Comments: This is the first of a three part story.  As always, this story is fiction.  The author does not condone child prostitution in any form.  The subject is presented for fictional exploration of the theme only.

Story_codes: M/f/child prostitute

Story_intro: "She was wearing white cotton panties with pale yellow flowers on them. As she stood before me almost nude, I had an opportunity to truly appreciate her nearly teen body. I doubt that she was more than four feet eleven inches tall and probably weighed no more than eighty-five pounds. Her body was lithe and almost boyish, but her developing hips had broadened and her legs were coltish and sexy. She possessed the radiant glow of youthful beauty that is unique to young girls. Her marvelous budding breast cones completed the picture of exquisite juvenile sexuality. I could hardly believe that I was about to fuck her.


Young Paris Pussy - Part I

Written by Silvermountie

(M/f/child prostitute)

     


     I was sent by my company to London to negotiate a new contract with our 
European distributor. The name's Alan. Alan Bateman.    I work for a small internet
software company in the Silicon Valley, and our relationship with the distributor had hit
some bumps lately. Our distribution contract with them was about to expire, and things
needed to be smoothed out quickly.  Our young firm is still struggling financially and we
couldn't afford to lose a distributor that accounted for nearly forty percent of our gross
revenue.  My boss, Gary, gave me the green light to spend as much time as it took to
get things straightened out.  I think he choose me because, at age thirty-seven, I was
the oldest employee in the company.  Hell... Gary is only twenty-nine.  I guess he
figured some degree of maturity was required for the delicate negotiations.

     Things had gone better than I could have hoped.  Significantly, several of my
meetings with the distributor's representatives were lubricated with countless pints of
ale at some of London's finest pubs.  It's amazing what you can get done when you're
nearly shit-faced.  A new contract was signed by early Wednesday afternoon, my fourth
day in town.  I had provisionally booked a return flight for the next Saturday evening,
assuming it would take at least that long to get a deal done.  Now the question was:
Should I book an earlier flight home?  Even though it was about 5:00 am in California, I
called my boss at home and gave him the good news, 

     "Nice fucking work!" he exclaimed, rousing from sleep.

     "Thanks," I responded, trying to sound modest. "It's no big deal."

     "The hell it's not," Gary continued. "You might have just saved our ass!"
     
     I decided to broach the subject of my return date while he was still absorbing the
good news.

     "Say....," I began. "...I don't have myself booked to return until Saturday.  I was
wondering...."

     "Don't say another word," he interrupted. "The next three days are yours, buddy. 
Enjoy!"

     "Thanks," I responded. "That's very generous."

     "Nonsense," he responded.  "You've earned it.  Hey!...why don't you fly your wife
over to join you?  The company will pick up the tab for her ticket."

     His offer caught me a little off guard.  My wife, Selena, and I had been having
some problems lately and I had jumped at the chance to take this assignment to get
away for awhile.  I wasn't sure how to respond to his offer.  

     "Well, actually.....I'm not sure I want to...," I began hesitantly.

     "You dog!," my boss interrupted, chuckling.  "You want to play a little don't you?"

     "That's not...um,  what I was....," I stammered.

     "Bullshit!" Gary chortled. "Of course you want to play.  I don't blame you.  Maybe
try a little of that Brit nookie, eh?"

     I didn't know what to say. My boss was basically suggesting that he approved of
my cheating on my wife and getting laid on company time.  Before I could think of
anything to say, Gary closed the deal.

     "I'll call your wife in the morning and tell her not to expect you until next Sunday.
That ought to give you time to blow out your pipes," he said, laughing.

     I could almost see him winking at me as he hung up the phone. 

      It was two o'clock in the afternoon and I had seventy-two hours to do anything I
wanted to do.  I bought one of London's cheesy tabloid newspapers from a vendor in a
corner kiosk and headed for a pub.  I ordered a pint of porter and knocked it back.  The
cute barmaid brought me another and soon it, too, was gone.  As I worked my way
through the third pint I scanned the personals section of the tabloid.  My eyes found
their way to a column titled "Escorts and Models".   There must have been thirty to forty
different ads for local escort services and independent escorts.   I had never hired an
escort before, but I was pretty clear on the fact that the term "escort" was just a nice
euphemism for "hooker" or "call girl".  I hadn't gotten laid in nearly a month and my cock
twitched at the sight of  the seductive pictures which accompanied some of the ads.

     As I leered at the ads, a young man about eighteen years old came by to wipe
off my table and collect my empty pint glasses.  He apparently noticed my reading
material.

     "Looking for a bird?" he inquired.

     "Huh?" I responded.

     "A bird...a chick.  You know....a girl," he continued.  I was having trouble
understanding him through his heavy accent.

     "Maybe," I said, cautiously.  I was feeling a little buzzed.

     The young man leaned in toward me, conspiratorially.  "I got me a cousin. She's
likes to party.  You know....for money.  She's one randy little bird."

     I probably should have blown the kid off, but in my beer buzzed condition I was
curious. "Yeah?  Tell me more."

     "She's twenty-two and she's got a great bum.  Fab tits, too." he reported.  "She
likes Yanks.  She'll do ya for a hundred quid."

     I did some quick math.  I had spent enough time in the UK to know that a "quid"
was a pound sterling.  At current exchange rates, his "cousin" was apparently willing to
"do me" for about $145.   The beer did the talking.

     "Will she come to my hotel?" I asked.

     "Give me your hotel and room number, old man," he continued. "She'll be boning
ya in less than a friggin' hour."

     I wrote the information on a napkin and handed it to the kid.  I wondered how
much of the money he was going to get.

     About a forty-five minutes later I stepped out of the shower.  As I was toweling
off, I heard a loud knock on my hotel room door.  I quickly pulled on my pants without
underwear and opened the door.  A young woman was standing in the hallway dressed
in tight jeans and a leather halter top.  She could have been anywhere between fifteen
and thirty.  Her blonde hair looked like it had been styled with an egg beater and she
wore about two pounds of make-up.

     "Tommy says you're looking to get yer nuts off," she announced without
introducing herself.

     "Yeah, I guess.....," I sputtered.

     Without waiting for a further invitation, she slid past me into my room.  I slowly
shut the door and turned around.  She was already pulling off her halter top.  Before I
could say anything, she was naked from the waist up.  Her tits were not bad, but
seemed kinda sagging for a twenty-two year old woman.  She had a large tattoo of a
Celtic cross emblazoned across her stomach.

     "Come 'er, honey," she said.

     "Well, I'm not sure.....,"

     "Put the money on the table and get your dick out, honey," she interrupted.

     Although not entirely comfortable with the situation, I was horny enough that I
figured I might as well dip my wick while the opportunity was standing there in front of
me.  I fished a roll of bills out of my pants pocket and deposited a hundred pound note
on the table.  The girl looked at it and seemed satisfied.

     "Ok, honey....let's see some stiff dick," she demanded.

     I fumbled with my zipper, and  finally managed to pull my limp cock out.  She
looked at my organ and shrugged her shoulders.

     "Not much to work with...but I'll do what I can," she said, dryly.

     The young woman got on her knees on front of me and began to work her hands
and mouth on my cock.  It took almost three minutes for her to get me totally hard.  This
gutter slut just wasn't doing it for me.  As she began sucking me off in earnest, I found
myself thinking about the first time Selena had given me a blowjob.  We were both
fifteen at the time.  I had practically blown her head off with the force of my ejaculation.
Two weeks later I fucked her for the first time.  We were both virgins.  We got married a
month after I turned nineteen.   Like most newlyweds we screwed like minks for the first 
few years.  Selena never got pregnant.  Turned out she was sterile.  Gradually, the
pace of our sexual activity tapered off until, lately, it almost seemed like a chore to have
sex with her.  In my mind I kept seeing that tight fifteen year old virgin body that I fell in
lust with, but in my bed I found a thirty-seven year old woman who had gained almost
sixty pounds and had breasts like partially deflated footballs.  I yearned for that tight,
young body that had introduced me to sex.
     
      I have had two affairs, both short.  Both were recent.  Both were young girls. 
The first was an eighteen year old I met while doing research in the city library.  She
was lonely because her boyfriend had joined the Marine Corps.  She was gorgeous.
She fucked me for the two months it took for him to finish boot camp and come back
home on leave. I actually cried when she broke it off.  That was two years ago.  The
second was a nineteen year old summer intern who worked in the marketing
department at my company.  She was tall and had small, but perfect, breasts.   I fucked
her four or five times a few months back.  Her pussy was tighter that I remember
Selena's being when we were teens.  She said she wanted to experience an "older
man".  I think I fell in love with her.  Then she fell for one of the young twenty-something
studs in the department, and that was that.   
     
     Although Selena never knew for sure about my affairs, she was very suspicious. 
Although we had grown distant for other reasons, her suspicions hadn't helped.  Selena
and I had only had sex three times in the past six months.  Masturbation had become
my primary form of sexual satisfaction.

     I was mystified by the lack of response I felt toward the young woman who was
now swallowing my cock with practiced precision.  Something to do with the layer of
make-up, perhaps.  Or perhaps it was the impassive, mechanical way she performed
the intimate act of sucking my cock.  She was about as exciting as a rubber blow-up
doll.

