Date: Thu, 3 May 2018 10:45:34 -0400 (EDT) From: E MOSER Subject: Francois: Mile High Club and Georges # 25 Francois: Young Friends & High School: Mile High Club and Georges # 25 Author's note. These stories are a development from the stories by rwxxx13with the group title "Study bg3-17." He has approved my continuation with his characters as individuals. Mile High Club and Georges by Larry Marian In the three seat row sat Mason on the aisle, then 11 month old Jenna Michelle in her travel seat in the middle and next to the window, Paige. The cabin of the plane was darkened as it was 0300 European/African time as the plane headed towards Dakar, Senegal. There they would meet Francois and Simone and the Lear jet that would take them to Cameroon and the family home where they would stay almost a month. Paige leaned over towards Mason, careful not to waken JM, who was still not an expert at sleeping through the night. Good at it, but this was the first time for her in an airplane. "If we're going to do it, now's the best time," she whispered and grinned. "Will it count?' Mason asked. "If we say it does, it does. And we don't have to say a thing to Simone. I know what's going to happen in the Lear. And God speed to you both, I say. But.. go to the bathroom. I'll move JM to the window seat and then go to the bathroom when you return. We have our blankets. Later we can move JM to the middle. If you want the window seat for when dawn breaks and we see the African coast - I've seen it - you haven't, love." Mason gave a quiet laugh. "What about you and Francois?" "Unless they're redone the interior, comfort goes to one couple. I think we're going to sit side by side, cuddle, smooch, play with JM, and talk. We have our certificate." She grinned and then kissed the now 16 year old she'd loved for four years. "So we go back to that first time. I remember it and I know you do, too, love." Mason leaned over "their" girl and kissed Paige. "Back in a minute or so," as he got off the seat. A few minutes later he returned, swaying between the aisles as Paige sat in the aisle seat with JM strapped in, fast asleep, by the window with the shade drawn. Mason stood as Paige got up, grabbed her small purse, and headed towards the bathrooms in the back of the jet. She entered the tiny toilet, lowered her panties, and sat down. She then removed the panties and put them in her purse, finished up and returned to their seats, now on the aisle with Mason in the middle and JM happily asleep, maybe dreaming of the "...lions and tigers and bears.." she'd been told about. She sat down and Mason helped her with the blankets that covered both of them as well as draping JM. Again they kissed, then Paige felt Mason's hand under the blanket slide under her skirt. "It's easier for you," she whispered, as she fumbled with his zipper. "It's payback time for bra hooks," he whispered in reply. She tittered. "Mason, I love you so much." "I love you, too," he replied as she felt his hand go up under her skirt. She got the zipper free, then the belt and his waist button so as his finger entered her pussy, her hand closed around his peter and both began to pleasure the other. They kissed. "We haven't done this since we were twelve." "Figure out the date and we'll do it once a year," Paige suggested. "Oh, God, Paige. I can't believe you're about to make me cum!" "Me, to. I think it's where we are!" "OHHH!!" There was a long pause. "Damn, I made a mess." "I was quiet. But I think I did too. And I'm snuggled with you and going to sleep." Paige woke up to JM's hunger cry. She reached under the seat for the baby bag and got out an approved container of mixed fruit and a small finger bar. She offered the bar to JM who took it at once and began to gnaw on it. After that came the fruit and after that as the cabin began to lighten, some milk. Then she cleaned JM who of course wanted to play and became unhappy she couldn't. One of the attendants came by. "Maybe a little walk up and down the aisle would help. How is she with strangers? " Paige laughed. "Believe it or not, we are resident counselors for seventh and eighth graders. Jenna Michelle has never met a stranger." "You do seem a bit young. She yours?" "Yes, ma'am. But I can't answer any more questions about her." " Hmm. Well, let's see if a bit of a walk and some bouncy will make her happier. If you'll let me carry her." Paige handed the fussy JM to the flight attendant who began to pat her and coo at her with funny faces. That seemed to calm JM down. Paige began to nudge Mason. He turned a groggy eye towards her. "Not my historic wake up call?" "Not now. An attendant is walking JM which seems to be calming her down. But I think she's more than a bit suspicious. " "Oh. Well go put on your badge. Uh, maybe you need to put your bra on first!" Mason grinned. But Paige was in a rest room doing just that when the JM and the attendant returned. "Where's Mom?" she asked. "She is the restroom. She should be out in a minute, but I'll take JM if you're tired of her," "I'm not, but it looks like she wants her dad, so here," and she gave JM to Mason who took her and played faces with her until Paige came out. She reached into a pocket and took out three small shiny wings. "We don't give these out to kids any longer - not since 9-11, but there were some in a drawer. The Captain wants your daughter to have them when she's a bit older. "He noticed you're Paige Jefferson and said that if you are the Paige Jefferson who is a Corporation agent, could you come with me up to the cockpit door?" Paige and Mason exchanged looks. "Uh. I guess. But yes, I'm Corporation Special Agent II Class Paige Jefferson. So, I'll go up there if I can take JM. This is her first plane ride, after all. And when we land, we're in a Lear Jet for the final leg." "Sure. Just don't let him steal her." So Paige and JM followed the attendant up the aisle to the cockpit door where the attendant signaled and a moment later a man in a pilot's uniform came back out. "Ms. Jefferson? Paige Jefferson? Special Agent III Class?" "Yes, I am. Uh, you wanted to see me?" Paige ignored her promotion. "Yes. I want you to know that I had an eleven year old daughter, Kimberly Sue kidnapped walking home from school four years ago. It was a child porn ring. She was missing over a year, but we saw cuts from some of the films they forced her to do. That gang you busted. One turned evidence. We have our daughter back. She's okay." Paige thought she saw a tear in his eye. "I can only say thank you from the bottom of my heart. And I can't wait to tell my wife I met the brave girl who saved our Kim." "Well, thank you, Thank you. But how did you know my name? I mean there was nothing - or almost nothing about it in the news. And won't be for awhile. My face goes public and I'm no use any more." "I retired from the Pentagon. There's a section with those who were awarded the medal you received. A young baby faced blue eyed blond girl just sort of stood out. And then the description that went beyond the citation. Wow. Thanks so much. " Then he came to attention, gave a crisp salute, and went back to the cabin. Paige wiped her eyes and headed back to their seats. "So what was that about?" Mason asked. "That kiddie porn ring. One guy spilled the beans and they got their daughter back alive." "Wow. Great," Mason said. "Ladies