Date: Wed, 22 Apr 2020 16:47:10 -0400 (EDT) From: E MOSER Subject: Bi-sexual High School & Francois: # 48: JM: Concubine and Fiance Bi-sexual High School & Francois: # 48: JM: Concubine and Fiance Author's note. These stories are a development from the stories by rwxxx13 with the group title "Study bg3-17." He has approved my continuation with these stories JM: Concubine and Fiance by Larry Marian Fourteen year old Jenna Michelle Adams, wearing shorts and a rather modest halter, her blond hair up in a bun, sat on a wide wooden stool in the middle of a large, ornate bathroom, a jacuzzi tub some six or so feet away from where she sat. Around her neck she wore a simple necklace with a white "V" attached to it.Do I really want to go through with this, she thought. Mom did, and she was only 13.FM really doesn't seem to want to do this. My idea, not his. The door to the large bathroom opened and four women marched in: her mother, Paige Adams, blond, athletic and short; Simone, thin, brown hair with tan skin; Monique, with ebony muscular skin and six feet tall, and finally Cindy, also blond, her white skin tanned to something close to Simone, also athletic in build. All wore a skirt of leather strips hanging from a tied belt around their waist. Their nipples were rouged, and each wore a necklace with a jewel, each a different color. The strands of the necklaces varied from four on Paige to one on Cindy. Finally a matron, MaMa, JM knew entered, a servant behind her with a fan of colorful feathers, dressed in a cloth skirt, but with the sagging breasts of a grandmother and a headdress of feathers bobbing as she came forward. She turned to JM. "You are named Jenna Michelle Adams, is that not so?" Se chanted in accented English. JM recoiled.Only yesterday she and MaMa had visited what her mother had demanded for the playground for the children of the village, or so she had been told. MaMa had coached her in a few phrases in the tribal language and loved the response of the kids. "He who shall be my lord's grandmother is correct," she responded in English. "Good. Concubines of my son, prepare this maiden for his son." "Yes, Mistress," Paige said, with a curtsey, her leather straps moving, showing JM her mother's pubic hair, allowed to grow as this was the M'urk compound.JM knew that tonight she and FM would sleep together, while her mother would be with Francoise, FM's father and her father would be with Simone.She also knew that Monique and Cindy would have the concubinage to themselves. "Jenna Michelle Adams, are you prepared?" Her mother/First Concubine asked, in the voice of a coach. "I am, First Concubine," she responded. "We break tradition here and begin a new one. You know this ceremony and its history.For a long time it served its purpose well.But My Lord Francoise has the government to outlaw concubinage, but replace that ceremony for engagement.You are the first to receive betrothal, not concubinage. Do you understand Jenna Michelle Adams?" JM blinked at this news.For a moment she wondered what was going on with FM."I understand and await the joy of betrothal." "Good.My sisters, prepare this maiden for the ceremony."The other three all curtseyed at once and approached JM. "Stand up," Simone said, sounding like a woman sergeant she once heard when her grandfather took her to his former unit. She rose. Simone and Monique quickly removed her halter, exposing her breasts. Suddenly she felt she had to cover them, something she had never done before, but as her hands went up to her still developing breasts, Simone and Monique together struck them down. At the same time Cindy from the rear tugged JM's shorts and plain white panties down to below her knees."Step out," Cindy commanded, her voice far different from what JM normally heard. She did. "The tubs," MaMa ordered. "And the vases." At once the four left JM standing without clothes as she wondered if she were for the first time in her life naked. With the concubines gone, MaMa smiled, a grandmotherly smile.JM smiled back. "Francoise Mason loves you, my child. Just today he came to me and asked if he were worthy of you.I told him you are both worthy of each other, despite your age. "Ha. They return." JM turned to see not only her mother and the other three but three more women dressed as the ones she knew, but older, like many of her teachers.Simone and Monique carried two tubs, one inside the other, while her mom and Cindy each carried a large vase followed by the three other women, each with a vase. The little procession stopped.Simone and Monique placed the two tubs, now separated in front of her. Then her mom and Cindy poured water into one of the tubs while steam rose from the other two vases. Paige stood next to her daughter."Don't react. Be silent," she said softly, and then, "Step into this tub," she commanded as she pointed at the tub with water now in it.She did as her lips puckered as her feet felt the almost ice cold water around them.Then more cold water poured over her shoulders to cascade down her front and back. She inhaled sharply, shivered a bit, but stood silent and motionless. Her mom and Cindy poured water from a steaming vase into the second tub. "Step into this tub," Cindy commanded, pointing at the second tub. JM obeyed, moving from ice water to almost boiling water as more hot water cascaded over her shoulders. She