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In Part 20, Rita is fourteen-years old whose topless walk along the French Riviera leads to an unexpected encounter. (Mf, ped, 1st, mast, oral, exh) *** Part 20 - Riviera Rita My name is Rita. At the time of this story I was fourteen-years old. I was 4 feet, 11 inches tall with long blond hair. I had gone through puberty several years ago, and had a nice round butt and B-Cup breasts. In the summer parents my had to attend a business conference in France right on the Riviera and took me with. They were attending meetings all day and left me on my own at the beach. Since the bathing suit I brought from home was too modest by European standards, they let me buy a new one at the hotel gift shop. I put it on and went down to the beach for the day. The new suit was quite a bit sexier than I was used to. It was a floral print with a tiny bikini bottom. The bra barely covered all of my 34B breasts. I was fourteen, but the suit made me feel much older. It was probably for this reason; I decided to do something really crazy. Almost every other girl on the beach was topless. Since I thought I would never see anyone I knew, I said what the heck and removed my bra top. The feeling was liberating. My fourteen-year old breasts were free and loose. I decided to take a walk. There were lots of men also on the beach. All of them looked, seeming to admire my teenage breasts. My shoulder length long blond hair blew in the wind. When I was about a mile away from where I started, I heard a voice call out, "Hey, is that you Rita?" it said. Turning around, I was in complete shock. There standing in front of me on the beach was my eighth grade teacher Mr. Chapman. Mr. Chapman was in his twenties and single. He was tall and very handsome. I always had a schoolgirl crush on him. I didn't know what to do. Here I was half-naked in front of my former teacher and my top and towel were a mile away. "Um, um, what are you doing here?" I stuttered, crossing my arms trying to cover my chest. "I'm here on vacation," he said, "what a surprise!" "Yea, what I surprise." I repeated, looking down at my chest. "Oh, hey," he said. "Don't be shy. We're in Europe. Besides, you're beautiful and I'm not your teacher anymore. Hearing that he thought I was beautiful, I slowly lowered my arms. He took a long look at me. I took this time to look back at him. He was standing there in a tiny Speedo. He had a pretty large bulge in the front, one that I had often wondered about at school. "Come walk with me," he said, unexpectedly taking my hand. We walked down the beach, talking and laughing. I got real comfortable with him, forgetting about my toplessness. After a while we came to a tented cabana. "This is mine for the week," he said. "Let's get out of the sun and have something to drink." As I followed him in, he closed the flap behind us. Inside were a large reclining chaise lounge and a table with cheese, wine, and glasses. He poured us each a glass. I was surprised a teacher was giving me, an underage girl, wine but then I remembered we were in France. We toasted and drank. (I started liking the taste of wine since I drank it at dinner all week.) We sat on the chaise, talked, drank wine and ate cheese. At one point we each stood up at the same time to get more wine. When we did, I fell forward and my breasts pressed into his bare chest. I stayed like that for a moment not knowing what to do, when Mr. Chapman took the lead. Instead of pulling away, he wrapped his arms around me and hugged me closer. Not only did I feel his chest against my breasts but also I felt the bulge in his Speedos pressing into my crotch. He also put his mouth over mine and gave me a kiss. When he did, I decided to get adventurous and opened my mouth. Soon I felt his tongue probing inside. (I chuckled. It was literally a French kiss.) We went back and forth, each pushing the envelope a little further each time. I couldn't believe I was doing this with my teacher. Then I felt something else I couldn't believe. As we continued to make-out, he reached up and put his hands over my breasts. He rubbed each one gently. My B- Cup breasts never felt so good as my nipples expanded in his palms. Not to be outdone, I slid my hand down, and rested it on the bulge of his Speedos. As I rubbed back and forth I felt him get even harder. Soon I felt the palm of his hand reach down and slide INSIDE of my bikini bottoms! Before I could react, his fingers were rubbing up and down my fourteen-year old pussy slit. At one point I felt his index finger rubbing on my vaginal opening. It was super wet. It then went up until it landed on my clitoris. Once there he started rubbing little circles around it. I was so turned on I moved my hand inside his Speedos. I wrapped my palm around the first penis I had ever felt. I was long, hard and thick. I could hardly get my hand around it but when I did I pumped it up and down. There we stood, chest to chest, making out - rubbing each other beneath our suits. It was so forbidden - me a fourteen-year old and he my former teacher. I was the first to cum, in an orgasm that made me weak in the knees. Then he ejaculated, filling the inside of his Speedos with semen. I pulled my hand out and examined the cream on my hand. I noticed a huge wet spot on the front of his suit. "Oh, Mr. Chapman," I laughed, "You have a problem. You can't go out like that." "Very funny young lady," he said. I arranged to see him the next day and I left topless, with my own bottoms feeling damp. *** The next day I came to Mr. Chapman's cabana, this time I had my top on. "Where's my liberated little French girl?" he asked. "Right here!" I answered, untying and letting my top fall to the ground, while throwing my arms around him. I melted my fourteen-year old breasts into his chest and started our passionate kissing again. In no time at all, we resumed where we left off yesterday. He had his hand down the front of my bikini panties and I was