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When I was younger I used to spend my summer holidays in south of France with my mom and my little brother who was around 6 at that time. We used to stay at Port Leucate not far form the beach, in a apartment.

When I recall that time, I see him moving over me with his hairy muscular sharp torso and his hard dick in between my legs. He made me breathless and whimper as he came deeper and deeper into me, stretching my pussy. He was far more older than me; It did not bother me though. Moreover, I was pleased he accept to fuck me that time when I knocked at his door and asked him to do so.

He was my neighbor for the 3 weeks we stayed in the area. I met him at the beginning of my vacation over there under particular circumstances.

I used to hang out with a couple of friends over there who had bad reputation in the area. However, at that time, I pinched for their leader called Heinrich (alias name). Soon, I was hanging out with him. He would kiss me and even grope my breast and my ass far from prying eyes.

The team had bad reputation as they were known to disturb neighborhood and impose their law in the area. Some people would tell to my mom that their were known for stealing people on the beach. My mom was not very happy that I hang out with them, but she had enough worries taking care of my little brother and her last break with his boyfriend. So, she was not very attentive and would let me do.

3 days after my arrival, the team would ask me to pass a test to integrate their group. Heinrich encouraged me and that’s how I got on the beach sneaking in-between towels and beach umbrella, ransack bags and stuff of people who let their place without oversight. But, I felt not comfortable doing that and ashamed…I was giving up when I noticed a towel apart, a bit distant from the others. As there was nobody, I moved towards it and decided to grasp whatever I could found. I did so, plunged my hand into the bag, it stumbled over a big object and catched it. I started to run away when I heard a voice behind me…I run faster and disappeared.

A couple of minutes later, when safe hiding in a small alley, I looked at my catch. It was a big camera looking like professional. i felt terribly uncomfortable thinking about the loss of the person I robbed.

Later, I met the team and, Heinrich kissed me straight on my lips while groping my ass. He was so proud of me; I gave him the camera.

A couple of days later my mom would ask me to help one of our neighbour who was living on the 2nd floor of the building next to us as he hurt his ankle. I went down and knocked at the door; a tall and lean man around fifty opened the door. He gave me some money and asked me to do some shopping for him. I left, took my bicycle and, around 30 minutes later I came back. I knocked at the door and heard a voice asking me to come in. I entered. the apartment was cosy and clean. He was reading a book. I let the bag on the table in front of him and gave back the rest of the money. He was looking at me insistently and said: “I know what you did!”. I freezed. He continued and told me that I’d better to give him back his camera before he call … looked at my feet ashamed and told him I would give him back. I left.

In the afternoon, I met Heinrich and his team as we used to do everyday. I told him about my misadventure and asked him to give me back the camera. He looked at me as if I were an idiot, and laughed at me! After a while he told me he couldn’t give it back to me as he sold it already to an acquaintance. I insisted again and again…I bothered him too much; he kick me away. I was desperate.

The next day, I did some shopping for the guy with the injured ankle. I call him Francis.

I explained him that I couldn’t give him back his camera and proposed him my savings. He laughed at me and told me that I had no idea how much expensive is a professional camera. He gave me one more day to give him back his camera.

The next day as I was walking towards the bakery, I felt strange. It was like people were staring at me. When arrived at the bakery, i found on the counter some flyers telling that some young people were stealing on the beach. The flyer showed a silhouette which looked like closely to me. I was frightened. I run towards Francis place, knocked on his door urgently, he opened and I entered. I pleaded him to remove the flyers. He gave his hand and told me to give his camera back. Tears started to run down my cheeks…

Francis step back and sat down on a chair in his living room and handed me an handkerchief. I dried out my tears as I continued to sob. Francis handed me some money and asked me to buy some bread for his breakfast. I left.

Ten minutes later I came back. Francis invited me to share his breakfast. I sat down on his left side. When we finished it, I removed the dishes. While I was moving towards him, Francis told me I might help him with something to compensate his lost camera…Impatient I questioned him and told him I will do whatever I could to compensate his lost. He looked at me and asked me to step back. I did. Then, he asked me to remove my shirt…I…I said pardon me?! Francis answered you heard me…He stared at me…I freezed…he ordered again and added: you want to compensate my lost, here’s your chance!

