Date: Tue, 11 Dec 2018 11:40:34 +1100 From: Henry Jones Subject: The French Conection chapter 2 (bisexual Adult/Youth) The following is a work of fiction: Or is it? That's for you to decide. Remember Nifty needs your donations to keep stories like these coming http://donate.nifty.org/donate.html Constructive criticism welcome. Things in my life changed very quickly after that episode. The elderly couple next door decided to sell up and move into a type of retirement village. Their house went on the market and was snapped up by a young French couple who had just moved to Australia to work with a well known hotel chain. Their names were Samuel and Pauline. They were a lovely couple and we soon became good neighbours and good friends. Samuel's parents were Danish, although he had been born in France and he had that classic Scandinavian white hair. He was also annoyingly good looking with piercing blue eyes and a permanent dark stubble on his face. Pauline was a living, walking dream. A mixture of French and Chinese blood, (her maternal Grandmother was Chinese, I discovered) she had beautiful flawless olive skin and brown eyes so big that you could probably drown in them. She also had pouty lips that would make Brigitte Bardot envious. They had a daughter named Simone who had just turned ten. She would possibly, like her mother, turn into a great beauty one day but at the moment Simone was a skinny kid who had arms and legs too long for her and her new teeth were nearly too big for her mouth. She reminded me of a stick insect! However when she smiled her face lit up the world and I loved the way she called me "Arry" in her delightful French tongue. My knowledge of French was limited to saying "Bonjour" when I met one of them! Simone's blonde hair was so pale it was nearly white and was usually tied up in two pig tales. She had inherited her Mother's mouth and her beautiful big eyes however Simone's eyes were the same shade of striking blue as her Father's. Samuel and Pauline spoke English very well however, strangely enough; their daughter spoke almost no English at all. I loved listening to the three of them converse in French; not that I understood anything any of them said but it is a lovely language to listen to so I was happy to eavesdrop. They all used my pool on many occasions and it took all my willpower not to perv on (well not for too long) Pauline in her bikini. There was often a Sunday night dinner in one house or another. On our second or third visit to each other I asked them politely about their daughter's lack of English. I was under the impression that everyone was taught English in France when they went to school. They pointed out that Simone went to school in Brittany where even every street sign is in both French and Breton. They said there is a real push to teach the local dialect at the expense of English or other languages. A very interesting point that answered my question. They said they would be working on conversing in English now that they were in Australia. A few months later there was a crisis in (now) my business which meant I needed to suspend, at least, my Uni course and relocate to Dubai. I quickly solved my house problem when a couple I knew well took up the offer to live there at a peppercorn rent. At least I had someone reliable looking after the place. Within two weeks I had set them up; introduced them to my French neighbours; moved into a hotel with my luggage and made arrangements to fly out to Dubai. Everything went smoothly and soon I was part of the expat scene in Dubai. I lived in a hotel which was a bit awkward in a few ways but was also very handy if I wanted to take one of the many available expat ladies back for the night. Several months into my stay I went to a party and was introduced to a young English lady named Jade who basically semi-raped me on our first date. She was twenty three, very pretty and was slim with small perky breasts and long legs; just the way I like women. As a bonus she had a waxed pussy! She was also pretty much a sex maniac and we fucked four times that first night. A couple of days later we were in her apartment and I was lying there exhausted post sex/athletic workout. She got off the bed and said "I'll be right back" and returned with some scissors and clippers and proceeded to cut and clip my pubes. She said "I love being smooth and you being smooth as well will increase the sensation for both of us". After trimming me everywhere and I mean everywhere, she produced an electric razor and started to shave me until I was as bald and smooth as a prepubescent. It was quite an erotic experience actually and by the end of it I was as stiff as a board again. Not a problem for Jade; she gave me a good suck then impaled herself on me. The feeling of both of us being bald was truly amazing and when I finally exploded in her after she had several very noisy climaxes, I had to admit it was probably the most sensual sex I had ever had. From that moment on she shaved me about every two days either before or after sex and when she was not around I did it myself as I quickly discovered if I let it go any longer the itch became unbearable. A month or so later I moved into her lovely apartment and most nights it was a returning from work fuck before dinner; sometimes not even in the bedroom but often on the carpet in the lounge room or, on one memorable night, on the kitchen table where I thought her screams of ecstasy would incur a visit from the police. She was one of those rare (I am told) women who can orgasm again and again and always want more. Then after dinner at least one more fuck or maybe two before I fell asleep exhausted. Then another, when we woke up before breakfast. My cock was starting to feel permanently bruised but it was a lot of fun getting it that way. Things went swimmingly for quite a long time. Jade had a high energy job like me and so sometimes one of us was very late home but we also had some great holidays away together and I loved the way all the eyes followed her when she paraded at our holiday destination pool in her tiny bikini because they could look but I could touch (and lick and suck and fuck). I had been away from Australia about three and a half years and had finished my Uni degree by distance learning when things started to change. Jade and I were still fucking several times a day when we were together but now more often than not she was working back and coming home after midnight exhausted and falling into bed and instantly asleep. Then she began staying at the office. She said there was a sofa lounge there and it was easier to bunk down on that after midnight. The sex started to fall off also, mainly