Date: Fri, 2 Feb 2018 10:25:40 -0500 (EST) From: E MOSER Subject: François: François Returns with Siblings and Concubine 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 Returns with Siblings and Concubine by Larry Marian Paige read the e-mail for the third time. "Darling Paige, We will arrive four days before your school begins. Desiree, who is the second daughter of my father's fourth wife is 12 and should be in the seventh grade and Georges, who is the eldest son of my father's third wife, is ten and should be in the fifth grade. MaMa will be along representing their birth mothers. In addition, there will be Simone, who is 16 and will accompany me to California to enter a girl's school there. As you may guess, she has become my second concubine, after you, dearest one and `senior concubine.' " So he now has a real concubine, she thought. Should this break us up? I love him so much. Four days before school starts? That's in two weeks. She first tore up the print out and then sat back down at the "dorm" computer and typed in a quick e-mail. "Dear François, when will you leave for California? How will you get there? Will we see each other here? Love, Paige, senior concubine," Then she went out of her room, got her bike, and headed for the West Side Pool, which was between her house and Mason's. On the way she stopped under a shade tree, got out her phone, and called Mason. "Hi, Love," she said. "I'm headed to the pool to get a quick swim. You want to come to? Great. Look, after we swim, can we go back to your house. Yeah, Mom's at home and so is Pat and Sylvia. No privacy there. Your sister doesn't count. Okay. Love you. Bye." That done, she was back on her bike and heading for the pool. Once there she went into the girl's dressing room and undressed, putting her clothes and back pack in a basket and locked it, took her towel and headed back out. A full length mirror hung on the wall next to the door and she looked at it. Her tan lines were almost gone now, though that one afternoon that got her breasts sun burned was an unpleasant memory. ` "You look beautiful, Paige, " came from behind her so she turned to see Mason smiling at her. "I see you're almost an all over tan." "Remember what started the protest? Well, you don't have a Weisswurst any longer!" She laughed as they joined hands and headed for the pool. They actually were in the water only about twenty minutes when they got out, went to their separate dressing rooms where Paige put on her shorts and tee and stuffed her bra and new thong in the back pack. They headed towards Mason's house, dropped their bikes at the back door, entered and headed for what had been Mason's bedroom and was now theirs, now theirs three nights one week and four the next, now that Jenna lived with her dad. On the way, Marsha came out of her room, dressed to go out. "Hey," she said. "Early, Paige?" "No. I'll go home and come back later. I don't have a change of clothes for tomorrow. Where you going?" "See Jerry. The house is empty, so you can yell all you want." "Gee, thanks," Mason said, taking off his shirt as he and Paige entered the bedroom and she shut the door. At once her arms were around him, squeezing him to her, his back to her front, as she rubbed her breasts and mons venus into his back and butt. "God. I want you so badly, Mason. I need you!." as she gripped the bottom of his pull over while still grinding her braless boobs into his back. "You are horny! And we made love in our bed at your house last night! " "I know. And it was great. But I want you now so much, Mason. What do you want first? Fuck or suck? Suck or fuck? " The bottom of his pull over was high enough she could begin to play with his boy nipples while her hard ones rubbed against both their tops. He managed to turn around and kiss her. "What was the first thing we did with each other?" "You fingered me and I beat you off. We both came. Jenna was pissed." "No, of the choices you just gave me." "Ah," Paige said and smiled. Holding on to Mason, Paige slid to her knees in front of him and reached out and touched the front of his jeans, feeling his hard cock. She raised both her arms. "Take my top off, Mason," she murmured and he did. Then she quickly worked his belt, zipper, and waist button, then tugged his jeans and boxers off him, freeing his now six inch cock. "So beautiful," she said softly. "Shaft so hard and tip so soft. You always taste so good and that's before you cum." She began to lick and kiss the tip before running her lips down the bottom of the shaft before sucking his balls, one after the other. Mason groaned in anticipation. "You want my mouth on your cock, don't you my love?" she asked, teasing the leaking head. "Yes. Yes, Paige. Suck it, Paige. Blow me. Yes," as she took his shaft deep into her mouth and even throat. Each time she paused to lick and kiss the tip she looked up at him. "So good Mason. So good," and she went back to sucking the little four inch twelve year old thing, now six inches and thick as a banana. "Oh, God, Paige. I'll cum soon. Any second Paige, Any.,.,.YES!!OH SO GOOD!!! as Paige gulped to swallow Mason's sweet cum. She held the cock in her mouth until she knew he was finished and released it. She stood up and kissed him. "I can taste my own cum," he said. "I'm sure," she replied. Let's lie down on our bed. So they did after Mason kicked off his pants and boxers. Paige removed his shirt while he removed her top and then her shorts which allowed him to kiss and tongue her slit, causing her to moan. Her hand came to his crotch. "You're ready. I'm ready," she whispered in his ear. "This is new, but turn on your back, my love." Mason did and Paige sat on his groin, but facing his feet. She guided his cock into her pussy, slid down the length of the flesh shaft, then leaned back, supporting herself on her hands on either side of him. "Oh," she said. "You're deep, Mason. So good. I think my pussy and your cock love each other like you and I love each other." "You may be right, Paige. Oh, that feels good" as she began to bounce and he began to pump. She moaned heavily as Mason built up towards his cum, but she came first. "Yes, Oh, yes!!" she moaned as a minute later once more