Date: Sun, 19 Jun 2022 03:23:38 +0000 (UTC) From: "cs.unwin@yahoo.co.uk" Subject: African village girl goes to France Chapter 1 African village girl goes to France Chapter 1 By cs.unwin Warning: This story contains adult content. If such material offends you or if you are under 19 please stop reading. Author's Note: This story is the property of the author. It can be downloaded for personal reading, pleasure, or sending to a friend, but if you wish to re-post them on your own site, please contact the author for permission. Copyright 2022 cs.unwin, All rights reserved Please mail to cs.unwin@yahoo.co.uk if you have any questions or comments. Please donate so Nifty.org can continue to publish stories: https://donate.nifty.org/donate.html Senegal in 1919 was widely considered to be the dirty armpit of the French colonial Empire. It consisted of several hundred kilometers of coastline and many more hundreds of kilometres of jungle and swamps. The heat and humidity were frightful, tropical diseases plentiful and the mail steamer stood at the colony only once every few weeks. The European population consisted of a few engineers and businessmen who ran the logging operations, some army officers and their wives and a handful of colonial administrators. At the very top of the hierarchy was the French governor Monsieur Lambert who in France would have been an obscure mid-level functionary but who, here in the colony was the law of the land. He and his wife occupied the top floor of the largest building in Dakar and the only hotel in the colony, the Palace. Lambert's wife Marie, was younger than the governor by at least two decades and was the prettiest European woman in the colony. She had lustrous dark hair, an excellent figure and full sensuous lips. Lambert's marriage bed should have been a happy one; and would be if he spent any time on it, but he was too busy consorting with young African men and enjoying their considerable charms. Marie, his wife consoled herself with a succession of beautiful black local women whose soft breasts and energetic lovemaking kept Marie in her bed most of the long tropical nights. The last of these, a very shapely young girl named Eloise with straight features and uncharacteristically long straight black hair (it was thought she had Arab blood) left her mistress and ran off with a British sailor whose ship had stopped in the port of Dakar, en route from Gibraltar to South Africa. Marie thought very carefully about a replacement for Eloise. Since her last three dark skinned lovers had left her, might she not ensure her next lover stayed longer if she found a girl young, innocent and teachable? The thought of a young girl, on the cusp of puberty and with budding breasts and a plump hairless pussy appealed to her greatly. Some might think it wrong if she were to bed such a girl, but she was the governor's wife and no one would dare challenge her. After making some discreet inquiries Marie approached a sergeant in the Corps Colonial Senegalese, who was, like all the soldiers save the officers, locally recruited. The sergeant arranged for a motorcar and an armed escort for an expedition up country to obtain a young girl for the governor's wife. The drive took nearly most of the day, over very rough roads, across rivers where everyone had to get out and push, and three punctured tires. Eventually they reached the village that was their destination which was no more than a collection of mud huts. Inside the largest hut they met a group of village elders, the men standing together on one side and the women on the other. In between them standing by herself was a young girl, quite thin and dressed in a cheap school uniform - blue skirt and white dress shirt. Maria and the sergeant greeted the elders and exchanged symbolic gifts with them. Once this was done the village chief made a long speech in his own language. The sergeant translated and the gist of what he said was they had scoured the village for the most beautiful of their daughters and found a girl who was not only perfect in every way but who had also attended a French missionary school for a few years. The sergeant translated this for Marie and added: this is part of his bargaining. "Bon!" She said. "Ask him how old she is and if she has had her first menstrual cycle." The answer came back that she was 11 years old and had recently had her first period. "Tell him I wish to see this girl and if I am satisfied we will pay him." The man agreed and clapped his hands twice. A couple of women appeared from behind the huts leading the young girl by the hand. The girl was tall for her age, She was quite pretty with light chocolate coloured skin and her frizzy hair was tied into two short braids. The girl wore a colourful printed dashiki-style dress which effectively hid her figure. "I want to see her without clothes," Marie said. The woman who brought her undressed the girl