Dans le Murs (Part 5)

Little bubbles of milky fluid overflowed the meaty tip as the excitement reached the critical point just before the violent release. For a moment she looked in dismay at the paltry flow that I had produced but then I jerked hard as the climax arrived. In her hand the hardened shaft shivered projecting a spurt of glutinous, white fluid a couple of inches from the tip. As this arced in the air and splashed over her dark fingers another, equally forceful, leapt out, splitting into two shimmering veils as it was forced out of the tiny exit. A third surge remained attached to the knob and then I gently throbbed out four or five more copious pulses before I had finished. During this time Simone was agog as she watched the production of virile semen in her fingers. "Wow, what a lot you're doing." she said in a querulous voice, "Uncle Wallace don't do that much. Mmm, that was very nice." Grabbing a large handkerchief she wiped the ejaculate off her hands and our drooping pricks that we stuffed back into our trousers.
We got down to business. I would supply a number of copies of each film on DVD to Wallace with no licence to duplicate. We had a devised an embedded, unique marker system that could not readily be destroyed or updated using conventional processes. Pirate copies, therefore, could be easily identified and traced back to the source disc. I told Wallace the score.
"The copies you get," I told him, "will be unique, first-generation from the master thus ensuring the quality. Naturally the temptation to copy will be great. Please don’t do it. If you get enquiries or orders for copies I will supply them and you will get a commission. We monitor most of the known outlets for porno films and if we find pirate copies then the person hiring the first-generation copy will be held responsible. Joker Industries can play rough with people who ignore the rules, very rough indeed. I don't want to see anyone crippled or their family damaged." I glanced at Simone who looked rather shaken.
"I get the message." said Wallace soberly, "Hell, you don't have to come across that strong. You won't get no trouble from me. Me next session is at the end of the month with a small company dinner. Can you get me, say, two hour-long videos? They need to be straight, plenty of oral with good cum shots." Simone giggled behind her fingers.

I told him I would get them to him by the Friday evening before. We shook hands and I prepared to leave. As I left Wallace shook my hand and I kissed Simone on both cheeks. As we did so I felt her slip something into my pocket. I made no sign that I had noticed it and didn’t look until after I was safely in the car. I fished out a crumpled piece of paper on which was written, ‘Love to see you alone. Meet me this evening, corner Gravett's Lane and Woolmer Street 8 o'clock. Simone.’ I checked my A to Z and found the spot. For the remainder of the afternoon I did some shopping and returned to the area, after changing and showering, at a few minutes before eight. I had purchased a pack of condoms, hoping that I had correctly read between the lines of her note, and these were secreted in my wallet. On the corner of the two roads was a delicatessen. It was still open and I looked at the goodies in the window comparing them, unfavourably, with France. At a few minutes after eight a voice broke through my thoughts. "Hi," it said, "I didn't know whether you'd be here for a kid but I hoped you would, and here you are." I spun round; Simone looked a million dollars. Her coffee skin gleamed and she was dressed in a superbly fitted turquoise suit and contrasting blouse. It was hard to believe she was not yet seventeen.
"Wow Simone, you look fantastic! Shall we dine?" I enquired as she hooked her arm into mine.
"Mmm," she nodded, "love a Chinese. There's one just along the road." We enjoyed a delicious meal at the 'Sung Sum Palace' and emerged at just before ten-thirty. During the meal she had been making risquë remarks from time to time and the things she had been doing with her spring rolls bordered on the obscene.
"What does the beautiful young lady want to do now?" I asked, drawing her into me.
"I want to make fantasy come true." she whispered, "I want to love you and try all those things in the videos and more. I want to experience a proper man who understands about these things. I bet you know everything"
“Knowing doesn’t necessarily mean having done Simone.” I laughed.
She smiled back, a captivating face. “But I bet you have done most and seen everything for real.” I capitulated.
"Simone," I started, "I'm old enough to be your father, surely you don't want to lose your virginity to an old man."

