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Subject: {ASSM} Riviera  (M/f, F solo, voy, exhib, mast, incest?)
Date: Wed, 26 Sep 2001 00:10:02 -0400
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Riviera 
by: Jibsheet
(c) 2001 commercial reposting prohibited.

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Author's note: A pure fantasy, and my first story with 
an underage girl. My apologies to those who speak 
French!
Comments always welcome at Jibsheet26@hotmail.com
My website: http://jibsheet.tripod.com
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The warm Mediterranean sun beat down on the tiny, 
empty hotel pool. Drowsy, my book unread on the deck 
beside me, I lay stretched out on the chaise lounge, 
feeling the soft breeze caressing my body.

Mid-week, and the hotel appeared to be empty. In fact, 
there had been no one else in the small dining room 
this morning, as I'd lingered over the my "cafe creme" 
and croissants - as in just about every French town, 
these were both unbelievably good, a taste that 
somehow just couldn't be duplicated, it seemed, back 
in the U.S.
 
I'd arrived late last night, wanting only sleep after 
a long day of battling traffic on the narrow, 
unfamiliar French roads. There was no rush, though, so 
I had decided to relax here for the day, and continue 
on my way tomorrow. After all, Paris had been there 
for hundreds of years - it wasn't going away anytime 
soon!

My stupor was broken by an unexpected arrival on the 
pool deck. So there *were* other guests, I thought, 
from behind my closed eyes - and for a moment, I 
resented the loss of my peace and quiet. The voices 
were feminine - two voices - one bright and young, the 
other a little darker and more mature. I decided to 
take a peek.

They stood by the edge of the pool, speaking quickly 
in French. What I saw confirmed what I heard...an 
woman and a younger girl. 

The girl was somewhere in that incredibly alluring, 
post-pubescent age between childhood and the mid-
teens, the time when nature begins to reveal the 
outlines of the woman who will soon arrive in a girl's 
body.

Her hair was dark, still cut short in a young girl's 
fashion, and her pretty, tanned face spoke of much 
time spent outdoors. As if to emphasize the battle 
between her womanly sexuality and her youthful 
innocence, she wore the smallest of bikinis - two tiny 
scraps of material covering her small, swelling young 
breasts, and a tiny triangle over the mound between 
her legs. My cock lurched as I looked, and I mentally 
slapped my lustful thoughts away.

The woman (her mother?) was no help in calming my 
lust, though. She was equally beautiful and just as 
overtly sexual. Her bathing suit, also a two piece, 
covered more, but still revealed a great deal - tear-
drop breasts, up-thrust nipples pressing against the 
fabric and hardening in response to the breeze, the 
faintest of outlines of her cunt between her legs. Her 
hair was dark too, although it was obviously long when  
not caught up, as it now was, in the a loose bun.

Their features were enough alike to make me decide 
that they were, indeed, mother and daughter.

The conversation was so fast I couldn't pick much out; 
but then, my French was only enough to let me navigate 
the car, order haltingly in restaurants, and get a 
room for the night. None the less, they appeared to be 
discussing the relative merits of the sitting on one 
side of the pool or another. 

The discussion ended in laughter, and they separated, 
the daughter heading for a lounge on the other side of 
the pool where the sunshine was unobstructed; the 
mother heading for a lounge chair just to my right, in 
the shade. She gave me a pleasant smile and a 
"Bonjour!" as she dropped into her seat; I flattered 
myself that my accent wasn't *too* obvious as I 
replied.

The daughter tossed her things down across the way, 
and dove into the pool. Surfacing in a rush, she 
tossed a quick sentence at her mother, the gist of 
which, I'm sure, had to do with how cold the water 
was. The mother laughed and called back, pointing at 
her daughter and then at herself, tracing her fingers 
around her own nipples as she spoke; in response, the 
daughter stood up in the shallow end, laughing and 
cupping her own small breasts, showing her mother how 
the now-hard nipples stood out.

