Dans le Murs (Part 6)

Her vagina was surprisingly tight and her muscles rippled as I penetrated her delicate sex. Now I began to thrust in hard, slowing from time to time as the feeling took me. The young black girl rubbed and squeezed her breasts and nipples as I fucked her. I managed to control the climax so that I carried her along with me. After a delightful few minutes I withdrew sharply, much to her chagrin, and instructed her to kneel. This she did and I parted the cheeks and re-inserted my spear into her frothing hole. She squealed with delight as I rammed in hard, the upward curvature of my erection triggering new sensations for her. Now I wanted to finish and pulled her to me and bounced off her buttocks. She moaned and grunted, I slid in harder as the seed bubbled and frothed from my balls. As the climax approached I wriggled inside her until the feeling overwhelmed me and I sensed something rippling up inside me.

"I'm coming," I hissed at her, "I'm going to shoot my load. Here it comes!"
Hot semen streamed out of the opening in the bulbous head and collected in viscous pools in the teat of the condom. Such was the pressure of the ejaculation into it that the teat stood up like a tiny penis, filled with fertile sap. Melanthe sensed the trembling of the climax and peaked by pulling me into her, grinding her gaping maw against my bristly fur. I twitched and tensed my prick for as long as I could until it hurt and began to wilt before nuzzling into her neck and flopping out.

"Oh my Lord." Melanthe gasped ecstatically, "That was so good. You made me come with you. Leave it in for a minute then show me what you have done."
I did not disagree with her for the satisfying climax had left me exhausted. However I soon felt myself slipping from her vagina and decided it was time to leave her. I pulled back from her and then knelt at her side, flopping the overflowing condom in front of her. The white and watery content slopped, swinging the teat and the end obscenely. Smiling she touched the sticky latex, swirling the glutinous come around. I turned from her and pulled it off then wiped the remains of the semen from my prick. I disposed of the evidence down a toilet and we both dressed and set off for the meeting. Both Melanthe and Simone were fine young women and I felt my life had taken a momentous and agreeable turn that day I discovered the trio in the barn. Arriving at the main auditorium I left Melanthe and found my place in the curtained room behind the altar rostrum. I could smell the sickly sweetness of hallucinogenic drugs and noted that some of the masked congregation were already a little glassy eyed.

There was in one corner a large vat of wine and one of the Wizards was adding a few drops of colourless liquid from a phial. At a signal we placed our arms in our sleeves and moved out onto the rostrum to the sounds of electronic music. We stood in a semi-circle around the altar while the Grand Master intoned the litany of welcome then announced two new acolyte members, one being Madeleine and the other a rich and rather pompous young member of the old aristocracy. I did not like him. This done, the Grand Master launched into a sermon preaching the freedom of human expression. The congregation listened intently and I saw at least one young man discreetly masturbating some four rows from the front. At the end we were given a large carafe of the 'wine' to take to our sections of the throng. I mingled and they queued up, each for their chalice. The effect was quite astonishing. Within two minutes of draining the liquid they began to get less inhibited, some girls openly rubbing their crotches through their clothes. They all stood in a bunch in front of the Grand Master.

"The teachings of the sect invite, nay demand, the free expression of human contact," he announced, "forthwith you are commanded to pursue our teachings. Food, wine and music will flow. My Wizards will come amongst you as counsellors, ask of them, they will help you. Now, clear the area and let the celebration begin. SLONSHAL!"
There was a deafening cry in response, the lights dimmed and coloured, music flowed from hidden sources and the throng began to mingle.
"Go amongst them, listen and counsel." the Grand Master took my shoulder firmly and pressed a small plastic box into my hand, "When you find any in compromising situations use the box to call Crinthos, he will make a permanent record of it. We must ensure that our flock are not tempted to stray."

With a smile he spun on his heel and strode off and began an animated conversation with one of the other Wizards. I descended the steps and circled the throng. It was like any other party with dancing and conversation except that most of the participants had been given a aphrodisiac drug. One girl was dancing nude in the centre whilst I could see at least one couple leaning up against a pillar in the shadows. Moving closer I could see that the girls panties were around her ankles and the boy was thrusting against her as she leant against the stone. An opened condom pack lay on the ground. As I passed the girl acknowledged my presence and whispered to the boy. He moved off her and half turned, his massive penis, covered in pink latex and shining with her lubricant, jutting out from under his shirt.

