Date: Fri, 11 May 2018 21:53:57 -0400 (EDT) From: E MOSER Subject: Francois: Cindy, the California Concubine #27 Francois: Young Friends & High School: Cindy the California Concubine # 27 Author's note. These stories are a development from the stories by rwxxx13 with the group title "Study bg3-17." He has approved my continuation with his characters as individuals. Cindy the California Concubine by Larry Marian It was a dark and stormy night. Actually it started out as a pleasant evening in one of the study rooms in the university library where François David M'urk worked with his project partner Cindy Wilson on their sociology project. Cindy was another sophomore taking the Soch 202 intro course and they had selected race relations. Cindy was a California native, born and raised in Orange County of conservative parents. She was 5'4", thin, with shoulder length blond hair and probably about a 34A bust. Early on she got stuck with "Cindy Lou Whoo" as a nickname. François was from Cameroon, in West Africa, a prince of his tribe, who stood 6'2" in his ebony skin. His hair was cropped short and he wore jeans and a t-shirt. Having lived in the US for several years, his English was perfect, as was his French and his own tribal language. At ten the two were about finished and Cindy looked out the window at the driving rain. The rain started as a thunder storm soon after they had entered and then, strangely for the Bay Area, turned to a steady hard rain. "Damn," she said, very unlike Cindy Lou Whoo, "I'm going to be drenched getting to my bus stop." "Look, I have my coat. I'll go get my car, come to the front door. I have an umbrella in my car. I'll come to the door with it and drive you home. How does that sound?" "That's nice of you, François. I'd appreciate it. In fact, I have a couple of beers a friend gave me. We can have them if you like." "Sounds good. Here, let me call by apartment mates." He got out his smart phone and got the number. "Hey, Monique. I'm running late, but I'm taking my project partner back to the apartment and have a beer. You and Simone don't wait up for me. Okay. Night," `You have a couple of girls living in your apartment with you?" "Technically, I'm their guardian. They are both also from Cameroon and going to St. Joan's School. They're both juniors." "Weird, but okay." François put his coat on and headed for the study room door. "Wait at the front door. Should be less than five minutes. With that he was out, through the library, out the door into the rain. He hunched his shoulders and hurried to the ancient MGB, unlocked it, got in and started it to hurry to the front door. He pulled up and saw Cindy standing inside the door. He got the umbrella from the back and opened the door and then it before rushing back to the library door. Cindy opened the door and ducked under the umbrella, putting her arm around his waist to be as far under the umbrella as possible. They dashed back to the MG where he escorted her to the passenger side and opened the door. She slid in and he quickly closed that door,m scooted around to the driver's side and got in, closed the door and started the engine "You're going to have to direct me," he said. "I need a new GPS." "No problem," she said. "It's not that far." She did and in fifteen minutes they were in the back parking lot of an older apartment building. She led him upstairs and unlocked the door. He glanced around at the small room, which seemed to have one room, a small bath, and a kitchenette. There was a couch, a small dining table, and a big wooden area in the wall. "It's small but cheap. Yeah, a Murphy bed. I have to pull it down every night and put it up in the morning. So, want that beer?" "Sure." "Let me use the bathroom first," she said and he nodded. Minutes later Cindy went to the dorm sized fridge and got out two cans of light beer which they proceeded to drink while they chatted. After about twenty minutes Cindy got out and looked out the window. "Look, François, it's coming down harder. I'm not sure I want you driving very far in this weather. There is this couch, after all. " She came back and sat down close to him. He looked at her, smiled and put his arm around her. "That's nice of you. I think the girls have gone to bed. I don't want to call and wake one for no reason." She gave out a giggle. "What my reactionary parents would think. Here I have an African-American in my apartment, on my couch, with his arm around me. What next? Will he rape me?" François laughed. "Well, first of all, I'm African, not African-American. Second, I have to confess that I'm a cannibalistic serial rapist who watches SILENCE OF THE LAMBS while I dine on the liver of my latest victim while drinking a very nice Chianti." Cindy laughed at that as she looked at him. "I don't want to be raped," she