I tried to remember to keep my mouth from falling open 
- after all, we Americans are often regarded as sexual 
prudes by Europeans - but I gave up on trying to hide 
the erection that began to grow in my bathing suit.

The daughter swam a few lazy laps, and the mother 
picked up her book. I reached for my own book, but 
didn't open it. Instead, my eyes slipped shut again, 
and erotic thoughts raced through my head.

Conversation between the two brought me back to 
reality. The daughter was out of the pool now, 
spreading a towel on her lounge chair. Mother and 
daughter still laughed as they spoke, both of them 
looking repeatedly at me. Finally, something seemed to 
have been decided, and I watched as the daughter 
boldly faced me across the pool. 

When she was sure I was watching, she quickly reached 
behind her and undid the bow that held her bikini top 
in place. Another swift movement skimmed the top over 
her head and off her body, and she tossed it aside, 
stood for a moment to let me stare, then turned to sit 
down and recline in the lounge.

I could make no pretence of not enjoying the view! She 
lay with her legs parted on the chair, and the tiny 
remaining cover on her body did nothing except 
increase the eroticism of her display. Water droplets 
slowly rolled off her body onto the deck below. The 
wet material of her bikini bottom adhered like a 
second skin to her cunt, and I could clearly trace the 
outlines of her lips, and knew without a doubt that 
she was completely smooth.

The bikini ties emphasized the tiny hour-glass waist, 
and the smooth skin of her belly. Her breasts - Oh my 
god, her breasts! Swelling handfuls, capped with 
puffy, rounded nipples...I could "feel" them in the 
palm of my hands; knew exactly how wonderful they 
would feel there; ached to fasten my lips on one of 
those nipples, and tease it with my tongue!

I forced my gaze to her face. Her eyes were closed, 
and slight smile played over her lips. The smile said 
she knew *exactly* where my eyes where, and exactly 
the effect she was having on me.

"Ma fille, elle est.....ah, pardon...My daughter, she 
is very pretty, yes?"

It took a moment for me to realize the words were in 
English, and addressed to me.

"Oh! Yes...yes, very pretty!" My words stumbled across 
my dry lips. "I'm sorry...I didn't mean to stare..."

She laughed at my obvious discomfort. 

"It is nothing. I am proud of her beauty! The men and 
the boys, they all stare and enjoy...I do not object 
to your seeing her this way....it is...um...normal on 
the beaches of my country, no?"

I agreed. How could I explain that, common as it might 
be, there was something different between a crowded 
beach full of half naked women, and the provocative 
display of this young girl, seemingly for my eyes 
alone? Perhaps it *was* all in my mind, though...even 
though I prided myself on my worldly outlook...perhaps 
my male genes betrayed me into seeing a deeper sexual 
meaning where there was none?

"My name is Carole, and she is Vivienne...although we 
call her 'Vi' (she pronounced it as if it was "Ve," 
with a long e). You are American, yes?

"Yes, and my name is Douglas, or Doug, but my friends 
call me Jib."

"Jib? (from her, it was 'Jeeb') that is a funny name, 
but perhaps easier than 'Doug'...Do you stay here 
long?"

"No, I arrived only last night, and must be on my way 
tomorrow...to Paris."

"Ahhh, we are returning to Paris also. It is the end 
of the vacation time...For Vi's school."

We continued our small talk, the talk of travelers met 
on the road. I complimented her on her English, and 
apologized for my lack of French, and as we spoke I 
took her at her word regarding her daughter, staring 
shamelessly at her young body. My book lay carelessly 
on my lap, bumping at my erect prick whenever I 
shifted in my seat.

After a few minutes, Carole called to her daughter. 
She came, bringing the towel and drying her hair as 
she walked - each step building a new hunger in my 
body. Her mother silently watched her daughter's walk 
as well - I could have sworn I sensed in her some of 
the same arousal that coursed through my blood!