"My lord," the woman said as they both bowed gently to me as protocol required, "I plead that we do not offend you with our lewdness but we carry out the instructions of the Grand Master in our interpretation."
"Nay my children," I smiled broadly, "you do well in your interpretation and I would not interrupt your actions for one moment longer."
"Thank you, my lord," she smiled, touching the hot cock that had recently vacated her slit, "will you bless our continued union and preside over us at the moment of greatest openness so that we may know the way of the sect."
"May your union bring pleasure to you both," I intoned, opening my arms in supplication, "may you know the heights of your physical sensations and may you join at the crisis as one being and know and understand the teachings of the Master. Join and enjoy."

The girl hiked up her dress revealing a totally shaven slit. I could see the slicked juices over the lips as she held herself for her partner. He turned, gripped his massive phallus in his hand and pressed it into the parted lips and, with a little grunt, embedded the full length into her. Oblivious of me watching he drove himself in and out of her until he was close to climax.
"I'm coming, my lord." he gasped, "Bless me as I spurt. Here it comes!! UGH!"

He shuddered and began to prod erratically against the girl who, in her turn, squeaked and mewed erotically. I uttered a few inane phrases until the couple stopped and her pulled himself out of her. I should imagine the girl was glad he didn't fire off into her. The end of the condom was bloated with swilling fluid; I presumed that the aphrodisiac also caused the men to produce abundant sperm. Moving off I spoke to a number of couples before being approached by the Grand Master.
"Sethin," he called regally, "I have a task for you."
"Grand Master," I acknowledged, "how may I help."
"I have heard," he smiled, putting his arm around my shoulders, "that your advice and help to our flock has been good. How would you like to become our official counsellor? It is a duty that can be taxing but not without its rewards."
"I am honoured, Grand Master," I glowed, "that you should consider me suitable. If it within my power to carry out the duties it will be my pleasure to do so."
"A decision given in wisdom." the Grand Master beamed, "Come, we will speak of your duties."

I accompanied him to his chambers where he informed me of my duties. I would be responsible for listening to all problems, with Melanthe as my sworn assistant, to take secret confessions, to give advice on all subjects and to make recommendations to the council on personal matters. I agreed to this offer and the Grand Master agreed to make it known publicly. I would be expected to hold a personal counselling workshop later in the day. He made the announcement and the others on the High Table and many acolytes, including Melanthe who, apparently, was also elevated in the Sisterhood as a result, warmly congratulated me. She and I departed to set up the counselling room, she sorting out the appointments while I the layout of the room. Using the latest technology she issued a list of individuals who had requested counselling. I decided to set the initial limit at fifteen minutes per session, and I would be in surgery for three hours. I would start at three. We had lunch away from the throng with the council and their assistants. The wine here was good and the conversation wide ranging. Mme Lestrade informed me that the girls I had selected were settling in and learning fast. The Countess again invited me to her chateau whilst all of the other members asked my opinion on a range of subjects. Lunch over Melanthe and I excused ourselves and retired to the counselling chamber, which was now also attached to my new suite, at about a quarter before two. We had a strong cup of coffee and I sat her down at her desk after giving her instructions to buzz me two minutes before the time was up. Personnel would arrive via Melanthe but leave by another door so that they would never see each other. I had allowed myself five minutes between sessions to sort out papers etc. Precisely at two, the Grand Master was a stickler for punctuality, Melanthe showed the first consultee in. Her name was Mercy and she was just twenty, rather plain and a very new member. I gave her a cup of coffee and asked her to outline her problem.
"I find it difficult to join in with the others," she began, "because I am not attractive and because I am not right down here." She indicated her pubic area. I inclined my head thus inviting her to elaborate.
"I am afraid to join in and offer myself to other members because they will find me not pretty and expect only one thing and when they see my shape down there they will not want anything to do with me."
"This could be a medical problem, Mercy." I began, "Have you consulted a doctor about this? Anyway, who told you that you were wrong?"

"No, I have not asked a doctor," Mercy cringed, "I do not want to hear the truth. Who told me? When I was fourteen my older brother took me into the forest and tried to have sex with me. He failed because he could not penetrate me and came over me. He shouted at me and told me that I was deformed and that no man would want me." She sobbed. I waited until she reasserted herself.
"You are a still a virgin?" I suggested.
"Technically, yes," she smiled wanly, "although I play with myself and use things inside me."
"Well, Mercy," I comforted her, "medical science can do wonders these days if you have a problem but it is quite possible that you simply have a psychosis. I am not a doctor but would you consider it unethical for me, with Melanthe as a chaperone if you like, to give you a second, non-medical, opinion? If I am to help you I must be fully aware of the facts of the problem."

