Date: Wed, 14 Mar 2018 16:39:12 -0400 (EDT) From: E MOSER Subject: François: Spring Break in California #22 The François stories stem from After the Experiment and are loosely based on a real situation I was told about many years ago by a woman I loved dearly. François: Spring Break in California #22 by Larry Marian François put the suitcase and carry on Paige had brought from home into the trunk of the Honda as Monique and Simone got in the front seats, Monique driving. He held the door open for Paige and she slid in about half way and he followed her, putting his arm around her as he did. Monique backed out of the parking space and headed for the payment booth where François handed her the money for the ticket. Then they sped out into the darker road leading to the freeway. As soon as the car was clear of the parking lot, the two lovers, reunited for the week of Spring Break, kissed, longer and harder than they had when Paige had come through the TSA checkpoint. They broke their kiss and Paige asked, "How long until we get to the apartment?" "At least thirty minutes," François said. He looked at her face, which looked flushed even in the dark of the car. "The seat's too small," he said. "For some things. Not for everything," as she put her hand on his thigh. The kiss came again and his dark hand covered her breast for a minute before both began to work the buttons of her blouse. As soon as he had them undone he pulled the tail from her slacks . She shifted her back to undo the hook of her strapless bra and let it slide to her lap. "Leave my blouse on," she said as she began to work his belt buckle and pants as she moved away from him so she could get to his emerging hard, eight inch purple headed black cock. "God, it's beautiful, darling," she cooed. He began to rub her back as she started by licking the seeping precum off the tip. "Hmmm," she hummed. "I missed your taste." With that she took the head into her mouth to play with it with her tongue before beginning to bob up and down. "Oh, Paige. God you are good. So good." His hips began to move from the ministrations of her expert mouth. "Oh yes," and she moaned in reply. "Mon Dieu; gendarmerie," Monique said suddenly. "Crap. I see the lights in the rear view," François said. "I'm getting close. Slow down. Put your turn signal on like you are going to pull over, but keep driving. "I so close Paige." "Muhh," she said, her mouth still full of his cock. She spread up her motion and added her hand, jerking him as the car slowed. "So close," he said. Then they heard the siren sound. "Better pull over. OH, God, Paige. YES!!" And Paige felt and tasted his first rush. But he kept on. Had he not made love to either of his other two concubines, waiting for her? She had to keep her mouth on his cock until he finished. Franticly she began to button her blouse, even as she remained bent over. He finished and she took her mouth off the softening cock. "Zip it," she said. "Gendarmerie coming," Monique said, calmly. Paige sat up as François got his cock covered, his pants buttoned and the zipper up before there was as uniformed shape by the driver's window. Monique lowered the window. "License and registration," a feminine voice give the command as Simone passed over the registration and Monique got out her California driver's license. "So who is François David M'urk?" she asked. "I am, officer," François answered. "So why is this Monique Diawara driving?" "My guardian is allowing me to improve my night driving, madam," Monique said politely. "We are driving his friend from high school who is here to visit and he wished to sit beside her." "Oh, yes. And your driver's license," the officer said, turning to Paige. "Officer, I don't have a license. Just my student ID. Oh, and Mr. M'urk, your ID as well. " She turned back to Monique. "Do you know your right hand tail light is burned out?" "Excuse me, officer. First, here is my diplomatic passport and second, I will have the tail light taken care of as soon as possible." "Hmm. And what is your job in the Cameroonian embassy?" "Consulate, officer. I'm the scholastic sub attache. They think my youth will help me help younger students." "Oh. Well. Let me tell you two in the back seat that the passport may have saved you a long prison term. A good defense lawyer might get you off. The fact that a fourteen year old girl suddenly appears in the rear window as I walk up, that there is a bra in her lap and a blouse improperly buttoned, and a young man who is nineteen is sitting next to her with an unbuckled belt might all be co-incidences. "But a good DA might convince a jury that you, Mr. Sub Attache, are having carnal knowledge of a minor. I would suggest that you act more carefully in the future. And get that tail light fixed. Auto parts stores are open on Saturday." With that she walked back to her cruiser. Monique started the Honda and drove off, picking up speed before edging back into the traffic. Simone turned around. "I almost peed my panties. Please wait until we get home before doing that again!" "We won't Simone," Paige said very quietly. "I'm sorry Paige. I should have known that was a bad idea. But it was great." "It was. And it was. Just shows how much I've missed you." Then they arrived and pulled into their space, next to the orange MG B. As they were getting Paige's two bags out the pizza they'd ordered on the way arrived so two bags and two medium pizza boxes went into Apartment 2B. The bags went into François's room