Date: Tue, 6 Feb 2018 08:35:45 -0500 (EST) From: E MOSER Subject: François: Departure and Beginnings 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: Departure and Beginnings by Larry Marian The two lay side by side on the big, rumpled bed. They held hands, lying on their sides so they could look at each other in the dawn's light. In many ways they were a study in contrast. François was now 18, six foot three, with close cropped curly black hair and ebony skin except for his hands and the bottom of his feet. His dick, even soft, was six inches long and thick, Paige was 14, maybe five foot one, with long blond hair and an all over tan, including her 32 B melon shaped breasts and her rather hairy pussy. "I'm going to miss you, darling, " Paige whispered. "I will miss you, to. But you have Mason, as always." "And you have Simone. Now she loves you, François. Her cries when you make love to her show that." "And your moans when you are with Mason show your love for him." Paige sat up in the bed. "I wish we had time for love one more time, darling. But I have to shower and get dressed for school and you and Simone need to get on the road to California. I'm going to make sure Mason is up. I'll send Simone to you and shower with Mason. His sister will be here in less than an hour to take us to school. " "You are right. I'm getting up now." "It will be a long time before I see you like this," she said. Paige bent over François, gently took his flaccid cock in her hand, kissed the tip, then took the head into her willing mouth as it sprang up to hardness and at least eight inches. "Bye, my friend," she said and released it and headed for the concubine's bedroom through the adjoining door. There lay Mason, her first love and Simone, François' second concubine and his companion for their studies in California, he in college and she in a private girls prep school. Like Paige and François the two were lying above the covers of a very rumpled bed, except both were on their backs, she with her legs parted, displaying a carefully trimmed pussy, and he with his morning wood. Paige looked for a second, then bent down and took Mason's cock in her mouth and gave it a few bobs before releasing it. "Mason. Simone. Time to get up. " She shook both of them. "Simone - François awaits you. Mason. Shower time." Four eyes blinked open. "Uh," came from Mason. "You are correct," Simone said and got up after kissing Mason. Soon Paige and Mason stood facing each other in the shower, soaping each other, but rapidly as they had to be moving. The soap was off, the water off, towels riding the two bodies of water, then dressing, plain panties for Paige and boxers for Mason, a pair of shorts for each, crocks for their feet,, a tee for Paige and a polo shirt for Mason and they were dressed except for a quick comb of her hair for Paige. They both grabbed their light book bags and came out to find François and Simone also dressed, their one remaining suitcase ready to go. "Let's go," François said. "I think we will all miss this place." "I want to reserve this for Paige's and my wedding night," Mason said. "There will be room for the best man and the maid of honor, I'm sure." There were nods from three heads. Soon they were checked out, the one suitcase strapped to the bonnet luggage rack,, François in the driver's seat and Simone in the passenger, with Paige standing by François and Mason by Simone. Both leaned in for one more long kiss and the touch of a breast, then both stood up, the MG started, they stepped back and the MG began to head west. Paige and Mason stepped close together, held hands and waved as their lovers drove away from the sunrise, The beep of a horn brought the two back as Marsha came to drive the three to Jones Lab School. They sat in the far back seat and made out for the ten minute ride to school. * * * * * * * * * As soon as Paige got into her 6th block study hall, she pulled a small pouch with her razor, travel cream, and small barber scissors in it and approached the study hall teacher. "Ms Garcia, may I go to the rest room. Personal situation." "Sure, Paige. So soon?" She smiled. "Different situation, ma'am." "Go ahead." "I may be awhile." "Okay, Madam President," and she grinned as she handed Paige the pass. As soon as she got to High School Rest Room #1 she went to the far stall, got out the materials. She worked rapidly but carefully with the scissors to trim the hair around her lips and shape a small "V" above her clit, then took shaving cream and began to shave the shortened hairs, She heard somebody come in and she looked up to see Mason at the far end urinal. "Well, hi, Mason. Didn't expect to see you here." Mason turned around. "Hi, Paige. What are you doing?" "Anybody else in here?" "Just us." "You know François likes my pussy hairy and you like her shaved. Well, I know you saw she was covered while he was here. You only went down on me twice while he was here. So now that he's gone, I wanted to shave her as fast as possible, No time this morning until now. So. Wipe off the excess soap with some tissue, flush, put stuff away. Damp towel to wipe everything. Dry towel to dry, and back to study hall. "You know the first meeting of volunteers for the Locker Club is after school. I hope there's something you can do while its going on. I told Mom to pick us up if we miss the late bus. " "Oh, I can find something to do. If nothing else, Desiree will want me to show her something or Georges will want me to show him more stuff about basketball." "I'm glad they're fitting in well as best I can tell." "Their foster parents are nice." Mason looked around quickly and gave Paige a quick kiss. "See you after school, love." "After school, sweetheart." And they were out the door and headed back to their class, Paige to study hall and Mason to German. Back in the room Paige devoted part of