Standing next to her mother's lounge, Vi draped the 
towel over her shoulders, and hid her lovely breasts 
from my view. Carole reached up to take her daughter's 
hand, and they spoke earnestly and rapidly for some 
few seconds. Several times, Vi looked at me and nodded 
with a small smile. Then Carole turned to me, seeming 
unsure of herself for the first time:

"I wonder if....that is...we both notice your obvious 
need...No, no we do not mind!" Carole spoke hastily, 
as I awkwardly tried to cover myself.

"We both have some need too, you see...and I wonder if 
you might be able to help us?"

The shock of her request, or what I thought her 
request was, must have been clear on my face, for both 
women broke into laughter.

I joined them, laughing at myself, and tried not to 
make a mess of what might become a wonderful thing.

"I'd be happy to help two beautiful women, if I can?"

Carole looked around the pool deck, and up at the 
overhanging hotel windows. Her glance returned to the 
pool, across to a small changing cabana at the other 
end of the deck. She spoke again to her daughter, and 
then to me.

"There, I think...if you would like to help, would you 
please come with us over there?"

I rose, and followed them across the deck. My thoughts 
were incoherent, and I wondered what was going on 
here. Something of "Lolita", no doubt, for I *thought* 
Carole seemed to be offering me her obviously under 
age daughter. And yet, I wasn't too sure about Carole 
herself...she had said "we *both* have some need," and 
yet there had been nothing about her actions that 
indicated a desire for more than polite company. I 
laughed at my own confusion...perhaps they just needed 
help with the rusty shower faucet in the change room! 
But I hoped it was more than that....

Carole entered the cabana, still leading Vivienne by 
the hand. The wooden door, open at the top and bottom, 
banged shut behind me as I followed, revealing a bare 
concrete room, cold tile floors, rows of hooks on the 
wall (on one of which Vi carefully hung her damp 
towel), and a wooden bench built into each side of the 
room.

I stood, awkwardly waiting, not wanting to make any 
assumptions about what was to happen here...Carole 
sank slowly onto one of the benches, and turned Vi to 
face me. A single command, in French, was all she 
spoke.

Vi smiled at me, with that same small smile, and 
reached for the ties at the sides of her bikini 
bottom. As it fell to the floor, I now saw in the 
flesh what had been hinted at before...the swelling 
mound between her legs, bare of any hair, two thick 
lips running invitingly downward between her legs.

"You may touch her as you wish..." Carole said, "But 
for me, do it slowly, please..."

My mind reeled at the prospect...she *was* offering me 
this beautiful young treasure...I reached with one 
hand towards Vi, then stopped.

"Oh, you must not worry," Carole said, clearly 
understanding my uncertainty. "Vi has been with other 
men, and we do this together often...we both enjoy it 
so very much!"

I touched Vi's arm, and drew her towards me, into my 
arms. She pressed against my body, her hands coming up 
onto my shoulders, her eyes (a dark blue, I noticed), 
drilling into my own. My erection, still covered by my 
suit, pressed against her belly, and I ran my hands 
down her back, until my palms rested on the soft 
cheeks of her ass, and I could press her hips against 
mine. I bent my head towards the young girl, and our 
mouths joined in a kiss that was at first tentative, 
then more and more insistent. 

A small moan from Carole made me look up. She was 
leaning back against the cold wall, her legs 
widespread, caressing herself lightly and slowly 
through the fabric of her swimsuit. In a flash, I 
realized exactly what *her* need was.

I grasped Vi's shoulders, and turned her to face 
Carole, pulling her back against me. She seemed to 
know that I knew, now, what was going on, and I heard 
her say, faintly, "oui.."

My hands moved down, their progress followed hotly by 
Carole's eyes. I slid my palms over Vi's pert little 
breasts, and they felt *exactly* as had I imagined 
they would. Their warmth filled my hands, the puffy 
nipples crinkling as they tightened. Vi leaned her 
head back on my shoulder, and we both watched her 
mother as I fondled Vi's young body.