said quietly with a grin. "How about we just start with a kiss?" he suggested. "Let's," she said and put her arms around his neck. They kissed. First a short peck, then a longer one as she robbed with her tongue to his surprise. Then another. A third and his hand found her small breast and felt an erect nipple and no bra. She broke the kiss. "Could you pull down the bed?" she asked. "You sure?" he asked even as he felt his hard dick wanting its freedom as his fingers worked her nipple under the top. "I think so. I ...I don't have a lot of experience." "Okay," he said, then put his hands on the bottom of her top and gently pulled it up and off. "Beautiful," he said as he got up and pulled down the bed and guided it to the floor. She stood up and he pulled off his t-shirt. They came together and hugged and kissed fiercely, his hands rubbing her butt as she rubbed against his hard cock. "Sure?" "Yes...yes." With that he picked her up and placed her in the middle of the bed and lay down beside her. They began to kiss again and then he moved to her breasts and nipples and his hand slid between her thighs, which she parted to allow him entrance. "Are you going to eat something before my liver?" "I sure would like to. Lots of lights." " Overhead switch is by the door. You can turn on the light over the sink." He got up, went to the door, turned off the overhead and then stumbled to the sink and found the switch for that light and turned it on. When he turned back to the bed, he saw that Cindy had taken off her jeans, so was dressed in nothing but some white cotton panties. "You are beautiful," he said, as he took off his jeans, leaving his tented boxers on. With that François knelt on the foot of the bed, gently took her knees and moved her legs apart and then leaned forward to bring his face down to her covered pussy and begin to kiss it through the cloth. At once she let out a moan. His hands found the waistband of the panties and he tugged them down as she raised up and the slid down to her knees. Her right leg came up and kicked the small garment off. He could see in the dim light that her pubic hair was natural or barely trimmed at all. He moved his mouth back to her now exposed pussy, gently spread her vertical lips and began to run his tongue up and down her crack. She moaned again. Two minutes later he heard, "François, I'm cumming. You're making me cum! Oh, God!!" He raised his head. "Glad you liked it. And I have to say you are delicious even without the Chianti." "Give me a minute. Lie down, François. Like I told you. I don't have much experience with this. You seem to." "I know I'm going to enjoy it." Cindy scooted around as François lay down on his back. She took hold of his boxers and pulled them down. "Oh my God! I've never seen one this big. You're a horse, François. That's a fucking telephone pole." `You'd be surprised. A girl smaller than you took it all the way to my balls. But don't hurt yourself, please. Take your time." The first tentative licks felt good, then the kisses, then the trip down his eight inch shaft to his balls, then her playing with them until she went back up to his bulbous head. "Well, here goes," she whispered. "You're already doing great, Cindy. Great." Her lips circled the cock head as she slowly drew more and more cock into her mouth before she began to go up and down on it. "Nice, Cindy. Nice. Oh yes. See how much you've taken. Oh, yes. I'm gonna cum soon. I can feel it.. I'll warn you, Cindy." She raised her head just clear of the slit and said, "That's okay. I want you to do it in my mouth. I'll swallow." Then she was back on it and bobbing fast bringing him closer. "Last chance to get off," he breathed. "OH!! YES CINDY!! YES!!" as he came. And came. Finally he stopped. "Lord that was good. You're really good, Cindy," as he took her and pulled her up on him to kiss her hard. "I can taste my cum in your mouth," she whispered between kisses. "I can taste your pussy juices in mine," he said. His hand found his hard again cock and the entrance to her tunnel of love. He began to insert it. "Cindy, don't worry if you aren't on the pill. I have a sort of experimental injection I get every two years. I have sperm, but as soon as it leaves my body, they die. I won't get you pregnant. "Good. I'm not on the pill. But I don't want to get pregnant." He pushed his dick deeper into her. "Oh, That feels good, she said as she rose a bit and began to pump up and down on his cock. "I think I'm gonna cum again. Oh YESSSS!!! I did. OH!! Umm!!" François' hips began to move in synch with her. "I'm getting close, Cindy. OH, YESS!!" "OH GOD !! Again!! I'm cumming again!!" Three more hard thrusts by both of them and they collapsed together for a minute until she rolled off him. "I have to sleep," she said. "I'm tired