Date: Sun, 19 Jun 2022 03:28:01 +0000 (UTC) From: "cs.unwin@yahoo.co.uk" Subject: African village girl in France Chapter 3 African village girl goes to France Chapter 3 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 A little more than six months after the young African girl had arrived in France, two policemen came to the door and informed Marie that her husband had been found dead, apparently murdered, in a very seedy neighborhood in the capital. Their life after that took a very distinct turn for the worse for Pauline and her mistress. Their food became much simpler and meat all but disappeared from the table. Pauline was removed from school and Marie began working at a fine millinery shop in the town. The shops long hours together with travelling time made for a long day and Marie was frequently too tired to enjoy her pets attentions. Pauline missed her affections. On a Sunday a couple of months after Monsieur Lambert's sudden demise, Marie asked Pauline to pack her things in a suitcase as she was being taken to visit some friends of hers. The young African girl was 12 years old by this time and was already showing clear signs of womanhood. Her breasts had become much fuller and stood proudly out from her chest with dark, almost black nipples the size of pencil erasers. Her hips and buttocks had taken on the curve so common to African women and her hairless brown pussy had acquired a dusting of black kinky hair. Pauline packed her few belongings into a cheap suitcase and informed her mistress she was ready to leave. She did not ask where she was being taken; she had been trained not to question instructions she had been given. The 'friends' house turned out to be a two hour train ride away. As they approached the building Pauline was impressed. Although she was used to the size and grandeur of many French homes, this house was larger than the hotel she had lived in Dakar which was by far the largest edifice in the colony. The Porte Clochere alone could have sheltered her entire village, and was situated at the end of a circular driveway which arched around an elegant fountain. They were met at the front door by a tall, expensively dressed older woman. Her grey hair was pinned to the top of her head on a style that had long been out of fashion by 1920, as had her long flowing dress. The woman stared long and hard at Pauline who felt the woman had been mentally undressing her. She turned to Marie and said: "you may go!" Marie turned to leave and the woman said to Pauline: "my name name is Madame Justine and you work for me now." Marie gave Pauline a quick hug, whispered "I'm truly sorry" in her ear, and walk away down the driveway. Madame Justine closed the door and that was the last time Pauline ever saw her first mistress. Madame Justine showed the young girl through the house, telling her the names of the many large rooms they passed. Pauline was already lost by the time they had gone a few metres and was horrified to think she would be responsible for cleaning such a large area. As if sensing her concern Madame Justine said to her, "don't worry, we have cleaners who come in every weekday. Your duties will be different and I will explain them to you later. First I want to show you to your room and then introduce you to Madame Kiki." Pauline's bedroom turned out to be a small but pleasant room with windows located right beside what appeared to be a large master bedroom with a large four poster bed. The older woman said: "Madame Kiki and I share this bed. We are lovers," she said matter of factly. "You are to be our little dolly. Madame Marie gave you very good references. We are quite eager to know if you live up to them." They found Madame Kiki in the library. She turned out to be much younger than her lover, Pauline guessed she was not yet 30 years old. She was short and plump and had blonde hair and a very pink complexion. When she first laid eyes on Pauline she clapped her chubby hands together and exclaimed: "my love, she is just perfect! And that chocolate skin! So perfect. Just like a bonbon, I can't resist finding out what is in the centre." "I agree," Madame Justine said, with a smile, the first one Pauline had seen on her. "But that will have to wait until later after the servants have left. I'm sure our bonbon is tired from her journey and wishes to to freshen up." She said and led the young African girl back to her bedroom. "Here is where you can clean up," she said, opening the door to a large bathroom covered in hand painted Delft blue tiles. The room also contained a commode, bidet, and a large bathtub. "Feel free to use the tub, one of those two taps has hot water, and it should have a plentiful supply, since we paid a small fortune to have it installed." Madame Justine said. Pauline marvelled at the luxury. Hot running water was not yet common in France and washing in her previous house had