Date: Tue, 1 Jan 2019 09:10:35 +1100 From: Henry Jones Subject: The French Connection chapter four (bisexual/adult/youth The following is a work of fiction: Or is it? That's for you to decide. Please remember that Nifty needs your donations to provide these stories. http://donate.nifty.org/donate.html Constructive criticism welcome Wednesday morning and I woke, not sure that what had happened yesterday wasn't a dream. A very nice dream I must say! Thinking about it further and I decided Simone and I needed to have a serious talk about our actions and the consequences today. After showering and dressing I was having a cup of tea and some toast with Vegemite when Simone appeared at the back door leading to the pool. She wasn't in her bikini but was wearing what I would call a summer dress. No sleeves and coming down to about a third of the way down her thighs – which, of course, showed off those long, lovely legs. I think she may have grown a bit since it was purchased! She was also barefoot and it was obvious she was not wearing a bra as I could see her nipples pushing out the top of her dress. Her hair was not in plaits but pulled to one side so it cascaded down the front of her right shoulder. She came into the kitchen and kissed me on both cheeks; very French. "Allo Arry" she said, "I ave a surprise for you." "Good morning Simone and what is that?" She danced in front of me and lifted up the front of her dress while saying "Da Daaa!" She not only had nothing on under her dress but she was completely bald. My eyes zoomed in on a perfect camel toe! "Now we are matching, do you like?" Do I like? It was probably the most erotic thing I had ever seen in my life! Instantly my conscience flew out the window and I swept her up in my arms without thinking and carried her to my bedroom while she wrapped her arms around my neck and giggled. I stood her up and lifted the dress from her leaving her stark naked and then threw the bed covers back, lifted her again and laid her on my bed face up. I started kissing her long neck and then down to her shoulders and up and down each lovely slender arm. She had tiny golden hairs on her arms that were nearly transparent and they stood up a little when I kissed her skin. Then I paid special attention to those beautiful breasts; kissing and licking them and then sucking her hard little nipples into my mouth. She moaned and whimpered as I did it. I slowly worked my way down over her flat tummy; marvelling at her perfect little navel until I reached her now smooth bald pussy mound......Then I flipped her over onto her belly. "Arry?" came the muffled sound as her face was pressed into a pillow. "Arry!!" she squealed in protest. Holding her down gently as she struggled to turn over, I kissed her shoulder blades and worked down her lovely back to that cute little bottom. This time I did allow myself the privilege of kissing and licking it. "You have the most perfect bottom Simone, it is delicious." Then I worked down the back of her legs, paying particular attention to the spot behind her knees and down to her ankles and the soles of her dainty feet. Her skin was as smooth as silk so I presumed she must have shaved her legs as well as between her thighs. Then I flipped her onto her back again. Now I started inside her ankles and calves, opening her legs as I did so; then up to the inside of her knees then onward until she had her lovely legs wide open and I was kissing and licking that sensitive area inside the top of her thighs right next to her pussy. "Please Arry please; I cannot ztand it anymore" she said and that's when I started to lick that beautiful little bald pussy. I kissed and sucked on her outer lips then sucked the small inner ones which were puffy and wet. She moaned and writhed under me and I took my time, burying my face into her delicious moisture and licking her as deep as I could go. Her little clit was swollen when I started licking it and she cried out as I took it between my lips and started using my tongue on it. She bucked under me and grabbed my hair with her hands; holding me against her. Then she started gasping "ah, ah, ah" until the spasms began and she let out a long cry as she jerked and twisted in her climax. Finally she pulled me away and she looked at me with those big eyes wide "Oh Arry, zat was zo good I zought I might die! You must love me to ave done zat to me." I just lay there with my head resting on her belly for a few minutes then she said "My turn" and stood me up and took off my t shirt then my shorts and finally pulled my jocks down over my stiff cock. She then pushed me down on my back on the bed and started doing to me what I had just done to her; kissing me everywhere and working her way down my chest, nipples and belly. While I was enjoying this greatly I took the time to look at her. She was almost beyond belief in her beauty. Her creamy skin was unbroken without even one freckle or mole or blemish as far as I could tell, not even a pimple; I had never seen that on another human being before. She didn't even have a visible tan line. It was getting hard to concentrate as, by now, she was down to where the top of my pubes should be. She gently took my rigid cock in one hand and examined it closely, lifting it and looking around it as if it was a new species she had discovered. Then she examined my scrotum, weighing it in her hand and gently kneading it. Coming back to my cock she kissed the swollen purple head whispering, in wonder I suppose. "Oh Arry, it is zo big and ztiff. It would never fit inside me." She then took as much as she could into her mouth and, for a beginner, started sucking me very nicely. "Simone," I said, trying to breathe normally "trust me, it is a very normal size and I assure you that it would fit inside you and even bigger ones will. You will find out some day." Lifting her head from me she said "I do not want a bigger one, I want zis one and I will find out today." With that she