Date: Mon, 22 Jan 2018 09:06:22 -0500 (EST) From: E MOSER Subject: François- Private Room #3 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- Private Room #3 by Larry Mariam Paige picked up the six notes pushed into her locker on Monday and began to read them. "I'd like a blow job from you. #828." Not a chance, kid. Bet I know who that is, too. "I hear you're the best. #903." I am, but you won't know yet. "You were great. I'd like another. #1130" Wait your turn. "Can we meet up tomorrow at lunch? #906. Probably not. "Paige. I come to you with great humility in my heart. There are so many wonderful guys here. What chance do I have, especially since you have a wonderful boy friend. However, if it pleases you, might we perhaps meet tomorrow after school in Private Room # 3? #1229 (F). Oh, wow. I'm not even going to read the last one now. It can wait. She turned the slip over and wrote. "YES!! PR #3, after school tomorrow!!" This was going to work out, she thought later in First Block, which was Language Arts. Jenna is with Sam tonight in the guest bedroom and it's sleep at home with Mason. Tomorrow is Mason sleeps at home and I sleep at home. Jenna and Sam will come, but that will be later. So polite #1229 and I can take our time in PR #3. But who was #1229 (F) - the senior lockers weren't easy to get too for an eighth grader during class changes or undressing or dressing. She'd just been able to find it and slip the note into the locker. She pulled her black book from her book bag and hid it behind her lit book. Hmm. There were six senior boys. Of those she had four bring her to orgasm after which she had given each one of her fantastic blow jobs. That left two seniors, Buddy, who was cut off before because of his rudeness and David, from Africa, a very quiet, tall guy who smiled a lot but spoke seldom. Maybe Buddy's attitude had changed. Later that night she lay next to Mason who nibbled her ear. "So. You make a decision for this week?" he asked. "Yeah. There's a senior. Buddy or David, not sure which one, but he wrote the sweetest note I've ever seen. Sort of like he got you to ghost write it for him. I mean he punched all the right buttons. I think I'm going to enjoy it. There's one note I haven't read yet, but the others range from, `probably not' to `hell no!' So what are you going to do tomorrow night?" "Well, supposedly Kevin's spending the night with me. Really with Marsha, of course. Not sure how his folks can still believe we're such pals that we have sleep overs. I think those two need to come clean with his folks. It's funny, the oldest couple is the one who get to sleep together the least." "Yeah. And the youngest have the best deal," Paige said as she kissed Mason good night. In the morning she woke early, anticipation rising high in her and eased the covers off the still sleeping Mason to tickle his cock into an erection, which she then took care of, feeling the goodness of his waking and his thrusts as he tensed for his cum. They showered together, something they normally didn't do and dressed for breakfast, causing Ms. Jefferson to wonder as she had on only an apron. At their lockers Mason got dressed while Paige placed her books in her locker, gave his hand a quick squeeze and then headed down the hall towards PR#3. The sign over the knob read "Reserved - vacant" and she turned it and entered the empty room as the soft lighting came on. She closed the door, leaving it unlocked and then went and sat on the couch/bed. Two minutes later there was a light knock on the door and it opened to a nude 6'2" David, his ebony skin shining. "Paige. Good afternoon. I see that I'm properly dressed for the occasion. I have not been in one of these rooms before and was not sure of the procedure." "David? Uh, the note said # 1229 (F). I thought the `F' was for your name. Yes, you are fine. "Ah. You seem `David' is my middle name. At home I am François, but you Americans have problems with the correct pronunciation." He pulled off his polo shirt and hung it neatly on a hook by the door. "François. I like that name. Did I pronounce it correctly?" "Close. Frans WAH." He still wore his school flops and they came off his feet. He walked over to her, took her hand and kissed it. She noticed his dick swaying as he walked. "I hope I have not startled you. Nor offended you with my request. I am sure there are some American girls who might be." Paige smiled. "No. In fact, a dirty secret of mine. I've made a few training films for the Corporation. I'm sure you can't see the first one any longer, but it has me, and two teen age boys. One is Japanese-American and the other African-American. You might find it funny." She looked at his bare chest and shiny almost midnight black skin and dark purple nipples and a slight shudder of anticipation shook her. One thing of being surrounded by over fifty undressed teen ager boys in various stages of development, was the simple fact that she was overwhelmed by the variety of cocks, pricks, dicks, and penises. They became a blur. François stood in front of Paige and his dick began to rise. For a moment he looked embarrassed but smiled, "Uh," he said. "Pardon me, perhaps I'm being rude." She laughed and pointed towards him. "That's why we're here, François, isn't it?" She noticed that his prick, while hard and black and with a very purple head, was about the same size as Mason's now. Perhaps a bit larger, but not some giant dong. Smaller for sure then the guy who played the black dude in her first film. Also smaller than most of the "actors" in the hard core that led to the capture of the kiddie porn ring. Not choking size, for sure, She swung around on the couch and lay down on her side. "Okay, François. Has the male gossip ring filled you in on what happens?" "I understand that you, too, wish to have pleasure. Guys were vague as to what that meant." "Well, simply, you go down on me. You do a good job and I return the favor. Okay?" "Seems fair. Perhaps you would like to lie on your back and get comfortable." "Yeah." She did as she