though Paige knew she was not sleeping with him every night. Both Simone and Monique kept two changes of clothes there just in case there was an oversleep on a school day or other such emergency. That done the four sat down. after undressing, with the two pizzas and drinks while Paige answered questions. "Well, Mom is showing, though when she's dressed, she's not really. Yvonne finally decided to transfer to Jones and her belly has created quite a stir with the younger teens and kids. She's showing more than Mom, Doc Mom looks like Mom does. And, of course, Susie's cycle got regular so she and Mason are trying again. She and Marsha are becoming best buds." "I wonder if Mason talked her into it just because you're here," Simone said. "I don't think so," Paige said. "In fact, he was hesitant. He so wants her to take and tried to talk her into June, but she said she'd been like a clock the last three months. So she arrives tomorrow and they try the first time the day after. Marsha is excited, too. I think she's a bit jealous of Yvonne, just getting to Jones and now every ten year old girl wants to pat her belly." "So how are you and Mason?" François asked. "Just fine, love. I just know I'm in love with the two finest guys I can think of and just so happy they are happy to share me." "Well, you can only love one tonight," Simone said softly. "I've only made love with one since New Year's," Paige said. And how many have I had sex with? 36? Not quite that many. But close. Later, in and on the king bed in François' room they made love; made love four times before going to sleep, arms around each other. Paige woke up Saturday morning before François did. Well, he did most of the work, she thought as she wormed her way out of his loving embrace. Once free she looked under the covers - yes, his morning wood was there and she thought that maybe she should wake him up, but letting him sleep some more would be fine. She got out of bed and crossed the hall to the concubine's bedroom and, without thinking, opened the door unannounced. Of course Simone and Monique were nude, like Paige, but Simone was on her back, her knees raised and spread, with Monique kissing and sucking one nipple while her hand roamed over Simone's pussy and clit. Simone kept up a steady, "Oui, oui, oui, oh, Monique, oui, oh!" until she turned her head towards the door and saw Paige there. "Monique!! Paige is here. Paige!" Paige shut the door behind her as Monique turned and her eyes almost flew out of her round, black face. "Non!! Non!!" she moaned. "Simone, Monique. My friends. My sisters. My fellow concubines, please. It's okay! Please." "Oh, do not tell our lord," Monique moaned. "Never. He will never know through me. Look, when Jenna moved in after her mother kicked her out, we slept together. We made love almost every night before Mason and I were allowed to sleep together legally and before Sam entered the picture. We still make love a few times a month. When we were in the White Apartment, Jenna and I made love about as often as Mason made love to one or the other of us. "It's okay. I'm sorry that I just didn't think about knocking. So is this what you do on the night neither of you sleep with François?" "Yes. And I guess you know, he can be pretty demanding," Simone said. "Yes. Gentle and kind, but sometimes I'm sore the next day," Monique said. "Yep. He has a big cock, for sure. And once is almost always not enough for him," Paige said. "That's for sure," Monique said. "When I became the junior concubine, the third night we made love ten times. " "Ah, yes. The most I ever remember in one day was fifteen," Simone said. "But that time I was well established, both with him and Mason." "Now, do you mean a 24 hour day? And all kinds of love making?" Paige asked. If you mean 24 hours and all kinds, François and I have made love 40 times in one 24 hour period, 6 AM to 6 AM. We also got seven hours of sleep, 10:30 PM to 5:30 AM. "First Concubine, how did you do that?" Simone asked with a laugh. "Okay. My lord went down on me four times. I sucked him off six times. Each of these times I came at least once. So that's ten times. We screwed 30 times. You name it except one. Will you promise to keep a secret?" The two other girls looked at each other and both nodded their heads. "The first time Mason and I made love, not sex, but love - when we gave each other our virginity, I was on top, sitting, looking at his face. That's the cowgirl position. I have never, ever, made love or had sex with any boy other than Mason with that position, I've done the backwards cowgirl with a few. But never the cowgirl. Never will. That belongs to Mason and me." Paige stopped and ran her hand over her eyes. "Okay." "Paige, my lady and chief, let me confess to you," Monique said. "Confess? To me? For what?" "When my parents first came to me and said they had a concubine's offer, a very generous offer which would help my family and heal some wounds, I was happy. Word was, and from good sources, not some old granny working deals, that my lord was smart and handsome and gentle and all manner of good things to make me happy. But then came the word that he had two concubines already and one was a colonial, a pure blood colonial, and blond at that, and younger than I. The other, also was younger. So I was to be number three, yet the eldest. What shame! "I went to my mother and begged ad pleaded they would say no to the trade as it was still within the time to cease the agreement with no