he shot his cum into her. After Paige got off Mason, they both lay down, hugging, touching, and kissing. "I got an e-mail from François today. He is coming with his sister and brother to attend CLS before driving to California for college. MaMa is coming too. In addition, his Number Two concubine is coming here and then going to California with him. She's going to go to a private girls' school while he goes to college." "When are they coming?" Mason's voice sounded a bit flat. "About two weeks. He said they would get here four days before school starts. I assume that means for the new students and the student guides, which includes both of us." "Is he going to leave as soon as his brother and sister are in CLS?" `I don't know. I asked him. Maybe I'll know when I get home. " There was a long pause before Mason said quietly, "I suppose you will sleep with him." Paige kissed Mason. "I don't know. He's brought a concubine with him. She's going to California with him. I suppose as a college student he will get an apartment. It could be that while he is here he will put her in another room and expect me to sleep with him like we three agreed. Maybe he'll just stay with her. Maybe he'll want to sleep with me one night and the rest with her. Maybe two nights. I don't know. And if he asks me to stay with him, how will I handle my parents? How about you? What do you think?" "I don't know, Paige. Look, I know that you've made love to him many times. I know that those last few nights before he left you slept with him at least one night." "It was only the one. And then I was led to where you slept and we made love." "We made a deal. But I really thought when he got on that plane he was gone." `I sort of did too. But I also wanted him back. Maybe that concubine - Simone is her name and she's 16 is a hint that I should give him up. I don't know. Maybe the next e-mail will say more. " "I wonder, Paige. You say "number two concubine." Okay, in some way you are head concubine, or were, or sometimes are and sometimes not, but is there a number three? Or four?" "I don't know. I guess if I were there I would know, but I probably wouldn't be able to ask that question." "Probably not. Uh, Paige. Guess what?" She laughed. "What?" She felt his hand slide between her thighs and a finger enter her outer lips. "I'm hard and you're wet. Want to make love again?" "You think you can do it again tonight before we go to sleep?" Mason answered by gently pushing Paige to her back and rolling on top. She spread her legs. "Let's find out!" "Yes," she said as she guided his cock into her pussy. When she climaxed a few minutes later, she again said `yes," but louder and more often. * * * * * * * * * Paige came back to Mason's for a three night stay at his. She had her bike on the rack of the Jefferson minivan and bag with a few replacement things. After all, she had a toothbrush, basic make-up, even a box of teen tampons, not to mention three sets of bras and panties with some outer clothes at his house and he had a toothbrush, some guy stuff, and his changes of clothes at her house. Her mom drove the van. "You seem a bit quiet, dear. Everything okay with you and Mason?" "Yeah, Mom. I'm just thinking. You know, being a teen can be tough." "Especially if you have a live in boyfriend and people asking you to sign that cover of Time. Paige laughed. "Actually, Mom right now I'm going over to be the live in girl friend." "Well, we're glad when Mason is there. We miss you when you're gone. But that will be the case, more and more, even if we were more normal. Okay, kid. Grab your stuff, get your bike. I'm going to go down to that specialty shop and get some whips, masks, a black girdle, and a Nazi uniform since Pat is over at Sylvia's. Your dad says he wants to party tonight." Paige grinned, went and got her bike, came back and said, "Sounds like fun, Mom. Can you keep them long enough so I can try them on Mason? Or shall we be a mother daughter team? Can I whip Dad? You may whip Mason." She gave her mom a hurried kiss on the cheek and dashed away, wheeling her bike to the safe zone behind the house. * * * * * * * * * They lay in their bed, one night light still on. The evening had been fun with a nice meal and then Paige and Mason trying to learn to play bridge with Marsha and Jerry. But Paige had serious thoughts. "I got another e-mail from François after I got home," she said, her head resting on Mason's pillow, her hand exploring the bare chest she had so often the past year. "I did too. So who shows their secret first?" Mason asked. "Well, going back to our firsts - I saw you naked before you saw me naked. So, I guess you go first." They laughed at that, "Okay. François sent me a rather long e-mail. I didn't print it out, but I can if you want to check it against what I'm saying now. He reminded me that we are brothers, that we both love a wonderful girl who loves both of us in return." "I'm about to cry," Paige said and laughed. "Yeah. He said he would be here some four days while his two siblings got into school and housing and stuff and would be here after that for maybe a week longer. He said he wanted to spend as much time with you as he could then. "He thought the first days might not be a problem - that we could use the cover of helping his sister and brother Desiree and Georges, and his `friend' - as he put her, Simone, get used to American ways. It might be the week later that would present barriers. He also mentioned that he did not want to treat Simone as his grandfather and even his father might, Would I be willing to help and how could that work out? "I got the idea that he was offering Simone in exchange for you. What do you think?" "He sorta was. But what I got was the idea that if Simone hung out with you and you with her, that perhaps you'd want to snuggle up. It was not an idea that he was going to order her as lord to let you fuck her. In return, he and I could then snuggle in private. "Okay. Bottom line. Do I want to see François? Yes. Do I want to make love with him? Yes. Do I want to sleep with him? Yes. Do I want to hurt you? No. So, can I be with my other love for some ten or so days, if things can work out - and I'll get to that in