so that she stood naked. She stood straight and unselfconsciously, as if she were quite used to being naked in public, which she was. Her young body was just beginning to develop the curves which of would mark her as an adult and her budding breasts were already the size of half limes. Her plump labia were as smooth and hairless as a little girls. Marie marvelled at how quickly African girls bodies ripened once they reached puberty. Marie said: "what is your name?" "My traditional name is Kisonde which means 'one who brings pleasure'" the girl answered. "But the nuns named me Pauline." She said. "I have come her to find a girl to be my personal servant. Do you want that job?" Pauline had only received a couple of years education but it was enough for her to learn there was a big world outside the walls of her small village and she wanted to see it all. She realized that this woman, the governor's wife, was her passport to this world. And if she had to give her body to this woman that was a price she was willing to pay. "Yes Madame," she said. "I would be honored to serve you." "Good girl," Marie said to her. "Put your clothes back on and let's return to the capital." The journey back took longer because they had to travel in the dark. The sergeant sat up front with the driver while Marie and Pauline huddled in the back seat trying their best not to get bounced around each time the truck hit a pothole. It was impossible not to get pushed against each other; Marie gave in to the inevitable and held Pauline tightly throughout the journey. The young girl was glad for her touch. True she had accepted the idea of sex with the elegant French woman but as with most things there was a considerable gap between the idea and the action. The first thing Pauline had noticed was her smell. The girl had never been exposed to Western perfumes but she had heard of them. She found Marie smelled really wonderful. The second thing that impressed her were the woman's garments. The dashiki she and all the other women she knew wore was basic and crude: fashioned from the most common cotton trade cloth and hand sewn. Pauline marvelled at the texture of the silk and fine linen which Marie's Paris-made outfit was made. When the older woman put her arm around her to keep them from colliding with each other Pauline felt the press of a heavy breast against her, one that was covered with a sort of semi-rigid fabric that forced it to a point. She wondered about the garments purpose. In her limited experience breasts were either covered by clothing or bare. Pauline received another surprise when the cars' shaking pushed Marie's skirt up baring the upper part of legs, the tops of her stockings and the garters which held then up. She also received a glimpse of white coloured panties. A couple of hours into their journey the governor's wife called out to the sergeant and the driver and ordered them to stop so she could relieve herself. The car they were in pulled to the side of the road at the first opportunity, followed by the truck full of soldiers. The soldiers got out and walking abreast two arm lengths apart. They moved into the jungle by the side of the road about two hundred metres and then walked back to the road and stood at attention facing in the opposite direction from the way they had come. Marie took Pauline by the hand and led her into the patch of jungle the soldiers had just searched. She bunched her skirt up around her waist, pulled her panties down over her garter belt and the stockings they supported and squatted to pee. Pauline joined her and she stared in amazement at the complicated arrangement of Marie's under clothes. Her own dress, the dashiki, allowed her to squat and pee fully dressed and indeed the garment acted as a screen, allowing her a large measure of privacy. Since Marie didn't have any toilet paper she cleaned herself with her fingers and washed her hands at the water jugs by the car. Pauline didn't bother to try to clean herself, she had no underwear to soil and she just shook her bottom a few times. After the two had returned to their vehicle the soldiers took their turn to relieve themselves in the jungle, chattering with each other while they did so. It was nearly midnight by the time they arrived at the capital. The Palace Hotel, by European standards would have been considered pretty shabby and 3rd rate. It was built out of wooden planks that had been locally milled and whitewashed. It vaguely resembled the hotels you see in Western films with a square facade and a wooden walkway cum veranda on three sides. To Pauline, who had only ever seen mud huts and a one room schoolhouse, the hotel looked enormous and grand. She was even more impressed when a man in a suit came out of the entrance to welcome them. "Welcome home Madame Le gouverneur," he said. Marie merely nodded to him in recognition, took Pauline by the hand and swept right