     "Mmm...mgghh," the slut gurgled as she gobbled my barely erect cock.

     I watched as the blonde bird's nest of hair bobbed back and forth.  I wondered
how I was going to work up enough excitement to fuck this young woman.  As it turned
out, I never had to figure that out.  Despite my general lack of enthusiasm, nature took
its course.  During a particularly energetic attack on my cock, the blonde slut's mouth
and tongue finally pulled my trigger.

     "Mmmggh..," I groaned as I dumped a large, thick  pent-up load of cum down her
throat.

     When I had finished, the young woman wiped her mouth with the back of her
hand and stood up.

     She began to put her top back on.

     "Uh, excuse me," I said without much enthusiasm. "Your friend said I could fuck
you for my hundred pounds,"

     "No fuckin' way!," she retorted.  "I don't give up my cooch for no fuckin' hundred
quid. That 'il cost you two fifty."   Her hard street-wise eyes bored into me while she
waited for me to digest her statement.

     She didn't have to wait long. "That hummer wasn't worth a hundred, honey," I
responded sarcastically. "I bet I could put my whole leg in your cunt.  I wouldn't pay
another twenty for that action."

     For a second I thought she was going to attack me.  Instead, she hurriedly
finished dressing, grabbed the Brit C-note and headed for the door.

     "Arsehole," she muttered, as she slammed the door behind her.

     I sat down heavily on the edge of my bed.  I had just gotten my rocks off, without
masturbating,  for the first time in weeks.  Instead of feeling great, I just felt depressed. 
I decided to call the airline and book a flight home.  As I rifled through the small desk
next to the bed looking for a phone book, my eyes fell upon a colorful brochure lying in
the bottom of one of the drawers.  It was one of those touristy promotion brochures.  At
the top in large yellow letters it read, "Paris Getaway".  I picked it up and thumbed
through it.

     I became increasingly excited as I continued to read.  According to the ad copy, I
could grab a train in London the next morning, shoot through the Chunnel and be in
Paris by late morning.  The tri-fold brochure was filled with images of picturesque caf‚s,
soaring cathedrals, and attractive young women.  French women.

     My attitude was improving by the second.  Paris!  Why not?  

                         *********

     I boarded a train early the next morning, sipped a coffee from a styro cup and
settled in for the ride.  I dozed off and on as the train sped through the countryside of
southeastern England.  Before I knew it, the train plunged into the massive tunnel that
has been bored under the English Channel, connecting the UK with the European
continent.  Sooner than I could have imagined, we emerged on the other side, and
before long I was gazing at the charming French countryside as it sped past my
window.

     I snacked on shortbread that I had purchased at the train station in London,
anticipation growing as we drew nearer to Paris.  Paris!  The City of Lights.  The
romance capital of the world.  I had been to Europe on business and pleasure four
other times, but had never found my way to Paris.  I was getting genuinely excited
about something for the first time in ages.

      Gazing out the window of the train I suddenly realized that I was looking at the
low skyline of France's grandest city.   As the train moved steadily toward its
destination, the city loomed larger.  Finally, we entered the sprawling metropolis and the
buildings of one of Europe's oldest cities filled my visual field.  Minutes later, the train
pulled into the Gare du Nord station and came to a stop.  I had arrived.

                         *****

     I spent the first several hours getting my bearings and taking in the marvelous
sights and sounds of the remarkable thousand year old city.  I can't speak a word of
French, but I love to hear it spoken. With sign language and lots of pointing at the
menu, I managed to get some lunch at a charming sidewalk caf‚.  Then I turned my
attention to a place to stay.  I hadn't called ahead for a reservation and decided to just
explore until I found someplace that looked interesting.  In my wandering, I stumbled
upon the Rue Cler district. Its charming shops and casual atmosphere were just what I
was looking for.  I found a small, but adequate hotel on the nearby Rue de Champs and
took a room.  It was very modest by American standards, but it had a small window that
looked out upon a small, sunny courtyard.  I loved it.

     As evening approached, I enjoyed a light dinner at a delightful crˆperie in the
Rue Cler.  I was two-thirds of the way through a bottle of wine when I decided it was
time to get laid.   Everywhere I looked there were attractive young French women. 
Trouble was, I would have felt like a fool trying to approach one of them since I  knew
only a few basic words in French.

     I recalled reading an article in some men's magazine about Paris's red light
district known as the Pigalle, located near the base of Montmartre.  Slightly drunk, but
getting hornier by the minute, I flagged down a cab and managed to convey to the
driver my desired destination.  I few minutes later the driver dropped me on the
Boulevard de Clichy, in the heart of the Pigalle district.  The evening street lights were
just beginning to come on as I stood on the sidewalk near the broad street looking
bewildered.  I didn't have the faintest idea what the procedure was for acquiring the
services of a local hooker.
     
     "Hey, mister," a small girlish voice said from behind me.

     I turned and looked into the face of an angel.  The young girl appeared to be
about twelve or thirteen.  She had golden hair, shoulder length, with soft curls that
framed her beautiful young face.  Her clear skin glowed in the light of the street lamps. 
The lips of her girlish  mouth were full and  pouty and small breast mounds pushed
aggressively against the fabric of her white blouse.  Beneath the blouse she wore a
short, pleated shirt.  Her ensemble was completed by white anklets and black shoes. 
She was a vision of budding, girlish sexuality.

     " You are an American, no?" she said with a gentle French accent.

     Here question startled me.  I had no idea how she could know such a thing just
by my appearance.  

     "Yes," I said. "How did you know?"

     She regarded me for a second. "I can tell," she said. "You want sex, no?

     Her blunt inquiry stunned me.  The nature of her question was inconsistent with
her innocent appearance.  I was impressed my her command of the English language.
     
     "Why would you ask that?"  I said, answering her question with a question.

     "That's why men come here," she said softly. 

     "How do you know that?" I pressed her.

     She licked her lips.  It was probably a totally innocent response to her
nervousness, but it aroused me instantly.  "Because they come to fuck my momma,"
she said bluntly.

     I stood frozen to the ground, thunderstruck by her statement.  Before I could
recover, she continued.

     "Is that why you are here?  Do you want sex?" the youngster continued.

     "I...well, I...," I was stammering.

     "It will cost you five hundred francs.  I can take you to her," the young girl
continued.

     It took a second for me to realize that the young girl was pimping her own
mother.  I couldn't believe it.  I was overcome with curiousity.

     "How old is your mother?" I asked.

     "Thirty, " she said.  Her eyes shifted to the side when she said it.

     "How old?" I said; a slight edge to my voice.

     "Maybe forty," she acknowledged.

     "I see," I said.  "Well, to be honest with you, I am looking for some company
tonight.  But I was hoping to find someone a little younger.  Do you have an older
sister?"

     The young girl looked me directly in the face.  She seemed to be carrying on
some kind of internal debate.  Finally, she spoke.

     "No.  I have no sister," she said.  After a slight delay, she continued.  "Do you
want to be with me?"

     I couldn't believe my ears.  The beautiful young woman/child seemed to be
offering me a "date" for the evening.  My heart was pounding .  I knew that Europeans
have a generally more liberal view about sexual activity than Americans, but I was still
pretty sure that sex with someone her age was trouble.

     "I don't think that would be a good idea," I said, reluctantly.  "You are too young."

     A sadness crossed her face.  "Don't you think I am pretty?" she asked softly.

     "Oh, God, no.  Don't think that.  You are beautiful.  Truly beautiful.  But I am old
enough to be your father."

     "The other men I have been with have been your age," she said quietly.

     "What do you mean...'been with'?" I asked, my heart pounding heavy in my
chest.

     She looked at me curiously, like my question was the sign of stupidity.  Her eyes
sparkled in the soft streetlight.  "Sex, of course," she said.  "They had sex with me."

     My throat almost constricted with excitement and arousal.  "You have sex with
men for money?" I managed to choke out.

     "I have,"  she said. " Only three times.  I am new."

     "How much?" I responded too quickly.  I couldn't believe I was asking her the
question.

     "One hundred francs," she responded matter-of-factly.

     Jesus.  I did some quick currency conversions in my head.  A hundred francs. 
That was less than fifteen bucks!  I stared at the young girl.  She was fucking guys for
the price of a bottle of wine.

      I looked up and down the street.  It was still early evening and the foot traffic in
the sex industry center of Paris was still light.  I didn't see any gendarmes.  

     "Where do you live?" I asked.

     "Over there," she said, pointing to a plain, three story apartment building a
couple of hundred yards away.  

     "Is that where you take men?" I asked.  I still couldn't believe that I was pursuing
this conversation.

     "Oh, no," she said quickly. "My momma must not know.  She would be mad that I
didn't bring you to her."

     "Where do you go?"  I asked.
     
     She dodged the question, and got to specifics.  "Do you have a room?" she
asked.

     I gulped, the pressure in my groin building.  "Yes, I have a room."

     "Take me there," she said.  "I need money.  Please?"