cost. They said, again, he would be kind and fair. That there were some strange things, but I would be happy. "So, against custom I came and met Simone, number two ,and found her much help and kind while we awaited this child who would boss me. And then Simone told me how François had treated her in the beginning until Paige came and just flew into him and told him she would stand in Simone's room and block the door and not allow him in until he swore he would treat Simone as he treated her. "And then this child did not boss me, but helped me and that night when I became François' third concubine, he did not rape me, but loved me and was gentle and kind and I enjoyed even the first time, which, he said, he'd learned about from Mason." "The cowgirl. All girls should present their virginity that way," Paige said. "Monique, I almost want to cry!" "Paige. Please put your hands over mine." The two girls then did that, Monique's inside Paige's. "I swear to you, my chief, that I hold you to be the greatest First Concubine ever. I will your bidding, no matter what. I will protect you, no matter what. Forgive my early evil thoughts." "Oh, Monique. I'm about to cry! " With that Paige put her arms around Monique and hugged her. Then kissed her, but not a sisterly kiss. "I think I need to go wake up François. He can be ornery if he sleeps too late and I want to see something of California - I hope with my sisters. I disturbed you. I think I can keep him distracted for fifteen or twenty minutes if you promise to look out for the police. " She laughed and they did also. "And then, maybe get breakfast, get dressed, and show me around." As she left the room, her two sisters were already lying on the bed. François began to wake as Paige re-entered his room. He became fully awake as she swallowed his morning wood. It was late when the four returned after a through tour. There was no question about who would grace the king bed, and Paige and François headed off hand in hand to it Saturday night with no objections from Simone and Monique. It's possible he would have heard some strange sounds, were not Paige so vocal that second night. Again she woke early with François snoring gently and softly beside her. She touched his erect wood, but did nothing else - yet, but went across the hall, with a knock and a low call to enter. The three nude girls, with a notepad and pen marked out the rest of the week - Sunday, Simone; Monday, Monique; Tuesday, Paige; Wednesday, Thursday, Friday, repeat, Saturday, Simone, Sunday, Monique with Paige Monday morning early as the other two girls had school, while Paige had a late plane and François had nothing but afternoon classes. All four agreed with the schedule, The week went on. Sunday, after dinner and talk and games, Simone and François left for the king bed. Paige and Monique looked at each other before nodding heads, holding hands, and heading for the joined together queen. It was not the best love session either had had. But they soon saw what the other wanted and both tried to please the other. After an hour, they fell asleep, one holding the other's hand. Each had a decent cum and each was ready to try again the next night they would be might be together. So it went, with roaming the area, visiting shops while François looked bored, playing games at parks during the day and exploring one another at night, with all the possibilities of three girls and one viral guy, Friday soon came. Friday morning came with the four sitting around the kitchen table with cereal, some English muffins, and a variety of fruit, as they ate and talked. "Let's take Paige to the beach," Simone said. "She's seen the ocean from a distance, but not right there. How about it? " "I'd like to. Years ago - I was like seven, we went to the Outer Banks and the waves seemed enormous. But I'd like to see the Pacific ones. Secret shame, I really like the Beach Boys music." Paige smiled. "I'm afraid we don't have a '49 Woodie," François said. "But we can get there." "Let's get dressed and go," Paige said. An hour later the four parked the Honda in a primitive parking area with several other cars, trucks, and even a station wagon and followed the path down to the beach at the base of the cliff. At the bottom Paige saw a sign along side the path which read: Beyond this point you may encounter nudity. Under it somebody had written: and sexual activity. "Really?" she asked. "Does happen," François said as they continued walking. Several minutes later they encountered the first nude couple, then a few more. They stopped some twenty feet from a group of four adults and five kids, four teens and a tween. This put them some fifty feet from the ocean and maybe a hundred or so feet from the base of the cliff. They lay two large beach towels down and proceeded to get undressed, which didn't take long as none of the girls had worn a bra to the beach. Nude, they went down to the water, François and Paige holding hands on the way down and with their arms around each other on the way back to the towels and their neighbors. They settled down on the two they had spread. Paige looked towards their neighbors. It appeared to her there were two families, the blacks and the reds, she named them to herself. One couple had dark brown, even black hair and two of the kids, a boy who looked maybe sixteen and a girl in the fourteen or thirteen range, both of whom also had brown or black hair. The girl was the only one with trimmed pubes. The other family