Dans le Murs (Part II)

Now, he has imposed some restrictions on us. Nobody must be forced to do anything they do not wish to do. He does not see this as a problem but some of them will be reluctant to perform some activities. He will try to advise us. Despite being a Roman Catholic school, many of the girls are taking the contraceptive pill. However, they are examined occasionally and the local 'infirmiere' likes to check on their continuing sexual abstinence. She does this by taking a sample from the vagina, she says to check for disorders like thrush, but he knows different. Therefore we are asked to restrict the ejaculation into the girls to a minimum. There are to be no filmed adult-student relationships. If any of the crew find themselves socially involved with one of the would-be starlets we are asked to keep it to a low profile and use condoms for intercourse or employ some other means of pleasure. There is to be no anal intercourse or even any suggestion of it, professionally or socially. I have agreed to these terms."

I stood up and indicated to Pierre that he should translate. "Thank you M'sieur." I began as I addressed Claude-Yves, "We understand your concern for both the residents and the good name of this establishment and seek your cooperation in producing a sensitive film addressing very delicate issues. It is not our intention to sensationalise the subject neither do we intend to embarrass or corrupt your charges. We will respect your wishes and treat them kindly and responsibly. We also pledge that the college will benefit from a proportion of the royalties from the resulting material. The film that we intend to make will be based on true events and will not contain excessive lust or violence." I sat down.

Pierre finished translating when Claude-Yves stood up. "Merci bien, m'sieur," he began and Pierre continued his interpreting task, "I thank you for your assurances. Although my charges are willing to perform sexual acts for your film they are still quite impressionable and I do not wish them to become corrupted by obscenities. I see nothing wrong in either sexual intercourse or a limited degree of oral, and extra corporeal, sex for this teaches a girl to be a good wife, but I must and shall limit the spread of depraved practices. I think we can work well together. Now, please consume the food then, if you will take a walk in the grounds, I will arrange for some of my charges to be interviewed."

We fed on the superb spread, chattering aimlessly on various aspects of life. Anne-Marie sat beside me and I discovered that she was the result of a brief liaison between a visiting German schoolboy on an exchange visit and the young daughter of the school gardener. Her mother had abandoned her at birth and vanished without trace. After coffee we vacated the room and meandered through corridors and courtyards until we left the main building and found ourselves in a wooded area.

"It is a beautiful walk in the forest," said Anne-Marie, taking my hand in hers and pulling me, "come, we will go to the lake."

The weather had improved. Gone were the cool, northerly winds that had dogged the end of April and beginning of May. The gentle, almost zephyr-like south easterlies had cleared the skies allowing the warm sun to blaze down on the pale green flora of the wooded carpet. We could not help but feel relaxed and happy as we walked slowly through the glades. A cuckoo called while other birds proclaimed the perfection of the day. Around us we heard the rustling of rabbits and voles while butterflies, so long in their cocoons, flickered through the shafts of light dancing through the constantly changing pattern of oak and hazel leaves. Here and there spring flowers thrust their colourful heads toward the sky attracting the attentions of the multitude of bees and other nectar-seeking insects to their delicate hearts. The lake was immense, some twenty hectares, and Anne-Marie insisted that I take her out in a boat for a while. Pierre and Therese, who had followed us, declined but I was dragged to the small boatyard and we duly set out onto the lake in a GRP rowing dinghy. Now rowing isn't my forte so it took a while to make way but eventually we were some two thousand metres from the forest. All we could hear was the gently slapping of the water against the blunt prow as I shipped the oars and sat back to relax in the spring sunshine.