too. Covers?" "Get under them. I'll turn off the light. I know where it is," and she laughed. She got back under the covers with the lights off. He touched her still damp pussy. "In the morning, okay, François?" "Sure," he said. My first class is a ten o'clock." "Mine's an eleven." It didn't really take François long to drift to sleep but Cindy was already gently snoring before he slept. It was morning when they both awoke, almost at the same time - early morning, just after dawn. They made love again, this time the time honored missionary and then Cindy gave him another blow job and it still wasn't seven. As they rested, lying looking at each other and gently stroking the other, Cindy his lips and François her small breasts and erect nipples. "This may sound strange Cindy, but what kind of a lease do you have?" "It's a student one, Month by month." "So the end of the month you can just walk away?" "Yes. Why? You suggesting I move in with you?" "Sort of. Now look, you're a white girl from Orange County with conservative parents. I'm a real African. This may shock you, but I have to tell you the truth first." "Okay, I'm beginning to think my pussy wasn't good enough and you're going to have my liver for lunch." François laughed. "This may sound strange to you. Hell, it's going to sound strange to you. These are customs of my tribe and several tribes around ours. It goes back a couple hundred years. The two girls are officially my wards, but they are really my second and third concubines. My first lives on the east coast and she in fact is the counselor for my intended first wife who as of now is too young to marry me. Officially she's a virgin, but she's not. " "Well, this does sound like a sock project." "They wouldn't believe it. Here's what I'm suggesting. First, you are a wonderful person both to talk to and to make love to. Second, and pardon me for saying this, but this is a dump!" "Better than the dorm and more than I can afford." "I'm sure. Here's what I suggest. First I'm going to call Paige when she's out of class and tell her and ask her advice and opinion. Next, I'll take you to our apartment and introduce you to Simone and Monique. Now, Paige is a blond just like you and maybe a bit shorter. Simone is also African, but mixed race and could almost pass for white, while Monique is pure African and is only three or four inches shorter than I am." "So you suggest I join your harem?" "We don't use that term at all. We've Americanized it a lot. We are a family, we think. We don't have an orgy. We've set up a schedule which can be changed for various reasons. It gets dicey when we either go to where Paige lives or she comes here, which has been only once, and we work things out." "You mean so I'd sleep with you on Wednesday and Saturday like?" "Sort of. But here's the deal. I'm too much for Simone and Monique. They'll tell you that. I only see Paige a few times a year. " "That's interesting. My parents would croak! `Hi, Mom and Dad. This is my new boy friend François. I'm glad to tell you that I'm his number four concubine! " François laughed. "Well, you'e not shoving me out of bed. He reached for her. "Let's see if you'll let me kiss you." "Much more than that dear François." Her hand ran along his cock which sprang to attention. "So tell me. How many times a day have you made love?" "With Simone and Monique no more than ten each in a 24 hour day. That's not in the same day. For Paige. Well, it was a special day which we had for ourselves alone. Sixty times we seem to remember." "Good God! I've already exceed the most I ever in a single day!" She rolled on her stomach and got up on her knees. "You can lick me, please. And then - well, bow wow!" "Arf arf," François replied as he got between her legs and began to lick. Two hour later, showered - it was a tight squeeze for the two of them - and dressed for classes, they grabbed a breakfast sandwich and coffee each and then he drove the MG to the campus where they agreed to meet after their last class which was a one o'clock for François. Then he drove Cindy to the apartment and showed her the three bedrooms, his with a king size and the other two with two standard beds apiece, but one of them had the beds pushed together. "Okay. Paige is out of class. Let me call her. Sit down next to me and put your arm around me. " He hit Paige's speed dial. "Hello," came a little girl's voice. " "JM. It's Uncle François. Where's Mommy?" "Computer. Mommy. Unca Francis." "I'm going to put this on speaker phone in a minute." "François, love!! How are you?" "I'm fine, dear. But I have a request. I'd like to put this on speaker phone, okay?" "You don't have witnesses to hear me say you're breaking up with me and joining a Buddhist monastery are you?" "No. Worse than that." "Okay. Blast away." "Last