                    
                    ******

     The desk clerk at my hotel gave me and my young companion a curious look
when I asked for my room key, but he said nothing.   In fact, as I took the key from him,
he gave me a lecherous smile and winked.  

     I unlocked the door to my room and let the young girl in ahead of me. I flipped on
the wall light switch and the feeble ceiling light bathed the modest room in a soft yellow-
orange light.  My heart was pounding.  What the hell was I doing?   I had only been in
Paris a few hours and now I had a clearly underage girl in my room.   As I considered
the advisability of sending her away, she turned and looked at me.  My throat
constricted as I was overcome with her innocent beauty.  God, she was so sexy.

     "What is your name?" she said.

     "Alan," I said simply.  "What's yours?"

     "Brigit," she answered. "My name is Brigit."

     I asked the question that had nagged at me since she first spoke to me on the
street. "How old are you, Brigit?"

     The young girl said nothing for about ten seconds.  "Does that matter?" she
finally responded.

     "Well, um...I guess I'm just curious," I said.  "I'm not used to being with someone
as young as you."

     "I'll be thirteen next week," she said, with a coy smile.  "Five more days 'til I'm a
teenager."

     Holy shit.  I knew she was young, but when she confirmed just how young, I was
taken aback.  I was playing with serious fire.  And I was aroused.  I began to feel
sensations  in my groin that I hadn't felt in many years.  

     "Do you want to take my clothes off?" Brigit asked.  Her blue eyes glistened in
the low light.  

     I had reached the point of no return.  

     "Yes, very much," I said, without hesitation.  

     I stepped closer to the young girl.  I detected a slightly floral aroma; probably the
scent of the shampoo she used.  With trembling fingers, I unbuttoned the top button of
her blouse.  She looked up at me with soft, liquid eyes as I worked my way down the
buttons of her blouse. Finally, I pulled the tail of her blouse loose from her skirt and
undid the last button.  In the gap formed in the front of the blouse, I could see she was
wearing a small, white training bra. It was clear that her developing breasts nicely filled
the bra's small cups.  I lifted the blouse from her shoulders and let the garment drop to
the floor.  

     Brigit stepped closer, inviting me to take her in my arms.  I took the invitation and
wrapped my arms around her.  Her small body was warm and inviting.  I could feel the
firm cones of her budding breasts pressing against my abdomen.  I looked down at her. 
She was the most incredibly sexy creature I had held in my arms since I first began
fucking Selena over twenty years ago.  I leaned down to kiss her. She responded
immediately, and tilted her head to meet my kiss.  Her warm, full lips blended with mine
and then parted.  I felt her tongue slide into my mouth and begin to explore.  By now my
cock was swelling rapidly and my burgeoning erection was pressing against her lower
abdomen.

     She extracted herself from my kiss.  "Take my bra off," she commanded.

     Reaching around her small body to her back, I found the hook of her bra and
undid it.  Slowly I slipped the straps from her shoulders and pulled the cups of the bra
away from her breasts.  My breath caught in my throat as I gazed upon her nearly
thirteen  year old tits.    They were absolute perfection.  Each pubescent mound was a
small, but fully formed, cone of firm flesh standing erect from her chest.  Atop each was
a small pink areola and puckered nipple.  The sight brought my erection to rock hard
tumescence.   I reached out and cupped them with my hands.  They fit perfectly in the
palm of my hands.  I squeezed them gently.  I was filled with excited wonder at the
warm firmness of her small globes.

     While I explored her pre-teen mammaries, I felt Brigit's fingers begin to slide up
and down over my cock bulge.  Then I heard the rip of my zipper, as the youngster
pulled it down.  My knees grew weak as I felt one of her small hands reach inside my
pants and pull down my boxers, releasing my cock.   Seconds later warm fingers closed
around my swollen shaft and pulled it out of my pant's fly.  

     "Can I suck you?" the twelve year old asked in a suddenly husky voice.

     "God, yes......please," I gasped, hoarsely.

     The youngster gracefully lowered herself onto her knees.  I looked down at her. 
From my perspective her youthful breasts were an incredibly erotic sight as they
sprouted from her small body. Brigit looked up at me, grasped my cock with her left
hand and flicked the head of it with her tongue.  It sent an electric shock up my spine. 
She slid her moist tongue up and down along the underside of my cock all the way to
my balls and then back to the head.   My breathing was coming in short gasps.

     Brigit brought her pouty lips to the head of my cock, and slowly took my into her
warm, moist mouth.  I watched, transfixed, as my cock gradually disappeared between
her lips and into her mouth and throat.  Finally, her nose pressed against my groin and
was buried in my dark, curly pubic hair. She had taken my entire length. I could feel the
mushroom head of my shaft pressing against the back of her throat.

     "Oh, God, Brigit," I moaned.  "You're incredible."

     Encouraged by my comment, the young girl, on the cusp of her thirteenth
birthday, began to administer a masterful blowjob.  She used her hand and tongue to
perfection.  Faster and faster her mouth slide up and down my cock, her hand rotating
and jacking any portion of my shaft not inside her mouth.  Just as I was about the cum,
she used her fingers to pinch the base of my cock, in the region where my vas tubes
ran from my balls.  She held me on the edge of orgasm until it began to subside.  Then
she started again.  Three times she brought me to the edge and three times she drew
me back before I could explode.  I was astonished at her cock sucking prowess.

     "My God... Brigit.  How ...how....did you learn ...oh...to do that so good?" I
babbled.

     The pre-teen removed me from her mouth long enough to respond. "Momma
taught me," she said.  "Do you like it?"

     "You're amazing," was all I could say.  There was no doubt about it.  The young
French girl was giving me the best blowjob I had ever experienced.  I tried to envision
the picture of her whore mother teaching Brigit to suck off a guy.  I wondered if she let
the youngster practice on her customers.

     Brigit went back to work.  This time is was clear that she intended to bring me off. 
It didn't take long.  Within seconds the pressure began to build in my balls.  My
ejaculatory muscles tensed, preparing for their explosive contractions.  As the sweet
young girl pistoned her mouth over my cock, I reached down and grasped her head in
both hands.  No longer a passive participate, I began to thrust my cock back and forth
between her tightly pursed lips.   Simply put, I was fucking her beautiful face.  My
orgasm hit me with the force of a volcanic eruption.

     "Aiihhhhhhiii..," I wailed as the first volley of cum pumped into Brigit's mouth.

     A second, third and fourth load quickly followed.  The small girl swallowed it all. 
My cock continued to jerk and pump even after there was no longer any semen to
deliver.   It was the best orgasm I had had in years.

     "Was it good?" the twelve year old asked, a tone of uncertainty in her voice.

     "Unbelievable!" I responded truthfully. 

     The girl smiled with pleasure.  I noticed a small dollop of cum at the corner of her
mouth.  She apparently sensed its presence at the same time.  She carefully collected it
with the tip of a finger and sensuously slid her finger into her mouth and licked it clean. 
I was totally mesmerized with her barely pubescent eroticism.

     Brigit glanced at my still relatively hard organ.  "You want to fuck me?" she
inquired.

     I was still breathing hard from my orgasm.  I hadn't cum twice in a single sex
session since the last time I was with the nineteen year old intern at work.   I hadn't cum
twice with Selena in at least five years.  With her it was practically impossible to stay
sexually excited that long.  I looked at Brigit's gorgeous face and tender young body.

     "More than anything, little one.  More than anything," I said.

     Brigit stood up.  Reaching around behind her waist, she unzipped her skirt.  She
worked it down over her slender hips and let it drop to the floor.  She stepped out of the
skirt as it lay puddled on the floor, folded it, and set it on a chair by the bed.  Kneeling
down, she unbuckled her shoes and took them off.

     "Leave your socks on," I instructed her. 

     Somewhat shyly, she stood up again.  She was wearing white cotton panties with
pale yellow flowers on them.  As she stood before me almost nude, I had a chance to
truly appreciate her nearly teen body.  I doubt that she was more than four feet eleven
inches tall and probably weighed no more than eighty-five pounds.  Her body was lithe
and almost boyish, but her developing hips had broadened and her legs were coltish
and sexy.  She possessed the radiant glow of youthful beauty unique to young girls. Her
marvelous budding breast cones completed the picture of exquisite juvenile sexuality.  I
could hardly believe that I was about to fuck her.
     
     "Lie down on the bed.  I'll take your panties off," I instructed her.

     She complied without comment.  I walked over to where the youngster sprawled
languorously across the bed.  Her pubic mound thrust up invitingly against the soft
fabric of her panties.  I reached down and grasped the elastic band of her panties with
my fingers.  As I pulled them down, she intuitively lifted her hips to permit them to slide
over her firm little butt.  My eyes fixed on her pubis as the dainty cloth covering peeled
away.  Below her flat abdomen, a sparse crop of blonde pubic hair adorned the pubic
arch above her sex organ.  The hair was soft and delicate.  Its light blonde color made it
hard to detect in the low light of the room.  Beneath her pubic bone, her outer vaginal
lips were puffy and hairless.    My cock surged at the sight of her juvenile pussy.

