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The Virgin Chronicles - 20
by Netman169 (netman169@yahoo.com)
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These stories are a series of accounts of young teen
girls, losing their virginity and discovering the world
of sex. In Part 20, Rita is fourteen-years old whose
topless walk along the French Riviera leads to an
unexpected encounter. (Mf, ped, 1st, mast, oral, exh)
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Part 20 - Riviera Rita
My name is Rita. At the time of this story I was
fourteen-years old. I was 4 feet, 11 inches tall with
long blond hair. I had gone through puberty several
years ago, and had a nice round butt and B-Cup breasts.
In the summer parents my had to attend a business
conference in France right on the Riviera and took me
with. They were attending meetings all day and left me
on my own at the beach. Since the bathing suit I brought
from home was too modest by European standards, they let
me buy a new one at the hotel gift shop. I put it on and
went down to the beach for the day.
The new suit was quite a bit sexier than I was used to.
It was a floral print with a tiny bikini bottom. The bra
barely covered all of my 34B breasts. I was fourteen,
but the suit made me feel much older.
It was probably for this reason; I decided to do
something really crazy. Almost every other girl on the
beach was topless. Since I thought I would never see
anyone I knew, I said what the heck and removed my bra
top.
The feeling was liberating. My fourteen-year old breasts
were free and loose.
I decided to take a walk. There were lots of men also on
the beach. All of them looked, seeming to admire my
teenage breasts. My shoulder length long blond hair blew
in the wind.
When I was about a mile away from where I started, I
heard a voice call out, "Hey, is that you Rita?" it
said.
Turning around, I was in complete shock. There standing
in front of me on the beach was my eighth grade teacher
Mr. Chapman. Mr. Chapman was in his twenties and single.
He was tall and very handsome. I always had a schoolgirl
crush on him.
I didn't know what to do. Here I was half-naked in front
of my former teacher and my top and towel were a mile
away.
"Um, um, what are you doing here?" I stuttered, crossing
my arms trying to cover my chest.
"I'm here on vacation," he said, "what a surprise!"
"Yea, what I surprise." I repeated, looking down at my
chest.
"Oh, hey," he said. "Don't be shy. We're in Europe.
Besides, you're beautiful and I'm not your teacher
anymore.
Hearing that he thought I was beautiful, I slowly
lowered my arms. He took a long look at me. I took this
time to look back at him. He was standing there in a
tiny Speedo. He had a pretty large bulge in the front,
one that I had often wondered about at school.
"Come walk with me," he said, unexpectedly taking my
hand.
We walked down the beach, talking and laughing. I got
real comfortable with him, forgetting about my
toplessness.
After a while we came to a tented cabana. "This is mine
for the week," he said. "Let's get out of the sun and
have something to drink."
As I followed him in, he closed the flap behind us.
Inside were a large reclining chaise lounge and a table
with cheese, wine, and glasses. He poured us each a
glass. I was surprised a teacher was giving me, an
underage girl, wine but then I remembered we were in
France. We toasted and drank. (I started liking the
taste of wine since I drank it at dinner all week.)
We sat on the chaise, talked, drank wine and ate cheese.
At one point we each stood up at the same time to get
more wine. When we did, I fell forward and my breasts
pressed into his bare chest. I stayed like that for a
moment not knowing what to do, when Mr. Chapman took the
lead.
Instead of pulling away, he wrapped his arms around me
and hugged me closer. Not only did I feel his chest
against my breasts but also I felt the bulge in his
Speedos pressing into my crotch.
He also put his mouth over mine and gave me a kiss. When
he did, I decided to get adventurous and opened my
mouth. Soon I felt his tongue probing inside. (I
chuckled. It was literally a French kiss.)
We went back and forth, each pushing the envelope a
little further each time.
I couldn't believe I was doing this with my teacher.
Then I felt something else I couldn't believe.
As we continued to make-out, he reached up and put his
hands over my breasts. He rubbed each one gently. My B-
Cup breasts never felt so good as my nipples expanded in
his palms.
Not to be outdone, I slid my hand down, and rested it on
the bulge of his Speedos. As I rubbed back and forth I
felt him get even harder.
Soon I felt the palm of his hand reach down and slide
INSIDE of my bikini bottoms! Before I could react, his
fingers were rubbing up and down my fourteen-year old
pussy slit. At one point I felt his index finger rubbing
on my vaginal opening. It was super wet. It then went up
until it landed on my clitoris. Once there he started
rubbing little circles around it.
I was so turned on I moved my hand inside his Speedos. I
wrapped my palm around the first penis I had ever felt.
I was long, hard and thick. I could hardly get my hand
around it but when I did I pumped it up and down.
There we stood, chest to chest, making out - rubbing
each other beneath our suits. It was so forbidden - me a
fourteen-year old and he my former teacher.
I was the first to cum, in an orgasm that made me weak
in the knees. Then he ejaculated, filling the inside of
his Speedos with semen. I pulled my hand out and
examined the cream on my hand. I noticed a huge wet spot
on the front of his suit.
"Oh, Mr. Chapman," I laughed, "You have a problem. You
can't go out like that."
"Very funny young lady," he said.
I arranged to see him the next day and I left topless,
with my own bottoms feeling damp.
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The next day I came to Mr. Chapman's cabana, this time I
had my top on.
"Where's my liberated little French girl?" he asked.
"Right here!" I answered, untying and letting my top
fall to the ground, while throwing my arms around him. I
melted my fourteen-year old breasts into his chest and
started our passionate kissing again.