and Gentlemen. The Captain has turned on the fasten seat belt sign and is preparing to land in Dakar International Airport, Senegal. Place your seats in an upright position, return any tray and make sure any luggage under you is secure. We should be on the ground in twenty minutes." They were on the ground about then and unload in another twenty or so. When Paige presented her passport there was a bit of talk between two customs officials and they were soon waved to the VIP waiting room. Paige had a feeling of de ja vue as she was sure the "guard" was the same as last year. The three were ushered in at once and were met by Francois, Simone, and Georges, all in Western clothes. Francois threw his arms around Paige, Mason around Simone, and Georges asked to hold Jenna Michelle. After greetings, Francois and Paige led the way to the cart that carried them and their baggage to the private plane terminal where they entered the Lear Jet, which looked exactly like it did the year before, down to the curtained bed in the rear. The six got seated after their luggage got stored and within minutes the Lear was in the air and climbing. Paige looked towards Mason and pointed towards the rear. Mason whispered to Simone who looked at him, smiled and nodded towards Francois, who nodded back. "You'd better not say no," Paige whispered to him. He gave a low chuckle. "Of course not. But what about us?" "I think we're the hosts. We wait. And you have to remember - I have a baby to care for. Mason is good. He can give a bottle - but the twins are still like you and Mason - they want the real McCoy still." "I have to say. You are the real McCoy!" He grinned. "I'm still not sure what that means." Paige laughed. "I don't know either. Ask my dad." With that she put her arm around them as they kissed, Simone led Mason to the curtained bed in the rear and Georges seemed to have a great time with JM and she with him. The four passengers outside the curtained bed area let their lives continue and ignored the two behind the curtain. Paige took JM from Georges and gave a class on diaper changing, to Georges' disgust and Paige's comments on what happens. Finally Mason and Simone emerged, holding hands, and took two of the seats in the actual passenger area. Francois looked at Paige and gestured towards the rear and she shook her head. He nodded. "They're smiling," Paige said. "They are. Until tonight?" "Yes. Or after we get home." Paige lowered her voice. "I think my fiance and your second concubine are going to go to the back of the plane before it lands." Francois smiled. "I think you're right. She was. A half hour later the couple got up and went back to the berth area and closed the curtain. Mason and Simone appeared just as the captain announced preparation to land. Then they were on the ground, through customs as fast as Paige had been by herself last year, and into the Land Rover with driver and guard. Simone and Mason sat in the rear, with Georges and the other three in the middle. As they rolled through the village a child looked up, saw Paige, waved and shouted. Soon there were lots of kids waving as they drove to the house to be met by MaMa and PaPa with friendly greetings. Paige and Mason both got kisses, with PaPa's being very friendly for a second. "Later" he said softly to Paige. She mouthed a word and moved rapidly to MaMa. Then Francois lead Paige to their room, where she had stayed before while Simone led Mason, not to the concubine room, but one of the major guest rooms. Once inside their room, after placing JM on the floor, and making a quick visual sweep for danger, Paige and Francois held each other at arms length and just looked at each other for a minute. "They say I am to wear a dress dashiki," Francois said. "Then shall I wear my leather skirt, or a boubou?" "Your choice, dear. "You know what Simone and Monique will wear?" "Monique has gone home to family for awhile. One reason is an ailing grandfather. Another is she just misses her family. And I think she needs a rest. Simone asked me and I told her to wear what was appropriate. " Paige smiled. "Remember, I am limiting us to ten times a day at most and there is no holdover. Now, lets get in a quick shower." "I remember coming into the gym shower room as the fourth graders were coming from their gym and one yelled `Last one in is a rotten egg' and there was a charge." At that Paige tore off her panties and raced towards the three head shower. Francois was right behind her. The shower was hot and soapy and the toweling was through and laugh filled. Then put on her slippers, walked to the bed and sat down on the foot. "Come, dear. We have time before the dinner to decide what I will wear. Stand before me, my love." As Paige watched Francois pace towards her, she saw his cock rise and harden. "Oh, yes," she breathed. "God, that is beautiful," as she cupped his balls and placed her other hand on the eight inch thick shaft. "Do you want to suck me, Paige?" "Oh, yes, Francois. Yes." At that she felt his hand on the back of her head; something that didn't ordinarily happen. But she opened her mouth, shielded her teeth with her lips and let his cock slide into her willing mouth. She began to administer to the the large black cock she'd first taken three years ago. Her rhythm and variance was good. Then she heard Francois say, "Georges. Why are you here? Go! Now!! To your room. NOW!!" There was a muffled cry which caused Paige to see Georges standing in the door, his mouth open. From his location he could clearly see that his brother's cock was buried in the mouth of his counselor to be. Then he turned and fled. She withdrew. "Oh, crap." "He's gone. Please finish if you will." She returned to his cock. A minute later he said, "God, Paige. Soon...NOW!" and she caught the first rush of his orgasm. She turned her mind to enjoying the end and then the withdrawal. "He did this last year," she said. "He did. Last year it was possible he didn't see clearly." "He had a clear view of where your cock and my mouth were. He's at least heard at Jones about sucking or blowing. I'm sure he knows what we were doing." "Well, we have to be more careful." "Yes. You need to go talk to him. Remind him how far I can throw a varsity American tackle, or whatever you think best. There's no way he's walking in to see me naked. He's seen me nude hundreds of time at least - 7/8 and 5/6 have meals together and, of course, either Mason or myself eat with them as opposed to with the sophomores, most of the time." "I will. Now let's get dressed," Francois said as he began to don his dashiki. Paige grinned and went to the cabinet of things she had left behind to pull out the slit leather skirt and gold necklace showing her to be the head or first concubine. Then, together, they headed for the family dining room, Paige holding JM, who squirmed most of the time. There should be plenty of fruits and vegetables for JM to nibble on during dinner. Paige was a bit surprised to see a high chair next to what would be her seat. She grinned when she saw Simone wore her concubine uniform while holding hands with Mason. JM saw him and really began to squirm, She put her arms out and began to call "DaDa!" Paige put her down and she stood for a few moments then began to walk towards Mason slowly before dropping to all fours and moved in a rapid crawl