Dans le Murs (Part 4)

Dans le Murs – Part IV

Synopsis: Colin deVilliers is now hooked on the pleasures of the flesh he has experienced at the orphanage. After watching filming of the first scenes, experiencing Anne-Lise, a young Senegalese girl and a midnight orgy shared with some of the students he realises that there is no way back to his mundane life with Tessa, his wife Even the stand-offish Therese had helped him when he needed relief. Now read on.

Part IV – The Sect

Authors note: As this is written in the UK any reference to the ‘Age of Consent’ is to the age in the UK, which currently stands at 18 years. Whilst consensual sexual relations between a 16-year-old girl and a 45-year-old man might raise eyebrows, it does not contravene English law. Don’t get it confused with the ‘Age of Majority’, which remains at 18 as does the age for consensual Gay relationships. I have also tried to apply the national age for consensual sex in the country of origin where the person is not English. It’s called ‘bending the rules’.

I awoke at eight and soon discovered that French forecasters were no more accurate that the UK Met Office; it was still raining but with a promise of sun later. As we had done most of the planning the evening before the team was free to wander the lush grounds. Alone I explored the rambling, dusty corridors of the chateau, opening old oak doors to peer into empty rooms. The west wing was mostly unused but some of the rooms contained beetle riddled furniture and other artefacts. For over an hour I explored until, turning a gloomy corner, I came face to face with Madeleine. She had been sent to find me and invite me to the dungeons, or rather the caverns under the old house. She was unwilling to explain the reasons, which made me eager to discover what was going on. After accepting I turned to follow her when she stopped abruptly.

"Am I like your first girl?" she asked, coming uncomfortably close to me.
"Quite a bit," I replied, looking for the escape route, "you are about the same height but a little more blonde than she was."
"No, am I right up here," she stroked her curving breasts, "and down here?" Her fingers moved to touch her tight groin.
I gulped, "You're a little bigger than she was up top," I stuttered, "and she didn’t touch herself like that.”
Her hand moved away. “But she was very sexy, yes?”
“Not in the way you are being Madeleine, no.” I remarked, knowing what she was about but refusing to bite. “And of course she was slightly younger than you when I first noticed her.”
“But if I was younger would you play with me like you did?”
“I am now adult enough not to get involved with underage girls.” I snapped, “So the point is irrelevant. Now, can we get on please?”
My lack of response angered her even more. "I know what you have been doing with Anne-Marie and Anne-Lise," her voice growled threateningly, "and if you do not take me seriously I will tell it to the newspapers."
I knew she was bluffing for she was as implicated as I but I went along for a while longer.
"And what have I been doing with Anne-Marie and Anne-Lise?"
"You 'ave been fucking zem," she snarled, "all zee way."
"And if I do not give you a share of the action then you will expose me." I tried to appear concerned.
"Exactement!" she looked at me triumphantly.
"Well, then it looks as if I will have to give you some of what Katherine had when she was about your age." I said, slipping my arm around her shoulder, "Where do you want it, your place or mine?"
"You are teasing me." she rebuked.
"Not at all, Madeleine," I smiled sweetly, "I thought that was what you wanted; or do you simply want it up against this wall."

She looked somewhat ill at ease so I took her hand and guided her back towards the musty corridors I had been exploring. During my travels I had come across a large room with a heap of old rugs in one corner. This is where I would take her and take what she was offering. I had a feeling that she was in for a bit of a shock. From the interview I recalled that she was not very experienced and had only been involved with younger boys in the main. This meant that her exposure to really mature men had been minimal and even Phillipe, the boy whom she had made love to on video, was much smaller than average. My sixteen centimetres would certainly be a new experience for her and I intended to use it to its full potential. My sense of direction is almost faultless and in less than three minutes we had pushed open the heavy door and entered the room. I closed the door after us and wedged the bolt in place. Daylight filtered through the small, dusty windows leaving much of the room in shadow, but it was light enough for our purpose. I told her to grab a couple of rugs and spread them on the floor and soon we had a soft, resilient base for our coupling. I told her to sit down; she did and I joined her.

"Do you want to see my breasts?" she asked suddenly.
"And more." I breathed huskily, "From what I remember from yesterday you have other areas of interest also."

She grinned and slipped out of her blouse and white bra with no self-consciousness at all. She was nicely endowed with shapely, firm tits. The nipples were small and pink and pointed slightly outwards. With a Gallic shrug she then unhitched her skirt and wriggled out of it. All that remained were her white ankle socks and panties. Neither lasted long and soon she was deliciously naked on the rug. She was very lightly tanned and her bikini area was almost milk white except for the shock of auburn hair between her thighs. It was not that it was thick or long it was just that it was a colourful contrast to her skin. She exuded a spicy perfume and, even if I had not intended to lay her, I would have been seduced by her presence.