was all redheaded, just a variety of shades. The boy also looked about sixteen and the girl if not a twin, then fifteen and the tween looked ten or maybe eleven. She had no pubes but the rest were all true red heads. The four sat in a square talking with each other when the dark haired man and the red headed woman got up and while he grabbed another beach towel, she spoke to the three red headed kids. Then the two started walking towards the cliff. Paige watched them as they got to the base and spread the beach towel. The two then lay down and she saw them pull the remaining part of the towel over themselves. At that distance it was hard for her to tell, but it quickly seemed to her that they were at least making out if not making love. About five minutes after the adult couple left the dark haired boy spoke for a short time to the older red headed girl. She picked up another beach towel and they headed towards the cliff as well, but went to a spot further down the cliff wall, separated a bit from the parents by a short outpost of the cliff. They, too, spread the towel, lay down on it and pulled it over themselves. Paige leaned towards François. "I'd almost think mom and dad and two of their kids are all having sex by the cliff." "Look to the right of them - what do you see?" "Looks like another couple. Hard to tell from here." "Sand sex they call it. SS. Look at the teens." "Well, he's sure on top of her. And the towel is raised. Wow." Just then the dark haired woman got up and walked over to the four. "Excuse me. Are you Paige Jefferson?" she asked, looking at Paige. "Yes, ma'am. How did you know?" "We're Corporation families and you are probably the most famous teen girl with the company. I'm Julia Smith. This is my daughter Becky." The dark haired teen waved and smiled. The red headed guy is Tom McPherson and his son Shawn and younger daughter Lizzie. The man smiled and nodded his head and the girl also waved and smiled. "Over there," and she waved towards the cliffs, "are my husband Nick and son Jimmy with Tom's wive Abby and daughter Erin. They should be back in awhile." And I thought my folks and Mason's folks were laid back, Paige thought. Here her husband and son are screwing this guy's wife and daughter and she acts like their out to bring back a pizza. "So I thought you lived back East." "I do, ma'am. But this is my spring break and I'm out here to visit with François and his cousins. François went to Jones Lab School with me last year and we're good friends. In fact, he's a boy friend of mine." "I thought you have a boy friend named Mason." Paige looked at François and then Simone and Monique. "Well, you're Corporation..." "Actually, my husband is and Abby is. I'm to be the new principal of the lab school opening in the fall and Tom is a school board lawyer. Some folks might think we're not the typical American suburban families." Paige laughed. "Well, ma'am we're not either. Okay, shut me up François if you don't want me to spill the beans." She looked towards him and squeezed his hand. "Go on, Paige. I'll let you guess as to what we're going to do next." She smiled at him. "Okay, ma'am, I do have a boy friend named Mason. In fact, he's more than a boy friend. " She held up her ring finger. "We're engaged and will get married after I'm out of grad school, and him too, probably. He be here now except he has another mission this week. François is also my boy friend and I came out here as we have not seen each other since Christmas. He is also my lord and I am his first concubine. Simone and Monique go to high school while he's at the university and they are his second and third concubines. They are also two of my best friends." "It's a bit hard to believe there are still concubines in this world," Ms. Smith said. "I thought so too," Paige said. "What's a concubine?" Lizzie asked, looking towards both her mother and Paige. "You tell her, Paige. You have first hand experience. I sure don't." Julia looked back towards the cliff where Nick and Abby were now sitting on the beach towel, kissing. "Okay, uh, Lizzie, a concubine is a girl or woman who has entered into a relationship with a man to provide him with sexual pleasure and company. We are not married, but it's a long term relationship. Even after Mason and I marry, I will still be François' senior or first concubine as long as we both agree." "So you two screw?" "Uh. We like to think of it as making love, Lizzie. But yes, we do." "Wow. And your other boy friend?" "Him, too. And I think that's about enough." "Yes, Lizzie. Paige has answered your question about concubines. Let her enjoy the beach for awhile. Look your dad and Ms. Abby are coming back." "Paige, shall we get the other beach towel and walk to the cliff?" François asked. "And have SS? Have Simone and Monique done that?" "Of course. But not on the same day." "Get a beach towel," she said as she got up and turned to the other two concubines. "Our lord and I are going to the cliff," she said. "Wondered when that would happen," Monique said and smiled. "Don't get sand in your crack," Simone said. "I'll try not to," Paige said. She took François' hand and they started towards the cliff. "I guess anybody looking at us knows what's going to happen," she said. "Even the police do. As long as we stay within ten feet of the cliff and remain covered, nothing happens." As François finished, the adult couple came within five feet of them. "Say, you're Paige Jefferson, aren't you? But you aren't Mason, are