towards him. He picked her up and she said "DaDa,DaDa!" several times. Paige walked over. "Looks like you have a duty assigned, love," she said softly. "I think I do. This may make weaning faster." Paige nodded. As dinner ended PaPa signaled Paige and she approached with a quick curtsey. He took her hand in a fatherly way and leaned to her ear. "Is tomorrow morning at six to early for you, dear Paige?" "Your son sleeps late. Six will be fine. But I must feed my daughter soon after," "That is a duty done cheerfully after pleasure." Paige smiled. "It is indeed pleasure. Six, my lord," Francois , JM, and Paige soon left after Mason held and kissed JM who gave only a small fuss. She fussed even less as Paige put her to bed then faced a Francois who had removed and hung up his dashiki and now stood nude and 6' 4", nude and eight inches hard in front of Paige. "How would you like me? Shall I remove my skirt or do you wish me to leave it on?" she said coyly. With that he grabbed her under her arms and raised her up so they were face to face and they kissed franticly. She threw her arms around his neck and crushed her breasts between them. Francois kept one arm under her and around her back and the other slid between her legs. "God dear, you are already wet." "I know, Just lie me on the edge of the bed, dearest." He did, Paige on her back, her legs dangling and spread and he entered her slowly but fully as he looked down and played with her breasts. "Oh, God. Yes, Francois" as she hooked her legs behind him and began to move her hips in rhythm with his thrusts. "God Paige. You are so good," he moaned. She gave a low moan. "Ah. That cock. So - I'm a good fuck for a white girl?" "You are the best I have ever had. But don't tell Simone or Monique. They remain jealous of you! But they love you. Oh. I'm close, Paige. I've abstained for three days. OH!!" Paige felt his surge as he released himself. "God, Francois. I'm cumming!! Yes!! OH, YES!!" JM let out a wail and stood up in her crib. "Oh, shit. My yells. Francois, no afterglow for this one. Let me get JM. But first, love, go get me a face towel. I think I need to clean up just a bit before I get JM. Then you get into bed and we'll join you while I tell her a bedtime story." Francois backed out as Paige gazed at his now semi-erect cock which glistened with their collective moisture. He brought back a towel and she cleaned herself then went and got a very irate Jenna Michelle who stretched out her arms and said, "MaMa," several times until Paige had her in her arms and then took her back to the bed and laid her down next to Francois and then got in bed herself. "Alright, Jenna Michelle, once upon a time, a long time ago when MaMa was only 13 she founded the Locker Club. It was a joke at first, but became serious. Towards the end of the year she got a note from a boy, a very nice, very wonderful note asking to meet her and he signed it as "F." Now, MaMa had been with almost every boy in the school old enough and couldn't figure out who "F" was since the only two she knew who might have written that note were a boy she did not like and another boy from Africa named `David.' "She was confused, but the note was so nice and so polite that she wrote back a note saying `yes' and `at once.' So the next day she went to a private room and waited and then in walked David! But he said in his own country he went by `Francois' but David here because Americans couldn't pronounce it well. "You don't know about this Jenna Michelle, but your MaMa then sucked Francois, just like she's going to when you fall asleep soon. But then she did the unthinkable because it was sort of against Locker Club rules and she claimed up on top of him and put his hard again prick into her very wet pussy and they made what some call love for the first, but really the second time. " She looked down at JM. "She's asleep dear. Let me put her in the crib and turn off the lights. Don't get under the covers. " Paige gently picked up JM, put her in the crib, covered her with the light blanket, turned off the lights except for the night light by JM and went back to bed,but with her head resting on Francois' flat belly, looking in the darkness at his cock now at full attention. "I'm not sure MaMa would approve of that faily story," he said. "She hasn't heard the end of it, love. " She gave the cockhead a lick. "I haven't told her how much I love doing this." "Do I get to tell her how good her mom is and how much I enjoy it?" "Of course." She began to lick down the shaft as she cupped his balls. "Hmmm..." "You're playing with me." "You want your black cock in my mouth." "Yeah. I'd like you to swallow it." With that her tongue retraced its steps to the head, gave it a lick and then took it into here mouth, then began to go down. After about three inches she bobbed back up, then slid down again, taking two more in. A third time she went in, all the way to Francois' ball sac, before coming back and releasing the dong. "How was that?" she asked quietly. "Fantastic, Paige." She took it back in and went to work on the eight inch dick. His moans continued though he kept them low until she could tell he was about to cum. "Yes, Baby. Shooting soon, Yes. OH, YES!!" as his cum flooded her mouth. She gulped and swallowed until he spent his seed for that time, "So good," he said, "Yeah, she said." They rested in each other's arms for a while before making love again, this time in their well liked doggie position. As they lay together, kissing gently, Francois whispered, "That's four, Paige. Tomorrow is going to be a long day." "I'm more than satisfied," she whispered back. "Night dear," and she gave him a light kiss and the two drifted off to sleep. Jenna Michelle woke up about four and fussed for a bit until Paige let her nurse for awhile, then changed her and put her back down. Paige went back to sleep and woke up again at six. She slipped out of bed, pulled on a robe and slippers to quietly leave their room and walk down the dark hall to PaPa's door. Without knocking she walked in to find him sitting up in bed, a bedside lamp on. The covers were down to his thighs so she could see his erection. She shut the door and he held out his arms to her. Three steps and she was kneeling on the bed next to him, hugging and kissing. "PaPa, I can't stay long. Jenna Michelle will wake soon and will want breakfast. But I want you so badly." "Paige, my child, I have dreamed of your return these past eleven months. Look, I am on my back. You are on your knees. Are you ready to receive me comfortably?" "Oh, I am. I think I left a trail from our room to yours." "Then straddle me and let us have love," he said gently. Without thinking, Paige did as suggested, moving over his massive cock, taking it in one hand and guiding it into her wet pussy and then settling down the shaft. Only when she rested on him did she remember that this was Mason and her position, the position they used when they gave each other their virginity. She bit her lip and gave a shrug and began to move up and down. "You feel good," he said. "So do you," she replied. "God, do you. I'm cumming soon. Soon, OH!!" "And me, Paige! Me!" as Paige felt his cum enter her. That hit her button and she felt her cum too. Then she fell forward on top of him who was her lover's father. They hugged for a few moments. "Oh, I wish