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