you?" "No, I'm François. Mason is on an important mission back east." "I saw you talking to my wife. I'll bet she has some more to talk to you about the new school." "I'd be happy to," Paige said. "Well, you two have fun at the cliff." "Thanks," François said. As they walked closer towards the beach they could see there was no doubt that Jimmy and Erin were making love. Erin's arms were out of the towel, hands rubbing Jimmy and her breasts almost exposed while Jimmy's butt obviously was in rapid motion up and down. Moans came from both of them. Then the protruding rocks blocked their view as they lay the beach towel down on a flattened area and lay down on it, facing each other and drew the end of the towel over their bodies. As soon as it covered them they began to kiss while Paige reached for François' until now soft cock and he reached for her pussy and clit. In seconds the soft cock was hard and long and Paige spread her legs and raised her knees. "God, you're damp already," François breathed in her ear. "I thought so. Get on me and in me, love. Put that big black cock in my pussy, François!" He slid between her legs and in seconds she felt him enter her. "Oh, yes," she moaned. "Like it, Whitebread," he said. "Yes. Oh, yes," as he began to pump, a fast down thrust and a slow withdrawal to begin and then he began to hump faster." "Oh, excuse us," came the girl's voice which Paige heard despite her passion and saw Jimmy and Erin, holding hands, the towel over their shoulders as they walked back towards the others. "That's okay," Paige said as her hips moved. "We watched you as we came here." `Have fun," the guy said. "Oh, God, François. Go deep. Yeah. I want that eight inches of cock in my twat. Yeah." "You talk dirty, my sweet Paige!" "Do you want me too?"
 "Now. Yes." He began to go deeper, faster. "Fuck me. Fuck me hard and fast. Screw me, François." "You like my black cock in your white pussy?" "I love that ebony rod, sweety. God, you fuck great." "And you do too, white girl. Oh, yes. Oh, shit. I'm cumming!" "God you are. Lots. Oh. I can feel it in my twat!" Yeah." She shuddered. "God, I'm cumming. Really. " The two lovers hung onto each other fiercely until their cums subsided. "Did dirty talk make the sex better?" François asked. "I think so. I don't know why." "You used black several times. What if I called you colonial or fish belly or you called me nigger? What would that do?" "François, love. I'd never use that word to you!" "What if it made our wonderful love making even better? Believe me, among Africans, colonial and fish belly are just as bad as nigger." He smiled. "I know how much you love me. I know how much I love you. If getting dirty or using bad words makes it better?" "Well, maybe we'll try. But you are my ebony prince, my African love." "And you are my white princess, my American love." "And I think we need to get untangled and get back." "Yes." They walked back, arms around each other. Half way back they turned to look at the cliff where they had sand sex to find another couple getting ready. They laughed at that. Approaching the two sets of beach towels and the people on them they were met with smiles and eyes directed towards them. Of course it was Lizzie who asked, "So was this the first time for both of you or just one?" "Lizzie. I've told you, that's none of your business," her mother said, tossing her red hair. "But Mom, Erin and Shawn talked about it. They think the African American has already but first time for the white girl." "I'm not African-American, Lizzy. I'm pure African, François said. "And my name is François and my girl friend is Paige." "Oh." "Paige, let me talk to you for just a few minutes," Ms. Smith said. "Sure," Paige said. "Let's sit down here," and the two sat on the edge of one of the towels. "I understand that you and Mason will be counselors for the new boarding seventh and eighth graders when your school begins in the fall," Ms. Smith began. "So far, yes ma'am." "You will report a couple of days early for your own orientation, get your own room ready - I understand that you and Mason will have your own small apartment - and prepare yourself for some twenty odd eleven through thirteen year olds." "Yes, ma'am." "Paige, if you are going to be a sort of housemother to that age group, share an apartment, and I assume a bed, with a guy whose ring you wear, then please call me Julia. I'm entering into a deal between two equals - sort of." "Yes, ma, er Julia. "Okay. Now, tell me about the Locker Club. My understanding is that your group has contributed something around $4000.00 to your school so far this year and more to the high school classes. How did it get started? Who is in it? How does it work?" "So, it started as a joke. I was an eighth grade girl in an Advanced Physics where everybody else was a junior or senior - mostly seniors. One of the boys saw me in the hall and told me he'd heard I gave the best blow jobs - I assume I can use that sort of language with you." "Of course. Or suck off, or hummer. I know what they are." "I told him that was true, while thinking it was another senior, not in the AP class, who was in a Corporation training film and as part of the film I had sucked him. So the next day he saw me in the hall again and I told him I would if he went down on me and did a good job. "Long story, the start was a guy would put a slip of paper in my locker - through the air vent with a proposition and a suggestion of when and where. I would respond with a yes or no. If it was a yes, we'd meet, he'd go down on me and I'd blow him. "So this year with lots more kids, I did some recruiting and some organizing which dropped the eating out and replaced it with a $5 fee, of which three went to the school, one went to a class, in rotation and one went to the `technician,' among other terms we used. Most often the LC member donated the buck to that person's class if a high school student or to older brother or sister's class if a middle school student, or maybe to a class a friend was in. Ever so often the buck got kept and spent - I did that myself a few times. "The funny thing is, it started as a joke - the guy who propositioned me was probably trying to shame an eighth grader. " "So most of the students know who the Locker Club members are?"