night I was working with my partner for a soch project in the library and it started raining like it was the monsoons. So I gave her a ride to her apartment. She invited me in for a beer and I took her up on it. So, Paige, say hi to Cindy and Cindy, say hi to Paige." "Er, hi Paige. How are you?" "I'm fine, Cindy. Are you a Whoo? I guess you're older than two." "Oh, boy. You have a sense of humor like François." "Thanks. So what's happening, François. Something tells me you told the girls to go to bed and you spent the night there." "Yes. You always show your brilliance. Here's the thing, She's living in a dump. The whole place is probably two inches bigger than the closet at Mason's. I haven't asked her the rent, but I know it's more than she can afford. She can walk out at the end of the month. That's two weeks from now." "And you want her to move in with you three." "Only if you approve from where you are and Simone and Monique think she's okay for all of us. I think she will be. I mean, it wasn't just last night - she's been nice in class and the other times we've worked on this project - which just happens to be on race relations." "I don't want to be a home wrecker, Paige," Cindy said. Paige laughed. "Oh, you won't be. We have a very free relationship, believe me. We don't believe people can own each other. Just for your information, cause I'm sure old Ebony Lord hasn't told you, but he and my fiancé Mason are best buds and his number two, Simone, grabs him and carries him away to her cave whenever they visit." "Oh." "Well, François, now's the time to break it to you gently. Both of them have asked me to come out to California as soon as school is over and give them some relief. You know how they like you. But you're getting more than they can handle. "That's something for you to think about, Cindy. The boy can be insatiable. " "He's already told me about the sixty times in one day." "Okay. You have my tentative approval. But I will talk to Simone and Monique, In any event, I wish you the best. Oh. Mason. Come and say hi to François. And let Surprise say hi." "Hi to François. You okay, guy? Here's Surprise." "Hi Unca Francis. I miss you. Where my aunts?" "They're just getting out of school now, Surprise. How's FM and Sammie?" "They good Unca Francis. We played nice together yesterday. Even JM." "Okay, reporter Surprise. A little sibling rivalry. Okay, dear one. Let me know how you think it comes out. In the mean time, I love you and miss you." "Same here." "And tell Simone I can't wait to see her. Kiss her for me." "Of course, Mason. She says that every other one is a proxy from you. Bye Paige, dear." "Bye, François. Nice talking to you, Cindy. I guess we may be meeting in June. " "Bye, Paige. Thanks for the kind words." He shut down the phone. "Well, what do you think?" "Well she sure sounds nice on the phone. But what about these kids? Are they parents?" "Uh. I can't say much about this. In all honesty this is an experiment and I can tell you that it's top secret. There are a bunch of teens running around with a top secret clearance, not to mention a foreign national - that's me. Now, there's this thing called `need to know' and the only thing we have a need to know is this experiment. But yes, Paige is the biological mother of the twins and I am the father of the boy names François Mason, mostly called FM. "But Paige also has the Medal of Valor she received for breaking up a child porn ring back when she was 13, I think. Maybe 12. And The Queen's Commendation for Bravery from the UK for the arrest of a very dangerous pedophile. She's also a tae kwon do black belt who once tossed a high school varsity linesman over her shoulder." "Wow. And you say she's shorter than I am?" "Uh huh. "So when do the girls get here?" "In about 45 minutes." "Just in case, would you show me the bedroom with the king size bed in it?" François answered her by scooping her up into his arms and carrying her into the master bedroom and gently placing her on it. She reached over and began to open his pants. Some thirty minutes later they lay on the bed. "I think we need to get dressed," he said. "We're mostly nude around here, but I don't think they want to walk in on us nude." "That might be interesting, But I agree." Cindy rolled over and got off the bed. "I hope they like me. I think I might like it here." The two dressed quickly and were walking out of the master bed, Cindy in front with the apartment door opened and Monique walked in, looking a bit out of place with her deep black ebony skin, six foot tall body, a pair of red shorts and a pull over with a restaurant ad on it, her book bag over her shoulder. Behind her came Simone in jeans and a plain white blouse with a gold colored necklace, looking like she'd taken a dark tan already. "Wooh! " Monique