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(Ff-teens, youths, 1st-lesbian- expr) *** It was my first real holiday without my parents, and I was really looking forward to it. My uncle and aunt worked in the entertainment business, and they had won a sales competition prize of a week in a ClubMed resort in a place called Opio in southern France. I had never heard of the place, but I had heard of ClubMed, which is the up-market French equivalent of Butlins. Basically all the middle class French go there in the summer for their fortnight in the sun. The problem was, my uncle Neil twisted his ankle at the gym two days before they were supposed to go, and my aunt Sarah was without a partner for the holiday. Poor Neil, lucky me! She quickly changed the booking and I got my passport out of the bottom drawer. My mum and dad were cool about it, because although Sarah was a lot younger than Neil (He was in his 40's, she was ten years younger) She was the level headed one of the two, and they seemed to think she would keep me on the straight and narrow (fat chance) We landed at Cannes airport, and Sarah picked up the hire Jeep for the 20-mile trip to Opio. The countryside was glorious, green hills and olive groves looking over a crystal blue sea. The resort was basically a large fenced compound, with its own tennis courts, archery fields and every sporting facility you could want. More importantly, it had a big square pool in the centre, with the apartments built around it. Everything in the complex was paid for via a Club Med card, so no cash needed on site. Once we had settled in our separate rooms (nice big double beds in each) and changed into our bikinis, we both headed out to the poolside to catch some sun before dinner. There were the usual assortment found in any holiday resort, Fat German businessmen with overhanging bellies and ridiculously small trunks. Looked like sale day at the sausage works! Their wives were over brown and leathery and trust me when I say topless is OK when you are my age (pert and bouncy since you're asking!) but not when they look like two crocodile skin smuggled saddlebags...Yuk! There were also the local French Romeos, scanning the pool area for fresh meat. And of course, two English women, pale and interesting and fresh off the plane, were a magnet for the Gallic equivalent of Saturday night at the meat market. We were soon attracting interest from all sides. Free drinks is fine, but neither Sarah or I fancied repaying them with a friendly shag... Still, we got just a little burned, not too badly, and the free Tequila Sunrises and lots of Factor 20 made it relatively painless. At 6, we excused ourselves, put our sunglasses back on and started to walk back to our apartments. That was when I saw her... I thought she looked quite young (good job I didn't know the truth till later) but her looks blinded me to just how young. She was French, that was obvious, not because of what she said (she didn't) but how she looked and acted. She was about 5'5" with jet-black hair tumbling down her shoulders, which were a deep shade of golden brown. Her bikini was black too, and looked like it had been sprayed on. She had heavy round breasts, which would have looked out of proportion on anyone else, but her body seemed to ripple like a panthers as she turned over on the sun lounger. Her eyes, when she took off her designer sunglasses, were almost as dark as her hair, and she looked me straight in the eye as I walked past her. The kind of look that only the French can get away with. Direct, sexy and unmistakable in its meaning. I think the English equivalent is "I suppose a shag is out of the question?" It wasn't and I felt my knees weaken, as she looked me up and down in a blatant sexual inspection. After my experience with Annette a couple of years before, I knew when another woman was interested in me, and she definitely was. I let my eyes linger just a fraction too long on her erect nipples, which were pushing out the front of her top noticeably, and that was when I fell over... Over her brother's legs, as it turned out. He was like a younger, mirror image of his sister. Longish dark hair, a brown friendly face with very white teeth, and a very nice six pack... Let me explain here that I usually pay very little attention to boys, but he was beautiful, for a guy, and I really wanted to fuck his sister, so I gave him the once over out of politeness! After the apologies, mine in broken French, his in pretty good English, I picked myself up, smiled at them both, with a lingering last look at the stunning girl, and followed Sarah (who was giggling all the way) to our rooms. My aunt for two reasons teased me mercilessly. As she said, falling over a boy's leg in your first day in front of the whole resort was bad enough, but she giggled that my tongue was hanging out so far; no one was in any doubt that my knickers were wet for the French girl, which she found hysterical. I blushed very red and mumbled something about her being mistaken. Sarah fixed me with that "I am older than you, don't give me that shit," look and went on. "OK, have it your way," she smiled broadly. "Just let me know if you DO get into that girls underwear" I laughed too at that. My secret was out, at least to my aunt! *** The next two days we spent exploring the resort. I am no athlete, but the hot sun and blue sky made me feel like doing stuff. We canoed, cycled, shot from bows and generally enjoyed everything Opio had to offer. Which included 