 "Pretty much so. We have some rules, one of which is to protect the virginity of anybody, boy or girl, under fourteen. This goes with the school project "Wait until after Thirteen." "So, why don't you feel like prostitutes?" "Because the money doesn't go to us. It goes to the school or a part of the school for the most part. We think we are doing a service to the school and to the students. " "Well, I guess you might be relieving pressure on some kids without a serious friend." "To some extent. A lot want to have a legitimate reason to see what somebody else is like. There are three girls, and one an eighth grader who have given far more blow jobs than I have, despite my reputation as being fantastic." "So why do you have that reputation?" "Really? Because, Julia, I really enjoy sucking cock. I really do. I like the taste of cum. I don't care for these cum shots." "Well, I agree. So any other service?" "So, a little story. There's a couple. He's a senior. She's a sophomore, so their relation is okay by the three year rule and they've been going together for four years -he was a freshman, she a sixth grader. Well, just after Christmas they had a tiff over something and it just went wild. So, both of them put a note in a locker. It just so happened, that she chose Mason and he chose me and the meeting places were next to each other and the times sort of overlapped. They didn't see each other going into the PR - but they did when they left. It could have been ugly - but it was beautiful. Mason and I got them back into a PR as they were standing in the hall breaking PDA rules right and left. The next day they were back to holding hands in the hall every chance they could get. "So, Julia, that's about it. What's this all about?" "I need to finalize arrangements, but I want to have you and probably Mason come here during teacher prep week to speak to the new faculty about the Locker Club. I'm not sure how we are going to begin it, though I think my kids and Abby's might be a good core. I want you to explain and even demonstrate how you do the actual locker thing, though we may go with a virtual locker. "We will pay your air fare, put you up in a decent hotel or motel close by, and give you a meal stipend. It will not conflict with your duties as student leader for the boarding students, ` "Obviously, we will need your parents' permission and more co-ordination with Ms. Anderson at your school. But she has already said they are ready to work with us. By the way, if you could have heard what she had to say about both you and Mason - well, you'd float away over the Pacific your head would be so swollen." "Did she tell you I received three public swats with a paddle while my class, the sophomores, and some of middle school watched?" "Yep. And she said she was very proud of how you handled it. By the way, I'd have given you three, too. Maybe four." Julia laughed at that. "How will this affect your being dorm proctors or leaders, or what not? Not at all, we hope. There may be a Lone Ranger rescue operation to get you both back to Jones before the first boarding students arrive, but we can do it, if you want to try. "What do you think, Paige?" "I'll have to talk to Mason about this. I like the idea. I think he will too. But I can't speak for him." "Just what I wanted to hear." "Minor thing. You going to put Mason and me up in a hotel? What about minimum age for a room? We had a problem with that going home." "Already taken care of. I will come in as in loco parentis, show you to your room, and leave. You trash the room and we sue you so that you don't even have any skin left! How does that sound?" Paige laughed. "I think that would work." "Okay. Here's my e-mail. You talk to Mason. Get back to me ASAP. Hey, I think a couple of our kids want to talk to you and your friends." "Hi, I'm Shawn and she's Erin, and we're having a party here tomorrow night down in the basement playroom while our folks and some friends have one upstairs. We'd like you guys to come. There's another couple coming and we can find two extra guys." "Look, we don't do booze or drugs at our parties, but we do have some fun games if you are okay with messing around," Erin said. Paige and François looked at each other. "We'll have to ask Simone and Monique," François said. "But I think they'd be interested if there are a couple extra guys. Give us your e-mail or cell, and we'll get back to you later. So what time tomorrow?" "Say sevenths?" Shawn said. "We might enjoy this," Paige laughed, "It's gotten sort of serious in the last few minutes." "It won't be serious tomorrow night," Erin said and laughed. Saturday evening the four drove up to the Smith's house, which had