     I completely removed Brigit's panties.  I hadn't planned on doing so, but I
couldn't resist the opportunity to taste the delights of her childlike pussy.  Gently I
pressed her legs apart and lifted her knees so that her feet pressed flat against the
comforter on the bed.  The glistening pink interior of her tiny pussy lay open before me.
She was already wet.
                    
     "Mmmm...," Brigit moaned softly as I placed my mouth against her pussy.

     I pried her fully open with my fingers and located her little clit with my tongue.  I
flicked it several times, then pulled it between my lips with light suction.  The young girl
began to breath heavily and her hips thrust upward to meet my oral attack.  The
pungent musky aroma of her sexual arousal filled my nose; it acted as an aphrodisiac
and my erection stiffened noticeably.  I sucked and licked her tender opening, working
her swollen bud with my tongue.  Soon I was tongue fucking her, inserting it as deeply
into her as it would reach. 

     As the intensity of my oral action increased, the twelve year old became wanton
in her sexual movements.  Her hips rotated and bucked, her small pussy fucking my
tongue lustily.  Her fingers found her nipples and she stroked and pinched them as her
pelvis increased its coital movements.  I was astounded at the intensity of young girl's
response.  Suddenly, her hips thrust skyward, pressing her swollen, fleshy bud and
puffy pussy lips hard against my mouth.  She was coming.

     "Ohhhh, oui......oui!, " Brigit howled, slipping into her native language.
     
     The nearly teenage girl shuddered and twitched for fifteen or twenty seconds,
grabbing a hand full of my hair with one hand to hold my head firmly between her
thighs.  My mouth was awash in the copious vaginal juices her orgasm produced. 
Finally, she lay still.

     She was silent for a few moments.  "No one has done that to Brigit before," she
said, finally.

     "Really?" I responded in surprise.

     "Never," she said.  "I love it."  She lifted her head from the bed and looked down
the length of her torso at my face still buried in her crotch.  "I like you," she added.  Her
voice sounded totally childlike.

     I figured that now that she had gotten off, the prospects of my actually having
intercourse with her had probably diminished.  She was a novice prostitute and still a
young girl and I wasn't sure whether she felt any professional need to insure my
complete satisfaction. I needn't have worried.

     "Are you hard now?" she inquired.

     "Yes, I am.  Very," I stated emphatically.

     "Then you must fuck me," she responded without hesitation.

     Her words inflamed my lust.  I had just cum a few minutes earlier, but my cock
was fully engorged again.  It felt like a length of steel rebar.

     I lifted myself up, placing my hands on each side of her shoulders.  I positioned
my cock so that the head nestled gently against her fully lubricated entrance. 
Instinctively, my hips began to press forward.  I looked down into the girl's eyes.  She
held my gaze as the swollen head of my lance began to spread the lips of her pussy
open.  Slowly, gently, I applied more pressure.  A warm, wet, tightness began to engulf
my cock as it sank slowly inside her.  I didn't have to force myself into her, as she was
very wet.  Despite her readiness, however, I reveled in the constricted tension that her
tight pussy exerted along the length of my shaft as it slid into her.  Inch by inch I filled
her, until my balls rested against her asshole and the entirety of my shaft was encased
within the moist, tight walls of her cunt.  I had never felt such sexual excitement, or if I
had, it had been long forgotten.

     "Fuck me, Alan," she urged.

     I did.  With slow, steady stokes I began to saw my cock back and forth inside her
marvelous little fuck hole. The muscles of her pussy clutched at my cock, massaging
the length of it with each stroke.  As the pace of my fucking increased, her wonderful
little breast mounds began to bounce back and forth. They hardly changed shape, just
moved delightfully up and down her chest wall as I plunged my cock back and forth
through the tube of her cunt.

     "Oh, God....oh....I can't believe how good....oh, God, " I groaned as I fucked the
youngster.

     Brigit wrapped her shapely little legs around my waist, pulling me deeper inside
her.  As I pounded into her, I felt the head of my cock hammer against her cervix,
threatening to push inside her womb.  My head was spinning with unbridled lust.  I
hadn't fucked like this since I had deflowered by wife over twenty years earlier.  Only
this was better.  

     I pushed up and rocked back so that my butt was resting on my heels.  I looked
down to the point where my cock entered Brigit.  The tight ring of tissue around her cunt
held snugly to the thick rod of my cock.  I watched with fascination as my shiny cock
meat slid in and out of her.  The sight of my swollen cock wedged between the lips of
her barely furred pussy was the most erotic sight I had ever seen.

     I wanted her doggy style.   Reluctantly, I pulled out of her.   She looked at me
questioningly.  

     "What's the matter?" she said.

     "Nothing, princess," I reassured her.  "I just want to fuck you differently.  Like the
dogs do."

     "Oui," she said, smiling.  "I like that.

     Without assistance she rolled over, displaying the wonderful globes of her small
ass cheeks.  She positioned herself up on all fours and then lowered her head to the
pillow, presenting her pussy for penetration.  I scooted forward, gripped my shaft with
my right hand and inserted it into her.  With a single, smooth thrust I slammed my cock
all the way home.

     "Ohhhh, oui.....," Bridgit declared.  "Tres bon!"  Once again her lust had caused
her to revert to her native tongue.

     I firmly grasped the young filly around her slender waist.  Using my grip around
her waist as leverage, I pumped her pussy back and forth along the length of my cock. 
The sight and sensation was exquisite.  Faster and faster I fucked her, pulling her
toward me with my hands while simultaneously driving my hips forward.   My cock
repeatedly slammed against the back wall of her cunt

     "Oh, oui....ohhh.....ohhhhhh, ouiiiii!" the pre-teen wailed as I forcefully impaled
her tiny body with my raging hard-on. 
     
     I reached forward and grasped a handful of her silky, golden hair. I pulled her
head back, using the strand of hair like reins on a horse.  I wasn't certain how she
would react to such an overtly controlling gesture.  Her response was immediate.  She
seemed to love it.  She furiously rotated her hips around my cock and then drove her
pelvis forcefully back into mine.  Basically, I stopped fucking her and she began fucking
me.  Hard.     
     
     "Mmgg...mggh....mgghhh," she grunted in muffled tones as she fucked me with
increasing urgency.

     As I began to feel my release building, Brigit reached back between her thighs
and located my ball sack with her fingers.  She began to tickle and roll my gonads as
they hung heavily in my scrotum.   Within fifteen or twenty seconds, I was over the
edge.  My balls contracted up inside my body and forcefully injected a thick wad of cum
deep inside the delightful little pre-teen.

     "Aahhhhh..yeah.essssss," I hissed through clenched teeth, as my orgasm fully
kicked in.

     "Eeiiiiiiii," the small girl whined, as she ground her pussy hard against my groin.

     I continued to pour a flood of man cream into the youngster's tight receptacle. 
Finally, it was over.  Gasping for breath, my heart pounding like a bass drum,  I slowly
pulled my cock out of her.  A small riverlet  of thick cum leaked out behind it, flowed
down her thighs,  and landed wetly onto the bedcover.   I couldn't believe how much
semen I had delivered.

     Brigit collapsed forward onto the bed.  She let out a heavy sigh.  I followed suit,
and crumpled alongside her firm young body.  Immediately, she scooted her body
tightly against mine, begging to be snuggled.  I wrapped my arm around her chest,
cupping and caressing one of her budding breasts.  

     "That was wonderful, Brigit," I said simply.

     "For me, too," she said.

     It seemed odd, but I had expected her to be more business like once the sex
was over.  Instead, she seemed to be content to stay in my arms, enjoying the post
coital glow of genuine lovers.  I was reluctant to bring up the subject of money.  Unlike
experienced professionals, she hadn't insisted upon payment before she serviced me.
I certainly had no reservations about paying her, however.  I would have paid ten times
what she had quoted.  

     "Shall I pay you now?" I said finally.

     " Don't talk about money," she said.  "Can I stay here tonight?" 

     I was startled by her question.  I certainly hadn't expected to have the benefit of
her affections for the entire night.

     "Do you usually stay the night?" I asked.

     "No," she said.  "But, I like you.  Besides, my momma will have men at our
apartment all night.  I don't want them to touch me.  I want to stay with you."
     
     I was touched by the apparent sincerity of her statements.  I couldn't have been
happier to accommodate her request.

     "Of course you can stay," I advised her. 

     "Instead of paying me....maybe you can buy me something tomorrow," she said.

     "I would love to," I told her.

     "I want you to meet Claudette, too," she continued.

     I fucked Brigit twice more before morning.  I couldn't believe my stamina.  I felt
eighteen again.  We finally fell asleep wrapped in each others arms.  Just before I
drifted off, Brigit murmured, "You will love Claudette."

                                        


This story is a work of fiction.  Names, characters, places, and incidents either are products of the author's imagination or are used fictitiously.  Any resemblance to actual events or locales or persons, living or dead, is

     The lacy curtains on the window of my hotel room filtered the bright morning sun,
sundering its rays into a diffuse golden glow.  I was lying on my back; a soft, downy
comforter covering my lower half.  Brigit's firm little body was draped across my chest,
the top of her head nestled under my chin.  As she breathed softly in sleep, her breasts
pressed against my abdomen.  Lower down, my cock was throbbing in full erection.  I
had been lying awake for nearly a half an hour, waiting for the young girl to stir from
slumber.  The scents and sensations of the youngster's delicate body against my own,
had brought me to intense arousal.  I was tempted to reach down and jerk myself off,
but I knew that the movement would awaken her.  I was in desperate need of release.

