St Tropez - Sex Stories

St Tropez

She planned the trip carefully. Everyone took different paths that diverged and rejoined. Now they were alone in a Mediterranean hotel. She showed him the bidet and explained that she loved the wonderful clean feeling it gave a woman. He had reached that age she explained and this country had repealed all the archaic morality codes in the time of Napoleon. People were free to sexually engage anyone when the were at the age of consent. Here a teen could have sex with anyone of any gender or relation... His hormones peaked in an adolescent burst. He had already realized she knew all about his frequent ejaculations. Now she emphatically said it was absolutely ok for him to do anything he wanted to do, specifically with her...including joining her ... She was afraid to ask him because Dad suspected from her subtle acceptance when he flashed his dick to his sister at night. She and Dad knew his urges were strong but now Dad suspected her sexual interest too...still despite her fear of discovery she quietly outlined her unspoken desires. ...He could explore his urges any way he liked. She wore a transparent turquoise nightie with slightly opaque panties. He felt a strange tingling of arousal from her words. Late that night she listened and watched from her bed waiting for his unleashed tension from a day of pondering and imagining previously unthinkable actions. He got up to urinate and brought bactoilet paper to contain his fluids, then slowly and quietly he stroked himself ...

... hard and hung on the brink of squirting while he imagined different partners and situations. Her his mother or sisters with their teasing and taunting bodies. Girls at school with the ripest bodies. The glands tingled and released hard, throbbing contractions let loose the load of seed in hard spurts and his breathing revealed his state with quiet gasps. Her finger kept grazing her wet pussy and she joined his secret ecstasy from across the room. The after some minutes she got up and walked to the toilet but returned to his side of the suite. Standing over his bed she put her hand to her waist and slowly resumed her fingering and tickling that led straight to her clit. He lay transfixed i as his hormones recharged his emptied balls. She quietly went back to bed and listened while he fired another load into the encrusted wad of tissue paper. The next night she talked to him about more intimate matters, this time about her birth control. Taking the pill meant she could have sex at any time with no worries about pregnancy. Of course there was normally some chance of pregnancy she said, but the risk was small. Then she seemed to digress into a discussion of inbreeding. While the chance of hereditary defect existed she was not afraid to have his child if they had an accidental pregnancy. Then the mentioned that she had skipped taking the pill for two days which would probably cause her to ovulate. She stuttered muttering that, she could hardly believe what she just said. Then she ...