Date: Sat, 24 Mar 2018 11:19:12 -0400 (EDT)
From: E MOSER <steamgene@cox.net>
Subject: François : Three Weeks Later

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 Three Weeks Later
by
Larry Marion


Paige sat on the couch/bed in PR # 3 waiting. As they had left Advanced
Physics that morning François had leaned over to her and whispered,
"I will see you this afternoon in Three, mon cherie." She had nodded and
walked back towards the middle school classrooms and Mason, noticing the
sudden warmth between her legs as she walked.

She really couldn't be that horny she thought. She and Mason still slept
together four nights a week and they almost always made love at least three
of those four nights. Then there were the mornings when there was
time. Most weeks she continued to meet at least one boy, and normally two,
Wednesday and Thursday, but never in PR#3. Of course, most of those weren't
very satisfying. Both the eighth grade boys and the freshmen tended to cum
very fast and most of them had no real idea how to help a girl cum. Now,
those who had been subjects of one of the Corporation's studies had a much
better idea, but none were as thoughtful as Mason or as skilled as
François, or Sam, for that matter.

Of course Jenna was totally wrapped up with Sam, so they made love no more
than twice a week - not like it had been when Jenna had first moved in with
Paige and before parents had bent to the young teens actually sleeping
together.

Then the door opened and François stepped in, his ebony skin almost
shinning in the light from the door, before he shut and locked it. She had
told herself she would be calm and wait for him. That lasted a millisecond
until she looked down from his smiling face and saw his cock growing,
rising, and getting hard. With that she jumped off the bed, ran to him,
jumped up, throwing her arms and legs around his six foot two inch body and
began kissing him passionately.

"Oh, François, darling, love, passion. Oh, God. I want you so
badly. Je veux basis er!!" He kissed her back, his hands roaming around her
butt, kissing her, his fingers slipping into her crack, sliding up the
already wet pussy walls.

"The accent, my love, it is not quite there. But I feel the passion. I have
mine." With that he took his hard prick and guided it to the opening of her
pussy. "Okay, my sweet, lower yourself." She did as he turned and gently
walked them to the nearest wall, adjusted as he eased her back to the wall
and then began to gently pump her while she moved her hips.

"Oh, God. So good, François! Oh. I feel like talking dirty, yet we
are making love."

"Talking dirty?"

"I love your cock in my pussy! After you cum, I want to suck you off until
you cum in my mouth and I swallow your sweet cum." She laughed. "That's
talking dirty. Oh, God it feels so good in me. So good. François!
You are making me cum already! Yes!"

"And I am, too, darling. I'm about to...YES!!"

She felt the first blast of his cum - his seed - the stuff that make her a
mother except for the shot which prevented her egg from joining with his
sperm. And like Mason and Sam and Paul and.... his sperms died as they left
his cock. But, living or dead, that sperm stream, the first of six - or was
it seven - filled her and she rocked with her first cum.

As they finished, he lowered her to the floor and she kissed his chest, he
kissed her forehead, and then she looked up, he looked down, and they
kissed again until she felt his cock grow hard again and she sank to her
knees to welcome it a second time. This time in her mouth and with her
tongue. "Such a beautiful, wonderful cock," she said softly kissing the
purple tip. "I want him in my mouth. I'll take care of him," she whispered
as she took the tip into her lips. "Umm," she said, letting her tongue play
with it before she began to rock back and forth on in, her hand steadying
him.

"Oh, Paige," François said softly. "Your tongue. Your lips. Your
mouth."



"Feels so good," she said between head licks. "He fills my mouth so well."
She began to bob again, fast enough that her small breasts began to jiggle.

"Oh," he moaned. Her mouth full of hard cock all she could do was moan as
she felt another cum rise up.

The bobbing ceased and the licking of the head resumed. "J'aime ta bite,"
she moaned,

"My Paige, My sweet, wonderful Paige. And you show it so well." As she
heard those words, her cum hit her and she shook.

Even as she felt the waves of passion she moved so only a fraction of an
inch separated the swollen head and her lips. "Even now that white ewe
sucks a coal black ram," she said and hastily swallowed the first four
inches of his cock. "And, Paige, I cum!" She barely got the head safely
back in her warm mouth when his first sweet-salty shot of cum flooded her
mouth, followed closely by a second. Four more times as she swallowed. "Oh,
God, my darling," he muttered to her.