"I'm not a virgin," she giggled, "I just tell him that to keep him happy. A couple of boys at school made me when I was twelve. They both got into me, one fired off inside but the other pulled it out to shoot. It was the first time I had seen a boy come and it was fascinating. So when uncle asked me to 'relieve' him I jumped at the chance to see it again. I've had a couple of other boys since then, one who used a condom while the other insisted on riding bareback and pulling out. But I want a more mature man like you; you make me want to do all naughty things."
"D'you want to go to my hotel?" I asked, temptation getting the upper hand.
"Yeah," she replied, "I've told uncle I'm staying with a friend so we can stay all night."
"I'm not sure I can match your expectations Simone," I laughed as we made our way back to the car, "I'm getting a bit long in the tooth." We clambered into the little Peugeot and headed in the direction of Wimbledon.
"Don't you be too sure." she squidged down into the seat, "You sure pack a punch down there and remember, I'm only a little girl."
"Not from the way you handled me." I said, hitting the klaxon sharply to alert an errant cyclist, "You certainly knew what to do and how to do it."
"Wallace’s a good teacher and I have seen snippets from his films remember." she said brightly, "Look, d'you think it's really awful what I do for him? He's very lonely and it's not hurting anyone, is it? He's not stuffing me or anything else. I know we shouldn't have and could have both be in trouble with the law but, Jeezuz, what a fuss about a little bit of cream."
"I can't condemn you, can I?" I asked her, "After all I am as guilty as anyone. The trouble is that, for a man, the release of 'that little bit of cream' as you put it, is a highly potent symbol of masculinity as well as being one of the most powerful and pleasant sensations a man can experience. It is impossible for a girl to understand and imagine the compelling influence that a man’s sex can impart. Even a small stimulus can cause an erection and once the hormones start circulating they can dramatically change his character. Often the only way to normalise his behaviour is for him to climax. It may seem very strange to a girl but that little evacuation is the key to a man’s soul. A girl who understands that can have a man eating out of the palm of her hand indefinitely. If you had any brothers you would understand. Younger sisters frequently rule the roost simply because they are prepared to offer certain 'services' to their older brothers."

“Cool.” she commented. "Do you have any sisters?"
"I have one sister. She is five years younger than me. She didn't rule me totally, but got her way on many things."
"What did she do for you then?" came the expected question.
"Shall we say that we learned from each other and leave it at that.” I smiled.
"Wow, I wish I'd had a brother," the words were genuine, "but then I probably wouldn't be here now. Where are we going?"
"To the Park Hotel, Wimbledon," I negotiated an amber light in traditional French style, "I am staying there until tomorrow when I have to go home."
"Home? Where do you live then?"
"In a little village called Beaumetz les Aires, about seventy kilometres from Lille."
"That's in France, isn't it?" the penny dropped.
"That's why this is a French car and the films I supply are French."
"Oh, and what are the French girls like?
"Not as beautiful as you." I grinned.
"Bull shitter!" she banged me with the back of her hand, "You're just saying that 'cos you want to get your end away with me."
"That’s not wholly fair Simone.” I responded. “But it’s true, you are very beautiful and yes, I do find your body attractive otherwise we wouldn’t be here." We had arrived; I drew up into the small car park and we slipped into the foyer. I got my key as Simone waited inconspicuously by the lift. Although she looked older than sixteen I didn't want anyone to see us just in case. My room was on the second floor and we thankfully closed the door on the world. I got a couple of Cokes out of the chiller and we sat down. I glanced at the digital clock; it said 11:30.
"Time little girls were in bed?" I said humorously.
"Only if big boys ask them nicely." she looked seductively at me.
I took a deep breath; this was difficult for me. "Will you come to bed with me, Simone?" I asked hesitantly.
She smiled a wide, white smile. "Willingly, but I must have a shower first."
"Bathroom's over there," I pointed to a blue door, "there is a wrap behind the door and shower gel hanging up. I'll have one after you."
"Why don't you join me?"
"Because," I started weakly, "because I might lose control and try to seduce you."
"Isn't that what we came here for." she giggled, "I'll be upset if you didn't."

