Date: Tue, 6 Mar 2018 19:35:42 -0500 (EST) From: E MOSER Subject: François: Simone and Monique #21- 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: Simone and Monique #21 by Larry Marian Squeezing one tall guy and two teenage girls and their luggage into an antique MGB was not easy. Fortunately the trip to the apartment building and the apartment was not long and soon François, the 19 year old driver, Simone, 14, and Monique, 16, were carrying their bags up to the apartment that François and Simone had shared for the first semester, he in college and she in high school. Now they were joined by Monique. Once in the apartment, Simone guided Monique into the bedroom they would share and they put their bags down on the two twin beds. Then Simone led Monique across the hall to the larger master bedroom and the king size bed that filled it. François stood in the room, his shirt and undershirt already off, "Monique, this is mostly for you, but I'd like both of you to put on your ritual skirts, just to get us started correctly. I'll be in the living room. " "Sure," Simone said. "Yes, Lord," Monique said. "Okay, Monique. Unless we are around friends, and it's formal, please call me just François. And Simone is Simone. We are in America, California, not Cameroon. We are cousins going to school here and nothing more to the outside world. Okay?" "Yes, Lo,,, François." "François just wants to see our tits. He hasn't seen them in 16 hours," Simone said as she the led the way back to the girls room. There they quickly undressed, revealing two very different girls. While they were both about the same height, about 5'8" in American sizes, Monique was dark to the point of being ebony, with 36 B breasts and a full growth of pubic hair between her black legs. Her nipples and areolae were small and a chocolate brown, much lighter than her conical breasts. Simone had pale skin, looking like she had a wonderful summer tan with melon shaped 32 C breasts, pale nipples and fairly large areolae. Her pubic hair was neatly trimmed. Both girls opened their suitcases and pulled out from the bottom a skirt made of leather straps, held together by a cord. Each put the skirt on around their hips and tied the cord into a bow knot, shifting the skirt so a gem, green for Simone and white for Monique sat between the belly button and the often exposed mons venus and pubic hair. Simone gave Monique a hug. "Okay, let's go see what François has planned for his two lower ranking concubines," she said with a laugh. Returning to the living room they found François sitting in an easy chair facing the small couch. He wore an ornate loin cloth decorated with two lion tails on either side. He smiled at them. "Please sit on the couch," he said and they did. "The first thing is to get Monique registered in school. So, Simone, if you would, after we get into western clothes, go to the grocery store we walk to, and get what we need for at least today and tomorrow. Monique, you need all your papers, including the guardianship papers and we will go get you enrolled. They may give you some sort of a test. "Now, I have thought of how to handle sleeping. What I propose is one of two schedules, The first is that you two alternate, say Simone one night, Monique the next for four nights and then one night alone for all of us, then back again. The other would be Simone for two nights, then Monique for two nights, a rest, and then repeat. Of course, we need to consider your period time and how they may overlap. How does that sound?" "How about Monique and I discuss this. However, I'll make sure you aren't lonely tonight. Just don't you dare call me `Paige'!" Simone laughed at that. "I won't. However, we did talk about her coming for spring break. And no, she will not sleep with me the whole time she's here. We'll just have all three beds occupied each night." He smiled. "I'll be glad to see her. But she'll wear you out!" Simone said. "We'll see. By the way, you look great in those skirts." "They look like they're made so that you can do it without bothering to take it off," Monique said quietly. François looked a bit unhappy. "Monique, you are correct. I've heard stories that my grandfather would just take one of his concubines by the hand or arm, have her bend over with her hands on a wall, get behind her and shove it in, sometimes with other people around. Believe me, I will never do such a thing. I've pledged that to Paige and now I pledge the same thing to both of you. Concubinage as we know it will cease. Monique, while you might think a fourth would make you a bit superior, you are the last of mine and I hope you will grow to feel towards me the way I know Paige does and I think Simone does,"
 "I feel towards you very much the way Paige does," Simone said simply. "Now, can we get dressed?" "Let's all get western and when we are back here, let's all get comfortable - no leather skirts, no fancy loin clothes." Forty-five minutes later François and Monique sat in front of a guidance counselor getting her registered. "Mr. M'urk, her birth certificate is in French." "Of course. Cameroon was a French colony. I seem to remember that when Simone registered here in the fall, her birth certificate was also in French. You can see the birth year in Arabic numerals. My cousin was born in 2010. You can see the similarity in the month between French and English. Monique is 16, but her math skills are very week and her knowledge of American history is limited, so starting her out in ninth grade with her cousin Simone would help. She's a very smart young lady, so I suspect that next year she will be a junior and can take exams for sophomore credits." "What do you think of that, Monique? " I would like that very much, madam. Cousin Simone can help me, as can François. Our friend Paige back east is brilliant and she can help with the e-mail as will her friend Mason who knows math very well. " "Okay. I believe Monique is too old for middle school so we will try her and give her the same schedule as Simone who is doing wonderfully. She has fit in very well other than showing no interest in boys." "Oh, I'm sure she is interested. It is just that she is spoken for back home. They have known each other since childhood and I think they are in love and will marry as soon as they may." "Oh," the counselor said. François saw she was afraid barbarism was going to attack her, "Well, I'm sure it will work out." They left with Monique registered and the two girls headed for