I could stay. But I have to get back to JM. I know she will be up, hungry, and needing cleaning soon, " "I know. You are being a good mother," With that she kissed him again, got out of the bed, put on her robe and slippers and headed back to the room she shared with Francois for this visit. She opened the door to find his sitting on their bed, with JM sitting on his bare lap as he fed her something with a spoon. "Hi," he said. "She wouldn't wait for Mom. How's PaPa?" He smiled at her, a friendly smile. "PaPa?" Her eyes flew up. "Paige. Come on. It's okay. I knew last year PaPa set his sights on you. I saw his hunting techniques last night at dinner." Paige gulped. "You aren't mad?" "Are you mad about Simone or Monique? You can't be about Angelica. As far as I'm concerned she's still a virgin. She will be for another what, four years?" "I think five. Maybe I'm a bit confused right now," "Paige Michelle Jefferson confused?" While this went on, Francois continued to feed Jenna Michelle. Then JM turned and saw Paige. "Mama! Mama!!" she called, not unhappy, but excited to see Paige. Paige rushed to her. "You're doing great, Francois, but I think she wants a bit of the milk course. You can't do that and maybe we can talk as she drinks. Yes, I went to your father this morning. We were together several times last year. You're right. I know you sleep with both Simone and Monique, individually. I think maybe sometimes a trio?" "Not often. I love my father - but he is something of a leech. But I know he thinks much of you for you. Otherwise I would have warned you more directly. " He grinned. "Tell, me, my love and Chief Concubine, how many times did you and my father make love this morning?" "Only once. He asked for six and that is too close to JM's breakfast time." "Tell him seven from now on. I'm going to count that against ours." He grinned. "Looks like JM is finished with your breast. Suppose we put her on the floor and let her scuttle around for awhile while we do the same in our bed. Then we get dressed and see what the others want to do. Sound good?" "Sounds great!" And the next two weeks were great, mostly. Paige enjoyed watching Mason's introduction to Africa. She didn't enjoy as much when they came across one of the ant hills that Georges had not show Paige last year. Whether the ants had killed the baby antelope or had found it dead, they swarmed over the little body with some actually moving it towards the ant hill some 10 meters away while others scurried with pieces back to the hill and returned for more. More enjoyable, they watched JM play with the village babies about her age, all of them nude, all of them totally unaware of sex, race, or social status. At the same time, Paige met with the school teachers and a few elders about what they needed. Francois stood by her as she told them what she could afford, and then turned to him and said, "Can you match this? You know what they need." Francois puffed himself up and then said, " We will support, for sure." While all of this happened, Georges was either eyes behind, or the tail. Sometimes it was hard to tell which. One morning, as time for Mason, Paige, and Jenna Michelle were to fly home, three weeks before the others, Paige and PaPa lingered at the bedroom door. PaPa was off for three days, and Paige kissed him before returning to her and Francois' bedroom. She had not worn a robe for more than a week, so they were both nude as they hugged and kissed. Then Paige saw Georges come out of his room. He saw them and quickly went back inside. She gave PaPa a final hug and went down the hall, opened the door and went inside. As she did, JM, standing very straight on her legs turned to Paige and said, "MaMa. See BlaPaPa?" and pointed to Francois. Francois laughed and Paige said, "Have we confused her? By the way, you are going to see your son on your way to California, right?" He looked down for a moment. "I plan to come a week early and see him. I hadn't said anything to you because I know you are going to be busy and I want to have time with him and his mother. I know that's strange, but we didn't think this part out. It's really hard to be a dad when part of the year you're fifteen hundred kilometers to the west and part you are twenty five to the east. Next summer, I want to have him with me in Cameroon and you and Mason and the twins with us. And I will come for Christmas. I need to be a dad, not a father." Paige smiled. "Of course. They'll be talking like crazy by then. I wonder what will happen when Jenna Michelle sees you and Mason together. What will she say?" That answer came three days before they were to leave. Paige took Jenna Michelle down to the village and there stripped her of her shirt and diaper and let her race to her friends, all dressed the same and let them play until it was almost hard to tell who was African and who American because of the dust on them. Then Francois, Mason, and Simone came in a Land Rover, driven by Francois as they were not going out into the bush. The three got out of the vehicle and walked towards Paige and the playground. Paige grabbed JM and turned her towards the three figures coming towards her. JM smiled. "Papa! BlaPapa!" and scuttled towards them. Both squatted down and held out their hands. "NO!" Paige roared. "Don't make her choose! Stand up. Arms at your side." Her two men did as Jenna Michelle Jefferson went first to Francois and hugged his leg and then to Mason and did the same. Paige picked her up and presented her first to Mason who kissed her and then to Francois who did the same, "I know you have seen my son, Jenna Michelle," Francois said. "I hope you will see more of him. May you come to feel towards him as I do towards your mother." The farewell dinner was magnificent. Monique returned two days before and both Francois and Mason were reduced to going out in a Land Rover with rifles to hunt the varmits attacking the sheep, Paige wore an silver incrusted boubou, though with a gold necklace with a ruby, while Simone wore a pale blue spaghetti striped gown and Monique wore a pant suit. As though they wanted to bounce back, Francois wore a simple black tux, adorned only with a badge of an order, while Mason wore a formal dashiki. Like the clothes, the meal was a delicious hodge-podge of European and African dishes. Paige sipped two glasses of wine, one white, one red so at the end of the meal she was maybe a bit tipsy. In any event, she and Francois walked back to their room with her leaning on him, arm around his waist. They walked in and he closed the door. She threw her arms around him. "How many times have we made love today, my magnificent cock?" she asked. "Only four," he replied. "We agreed to safe some for our last night for over a month." She pulled the boubou over her head, leaving the necklace on. "Take off your clothes, my lord Fancois. These are good, No bra, no panties, no shorts. You see my pussy ready. I wanna see your cock, your dick, your prick. Ah, there it is." She reached out and took the eight inch hard cock in her hand. "No, I'm not going to suck it yet." She spat on her hand and then rubbed it before climbing up on the bed, on her hands and knees, "Come take me, my ebony master. Aim high. I've sucked you a hundred times and fucked you two hundred, at least, this trip, But my butt hasn't been touched. No, Wait. I