     Although Brigit had brought me to orgasm several times the night before, my
balls felt heavy.  I could feel each beat of my heart as the blood coursed through the
bulging veins of my cock.  The ability of the sweet, nearly teenage, girl to arouse me,
even as she slept, was amazing.  

     "Mmm....," Brigit moaned softly.  She began to stir.

     "Good morning," I whispered.

     The lithe youngster stretched, cat-like, while still lying across my body.  "Oui,"
she purred.  "...it is."

     As Brigit slide her arm down my stomach in an energetic stretch, her finger tips
contacted the swollen head of my cock.  She froze momentarily.  Obviously surprised
by my early morning tumescence, she began to gently explore my engorged sex with
her hand.   She rotated her head on my chest until her chin rested on my breastbone
and her eyes looked directly into mine.

     "Did I not satisfy you last night?" she asked, her eyes still sleepy.

     "Oh, yes," I responded quickly, "But you see......that's the problem.  You were so
good, I can't get enough of you."

     The soon-to-be thirteen year old, giggled and gripped my erection with her small,
warm hand.  Slowly, sensuously, she began to pump my hard-on.  I ran my fingers
through the silky curls of her hair and caressed her face as she stoked me.  I wanted
more than a quick handjob.

     "I want to taste you," I said.

     Brigit's eyes, now clear and bright, looked deeply into mine.  She released me
without saying anything.  As I lay rigid with anticipation, she maneuvered herself into a
classic sixty-nine position; her lightly haired pussy poised right above my nose.  The
soft pink of her interior glistened in the morning light.  I reached up and spread her open
with my fingers just as I felt her warm mouth close around the head of my cock and
slide down its length.

     "Uahhh...," I groaned, as the exquisite pleasure of her oral attack registered in
my brain.

     Grasping her firm buttocks with my hands, I pulled her pussy into my face.  My
tongue and lips were immediately buried between the fleshy folds of her sex; my nose
pressed firmly against her anus.  The mixture of earthy smells sent my arousal soaring. 
Involuntarily, my hips thrust upward, driving my cock deeply into the youngster's throat. 
Brigit gagged slightly, then regained her composure.  With firm suction and swirling
tongue action, she sucked my cock as I munched on her moist sex.  I could hardly wait
to blow my load into her mouth.  Suddenly, however, Brigit pulled her hips forward,
release my mouth from her pussy.  I felt the cool morning air on my cock as she
extracted it from between her lips.

     "I want you inside me," she said

     Without waiting for me to respond, the young girl slid her hips forward until her
buttocks  rested on my stomach.  She lifted  herself up until she was sitting upright on
my abdomen, her back to me, my erect cock pointing straight up between her thighs in
front of her.  She glanced over her shoulder and gave me a sweet, but sultry, smile. 
Leaning forward, she placed her hands on my knees, lifted her hips and slid further
forward.  My cock slapped loudly back against my stomach as she lifted her hips up
over it.  

     "Put it inside me," she instructed.

     Without hesitation, I reached down and grasped my meaty rod with my right
hand and directed it toward her pussy.  Supporting herself with her left hand, she
reached around and, grasping her right buttock, pulled it apart from the left asscheek.
Her tiny cunt gaped open, wet and pink.   The few sparse pubic hairs which adorned it
hung down wet and sticky from her juices.  I realized that I was holding my breath;
frozen in time and space as the vision of her juvenile sex hole held me in a mesmerized
trance.

     I couldn't wait any longer.  I pressed the head of my cock into the warm, moist
hole.  Immediately, Brigit began to lower her hips onto me.  As I watched, my cock slid
slowly and smoothly, inch-by-glorious-inch,  into the twelve year old.  Eventually, she
had taken my entire length inside her, and her buttocks settled onto my abdomen.  The
tight muscles of her cunt squeezed my cock.  I let out a my breath in an explosive rush;
my brain frantically processing the exquisite sensations of sexual pleasure that it was
receiving.

     "Jeez, you're beautiful," I gushed.  "....and, your cunt.....oh, my God, it's tight."

     The sweet young girl glanced over her shoulder and smiled.  Her even, white
teeth glistened in the morning light.  Then she started to fuck me.

     Slowly at first....then faster, Brigit lifted and dropped her hips.  With each
elevation of her hips, the length of my cock reappeared, glistening with her sex juice. 
Then as she thrust downward, my organ slid between the swollen lips of her cunt and
disappeared, leaving only my balls remaining outside her body.  About every third
stoke, she would pause at the top of the stoke, and then give the head of my cock a
mini-fuck; inserting and extracting just the head of my cock in several rapid movements.
I could feel the pressure building in my balls.  I wasn't going to last much longer.

     I placed the palms of my hands on the round perfect globes of her tight little ass. 
Using my hands to guide her movements, I helped her pump her cunt up and down on
my cock.  At some point, Brigit began working on her clit with her right hand.  She was
lost in the passion of fucking.

     "Oohh.....oui!   Aahhhh.....oooaah," Brigit began to wail softly as she continued to
impale her small body onto my meaty shaft.

     I couldn't wait any longer.  I needed release..  I began to buck my hips upward,
hammering my pelvic bone into her ass.  She increased the intensity of her downward
thrusts. My cock drove deeper and deeper inside her, pounding against her small
juvenile cervix.  I reached up and pulled Brigit backward.  She lost the battle with gravity
and fell backward, her back landing on my chest.  I reached around her chest and
cupped her left tit with my hand, excited by the firm, fleshy texture of her budding
mammary.   I quickly located her clit with my right hand and began to stroke it rapidly. 
Simultaneously, I pumped my raging hard-on rapidly back and forth inside her tight,
very wet, pussy.  The combination of sexual sensations sent me over the edge.

     "Yaaa..esssss," I bellowed, as the first load of cum exploded through my cock
and erupted inside Brigit.

     My body jerked and spasmed as I continued to pump my creamy load into the
young girl.  Through the haze of my own orgasm, I realized that Brigit was coming too. 
The body of the nearly teen tensed and jerked as she rode the wave of sexual release.

     After we both stopped moving, the room was still for almost a minute, the silence
broken only by the sounds of our exhausted breathing, .  My cock had softened just
enough inside Brigit so that the healthy load of semen that I had deposited inside her
began to leak out around my shaft and slide down my balls. 

     "Whewwuuu," Brigit said, exhaling loudly.

     "No shit," I responded.

     With one final squeeze on my cock with her cunt muscles, Brigit slid off me and
rolled to the side.  

     "We have to get out of bed," she said, softly.  "Today you will buy me a present."

     I simply groaned agreement.

     "....and meet Claudette," she added.


                         ****
       
     Two hours later Brigit and I had finished a light breakfast of caf‚ au lait and
croissants, served with liberal quantities of raspberry preserves and butter.  We sat in a
small sidewalk caf‚ not far from my hotel.  The day was warm and sunny.  Brigit was
dressed in the same outfit in which I had found her the night before.  

     "So...," I said. "....you said something about buying you a present today.  What
did you mean?"

     The young girl threw me a seductive glance.  "I need a new outfit," she said.

     "Last night you said that you charged fifty francs," I responded. "It sounds like
this is going to cost more than that."

     "Don't you think I'm worth it?" she said.  She licked her pouty lips for emphasis.

     I was beginning to realize that Brigit wasn't nearly as naive as I as surmised. 
Having thoroughly enjoyed her budding sexual talents, however, I was prepared to be
fair and reasonable when it came to compensation.  

     "What did you have in mind?" I inquired.

     "My friend Claudette likes to shop," she began.  "She told me about some really
great clothes at Printemps.  She can't afford them anymore than I can.  She sometimes
steals things, but she got caught last month.  Now she has to be very careful.  I made
plans to go there with her today.  Now you can take us."

     "What is Printemps ?" I asked.

     "Printemps is a big department store," Brigit informed me.  She pronounced it
"Pran-tom".

     I was beginning to see that I was about to become a sugar daddy for not one,
but two, young Parisian girls.  I began to debate the ethics of using my corporate credit
card for such expenditures.

     "I was hoping to do some sightseeing today," I said.  "Maybe Versailles.  I don't
have a lot of time."

     "Versailles?" Brigit said, her eyes brightening.  "I wish I could go there someday."

     Her statement startled me.  Versailles is the incredible palace built by the "Sun
King", Louis XIV in the early 18th Century.  It had served at the seat of France's
government for approximately a century.  It remains as one of the most lavish and
astonishing royal residences ever constructed.  I found it remarkable that this young
Parisian girl had never visited such a notable national landmark located only a dozen
miles from the center of Paris.  It was a little like a kid growing up the Bronx and never
having been to Yankee Stadium.

     "You have never been there?" I asked to confirm my understanding of her
statement.

     "No," she confirmed. "I don't have money for that."

