Dans le Murs (Part 4)

My estimates were not far from reality. As I began to shaft her I could feel the tension and the pleasure beginning to build rapidly and I knew that ejaculation was seconds rather than minutes away. I told myself not to stop even though I knew I should and I drove in and out ferociously as her legs were spread by the two helpers. I felt myself moving rapidly towards the peak. I drove relentlessly into the wringing slit as I lost control and natural forces took over. With a crescendo of erotic sensations I began to throb and twitch and I felt the fluid gush out of the tip. The girl gasped as the hot sap jetted against feverish flesh. One, two, three times I let the semen flow before I gripped it and withdrew it from her maw. As I rested it against the round belly and squeezed, viscous surges spouted from the trembling knob and sprayed gooey whiteness in glistening pools onto her smooth skin. In obscene fascination the congregation watched as the puddles multiplied and grew, filling her navel with sticky juices, as my penis poured out its load. She twittered with little throaty noises as each drop of cream splashed over her until I had shot the lot. I moved away from what I believed to be a young child, now anointed with congealing fluid, and faced the Grand Master as my prick drooped. A wizard whisked away the substitute then removed the blindfold so that I had no idea I had been duped. In my own mind I had committed a foul act of paedophilia, one that the sect could hold over me, whereas, in fact, I had done nothing other than had public intercourse with a girl of legal age.

"We welcome Sethin to our congregation." he announced, "We have witnessed his act of assumption and with the release of bodily fluids in our view, has gained the right to be called High Wizard and Loremaster. SLONSHAL! Let him be robed and be granted a familiar as his attendant." I was helped into an orange gown and took my place alongside the other clerics. With a wave of his hand the Grand Master silenced the buzz in the conclave.
"Who would be the familiar of Sethin?" he addressed the sea of faces. There was a murmur and then, from the back, came a small voice. "I. Melanthe, will be his familiar."
"Come forth and be recognised, Melanthe." said the High Master.
There was a shuffle and a young negro girl mounted the altar podium. I guess she was eighteen or nineteen with smooth brown skin and a firm, well-formed silhouette. She knelt before the Grand Master. He turned to me. "Sethin," he droned, "Melanthe has offered herself as your familiar. Do you accept her offer? Will you honour and protect her until jointly you agree to a termination or until death?"
"I do so swear." I responded.
Turning then to Melanthe he said, "Sister Melanthe, you have been accepted into the service of Sethin. Wilt thou respect and serve him in all matters? Wilt thou freely, and without due let, give him that which he shall ask in return for his protection? Wilt thou worship his body with thine in all manner of ways and deny nothing for that shall be as a sin against our sect?
"I do so swear." she replied without hesitation.

"I declare that Sister Melanthe be recorded in the annals as attendant to Sethin from this day forth. I give to each a silver pin that they may be as one. Slonshal, brothers and sisters, SLONSHAL!"
Melanthe dropped a curtsey and I nodded as he raised his hands in salutation. We all withdrew, followed by our attendants, into an anteroom where we would change into less formal robes. We each had a small room off the main room and I found mine and we entered and closed the door. I now had time to study my attendant as I changed. She helped me off with my gown and I stood, naked, in front of her. She looked me up and down and I could not help responding with a slight swelling of the penis. She saw it and smiled.
"What are your duties as my familiar?" I asked.
"They are what you give me." she replied simply, "I can be your companion, your butler, your masseuse, your cleaner or your bed partner. It is up to you to choose."
"Well, I like the sound of the latter," I smiled, "it has a suggestive air about it. What would a bed partner do?"
"Anything you would ask of me," came the equally simple reply, "I am a woman, you are a man, that is the only constraint. Nothing is forbidden."
"If I asked you to place this in your mouth would you do it? I asked, touching my swelling.
"Of course." she replied.
"Melanthe," I said, "It would give me the greatest of pleasures for you to do that. Kneel in front of me and do it."
"Willingly, my lord," she said as she dropped to the floor, "do you wish to come in my mouth?"
"Yes," I said, "but you need not swallow it if you wish not to, in fact I would prefer it if you took it all and then let it out so that I can watch."