want that long, fat licorice stick in my butt, but not first. First in my mouth. Yet, Licorice, Mason is raspberry. You - you're licorice. She turned and sat on the side of the bed, leaning forward. "Come, Francois, Come cum in my mouth. Then you'll take longer in my butt and my pussy, won't you?" "Easy, Paige, Maybe we should just go to sleep and wake up early." "No. Come get a blow job, Francois. I'm still hungry." "Okay. " With that he stepped up to her as she cupped his balls and let her thumb held guide the hard, swollen prick to her lips. She used no finesse, but took the cock deep and fast and began pumping it, while she squeezed his balls. He moaned, maybe to speed the hummer up. She was sober enough to feel the twitch of his dong in her mouth as his cum began and then the warm fluid filled her mouth. She didn't swallow until he'd shot three times then saved the rest until he finished. She didn't swallow, but stood up and kissed him and let his cum back into his mouth. She turned and got back on the bed, on her hands and knees, her calfs sticking out from the bed. She looked back. "You can lube your dick with my pussy. It's wet. Take it slow and easy Francois. You know I haven't done this very often." "I know. I'm surprised." She felt his cock slide into her very damp pussy, move once, then withdraw. There was a fumble as he searched a bit for her rose bud until she felt the thick head begin to enter. She moaned and pushed back letting it dive deeper. "Uhh," she breathed as it filled her and he again began to pump. As he did she began to rock back and forth, her head going down until her face buried itself in the bed which muffled her moans. "Ah, YESS!!" from Francois as he came. They remained motionless for a minute. "Stay where you are dear. Let me get a wash cloth," he said. He was gone and then back and he washed her butt. "I'm hard again. Shall we do the regular?" In answer she scooted up so she was totally on the bed then flipped on her back, and raised her legs to bring her feet close to her head. "I'm ready, Francois. Nail me." She saw Francois shake his head a bit, but then walked up to her and without any foreplay, entered her and began to pump. "Yes, I'm going to miss this," she said. "Yes. God, I just had a cum. " She began to hump her butt in synch with his driving cock. It took awhile for Francois to cum and in that time Paige had three more cums. When he finished and withdrew, she looked up at him. "I'm really tired," she said as her head turned to one side and she fell asleep. She didn't know when he gently moved her body so it was in the bed correctly, got her under the covers, and then got in beside her. Then he fell asleep. * * * * * * * * The next morning Mason and Paige got a royal send off but they and Jenna Michelle were the only passengers in the Land Rover and then the Lear, per agreement with Francois and Simone. After all, they would be at Jones the Friday before Labor Day along with Desiree, Georges, and two bright seventh graders from the village, Joan and Jacques. Mason and Paige sat close to each other, mostly whispering, but pausing to hear JM chatter: `tree...monkey.... boy..." "Her vocabulary grows," Paige said. "It does - strangely. By the way, you okay this morning?" "I don't have a hangover. But I was pretty wild, Mason. I really was. I mean, I' m not sure you'd want to know what we did." He laughed. "How long have I known you? You can be wild. Okay you and Francois had regular sex several times." Paige nodded. "Oral sex a few times." Again she nodded. "Somehow I don't think you had group sex. At least you didn't invite Simone and me." She nodded. "So that leaves your butt and/or he creamed you." "Before I even started to jerk him off, I fell asleep. So yeah, my butt. We kissed in the morning. That was it. I didn't have a hang over, but I was played out. " "You're a small girl, Paige. I don't think two glasses of wine would do that to me, but I'm bigger. You have next to no fat except your boobs, and they seem to be going back to the size they were before you became a milk factory." "Mama! " came from JM. "Hmm. Hand me the baby bag, love. Parenting time, I think." * * * * * * * * * The three boarded the plane to Dakar and a flight this time to Amsterdam and a night in a hotel at the airport that looked like it had been modeled on STAR WARS. The three had a day in Amsterdam with a canal tour. Even JM seemed to take notice of it. Paige shook her head as they went past the line waiting to enter the Anne Frank house. Then a night in the Netherlands and the flight home the next morning. They arrived back home and were picked up by Mason's folks and Francois Mason who might be a month younger than JM, but seemed to talk a bit more. While they were gone, Michelle Louise had gone to the Jones, so they now had two eleven month olds with Susie now "Mama" to two babies, with lots of help from Grandma, of course. August went by with the first birthday party of the twins, who managed to smear each other with birthday cake. Those waiting for the raft of first birthdays in September took note to keep the guest of honor at more than arms distance from the cake. The advance party was Francois, Simone, and Monique, met by Mason, Paige, Jenna, and Marsha. With Marsha came Jerry. The two SUVs took them all to Mason's home where everybody else hung back while Francois, Francois Mason, and Ms. Adams worked on meeting of father and son. In the middle waddled JM, who looked at Francois and cried "BlaPaPa" and ran to him, her pudgy arms out. It took a bit but soon the twins and FM were playing happily with Francois, Simone, and Monique acting as herders, Fortunately the Adams rented an extra crib so bedtime came with Mason and Paige in their normal bedroom with a large crib holding the twins, Francois and Monique in with FM in the rented crib, Marsha and Simone in Marsha's bedroom, and supposedly Jerry on the family room sofa bed. Nobody with knowledge ever said what happened after the lights went out. School began the day after Labor Day when all students reported. First to arrive were the student counselors and the faculty, the Monday before to get things ready. On Wednesday came eight veteran middle and high school students to help the new students, especially the dormers, who seemed to need an additional dorm. Friday was the big day for both faculty and student as all the new students and most of the dormers came to get settled in. The newest part was a nursery in the main building for four and younger to service babies and toddlers from six weeks to four years old. Paige enrolled the twins, FM, and Samantha Paige into the nursery. It cost Mason and Paige $20 a week for them, but they no longer could come to class with them. Francois put down a check for the year for FM, and Sammie got covered, Friday afternoon Paige and Mason, along with the twins, maybe making a first and last appearance met their former seventh graders, now eighth graders with a few new ones and their new seventh graders, both veterans from the previous year, and the new ones. Of course, as they met in the 7/8 Common Room all were dressed except for Paige and Mason. With half the students returnees, clothes came off rapidly except for one Muslim girl who fiddled with her headscarf. Paige went to her. "We're nude here," she said. "But my hair!" "Look