I didn’t move…I didn’t breathe either…I was nervous…I didn’t know what to do…

After a 10 minutes, may be less (time seemed to freeze too), I removed my shirt …Francis was still staring at me…

Then, softly he asked me to remove my skirt…

I did…I was so embarrassed…

Francis let me that way…half nude… in the middle of the living room…and after long minutes he asked me to remove my brace…

I did it too.

Francis stood up, picked up his glass and moved towards the kitchen, poured water in it and moved back in front of me. He stared at me from above me. He moved his hand along my face and raised my head. I looked at him, trying to catch what will come next…

He moved then his hand along my shoulders till my nipples and fondled them. my whole body changed to stone. His hand continued moving down and stopped by my belly, my waist and slit in-between my legs and started to rub my cunt. Then, Francis stopped suddenly, and sit back on his chair…still staring at me.

After a while, Francis told me to get dressed … and added that if I want him to forget about his lost camera I should come back the afternoon.

I left and knew what was waiting for me in the afternoon…

I didn’t came back to his place in the afternoon…I was scared and stayed the whole afternoon at the apartment. My mum would asked me several times if I was fine. I answered her dizzy. I didn’t leave the apartment the whole day. The next morning, my mum asked me to get some bread for the breakfast. While I was walking towards the bakery, I met Francis. He whispered: “Remember Jasminah…my offer won’t last forever…”. I run away. When I arrived at the bakery, I noticed a flyer on the desk; it was written down: “Beware on the beach! A group of teens are stealing around!”. The flyer showed small headshot. One was strangely similar to my face! I got back rapidly at the apartment and stared at the horizon till noon. I didn’t eat much. Early in the afternoon, I left the apartment with my towel for the beach and my pareo pretending I was going to the beach with my friends. I moved down the apartment and went in front of Francis’ apartment. I took a deep breath and knocked at the door. He asked me to enter. Francis was sitting on his couch with a newspaper. He didn’t deign to look at me and asked : “Are you ready to compensate my lost?”

I answered and said shyly and scared: “yes”

Francis looked up at me, stared at me and after a while asked to move toward the table…i did.

Francis stood up and moved behind me, then ordered me to remove my bikini panties…I did. My heart bit stronger and stronger,

Francis ordered me to bend over the table… I…I did…He disgusted me…I thought it can’t be! I can’t have him into me! i sobbed…

“Shut up!”, Francis said. “Shut you mouth up, lil girl! It’s time to assume what you did to me…to compensate your lost! So, Shut up!“. I pinched my lips; tears flowed down my cheeks!

I heard the sound of his belt as he undid it, the zipper of his pants and the fall of his pants on his ankles. He spread my pareo’s folds; I felt something hard rubbing the furrow of my cunt, then my clit. Francis rubbed it for a while …my clit was hard, my pussy dry …it hurt…I grit one’s teeth. He did me this way till my vagina would eventually let a viscous juice trickle along the folds of my cunt…I was ashamed…I wasn’t excited…I didn’t understood my body’s betrayal.

Francis didn’t warn me when he forced his cock into my vagina…I screamed! He moved his hand on my mouth and ordered me to shut up and added I should handled it in silence! …I did…the pain was unbearable; I couldn’t contain whimpers as he moved deeper and deeper into my vagina. His cock was fat and long; It stretch my cunt each time he was moving forth and back. His strong arms maintained me downward on the table, clutched on my hips. His assaults were endless; I felt his sweat flowed from his chest and running in between my ass and the bottom of his belly and continuing along his legs…disgusting! He was like a bull returning the ground in the fields: he completely destroyed my vagina…his dick was getting thicker and thicker until it burst into me…delivering his hot juice, feeding my innocence. His cum would flowed from the gaping hole cause by his drill at the bottom of my belly…

Francis ordered me to get dressed while he sat down on his couch…I did. It was still painful; I could barely staying up. Then, he told me bye accompanied with “See you tomorrow afternoon!” I freezed, I looked at him with interrogation…and finally said: “Isn’t it enough?” Francis answered with a “No” and arguments that his camera was expensive…so, I had to pay it back till he would told me to stop…

I left.