gasped, but seconds later Monique pointed to JM. "Step out of the baths of purification," Monique said, gesturing again to leave the tub. JM did, quickly to be surrounded by Simone and Monique who quickly began to towel her dry. "You have done well," MaMa voiced."Prepare her for her presentation." The four bowed, then Monique took JM's hand to lead her to the stool she had sat on, and pointed to it. JM sat down as Simone and Cindy stood behind her, working her hair while her own mother took a brush and rouge to color JM's nipples. The hair took several minutes and then Paige ordered, "Stand up," a trace of mother love in it."Step on the stool," she said holding out her hand to sturdy JM's mounting the stool. Simone and Monique reached into a cloth bag and brought out what looked like a bundle of leather straps, which Simone shook open and then FM's father's Number Three former concubine, now wife, Monique took the skirt of leather straps and drew it around JM's waist. Simone took the laces and tied it snuggly. JM looked down to see a red stone, maybe a jewel, rested right under her belly button. "Step down and turn around," Cindy, who JM always addressed as "Aunt Cindy," said, holding out her hand. JM obeyed."Good. Now hold your arms out and spin around, shaking your hips as you do." JM looked at her "aunt" but did as instructed."Good. A bit faster." JM looked down. "But they can see me!" Paige gave a short laugh."And how many see you every day at Jones?" she asked."This is important to quite a few people, most of whom love you. Act like you are six and you and FM are on that little merry go round in the lower school yard." JM did, the skirt straps lifting up, easily showing her thighs and more. "Good," Paige said. "Jeanna Michelle, you will do well."JM gulped."Jeanna Michelle" - had she done something wrong?No.Her mother, her three "aunts" and MaMa all smiled. Simone handed her a pair of grass slippers to put on. MaMa looked at her."Your to be betrothed waits for you. We will walk down the corridor, the doors will open for you as the drums and horns signal your entrance. As you enter, dance. Dance with your knees up and your hips swaying. Raise your arms. Twirl them.Smile. Go with my love." Paige gasped, loud enough for the others to hear. "The bells?Who has my child's bells?" "Oh, shit!" came from Cindy."I forgot them!"Breaking protocol, Cindy turned and dashed back to a table to return moments later and began to fasten straps with bells attached to JM's wrists and ankles, helped by Monique. "NOW!" Commanded MaMa."Ouvere!" As the double door opened to the sound of the drums and horns, JM responded as in a dream.She raised her arms to step off like she saw cheerleaders at a ball game, knees up, twirling, bouncing while seeing more people than she expected.Her mother was behind her, dressed very much like her, but her father stood almost in front of her, wearing a tux and a badge on it. Then her Aunt Jenna, and others to include her actual grandparents and GrandpaDoc, GrandmaDoc, Cousin Paul, and Francoise in his army dress uniform.She danced towards the stage with two empty seats, following MaMa and now with Mom, Simone, Monique, and Cindy on either side of her. Then a blast of horns, a crescendo of drums and FM appeared from the rear. She gasped.She'd seen him nude, of course, and in jeans and a t-shirt, even a suit for the 8th grade dance, but here he was wearing what seemed to be a leopard skin loin cloth, anklets of some jungle beast's hair, a hair and feathered headdress, a shield on his arm and a short spear in his free hand. He hit the shield with the spear. "Will you come to me willingly?" He roared. She almost thought to say "No," but bowed and said, "To you, yes." "Then join me, Jenna Michelle Adams, as I have something from my father to say to you."JM smiled - at his tricks, she thought, but went to him, watched him drop both the spear and the shield, took his hand, and walked up the stairs to the stage hand in hand.She felt him turn her to face the guests. "There is a time for everything as the Christian Bible says.Once concubinage was good for us but now, once more male and female are in close to equal numbers.So it is time for the male to take, not a servant, but a partner. I have been playmate, then boy friend to Jenna Michelle Adams for some ten years.JM, I do not want you as my concubine. I want you as my fiancee." He reached inside the belt holding his loin cloth to pull out a small box and opened it. "May I put this ring on your finger?" JM gasped at the size of the diamond in the ring. Tears formed in her eyes as she forgot all protocol to fling her arms around FM's neck and kiss him. She heard the applause around them, but she was consumed with him, and he, obviously with her."I'm going to pick you up and carry you off to our bedroom, okay?" He whispered in her ear. "Are you going to rape me?" She responded in his ear. "Never," again in a whisper. "Make love to me?" "Always. Only that." "Can you walk faster to our bedroom?" "Yes." He did. In the morning the door opened softly as several heads looked in at the two sleeping, curled together, with most of the bedclothes cast aside.Smiles covered the faces of both parents and aunts as they closed the door and walked towards breakfast. If you have enjoyed this story, please consider a donation to Nifty.Thanks.