raised and spread her knees. François got on the couch beside her. "Paige. There was no mention of a kiss, or perhaps a caress. But perhaps, you will indulge me so as this is not some business deal, but a meeting of at least friends. Oh, François. You say the nicest things!" With that she flung her arms around him and kissed him first. When they parted, she looked up at him and said, "My boobs enjoy a kiss and my nipples a lick or two. Do yours like the same?" "I have no boobs. But, yes, my nipples are also sensitive. " And so they began to explore the upper part of the other's body. Paige grew warmer and warmer until she took François' head in her two hands and began to push it down towards her very wet pussy. When his tongue ran along the twin ridge line of her pussy lips all she could do was thrust upwards as a moan escaped her mouth's lips. "Oh, God. François, I'm about to cum now. God. Oh. François. Please stop now. Oh, yes. Oh. Your cock François. Please." With that she pulled from him to reverse, bringing her dripping cunt level to his face while she grabbed his prick with one hand to guide it to her open mouth, closing over the purple head, not even bothering to lick away the copious precum. At once she began to bob up and down, moaning as she sucked. "Yeah. Oh. Good. Oh, Yeah. Oh. François. Wonderful," came through distorted by the dick in her mouth and the passion in her loins as he turned back to her cunt. Her mouth left his dick `OH CHRIST I'M CUMMINGGG!!!" and she dropped back on the purple head just in time that his blasts entered her mouth and not over her flushed face. The two flopped on their backs, still in the 69 position and lay there for minutes until Paige reached out to feel François' limp cock, and then feel it begin to harden and straighten again. She smiled and sat up and looked at him. He smiled back. "This wasn't part of the deal," she said quietly as she swung over his loins, took his cock in her hand and guided it into her pussy to lower herself onto his rod. "Play with my titties," she said. "Please, François." His hands reached for them as she began a serious rocking. She felt three good coms before she felt his tenseness inside her and then his cum begin to fill her. She fell forward on top of him and they kissed. "Paige. This has been wonderful, but we must go. It grows towards the late bus and you are undressed." "Yes," she said. "You will drive me home." She slowly rose off him and stood up. She looked down at his still limp cock, bent down and kissed the head. "Come with me," she said. "I'll be at my locker." She waited for him at her locker, apparently dressed for home, except her sneakers stuck out of her book bag and she had her flops on her feet. When he showed up, she took his hand, though there was nobody to see anything else. Nobody saw her kiss him again when they got into his car and drove to her instructions to her house. Nor did anybody see when they kissed again in the drive way. The kiss ended and she turned to him and said, "I've never done this before," as she slid off the seat onto the floor. "What is that, dear Paige?" "Sucked a boy off in the front seat of a car," as she pulled down his zipper to find a cock once more erect. As she blew him, she played with her boobs while he rubbed her back silently except for his ragged breathing. When he had cum and she had swallowed and returned to her seat, she said, "Mason sleeps at his house tonight. Jenna and Sam won't be here until six. My parents will be here about six thirty. We have another hour at least. Please come to my room, François. I want you so much." "This is perhaps not wise. But I feel the same way, dear Paige. Let us go to your room." She led him by the hand to her room, where she closed the door and locked it before turning to kiss him. Only then did she notice that she had to stand on tip toes to kiss him as he took off her top to confirm what he had suspected. Her breasts were already bare. She worked his belt buckle, dropping to her knees to undo his pants, then push them to the floor and pull down his shorts. Her mouth enclosed his cock, but he gently moved her head away, then actually picked her up and placed her on the bed. There he removed her jeans to discover that she had no panties. Once she was nude, he gently turned her on her stomach and then drew her up on her hands and knees before getting behind her. "Ah, yes, François. Doggie style. Yes." She moaned as his cock entered her. Finally, as the clock approached six, he dressed and she put on a robe to walk him to the door. There they kissed again. "Let's see if we can get the same room tomorrow before school," she said. "I will see, Paige. But let us think for a moment. Let us wait a day, perhaps. Not tomorrow, but the day after. It would be better for both of us." Paige looked up at him. "You are right," she said and gave him a final kiss and a pat on his covered cock. "I don't know what I'm going to do in physics tomorrow. And I sleep at Mason's." That night she lay alone in her bed, alone in her room. Down the hall, Jenna and Sam were making love. She was sure. Perhaps even her parents were doing the same thing. The thought of her mother on her back and her father between the legs she once came out of, sent a ripple through her. But the thoughts of the afternoon did the same. What came over her? Was she going to loose Mason over this? Could she balance two boys? Such an afternoon would be hard to repeat. Her fingers worked her pussy and a tit. God. I sucked him off in the PR. In the car. On my bed. We made love in the PR. On my bed. Three times. I had a cum at least fifteen times. And I never really noticed him until today. Shit. But if he hadn't convinced me. Yeah. I'd do it again tomorrow. Thursday I know I can be more rationale. Before she fell asleep she had another cum. * * * * * * * * The next day really passed in a dream. One dream was when she walked into Advanced Physics and saw David - she had to remember to call him David. François was for when they were alone. He saw