a moment - and not hurt you? " "If anybody can, it would be you, Paige." With that she kissed him, deeply. "Here's what François wants to tell US, and suggest. Their flight to Dulles lands at two in the morning. They take a private jet to us, which lands about four. So they go to their hotel and crash. Sounds like they have the Presidential Suite and then some. About ten François comes and picks up you and me to meet his brother and sister and Simone and we then go explore. He gets a bit foggy about then, but it appears he puts me and him together and you and Simone. If you and Simone hit it off, everything is solved. I sleep with him the next ten days; you sleep with Simone. Everybody is content and then François and Simone ride off into the sunset. Question is - you and Simone?" "So, if it were just you and François there would be no problem?" "There would be a problem, I'm sure. You know we can't lie. I can't say I'm sleeping with you when I am with François. But, you meet Simone, François' concubine #2. You mesh. So you two sleep together for the next week or so. In the meantime, I'm sleeping with François - maybe in the next room. What happens when they leave for California?" "Well, they leave for California. We stand there next to each other and watch them ride off away from the sunrise. As soon as they are over the horizon, I take you in my arms, kiss you passionately, guide you to a near by clump of bushes, ease you to the ground and make mad, passionate love to you, made easier by neither of us wearing underwear. Then we go to your house or mine and make love again. How does that sound, Paige?" "Might work! I hope it does" "I think it will. But I know that François is smart and so are you. And me. I love you, Paige. I know even before the first time we tried to see what the experiment did, I wanted to be with you forever. I think we can work it out." "Mason, my first love. I think we can, too, * * * * * * * * * Paige and Mason, along with Ms. Jefferson waited by the private plane ramp as the Lear taxied to its spot and stopped. The engines shut down and the door opened. Paige bit her lip. I must remain calm, she thought, No passion. A peck on the cheek. Period. End of subject. We can get away for a bit after we get to the hotel. Period, Mom is here. Mason and I are just here for a few days to help Desiree, Georges, and this other, unexplained girl, Simone, get accustomed to being a teenager/kid in America. Then she saw François in the door of the plane, Mason squeezed, almost crushed her hand. He smiled at her and casually waved his hand. He leaned over to her. "Say calm, love," he said, She nodded, and waved, too. So François got a peck on the cheek, and she did too. Another from MaMa. a shy smile from both Desiree and Georges, and a curtsey from Simone. She glanced away to see her mother had her back turned at that moment. Then she turned back to Simone. She was surrounded by four pure black people, all but Georges taller than she and, in addition, her skin was the color of dark sand, brown, not black. She looked out of place, just like Paige remembered feeling out of place the night she became François' chief concubine. But then the stretch limo appeared, followed by a van and in minutes a vast amount of luggage went into the van and the six got into the limo. François guided Paige and himself to the back seat, then MaMa, then Desiree and Georges, and finally, close to the driver, Mason and Simone. Paige noticed that all heads looked to the front, or in the case of Desiree, Georges, and Simone, out the window. François' hand gently turned her face towards his and then they kissed. She thought it would be a real kiss, but brief. It was not brief, it was passionate, and his hand went to her breast almost at once. In a brief pause to catch a breath she saw the only eyes watching them - Mason, with a sad look on his face. She saw him turn and try to talk to Simone, The ride was brief, registration fast, luggage brought up and they stood in the living room of the suite. "Here," MaMa said, is the plan. François will have the second best bed room. I, of course, will have the grand bed room. Paige and Simone will have the bed room that connects with François. Desiree and Georges will share a bedroom as they have before. Mason, and I must chat with you, as François has told me many wonderful stories about you. He holds you in high regard, and that is not his way. But you will have the other room which connects with the room that Paige and Simone will share, Paige listened to that and smiled, knowing full well that she would be in the second best bedroom with François and Mason and Simone would have the concubine bedroom if things worked out this afternoon. Then, perhaps, Desiree would have her own bedroom. She noticed a quick conversation between François and Mason, at the end of which Mason nodded and her two lovers shook hands and hugged. François turned and said. "In an hour, we will take the limo and tour the city. Desiree and Georges will see their new school and meet the family who will act as parents to them during their first year. In the meantime, go unpack as much as you want. Okay?" With that he took Paige's hand, turned to Mason and said, "You and Simone please come with us," and headed towards the open door to the second best bedroom, The four entered and François closed and locked the door to the living room. He pointed to another open door and said, "If you go there, you and Simone can get acquainted in private. Pardon us, but Paige and I have a lot to catch up on." Mason saw a surprised look on Paige's face, but a smile. But he led Simone into the adjoining bedroom. Behind them one door closed and Mason heard the door lock. He hadn't a real chance to see the second best bedroom, but this was palatial at the worst. A kingsize bed sat close to the door. He noticed two indentations in the carpeting which hinted that until this morning there had been two beds, not one. There were also two dressers, a couch, an easy chair, what looked like a full bar, refrigerator, large microwave, real coffee maker, and that didn't account for the three other doors. He went to the one that had a panic lock and opened it to