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Subject: {ASSM} A Trip to France, (Mg, exh. cons. rom)
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   This story is intended only for the entertainment of adult readers. 
This type of fiction should never be read by minors.  Readers of this type
of fiction should never try to copy the actions within, lest they look
forward to a very long jail sentence, followed by a life of forced poverty.


   This story contains graphic descriptions of sex between a preteen female
and a grown man.  If this type of behavior offends you, read no further. 
If this type of material is illegal where you live, please stop now and go
away.



   It wasn't an easy auction to win.  I had found a rare issue of a David
Hamilton book, with a limited release, on an auction site.  I love his
stuff and gulped as I bid over two hundred sixty dollars, then held my
breath as I watched the last minutes of the online auction.  Finally, the
line came up, "Congratulations, you are the winner".



   I had the seller send it priority mail.  When the book arrived, I
eagerly went through the pages drinking in the images, and wondering "just
how does this guy get access to all these beautiful girls?" I could only
imagine him saying to some parents: "I think your twelve year old girl is
beautiful.  Can she come over and undress so I can take naked pictures of
her?" If only it was that simple.



   I was putting the book away when a card dropped out of it.  I put it
aside until after work.  When I was home again, I hopped on the net and
tried to translate the card.  It said something about a David Hamilton
weekend.  I filled it out, put it in the mail, and forgot about it.



   Six months later, I received a registered notice in my mailbox.  I went
to the post office and signed for the parcel.  The only part I understood
was the plane tickets.  I sought out a guy at work who did the translating
for me.  I had won four days in a villa to observe and join in the work of
the famous photographer.



   A month later I boarded a plane to Paris.  After arriving, I found a
taxi driver who understood some English.  He took me for a long drive out
in the country.  After paying him 80.00, I found myself in front of a large
house, or should I say "estate"?  I knocked on the door.  A French woman
came and babbled something in French.  I showed her the letter from the
parcel.  She led me to a room.



   From my new room, I decided to scout my surroundings.  The house was
actually a large square with a huge open courtyard in the middle.  I
explored the courtyard.  There was a swimming pool in the center surrounded
by trees, lounge chairs and even a small wooded area.  I went back to my
room and fiddled with the interior.  It took me over two hours to figure
out how to plug in my laptop and establish a net connection.  I figured any
pictures I took here might be troublesome getting through customs, so I
would just email them to myself.



   It was the next day that things began to happen.  After breakfast, I
noticed a pair of photographers in the courtyard.  They were taking
pictures of a couple of models I thought might have been 16-18 years old.
Although it was interesting to watch for a while, eventually I got bored,
so I wandered off.  There wasn't anything else happening in the courtyard,
so I decided to take a walk to the local village.



   The local village was about a quarter mile from the house.  The village
was a cluster of about thirty to forty buildings.  Some of the buildings
were residences.  There was two restaurants, a bakery, several buildings
whose signs I didn't understand, and a municipal building.  I did the
tourist thing, taking pictures of the village.  Several villagers gave me a
look and the two Gendarmes hanging out near the municipal building gave me
the once over.  After I had taken a few pictures, and picked up a snack at
the bakery, I walked back to the villa.



   It was mid afternoon when I walked in the courtyard.  From the side
entrance I saw several people walking out and I wondered if I missed
something.  My lack of multi-lingualism had handicapped me.  Feeling sorry
for myself, I started to head back to my room, and that's when it happened.



   I caught the motion out of the corner of my eye.  She was small and
sitting on the edge of the pool.  The pool furniture obscured her from easy
view.  She was petite with long dark hair.  She had almond shaped eyes, a
slender nose, and bee stung lips.  She was wearing a blue dress and she was
dangling her feet in the pool.  She looked to be twelve or thirteen years
old.



   She looked up and saw me approaching her.  She smiled and said "Bonjour"
in one of those extremely charming French girl accents.



   "Hello", I replied.



   She said something in French.  I asked her if she spoke English.



   Her eyes lit up, "American, yes ?" she asked.



   "Yes, I'm American", I answered.



   "Photographer ?"



   "Kind of, sort of."



   She gestured with her hands.  I noticed that her gaze was on my camera.
I snapped to the moment and lifted my camera.  I focused on her and took
her picture.  She scooted back and lifted a knee to strike a pose.  I took
another picture.



   Over the next few minutes, I took pictures of her in several poses.  She
then moved her hair and gestured to the zipper on the back of her dress.  I
moved over and touched her zipper.  My hand was trembling, my mouth had
gone dry, and my heart was racing a thousand beats a minute as I realized
that a preteen girl was willing to get naked for me.  I had her zipper down
a couple of inches when common sense over ruled the pedophile in me.  I
cleared my throat.



   "Let's go upstairs to take more pictures", I suggested.



   She shrugged her shoulders and decided to go along.  We went up to my
room.  Part of me wanted to just rip the dress off of her, but common sense
asserted itself-deciding to let her get adjusted to the new surroundings.