My fingertips closed around Vi's nipples, and I 
twisted and pulled them, gently, teasing them into 
hard little points. Carole quickly reached behind her 
body, unfastening her own top, and pushing a hand up 
under the material to fasten on her own breast, 
imitating the actions of my fingers on her daughter.

I bent my head down, inhaling Vi's youthful scent, and 
kissing her ears and the nape of her neck. My hands 
left her breasts, and traveled down again, sliding on 
either side along the hollow of her waist, then 
forward across her hips and down into the valley 
between her legs. My thumbs brushed her cunt lips as 
they traveled, and Vi groaned, stepping to spread her 
legs and arching her hips for my access...and also for 
her mother's view.

I gave up trying to make any sense of this interplay 
between mother and daughter, and lost myself in Vi's 
body. My fingertips slid between her cunt lips, and I 
opened her, feeling her moisture dripping onto my 
hands. I teased her clit out into the open, enjoying 
her groans of pleasure, and moving my fingertips in 
small circles over it. I gathered her wetness with my 
other hand and reached between our bodies to spread 
her ass cheeks and find that other tight entrance.

Vi gasped again, and spread her ass cheeks with her 
own hands to let me in...my finger drove up into her 
body, and Vi reacted by going up on tiptoes.  

Vi sighed as I held my finger deep in her tight anus, 
and said something, softly, to her mother. Carole rose 
off the bench, and quickly shed her swimsuit. Her body 
was a complete contrast to Vi's - Heavy, full breasts, 
with large areolas, sensuous curves, and  long 
inviting cleft of a cunt. She too, was shaved, and 
completely bare.

Carole fell back on the bench, and threw one leg up 
onto it, splaying herself before us both. One hand 
went back to her cunt, and the other went under the 
raised leg, fingers extended, to plunge into her own 
anus. She groaned loudly, as it entered, and her head 
banged against the wall as she arched her body to her 
plunging fingers.

For several minutes, I pleasured Vi, with her mother 
imitating every move of my hands. Both women began to 
moan, and both were speaking, and I longed for a 
better command of their language, to understand their 
passionate whispers.

Vi reached back to make my hand move, showing me she 
wanted my fingers fucking in and out of her ass...I 
groaned at the idea that this youthful girl could be 
so crude, for the contrast between her youth and the 
demand that I abuse her ass was erotic.

My fingers circled insistently on clit, and I drove my 
other hand forward and back, reaming her asshole. I 
felt her body tense, and added another finger to the 
ones in her anus...and with a long wail, Vi began to 
cum, her words ones that even I understood: "Momma, 
Momma,...aiiiiiieeeee, maintenant, Momma, maint -
aggggghhhhh!"

Vi bucked in orgasm against my body, while on the 
bench in front of us, Carole's hips snapped against 
her probing fingers. Through slitted eyes, she watched 
her daughter cumming on my fingers, even as her own 
orgasm racked her body.

As their cries slowed, I became aware of my 
surroundings again, wondering if anyone outside had 
heard the obvious sounds of pleasure. The women were 
loud enough in their orgasms that no one could fail to 
know what was happening!

Vi turned towards me as my fingers slid out of her 
body. Carefully, she reached for the towel, folding it 
and dropping it to the floor at my feet. She sank to 
her knees on the towel, and reached up to pull my 
bathing suit down, freeing my erect and throbbing 
cock. 

I heard Carole's sharp intake of breath as her 
daughter bent her head over my prick, and then the 
pleasure was coursing through me, and I was oblivious.

I arched my hips to drive my cock deeper into Vi's 
mouth, and reached down to tangle my fingers in her 
dark hair. I glanced down at her, and nearly came from 
the scalding heat of the image....not a woman, but a 
girl, so obviously young, sucking eagerly on my 
cock...pleasuring me *and* her mother with her wanton 
display.

My orgasm came closer and closer, but I had to stop 
her...I wanted her young cunt! Pulling her head back 
off my cock, I dropped down onto the bench behind me, 
and slid my hips forward.