around you. Two years ago you would not have seen my pubic hair at a public pool. We are being honest with each other. Close your eyes, ask forgiveness from Allah, and take off your scarf. " The girl nodded and the scarf came off. Those around her clapped. She smiled. "You seem to be wise." "No. I just listen." "I'd like to welcome all of you to 7/8 or back to 7/8. The bad news is that Mason and I are still the 7/8 counselors. The good news is that the twins will be in the nursery during the school day - which is nice for us, too. "One thing I want all of you to notice. Look around. Last year we were almost totally 100% European and white Christian, This year - not so much. We have amongst us several students from the Middle East, both Muslim and Jewish, some from East Africa - and I might say siblings of a dear friend of mine." "Boy friend," came from a familiar voice. "You could say that. But neither of us would agree." "Her boyfriend is her fiancé, me. Old guys can explain it," Mason said. "Okay. It's five. At six this evening we are going to have a pre Labor Day picnic for us. Leave the Dorn, then go out the door to the left and into the lawn, We will have a picnic - dogs, burgers, salads, and such, Some of this comes from local parents and some from the school. Bring a towel or something to sit on. There are a few benches, but not many. Meet each other. It's going to be a long year. We want it to be a good one. Old folks - wave to OP, JM, and now FM. They will be in the nursery, but you will see them around. " Mason waved his arms. The cook out went well. Back up came from Paige and Mason's parents as well as another set who lived in the area but sent their two kids to Jones boarding and Fancois. With a bit of guidance the picnic area got cleaned up and the 7/8 students, new and old, trooped to the 7/8 common room for the beginning of school talk of rules and already forming rituals and customs. Paige finished with "Wait until Fourteen" for the release of virginity. As she ended, Mason reached into a small box and brought out two necklaces. "Mason will hold these up. You can see that the pendant is a `V.' What is a bit harder to see is that at the base is a small `b' or `g.' When you go to your new room you find one for you, if you are a virgin. You don't have to wear it, but I consider it a badge of honor. It may also act as a kind of shield, telling somebody that you are not a trophy, but a real person who has a goal. " A boy raised his hand. "Okay, what if you played around a bit, but never went all the way?" Mason smiled. "It's real simple for girls. If you have an intact hymen or your hymen was broken by, say, horseback riding, as Paige's was and you have not had penal insertion of your vagina, you are a virgin. If you've had oral sex, or even anal sex but your hymen is intact, you're still a virgin. Is this a bit weird? Yep. But that's what we say. "For boys, it's a matter of telling the truth, which is expected of everybody here. But an experienced girl sure can tell if the boy is inexperienced. But for those of you who are - wait until you are fourteen at least. " Classes began and both Paige and Mason were glad to have scampering twins settled in the nursery with their "cousins" during the school day. Gramma and Gramps Jefferson saw less of them as P&M took on more responsibilities, those this was shared with Jenna and seniors Yvonne and Marsha. What began to puzzle both of them, but especially Paige, was the way Georges hung on them. He was forever coming to the apartment and asking silly questions and acting like he belonged in the apartment, not in his room with his room mate Sylvia, a fellow seventh grader with nicely developing breasts and a sweet smile for everybody. Finally the two had to sit him down and give him a talk. "Georges, understand we are responsible for all of 7/8. We have to treat you like we treat all the others. We can't have the others begin to think we are giving you special treats or such. When you need something, we're here. But you need to associate with your peers. Take a walk with Sylvia. Go for a swim in the pool. Play football. Do your homework. "Back in Africa, that's something different. But here, you are a responsibility and not Francios' younger brother, Understand?" Paige looked kindly at him as he muttered something like "yes," and briefly nodded his head, "Okay. Now let me just this once break my role and give you a hug." "That's okay," he mumbled and rushed out of the apartment. For the next three weeks neither Paige nor Mason saw much of Georges other than at a distance. In fact, he seemed to be avoiding them as much as he had been stuck on them earlier. On the Saturday of the third week their door was open, with toys and toddlers spread out, the twins, FM, and Sammy wrecking some mild havoc, three eighth graders, two boys and a girl, all return students from last year wrapped on the door frame. Mason looked up. "Hi, guys. What can we do for you?" "Mind the kids and toys on the floor. Grab a seat," Paige said. "Jack and Tony say I should do the talking" the girl, Cynthia said. "I think they want to see me blush," and she played nervously with her V necklace, "Georges is going around talking trash about you, Paige. He says you are his brother's sex slave and you have to do whatever he wants of you. He says he's seen you having all kinds of sex with him when you visit or he comes by on his way to college. He's even shown pictures." "Okay, Cynthia. I don't want to upset you, but I would like to know exactly what these pictures showed. Jack, Tony, could you help Cynthia out? What pictures did you see?" "Uh, Paige, look, we're coming to you because we all think you and Mason are great and Georges is a little prick. But like he says his brother has a collar for you, like a dog. It looks gold and has a red stone in the middle and a leash coming from it. " "Hmm," Mason said. "He also says you have to call him, `lord,' or `master.'" "Uh huh," Paige said. "Okay boys, this is sort of minor, So let's get deeper." "Well, one picture is you and you're wearing a skirt and a necklace that does look like a collar, The skirt is made of straps so it's just like you are now - I mean you can see your pu,,vagina, except you have more hair," Tony stumbled through. "Okay, Paige. I saw a picture and you're sucking his brother. And another you and he are doing it. Well, several pictures and different ways." Jack fingered his V pendant too, "Can you name some of these positions?" Paige said softly. "Uh, we're sorry to talk about this," Tony said. "You're lying on your back and he's on top. You're on your hands and knees and he's behind you. You've got your legs thrown so your feet are at your head. Is this enough?" "I guess not, but any other ways?" "One he seems to like showing, you have your arms around his neck and your legs around his waist and he's holding your butt," Jack said. "Okay. Now, did you actually see a picture of me with a leash and him holding it?" "No, Georges just said he saw you that way a lot." "Well, that's a total lie. Okay, thank you, all three of you. I have to be truthful. I will have to look at the pictures, but they could be real. I'm not going to explain it for several reasons. However, I am not his brother's `sex slave.' I don't wear a dog collar or a leash. I do have a special