see a corridor. So they were not locked in by François. "Simone, let's sit down and talk and maybe get to know each other." "Yes, lord," she replied meekly. "Okay. Look, this is not an order. I'm Mason. Please call me Mason." "Ye l...Mason," she gave a wan smile. "I do so want to learn about America." "Your English is great. But where did you learn English?" "I lived in a city and went to school there. I learned it there." "Okay. Look, I understand you are François' second concubine. I want to forget that and just think of you as Simone, a very pretty girl who is also going to school in California. Is that okay?" "That is fine, l er Mason." "Do you know who or what Paige is?" "She is Master François' Chief Concubine who has been out of the country on a mission." "Well, she is his Chief Concubine, as you said. But she is also my fiancee and we will marry in some eight to ten years from now, Or so we plan, Just in case, François this is an arrangement the three of us came up with several months ago. I just want to be honest," Through the wall separating the two bedrooms came "Oh, yes. " The two looked at each other. "François, YES!" clearly from Paige. "The walls are a bit thin," Mason said. "Yes. They are." "OH GOD! YESSSS!" "That was fast. But she's having fun. Is this bothering you, Simone?" "I don't know. Perhaps I didn't expect him to take her so soon." Mason gave a short laugh, "I'm not sure who is taking whom. Paige enjoys sex very much. So do I. So does François." "OOOOHHHH!" "Simone. He has not raped her. In the U.S. a girl or woman must give her consent to sex or it is rape, I don't know what will occur between us, but I will not rape you. I promise, I will sleep on the couch if you want," "Mason. My lord told me you were a kind and gentle boy and you and he are brothers. He told me you would be kind to me and to let him know if this was not so. I believe him. So, we can sleep in this big bed and see what happens." "Okay, May I ask you a personal question, Simone?"
 "Anything, Mason." "I notice that you are shorter than everybody except Georges, who is ten and much lighter, but you are an African, How so?" "Well, I am of a different tribe. My becoming Master François' second concubine was a part of a peace treaty between mine and his. I just wondered where my mistress was until he told me he had to leave her in America for an important mission." "Oh. But you look almost white." "My father is of my tribe, but my mother is white. My father's father is white but his wife is half black and half white. He was adopted into my tribe. And even my great grandmother was note pure African, but a true mulatto, half and half. So I am actually mostly white." "So is that why François choose you?" Simone laughed. "Until the ceremony of concubinage, we had not seen each other. Our first talk was on the bed where he took me the first time." "Oh, I have much to learn, too," he said. "You said `he took you for the first time.' Didn't you make out first? Have foreplay? " "`Make out? Foreplay?' I don't know what that is. He told me to lie down on the bed which I did. He took my lower legs and pushed them up, spread my knees, and got on top of me and pushed himself in and went up and down inside me until he climaxed Then he got off me and lay down beside me until he did it again. He did tell me how pretty I was and that he would treat me kindly. And he has." "Well, shit. That just doesn't sound like François. Paige has told me he's a wonderful lover. I will talk to her the first chance I get. I'll tell you this. Paige would not yell while having sex. She only does it when she is really enjoying it. I'd say she gets noisy about one time in three. " Oh, Yes, François. Oh, YES," came through the wall. "Give me your hand. Let's take a short walk down the corridor. We go on the trip around town in about 20 minutes, I guess," Mason said. So they did. * * * * * * * * * Dinner was by room service and while the dinner was American, dress was African traditional. François wore an elaborately embroidered loin cloth while Georges wore a rather plain one of colorful cloth. MaMa's breasts sagged some, but she wore silver jewelry. Simone wore the split leather skirt like what Paige wore, except with a green stone under her navel while Paige wore a plain white skirt. Both girls wore a simple gold necklace. Desiree showed off her budding breasts over a colorful cloth skirt.Mason was forced to wear nothing but his plain white boxers with the promise that he would have a suitable loin cloth tomorrow. The dinner was long and pleasant as Desiree, Georges, and Simone plyed Mason and Paige, not to mention François, as he had lived there for a year, with questions about America and what it was like to grow up in America. But about ten, François said, "I think I need to go to bed. Mason, if you wish to go also, you may cut through our room instead of taking the long way through the corridor. Come, Paige." "François. You go ahead. Let me finish with this question Georges has about American football first, dear. I'll be in very soon. Say ten minutes." There was silence for a time then François said, "This time, of course, dear Paige," and crossed to the second best bedroom door and stopped. "Mason, will you and Simone come now or when Paige comes?" "If it's okay with Simone, we will come with Paige," Mason said. "You don't.... never mind. Paige, please lock the door behind you." "Of course," she said and went back to Georges and Desiree." "Paige, daughter, I'm listening with great interest to what you are telling the younger children, but it is time for Georges to sleep. I hope this revelation to him, and to Desiree can continue tomorrow?" "Yes, MaMa. Okay, Georges, may I give you a good night hug?" To that he jumped up and hugged Paige and nodded to Simone, Desiree did the same thing. As they left towards their room, MaMa said, "Come to me, both of you concubines of my son. Mason, this may bore you. You may stay, but I suggest you go to your bedroom and await Simone." "Yes, mistress," Simone said at once, but Paige hesitated for a moment before turning. "Yes, mistress," she said and walked to MaMa. "Whatever is best, I guess," Mason said. He quickly hugged