rose up and squatted over me and rubbed the head of my cock against her swollen bald lips. "No Simone, don't!" I said but to no avail. She pushed down on me and the head disappeared inside her. I felt the resistance and then she lifted up and pushed down hard and my entire length slid into her and she cried out at the same time. It was like being gripped in a velvet vice or something! I grabbed her hips to hold her still for I knew the slightest movement would tip me over the edge. I could feel myself throbbing inside her. She didn't move except to lean forward so her face was close to mine. A tear dripped from each of those big eyes onto my chest and I thought my heart would break for her. She smiled as another tear dropped and she whispered to me "I am a woman now." Then she slowly leant down and kissed me gently on the lips. I think that was the moment I realised I was starting to fall in love with this divine woman/child. Neither of us moved for what seemed like an eternity but was probably just thirty seconds or so then I gently rolled her over so she was on her back and I was on top while I stayed fully inside. her. "Simone, you must promise me you will make me stop if I am hurting you in any way at all." "Yes Arry, I promise but I cannot believe ow yuge you are in me," she whispered while looking at me with that beautiful face and those big eyes. I started to move very slowly inside her, pulling out a little then sliding back in. My God, she was gripping me so tightly I had to concentrate hard so I would not explode too soon. She started moving against me and I took that as a sign she was not in pain so my strokes became deeper and then faster. She lifted her head and kissed me full on the mouth and the next thing my tongue was fighting hers and we were passionately kissing like there was no tomorrow. Her legs lifted up and I could feel her heels on my lower back as our dance of passion became faster and faster. While we were still kissing she screamed into my mouth and I felt the spasms starting but this time I could also feel the muscles inside her pussy (I guess) clenching and relaxing around me. To say it was highly erotic would be a complete understatement. Somehow I managed to stop myself cumming until her spasms started to subside then I couldn't hold it any longer and pulled out and away from her and spurted over her belly. When our breathing started to return to normal Simone whispered "Arry, I love you." To which I replied "Simone, I love you too my darling." And I meant it. When I eventually rolled away I saw that there were traces of blood both on me and on her belly. She had done this for me as much as for herself. "Are you OK my darling?" I asked. "I ave never felt more wonderful in my life. Zank you for zhowing me what it is to be a woman." "Wait here" I said and I went into the ensuite and warmed a washer and got some towels. Upon my return I cleaned the mess on her belly and then, very gently, wiped between her legs. I finished off wiping myself before lying down beside her and holding her in my arms. "Arry, zere is blood on your zheets." She whispered. "Bugger the sheets" I said, "that will wash out." The rest of the day was a bit of a blur as she eventually dressed and returned to her place and I washed and hung out the sheets and got on with my work. My thoughts kept straying to her. It was lust of course but there was something more there. Mid-afternoon she came back in, smelling fresh and with some unknown but highly attractive perfume on. She was wearing shorts and a top and had some warm biscuits she had just baked. The breath caught in my throat at the sight of her. We sat and had tea and biscuits as if nothing had happened but eventually I gently asked her how she was. She said she was a little sore but that it was also the loveliest feeling she had ever had. It took all my willpower not to grab her and have my way with her again but I knew that would probably really hurt her and I couldn't stand the thought. She went back home and the next morning I caught the train into the city to do a few jobs and meet some friends as previously planned. That evening a few of us met up at the City Tattersalls Club for drinks. It was a great old stamping ground and I knew it would be a late night so I had booked myself into my favourite hotel nearby, the Sofitel Wentworth in Phillip St. We drank and ate far too much as usual and several of my friends suggested that they knew some lovely girls who would suit me completely and who I should take out. In the past I would have jumped at the chance however I politely told them, thanks but no thanks. They all looked at me as if I had some sort of brain disease but left it at that. I was starting on the path of no return I think. I got the train back on Friday afternoon after finishing my appointments in town. There was a message on my home phone inviting me to have drinks with Pauline and Samuel when they got home from work. This was going to be difficult! I wondered if I could keep my eyes off Simone. I went in around 6pm and it turned out to be a great time and I ended up staying for dinner. Simone was the sublime actress, giving me a quick hug and then feigning a complete lack of interest in our conversation because some program was on television she wanted to watch. Then during dinner she acted as the disinterested teenager and left the table as soon as we had all finished. I didn't see her at all over the weekend so I occupied myself with house cleaning and work, interrupted by the occasional swim and a couple of runs. Monday morning came and she appeared at the backdoor at 9am after her parents had left for work. She had that summer dress on again which started me swelling as soon as I saw her. This time it was a kiss on both cheeks then a passionate open mouth kiss to follow. That, of course, had a further effect on me and I was about to take her in my arms when she said "Arry, guess what? I ave my period zince