She looked worried and chewed her lip then nodded slowly. I called Melanthe in to attend but Mercy said no, she would rather be alone. "Remove your dress," I instructed the shy girl, "time is marching on." She flipped open the catch and let the wrap-around skirt drop. Her panties were brief and quickly removed. Now naked from the waist down I told her to lay on the settee. She settled herself and I set about a brief examination of her sex. Her sex fur was very thick and yet I could see her lips through it. Gently parting the crisp curls I found the fattest lips I had ever seen. They splayed at the centre and curved outwards, crinkly and petal like. They were almost rubbery and parted with some difficulty to reveal a deliciously deep and sensuous cleft with an unhooded clitoris and large vaginal opening. I was tempted to go down on her followed by a good screw when the two-minute buzzer sounded. "Mercy." I said, after stroking the soft flesh with some result from her, "Your genital lips are very thick and firm, this could have made it difficult for your brother to penetrate you. However, they are not deformed, neither are they outside the range of normal. You are a well-developed young lady who ought to be putting herself to good use. I suggest you return to the party, find yourself a young man and give yourself to him. You will find men queuing up to go down on a slit like yours. Now, get dressed."

"Thank you, thank you, my Lord." she effused as she dressed, "Would you like to be my first?"
"If you are still a virgin when I return I will gladly take up your offer but I do not think my services will be required. Now, run along and enjoy yourself."
She left and I felt that notes on this case would be superfluous. After a short delay the next patient, a young man named Claude, was shown in. He sat and fidgeted as if very nervous, which I should imagine he was. I offered him a coffee and sat beside him. He sat silent.
"I can't help you if you don't tell me your problem." I said quietly.
"You'll laugh at me and think I'm abnormal." he retorted sharply.
"My son," I put my hand on his shoulder, "If I laugh or do not take your problem seriously then I am truly not worthy of the duty of counsellor. To you the problem is real and serious, I am here to help you face it and finally resolve it. Now, tell me, in your own words."
He looked straight at me and began to pour out his heart.

"I am nineteen," he began, "and since I was twelve I have been able to get myself hard. When I was thirteen I shot for the first time and soon noticed that I was doing rather a lot. My penis grew to about nine inches in length by the time I was fifteen by which time I fancied my 18 year old sister. If I used my hand I could control the come and last for as long as I wanted but when I tried to put it into her I only had to touch her and it all poured out. She was not amused at the mess over her but agreed to let me try again later. I tried and exactly the same thing happened. Since then, I have tried many times; girls want a long one inside them you know, but I have never even got the tip in before I let everything go too soon. They call me 'Clumsy Claude' because I drop the lot so easily. I have tried wanking off beforehand but then I can't get hard again and when I do, it still comes too soon. What can I do?"
"I believe that you need a period of good sexual management," he was informed, "I will ask Melanthe to arrange it with, ...mmm.. Sister Janine. She will teach you physical and mental control. You will hear from me in a day or so."

He thanked me profusely and I passed the problem to my second in command. The afternoon passed quickly with most problems attended and at a few minutes before six we closed.
“Wow, Melanthe." I flopped into a chair while she served up a strong coffee, "These people have a lot of problems, I'm crashing out. Let we know whether and when I am wanted next." Melanthe noted my request and, with the assistance of Madeleine, I slumped into the car and set off for Lille.

End of Part VI

Because of my altered personal situation, there may be significant delay in publishing the remaining parts of Dans le Murs. If you have enjoyed Parts I through VI and would like to follow the adventures of Colin and his friends you can receive a copy of the original manuscript. Please send an e-mail containing the word ‘Manuscript’ to: pebbles8575165@hotmail.com before 10 October 2006 and a copy will be sent to you. Please note, that some editing of the original was done before publication to ensure compliance with the codes of practice of this site. The document you receive will be unedited. Therefore, any potential reader should note that the unedited text contains suggestions of underage sex and incest. If either is likely to cause offence then do not request the complete version.

If circumstances permit, however, watch out for Part 7 sometime in October/November 2006 – ‘Sonia and Pippa’ in which Simone meets up with two of her high school friends from the UK who have been duped into JOKER while Colin is asked to ‘educate’ one of them in advance of their screen test.