2 bars and 2 clubs. Supposedly over 18 only, but we spent two nights dancing and giggling together like schoolgirls at the attempts by French and Italian men to chat us up. Most of them were married (the pale band around the wedding ring finger was a dead giveaway) and neither Sarah nor I fancied a drunken fumble with a man who had bathed in neat aftershave before coming out! But I was still horny for that girl, and as she was obviously too young to get in the clubs, I was wondering what I would have to do to prise her away from her brother. For the past two days she had been at poolside, topping up that golden tan with a succession of ever-smaller bikinis the only thing she wore. But always with the little brother beside her. No sign of parents or guardians, just them, sun tan lotion and bottled water. We gave each other looks every time we passed at meal times and on the way to the pool, but that looked as if it would be all that would happen. It was my third day there, my tan was catching her up, but my hands still hadn't slipped inside those bikini pants and my palms were itching. The other annoying thing was that her brother obviously had the hots for me big time. If his sister was giving me smouldering looks, his would have melted my sunglasses if I had stared back too long. And that rather large bulge in his swim shorts was getting embarrassing. If I stopped to adjust the string on my top (cruel I know, cos it makes my tits wobble!), it grew alarmingly, and he looked like someone about to open a tent showroom. I caught his sister giving him an alarmed look the last time it happened, and a rather leathery German matron nearly spilled her Cuba Libre as she stared at his erection when she passed... Anyway, I have teased you enough. We did get it on, but not in the way I had imagined (alcohol, slow dance and a frantic fuck against the bedroom wall) In typical French fashion, she had it all worked out. Sarah wanted to go shopping in Cannes, so I cried off thinking I could try the old "Hi there, I am just a stupid English girl who would like to learn some French" routine. (Rough translation "My tongue is magnetically attracted to your fanny, can you lay down long enough for me to get it inside you") I needn't have worried... As soon as I saw her, I could see she had something in mind. I was coming down the open staircase at the back of the apartment block, and she was coming up. The same black minuscule bikini was fresh on; her skin didn't have the usual slick shine of sun tan lotion, just honey soft and eye wateringly brown. Her big tits rippled as she walked, and my eyes followed them up and down, I must have looked like Forest Gump! Sadly, she was with little brother, and I groaned inside, thinking here we go again, another afternoon wasted. But no... She stopped as we reached the same stair and smiled at me, "Bonjour, parlez vous Francais?" she asked, and her cool fingers curled round my wrist "Non", I gulped, my stomach still doing back flips from watching those firm tits bouncing away "Je ne parlez pas Francais, Je suis desolate." My French was nearly as bad as my fellatio technique (lack of practice) so I hoped to hell she spoke English. She did, not perfectly, but with delightful little mistakes that just made her even more gorgeous in my eyes. She was direct and to the point "You liked me?" she smiled (Like her, for fucks sake, I was dripping by then!) I nodded like a fool "I liked you too" she grinned wider "I would like to make the love with you" My heart nearly banged out of my chest. Did she mean what I think she meant? "Err... make love in English means," and I desperately remembered that cheesy line in the old song my mum used to sing at Christmas "Voulez vous couches avec mois." (Oh God, had I really said will you sleep with me??) But she nodded eagerly. "Oui, certainment." She then grasped my arm firmly and pulled me up the stairs. Her English was still broken, but I understood all right "We go to your chambre, now." Fuck me, I thought, she IS going to let me shag her! And then I remembered her brother. He was sporting a hard on which was nearly vertical, and I thought "No way" I am well up for giving your sister the best orgasm she has ever had, but you're not watching, and you certainly aren't sticking THAT in me! But I did, and he did. With a mixture of French, English and hand gestures, she told me that they came as a package. He wanted to watch us go at it, and as a reward for not telling on her, she had agreed to let him see her fuck the nice English girl. I had a choice, let him watch me have her, or spend the last 3 days of my holiday ogling her all day and diddling myself every night. No contest... As soon as we got to the room, she gestured for him to sit on the small stool by the dressing table. He had a bit of trouble with that, because his hard on was a bit difficult to fold away! She pulled me towards the bed and began to show me why French girls invented oral sex. After we had kissed for ages, her mouth soft and demanding, tongue searching out mine, she stripped off my bikini top and used that talented tongue on my oh so sensitive nipples. I could just see us in the bedside mirror, and we did make a horny sight. Her big boobs crushed against mine (and Oh God they were all I had hoped for, firm, with erect nipples which reacted like little rubbers to my tongue and made her swear in French!) After we had kissed and sucked each other's nipples for what seemed like hours, I at last managed to get