran them along the top of my shaft, over my head, then back down the underside, then ran her fingers very delicately over my balls. Still touching my balls, she turned to her friend and said something in French. The friend, perhaps a bit reluctantly, swam over and reached her hand out, running her fingers over my cock as well. They talked in French, both of them staring at my cock and apparently commenting on him, giggling while they both ran their fingers up and down the shaft and over my balls.

Then little dark-hair wrapped her hand around the shaft. "Is good?" she said, looking up at me as she started moving her hand a little bit in an apparent effort to jack me. I smiled at her. "Is good," I said, mimicking her accent teasingly, then reached down to show her what to do. I figured, I guess I'm all in on this thing now, may as well enjoy it! Then she said something to her friend and the blonde reached out and started jacking me. I settled back, leaning against the side of the tub, then reached out and directed little dark-hair's hand down to my balls.

"Oh, that feels nice," I said. Little dark-hair looked up at me and smiled sweetly, surely unaware of the specifics of what I said, but fully aware of what I was saying. "You should kiss it now," I said.

"Kiss?" she asked.

"Yeah."

To my surprise, she climbed up, leaned into me, and gave me a little kiss on the lips. It was a very sweet gesture, but, I'm sure you can imagine, not exactly what I had in mind. I smiled at her, then pointed down, putting my finger on the tip of my head. "You should kiss me here now." She grinned broadly, then leaned down and gave the tip of my penis a sweetly little peck. "Now open your mouth," I said; she looked up at me and I demonstrated, opening my mouth.

She knew exactly what I wanted. The little sweetheart leaned down, opened, and took my head into her mouth. I was in heaven, feeling the warm silkiness of her mouth on my head, her friend still jacking me, her hand still cupped over my balls. After a few seconds she pulled her head away and said something to her friend, who made a silly face, but apparently agreed; they switched positions, little dark-hair now jacking me and blondie taking my head into her mouth. This felt even better, because little dark-hair was better at jacking. I took the opportunity to give them a little lesson in head-giving, putting my hands on blondie's head and moving it in rhythm with her friend's jacking.

After a little while, blondie pulled away, wiped her mouth on the back of her hand, and said something to her friend. Her friend giggled, said something back, then blondie giggled as well. Then little dark-hair stood up, reached around her back, and unhooked her bikini top.

If I could have, I would have dwelt longer on her adorable little young teen breasts, plump and pale and topped with stiff dark nipples, but my attention was quickly diverted: immediately after taking her top off, she started pulling down her bottoms. Again I would have loved to have dwelt longer on her little pussy, a nice full womanly bush of raven-colored hair, but again, she immediately diverted my attention by climbing onto me.

Holy shit, I thought to myself, she's gonna fuck me! Never in my wildest fantasies, never even while the two girls were giving me head, did I imagine that I would actually get to fuck this sweet little dark-haired beauty.

To my utter, dumbfounded amazement, the little sweetheart straddled me, reached around behind her, and directed my cock into her. I suddenly realized that I was the luckiest bastard in the world to have happened through blind luck to stumble upon two slutty little French girls, though in the back of my head I wondered if I shouldn't be more careful--who knows how many Frenchmen have enjoyed these pussies; one souvenir I wouldn't want to go home with was a sexually transmitted disease.

It quickly became apparent that my assumptions about this particular girl were completely wrong. As she struggled to get my cock into her vagina, I immediately realized why: the little tart was a virgin! She persevered admirably in her effort, pushing down with all her weight on my poor little cock, which bowed under the pressure. But her hymen gave less resistance than I remember from the handful of virgins I fucked during my cherry-popping days, and she gave a little painful moan after only a few seconds of effort as my cockhead penetrated into her.

She seemed to know instinctively what to do, and once I was inside her, she started lifting herself up and pushing back down, letting my cock slide in and out of her. She was smiling sweetly now, apparently quite happy to have a cock inside her for the first time in her young life.

It felt wonderful, I suppose it goes without saying. My cock was in heaven inside her tight little cunt. It'd been a long, long time since I'd fucked an underage girl, and I was just a kid back then myself, but now as a grown man with a grown man's cock it seemed like I barely even fit. But she was willing to take it, that's for sure.

As she rode me, I reached up and grabbed her tits, squeezing them together. They were not large, really just a decent handful, but still seemed quite big for such a little girl, wonderfully plump and soft. Her nipples were dark, standing out prominently from her pale breasts, and fairly large, especially her nubs, which were cute little stiffies. She grinned broadly as I squeezed them, and when I leaned over and took one of her nipples in my mouth, she moaned audibly and started riding me faster.

After kissing her breasts for a little while, I looked over at her friend, who was sitting back on her side of the tub, watching us, wide-eyed. Little dark-hair saw me looking at her, turned to look at her as well and said something to her. Blondie shook her head. Little dark hair said a bit more, and then blondie stood up a bit reluctantly and pulled her bikini bottoms off. I could see that she had light-blonde pubic hair, and not nearly as much as her friend. She did not take her top off.

Little dark-hair climbed off of me, and blondie climbed on. Shit, I'm gonna get to fuck both of them! And surely if that little dark-haired tart was a virgin, this girl was, too. Holy crap, two virgins in one night!