fondling his penis. Unlike yesterday however, it did not stop with just touching. I pulled down my bikini panties and stepped out of them. He did the same with his Speedos. Laying me down on the chaise, he got his first look at my completely naked fourteen-year old body. Like I said, my breasts were a nice 34B and not quite as tan as the rest of my body since I had only been going topless since yesterday. My pelvic area on the other hand was almost white, having had no sun at all. I had a moderate amount of pubic hair but it was so blond, it hardly hid my plush, puffy pussy lips at all. My inner labia were swollen and sticking out. My clitoral hood was protruding above these. I looked over at Mr. Chapman and finally got to see what was inside those Speedos and what I had wondered about in class. His penis was sticking straight out and had to be at least eight-inches long. I wanted him to take me right then but he had something else in mind. He laid me down, put his mouth between my legs, and started placing little kisses on my inner thighs. My God, the anticipation was driving me crazy! He was so close to my pussy, yet so far. Finally I grabbed his head and moved his mouth up to my clitoris. He placed his tongue on the swollen bud emerging from my protruding hood and licked. Now I have masturbated, and even used a vibrator, but I never felt anything this intense. After only a few minutes my whole body rocked in the most explosive orgasm of my life. It took a few moments to calm down and when I did, he was beside me with his eight-inch penis resting on my thigh. I remembered how one time when playing Truth or Dare with my girlfriends, they asked, "truth – would you like to blow Mr. Chapman?" My response was a blushing, "no way!" Yet now, with his penis right next to me, my inclination was just the opposite. I scooted down and popped his erect penis into my mouth. I could only get it half way down my throat. It was hard and stiff and I could taste his salty pre-cum as I sucked. Here I was, a fourteen-year old with my teacher's penis in my mouth. I was dying to get him off and taste his cum, when he pulled away. "I want to save my cum for your pussy," he said. Hearing my teacher say this was so naughty. I felt so naughty. He moved himself up over me and placed the tip of his penis onto my vaginal opening which was wet and ready. He pushed in but quickly stopped when he felt my hymen. "Oh my," he said, "what do we have here, a virgin?" "Well yea, what did you think?" I asked. "I'm only a little girl, I'm only fourteen. Come on and deflower me you dirty old man!" With that he thrust forward, busting through my hymen. I screamed as a sharp pain pierced my insides. Luckily it didn't last too long. I felt his eight-inch cock sliding in and out of me in a steady rhythm. It was surreal, looking up and seeing my eighth grade teacher fucking me on the Riviera. The head of his penis rubbed the walls of my pussy, touching places deep inside. As he slid in and out, my pussy walls hugged his shaft. He really filled me up. I didn't realize at the time, but eight-inches is quite large, REAL LARGE! He tilted his body so on his upstrokes the top of his shaft would rub against my engorged clitoris. He knew how to please a girl. He speeded up several times bringing me to the brink of orgasm, keeping me at an excited plateau but then slowed down. I wondered if all men had this much stamina. I began pushing my pelvis up into him and squeezing my vaginal muscles around his penis in an effort to make him cum. Every nerve ending inside my pussy was tingling. Finally I felt an orgasm start to build deep inside me. I only hoped he would finally let me release. I shouldn't have worried. As he began to fuck me with deep fast strokes, I felt my body let loose. I started shaking all over. When I did, I wrapped my legs around his waist. He started cumming deep inside me as wave after wave in my vagina milked him dry. Luckily it was a good time of the month for me and I didn't have to worry about getting pregnant. He stayed deep inside me after cumming and then resumed pumping while he was still hard. I had two more orgasms before he finally came again and his penis got soft. When it slipped out, a cup of semen leaked onto the chaise. We lay together in each other's arms for the rest of the day. It was exciting having my naked fourteen-year old body pressed against that of my teacher. We talked, drank wine, made out and I fondled his penis. Every time it would get hard, we would fuck again. I wanted to feel him inside me in every position. Towards the end of the day we took a dip in the sea to wash off. I of course remained topless. I loved the attention! We continued our sexual romps the rest of the week. Mr. Chapman had my fourteen-year pussy, every way possible. I even got to taste his semen, several times. On Friday afternoon walking on the beach topless back to the hotel, I had a "Blame It On Rio" moment. Before I got inside, I met my dad, who had gotten out of his meetings early. I didn't even try to cover my breasts as he looked at me in disbelief. I simply said nothing like it was completely normal, gave him a big hug, and moved on like everything was natural. That evening, my mom and dad invited Mr. Chapman to join us for dinner. "Rita told us you have been looking after her all week while we were at meetings. Thank you for that," dad said, toasting with his wine glass. "Oh you're welcome. The pleasure was all mine!" Mr. Chapman exclaimed, toasting back. And he really meant it. More stories to come... *-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-* The author does not condone child abuse, this story is meant as an erotic fantasy not depicting anything in real life. Anyone acting out such scenarios in "real life" can look forward to many unproductive years getting it up the butt by a fellow convict in their local prison system. *-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-* Kristen's collection - Directory 85