Riviera Rita

My name is Rita. At the time of this story I was thirteen 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 C-Cup breasts.

In the summer my parents 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 in 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 metallic blue, with a tiny bikini bottom. The bra barely covered all of my 34C breasts. I was thirteen, 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 thirteen 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. Not many of the teens went topless, even in France. My almost waist long blond hair blew in the wind.

When I was about a mile away from where I started, I heard a voice call out. "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, it front of my former teacher, 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 I hadn't ever noticed 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 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 a drink."

As I followed him in, he closed the flap behind us. Inside was 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 underaged 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 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.

He pulled his mouth way from mine, went down and put it on my right breast, squeezing my left with his hand. My C-Cup breasts never felt so good as my nipples expanded in pleasure.

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 thirteen 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 thirteen 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 rubbed it into my breasts, like lotion. 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.

***

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 thirteen 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 thirteen year old body. As I said, my breasts were a nice 34C, 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. His penis was sticking straight out and had to be at least ten inches long.

I wanted him to take me right then, but he had something else in mind. He laid me down and 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 minutes to calm down, and when I did, he was beside me, with his ten inch penis, resting on my thigh. I scooted down, and popped it 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 thirteen 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.

Then 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 thirteen. 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 ten 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 at 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 ten 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 cuming, 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 cuming, and then resumed pumping while he was still hard.

I had two more orgasms, and then his penis finally got soft.

When it slipped out, a cup of semen leaked onto the chaise.

We lay together, in each others arms, for the rest of the day. It was exciting, having my naked thirteen 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 have sex 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, one of the few thirteen year olds this way. I loved the attention!

We continued our sexual romps, the rest of the week. Mr. Chapman had my thirteen year old body, every way possible. I even got to taste his semen, several times.

On Friday afternoon, walking on the beach, spent and 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...

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