     I thought for a moment.  I didn't have to return to London until the next day. 
"Would you like to go with me?" I asked.  "Then maybe you can stay with me another
night."

     The youngster's eyes sparkled.  "Oh, oui...," she said sincerely, "...that would be
wonderful.  We can go after we finish shopping...no?" 

     The girl had her priorities in order.  Business first, pleasure later.  

     "OK," I agreed.  "After we go shopping.  But what about your mother? Won't she
wonder about where you are?"

     "I will call her," she said.  "She will be happy that I have someone to take care of
me today.  That way she can have men in our apartment all day."

     I nodded my understanding.  While I pondered the dynamics of the relationship
between this young woman/child and her mother, she raised the ante.

     "You will take Claudette, too?" she continued.

     "Uh....," I mumbled.  ".....yeah, I guess so."

     "You will like Claudette," Brigit said with a twinkle in her eye. 

                    *****

     Claudette and I stood in front of the large department store to which she had
directed the cab driver.  I was about to head inside, but Brigit grabbed my sleeve.

     "We must wait for Claudette," she informed me.

     Brigit had gotten me to front the money for phone calls to her mother and her
young friend.  She confirmed that her mother was fine with her plans and that her friend
would join us before we left for Versailles.  Apparently the agreed meeting place was
the department store.  How convenient, I thought.

     We stood in the warm morning sun and engaged in small talk.  I learned that
Brigit did not know who her father was.  Apparently he was one of her mother's
customers in the early days of her career in the sex trades.  She had a four year old
half-brother; fathered by another of her mother's tricks.  She attended school irregularly. 
Although she dreamed of a career in a respectable trade, she held out little hope that
she would ever earn her living at anything other than pleasuring men.  I suddenly felt a
little guilty.  On the other hand, I reasoned, I was providing a much needed source of
income to the young girl.   I decided that I was not going to ruin my time with Brigit
pondering the social issues surrounding our liaison.  

     "Claudette!" my young companion suddenly shouted.  She was looking down the
sidewalk toward another young girl who approached us.

     As Claudette drew closer, my eyes appraised her.  She was slightly taller than
Brigit and possessed a more womanly shape.  Her hips were wider and her breasts
fuller and clearly more developed.  She was wearing skin tight jeans that accented her
youthful shape.  On top she wore a bright yellow "belly shirt" that exposed her bare mid-
rift.  Her flat stomach was punctuated by a cute little belly button.  Her skin was toned
and smooth.   Claudette's most striking feature, however, was her hair.  It was cut blunt
in a page-boy style and was approximately the color of pure‚d carrots.  The brilliant
orange-red crown of shiny hair bounced and danced as she walked.  It appeared to be
her natural color, not some cheap dye job.  The overall effect was stunning.

     "Bon jour, Claudette," Brigit said, embracing her friend.

     I stood awkwardly nearby.  After exchanging greetings in French, Brigit turned to
me, with her arm wrapped around the waist of her companion.

     "Alan...," she begin, ".....this is my friend Claudette." 

     "Hello, Claudette," I said, extending my hand to her.

     My new acquaintance stood motionless for a few seconds.  Then, ignoring my
hand, she stepped forward and embraced me.  Her firm breasts pressed against my
chest, as she stood on her tip toes and kissed my cheek.
     
     "It ez nice to meet you," Claudette whispered into my ear.  Her English carried a
stronger accent than Brigit's.

     I was somewhat flustered by the assumed familiarity with which Claudette had
greeted me.   It was also stimulating.  I held her longer than necessary before releasing
her embrace.

     "Shall we go shopping?" I asked.

     "Oui!!," the girls squealed simultaneously.

     We spent nearly two hours in the store.  The girls tried on everything that struck
their fancy.  I was beginning to worry about bankruptcy.  Finally, however, they
managed to convince me to purchase two full outfits of new clothing for each of them. 
They took their new acquisitions to the cashier.

     "Combien?" Brigit asked the cashier; inquiring about the total cost of their
purchases.

     The clerk responded in French and I didn't understand what she said.  Brigit
interpreted.

     "Thirty-three hundred francs," she said.

     I swallowed hard. Damn!  Almost five hundred bucks.  Somehow the price for
Brigit's services had increased dramatically from the previous evening's quote.  I
fingered my personal credit card.  I had no idea how I would explain the charge to my
wife.  My fingers slipped down to my corporate card.  Fuck 'em, I thought.  I earned this
in London.  I flipped the company card on the counter.  The clerk completed the
transaction and the girls gleefully grabbed the bags containing their new wardrobe
additions.

     As we moved toward store's large front door, Brigit snuggled close to me. She
whispered into my ear.

     "Claudette will pay for her clothes later."

     "I don't expect her to pay me back," I said, graciously.  "I did it because she is
your friend."

     "You don't understand," Brigit continued.  "She will earn them the same way I
did."

       I suddenly looked at Claudette's tight little ass in a whole new light, as she
strutted along in front of Brigit and I.   Apparently I had just purchased a two-for-one
package of sexual services.  My cock twitched as the full impact of Brigit's statement
settled into my brain.

                    *****                    

     About thirty minutes later, the three of us boarded a train at a nearby Metro
station.  Our destination was Versailles.  After entering the train car I settled into a seat
about mid-way back.  Brigit tapped me on the shoulder and pointed to the rear of the
car.  Slightly confused, I got up and followed the two young girls to the last seat in the
rear of the car.  Claudette sat closest to the window and Brigit sat on the aisle.  I was
nicely sandwiched between them.     

     The train car was lightly occupied.  About three seats forward sat an elderly
couple.  Further up, about a half a dozen passengers were scattered about the forward
seats.  As the train pulled away from the station, I wondered why the girls had insisted
on taking the most rearward seat.  I didn't have to ponder the question long.  As soon
as the train had cleared the station, Claudette's hand dropped into my crotch and
began massaging my cock package.  I was a little startled, but didn't move.  Her hand
tranced the outline of my cock and balls and the tempo of her stimulation increased.  
I glanced sideways at the youngster, and she smiled a brilliant smile in return.  Her
smile was followed by a very suggestive licking her lips.    She then formed an "O" with
her other hand and pumped it back and forth in front of her mouth simulating fellatio.

     Within about a minute my cock was fully engorged and straining against the
confines of my pants.  Under other circumstances I would have been delighted, but
given our situation I was feeling very frustrated.  I assumed that Claudette was simply
teasing me.  I couldn't have been more wrong.

     "I will keep watch, " Brigit said softly.

     Before I could fully absorb her meaning, Claudette slid down from the seat next
to me and positioned herself on her knees between my legs.  My heart leapt in my
chest. She couldn't be serious?  Her next move answered my question. She reached up
and quickly unzipped me.  Gazing up at me with her emerald green eyes, she reached
into my pants and swiftly pulled out my swollen organ.  My cock stood out red and angry
from my crotch. 

     "It's OK, Claudette," Brigit reported. "You can do it."

     Immediately, Claudette leaned forward and smoothly took my entire length
between lips and into the back of her throat.  A soft groan escaped my lips as the
pleasure of her mouth hit me.  Slowly, she worked me in and out of her mouth.  I
watched transfixed as my thick cock, now shiny with her saliva, slid back and forth
between her lips.  

     I glanced nervously down the length of the train car.  I would be in some deep
shit if I got caught getting a blowjob from the young girl whose face was currently buried
in my crotch.  I didn't even know how old she was.

     Faster and faster, Claudette sucked me.  The carrot colored mop of hair on her
head bounced back and forth as she pistoned her mouth along my shaft.  Brigit
continued to look straight ahead, keeping lookout.  Without turning her head, Brigit
joined in the fun.  Her right hand slid down into my lap.  Gingerly, her fingers found my
ball sack below where her friend was gobbling my meat.  She cupped my scrotum and
began to play with my balls.  

     I leaned back and closed my eyes.  The combined sensations of Claudette's
mouth and Brigit's fingers was almost more than I could bear.  I was going to blow my
nuts very soon.  Claudette apparently sensed my increasing urgency, because she
intensified the suction and tongue action she was applying to my cock.

     I felt my release begin to build.  Trying to focus on other things, I pleaded with
my body to delay orgasm.  I wanted to enjoy this experience as long as possible.  After
another minute of Claudette's  fevered mouth fucking, however, it was clear that I was
losing the battle.  The pressure in my balls was reaching critical mass.  A few more
mouth strokes and I would be over the edge.

     At just that moment, I felt Brigit tense.  I opened my eyes and tried to focus.  At
the other end of the car, a conductor had entered and was making his way down the
aisle.  I froze, watching him work his way toward us.  

     "Someone's coming," Brigit whispered to her friend.  "Hurry!"

     I minute earlier I would have stopped the girl and eliminated all risk.  Now,
however, I was so close to blowing my nuts that my primal brain couldn't conceive of
stopping.  I had to have release.

     Faster and faster Claudette sucked my erection, pumping my shaft with  her
hand while her mouth and tongue provided exquisite friction. Brigit rolled and kneaded
my balls, providing as much added stimulation as she could.  My heart pounded harder
and harder as I watched the conductor drawing nearer.   In about thirty seconds he
would be standing over us.  My buttocks tensed as my orgasm exploded.