involved heating water on the stove and filling the tub by hand. "I will leave you now. Come and find me after you have done washing," the older woman said. Pauline carefully inspected the room before she began running the bath, noting the piles of thick fluffy towels ready and waiting for her to use. As soon as the bath had filled to ankle height she undressed and slowly eased herself into the water. She found some bath oils and poured them into the water before almost completely immersing herself. She was so busy enjoying the unlimited hot water Pauline didn't hear the door open and Madame Kiki enter the bathroom. She stood and stared at the young African girl with what she recognized as pure unbridled lust. "I've come to help you get clean," the plump young woman said. "Do you care to join me Madame Kiki?" Pauline said. "There is plenty of room here for both of us." Pauline, young though she was, had no illusions about her reason for being there. Clearly these two women had acquired her from Marie because they wanted to have sex with a young black girl and doubtless money had changed hands. That being said Pauline enjoyed sex and was eager to see this woman without her clothes. Madame Kiki giggled and then wasted no time removing her dress, chemise, underpants and stockings. Her body was as pink as her face and hairless except for a tuft of blonde hair between her legs which barely concealed her fat little mound and the plump crease that bisected it. Her chubby breasts with their pink nipples rested on top of a round belly and her thick thighs supported a very fat little bottom. "Oh you are so young and pretty ma petite chocolat," she said as she stepped into the tub and lowered herself into the water, which rose several centimeters. "I just love your little brown boobies. May I taste them?" She asked. Pauline nodded her approval and moved closer to the woman who lowered her head to clasp a dark nipple between her lips. The young girl felt her nipples stiffen and a familiar feeling between her legs, the kind of feeling she had gotten when Marie touched her. And suddenly she felt fat little fingers stroking her furrow under the water. Madame Kiki used her other hand to pull her head forward so their lips could meet and they kissed, the older woman thrusting her tongue into the younger's mouth. Pauline responded in kind and her hands reached out to caress Madame Kiki's abundant flesh. "The water is getting cold and we will look like prunes," the older woman said, stood up and helped Pauline step out of the tub. She grabbed two handfuls of fluffy towels and spread them out over the floor, sat down and pulled the young African girl to her and pushed her onto her back. She knelt over her and ran her hands over the girl's ripe young body. "Forgive me dear, I've never been with a negro girl before and I really have to see what you look like inside," she said and parted the girls' legs to peer in between them. She moved her face closer, opening her legs further and then used her thumbs to delicately part the brown labia to open Pauline's dark pink insides for inspection. The young girl lay passive, allowing herself to be manipulated and inspected and secretly hoping the woman would put her tongue where her fingers explored. She didn't have long to wait. Madame Kiki said: "I'm even more curious to know what a negro girl tastes like!" And she covered the girl's smooth slit with her mouth and her tongue went to work on the sensitive flesh inside. Pauline lay back and enjoyed the hot wet tongue licking her most sensitive parts With their exposed nerve endings. She had become used to Marie's way of making love, her previous mistress had liked to use her fingers to penetrate the girl's tight vagina and even tighter sphincter. This woman was more skilled at using her tongue to lick and penetrate those forbidden places; indeed the plump little woman's tongue seemed to be exceptionally long giving Pauline a feeling of being filled and penetrated. She loved the feeling and soon became aware of the orgasm building between her thighs and rising up her spine. When her climax crested the young girl moaned some words in her own native language which though unintelligible, Madame Kiki understood. As she watched young African writhe with pleasure she became acutely aware of the tingling feeling between her own legs and an overwhelming craving that needed satisfying. "Your mistress told us what an expert cunt licker you are," she said, rose up on her knees and began crawling forward towards Pauline's head. "I want you to show me how good you are dear," she said when her fat thighs straddled the girls face. Pauline opened her mouth in anticipation and the woman lowered her plump open furrow onto her lips, practically smothering her in the process. Ignoring the fleshy mask covering her face, the young girl's tongue went to work as she lived up