   She seemed fascinated with the room.  She moved around the room,
touching the furniture, looking in my open suitcase, and looking out the
windows.  At the second window, I saw a perfect picture opportunity as the
light emphasized the beauty of her face.  I lifted the camera and took her
picture.  She looked up and smiled, I took another picture.  I then
gestured to the couch.  I posed her, seating her sideways.  I lifted the
camera and was about to take the pic when a thought struck.



   She had put on her shoes as we left the pool area.  I wanted to see her
bare leg and bare foot propped on the side of the couch.  I went to the
couch and slid a shoe off.  She offered the other foot and I took the other
shoe off.  I re-posed her, stepped back and took the pic.  She then moved
her hair and gestured to her zipper again.



   I moved over and started unzipping her.  My heart jumped as I saw that
she wasn't wearing a bra.  The zipper stopped just above her waistline. 
She worked her shoulders to shrug the dress off.  She stood up and slid the
dress off, draping it across my suitcase.



   Now, wearing only panties, I saw that she had a nice all over mocha tan.
Apparently, she suntanned nude.  She stood ready for me to pose her.  My
eyes fell on her tiny breasts.  They were no bigger than golf balls. 
Topped off with puffy tan nipples, they looked so ready to be squeezed and
suckled.  I had to fight the temptation to do so.  I cleared my mind and
posed her a couple of ways.  Then, I stepped over and knelt before her.



   I placed my index fingers in the waistband of her panties.  I slid her
panties down her thighs, then down to her ankles as she stepped out of the
panties.  My face was just inches from her sex.  I could smell the light
sweaty smell from between her legs.  She had offered absolutely no
resistance as I undressed her.  I thought about just pushing her to the
couch and helping myself, but I exercised restraint.



   I directed her to the couch and posed her laying on her side, her head
propped up on her hand.  I took that pic, then had her lay flat on her
back. I got just the right angle, then took the pic.  Next, I had her
spread her legs.  After I took that pic, I sat on the couch so that I could
take a closeup of her near hairless pubic area.  While I took that pic, her
leg was draped across my right shoulder.



   After I took the pic, I put the camera aside and I caressed her leg.  It
was so soft and velvety smooth.  I looked her in the eye and we shared a
smile.



   "You're so beautiful" I commented.



   "Thank you monsier."



   "You know, I never asked your name."



   "I am Marie", she replied.



   "I'm Steven."



   "Ullo Steven."



   "Can I kiss you Marie ?"



   "Certainly."



   I leaned in and kissed her.  As I did so, I placed a hand on her chest
and caressed one of her tiny boobs.  She reached up and caressed my neck
with her tiny hands as we continued kissing.  I adjusted and let my hand
find her young pubic mound.  As my middle finger found her slit, I could
feel moisture abounding.  I parted her lips and found her tiny hole.  I
gently inserted my finger, feeling it's tightness.  She raised her hips,
pushing against my finger.



   I stopped for a moment to undress.  She helped me undress.  When I was
naked, I lowered my head to her chest to suckle on her.  She brought her
hands to my head and gently caressed my scalp.  My free hand found her
public region again.  As I found her clit, she started panting and softly
moaning.  I moved my head between her legs and tasted her.  She responded
to my oral ministrations to her kitty by raising her hips and thrusting
against my head in coordination with my tongue.  Suddenly, she let out a
squeal and pushed back against my head with her hand.



   She rolled onto her side and let her breathing resume a normal pace. 
The orgasm had caught her by surprise.  She turned and looked at me.



   "Oh monsier, that was amazing", she mewed.



   I put a hand on her thigh and caressed it.  As I caressed, I got my hand
between her thighs and I parted her legs.  I moved in and mounted her. 
Getting my dick in her turned into a task.  She reached down and tried to
help me.  Finally, I was able to get my head in her.  As it popped in, she
gave out a yelp.



   I gave it a moment, then pushed a little.  A few minutes later, I was
able to get halfway in her.  I began to softly thrust into her.  She
started panting again.  Within ten minutes, I was able to get full
penetration in her.



   Our love making was gentle.  She was more touch and caress concious than
women I had been with as she touched my arms, neck, and head.  She
understood love making.  Finally, I felt the point of no return coming up.
I sped up my pace and came in her.  She yelped again as she felt my dick
pulse in her, delivering a load of love juice.



   Fully spent, I collapsed, half on her.  As I lay there, she continued to
caress me, working my shoulders, arm, and side.  After a bit, I shared a
lengthy kiss with her, then told her how very special she was.  We laid
there a bit more, then decided on dinner.



   The villa served dinner and other meals.  Marie joined me for dinner. 
During dinner, I noticed a few of the other guests eye Marie, but I wasn't
going to share her.  After dinner, Marie told me that she had to leave. 
She was prepared to leave alone, but I insisted on walking her.  She did
let me go with her, for a bit.  Her house was just outside the village. 
She stopped me about a hundred yards short of her house and said goodbye
with a kiss.  She promised that she would return in the morning.