She took my swelling penis and slipped it between her lips, drawing it in by suction. It soon stiffened fully and she sucked and rubbed it with her mouth and tongue. She was good at oral sex and I felt myself tingling and raring to go off. Her eyes met mine as she looked up from her ministrations. She could see from my face that I was about to come off, as if the throbbing prick in her mouth had not sent the same message.
"Oh, careful Melanthe," I grunted, placing my hand on the bobbing head and gently steadying it, "I can feel something coming."
She responded with a tongue swirl and long, suctioning strokes that took the head of my penis hard against the inside of her cheek.
"Yes, get ready, here it comes." I warned her as I felt the semen bubble up, "Take it, it's coming, take it in your mouth..... nnngg!"

I felt my legs quiver as the ejaculation started and fluid rushed past the open tip and flooded over her tongue. I thrust gently into her lips letting them feel the fluttering as my seed surged towards her. In less than ten seconds I had shot my load and I was beginning to droop. I withdrew it, covered in spit and semen, from her mouth. She turned her face up to me and slowly dribbled my cream down her chin. The way she did it was so obscenely erotic that I almost began to harden again. When she had finished she rinsed her mouth and helped me into my cult clothes. These were baggy, almost like something from the Arabian Nights. We were the first out and she put her finger to her lips and pointed to one of the other doors. "Xanthe and Siristrin." she whispered, "He likes to rub himself all over Xanthe's breasts until his juice comes, listen, you will hear him finish." We crept close to the door from behind which came a series of small grunts followed by a little gasp. A series of little mews announced that Xanthe was having her breasts oiled. There was a little scuffling sound so we rushed over the other side of the room and parked in some plush chairs and waited for the others. When we were all present the Grand Master led us towards the food. Today was the Festival of the Sacred Ram so we were to have a banquet during which time we would discuss the future of the cult. The eight cult leaders sat around an oval table and were served by their attendants in concert. Some of the income came from supplying girls, and sometimes boys, anonymously to rich men for nefarious purposes but it was seen as inadequate and more diversification was required. A link with the porno film trade was seen as the obvious direction hence their willingness to include me in their number.

Over a delightful high tea the talk was social. To my left was the Countess de Sancerre, a delightful lady although well past her 'sell-by' date. She had a habit of bringing her hand down on my lap to emphasise a point although I suspect she was seeking a quick feel as well. On my right sat Madame Lestrade, a bouncy blonde woman in her mid-thirties. She was the procuress of the chapter and the madam of three brothels. During our conversation I realised that she was fishing for favours and when I made a comment about milk on her coconuts in response to some point or other she made a very direct proposal for post-prandial activities that left nothing to the imagination. I undertook to consider her proposal at which she told me that she had techniques that would give a corpse an erection and advised me not to reject her offer. I giggled that I was not yet a corpse and her salacious conversation alone was already having the desired effect. She leant over to whisper in my ear whilst placing a hand on my swollen prick. "Goodness." she whispered, "It feels as big as it looked and I know how much you produce, let me see you close up."

I cautioned against this but she insisted so, carefully picking my time, I eased open the buttons and let the head out. Her eyes shone as she brushed it with her fingers.
"Put your napkin over it and I will rub you." she breathed, "I would like to feel your essence on my fingers."

I covered the distended head with my napkin while she slipped her left hand around the shaft and began to slowly masturbate me so as not to draw attention to us. I could feel the sperm building as her expert fingers stimulated me. Then the Countess saw what we were doing. She leant over and murmured in my left ear. "My, you are a naughty boy." she said, looking sexily at the damp patch in the napkin, "May I help him to do what he wants." I nodded so she removed the napkin and replaced it with the palm of her hand. So as Madame Lestrade rubbed the shaft the Countess tickled the head. I soon came to the end of my restraint as the feeling galloped away.
"It's going to come." I hissed to the two ladies, "You are both going to get a handful." I had toyed with the idea of holding back but the strength of the feelings put that right out of the frame. Trying to hold myself as still as possible I let go and began to shoot out my hot semen.