The next days, I would visit him every afternoon…and everytime Francis fucked me from behind on that table, the same hard way. At the end of the first week, I was his damn thing. His bitch. On sunday, Francis changed the rules: he would fuck me on the wicker chair nearby the window so that I could contemplate the horizon of my lil bitch’s future as he said. I moved there, knees on the seat and the torso lying on the headrest with my head over my arms. Just below the window was my boyfriend with his band. They were talking. They would probably wondering what happened to me since I hadn’t seen them for a while. But, something was strange…they seemed not worried about not seeing me…obviously something … a girl approached, she looks happy, they turned back and she jumped in Heinrich’s arms…they…they kissed languidly!!! OMG! Wake up Jasmina! What the hell! will you finally wake up! You are getting FUCKED HARD by an old perverted man who obviously enjoys fucking lil … while your boyfriend already replaced you by another girl, regardless of your fate! WAKE UP Jasmina! Tears flowed over my cheeks.

While bouncing agains my ass, Fransis spoke up and said: “Don’t you think you re stupid, lil girl! You’re here, each afternoon, already since 5 days, getting your pussy pounded like the bitch you are and your boyfriend and friends don’t really care about you. Finally, you’re the only one to support the harm you did to me!…You should have gave them… you wouldn’t be supporting this theft alone! That’s too late now…you’re my lil slut for now and for the rest of your vacation! You will never forget about our sex session!”

Francis kept moving into me stronger and stronger…Finally jerked into me. I put my bikini back, got out, walked down to the beach where I took a bath into the sea to wash my cunt.

I cam back to the apartment, wouldn’t say Hi to my mom…who besides wouldn’t mind as she was on her cell phone with her boyfriend and locked into the bathroom where I got a long lasting shower to wash my body and my mind. When I finally got out, I told my mom I was tired wasn’t very hungry and moved into my bed. After hours twiddling in my bed, I finally fell asleep. I made a nightmare…the new girlfriend of Heinrich was fucking me hard from behind while he and his band were laughing at me and Francis was pawing the tits of that girl. I woke up suddenly, I was soaked and shivering.

Day six

I knocked on his door like each day for a week now. Francis opened the door, grabbed my arm and got me in. He looked upset. He turned me back so that I faced the wall, moved his hand under my skirt, pulled down my panties, spread my legs and…pressed in with force his cudgel into my pussy…I let a cry out of my throat… Francis spanked my ass and told me : “Shut up whore!” Are you not used to that now? …that means I’haven’t trained you enough! He unbuttoned my shirt, moved his right hand under my bra, grabbed my nipple and groped it while the other hand grabbed my shoulder. As he pushed his beast into me he moved his hand on my mouth and told me : I don’t want to hear complaints bitch! Then, he seized my hair and pulled it in a way it made me dogged my back, moving my ass towards his hips. Francis forced his cock harder into my vagina, scrubbing his stick along my lips and the walls of my vagina. I was wailing, tears flowed along my cheeks…then, suddenly, Francis withdrawal his cock from me, maintained me in that position, and jizzed his juice into my panties…he stepped back, ordered me to get dressed…his sticky warm juice wet my bottom. Francis disappeared into the kitchen and came back, he grabbed my hand and gave me money and ordered me go buy some bread, opened the door and pushed me out. I was shocked!

After a few minutes, I regained my senses, and walked down the alley toward the supermarket. When I got there, my panties was soaked and Francis’ juice started to stream along the inner side of my thighs. A dog on a leash drew near and started to sniff my legs, moving towards under my skirt. His master had to hold it back and while apologizing the man looked at me weirdly. My skirt was short…I’m pretty sure people noticed the stream flowing down on the inner side of my tights…it was so embarrassing.