relationship with him according to the customs of his country. Here," and Paige went to the bureau and took out her chief concubine collar and skirt. With her back to the three 8th graders she fastened on the skirt and put on the collar and turned around. "Cynthia, come look at the collar. What does it look like?" The girl walked up and looked, "It sure looks like gold to me," she said. "And that's a ruby. I'm sure," "You are correct. Again, thanks guys, Now I have to go talk to Georges." "And guys, tell anybody who asks, everything is fine with Paige and myself. I'm not going to explain it either. Paige and I are in love - very much so and we have no secrets from each other. But thanks." The three eighth graders got up. "Thanks, Mom, Dad," the three said and left. Paige picked up her phone and called Marsha. "Marsha. Mason and I have a problem. Can you come and ride herd over four toddlers while we go talk to a student who is getting himself in big trouble? Thanks, Yeah, The sooner the better." Paige dialed another number and sat down next to Mason. As it began to rang, she said, "Hold me, darling. Squeeze me." She frowned and then said, "Francios, dear. Yes, I sure do, but this is not a pleasant call. Yeah. Georges has apparently gotten mad at me, but while we were with you in Africa he took a bunch of pictures of us. I haven't seen them yet, but some reliable kids say they were all of us making love. Yeah. I know he's a technical wizard like Mason. We're going to go see him now. I'm afraid he's going to be punished. I expect he's going to get at least one. You sure you want me to tell Ms. Anderson that's what you want to happen? Well, okay. Yeah. Kiss Simone and Monique for me. Sure I'll kiss him. Love you too. Bye." She turned to Mason and kissed him. "He wants Georges to be shunned and put on bread and water for a month. That's over and above what the school hands out." At that point Marsha walked in with Michelle holding her hand. The toddler broke loose, laughed and headed for the four already on the floor. "Here I am," she said. "Great and thanks," Paige said. "Nice outfit," Marsha said. "You sure the outside world is ready for it?" "This is for a purpose," Paige said. "Okay, you ready, love?" "Let's do it," Mason said and the two left the apartment after hugging each rug rat. They walked down the corridor until they got to Georges and Sylvia's room. Following dorm rules, despite the open door, Mason rapped on the door. "Hi, Sylvia. Mason and I have to talk to Georges here. Could I ask you to leave for awhile - say thirty minutes?" "Am I in trouble?" she asked. "No, Not at all. But we have to talk to Georges here and it really is private." Sylvia got up. "Okay. I have my phone, " She left. "Oh, Sylvia, please close the door behind you," Paige said and the door closed. Paige turned to Georges who sat on his bed, a worried expression on his face. Mason went and sat beside him while Paige turned a desk chair around and sat on it, arms on the chair back, "Georges. We had three students come to us today - a few minutes ago really with some really serious allegations. According to them you told them a few things which are not true and showed some pictures of your brother and myself in some very intimate situations. Question is - were they telling the truth?" "Uh, What are `intimate situations?' Mason laughed. "Georges. You are a very smart boy from a very smart family. But to make sure you understand, we were told that you showed quite a few members of 7/8 pictures of Paige and your brother having sex in various ways. You also told them that Paige got led around by a leash by your brother and acted like a slave to him, As Paige asked: true or not true. Remember what telling a lie can do to you." "Georges. Before you say anything else, think about what Mason just said. Telling a lie is very serious. You could be kicked out for that. You would go home in disgrace. Your father and mother would be dishonored. I have no idea what MaMa would say, but I know it would break her heart. I know what she thinks of you. "So. Georges M'urk, did you take pictures of your brother and me having sex together? Or did you find such pictures taken by somebody else who gave them to you? Did you show them to other people, especially fellow students here at Jones Lab School and especially 7/8 students, especially the 7/8 Dormies? Understand we can and will bring some fellow students who will stand here and say you showed them pictures. "Also, did you tell them that your brother put a collar and a leash on me and treated me like a slave? "Think, Georges. If you say `no,' I will be forced to call an A/P or a dean to search the room. Do you need more time to think?" Georges hung his head and shook it. "Are there pictures?" He shook his head "yes," "Okay, that is a step in the right direction for you, Georges. "Are they in this room?" Again a "yes" head shake. "Bring them out," Paige ordered very softly. He got off his bed, "You ...you,..,. have to get off the bed, P..P..aige. I...I..I..was just having fun. I didn't..." "Mean to hurt me or your brother. Just a joke..." Paige got off the bed and Georges reached under the mattress and pulled out a large manila envelope. With tears in the corners of his eyes he handed the envelope to Paige. "Before I open this, Georges, what about the collar and the slave talk"? "But I've heard you call him `master' and `lord.' I have. I have!!" Paige chuckled. "And when did you hear me say that?" "At ceremonies. You did." "Yes. Because they were ceremonies important to MaMa, and to a lesser extent, your brother. It didn't hurt me, but it didn't make me a slave. The leash?" "I,,,I made that up. It sounded so good with the collar. And you are his concubine. That's like a slave.,.." "I consider it an honor. Okay, here are the pictures. Mason, you want to see them too?" She looked at the first one. "You probably should, love." "Okay," he said and Paige began looking at a print and passing it to Mason. After the third one he said quietly, " I can clearly see you're not being raped." "I was not. I think I need to call the office. This is above us. And I'd be rightly accused of prejudice." Mason put down the prints and hugged Paige. "You know I love you Paige. I wonder if he's planted cameras here to take pictures of us making love." He kissed her. "I haven't seen any pictures with dogs or monkeys." "Thank God," Paige said, and sat back down on Georges' bed. "Sit down, Georges." He did and Paige looked him in the eye. "Okay. These are stills. Any videos? Audios? Any of Mason and Simone? Any other of Mason or me or anybody else? Remember, don't lie." "You can't show them to the teachers!" Georges said. "Georges, I have to. These are real pictures. They're pictures of your brother and myself in intimate situations. He's very black and tall and I'm very white and short. No doubt who is whom. The question is - are there any more?" "Ah - they aren't here. At home." "Okay. Mason, love, I'll stay here with Georges. Please go to the office. We need the dean of boys, or a principal. Take one picture with you to show them if you think they need to see one. Make sure it's obvious the picture is of Francois and me and we are having some form of sex. I don't care. Please?" Mason pulled a print out of the envelope, hugged Paige, kissed her, said "BRB," and left. Five minutes later he was back with Mr. Larsen, the dean of boys. Paige briefed him, he talked with Georges and then got on his cell phone. The call was brief. Fifteen minutes later, Ms Anderson stormed in, fully dressed. The first thing she said was "Where's Sylvia?" "In the 7/8 Common Room, ma'am," Mason said. "Go to her and tell her we may need to talk to her. Then come back here. Stay by the door. No students may enter until I tell you who may." She turned to Georges. "Georges, why did you do this?" "It,,it,,, was a sort of joke, Ms. Anderson. And Paige paid more attention to Francois then me. I didn't know why so I mounted some cameras in their room. And...and after I got back here I got mad cause they said I was bothering them... well, that's not what they exactly said. So I got out the prints and started showing them." "To your friends in 7/8?" "Mostly."