dimmed lights. François drove with Simone beside him and Paige and Monique in the back seat. They weren't kissing, but behind the front seat backs, hands wandered and smiles passed back and forth until the four left the car to go to the door. François rang the bell. A minute or two later a woman's voice said, "Who is it?" "Paige and her friends to the teen party," Paige replied. The door opened and they saw an unfamiliar woman dressed only in a pair of shorts and a bra. "Welcome. The kids are downstairs. Down the hall, first door on right and head to the basement. Have fun," she said. The four looked at each other. "If those are the adults..." Simone said as they followed instructions. The upstairs door opened to dim lights below. "Who's there?" came a male voice. "Visitors from the east led by a prince of Cameroon," François replied. "Lock the door behind you and come on down," came the same voice. The four went down the stairs, Paige locking the door behind them to be greeted by a room that almost seemed to come from the Arabian nights, Curtains were set off from the walls and in the center was a large mat, thick and inviting with some couches around it. Seated on the mat were the four teens and Lizzie from the day before, plus another couple and two more teen boys, one Asian and the other a pale skinned African American. "Hi," Shawn said. "We'll take care of remembering later, maybe. You've got the kids from yesterday. The other couple is Bonnie and Clyde - really! Clyde is 16 and Bonnie 14. The two guys are Bob Cho and Devon Jones. Both are 16. So we have ten guys and ten girls and Lizzie, our score keeper. "You don't have to participate in everything - but we hope you will and have fun. So, Lizzie. You are up!" "Hi. Just to let you know. I'm the dealer, but things can go wrong for me. The first game is lightening strip poker. No thoughts with this. I shuffle the complete deck, less jokers. I deal one card out to each player and I point and you flip. Low card strips at once. If the low card is repeated, each strip. If I deal the card directly higher than the low card , that holder strips half. Then we repeat. If I deal a hand where more than half, or at least four have to strip or strip half, I have to strip but continue the deal. Okay?" "Lizzie - how do we sit?" Paige asked. "By couples. So you sit with François." "Tonight Simone is with François. I guess Monique and I should say hi to Bob and Devon." Paige waved at the two boys. "Come choose us, guys." With that Bob went up to Paige and Devon to Monique. The circle formed with Shawn and Becky, Clyde and Bonnie, Bob and Paige, Jimmy and Erin, François and Simone, and finally Devon and Monique with Lizzie and a deck of cards in the middle. "Okay, here goes," Lizzie said as she dealt out a card to each person in the circle. "Starting with Shawn, flip your card. Shawn - should be safe; Becky, good to go; Clyde, okay; Bonnie, safe; Bob, alright; Paige - a TWO - get naked! Jimmy - WOW TWO TWOs in a row. Strip! Erin, safe; François, good; Simone, fine; Devon, alright; Monique, still good. We have Paige and Jimmy to stand up and strip, then sit together. At least kiss. Bob and Erin sit together and we begin again." Paige and Jimmy, now nude sat down and looked at each other. Paige saw Jimmy's cock rise and harden to close to six inches, a round head and a natural pube. She smiled. He put his hand on her shoulder. "At least kiss," she said, and they did. The cards went round again and Shawn and Erin lost the second round. Soon they joined Jimmy and Paige. Since they were brother and sister, the two girls swapped and Shawn kissed Paige while Jimmy sat back with his date, Erin. On the third round only Clyde lost so he got a first row seat to watch Jimmy play with Erin's nice 34B tits while Shawn kissed Paige's 32Bs while she looked at his five inch but very thick cock. However Simone and Devon both had fives to Clyde's four. Simone removed her top and her shorts while Devon took off his sweater and undershirt. In the shrinking fourth round with only the face cards used, Monique and Devon stripped, and since so many were now nude, Lizzie undressed too, to display her puffy nipples and the slight swelling of breasts that wanted to grow. The fifth round had five left: Bonnie, Bob, François, Simone and Becky. After the cards showed their faces, Bonnie and Bob showed their nude bodies. "This may be the last time,"Lizzie said as she dealt three cards. François and Simone both got a jack and Becky a queen. The two losers stood up to strip and while Simone shucked her bra, Becky stood up, took off her top and then her bra. "I might as well keep going," she said. "I get low card next time no matter what." "Now that everybody is comfortable, I'd like you to line up as the original couples in one line," Lizzie said, "starting with Shawn and Becky." Quickly the couples united again, though it took a moment for Shawn and Paige to stop playing with each other and the same with Jimmy and Erin. Paige was warm when she rejoined Bob as Shawn had begun to finger her pussy while she rubbed his balls. Jimmy and Erin had stopped sitting and were lying down when Lizzie began her instructions while Monique and Devon stopped their kissing. "Okay, guys take one step backwards and gals one step forward. Good. Now, guys, slide to the right two spaces. The two at the end, circle around. Okay, face each other. Hug. Kiss. My. Look what's happening to the guys! "Now, the girls have stayed in place. I've