"So wonderful," she replied. "Like you,"

"You are too. But, let's go lie on the couch and let me tell you of some
things, mon petite cheri." With that he raised her to her feet, put his arm
around her waist and they walked to the couch and lay down on their sides,
facing each other.

"So. What to tell me, François?" she asked as she gently kissed him
and rubbed his nipples. "Perhaps that age of your to be first wife. You
said when she comes of age. What is that age, and how old is she now?"

He kissed her on the forehead and tweaked a nipple. "Margaret has just
turned eleven. She comes of age at sixteen, but probably our parents will
have her finish high school at least, if not university before we marry."

"ELEVEN?? And she comes of age at sixteen? You are going to be one horny
guy when you get married."

"Oh, no, sweet Paige. My parents are already looking for a girl who would
be eligible to be my concubine while I am at university. I asked Mama about
paying the price on Margaret to release her so I could marry you. I pointed
out that first wife must be the oldest and you are older than Margaret. She
said that was impossible, but perhaps you could be my senior concubine."

"Uh. I don't think so. But. Mom and Dad Doc would be pissed. They have
plans for me. And for Mason. And for that matter, Jenna." Paige continued
to rub his nipples, then began to slide her hand slowly down his chest. She
glanced down to see a purple headed prick looking up at her.

"So in America, Mason would have two wives?"

"No. Just one. Me. But Jenna would be involved. She would be his
significant other, they say. But Sam might make that part of the plan go
away. But François, we are here now, on this couch. You and me. Time
moves forward." She reached down and rubbed his cock. "You seem ready. Fais
moi l'amour." With that he rolled Paige on her stomach and gently moved her
legs so she knelt, slid behind her, and entered her.

"I will, darling," he said and began to pump her pussy. She moaned.

"Oh, God, that feels good, François. So good. If it were otherwise,
I would be your concubine. I would be your harlot. But we must do as we
must. "

"We must, dear Paige," he said as his breathing began to get deeper even as
his cock drove deeper into her wet snatch.

"Oh, François, your prick is so deep. Your balls won't fit!"

"I know, my sweet. But your pussy lips stop them nicely!"

"Oh. I'm coming up to a cum again. You are a wonderful lover, darling
François!" She gave a deep moan and then "AH!!"

"You are too. So good. So wet. So warm. I am so glad I sent that note!"

"I only wish you had sent it earlier. How many days of love have we
missed?"

"It's okay. And, my sweet Paige, again, I am about to."

"Then go faster, François. " With that Paige began to thrust her
hips forwards and backwards to the strong pushes of his prick.

"Ah, YES!" and again she felt the flutter of his prick and the rush of his
cum.

Sometime later as she felt his cock once more tense in her eager mouth the
PA opened and a metallic voice called, Private Room #3 occupants. Late bus
in ten minutes. You must be dressed and out of the building by
then. Fortunately, François's cock just then once more shot a load
into her mouth. She did not linger, but swallowed and separated as soon as
he finished. She stood, they kissed, and quickly left the room, raced to
their lockers to retrieve their clothes. Once more Paige thrust her panties
and bra in her book bag, slung it over and raced outside to see the Late
Bus pulling away. A feeble wave of her hand did nothing, but
François came out, took her hand and they walked to his car.

Even as the car left the parking lot, she was on her knees again, undoing
his pants. By the time she'd finished and gotten back on the seat, he
pulled up in the drive. There was a quick look at each other and then she
was out and into her house, knowing that both Jenna and Mason were already
doing home work.

She stopped in the bathroom, took off her top, took a pee, and rinsed her
mouth. Then she took her clothes in one hand, her book bag in the other and
walked into her shared room. The two looked up at her.

"Well, hello," Jenna said.

"Hil I missed the late bus and got a ride from another physics student who
was studying late." Well he was studying - just not physics. Physical,
yeah. But she saw Jenna and Mason look at her with glazed eyes.

"Must have had something to do with velocity," Mason said. "You must have
done a lot of running."

"Yeah. I think I'll take a quick shower," Paige said, turning towards the
door.

"Good idea," Jenna said. "As mom used to say, make sure you wash between
your legs."

"Damn," she said as the hot water rushed the sweat of two people off
her. "They know. " A tear trickled down her already wet face. "Damn."



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