her time to looking at the notes she'd made for the Locker Club applicants - two seniors, a boy and a girl, three juniors, two girls and a boy, three sophomores, all girls, three freshman, a boy and two girls - one of them herself, two eighth grade girls and two seventh grade girls. Now how many were straight, gay, and bi? How many had a study hall and when? How often could they leave study hall? Well, after school, she would find out. So after school came. Paige headed for PR #12, the new one that could hold up to 12 people - for private meetings they said. She'd heard rumors of a couple of orgies in the two eight person rooms last year. She went in and waited for the applicants to appear. They trickled in, most kids she knew from last year. Then Gwen walked in, followed a minute later by Jenna, and the two at once sat on a low couch and held hands. One of the probable eighth grade girls was new. Right after her came Mason. "What are you doing here?" she asked in surprise. "Well, my love, I figured what's sauce for the gander is sauce for the goose." The veterans of the beginning semester laughed at that. Finally, Desiree came in and both Mason and Paige looked bewildered. "Look, Mason, take Desiree and the new girl to another room, would you, and make sure they know what this is all about. Ask Jenna to come to, okay. I think François would kill both of us if she became a member. " Mason nodded his head, collected the two new girls and led them out. A few minutes later he returned with just Desiree. "She says she just wants to listen. She agrees she's not ready for this," he said quietly to Paige. "Okay. Hi, everybody. I know all of you here now. I'm a bit surprised but happy to see so many who want to expand the services of the Locker Club. First of all, it will run like it did last year - just more lockers. A person interested will put a note in your locker with a request, and a time and place and their locker number. You look at note and decide if you want to honor the request or not and reply to them by placing a note back in their locker. I'm assuming that all of you here have participated in oral sex, hopefully giving and receiving, "So, I think we know most names, but give your normal name and announce if you are willing to help boys, girls, or both, and what classes you will help. I'll start off, but everybody else go by class, starting with the seniors. Okay?" Paige got nods and resumed, "I'm Paige and I'm a freshman. I'm bi, but mostly I go for boys. I'll take on a girl on a case by case basis and I'll only accept freshman and higher as a general rule." "Okay. I'm Kyle and a senior. I'm mostly into girls, but I have to admit I've had a couple sessions with one guy. So I'd say girls for the most part and maybe some special boy. I'd say my fellow seniors and maybe a few juniors for guys and all the way down to eighth grade for girls. "I'm Nancy, a senior. Boys only. Seniors and maybe a few juniors if I know he's hunk." "I'm Betty, a junior. Again, boys only. Juniors and seniors. I'll think about a sophomore, maybe." "I'm Becky, but you all know me by Sandy, so let's let it go at that. I'm bi, and about evenly bi, so down to eighth grade girls, and senior and junior boys. "I'm Donavan, the boy junior. I'm bi, too, but more into girls. Girls - any grade who wants me. The same way with boys, but probably not seventh graders. "I'm Gwen, a sophomore. Girls. Period. And any age is fine. "I'm Susan, another sophomore, Mostly boys, maybe a girl or so. I'd say sophomore and up for me for both. "I'm Abby, the third sophomore. Boys. No offense, but just boys. Maybe some freshmen, but I prefer older guys. "Well, I'm Mason, a freshman. For the most part girls. I'm bi, but about girls 80 per cent. Girls of any age. Boys, well, guess the same. "I'm Lizzie, also a freshman. Boys. Freshman and up." "I'm Sarah, the remaining eighth grader. I'm not particular. I've had fun with both. Any grade, but I'm not sure about seventh grade boys." "I'm Elizabeth, not Liz or Lizzie. I'm in the seventh grade. I'm not real experienced, but I'll try. I guess up to sophomore. I've seen some senior and junior boys. Just too big. " "Well, I know I'm over here, but I'm Desiree and in the seventh. I love helping people, but I have no experience at all. So maybe I'll come back. I know some of you here." "Okay. Thanks to all of you for your honesty. Here's what's going to happen. Make sure you remember my locker number. Tomorrow drop a note in mine - it's 937. Put on it if you have a study hall and can you get out during it. If you prefer a boy or a girl put that on the note and write down your locker number. Then, the next day or so you will get a note asking for a meeting at a specific time and place. You will meet somebody who I know is a good judge - in some cases it might even be me - who will evaluate how good you are and then I'll try to work up a schedule. "I'm not sure what will happen with girls wanting this service. I will tell you that last year I got a note from one girl - and she disguised that until she walked into the PR. Any questions?" Nancy raised her hand. "Yes, Nancy?" "What about cum shots?" "Okay. If you don't want one, I'd tell him. If he gives you one without asking let me know and he will be blackballed. Forever, as far as I'm concerned. Me. I won't mention it, but I think knowing this student body that the word will get out by the end of school tomorrow that a guy has to have permission for one. Period, " Sarah raised her hand and asked, "Paige what's a cum shot?" "That's when a guy doesn't cum in your mouth or point his dick away from you when he does cum. So you get it on your face and maybe your boobs, and maybe your hair. Now, honest, I've had three cum shots total. Each one I started because that's what I wanted then. If you've never experienced one - odds are, you are