past him and up the stairs to her suite. Her accommodations consisted of several rooms with very high ceilings that had electric fans hanging down from them. One of these was a bathroom in which a large claw-footed bathtub stood in the middle. The tub was nearly full to overflowing and a middle-aged African woman stood beside it holding fresh clean towels. "I'm feeling so extraordinarily grimy and I'm certain that I stink," Marie said with a theatrical sniff at her underarms. "Come let's bathe together cherie," she said and began taking off her clothes. "That will be all Ngoma she said to the maid. You can go back to bed." Pauline watched in fascination as Marie undressed. When she removed her shirt Pauline set her eyes on a brassiere for the first time. It was white and of a thick fabric that supported her breasts and pushed them straight out from her chest. She reached behind her and unhooked the clasp holding the garment tight and her full round breasts came tumbling out. Pauline couldn't help staring at the pale white orbs tipped with large pink nipples. Red lines showed where the straps supporting the two heavy globes cut into her skin. Pauline was even more fascinated when Marie removed her skirt. First her silk panties came down to reveal a patch of long and curly dark hair, so unlike the tight kinky pubes of African women. Under these she wore a garter belt, the purpose of which Pauline couldn't guess until the woman unhooked her stockings, which without support immediately slid to the floor. Naked, Marie's figure was even more impressive than it was clothed and Pauline felt embarrassed at her own, dark skinny body. "You are coming in the bath with me cherie, you smell nearby as bad as I do," Marie said and took hold of the simple garment the girl wore and pulled it off over her head. She paused a moment to admire the girls' young body, then took her hand and stepped into the water. Since the hotels plumbing was primitive even by 1920s standards, there was no hot water and the bath was the same temperature as the air, but even at night in Dakar it was still in the mid 80sF and the water was tepid and barely refreshing. Marie immersed herself in the tub, took a bar of soap and began to wash herself, paying particular attention to her underarms and the area between her legs. Pauline couldn't help but stare at the beautiful apparition before her, which she feared might vanish at any moment. Once she had cleaned herself, Marie turned her attention to the young girl, over whose every inch of body she ran her soapy hands, ears, underarms, crotch, bottom, even her hair. "We've got to get the stink of the village of you," she said as she cleaned her thoroughly. When she had finished she helped Pauline out of the bath, dried her thoroughly with clean towels and dried herself. She pulled the young girl into her arms and kissed her on the lips. Pauline was quite conscious of the full breasts pushing against her. "Cherie, she said, I'm sure you're exhausted as I am. Let's have a good sleep and we will see what tomorrow brings," she said and led Pauline next door into the bedroom which had a large double bed, completely covered by mosquito netting which hung down from the ceiling, as was necessary for all Europeans who slept in this disease ridden tropical country. They ducked under the netting together and Pauline found herself resting between clean sheets for the very first time in her life. The bed smelled faintly of detergent and Marie's distinctive scent. The woman held Pauline close to her and said: Cherie, in so glad you are here with me, you're such a beautiful girl and I really don't like sleeping alone. Shortly afterwards she was breathing softly, arms around Pauline who could tell she had fallen asleep. Pauline awoke to feel Marie's hands caressing her. The woman was on her side and pressed against her back, her hands made their way across her body, over her budding breasts and down between her legs which parted slightly at the touch. The tent-like canopy of mosquito netting created a feeling of privacy and intimacy. "Cherie," Marie said, "please turn around, I want you to suck on my breasts, just like a little baby would." Pauline turned around and took a pink nipple into her mouth and began to suckle gently. It became engorged as it passed her lips and became coated with her saliva. Marie's breathing became more rapid and her fingers slid down between her legs and she began to rub herself. Pauline sucked harder and then switched to the other breast, sucking in an equally stiff nipple. She covered her teeth with her lips and applied pressure the way a newborn would gum her mother's breast. Marie emitted a gasp and her fingers took on a frenzied rhythm until, in a remarkably short time she reached a climax that left her panting and her thighs quivering. When her crisis subsided the woman put her lips on the young girls and entered