     "Mmmggghh....," I groaned deep in my chest, as my cum erupted into
Claudette's mouth.  My eyes remained fixed on the conductor as his journey down the
aisle continued, bringing him ever closer.

     Claudette gurgled softly as she took my load and swallowed it.

     My cum stopped squirting after the fourth or fifth spasm.  Quickly, Claudette
extracted my cock from her mouth, rapidly licked  it clean and wiped her mouth with the
back of her hand.  I stuffed my still erect cock back into my pants as carefully as I could
and zipped up.  None too soon.  Before, Claudette could get up, the conductor came
along side of our seat.  He looked down at the young girl still kneeling in a cock-sucking
position between my legs.  He frowned.  My heart almost stopped.

     Brigit immediately engaged him in conversation.  Theyl still kneeling in a cock-sucking
position between my legs.  He frowned.  My heart almost stopped.

     Brigit immediately engaged him in conversation.  They spoke in French and I
couldn't understand what they were talking about.  Finally, after about thirty seconds,
the conductor seemed satisfied and moved on past us and through the door at the rear
of the car.

     "What did you say?" I quickly asked Brigit.
     
     The youngster giggled.  "I told him that Claudette was motion sick and felt better
sitting on the floor.  I don't think he believed me, but I'm sure he didn't see anything."

     I breathed a sigh of relief.  It had probably been the most exciting sexual moment
of my life to that point.  I had just been sucked off by a very young girl, in broad daylight,
in a public train car.  How fucking amazing was that?

     Claudette crawled back up onto the seat the brushed the dust from her knees. 
Her firm young breasts rode high and proud on her chest, and the top she wore
provided a nice view of her youthful cleavage.  I wondered if I would have the
opportunity to see them naked.

     Claudette leaned next to me.  "Zat was ze appetizer," she whispered.  " I will give
you ze main course later."

     Brigit giggled softly on the other side of me.  She reached down had gently
squeezed my softening cock bulge.  "I told you you would like Claudette," she said.

                    ****

     We disembarked at the Versailles Rive Gauche station.  A couple of minutes
later we strolled up the great cobblestone entrance to the grand palace.  I paid the
admission for the three of us, and we set about to explore the incredibly ornate royal
residence.

     As we made our way through the Royal Chapel, the Cornucopia Room, the
Venus, Diana and Mars Rooms, the girls giggled and pointed.  They were obviously
overwhelmed by the shear opulence of the residence occupied by Louis XIV and his
successors.  It isn't just a palace, it is a monument to the power, culture, wealth and
importance of France during the heyday of its 18th century monarchy.  

     We strolled down the Hall of Mirrors, a gaudy, yet breathtaking, display of wealth;
constructed at a time when mirrors were a luxury enjoyed by only the most privileged. 
The girls loved it.  They danced and twirled in front of the huge mirrors.

     After almost two hours of examining the inside of the palace, we made our way
outside to explore  the immense grounds that surround the main chateau.  Versailles is
not just a single building, but actually an enormous park-like complex with numerous
companion structures scattered throughout the gardens and surrounding forests.  The
day being warm and sunny, we started hiking along the pathways the led to some of the
lessor buildings that encircle the primary palace.

     By the time we reached the Grand Trianon, the King's private residence away
from the main palace, we had worked up a sweat.  Brigit had changed into one of the
new outfits I had purchased while we waited in Paris for the train.  She was now
wearing bright red capri pants and a white halter top.  She looked great.  Claudette was
still attired in the form fitting jeans and belly shirt she was wearing when met her early in
the day.  

     "Eet ez getting too hot," Claudette complained.  "I weesh I could take zees top
off!"

     The sheen of sweat that had developed on her neck and belly was slightly erotic. 
Her skin had a healthy, rosy glow.  She was a very hot looking package of young
womanhood. I found myself wishing she could take her shirt off as well.  I still had no
certainly concerning the girl's age.   I decided to satisfy my curiosity.

     "How old are you, Claudette?" I asked suddenly.

     The young girl glanced at me, a slightly bemused looked on her face.  "Fifteen,"
she answered, finally.  

     "You are not!" Brigit challenged.

     "So we are playing games," I said, capturing Claudette's eyes with my gaze.

     "How old do you zink I am?' Claudette asked.

     That was a difficult question.  It was clear that she was still a blossoming young 
girl.   On the other hand, her breast development and maturing figure would not have
been inconsistent with her claimed age.  It was her face that provided the best clue.  A
young girl's face changes continually in subtle, but discernable, ways between the
onset of puberty and full adulthood.  Like reading the annual rings in the cross section
of a tree, if you can read those changes correctly, you can nearly always guess a girl's
age....or at least get close.  I studied her face carefully.  She was older than Brigit; of
that I was sure.   There were still traces of youthful baby fat in her cheeks, however,
and the overall impression was one of a female no more than two to three years past
the onset of puberty.  I took a guess.

     "No more than fourteen," I said with an air of certainty.

     Claudette looked slightly deflated.  For reasons which I don't fully understand,
young girls always seem to want to appear older than they are.  Personally, I wish they
could stay fourteen forever.

     "See, Claudette," Brigit laughed.  "You can't fool guys."

     "So I'm right, then?" I asked.

     Claudette said nothing.  Brigit provided the confirmation. "Her birthday was last
month.  Oui..she is fourteen."

     Perfect.  Claudette's body, face and demeanor perfectly fit my ideal for a
fourteen year old girl.   I recalled her promise to provide the "main course" later.  I
hoped that I wouldn't have to wait long.  

     "What ez that?" Claudette asked, changing the subject.  She was pointing at
several large Corinthian columns set in a circular configuration.

     I had no idea.  I glanced at a map of the grounds surrounding Versailles that had
been provided when we entered.  After getting oriented, I located our position.

     "That's the 'Temple of Love'," I said.  "It's the place for lovers."

     "Then I can take theez thing off here," Claudette announced.  She immediately
lifted her belly shirt up over her head and peeled if off.  Beneath it, she was wearing a
lacy yellow bra.  It was basically a half-bra and displayed the firm curves of her
Burgeoning breasts to perfection.  My cock began to surge to life.  The youngster
appeared totally comfortable displaying her undergarment in a public place.  

     I glanced around.  There weren't any other visitors nearby, so my immediate
concerns about her display faded.   Claudette skpped off down the pathway toward the
Temple of Love.  Brigit took off after her.  I had no choice but to follow.

     We wandered through the small shrine to romantic love.  In the center, stood a
statue of Cupid making a bow from the club of Hercules.  How quaint, I thought.  

     "It would be better....," Claudette giggled, "....if zee Cupid, he had zee hard-on."

     Maybe Cupid didn't have an erection, but I did.  Watching the hot young French
girl frolic about in tight jeans and bra had engorged my cock.  It pressed uncomfortably
against the fabric of my pants. I had already fucked Brigit and been sucked off by
Claudette that morning, but I was still hard as a rock.   I started calculating how long it
would take to get the girls back to my hotel room.  Claudette took a more direct
approach.

     With a whoop of delight, she started running toward a small grove of trees and
bushes a short distance away.  Brigit and I exchanged glances and started after her. 
By the time I pushed back some low hanging branches and plunged into the thick
foliage of the grove, I was breathing hard.  I was a little disoriented at first and couldn't
see Claudette anywhere.  I pushed and thrashed my way through the vegetation for
about forty or fifty feet and suddenly broke into a small clear area at the base of large
oak tree that dominated the small grove.  Claudette was standing in the clearing,
grinning.   With the loud rustling of bushes, Brigit broke into the small clearing right
behind me, wearing a couple of leaves in her hair.

     "It ez time to play," Claudette announced.

     I quickly assessed the situation.  It was obvious what kind of "play" the fourteen
year old had in mind.  It was also broad daylight and we were located in one of the most
visited sites in all of France.  On the other hand, at our present location we were
completely hidden from view.  We would be able to hear anybody coming as they
crashed through the brushy foliage that surrounded us.  I decided that the opportunity
was well worth the risk.

     "Indeed it is," I agreed.  "How should we begin?" 

     "Like zees," Claudette rejoined.  She reached behind her back, unhooked her
bra and let it drop from her breasts.  The sight of her youthful tits took my breath away. 
They were perfect cones and appeared to have been carved from granite, they were so
firm.  Each was crowned with a dark pink areola and nipple.  

     "You too, Brigit," Claudette urged.

     Taking the challenge, Brigit moved close to her friend and faced me.  Slowly,
deliberately, she untied her halter top and removed it.  She wore no bra underneath.  
Her smaller, but equally firm, breasts stood out proudly from her chest in the sunlight
that filtered down through the tree branches above us.

     "Now you," Brigit challenged. 

     Getting into the spirit of the game, I slowly, sensuously unbuttoned my shirt and
removed it.  I wore no undershirt and my bare chest glistened with sweat in the warm
afternoon air.