going to get cum in your hair. The only thing you can do is wash your hair. "It's hard to wash your hair after school at Jones and it's harder to sneak past your mother with cum in your hair to wash it." "I never understood why a guy would want to do that," Susan said. "I agree. Like I said, it's happened to me three times and each time I wanted to do it for my own reason. Now - let me tell you my secret - why this tale that I give the best blow job in the world. "Simply, either the guy sticks his prick in your mouth or you take it in. You go back and forth until he cums. You either swallow or spit it out. Spitting in a PR isn't easy. Guys like it when you swallow. BUT!! that's not a great blow job. "Okay, guys, I'm talking to most of the girls and they guys who will give one. If you don't, chill for a bit. Here's the secret, first, praise the dick. It's long, its thick, the head looks cute, etc. Guys like that. They're proud of their dong. Build up their pride. Next - variety. Lick it. Suck it. Kiss it. Don't forget the balls. Moan. Stop and tell him how great it feels in your mouth. The most important thing - enjoy what you are doing and let him know that sucking his cock is great and you WANT to do it. "I'm not the great expert on eating a pussy - but the same thing applies. Praise the pus. Pay attention to what you are doing. Use the tongue. Maybe later one of you who has more experience then I do will talk to those who want to be a great muff diver. "Okay? Looks like it's time to break up - OOPS!! One last thing. I do not look on this as turning us into prostitutes or whores. Last year no money changed hands. This year - and this can get out by rumor - a blow job or going down costs $5.00. Of that, three goes to the school fund, one goes to each class that has an actual treasury, and one goes to the active participant -maybe for toothpaste or mouth wash - I don't know, That done-you keep all tips! Keep in touch. We should be ready to go by next Monday and start on Tuesday. Okay? Thanks for coming." Ten minutes later Paige and Mason were getting dressed by their respective lockers, with the candidates spaced along the high school corridor and where it joined the middle school one. As Paige drew on her plain white panties, Desiree came, still nude, carrying her clothes. "May I dress with you?" she asked. "Sure," Paige replied. "How's it going?" "Classes are good. There is so much here than at home. We have one computer in the school for all the students. My classmates are friendly and they want to know all about Africa. But there is much that is strange, too. For example, what is `making out'? Some of the girls talk about it. "Um. Well, I'm sort of an expert, Desiree. I've made out with your brother a lot. And with Mason. And Sam - you know Sam, Jenna's guy. It's sort of the start to making love. A bit hard to explain." "Demonstrate perhaps?" "Well, you can see it in movies to some extent." "Mason. Could you show me how? Would that be proper?" "Okay, Mason. `Once more into the breech,' as they say in those war movies you like to watch," Paige said, "Desiree, I will try to help you out. Of course the first is to have a boy friend - or, I guess, a girl friend - in which case Jenna would be the best guide. But I will substitute until you snatch a boy friend. That might not be too long. You are a very beautiful girl." "Thank you, Mason," Desiree said and, while wearing only her plain white panties, she grasped her invisible skirts and dropped a perfect curtsey. Mason, who had sat down on one of the benches, stood up and gave a formal European bow, his right arm in front of his stomach and his left arm behind his back. "You are welcome, sister of my brother." "Oh, wow," Paige said. "High drama here!" "Hey. I managed to get inside. I'm parked outside. Get finished dressing or you guys are gonna walk home!" Marsha called down the hall. "And hey, I'm sorry. I planned on coming to your meeting. It's okay with him. You can fill me in when we get home." "Wow. Incest or nepotism here," Paige said. "Vice is nice but ..." Mason started. "Stop!" Paige said and prevented his talking with her tongue in his mouth. Later that night, after dinner, after talking about the visit from Darkest Africa, about how school was going for Desiree and Georges, after the two making love in their own bed twice, both times with Paige riding Mason, they lay side by side in the dark, her hand fondling his tired cock, his hand slowing sliding back and forth between her pussy lips, she said, "Mason, love, you have a problem." "What's that, Pretty Paige?" "A twelve year old girl named Desiree." "How so?" "Oh, how can boys be so stupid? The girl is head over heals in lust with you! What are you going to do?" "She is? She's François' kid sister. She's twelve." "Yep. And she wants to fuck you, love. I think you need to love her. But I think you need to do that and let her move on. I think you need to go slowly. Show her how to make out. Start with kissing, of course. But real kissing. French kissing. You'll have to invent reasons for her to come here or to my house where you can sneak away. Her foster parents are not modern, though dear. You have to do this dressed. Let her learn about being undressed. That's something I've never really learned." Paige laughed. "You have helped other young girls. Desiree is special." "You sure?" "Boys are so damn dumb! Yes, I'm sure. Now start by making it easier for her to see you in school. I'll ride shotgun on Georges, but I think that the soccer coach is going to grab him and he'll be at practice in two more weeks. "Now, sweet my love. Let's go to sleep now and wake up in time so I can take care of your morning wood. Maybe in two different places." She kissed him. He kissed her. The next morning, it was twice and different. 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.