"Now you," she stretched herself, thrusting the mounds into the air and splaying her legs so that her delicate cleft was revealed. I closed her eyes with my fingertips before stripping off and leaving my clothes in a tidy mound. I wiped the lubricant from my penis before turning round, relaxing on the rugs and inviting her to open her eyes once more. Her eyes were like saucers when she saw what was jutting out from my loins. She spoke in French, "You are enormous," she stammered, "I have never seen a man so huge, It will split me down here." She touched her pouting sex tenderly.
"You wanted a little of what Katherine used to have, Madeleine," I moved closer to her, "this is what she took willingly between her legs when she was younger than you."
"But it is so long and so fat." she whimpered, "Surely you did not put it all inside her?"
"Madeleine." I said firmly, "Not only did I put all of this inside the first time but I often used to leave it in there when everything came. Now, are you going to take me or are you all piss and wind." She did not understand the latter expression but the general tone was enough.
"O.K." she said, somewhat less confidently than before, "I will do it like she did."
"A little different, Madeleine." I said, "We only used to play then fuck, I would like to lick you out first, that little slit looks most inviting."

She smiled after the penny dropped. She then flopped back onto the rug and opened her charms to me. I knelt astride her left leg and, after stroking the soft, furry mound, I gently placed a first kiss on her belly. I could smell the musky odour of her arousal and nuzzled downwards towards the little gash. I had never done this with Katherine, it was not so common or acceptable in the fifties, but now even very young teenagers were accepting the pleasures of oral sex. Kissing her mound as I went I soon found the beginning of her cleft and, now lying across her, I began to probe it tenderly with my tongue. At first she just gurgled as my tongue slid up and down the sensitive lips then, as she became bolder and aroused, she held herself open so that I could arouse the succulent inner membranes of her vulva. Her inner lips, flushed with desire, glistened as my tongue flitted over them on its way to the clitoris and the vagina. Buried at the top I felt the button like growth with my lips and sucked it out of its hood until it stood proud and tumescent. She squeaked with passion as I attacked this most erotic of organs, her legs alternately gripping and releasing me. I was now nearly facing her feet, ready to locate the little love passage.

She was making it so easy for me to locate her most private entrance and I lapped at the tight opening. Without realising what I was doing I straddled her as I sucked at her pussy. It wasn't until I felt a pair of soft lips enclose my cockhead that I noticed that I had placed my penis over her face and she had taken the opportunity to return the compliment. Her technique indicated almost total inexperience as a fellatrix but the effect she was having could not be sustained. I gently eased myself from her hand and mouth before I fired off down her throat.

"Later, Madeleine," I said as I positioned myself between her thighs, "I will love you properly first. I do not think you are very experienced at cock sucking and yet I was almost ready to shoot into your mouth."
"I wanted to please you," she said, scrunching her position so that I could easily penetrate her sex, "I know some of the girls do it and I wanted to try."
"Don't rush things." I said smearing some of my slippery juices into the gaping cleft, "Let's do this first, then, if you still want to try, you can suck me off later. You may not like doing it, lots of girls don't. For them it's the fear of the boy coming in their mouth. Lots of girls like a boy to come in their mouth, they feel it is selfish not to let them do so. They do not mind the sperm. Others do not like the taste or the texture of semen. For them the taste is too strong or the stuff is too thick and glutinous. It's a matter of personal taste. Now, let's put the cream where it belongs, shall we? Or do you not want me to come into you?"
"I'd rather you didn't," she said, "I don't really want to get pregnant just yet."
"That can be arranged," I said, "I will pull it out before I come, very much like I did with my sister."

Laying gently on the nubile body I probed the little mound with the sensitive tip of my penis until it found the baby hole. I pressed firmly and it slipped inside the little passage with minimal resistance. Curving my body I drove the thick shaft deep into her then began to stroke it smartly in and out. She wriggled and mewed as the curving pole reamed out her tiny minge.
"I'm going to come," I hissed in her ear as the feeling began to make itself unmistakable, "I'm going to have to pull it out soon otherwise I'll shoot into you."
She replied by bucking her hips against me that took the control over the top.
"Oh, Madeleine, here it comes," I gasped, pulling my tingling weapon from her clinging slit, holding it over the mop of hair and rubbing firmly, "oh, it's lovely just before it shoots out. Oooh, I'm coming, coming --- AAAGH! It's all over your pussy, can you feel it?"
"Yes, I feel it," she squealed, "all warm on my tummy."