got six numbers. Each one refers to something sexy. I'll call the girl's name and she gives me one number between one and six. No duplications. So - Becky." "Six." "Bonnie" "Three." "Paige" "Uh, four." "Erin." "One," "Simone." "Five." "Monique, you are left with two. Next round, you'll go first. "So, one is screwing in the missionary position; two is the same in any other position; three is eating out your lady; four is being sucked by her; five is lady's choice, anal or getting a full facial; and six is mutual masturbation. " "There are four alcoves which have a cot and curtains. Choices one, two, three, and six get the alcoves, but leave the curtains open. Four and five are on the mat or, in the case of doing it in the butt, on one of the couches. I get the center to make sure all couples are doing what'd they're supposed to do!" Shawn took Paige's hand and led her to the center of the mat, followed by Simone and Bob. Those two had a short discussion before Simone dropped to her knees on the mat in front of Bob. Paige shrugged and also dropped to her knees. "I guess they want us to do it this way. I'd prefer to blow you with you lying down, but this is okay. You have an awesome prick. Will my mouth be wide enough. I don't think I've ever seen one as thick as yours." "You like to suck?" "I do. I really do." With that Paige began to lick and kiss the tip. Shifting her eyes she could see some of the action in the alcoves, but she concentrated on the cock in her mouth. "Already this is good," Shawn said. "You're taking it, Paige. Oh, yes. That tongue. Oh." She had the fat dong half way into her mouth, her tongue working the hard cock. She looked up at him and liked his smile. She winked at him as she continued to slide back and forth on his prick. "Gotta warn you, Paige. I haven't cum in three days. There's gonna be a lot when I do. I'm getting close. You are great. " As she lid it slide almost out, she stopped, held it, and removed her mouth. "Thanks. Yours is one of my top five cocks. I have to give François and Mason top billing." With that she went back to sucking his fat prick. "I'm close. Paige. Close. OH, YEAH!" as his first blast hit the back of her throat. He just kept cumming and she kept swallowing, the head just inside her lips and still she felt some dribbling out until he finally finished and she let the cock out of her mouth. "Not sure I've ever had that much," she said, but smiled. She stood up and they kissed, mouths open, tongues probbing. When they broke the kiss, Paige turned and saw Simone, cum fresh on her face and boobs. Monique still rocked back and forth to Jimmy's strokes as they used doggy style while knelt between Becky's upraised knees as they used the missionary. Just after eleven the four kissed around and went up the stairs to the hall. The first floor was quiet, though they heard mute voices. Just as they got to the front door they heard two people laughing behind them. They turned to see a couple walking down the stairs, nude, his arm around her waist and hers over his shoulder. "Oh, hi kids," the man said. They returned the greeting as they left. The four got in the Honda, François driving with Simone beside him and Monique with Paige in the back. He drove one handed, with Simone huddled against him, one arm around his neck, sitting sideways in her seat. The two in the back did not hug, but each had a hand on the other's pussy. "That was an experience," Paige said. "Bob was really good. Sorry I missed Devon and Jimmy. Clyde was okay. Shawn almost drowned me but was wonderful. "It was," Simone said. "Beginning with a facial and ending with doing it wheel barrel style. I really didn't want to leave, but I know we're all tired. "You three are just wonderful to me, but I have to say that Erin has made me really like red heads." "I think you just like red haired pussies," Monique said. "I like them better when the hair is allowed to grow." "That reminds me. I need to trim and shave mine tomorrow," Paige said. "It's hell when one boy wants a full bush and the other wants a close trim." "Well, Number One, you could make a decision for one or the other," Simone said, "Nope. I want them both." The other three laughed. Arriving back at the apartment, in no time the four were in two beds, with two couples locked in tight clinches. As Paige and Monique moved into the 69 position, Paige heard Simone's first moan of pleasure. It was a shame that this was the first time today that Simone's pussy gripped François' eight inches. Monday morning, about 3 AM, Paige woke to some gentle shaking. In the darkness cut only by a street light she saw François standing over her. He held his finger to his lips and took her hand, rising her up from the bed she shared that last night with Monique. Silently he led her by the hand to the living room, with cushions laid on the floor as they had been at the beginning of her visit. They stood on the cushions and kissed, then slowly sank down to their knees and then to lie down until they made love in the reverse missionary the first time. Both tired, they fell back to sleep, but as first light appeared, Paige woke to find François on his back, his morning wood exposed. He exploded in her mouth as she heard him say, "Good morning, Simone, Monique. Paige is saying good bye as only she can do." She slept in the plane most of the way home, dreaming of her two men. If you liked this part of "The François Series " 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.