her mouth with her tongue. Pauline had never experienced this but accepted her willingly despite the slightly sour morning taste. "You are so sweet cherie and I would love to play with you all day but we have places to go and people to see!" "I won't let you dress like you are in the village, cherie," Marie said as they emerged from under the net. "Put on this dressing gown and follow me to breakfast. "Yes Madame," Pauline answered. Breakfast was served in the living room of their suite and consisted of cafe au lait and croissants, which were fresh, for even her in the far reaches of France's colonial empire, there were bakeries delivering fresh bread every morning. "If you are going to be my little love, you must dress the part cherie. Madame Lecourt who runs the only millinery shop in the colony is coming by after breakfast. She is also a fine seamstress, and she had been instructed to ensure you are appropriately clothed." Madame Lecourt proved to be a mulatto woman in her 50s who brought a case filled mostly with undergarments, but also a couple of young girls dresses. She retrieved a pair of silk underpants from her case and told Pauline to shed her gown and slip then on. Miraculously they fit perfectly and when Madame Lecourt pulled them up the thin fabric pulled tight into the girl's smooth young slit, pushing out her plump vulva. "These were ordered by Mr Henninger, do you remember him? He was in charge of building the railway and ordered quite a few items from France for his young daughter. Sadly she died of malaria before they could be delivered. I think the underwear will fit you well, but the dresses need alteration." Madame Lecourt retrieved several underpants from her case, the others cotton and more like a young girls type. Pauline was disappointed to learn no garter belts or silk stockings were included in the selection. "Young girls don't wear garter belts, Madame Lecourt sastockings. Mostly they wear woolen stockings which are rolled up at the top of fastened with a ribbon. But it's far too hot here for wool." She said. A couple of dresses fit Pauline without alteration and she was carefully measured and told the rest would be ready for her in a couple of days. When she took her leave Pauline and Marie stayed behind in the salon. The African girl wore a white and blue sailor themed smock in an A-line with the hem just above her bare knees. The white of the smock contrasted very nicely with Pauline's dark skin. "You look so beautiful," she said and the young African felt elated to hear it. "Lift up your dress cherie, I want to see those silk underpants again." Pauline obeyed and Marie stared intently at her young slit outlined by the tight shiny fabric. Marie reached out and ran her finger up and down the silk crease several times. "Does this feel good cherie," the woman asked. "Do you ever touch yourself there?" Distracted by the warm tingling feeling in her pussy and not trusting herself to speak, Pauline could only not her head. "It's much more exciting when someone else does it cherie. I think you are really going to like it." She said and her fingers went to the panties' waist band and she began to pull them down, baring Pauline's silky brown skin as she did so. The fabric slid down to reveal the girls' smooth plump crease which the woman examined carefully. "Do you know what's even better than being touched there cherie?" She asked as the silk panties slid down around her ankles. "Being kissed there," she said and her lips touched the opening of Pauline's young sex. Her tongue darted out and licked the girls gash from top to bottom. Pauline felt her knees grow week as a wave of pleasure coursed into her from her sensitive clit and just as she thought they were about to buckle, Marie lifted her and set her down on a sofa, the silk panties left abandoned on the ground. With the young girls legs open Marie had full access to the dark purple inner folds between her labia and she lost no time thrusting her tongue inside. Marie had a very strong sexual appetite, almost exclusively for women. European women, African women, she had even enjoyed several Asian women during her husband's posting in Indochina. She enjoyed women of all ages but had to admit there was nothing like the taste of a young girl or the thrill of watching her discover the pleasure which she could deliver with her mouth. Pauline's whole body responded to this entirely new and overwhelming sensation. Under Marie's skilled ministration she soon found herself in the throes of a her first and very powerful climax. Marie had cleverly and quite deliberately hooked the young girl; the next time she feasted on her young sex, anticipation made her climax even stronger. And that accomplished, she set about training the young African girl to pleasure her, which had been her intent all along. And in order to give, she had to learn how to receive. Followed by Chapter 2