She slipped into the bathroom and I heard water running. She called me in and I followed. I could see movement behind the steamy curtain. She made it clear that I was expected to join her. Stripping took less than a minute and I stood outside the shower - sporting a hardening penis. "What are you waiting for?" she called, "Come on, I want my back washed."
I stepped into the shower, feeling the soft spray over my tense body. Without my glasses she was a little less clear but was still ravishingly beautiful. The high breasts were small, firm and curving, topped by brown nipples that stood proud. Her belly was flat and muscular and her crinkly pubic hair was sparse, not what I'd expected; her sex plump and pouting. Her lips split the mound like a peach as she soaped herself in this delicate area. She looked at me and homed in on my obvious arousal.
"Who's a big boy?" she said approvingly, "Now that's something that makes me quiver at the knees, in fact it makes me want to eat it."
"Have you ever sucked a boy Simone?" I asked her outright.
"No, but I have seen videos of it so I know what to do."
"Knowing what to do is not doing it." I stated, "Could you actually go through with it; right through to me coming in your mouth? Remember, some of us men do produce rather a lot and it's not exactly custard you know. It's warm but that's where the similarity ends. It's very glutinous and it has got a strong and distinct taste. Lots of girls don't like it but it is no use letting the boy start then realising that you can't go through with it and pulling him out. If you don't intend to take it all then you must say so before you start and tell him how you intend to finish him. If you don't mind some fatherly advice, I suggest that the first time you suck, and it doesn't have to be now if you don't fancy it, the first time, you finish by hand and then try a little taster. If you like it then fine, by all means take the next load into your mouth but if you don't, then explain this before you start. There are many and varied ways of finishing a man without having to swallow it, all you have to do is to agree beforehand."
"I'd still like to try," she said sexily, "but I know what you mean. A girl at school told me that her boyfriend asked her to give him a blowjob. She said that she agreed eventually and she sucked him in the back seat of his car. She said that she could feel that he was going to come and tried to pull away but he held her head down onto his prick until he had shot it all into her mouth. She said that he did quite a lot and that it was very bitter, like thick, sour cream and she didn't like it at all. Yet one of the older girls says that she does it to her boyfriend at least twice a week and lets him shoot into her mouth and says it's like nectar and she can't get enough of it."

"I suggest a compromise then." I kissed her lightly, "Crouch in front of me so that you can take it into you mouth but when I feel something coming I will slip it between your breasts and come there. You can taste a little after the main load has shot out."

She squatted down, the soft spray pattering on her back, and nuzzled my erection against her cheek. I was squeaky clean as she tested the strange flesh with her fingers and her tongue. She guided the sensitive tip around the sculptured contours feeling the shape of the helmet and probing the bubbling orifice. She tasted the slippery fluid before kissing the shaft from tip to balls and back. Then with agonising slowness she dipped the head between her lips and began to take me in. Her thick lips gripped me firmly as she slid her mouth further down my prick then she began to slide up and down, twisting slightly and using her hand as additional stimulus. She had learnt well from the videos and was bringing me off beautifully. She caressed my balls as they crinkled and rose ready to discharge their delightful load. I began to move my hips to get more feeling. I knew I was going to come, I toyed with letting her find out but decided that it was not fair. She was a nice girl and I should act decently towards her. As the feeling increased I grunted and twitched the muscles, judging the critical moment for withdrawal. From experience I knew I had about five seconds from critical to ejaculation and paced myself accordingly. Semen began to pool into the base and the tube began to distend sending signals to me that I was about to perform. It was time!
"I'm going to come Simone." I said urgently, "Take it out of your mouth and squeeze me between your breasts."

She released me and licked her lips clean of the juices. Half crouching she pressed herself against me and I rubbed my twittering prick in her cleavage. The tip nearly touched her chin on the upward stroke. Abruptly a glittering spurt of greyish secretion leapt from me and splattered under her chin. She jumped as the first was followed by two more, saturating her smooth neck with slippery juice. Then came the delicate pulsing stage where I could feel the throbbing as smaller, thicker discharges surged out and slid down the head.
"Put it into your mouth and taste it now, "I said offering the dribbling tip to her lips, "it's not coming quite so much now and it's less likely to be so sharp."
Her mouth opened and she engulfed the fat head sucking hard at the fluttering, dribbling opening. After a few seconds and a number of delicate contractions she took her head away. She looked up at me for a moment, grey semen spilling over her lower lips and then, with a wicked grin, began to lap at the remaining sperm. I assumed I was to her taste. She finished as I began to droop.