Paige, kissed her lips, and left." MaMa looked after him and shook her head. She looked at the two girls, the concubines of her son, "Tomorrow evening, it will be private - no more than ten or twenty guests, but I will formally announce you, Paige, as Chief Concubine, and you, Simone, as Second Concubine. There will be a short party afterwards. Normally, both of you would then accompany François to his bedroom. Actually, you will, but Paige you should remain while Simone goes to your bedroom. Simone, Mason will join you there. The guests will be none the wiser. "Now, Paige, François tells me that you do not like the dress of the Chief Concubine. I ask you as she who is also my daughter to wear it, and wear it with pride. Will you do this for me?" I will, Mistress, who is also my African mother. Hey, I now have four mothers!" "How is that my child?" "Mom, my birth mother Mom Adams, Mason's mom, Doc Mom of the Corporation, and now you. Now, Let me ask for a bit of help. Day after tomorrow and the day school opens for new students, Mason and I must go to CLS. We were asked to be guides for eighth graders as we were in that grade last year. Day after tomorrow it will only be for an hour or so, but on opening day, it will be all day as we have to help out. Our friend Jenna will also be a guide and she will have Bobby Jones with her. We have so many new students that enrollment stands now at 525, so more than half the students are new, "Please, can we ask for somebody to take us? François perhaps? " "But of course. It is a humor, but tomorrow he was going to tell you that he returns to talk to the new seniors, of which he says there are 27, as well as last year's juniors, now seniors. A girl also starting college will be with him. So he can drive both of you. Perhaps Simone can come on opening day, though perhaps day after tomorrow, only an hour or so for that day." "Thanks, MaMa. Now, I think we must go. I think it has been longer than ten minutes, Mistress. May we take our leave?" "Go to your masters and please them well tonight," Paige gave her a sharp look, but smiled and headed for the door to the second best bedroom. She opened the door to find François lying on the bed, nude. Simone closed and locked the door to the living room and hurried across the room as Paige dropped her skirt to the floor, then turned off the overhead light. Simone closed the door to the concubine's bed room and Paige heard the door lock. * * * * * * * * * Mason looked up as Simone entered. He looked at her bare breasts and, surprising, his dick began to rise. "Come sit beside me on the bed, Simone. So, how shall we sleep? I checked, there are extra pillows, sheets and blankets. As I said, I can sleep on the couch. I tried it. It's comfortable." "Oh, no, Mason. It's okay. After all, I am used to sleeping with a male." She gave a short giggle. "Younger, I often slept with one of my brothers or sisters, especially when company came and we had to give up some bedrooms to guests." "Uh. I sleep nude." "That's okay. I do too." "Are you tired?" "Yes. It was a long flight and I got little sleep." "I'm tired too. I don't mean to rush you, but perhaps you can come sit just a bit closer to me and then, in a few minutes we can hit the hay." "Hit the hay?" she asked as she slid next to him. "Go to sleep," he said as he put her arms around her and gently kissed her. She brushed her lips along his but that was it. "OH!" came from the other room, but it was François, not Paige. She's finishing a blow job, he thought. Not too surprising. She really enjoys giving them. He returned to Simone, letting his tongue slide along her lips, but she didn't open her mouth and her arms stayed at her side. "Okay, Simone, put your arms around me like I have mine around you. When you feel my tongue on your lips, open your mouth just a little. We call it french kissing and it's a lot of fun. But if you don't like it, tell me. " So she put her arms around him and as he did he saw her arm pits were unshaven. Before he kissed her again he saw her legs were also covered with dark hair. He'd have to tell Paige. Desiree might need some help, too. Then he kissed her again and this time when his tongue traced her lips, they parted and his tongue darted inside. She responded and in two minutes the two tongues dueled. When they parted this time, her darker skin was flushed and her breathing a bit heavy. "How do you feel?" he asked. "I feel wonderful." "GOD!! OH!!" That was Paige. "Shall I try one more thing?" "Please." He cupped her breast and kissed it, then took her dark nipple, already swollen and hard, and sucked on it. "OHHH," she moaned. He looked at her. "I have cummed. I think you call it." "Wow. I didn't think I could help you cum so fast." "Mason, I have never experienced this before. Thank you." "You are welcome. And thank you. " Mason got up and turned off all the lights but one bedside lamp. "Okay, You said it's alright, Show time, Simone!" and slid his shorts off to reveal a very hard dick. Simone stood up and untied her leather skirt and let it drop to the floor revealing a very hairy pussy. Another thing to talk to Paige about as he slid under the covers. Simone also climbed into bed and he turned off the light. Without thinking, he reached out to her and they came together in the middle of the bed to hug and kiss for several minutes in the dark. Again Mason cupped her breast and kissed her there. "some thing something ... gross bite ... something" Paige called, "What did she say?" Mason asked a bit worried. "I just understood "big dick." I do not know what she means." "I do." "Would you like to tell me?" "Really no. But you probably need to know. `large penis. big man thing." "Yes, Master is large." Minutes later Simone was asleep. Mason lay awake for at least another half hour and heard Paige cry out in pleasure two more times. Some time later he awoke again to her happy moans. God, they are screwing, he thought as he drifted for the last time. Mason awoke at dawn to see Simone lying on her back, her portion of the covers pulled back, exposing her breasts with her dark tan mounds and much darker nipples, now deflated. Now he knew he wanted her, at least to teach her that sex