Blondie tried hard to get my cock inside her virgin fuck-hole, but it wasn't working. This was more what I remembered hymens to be like, a stiff resistance that required a great deal of effort to break. She was obviously in pain, and not enjoying herself at all, so I signaled to little dark-hair. "I think it would be better," I said, "if I turn her over so I'm doing the work," indicating with my hands what I was saying. Little dark-hair seemed to understand and said something to her friend, who nodded, and I picked her up by the ass and turned her over so that she was sitting on the edge of the hottub, my penis still inside her although only barely, just my head in her labia. I gripped my cock to give him added support, and with the skill of an experienced robber of maidenheads (OK, she was only the fifth virgin I'd fucked, but still!), I shoved hard into her. Her hymen resisted, but it was futile, and she moaned outloud as I felt the tight skin begin to tear.

Once I was inside her, I started fucking her, fairly gently at first. "It feels wonderful," I said to her. She managed a sweet smile. I reached up and pulled her bikini top up over her breasts; they were quite small, much smaller than her friend's. Her nipples were puffy pink little things that barely had any teat at all. She gave me an uncomfortable look, then reached up and pulled the top back down. I thought that was funny, letting me fuck her but not letting me look at her tits.

I gradually increased my speed, really fucking her quite hard, but she never looked like she really was enjoying it. So I was grateful when little dark-hair swam over and said something to blondie, who nodded rather quickly in agreement. Then little dark-hair sat up on the edge of the tub next to her friend and spread her legs in an unmistakable sign.

Quite frankly, as fun as it was to pop blondie's cherry, I was much more interested in fucking her friend, so I pulled out of her and plunged right into the other. Little dark-hair's pussy was sopping wet at this point--she must have been masturbating while I fucked her friend, maybe this was the first time she'd really been able to explore inside her pussy, now that her maidenhead was gone? Whatever the reason, her fuck-toy was sopping wet; open and accepting, but still incredibly tight; it felt like she was squeezing my cock each time I entered her, and even more when I pulled back, like she didn't want me to leave. Don't go, come now, her pussy seemed to be saying. Give me your come right now!

I fucked her very hard. Even if I'd wanted to be gentle, I don't think I would have been able to. But unlike her friend, little dark-hair enjoyed every second of it, a big silly smile on her pretty face, and she liked it best when I grabbed her plump little tits or kissed her big stiff nipples.

Eventually, too soon actually, I knew I was one more good thrust away from orgasm. I pulled out of her. "I'm just about to come," I said.

She smiled knowingly. She said something to her friend, then pushed me over so that I was sitting on the edge of the tub. Blondie came over--I noticed she'd put her bikini bottoms back on--then she started jacking me while little dark-hair took my head in her mouth again.

I was about one second from exploding as it was, and having little dark-hair take my cockhead, coated as it was with the taste of her own pussy, into her mouth, was more than I could take. Blondie hardly had to jack me at all, a couple of amateurish strokes, and I felt the familiar burning in my loins. I put my hands on little dark-hair's head, and erupted. The first shot was a big load, primed by all the evening's activities, and it shot down the poor unsuspecting girl's throat. She tried to pull away but I kept her firmly in place and the second big shot filled her mouth. She opened her mouth even more than it already was, so that my come drained out of her mouth and onto her friend's hand, as I fired my third shot, still holding her in place. With her mouth opened even wider, I could shove even deeper into her, holding her tightly in place and pushing my head into the back of her mouth so that my next shot fired right down her throat. I pulled back and pushed in deep again and dumped my fifth, and more or less final, shot down her throat as well.

I let go of her head and she pulled away from me, a couple smaller spurts of come expelling from my twitching cock. Blondie took her hand away, looking rather unhappily at my semen coating her hand, and said something in French that I'm pretty sure meant "gross." Little dark-hair was wiping her mouth off with the back of her hand, and even though she was grimacing, I was surprised, and pleased, to see that she nonetheless managed to have a big smile on her face.

I picked up my glass of wine. "Here," I said, handing it to her, "I bet you need something to clean your mouth out." She smiled, nodding, took the glass, and downed it in one gulp. I filled it up for her again, and this time she swished it around in her mouth a bit before swallowing. Then she settled down in the hottub next to me, still naked, and the three of us finished off the rest of the bottle, little dark-hair and I kissing and touching each other's bodies the whole time.

I went back to that jacuzzi every night after touring with the family, hoping to see my little girlfriends again, but by the end of the week I'd resigned myself to the fact that it was a one night stand. That was probably for the best; I'm not the sort of guy that cheats on his wife, and it'd really ruin the perfect vacation if I were to be caught in a compromising position with a couple of young French teens.

Nonetheless, you can appreciate I'm sure how thrilled I was when, as I was sitting in the jacuzzi on the very last night of our vacation, my little dark-haired sweetheart emerged from the woods. Without saying a word, she slipped off her swimming suit, stepped into the tub, and climbed on top of me.

Luckily my little guy reacted to all this like a horny schoolboy again, and by the time she reached between her legs to direct my cock into her, I was hard as a rock. I slipped right into her sweet wet snatch and she started happily bouncing on me.

After a while I turned her over and started fucking her good and hard, her full little breasts bouncing happily underneath me. It wasn't much longer, and I could feel my orgasm welling deep inside me. "I'm gonna come soon," I said.

She smiled up at me, wrapped her legs around me, and said very quietly, "Is OK."

I wasn't entirely sure she understood, but I didn't much care, either. I just pounded her for another good half-dozen strokes or so, and then I let my big guy loose inside her. I shoved in, fired a shot, shoved in again and fired again, until I'd drained my balls completely into the young girl's fertile womb.

The next morning, as we were driving out of the villa for the last time on our way to the airport, we drove past two young French girls on their bicycles. One of them, a cute little dark-haired girl, smiled broadly as she saw me through the car window, then waved enthusiastically. I waved back.

"Who are they?" my wife asked, looking at me suspiciously.

"Just a couple of girls I met at the villa," I said.