Vi knew, without a word, what I wanted, and she stood 
to straddle my legs, as my eyes were seared by the 
image of her pretty cunt coming to rest inches from my 
throbbing cock.

Then she did something that almost made me cum on the 
spot, and instantly altered the relationship between 
mother and daughter. Turning her head, she commanded: 
"Momma!"

Carole dropped to her knees between my spread legs, 
and reached between her daughter's straddling legs to 
seize my cock. She was holding it up for her daughter 
to ride!

With a sigh, Vi slid down, and her mother rubbed the 
head of my cock between Vi's dripping cunt lips, until 
it was lodged in place, ready for entry. 

Carol went back to her seat, and Vi slid her body 
down, slowly forcing her cunt down over my prick. She 
was tight, so very, very tight, and for a moment I 
wondered just how many other men had actually been in 
her young body. 

I gasped as she came to rest against my hips, my cock 
firmly embedded in her cunt. Leaning forward, she 
smiled and kissed me gently, whispering "Pour tu," 
then began to slowly fuck me. I watched, fighting back 
my orgasm, as her young cunt rose and fell and her 
small breasts bounced; my own eyes, locked, like her 
mother's eyes, on the place where Vi's young body took 
my older one in.

Gradually, her tempo increased, her small hips 
flashing up and down, her tight, tight cunt drawing 
groans from me as she used it so knowingly...in the 
background Carole was groaning too, and I didn't have 
to look to know that she was fucking herself, 
imitating, once again, what I was doing to her 
daughter.

I let my hands and eyes roam as my pleasure peaked, 
wanting to sear this vision into my brain forever - 
the almost unthinkable act of this young girl, 
probably not more than 16, fucking me so 
well...fucking me (oh god was this little girl was 
fucking me!!) like a woman twice her age...I exploded 
in her body, my screams of pleasure blending with 
Carole's as she brought herself off across the 
room....my hands gripping at Vi's small breasts, my 
cock shooting pulse after pulse, even as Vi forced her 
hips down hard on mine, and held my throbbing cock 
deep in her young body. 

As my orgasm subsided, Vi slid slowly up and off my 
cock, easing it gently, wetly, onto my belly. She bent 
to give it a small kiss, and then turned to her 
mother.

Carole sat forward, still panting from her own orgasm, 
and pulled her daughter's hips toward her. I watched 
in disbelief as Vi raised one leg up onto the bench, 
and Carole bent to lick at her daughter's cunt, wet 
and now dripping with my cum! 

Carole kept going, her tongue probing deep in Vi's 
body, licking and sucking to get my cum, and at the 
same time, driving her daughter back towards orgasm. 
Carole's womanly hands held tight to her daughter's 
young hips, pulling her forward and urging her on.

In seconds, Vi was there, groaning and moaning with 
the same passionate calls to her mother, her second 
orgasm seeming almost stronger than her first!

Carole pulled her lips away from her daughter's cunt, 
her face wet with Vi's juices and my cum; Vi collapsed 
into her mother's arms, the two of them sharing a 
passionate kiss.

I stood on shaking legs, slid my suit back on, and 
smiled at Carol as she cradled her daughter. 

"Thank You!" I whispered, reaching to caress Vi's dark 
hair. "Thank you so much...."

Carole's smile was my only answer, and I went outside 
to collapse in my lounge chair again, leaving mother 
and daughter nestled together in the pool house.


Sometime later, I woke with a start. The sun was low 
on the horizon, and Vivienne stood over me, now 
dressed in a demure blouse and blue jeans, looking, my 
god, looking even younger! Was this the same girl who 
had so expertly pleased me, just a few short hours 
ago?

Vi smiled, and bent forward, her lips covering mine in 
a knowing, deep kiss. Then she stood, and pressed a 
card into my hand, and turned towards the hotel 

"Au revoir!" she called out, just as she disappeared 
from view.

I looked down at the card.

On one side was a printed address, in the St. Germain. 
On the other, a short note: "Please visit us when you 
are in Paris! Carole."

---end---

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