could be enjoyable to the female. He brushed her parted lips with his, then began to kiss down to her breasts, kissing the rise, then the crowning nipples, going from the one to the other and back, and then sucking on them. He heard a low moan and thought it was Paige, but Simone's hand came to the back of his head and began rubbing it. He began to pull the blanket and sheet lower and he followed the covers down until he exposed her pubic hair covered snatch and began to kiss it. Another moan escaped her, and then he heard Paige's much louder one. They must be awake. How many times this morning? Gently he moved Simone's knees apart, and he turned and slid between them, his face at her pussy and began to kiss and tongue it. It began to get damp. "Oh, Mason. You make me feel so good. So good." "Good morning, Simone. You are damp. My finger slides in easily. I have found your clit. Does it feel good to you? " "Oh, yes, Mason. So good, So very good." "Baise moi dur, cheri," came from the other room. "What did Paige say? Mason asked, raising his head. "Fuck me hard, dear. Not hard, but, Mason, if you want, I am ready for you." "I am honored." With that he rolled on his back. "Come sit on me. I will guide you in if you want and hold on to you." Simone did and as she rose and fell on his cock she smiled at him and he smiled at her. A little later, as they began to make love for the second time, him still on his back, but Simone lying on top of him, kissing him there was a knock on the door. "Mason. Time to get up," François called. "We're up François," Mason responded. We'll be out in about ten minutes or so. Please go away. " There was no response from the other side of the door. * * * * * * * * * Late in the morning the younger kids wanted to go swimming and the hotel pool was not good enough. "MaMa," pleaded Desiree, "this pool, I must wear a top. I have no top, MaMa. But Paige says we can swim at any city pool with no suit at all, like at home. And, MaMa, Mason says that is so because Paige led a protest. Let us all go to swim, please MaMa." "François. You will drive your sister and any other who wishes to swim in a concrete tank to such a place. Surely they will need towels. I would say two hours at the most. Remember we have guests coming this evening. We must be ready. "Yes, MaMa. Okay, everybody who wants to swim, get a towel and go to the door." So a few minutes later six young people, from 17 to 10, three male, three female, three black, two white, one pale mulatto stood at the door, then headed for the elevator and then for the van where they piled in, Mason pulling Paige to the back with Simone up front with François at the urging of Mason. "I have to talk to you now. As soon as we get to the pool," Mason said, "I'm afraid I have something you are not going to like about François. Now don't argue, please. We will talk at the pool. I know François loves to swim. By the way, the walls in the grand apartment are quite thin." "Oh. Was I loud?" Mason leaned closer. "Fuck me harder, François." "Oh, damn. I'm sorry, Mason," "Think of Simone." "Did it bother her?" "Well, according to her she never had a cum until last night." "You did?" "Yes. This morning. But only twice. We need to wait until we get to the pool. I love you, Paige Jefferson." "I love you too, Mason Adams." "Ah. Here we are. What is it, Mason? Last one in is a rotten egg!" "That would be you, François dear. You have the money," Paige called from the back and gave Mason a quick kiss. * * * * * * * * * A bit over two hours later the six returned, all of them bright and happy except Paige. She hardly smiled when Georges said, "Paige. I saw three people give you something and asked you to write on it and sign it. You must be important." "Oh, no Georges. But pardon me. I must take your eldest brother into our room and talk to him for awhile. Uh, Mason and Simone, I must beg you to take the long way to your room. I'm sure you can occupy yourselves. "Come dear François, we must talk as only lovers can." With that she marched to the second best bed room and held the door open for François. She did not slam the door shut, but it was not gently closed, either. The lock clicked. François headed for the bed, pulling off his t-shirt. "Stop, François. I still love you dearly but I'm mad as hell at you. You hear me? Right now I'd rather kiss Bubba's ass then accept your kiss on my hand. How can you be so damn cruel to another human being? A sweet, smart, beautiful girl? Damn you, David! I'm..I'm about to cry!!" François stood there dumbfounded. "What is wrong, Paige, darling? What did I do to you?" "Nothing to me. But to your Number Two Concubine, who is beneath me, so damn much I just want to spit! At you!" "Paige, Paige. Please sit down beside me and tell me what is wrong." With that he sat on the carefully made bed and she sat, but with a good meter between them. "François, the thing that makes me the maddest is that I know you are a fantastic lover. You have made me feel wonderful. Nobody has helped me cum so many times in one day. Nobody has loved me so many times in one day and made me actually beg to have you inside me one more time. Nobody. Mason has loved me more often and longer, but you are the champ for the 24 hour screw fest. "Now, I'll tell you. Right now, after you leave, I'm going to find some way to get one set of parents out of the house for a day and see if Mason can fuck me more times in one day than you have." "But, Paige. What have I done, sweetheart?" "Do you remember the first time we made love and then slept together and woke up and made love again? A romantic, gentle, wonderful love, And before we did you said you were supposed to rape me, but wouldn't? BUT YOU RAPED SIMONE!" "No, I did not." "Did you kiss her? Did you caress her? Did you find her clit and stroke it? Did you get between her legs and kiss her other lips? Was she at least damp when you popped her cherry? DID YOU? WAS IT" François looked at her for a minute - two minutes. His eyes fell. "No, Paige. But..." "NO BUTS François. I put you at the front of the line when you wrote me that wonderful note and stuck it in my locker. You were thoughtful when you came into PR #3. You were embarrassed