In no time at all, we resumed where we left off
yesterday. He had his hand down the front of my bikini
panties and I was fondling his penis.
Unlike yesterday however, it did not stop with just
touching. I pulled down my bikini panties and stepped
out of them. He did the same with his Speedos.
Laying me down on the chaise, he got his first look at
my completely naked fourteen-year old body. Like I said,
my breasts were a nice 34B and not quite as tan as the
rest of my body since I had only been going topless
since yesterday.
My pelvic area on the other hand was almost white,
having had no sun at all. I had a moderate amount of
pubic hair but it was so blond, it hardly hid my plush,
puffy pussy lips at all. My inner labia were swollen and
sticking out. My clitoral hood was protruding above
these.
I looked over at Mr. Chapman and finally got to see what
was inside those Speedos and what I had wondered about
in class. His penis was sticking straight out and had to
be at least eight-inches long.
I wanted him to take me right then but he had something
else in mind. He laid me down, put his mouth between my
legs, and started placing little kisses on my inner
thighs. My God, the anticipation was driving me crazy!
He was so close to my pussy, yet so far.
Finally I grabbed his head and moved his mouth up to my
clitoris. He placed his tongue on the swollen bud
emerging from my protruding hood and licked. Now I have
masturbated, and even used a vibrator, but I never felt
anything this intense.
After only a few minutes my whole body rocked in the
most explosive orgasm of my life.
It took a few moments to calm down and when I did, he
was beside me with his eight-inch penis resting on my
thigh. I remembered how one time when playing Truth or
Dare with my girlfriends, they asked, "truth – would you
like to blow Mr. Chapman?"
My response was a blushing, "no way!"
Yet now, with his penis right next to me, my inclination
was just the opposite.
I scooted down and popped his erect penis into my mouth.
I could only get it half way down my throat. It was hard
and stiff and I could taste his salty pre-cum as I
sucked.
Here I was, a fourteen-year old with my teacher's penis
in my mouth. I was dying to get him off and taste his
cum, when he pulled away.
"I want to save my cum for your pussy," he said.
Hearing my teacher say this was so naughty. I felt so
naughty.
He moved himself up over me and placed the tip of his
penis onto my vaginal opening which was wet and ready.
He pushed in but quickly stopped when he felt my hymen.
"Oh my," he said, "what do we have here, a virgin?"
"Well yea, what did you think?" I asked. "I'm only a
little girl, I'm only fourteen. Come on and deflower me
you dirty old man!"
With that he thrust forward, busting through my hymen. I
screamed as a sharp pain pierced my insides. Luckily it
didn't last too long. I felt his eight-inch cock sliding
in and out of me in a steady rhythm.
It was surreal, looking up and seeing my eighth grade
teacher fucking me on the Riviera.
The head of his penis rubbed the walls of my pussy,
touching places deep inside. As he slid in and out, my
pussy walls hugged his shaft.
He really filled me up. I didn't realize at the time,
but eight-inches is quite large, REAL LARGE!
He tilted his body so on his upstrokes the top of his
shaft would rub against my engorged clitoris. He knew
how to please a girl.
He speeded up several times bringing me to the brink of
orgasm, keeping me at an excited plateau but then slowed
down. I wondered if all men had this much stamina.
I began pushing my pelvis up into him and squeezing my
vaginal muscles around his penis in an effort to make
him cum.
Every nerve ending inside my pussy was tingling.
Finally I felt an orgasm start to build deep inside me.
I only hoped he would finally let me release. I
shouldn't have worried. As he began to fuck me with deep
fast strokes, I felt my body let loose. I started
shaking all over. When I did, I wrapped my legs around
his waist. He started cumming deep inside me as wave
after wave in my vagina milked him dry.
Luckily it was a good time of the month for me and I
didn't have to worry about getting pregnant.
He stayed deep inside me after cumming and then resumed
pumping while he was still hard.
I had two more orgasms before he finally came again and
his penis got soft.
When it slipped out, a cup of semen leaked onto the
chaise.
We lay together in each other's arms for the rest of the
day. It was exciting having my naked fourteen-year old
body pressed against that of my teacher.
We talked, drank wine, made out and I fondled his penis.
Every time it would get hard, we would fuck again. I
wanted to feel him inside me in every position.
Towards the end of the day we took a dip in the sea to
wash off. I of course remained topless. I loved the
attention!
We continued our sexual romps the rest of the week. Mr.
Chapman had my fourteen-year pussy, every way possible.
I even got to taste his semen, several times.
On Friday afternoon walking on the beach topless back to
the hotel, I had a "Blame It On Rio" moment. Before I
got inside, I met my dad, who had gotten out of his
meetings early. I didn't even try to cover my breasts as
he looked at me in disbelief. I simply said nothing like
it was completely normal, gave him a big hug, and moved
on like everything was natural.
That evening, my mom and dad invited Mr. Chapman to join
us for dinner.
"Rita told us you have been looking after her all week
while we were at meetings. Thank you for that," dad
said, toasting with his wine glass.
"Oh you're welcome. The pleasure was all mine!" Mr.
Chapman exclaimed, toasting back.
And he really meant it.
More stories to come...
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The author does not condone child abuse, this story is
meant as an erotic fantasy not depicting anything in
real life. Anyone acting out such scenarios in "real
life" can look forward to many unproductive years
getting it up the butt by a fellow convict in their
local prison system.
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