"Oooh, you naughty, naughty boy." mumbled the Countess as the warmth splattered her hand, "You really should control yourself." Madame Lestrade also gave a subdued gasp as the flow trickled down onto her fingers. After a few moments of evacuating I discretely dropped another napkin over my slimy penis while the two ladies studied the come on their hands. Madame Lestrade carefully wiped the slippery juice from her fingers but the Countess painstakingly tested the taste while pretending to dab a kerchief to her nose.
"You taste good." she told me, "You must visit me sometime and let me have a personal sample."
"I would be honoured," I responded gallantly, "I am sure you also have ways of driving a man wild."
She smiled sweetly. "I have sucked many men in my life, none have found cause to complain; you will be no different."
I tilted my head towards her in acknowledgement as the Grand Master stood up and struck the table for attention.
"Brothers and Sisters," he began, "I hope you enjoyed the feast of the Sacred Ram but now, to business. To keep up with the wicked world we must b

oost our income. Our demands are meagre but we need supplies of medicines, clothes and materials for the chapel. Also, despite our best efforts, four of our flock have become pregnant during the year incurring the additional cost of abortions and recuperation. We cannot condone this careless attitude and the Grand Priestess will be counselling each of the Sisters to ensure that they are totally protected. Punishment will be meted out on those who are found to be at risk through their own failures. And Brothers will use condoms if they have a girl from outside the community. We cannot risk either revelation because of a child or the possibility of the introduction of HIV into the chapel environment. Now, onto fund raising. I believe that we are in a position to enter the field of selling sex to a wider audience. Sister Lestrade continues to perform a fine service running our brothels but there is a limit to the income she can generate without running the risk of attracting unwanted attention from other organisations. She will be opening another unit near St Omer in March next year that is expected to raise about thirty thousand Euros per year. I expect it to be profitable within three years. As you may know, we have at l'ecole' a porno film unit and I have made it my business to approach them with certain proposals that, I am pleased to say, they have accepted in principal. Without going into great detail I propose that we can provide a regular supply of young talent and locations in return for a percentage of the profits. We also can offer cinema facilities adjacent to the brothels. One of their team is our latest sect member and I would now ask him to explain where he sees the future." He indicated I should rise and address the conclave. I was not prepared for this but I could not fail.

"Thank you, Grand Master." I began as I rallied my thoughts, "The plummeting cost of hardware has resulted in an explosion of video facilities for people in the privacy of their own homes in mainland Europe and especially in the UK. Additionally the spread of AIDS has meant that a section of the more virile population, the young and relatively affluent, have been scared off direct sexual activity and yet want to be erotically entertained. The pornographic movie, on videocassette, DVD and to a lesser extent the erotic satellite channels, partly fulfils this need. A survey, mainly in the UK I must admit, has shown that the vast majority of this potential audience wish to see straight sex, that is between male and female. Generally speaking, over 85% prefer to watch intercourse, oral sex and ejaculation between younger persons. We are most definitely not talking children here but older students or those of similar legal age and sexual development. In America they are known as 'Teenies', teenagers with little or no inhibitions. At present most of the market is held by the Germans, the Scandinavians and joint American and Dutch groups. With the exception of some of the German offerings, which tend to be way out and appeal only to a small audience, I believe that the industry has got itself into a rut - if you will pardon the English pun. We in Joker Industries aim to get out of this rut and establish a European powerbase here in France. For this we need three things; firstly, new ideas, secondly, secure locations and finally and, most important, new and suitable talent. The Chapel can help to supply the latter and, with its contacts, can no doubt help with the others.