when you popped a boner when you came in. You really went down on me. You made me cum. After I sucked your cock I fucked you and when you drove me home, I did it again in a convertible with the top down, none of which were in the deal. You think Simone would do any of that voluntarily, joyfully with you, right now? "Then I had to have you two days later. You think Simone lies in bed and plays with herself and dreams of making love with you again? Cheats on her boy friend to screw you? "Damn it. I love you very much so I will put up with this concubinage for now. But it has to change. I will wear a fucking leather skirt made to display my pussy with the idea you will then stick your cock into two pussies, one after the other when we leave to YOUR room. Not ours - yours! "And damn if, François, I love you so much and want you so much and care for you so much. But I demand. Demand, François that you go to that door, knock on it and beg, beg I say, Simone's forgiveness and promise her that you will at least love her body the way you do mine. "If you will do this, tonight I will be your concubine and you can just throw me on the bed, spread my legs and spear me. I won't object. If you light some spark in me, I will do everything in my power to remain silent and hope you will her Simone's moans and maybe even shouts. And then, tomorrow night, she and I will change places and she will sleep with you and I with Mason. And we will hear who makes the most noise." She slid across the bed to rest against him and put her arm around his broad shoulders. She kissed him briefly. "So, will you continue to be my love and joy, or shall we part ways when I have done for your brother and sister and Simone the best I can?" She kissed him again. "It is my culture, Paige. I am not a bad man." "My culture sometimes still looks at a black man and a white girl holding hands as suspect. You know that. One of the boys I rejected asked me how I could refuse a white guy's dick and still suck a nigger's cock. I told him that was the reason." She kissed him again and tweaked a nipple. "What is your answer, love?" He gave her a peck on the cheek, then got up and walked to the door to the concubinage and knocked. Paige got up and followed him. "Two minutes, please," Mason said. A bit less than two minutes he opened the door, wearing a pair of pants. Paige walked in before François to see Simone kneeling on the bed wearing Mason's shirt. Scattered about the room were her clothes. "Simone, I will try to do this as close to custom will allow, but with a full heart and an opened mind. My Head Concubine has spoken to me and I agree with her that I have not acted in a proper manner towards you. I ask you to place your hands around mine and forgive me for not being with you as I have with her. I swear that henceforth, I will act with you as I have with her. "I ask that tonight you will stay with Mason, my brother and a wonderful man. Tomorrow night, I ask you to come to our bed, alone, with me. Paige, I am sure will sleep with Mason. Also, from this time forward, I beg you to name me François, and not anything resembling master except on formal occasions. Will you do this, sweet Simone?" Simone smiled at him. "I, I can hardly say this, but François, I thank you for this. I know Paige loves you. Let me do the same." "Whoo hoo!" Paige warbled. "Look, François I'm just holding myself back. I so want to jump into your arms and have you carry me to a bed - any bed! But I have something else to do right now. Mason hardly shaves now, so I'd like you to go to your bathroom and bring back your razor and shaving cream, get your sister Desiree, and then you and Mason get your boy butts out of here for an hour or so. Go drive the MG around. I don't care, but I have some American girl talk for girls going to school in America, one just two days from now. Okay?" "Yes, Paige," François said. * * * * * * * * * Twenty minutes later Paige sat in the easy chair that was pulled up facing the bed where sat Desiree and Simone. The three boys she'd sent down to the mall to play video games with MaMa's money. MaMa sat to the side on a stool she had brought with her. "Okay. I noticed this and so did Mason. Ordinarily, boys don't notice much, but in this case he did. I'm going to strip bare and I'd like you two to do the same. Nobody here but us girls, after all." "Sure," the other two said and in moments there were three disrobed girls, 12, 14, and 16. "It actually took me a few moments to notice this, but it stands out now." Paige stood up and held up her arms. "What do you notice about me?" "Uh, You're white?" "Yeah. But what else? Look at my legs to start with. Start with my fingers and go up my arms. What do you see?" Paige looked at Simone, who had a full bush, and hair under her arms and on her legs. With her pale skin, the hair stood out. Desiree had much less pubic hair, but there was some and a little under her arms and on her legs. "Miss Paige, you are older than I am, but your, how should I say, I do not know the words, you have more hair between your legs then me, but less than Simone. Ah, MaMa, François instructed me to call her that name when in family." "That is true, Desiree. And Simone, from this day forward, as Paige has said, you are my daughter Simone in family and only this evening and other formal events will you be `La deuxieme concububine de mon fils.' Right now, I am MaMa, to you, my daughter." Simone's mouth flew open. She gulped, then ran to the sitting matron and threw herself on the large lap. "No child. Get up and listen to Paige as though she were your Chief Concubine, She has much to teach about being a female in America. I listen, also.," "I think we'll get back to what we call `pubic hair,' Desiree. But you are on the right track. "Okay. If you're female and you're happy, raise your arms! " Paige sang and raised hers and the others did the same. "Look at my underarms and Simone's. What do you see?" Simone has hair under her arms and you don't." "Yes. And I can see hair under MaMa and Desiree, though it's harder to see. The same is true of our legs. The reason you don't see my hair is I shave. Almost every American girl over the age of 11, shaves, Even