her. She dropped her eyes and watched as his dick began to harden. He turned away, then sat down. Well, his dick gets hard and my pussy gets wet, she thought. She managed to get through all her classes and lunch with Mason and they discussed the evening at his house. She also managed to dig the unread, almost forgotten note and read it. "#924. Paige. I know we don't know each other real well, but we have talked. Would you come to PR #6 with me sometime soon?" She smiled at that. Might be a good idea. Keep her mind off François. She quickly wrote on the back, "#924. A good idea. Go reserve PR#6 for two Fridays from now. Okay?" Things were quiet in the bedroom where Mason and Paige studied and in Marsha's where Jerry was, too. It was only after they had brushed their teeth prior to going and saying good night to parents that Mason said, "Uh. A sixth grader - Melody asked me to come over tomorrow afternoon and help her with Pre-Algebra. That okay with you?" "Sure. I've got stuff to do, too, dear. I'm sure you can help her. " She smiled. "Is she a virgin?" "No idea, Paige. I don't think I'll find out." After good nights to parents and to Marsha and Jerry, who surprised them by actually talking to them while nude, they slipped into bed, kissed, and turned out the lights. "I was alone last night, Mason." "So was I, Paige. " "I want you, Mason." He gave a quiet laugh. "Come get me, Paige." She rolled towards him. "How do you sell `come,' Mason?" "With only three letters, Paige." So she did. * * * * * * * * * * * * The next afternoon Paige stopped in front of PR #3 and turned the knob. She opened the door, the dim lights came on and she entered. François sat on the couch, this time nude, as was Paige, who closed and locked the door, then rushed to him and flung her arms around the tall, black young man. They kissed. Hard. His hands went to her bare butt and drew her to him. She broke the kiss but her lips were but an inch from his. "François. Dear one. I can't wait. I want to suck your dick. I want to kiss your balls. I want you to cum." "Paige. You are excited. I am too. Yesterday and today when you walked into physics - I got an erection. I'd seen you everyday unclothed. No problem. But now. " She gave him a quick kiss. "You talk. I'll blow. " With that she sank to her knees and took his purple headed cock deep into her mouth. "Ummmm," came from her as she began to bob un and down, each time taking it a bit lower until she bottomed out. With that she released the rod and began to kiss her way down the shaft, heading for his bouncing balls. She ministered to them, too, as François began to moan and then to speak in French and then another language she could not recognize at all. Tribal maybe? Then she went back to the shaft, kissing it, licking it, flicking her tongue on the piss slit until she took it all the way back into her mouth and began a serious attack on it. "Oh, Paige. I am I am quick. I cum very soon. Very soon." At that the scene in that movie with the six men and the little girl flashed through her mind. She moved her head back, grabbed François' hard, purple headed dick and began to pump it. "Paige!" François said loudly just as the first jet of cum shot out, straight to Paige's forehead. The second hit her nose, the third flew into her open mouth while the next two dribbled out to land lightly on her right cheek. The last feeble squirt landed between her two pale breasts, She saw the concern on his face. "Why?" "I don't know, François. It just seemed the thing to do. Look, they have towels here and a sink. I know you don't want to kiss me this way." He shook his head and proved her wrong by kissing her, thrusting his tongue into her mouth, licking his cum off her face. Only then did he help her to her feet and walk her to the sink , a wash cloth, and a towel. With her face clear of his semen the two sat back on the bed, arms around each other. "Paige. We will see each other in class every day. But I think perhaps it is not good to come here so often together. And there is another thing, dear Paige." "What is that, my dear?" "Back home, you could be no more than my second wife." "Second wife? You will have more than one?" "Yes. I have one promised already. After I return home and she comes of age, we will marry. She must be the Senior Wife." "Oh," Paige looked at him. It wasn't just skin or sweet accent, There was a gulf between them. And that goal. To be President. "So how many wives can you have, love?" "Four. My father has four wives and two concubines." She looked at him for a minute. "Will you have concubines?" "It is expected for a male of my position. My father was very conservative. My grandfather has seven." "François, love. I think you are right. Look. I think I can survive with loving you once every three weeks or so. Maybe something will happen and it can be a bit more often than that. Is that okay?" "It is as I thought. We must not let this ruin you and what you have. Or what I have, Paige, je t'aime ma chérie." " And that means? " "I adore you." "Oh, François. I think I adore you, too. But we must hold back. Now. We have maybe forty-five minutes. I want you to carry me to that bed. I want you to fuck me, François. Not love me, but fuck me. Do it doggie style, or some other different way. And then screw me, François. Put me on my back and screw me missionary style while you kiss me and play with my little thirteen year old boobs. Then take me home. I'll know if Mason is back. If he's not, well, I sort of enjoyed giving you a blow job in the car. So I'll do that again. Then we'll set a date three weeks away. Is that okay?" François didn't say anything. He just smiled and lifted her up in his arms and carried her to the rumpled couch. He dropped her on it and turned her to her belly. He didn't take her directly home, but to a new housing project and to a street that cut into the woods and gave them more privacy than in her drive way. This time her mouth stayed on his cock as he began to cum. 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