Zaturday and zere is no cramps and no pain." I hugged her and told her that was wonderful and said I would be on my best behaviour for the next few days. She looked at me with her head tilted a little and said very seriously "Zat will be good because after zat we can be very naughty togesser I zink." Well that was nearly the end of me so I said "get home before I attack you." She laughed and ran out the door and I had that funny feeling in my throat again. It was Wednesday morning before I saw her again. I was reading the paper in the kitchen when she came in. She did the both cheeks trick and then a lovely passionate kiss. "Simone, it is unfair to kiss me like that when we can't do any more after." "Well you cannot but I can" she said as she started to rub me through my shorts. The reaction was quite obvious to us both and the next thing was she was undoing and unzipping me. "Simone! What are you doing?" I said. "Can you not guess?" she replied and took my cock out of my underpants. "Oh look, e is ready to play," she said. With a couple of strokes she had me rock hard and then she took me in her mouth. My protests went on deaf ears and it wasn't long before I told her she needed to stop as I was getting close. She proceeded to suck me even harder and I called out "Please Simone I can't hold it." I moaned as I emptied myself into her mouth and she just knelt there holding me in her mouth for a while. Then she looked up at me and it was obvious she had swallowed. She smiled and said "Zere is no point in bose of us being frustrated and you tasted very nice. I eard about zis from a girl at school, zhe tells everyone zhe does it to er boyfriend because e wants to ave zex wis er but zhe does not want to ave zex wis im because zhe wants to ztay a virgin. Ha! Zhe is as much a virgin as I am now. I zink zhe is cruel." She was wise beyond her years this one. "Zhe zaid it is called a `blow job'. I zink zat is a zilly name because it is a `zuck job'. Did you like it?" "It was wonderful Simone but I can't return the favour to you." "Do not worry, in a couple of days you can do wis me what you like. Can I ave a cup of tea please?" Just like that; as if we were discussing the weather. What else could I do but put the jug on? Friday morning came and the phone rang about 8.30. It was Simone checking if I was home which was unusual. I said I was just about to step into the shower so she said she would come over in about 15 minutes. A few minutes later I had my head under the hot water when I felt a slight draft. Next thing there was an arm around my neck; lips onto mine; a tongue in my mouth and a hand stroking my cock. I opened my eyes and, of course, it was Simone, naked in the shower with me. She pulled her mouth away long enough to say "Guess what? My period as finished" Between the action of her tongue and the action of her hand I was rock hard very quickly. I reached down between her legs and could feel her internal moisture. The little minx had been planning this! I put my hands under her delightful bottom and lifted her and she quickly guided me into her tightness. Holding her like that I backed her up to the shower wall and started pumping into her hard and fast. Within 30 seconds she was crying out and then I felt those muscles rhythmically squeezing me inside her and very soon after I exploded. I felt like I was pumping litres into her, it seemed to go on for so long. When I finally put her down she exclaimed "Wow Arry what was zat? Zat was like lightning or zomesing. I was oping to take zome time now zat I can." "I think we were both ready very soon" I replied. "That's called a `quickie' and that's what happens when both of you have very little time to have sex." "Well it was lovely anyway and I feel all zquishy again. I could feel you zrobbing in me, was zat when you were putting your zperm inside me?" "It's my semen and yes it was and it was lovely to be able to do it. You make me climax very quickly." "Well next time we can take our time. A `quickie' is wonderful but I zink a `slowie' would be even better." She then decided she would wash me. She worked her way down my back from my shoulders. "You ave a delicious bottom also Arry" she giggled. Then down my front and she took great delight paying special attention between my legs. Needless to say after we dried each other we ended up on my bed having a `slowie' which didn't finish until late morning by which time she had experienced several orgasms and I had cum again twice in her beautiful little tight pussy. Once again I didn't see her over the weekend as she stayed right away while her parents were at home. We both agreed the temptation would be too great if we were in each other's company and the thought of being "caught in the act" was far too dangerous to even contemplate. Weekdays for the next couple of weeks however were a different matter and most mornings we had a `slowie' in my bed followed by a swim and play in the pool and then sometimes another after lunch. Several times we just went in the pool naked and `skinny dipped'. A sight I will remember for the rest of my life will be watching her dive gracefully into the pool; seeing that pert bum and those long legs disappear! Then holding her against me in the water while we kissed and feeling her nipples as hard as little pebbles from the cold. A few times we made love again there and then in the pool. For someone who had just discovered the joys of sex, she didn't seem to be able to get enough. By now I was able to pace myself against the tightness of her pussy so I could give her two or three climaxes before it all became too much and I spurted inside her. I tried to be firm with Simone who thought that popping in at any time was a signal for rampant sex. I had to impress upon her the importance of my work and the importance of meeting deadlines, especially when many people in Dubai were relying on me. I also explained that her presence, in a bikini or some other