because I was seeing her less and less even on weekends and then, finally, it dwindled to zero. One Sunday morning I was awoken by a phone call from a male friend. I was alone again of course. The voice said "Harry, it's (X) I've got something to tell you and I'm pretty sure you're not going to like it but you need to be told". He told me he was at a party last night and guess who was there? None other than Jade, my Jade (I thought), who was, apparently, the life of the party and downing glass after glass of G & Ts like they were going out of style. All the other women had left by 1am and so Jade was alone with about ten men. After the last woman, apart from her, left she put on a track on the iPad; took off her heels; climbed onto a table and started a strip tease routine. To the delight of the men she ended up buck naked and, as usual, smooth all over. She then climbed down and said "Who wants a blow job?" Naturally there were plenty of takers and my friend (?) said she blew four guys who all came in her mouth. Then she moved back to the edge of the table, lay down, opened her legs and said "Who's first? Within moments she was surrounded by naked men with stiff cocks and had hands feeling her tits and fingering her. X said the first guy fucked her for only about 2 minutes before blowing inside her and after the fourth one my (now) ex-friend said it was his turn and as he went to put his cock in her he could see the spunk running out of her pussy and pooling on the table. He told me (as if I needed to know) that she bucked under him like something wild, yelling obscenities at him to egg him on. When he was finished, a dark guy (he wasn't sure what nationality) stood in front of her and said "How much of this you reckon you can take babe?" X said the guy's penis was enormous, black of course and as thick as a beer can, maybe nine or ten inches long with a huge purple head. Jade said "All of it babe". The guys then bet her $200 she couldn't take it all and she took the bet. She got up and asked the guy to lie on the floor and then she squatted over him pulling spunk out of her pussy with her fingers and spreading it over the head and shaft of his huge weapon. Then she held her labia open and slowly impaled herself on him. It took her a few thrusts and squats but eventually he fully disappeared inside her. X said that was enough for him but as he left he could hear her screaming every obscenity she could, saying things like "Fuck, your destroying my cunt" and "Fuck me with that monster cock till my cunt bleeds'" etc. You get the drift. Twenty minutes later I had packed everything I owned in the apartment and was in a taxi heading for a hotel, a different one than the previous one for security reasons. I didn't even bother to leave a note. I selected Jade's mobile number on my phone and blocked it. I told the hotel reception I would be there for some time and they were kind enough to allocate me one of their best suites. They also said they would block all calls to my suite if any came in asking about me. It only took a few phone calls to confirm my suspicions that Jade hadn't been working all those hours and nights after all but instead had been partying and fucking her way all over Dubai. She obviously wanted much more than I could give her. First thing Monday morning I visited a medical centre and got a referral to have a pathology check for sexually transmitted diseases. I certainly never wore condoms with her once I moved in (thinking we were an item) and I got the impression none of her many other partners did either. My company was given strict instructions to block or vet any calls to me that they were not sure about and as there is no public shopfront, I was pretty confident I wouldn't be surprised by any unexpected visitors. The pathology results all came back negative and it was a huge relief to know that I had dodged a bullet. I have often wondered since how she fared playing Russian roulette. I never saw or heard from her again; not that I care. Now life went on in a different way as I deliberately avoided the party scene. A typical day started with breakfast at the hotel; then taxi to work; taxi back to the hotel; a drink or two in the bar followed by dinner in the dining room; then some television and bed. Weekends, I usually went exploring and discovering different parts of Dubai. Man I was living the high life here! Strangely enough, I was not interested in chasing women or even sex at that time which was very unusual for me. I think the experience with Jade had traumatised me enough to put me off sexual relations, at least for the time being. It's funny how things can change in a moment and your life changes with them. I received a phone call a few weeks after my move from the couple that rented and looked after my house in Sydney. He had been promoted and was required to start in Auckland, New Zealand as soon as possible. She would, naturally, go with him because, apart from the fact that she loved him, there were plenty of job opportunities with the company for her there as well. Could they leave the house with a weeks' notice? Of course I agreed and wished them the best of luck. They were going to leave keys etc. with the next door neighbours. All of a sudden a light globe went on in my head. The next morning I asked my PA to sit in with me and play devil's advocate. For two hours we debated how impossible it would be for me to move back to Sydney and run the company from there. In the end she concluded "Everyone will miss you and I will miss you terribly but this is the right thing for you to do". I might add that my PA is a lovely 45 year old lady, happily married with 3 children and happy to stay in Dubai with the firm. It was as if a huge load had been taken off my shoulders. My house renters were leaving between Christmas and New Year so my plans were quickly coming together. I booked a flight with Emirates and within days I was looking out the upper deck window of an A380 sipping a glass of champagne as we were pushed back from the terminal. I was going home! A man in the arrivals hall in Sydney on that Sunday night held up a sign with my name on it and we were soon in his Mercedes heading to my house. It was nearly midnight when I said goodbye to him, found the hidden key, turned off the alarm system and stepped back into my own house. The air conditioning had been turned on (it was high summer in Australia) and in the refrigerator were some basics (milk etc.) and there was a six pack of my favourite beer; Kronenbourg 1664, (thank you French neighbours). I opened a beer, downed it, then undressed, climbed into bed and was asleep not long after my head hit the pillow. Home!