said. "Visitor?" "Let's sit down and talk a bit," François said. "How much homework?" "Not much. But the French teacher got mad at me and tried to correct my pronunciation," Simone said. "Mine, too, You know, François, we call him Louis XVI, don't you? Cause he's a little short, " Monique quipped, "I'll take your word for it. Let's make this quick so we can all start our home work before we have to do dinner. Simone, Monique, this is Cindy, my study mate in sociology 201. Cindy, let me be honest, Simone is my number two concubine and Monique is number three. That said, they are Simone and Monique." "And we are blessed to have François be the one we call his concubines," Simone said simply. "That's for sure," Monique said. And to have Paige as number one." "Okay. Living room, Sit and talk," François said. Simone and Monique each grabbed the two easy chairs, leaving the couch for François and Cindy. "Okay. I drove Cindy back to her apartment to keep her out of the rain last night. One thing led to another." "Pretty obvious, François. Does Paige know?" Simone asked, "Of course she knows. Anyway, and I've said this to her before. She lives in a student apartment - a dump if you will. She can leave at the end of the month. I'd like her to join us. " He grinned. "Paige mentioned that I've been a bit too demanding. I'm not sure Cindy would obtain the same rank, but I think she's ready to move in here and help. My question - what do you two think." "Lord," Simone began. "Oh, cut that, Simone! You see MaMa or PaPa around? " "Just testing you. Okay. Monique and I want to take Cindy into our room and talk to her for a few minutes. You go and start dinner. The chicken's been in the marinade since this morning. The sprouts are ready to be steamed. Your choice between pasta or rice. Oh, the grill is out on the balcony and ready to be lighted. "Cindy, let us take you to the Hen House." The three girls left the living room and went into the bedroom with the two separated beds and closed the door. François got up and began to prepare dinner, first lighting the fire of the grill on the balcony. Dinner was about ten minutes from being ready with François in complete control when the door to the girls' bedroom opened with Simone in front, Monique behind, and Cindy trailing. Simone and Monique both wore their leather skirts, Simone with the green gem and Monique with the white one, their gold collar, and woven grass sandals. Cindy wore her tennis shoes and nothing else. "My Lord, in the absence of Paige, First Concubine, may I present a willing candidate to be your Fourth Concubine? "And she has a name?' "Yes, Lord. She begs to continued to be known as Cindy. May she advance?" "Cindy, please come to me. And MaMa is not here. Don't call me lord! " She walked up to him. "I'm a theater minor. I'm cool." The other three laughed. "Okay. Simone and I agree that she may spend the night here. Fine with us. May she enjoy." "Oh, I think I will. But can I have at least a towel to wrap around my butt?" "Nope," François said as he pulled off his shirt. "We're getting neked," and laughed. "But, we have to call Paige and tell her. Look. I'll dial her number and give the phone to you. You just say, `First Concubine, François has accepted me to be his Fourth. Will you also accept me as his Fourth?' If you don't do it that way exactly, it's not like messing up the Star Spangled Banner. Okay?" With that he finished getting undressed to display a half hard cock then made the call and handed the phone to Cindy. She took the phone. "Paige? Yes, Cindy. Uh, First Concubine, François says I'm his Fourth. That okay with you?" The phone was not on speaker so the other three didn't hear what Paige said. "Oh, Paige. I really think I'm gonna like you a lot." There was a pause. "Nope, we're not. That's a record. And I don't even know where I'm going to sleep tonight." Simone and Monique both yelled towards the phone "With François! " "Supper's ready," François said. "Let's eat. And welcome Cindy as the white stone concubine. By the way, it will be an opal. " Dear Reader, When I started "After the Experiment" I did not plan to have more than between three to five more stories. Like Topsy, this has grown. With growth came a few errors. For example, we have the line from the Teen Swim Party "... ranging from a bald, flat 11 year old..." when the invitation clearly states that the mandated ages are 12 to 17 so this line should read "... ranging from a bald, flat one who looked 11 . . ." Feel free to point out other errors. If I were to ever find a paper publisher, such errors will be corrected. Thanks. If you liked this part of "After the Experiment" or any of the other Paige-Mason-Jenna stories, please consider a donation to Nifty. Comments, pro or con to the author are always appreciated.