if they don't need to. There is one area with a lot of opinions. That's between our legs, our pubic hair. But legs and arm pits - American boys want to see them shaved, and the girls do, too. Simone, I will tell you that François has never asked me to leave my legs and arm pits unshaven. Between my legs, that is a different story and I can talk to you about that girl on girl." "No, Paige. I want Desiree to hear this, too." "Yes, MaMa. Okay. Couples in love, I hope in love, will put their mouth on their partner's sexual parts. Both Mason and François have done this with me many times. Notice that I have a fair amount of pubic hair right now. I have not shaved it in over three weeks. That's how François likes it. When everybody leaves I will shave my pubes so I have a small patch at the very top, on my mons venus. That's how Mason likes it. Some girls shave it completely. Some girls leave it alone - not real common these days. But almost all girls want their pits and legs clean. Most girls can stop at the knee. Some have to go higher. "I shave in the shower with a razor and shaving cream. If you want in the next couple of days, I'll help, Simone, I think before you and François leave, we need to get together. Desiree, I think we can plan a day after school in the next couple of weeks. "Paige. You said that François and Mason have put their mouth on your, ah, .." "Ah, English class. Yes, Desiree, all of us here today have what scientists call a vagina. Most of us call her a "pussy," but there are other words, some not so nice, I'm sure you will hear them. And yes, both have kissed, licked, sucked my snatch - another word - and I have taken their penis or cock or dick or peter into my mouth and sucked and licked it." "That sounds bad." "It does. But it's why I'm talking to you now." "Yes. The boys will return now. Desiree. You must have Paige assist you prior to your school introduction. Simone. Perhaps tomorrow Paige can guide you. I can but hope that if you look more like an American girl, my son will treat you with that respect. "Now, I must check on the party preparations. Paige; Simone, you should find each your skirt and jewelry in the concubine's room. Desiree, you know which skirt to wear. Come to me so I may rouge your nipples." All three stood and bowed as MaMa retreated to become "Mistress to two." * * * * * * * * * The ritual bath in the galvanized tub was over and Paige and Simone were clothed in their slit leather skirt, Paige with a red gem and Simone with a green. Gold bracelets adorned their wrists and anklets with bells their ankles. A gold chain graced each neck, tanned white and sand brown. A woman, maybe in her late 20s came to the door. "MaMa calls for her son's concubines." "That's us, kid," Paige joked. "Hey. These skirts are made to show our pussies. Let's dance!" Simone grinned. "As long as Mason can.." and she blushed. "He'd better! " A drum beat began, the door opened and, swaying her hips and strutting, Paige led the way. Yep. There were ten or twenty guests. How about ten and twenty?" Again, the dress ranged from ball gowns and tuxs to bare breasted women and loin clothes, one of which was Georges, holding a spear twice as tall as he was, The two young girls swayed up towards MaMa, their Mistress, arrayed in raw jewels, nuggets, and a few sharp teeth. She clapped her hands twice, and François entered, again in a loin cloth, headdress and predator's teeth. He bowed to his mother and said something that was neither English or French. Simone whispered to Paige, "He wises to remind his mother of his concubines. When Mistress stops, move forward and prostrate yourself." MaMa, not Mistress looked at Paige and said, "Le concubine en chef de mon fils," and waved her forward. Paige swayed forward and caught Mason in almost shock as she did so, until she prostrated herself. "La deuxieme concubine de mon fils," and Simone followed Paige with swaying and the the prostrating. Mistress said something to François and he said, "Oui." In English she said, "Take them, my son, to your bed and your pleasure. Let the feast begin," At that François caught both pairs of eyes and gave a thumbs up. They rose and followed him through the door to the second best bedroom. He stood in the door for a moment, then closed and locked it. "Damn if that isn't over." He glanced to see if the door to the concubine's room was open. It was. "Mason, your there?" Mason appeared at the door between the two rooms. "Here I am oh great exalted whatever you are!" François laughed. "Look you know what is supposed to be going on now. I beg to Paige for opening my eyes and to Simone for my not seeing what I have been doing. Right now, at the door to the other bedroom, is a cart with food and drink - even some wine! Let us take it and eat and talk and later, well, the lights can go off. What do you say?" "Darn good idea," said Mason. "I knew there was a reason I'm hopelessly in love with you, François," Paige said quietly, while holding Mason's hand, "It is not.. François, I think we will know each other better after this." "I hope so, too, Simone," François said. He got up, went to the door, and opened it to two carts of food. "Let us feast, my friends," he said, "and then, let us go to our beds and make true love." Both happened. In the second best bedroom Paige rested on her hands and knees in the middle of the torn up bed while François gently entered her from behind and began pumping as she began to move back and forth. Both stopped when they heard from the other room "Oui. Oui. Cheri Mason. C'est bon. C'est bon. Paige turned her head and François kissed her and they began again. In the concubines' bedroom Mason lay between Simone's raised and parted knees as he licked her pussy as she moaned softly. Mason paused and raised his head when they heard Paige say, "J'aime ta bite en moi" loudly. "What did she say?" he said, then gave the very damp pussy another lick. "I love your dick in me." "I'm sure she does." "And I love yours in me. Please put it in my ... pussy, Mason." He did and a few minutes later the two lovers in the other room paused again to hear Simone's moans of pleasure. 
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