   She kept her promise.  She was in the room only seconds when she asked
if we could make love again.  We made love, pausing only for lunch.  Then,
in late afternoon, she asked if I would have dinner with her family.  Her
request caught me off guard.  She went on to tell me that she had told her
family about me.  My mind was reeling.  I wondered if I was in deep shit.
Then, she said "They want to meet you before I go to America."



   "America ?" I asked, completely lost.



   "I have another month of school", she explained, "then I am off for the
summer.  You will bring me to America for the summer, no ?"



   Holy crap.  Was I being blackmailed ?  How did she make the leap from
casual sex to me paying a lot of money so that she could spend the summer
with me ?  It is true that there is no such thing as free pussy.  The
upside is that I would get a lot of very young pussy.  In any case, I
decided, I better play along or I might regret it.



   "Okay" I agreed.



   Dinner was awkward at first, but her family put me at ease.  Her father
was my age.  Her mother was about ten years younger.  Marie had a sister a
couple of years younger than her, and a brother who was about five.  Her
family was excited about her visit to America, asking me about the city I
lived in and life in the city.  All the while, they seemed to be fine with
me being involved with their very young daughter.  Then, another twist came
when I was asked if I was going to spend the night with them.  I looked at
Marie.



   "It is alright, you will spend the night in my room."



   After dinner, I joined the family for some TV watching.  The TV program
was entirely in French and Marie eventually noticed my discomfort.  She
said goodnight for us to the family, then she led me to her room.  She left
me alone for a moment, then returned with a robe, explaining that it was
one of her father's robes.  She went to explain that it was time to take a
bath.  This was my first shock of the night (not counting her family's lax
attitude).



   The bathroom had a rather large tub in it.  There was an overhead pipe
and a side pipe, I guess for shower or tub function.  When the tub was
full, she had me sit still while she poured a bucket of water on my head.
Then she shampooed my head, rinsed it off, then scrubbed my body.  After
she rinsed me, she had me wash her.  While I worked on her hair, both her
brother and sister came in to use the toilet.  I expected Marie to protest,
but she didn't.  This was my second shock as the family was very open about
nudity.



   After we were clean, we went to the living room, then said "Good night"
to her parents.  Afterwards, we went to her room.



   Her room was actually quite small, probably no more than ten by ten. 
There was a closet on one wall, but from how small the closet was, it was
obvious that it was adjacent to another closet in another room.  I was
betting that the walls were not sound proof, so, I wasn't going to be
making love to my new little girlfriend.



   Like any girl of her age, she had taped up pictures of young males that
she had torn from magazines.  I don't keep up with trends, so I wouldn't be
able to tell one teen idol from the next.  A few stuffed animals and a
Raggedy Ann doll were scattered about the room, along with a few school
text books.  The small bed, in the center of the room, took up a lot of the
room area.



   Marie tried to entertain me with music from the radio, but all the
singing was in French and I didn't understand a word.  We finally found a
happy medium by cuddling on the bed with the radio turned down low.  We
fell asleep in this state.



   The sunrise coming through the windows woke me up.  I slipped away from
my sleeping Angel and went down the hall to pee.  Just as I was finishing
up, her younger sister walked in the room.  Her sister, who was completely
naked, didn't cringe at all or turn away as I shook off the last couple of
drops, she just slipped past me as I turned away from the toilet.  She
plopped down on the seat and relieved herself.  I left the bathroom and
returned to Marie's room.



   My slipping in bed had stirred her awake.  She greeted me with a smile
and a kiss.  Gathering my head, I told her that my ride to the airport left
the villa at 11 and I still needed to pack.  We then got up and got
dressed. Just as we made it to the kitchen, her mother walked in.  I was
quickly browbeat into sharing breakfast with the family.



   After breakfast, we walked back to my room at the villa.  I quickly
gathered my things while Marie took in some TV.  As I put my bags next to
the door, Marie pointed out that we had a little over an hour until my ride
appeared.  Clothes hit the floor and we had one last tumble in bed.



   There was no time for afterglow and we hustled back into our clothes. 
Marie walked me down to the front entrance where the other contest winners
had gathered.  Our van appeared two minutes later.  I turned to Marie for a
goodbye.  We shared a a passionate kiss and she made me promise to call her
as soon I got home, even though that would be late night for her.



   As the van pulled away, I saw Marie wiping tears from her eyes.  I
actually felt an ache in my chest myself.  Her plane ticket, to and fro,
would take a serious bite out of my savings, but it was then that I decided
I would honor my promise to bring her to the states.  She had more than
earned that ticket.  Later, as my plane touched the tarmac at my final
destination, I contemplated what I would need to do.



   As I made my mental checklist, I realized, that for the first time in
years, I felt alone.  The two hours it would took me to get through
customs, baggage claim, and then the ride home, seemed an eternity. 
Leaving my baggage at the front door, I made a call to France.  Three rings
later, I heard a familiar voice say "Ullo".



   "Marie, I'm home.  I miss you terribly."



   The End



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