to her reputation. Madame Kiki thrust her hips back and forth and slid her fat bottom over Pauline's mouth; the girl pushed her tongue into the woman's tight sphincter without a moment's hesitation. In a very short time the plump woman was moaning from the effects of her climax and her perspiration and cum covered the African girls brown face and her kinky black hair. Madame Kiki collapsed on top of Pauline's slight figure and the two lay together on the floor of the bathroom recovering from their exertions. "I am so happy you are with us dear," she said. "I love Madame Justine dearly, but I love young pussy." "I also love young pussy, came a voice just inside the bathroom door. Madame Justine had been standing there watching them for how long they did not know. Her height and presence made her look formidable enough under normal circumstances, but looking up at her from the floor Pauline was very much affected. "Come, ma petite Africaine," she put out her hand, which Pauline quickly stood up and took hold of. Madame Justine led the young girl who was naked and still wet from her bath, to the bedroom. The woman helped Pauline onto the bed and then climbed on after her and rested upright on the pillows. She cradled the naked African girl in her arms and said: "You are such a pretty girl! I just love your little brown breasts," she said, fondling them and playing with the small brown nipples that had stiffened under her touch. "I see you have enjoyed playing with my little slut Kiki. You understand that I am the male in our relationship and she is my little wife," she said with a chuckle. Her hand slid over Pauline's smooth, flat stomach and rested between the girls legs. Madame Justine's fingers explored the girls young sex while she said: "what a nice little cunt, I wager it smells and tastes as good as it feels," she said she put her fingers under her elegant nose, smelt them and daintily put one finger in her mouth. "Yes, a real treasure," she said and turned her attention to Pauline's clitoris which she stroked with her thumb and forefinger like one would masturbate a little boys penis. "Oh my, little girl. I believe your little button, your clitoris, is not so little. I have heard that some negro women are very large; perhaps you are like that dear." She said. Pauline was beginning to get wet again, the fingers on her clitoris caused her vagina to release it's natural lubrication. Madame Justine took advantage and pushed a manicured finger past her lips and as deep into the girl's canal as she could. She was still tight. "You have not yet been penetrated?" She asked the young girl. "No! Madame Marie would not permit a man to touch me." The girl answered. "I see!" The older woman said. "But there are ways for a woman to do this, to take the role of a man. I quite enjoy this and will show you." "Kiki, mon amour, go and fetch my penis. I wish to fuck you to show our little chocolate how it is done." Madame Kiki, who was still naked and who had been next to the bed watching them, left the room in a hurry. "Cherie," she said to Pauline, "you may undress me now," she said and leaned forward so that the buttons on the back of her dress were accessible to the girl. Pauline unbuttoned the dress and gently pulled it off her shoulders. She discovered that the woman had not worn anything underneath - no underclothes at all. Her breasts which had once jutted proudly had flattened with the passage of time, but her dark pink nipples were swollen with arousal and jutted out like two raspberries. She raised her hips to let the dress slide over her hips and gave the young girl her first look at her bony hips and the tangle of grey hair which covered her sex. By the time Madame Kiki returned, Madame Justine had completely undressed and was sitting at the edge of the bed waiting. Pauline saw the younger woman held a very realistic looking artificial penis in her hand. It had been carved from wood and had leather straps attached to one end. She was not naive and knew right away what it was and what it was for. But she was still rather shocked at its size. The two switched places, Madame Justine stood up while Madame Kiki sat down so that she could more easily fit the straps on the older woman. She looked even more impressive naked than she had dressed, her straight back and slight build accentuated her natural elegance. When the straps had been tightened the large artificial penis dangled down almost to her knees. Still perched on the edge of the bed Madame Kiki lifted the big hanging cock to a horizontal position, opened her mouth and covered a full third of the shaft with her lips." Dear Readers, This story is unfinished. I find them much easier to start than finish because I run out of ideas. If you can help by suggesting another chapter or an ending for this story, please write me at cs.unwin@yahoo.co.uk with ideas. Thanks. Carol.