     Without saying anything, Claudette started the next round.  She slowly
unbuttoned and  unzipped her jeans and then wiggled out of them.  Underneath she
wore lacy yellow panties that matched her bra.  The material was so thin that I could
discern a  small, dark patch of pubic hair at the crotch.  Brigit quickly followed suit and
removed her red capri pants, revealing her plain white cotton panties.  Standing nearly
naked before me, Claudette's  greater degree of development was obvious. Her hips
were wider and her general appearance more curvaceous.   While, Brigit's body was still
slightly boyish, Claudette's was definitely more womanly.

     "It eez your turn," Claudette demanded.

     Despite the relative security of our location, I felt slightly uncomfortable as I
contemplated the removal of further clothing.  I had never practiced nudity and the
thought of being naked in such a public place was a little disquieting. The promise of
sexual delights with the two nubile youngsters standing before me, however, overcame
my natural reluctance.  I unzipped my pants and slipped out of them.  My erection
created a fabric tent in the front of my boxers.

     "Oh!," Claudette blurted.  "There eez zee hard-on!"

     I felt myself blushing.  I felt foolish that two very young girls could make me feel
embarrassed.  I was also very aroused.

     Brigit took her panties off first.  The now familiar sight of her beautiful little pussy
came into view.  The cleft between her vaginal lips was clearly visible, unobstructed by
the sparse wisps of soft pubic hair that barely covered the top of her mons.   I held my
breath as Claudette slid her fingers underneath the elastic band of her panties and slid
them down her legs.  She stepped out of the delicate panties and stood up.    The small
bush of  hair that adorned her pubis confirmed that the color of the hair on her head was
natural.  The soft, curly patch at her crotch was the same reddish-carrot color.  I had
never seen a redhead nude before.  I was fascinated.

     While I stood taking in the marvelous view of the two young girls, Claudette
reminded me that I had not finished my part of the strip tease.  "Show us your thing," she
demanded.

     Taking a deep breath to overcome my nervousness, I slid my boxers down and
kicked them away.  My thick erection stood out hard and swollen.  It twitched up and
down slightly as blood pumped through it.    I was totally ready for some serious fucking.

     "Come here, ladies," I ordered.

     Doing as they were told, they walked over to where I was standing.  Without
further instruction, they got down on their knees and took up positions on each side of
my cock.  Claudette took hold of my cock and started to stroke it.  Brigit tilted her head
back and began flicking her tongue along the underside of my shaft and its mushroom
shaped head.   Overhead, the sun beat down through the trees, its warm rays raising
beads of sweat on my shoulders. 

      The horny youngsters alternated sucking my cock.  First one, then the other,
would take me deep into her throat,  fellate me for eight or ten stokes.......then pass me
back to her friend.  It was so incredibly hot and sexy watching the two juvenile
cocksuckers working my thickly veined shaft between their sweet, pouty lips.  It was
beyond anything that I had ever dreamed possible.  In all those times I had fantasized
about and lusted after the cute teenage girls at the mall I could never have imagined the
scene I found myself in at that moment.  Claudette was now working my cock, as Brigit
watched.

     "Suck it, baby.   Yeah, suck my cock," I instructed Claudette as she slurped my
rod.  The fourteen year old intensified her pumping action.  She felt my orgasm coming
at the same time I did.  Just before the first semen erupted, she pulled my cock out of
her mouth and pointed it over her shoulder.  The first spasm sent a thick wad of creamy
cum shooting  past her ear.  It flew at least five feet, then descended in an arc to the
ground.   I wrestled my cock away from the youngster's hand and directed the next salvo
downward.  It exploded into the valley between her breast mounds and spattered across 
her youthful globes.  Claudette opened her mouth wide, inviting me to deposit the
remaining semen cargo onto her tongue.  Jerking myself as I came, I pumped two or
three more globs of cum directly into her mouth.  Finally, with knees weak and shaky, I
stopped coming.

     "Mmmmm," Claudette murmured as she licked her lips and swallowed my
deposit.

     "That was so nice," Brigit observed.  

     I suddenly felt very exposed and vulnerable.  If anyone saw us like this, I would
probably miss my flight the next day while I tried to figure out how to hire a French
attorney.  I was preparing to put my clothes back on.  The girls were not having any of
that.

     "Brigit..... she sayz that you are nice to fuck," Claudette said, her face still flushed
with sexual excitement.  "Show me."
     
     I balked.  First of all, I was concerned at pressing my luck in such a public
location.  Second, I had just come for the third time since morning and I wasn't sure
about my ability to maintain an erection.   My cock was already beginning to droop
noticeably.   Claudette sensed my second problem and began to pump and stoke my
deflating penis.   As she played with my organ, my first concern began to dissolve.  Soon
both of the young girls were licking, stoking and sucking me.  It took them about five
minutes, but they succeeded in making me hard and ready for action again.

     Claudette took me by my cock and led me to an area that was covered with
unkempt wild grass.   She got down on her hands and knees and presented herself for
my entry doggy style.  I stepped up to the plate, bat in hand.  I rubbed my cock head up
and down in her moist slit and then pressed forward.  My cock squeezed slowly between
her pussy lips and into her interior.  Her cunt was warm and tight.  And very wet.  She
moaned softly as I entered her.

     Brigit came up behind me and pressed her small body against my backside.  Her
hard little breast cones pushed against my back, while the soft fuzz of her pussy rubbed
against my ass. Sandwiched between the twelve year old and the fourteen year old, I
began fucking.  Having  just come,  I felt no urgency.  I savored the warm, wet pressure
of Claudette's cunt tube as my cock glided back and forth through it.  I placed my hands
on each of her asscheeks and guided her pussy back and forth along my shaft, driving
deeper with each stoke.  Brigit put her mouth to my ear and licked it.

     " She is good to fuck, no?" she whispered, as I filled her friend's pussy with my
cock meat.

     I simply groaned with pleasure.

     Beneath me, Claudette moaned and meowed like a kitten, enjoying the pleasure
of her sexual impalement.  She was a very hot young woman.  It was clear that she
loved sex.   I continued to fuck Claudette for five or six minutes, varying the rhythm of my
thrusts at intervals.

     " Fuck me, too," Brigit whispered in my ear. 

     I was about to pull out of Claudette to accommodate Brigit's  request.  Before I
could do so, she crawled around from behind me and stood next to the older girl. 
Carefully, she lifted one leg over her friend so that she stood aside her, facing me. 
Gently, she sat down, her buttocks resting on Claudette's ass.  She then lowered her
trunk until she was lying face up on the older girls's back, her thighs spread open directly
below me.    Her pink little pussy glistened, wet and inviting, right above the point where
my cock entered Claudette.  The two girls pussies were now located one on top of the
other only inches apart.   It was one of the most erotic things I had ever seen.

     I grudgingly pulled out of Claudette.  Placing my swollen organ into the tiny
opening of Brigit's pussy, I  thrust into her.   My cock encountered the back wall of her
cunt and bottomed out.  Brigit looked up at me with seductive eyes as I began to fuck
her;  the golden rays of sunlight danced across her face and cute little tits.  After eight or
ten stokes, I popped out of her tight hole, lowered my cock about three inches and slid
back into Claudette.  For the next several minutes, I alternated pussies; first giving
Claudette's cunt a pounding, and then drilling the twelve year old sprawled on top of her. 
I couldn't get enough of their delectable young bodies. 

     I assumed that Claudette was straining under the weight of her friend's body, and
knew I had to finish soon.  I slid into Claudette for the last time.  By now I was pounding
her cunt like I was driving nails.  

     "Oh, oh....oh...ooohh," the fourteen year old wailed in time to my forceful thrusts.

     While I slammed into Claudette from behind, I reached down and played with
Brigit's tiny pink clit as it poked up shiny and hard from between her pussy lips.  Using
one hand to spread her open, I used the thumb of the other hand to strum her sexual
bud rapidly.  She began writhing around on her precarious perch, the sweat on the two
girls' backs acting as a lubricant between them.  Suddenly, Claudette's pussy began to
spasm and constrict and she pressed her hips back hard against my groin.  She was
coming.  The added stimulation on my cock set off my orgasm.  The first spurt of come
lodged deep inside the fourteen year old.  Before the second erupted, I pulled out and
aimed my cock at Brigit. When I finally stopped coming, her stomach was laced with
shiny, wet streaks of man juice.

     It took another minute for me to bring Brigit off.   Claudette, still recovering from
her own release, continued to support her friend's small body on top of her.  When the
twelve year old finally came, it was so violent that she slid off onto the ground next to
Claudette.  We all collapsed into a sweaty, sexually satisfied heap.

     "That's gonna cost me more clothes, isn't it?" I said with a sigh.

     "Oh, oui," Brigit replied.  "...and maybe more."

     By the time we finished getting dressed and emerged from the brushy grove, the
sun was low in the sky.  A strolling couple observed our exodus from the secluded area
where we had consummated our tryst.  They looked at me suspiciously, but said
nothing.  As we walked past them, the man's eyes surveyed the nubile figures of my two
young lovers.   With a wry smile he winked at me.

     It was a long walk back to the train station, and it would be getting cooler soon. 
We hurried back toward the main chateau.  I had no idea what the rest of the night held
for me, but that I knew I had my hands full. 
                    
     













                     