I brought Francis back his bread and moved back in the bathroom of our apartment to wash the bottom of my stomach.

Day seven

It was the beginning of the afternoon when Francis let me in. He gave me a towel, shaving cream and a razor. As I looked at him perplexed, he told me : “Well, don’t you know what it is for? Shave it! while pointing fingers towards my pussy. He pushed me in the bathroom and stayed there. After a while, as I didn’t move, Francis added: “Undress and shave it! I did undressed ; my heart beaten strongly. I spread out shaving cream on my shy and sparse pussy, and tried to shave it. I was clumsy, didn’t know really how to do it; my hand shaked. Francis sighed, moved toward me, took the razor. He ordered me to sit over the tub and spread my legs, what I did. I was nervous. He moved the razor over my skin; the blade slid over my Venus’ mount, along my lips, down my cunt. Then, he took the shower head and rinsed it. While moving out of the bathroom, he ordered me to take a shower and gave me a bathrobe.

I moved out of the bathroom, dressed with the bathrobe.

Francis was on the sofa reading his newspaper. He stand up, took gently my arm and got me sat down on the sofa. He knelt down in front of me, moved his hand under my bathrobe and fondled my cunt. He exclaimed: “That’s smooth! How do you feel?” I didn’t answer.

Francis grabbed my ankles and feld up my legs against me. He moved in between my tights and started to lick my furrow. His tongue moved along my lips, slid into my slot, rid up along my little lips, tickled my little button. He pressed his entire tongue against my vagina…as my heart bit stronger and faster, my body got warmer and warmer. I thrilled under each of his onslaught, hot flush moved up my chest to my cheek which got red after a while…Francis knew how to please my body…to my shame I can tell I enjoyed that moment…it was so sensual after all the mistreatment he inflicted me…he made me moaned with pleasure… I felt my body of woman.

I don’t know how long it last…but after a while he stopped; …I wished he continued to play with me that way. It was so delicious.

Francis ordered me to get dressed; I did. Then, he told me I paid all my due and that I was free now; I didn’t need anymore to come over his apartment. He asked me to move out; I did.

Hésitent, I moved back to the apartment. When I entered, my mom would ask me why my cheeks were red…I flushed and fled into my room. I lied over my bed, eyes closed…remembering Francis ‘tongue along my pussy…I can’t tell why I was thinking that way about him. He abuse me after all…but that last session was unbelievable…I had never felt my body that way before…I wanted more… and is amazing as it can be I desire Francis’cock again inside my vagina…like if something was now missing and that my body claim for it now!

I did’t move from my room an entire day not knowing how to behave, what to do…I wanted really strongly to knock on his door and enter in his lair to be come again his thing. I strongly wanted him to fuck me deep and savagely.

When the dark came, I decided to get out of my room and moved towards Francis’apartment. i knocked at his door. As he opened it, I entered, moved towards his bedroom, got undressed…and completely naked I lied on his bed, legs spread… and told him…Fuck your lil bitch!

Francis got undressed and moved in between my legs, lick my pussy and fingered my little button. He sucked my clitoris, moved his tongue along my lips til my vagina and entered into it. I shivered…I was completely relaxed…my pussy was wet and ready for a big dong. Francis noticed and moved over me, kissing my nipples then my neck. He took my left hand and moved it around his thick dick…I couldn’t hardly join my thumb and index. I moved the beaste front of my vagina. He looked at me for a while and …suddenly pushed it deep into my vagina. I groaned…I hardly breathed as he went deeper and deeper… I grabbed his back. When his whole cock was inside me, he stopped and stared at me…then kissed me languidly. He moved his hands under me and grabbed my lil ass and moved back and forth into me, gently, listening attentively my breathe, my sighs and my moans. He would did me till I moaned loudly and finally jerked into me. He stayed over me, his dick inside my vagina for a while; he made me love…and I enjoyed it.

Everyday, we would make love lil the end of my vacations.

I’ll meet him again later …during others vacations…but that’s another story.