school the next day. When François came home from his one evening class three days later they girls were waiting for him, comfortably nude. "We have a story for you, François," Monique said. "It's good that Paige is so good with the research!" "What do you mean? And supper smells wonderful." "We had about four boys try to get us to come home with them on the bus. Simone gave them a line about we both had boy friends at another school, but that's not going to hold them. We sent an e-mail to Paige and got an answer back real quick. We'll let you know what happens tomorrow," Monique said. The next day was an early day for François so when the girls arrived laughing, he put down his book as they dashed into their room, removing their book bag as they did, Minutes later they were out, as nude as he was. "So what's so funny?" he asked. "Those boys!! Talk about backing off! They almost opened the emergency door and jumped off the bus!" Simone laughed. "They almost turned white!" Monique added. "Okay. So what happened?" "So they come back to us again - same four and start chatting us up again - come home and play some video games or such. I say we'd like to, but we were just really afraid to. They say no reason an African American girl should be afraid of an African American boy. We say we're Africans, not African American - we're just going to school here," Simone began. Monique picks it up with "We've heard how seductive you guys can be and we're just afraid we'd succumb to your sophisticated ways. When we got home and got married and our groom and his family learned we weren't virgins when we got married, we'd be taken to the Feast of the Virgins." "So if you aren't virgins, how would you go to the Feast of the Virgins?" François asked. "Ah!" Simone said, "We'd be the feast! All unmarried girls from the age of ten and up would come as well as the family of the impure bride. There would be a big feast, but she would be the centerpiece of the feast and all the girls and her family would have to eat some of her!" "Girls are told about this all the time," Monique added, "to keep them scared of giving in to a boy before marriage. And before she was killed she'd be forced to tell who the boy was and he'd first be forced to join in at the feast and then he'd be stoned to near death and then left out for a lion to eat!" "Mason's even set up a website that we gave them to check it out. You should have seen their faces!" "So does this actually exist somewhere?" François asked. "We asked Paige. She said the reference wasn't real clear, but some primitive tribe either in the Amazon rain forest or someplace like Borneo - and the last time it happened was close to two hundred years ago or something," Monique replied. "Well, let me know how it turns out. Let's eat," François said. A month went by and the three settled into a routine - school, study, outings, Monique took driving lessons, got her license, and a used four door Datsun joined the MG. The girls alternated sleeping with François, with one day in five a day of rest. Possibly lucky for François the girls never had periods that totally corresponded, but almost always Monique would start about two days before Simone and end about two days before her. One day the fifth day occurred when he went to bed early. The two went to bed at their normal time and could hear François gently snoring in his room. Weeks ago the two had pushed their beds together so that on the night when both were in the room they could chat girl talk that night and other nights they could sprawl if they wanted to. With only one desk lamp on the two talked about their nights with François. Then Monique said quietly, "Simone, I enjoy being with him a lot. But have you ever been with another girl?" "No. Not even Paige. Have you?" "Yes. At school. There were no boys and few men. When I was eleven, one of the older girls essentially seduced me. Her room mate seduced my room mate and soon we switched rooms. She, the girl who seduced me, was fourteen and we roomed together until she graduated when I was fourteen. So I found an eleven year old and we were together for two years until I was called to be François' third concubine. How I cried! I knew I'd be raped at best. I was so happy when he was kind and gentle. But I miss being with a girl." "Uh. So what do girls do?" "Well, kiss of course. Play with breasts just like François does with ours. Masturbate each other. Exchange oral sex. Some girls find something to substitute for a cock." "Uh. Are you suggesting we do something?" Simone's voice was even. "Simone, I would love to. I fear you will not." "Monique. I have never thought of such. But I have grown to like you very much - to love you in a way. Maybe if I tried it... I might like it. I know that Paige and Jenna make love from time to time. And Paige will take a girl as a client for the Locker Club... How would we start?" Monique rolled over and put her arm on Simone's shoulder. "How does he start?" she whispered, then kissed the other girl firmly on the lips. Without thinking, Simone opened her mouth and Monique slid her tongue in at once. A minute later her hand went to Simone's available breast and Simone responded at once, her hand on Monique's. Within minutes the two girls were exchanging breast caressments and nipple tweaking. Simone was the first to kiss, then suck on the dark nipple of Monique. But it was Monique who began her mouth's trip down Simone's front: breasts, chest, stomach, belly button, the edge of a full thatch of black pubic hair and down to her clit, which brought forth the younger girl's first pleasure moan. Minutes later, after some shifting, the two girls were locked in a 69, moans escaping from busy mouths - tongue and lips joined together with the other's wet pussy until each young body shook with cum after cum until they had to part and lie on their back. "I never thought I would do this," Simone said. "I have to admit, it is not as good as Mason or François, but it's much better than playing with my own pussy!" "Hard to suck your own nipples, too," Monique laughed. The two snuggled up to each other, arms around the other and drifted off to sleep. The next morning was Saturday and François slept late. The girls did not. Before they moved to the kitchen to prepare breakfast for three, they had morning sex for two. Until Paige came, the cycle became "two pricks, one pussy, and two pauses." François never knew. 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.