 "What did they say about the pictures?" "Uh,,, most said they didn't understand why I got them. They said it was private. They.,..they said they liked Paige." Ms.Anderson turned to Paige. "Are these pictures going to affect your relation with Mason?" "No." "Bring Mason in for a moment, Mr. Larsen." Seconds later Mason stood in front of the closed door, "Mason, you've seen some of these pictures. Will they affect your relation with Paige?" Mason laughed, "Ms.Anderson, please. Nothing will affect our relation. We are committed to each other. " "Okay. You said that Paige talked to Francois about this. Paige, what did Francois say?" "Ma'am, honestly, I've never heard him so mad. He was about to get a plane right now and come here and beat Georges. He calmed down after a bit and said that he would shun Georges and put him on bread and water for a month. " "Okay. Now, you, Paige. Some compromising pictures for sure. Here's what we are going to do. I will stay with Georges. I want you, Mason, and Mr., Larsen to go to all of 7/8 and ask them, "Have you seen any pictures of your counselor Paige with a guy not Mason? Or have you heard of such pictures? If you have, go to classroom B-2 -that should be big enough for all of 7/8, take a seat and wait. If we miss a couple, so be it, Let's go. " The three left and soon the 7/8s headed towards the large lecture classroom and took seats in groups. Ten minutes later Ms. Anderson and Georges came into B-2 and all of 7/8 got quiet. Ms. Anderson pointed to a chair on the stage and George went and sat down. Ms. Anderson faced the students. "I understand that each of you have seen some pictures of one of your counselors and another person. A few may have heard of a description of some pictures. If you have not seen or heard a description, thank you, you may leave now." Paige watched Ms. Anderson's head moved as she watched her 7/8 squirm, but nobody left. "Fine. Here is what I want you to do. When I say vote, I want you to put your head down on your desk and cover your eyes with one hand. I will then ask you to vote. Do you want Paige Jefferson to continue to be one of your counselors or not. Paige, I want you and Mason to sit down and do the same thing. Of course you may not vote." A hand went up. "Jeffry?" "Yes, ma'am. We don't have to vote. I'm a seventh. But I was here when Jones opened. I watched Paige get three smacks. If Paige is not my counselor when I'm in 7/8, I'm calling home to withdraw me." There was a roar and Paige turned to see all of 7/8 stand up. "NO!!" Ms. Anderson roared. "There will be a vote. Period. Paige. Mason, you don't have desks, so just turn away from the desks and bend down. Everybody else, put your head down, cushion it with one arm and if you want Paige to continue as your female counselor, raise your hand." There was silence for a moment. "Put your hands down. If you do not want Paige Jefferson to continue, raise your hand." There was silence, "Okay. Everybody may look up, Paige, it seems you still have your position. I don't want any demonstration, but 7/8 go enjoy the rest of your Saturday. Your counselors will be out soon," Ms. Anderson turned to Georges. "I don't know why you did this. Looking at the pictures, they were not taken here. I have spoken to your brother who I understand speaks for your father who may impose additional punishment if he so desires. This is what we will do. You, Georges, may withdraw from Jones Lab School. Or you may receive one public paddle at your lunch tomorrow. In addition, we will move your room mate Sylvia into the three person room which how house Jessie and Beatrice. We've already talked to them about this and all three are okay for a month. For that month, you will have no informal communication with anybody at Jones. You may participate in class, you may ask the milk be passed, but that's it. "You have until tomorrow at lunch to decide. However, Sylvia is moving into the three room now. Jessie, Beatrice, and a couple others are helping, " "I'm staying," Georges said, his voice choking, The next day at Second Lunch, Paige and Mason sat side by side facing the single table with the pillow and towel on it. Normally they didn't eat together to make it easier to control 7/8if they went wild, Georges appeared and went to the table, leaned forward as Paige turned her head. She heard the smack of wood on flesh and the sharp anguished cry of Georges. At that she got up and went to him, helped him up and hugged him, He looked at her, tears in his eyes, as she guided him away. The nurse took him away from Paige and smiled at her. She returned to her seat. "We will see,'" she said, "We will. I hope this helps him, " Three weeks later Paige made the counselor bed check. The natives were restless she thought as she had to shush four rooms until she got to Georges in his lonely private room. She heard him talking. It had to be on his phone and it had to be with Francois as it was their tribal language and she knew "I love you," and a few other phrases only for her and Francois. But she heard "Francois" several times before the phone went dead and she heard a sniffle. She opened the door. "Are you alright, Georges?" she asked softly. "Paige. I'm so sorry. It was a joke. But out in the field, guys come up to me., Not just 7/8 , but high school. They say, Paige gets in trouble -forget about you. I'm scared." "Georges. You did a bad thing. Your brother and me - it's hard to explain. Two hundred years ago, maybe less, your brother and I would have been stoned, or lynched, if somebody saw those pictures. Honestly, when he and I are together in a few places, we still get stares - but it's not because of how tall he is and how short I am. It's because he's black and I'm white. "You manned up for your paddle. You have a week to go. I know that Sylvia wants you back as her roomie., I can't promise a welcome back party, but right now in school, anything is an excuse for a party. But I will put out the word - this is over and you are not to be attacked, "Now, go to bed and sleep, I need to and I have to look after two kids who still can't recite the Gettysburg Address. " With that, she leaned over and kissed his forehead. "Good night, Georges." With that she left the room, closing the door behind her. As it closed she heard "Paige. I love you. You are the best." She blinked. If you enjoyed this addition of the stories of the Experiment, please consider a donation to Nifty. Any comments, good or bad are welcome,