piece of clothing that showed off her body was way too much of a temptation for me to say `to hell with work' and lose a morning, or an afternoon, or sometimes both! Of course all this was going to change after the end of January because a new school year would be starting. Once we had established the guidelines she respected them. It sounds crazy but she didn't act anything like a `normal' fourteen year old. She seemed mature far beyond her years. Perhaps that was one reason she found it hard to make friends with people her own age. She was uninterested in things like smart phones; reality TV shows and Facebook friends. Things an ordinary teenager would be frantic about. She loved to sit and talk (usually after our sexual appetites had been slaked) about all sorts of things, from growing up in the small coastal village of Sarzeau in Brittany, Western France to where in the world she wanted to explore when she was older, (pretty much everywhere.) I never felt I needed to `talk down' to her. I regard myself as a fairly intelligent man. Not because I have a university degree or because I run a successful multi-million dollar company (which, in fairness, I inherited) but I think I have a good general knowledge. I have always been an avid reader and have a love of history and world events. Simone and I could talk for hours and the subjects were almost limitless. She asked hundreds of questions and I always attempted to answer them honestly and just not from my point of view. She seemed to be able to absorb information like a sponge. Her parents had already told me she was top of her year at school so perhaps her thirst for knowledge was another one of the reasons she had few friends there. Simone's school year started a week after Australia Day. She was due to start on the Tuesday as the day before was a `pupil free day' for the staff. She had promised me she would come and say goodbye before she went off to catch the train to school. Her parents both left for work as usual around 8am and she came to my backdoor about ten past. I was almost shocked to see her in her Summer school uniform. She looked so young and innocent! Without going into fashion details, (of which I know nothing,) she had on a short sleeve dress made of little blue and white checks that came to just below her knees with white bits at the neck and the ends of the sleeves. It appeared that it had been deliberately designed to look like a sack and hide any curves that the wearer may have. She wore white stockings/socks that came up to just below her knees and black slip-on shoes. Her hair was in a single thick plait down the middle of her back. She was carrying her backpack and her broad brimmed hat which she put down and then did a twirl. "What do you zink Arry?" I told her she looked lovely as always and she smiled that million watt smile. She put on her serious face and said "I want to zhow you zomesing orrible." And with that she pulled up the bottom of her dress to show me a pair of white panties through which I could clearly see the outline of the mound of her pussy. "Are zey not orrible?" she exclaimed, "we ave to wear zem as part of our uniform." I discovered later they were called `Cottontails' and all the girls were required to wear them under their uniform. I thought they looked unbelievably sexy with the white cotton next to her creamy smooth thighs and my loins started to respond. "I ave been zinking" she said with that very serious face again that I had got used to. "I zink we zhould ave a quickie before I go to zchool. Zere are zree reasons" she said, as if she had to justify it. "One; I think it is always good to ave an orgasm when ztarting za day; two, I will feel zquishy most of za day and zat will be nice and zree, I will be zmiling a lot and nobody will know why." "Come along" she said as if giving me an order and with that she reached over and grasped me through my shorts. "Well zomebody zinks it is a good idea!" And with that she literally led me by the cock to my bedroom. She went into the ensuite and grabbed a towel and laid it on the bed. "We do not want to make a mess on anysing." Then she slipped off her shoes; pulled her panties down and off; lifted her dress up to her waist and lay back on the towel with her knees bent and her legs spread as if it was the most normal thing in the world to do. I could already see moisture on her inner pussy lips and within seconds my shorts and jocks were off and I climbed on the bed with her. For a moment I realised I was just about to fulfil nearly every man's fantasy; of having sex with a teenager in her school uniform but then I was distracted by Simone taking me in hand and guiding me to the opening of her pussy. I very smoothly slid into her warm wet tightness and as I worked myself in and out of her, I felt her heels on my back. She was opening herself as much as she could and every now and then I felt myself touching her cervix and it wasn't long before she was crying out and the spasms started. The muscles squeezing on my cock had the desired effect and I emptied myself into her. We lay together while I covered her face and neck in kisses and then I got up and cleaned us both with a warm washer from the ensuite. She got up from the bed, grabbed her panties and went into the ensuite "I ave zomesing to do" she said. When she returned she said "I ave put in a tampon to ztop any leaks and I feel just lovely." Blimey, is there anything this woman/child doesn't think through? She gave me a long lingering kiss, put her shoes back on and picked up her hat and backpack. "I will zee you zis afternoon my love I ope." Off she went to catch her train and I thought to myself; here I am at twenty four years of age, in love and having illicit sex with an underage fourteen year old schoolgirl and I am breaking the law and I am totally at the point where, if I can't be with her forever, I really don't give a flying fuck what happens to me. I was a totally shot duck.