a hand down the front of her bikini bottoms. She was hot, wet and open. My finger slid into her easily, right up to the knuckle and she groaned deeply as my thumb started circling her clit. She got even wetter, and my fingers started making wet noises inside her. By now her hand was inside my pants, and the mutual fingering was making me forget we had an audience. Both sets of bottoms slid off and I saw for the first time that Junior was taking matters in his own hands. OK, I prefer girls, and the few erect cocks I have handled haven't been anything special, but I will admit he was cute. Naked, he looked pretty good, and that throbbing hard on was very attractive, especially as he was pumping is slowly while he watched us. But by then she (and I found out later that her name was Sandrine) had got past the fingering stage, and was sliding down my belly, licking and kissing while she went. I gave up to the inevitable, laying back on the bed and opening my legs wide to give her room. She didn't disappoint. Although I am sure she was as hot as I was, give her credit, she took her time. I didn't know at the time that she was only just 16 then, but whatever they teach French girls at Convent school obviously works. She lapped across my sex like an expert, long slow strokes up and down from top to bottom, Her fingers were inside me and she curled them round until she touched THAT spot. I jumped like I had been electrocuted. Finding her rhythm, she started circling my clit with her long tongue, looking me in the eye while she did. I was lost. This girl was going to make me come in record time, and I howled as she increased the pace. My hips went crazy, pumping up to meet her demanding mouth, closed over me. I opened my mouth to speak. I was about to say, "You are going to make me come" which is one of my regular lines (I know I love to hear a girl say that just before I make her do it) But just at that moment something stopped me doing it. Not coming, cos I did, about 45 seconds later, but speaking. You've guessed it. Junior wasn't content to watch his sister screwing the English girl. He saw his chance and took it. OK it was a moment of weakness; I have sucked a few cocks, usually after a lot of vodka, and once or twice haven't minded too much. But pussy is my preference (what is it they say, oysters over sausage!) and I haven't sucked one for a couple of years now. But young Armand had seen me throw my head back and open my mouth. He had approached the bed, and in a crafty move, held the back of my head and slid that pulsing cock right into my mouth. My eyes opened, and if it had been twenty seconds earlier, I would have spat it out, But too late. Now I WAS coming. I could just see Sandrine's big brown eyes staring at me over the small patch of brown hair she was covering with her busy mouth. Her fingers were now right up inside me and her tongue was frantically sucking on my clit, something guaranteed to set me off like a Roman candle. I came, every bit of my body tingled, and I arched my hips up in a bow, spasms racking my body. If I hadn't had him in my mouth, I would have howled the place down, but just then, the inevitable happened, he came too. Now like I said, I am no expert at fellatio, and the few times I have tried it I have struggled to avoid being the recipient of a cum shot. Its salty, its like wallpaper paste (OK I have never actually eaten wallpaper paste) and the taste of a girls pussy is 100% better, coming or not. However, the large pole in my mouth was not backing off, and as he was half way down my throat at the time, at least I didn't get to taste it! He came in about 4 long spurts, I could feel every one, and a whole can of Coke was required to get rid of the lump in my throat afterwards (why is it that cum stays in your throat? answers on a postcard please. I was till going through aftershocks when he had pulled out of my mouth, so it was several seconds before I could speak. But at least it produced one good result. Sandrine was livid. She jumped up, slapped him smartly round the face, and pushed him, wilting hard on and all, out of my door. But I swear he flashed me a smirk before he left (bastard!) The good result was that I got a full hour with my sexy French lover, and I put all my experience with Annette to good use. I licked her, I fingered her and I fucked her with my little pocket rocket until she was slick with sweat and exhausted. She staggered from my room with the bikini held together with safety pins (OK I ripped it off her!) But the biggest shock I got was three days later when we left. She came up to me in reception with what I presume was her mother, who had apparently left her children at ClubMed for the week whilst she and her husband went skiing. Her English was perfect, unlike her daughter, and she thanked me for befriending her children. She had smiled at me kindly as she turned away and spoke to her husband. "Such a nice girl, not many older teenagers want to spend time with a two 15 year olds. My blood turned to ice as I realised what she had said. I was the world's youngest paedophile! I slunk away, and even Sarah's teasing didn't cheer me up till I was safely back in the UK, safe from the Gendarmes – corrupting a minor – if they only knew!! Comments welcome to carlypaxman@yahoo.co.uk * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * It's okay to *READ* stories about unprotected sex with others outside a monogamous relationship. 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