"Do you want me?" asked Anne-Marie suddenly as she suggestively stroked her lightly covered breasts.
"Uh, ah," I gurgled, taken completely by surprise, "I'm not sure that would be a sensible idea."
"Why not?" she ran her tongue sexily around her lips, "The boat will drift by itself for hours and I have a packet of condoms with me, unless you would like something different." She put her finger in her mouth and sucked it very suggestively.
"That will do, Anne-Marie," I said disapprovingly, "I know what you are suggesting. Yes, I'd love to have you, with or without a condom, but first, exactly how old are you?"
"I shall be eighteen in three days time." she replied simply, “Why do you ask; does my age bother you?"
"Of course your age bothers me!" I yelped, "I am much older and it could be seen as not proper."
"But nobody will know." she said seductively, "Oh, do not be such a boring Englishman, make love to me now."
"How can I refuse such a request," I smiled sweetly at her, "from such an attractive little lady."

During this conversation I had been gauging our drift and estimated that we were moving gently towards the boathouse shore but would take at least an hour to get within good visual range so, assuming that we were not spied on from a high vantage point with a telescope; we had a good hour in which to debauch ourselves. I shuffled to the centre of the boat noting that it was very stable. I beckoned her over and she sat on the bottom resting her head on my knee. Bending down I kissed her auburn hair that was warm and fragrant in the spring sunshine. My hand stroked her smooth neck and ventured over the striped tee shirt until it encountered the firm but malleable swelling of her right breast. I stroked it and explored the pert shape, caressing the tiny nipple as I passed. I then cupped it in my hand and squeezed and gently milked it. She responded with a soft, purring sound and I felt her tense slightly and press herself against my probing hand. Very carefully I scuffed up the loose material over the swelling until my fingers touched bare skin. She took a sharp intake of breath as I pressed the tight but yielding bosom. Her head slid along my thigh and her cheek rubbed against my throbbing erection. I tensed it so that she would know that her actions had been sensed. As I did so she turned her head and kissed the swelling in my trousers.

"Take off your tee shirt." I demanded.

Pulling away from my aching prick she grabbed the hem of the garment and pulled it unceremoniously over her head. My eyes were glued to her delicious breasts. As I had imagined, they were small and perfectly formed, with pinky-brown nipples crowning the peaks. I drew her gently back into position, found the delightful mounds and explored them in intimate detail, stroking the bud-like nipples repeatedly as they filled and rose to attention. She continued to nuzzle my groin and I felt myself dribbling profusely. Removing my right hand from its haven I carefully eased down my fly and opened the flap of my jeans. With a little positional adjustment I managed to manoeuvre her soft cheek into the opening so that she rested against the swollen head and the effusing dampness. As the sculptured tip brushed her she drew in some of the musky sex odour that my lubricant was giving off. Turning slightly she nibbled at the damp bulge. Finding the gap in the Y Fronts she pressed her tongue through it and tasted the quivering hardness beneath. For a moment I thought I was going to come but I managed to quell the fire in my loins.

Anne-Marie must have sensed the tension for she pulled off and pulled at my clothing so as to reveal my manhood in all its aroused glory. Immediately she returned to her position only now she was able to see and touch everything I possessed. She placed delicate kisses over my tight balls and ran her lips lightly up the veined shaft to the drooling tip and down again. I felt the soft touch of probing fingers as she investigated my manhood. Last time it was functional, she had simply been the mechanism for masturbation, but this time she was exploring and discovering the devastating effect of her sensuality. She kissed one ball, then the other and was nibbling her way up the stalk once more when my load came bubbling out. It leapt about two centimetres from the near vertical tip in a thick surge before flooding down over the bloated glans towards her sweet lips. She felt the insistent throbbing and, taking her mouth away for an instant saw the creamy stream gushing down the distended phallus. Then, without an apparent second thought, she pulled herself up and dived down onto the pulsating shaft, gathering the pungent discharge onto her tongue. Her head bobbed as she took the spurting juices down, pulling off a couple of times to lick her lips. As the flow slowed she squeezed the stalk to get the remainder and then licked it clean.

"bad boy." she scolded as the released the now floppy penis, "Now you not able to make love."
"I'm dreadfully sorry, Anne-Marie," I apologised feeling genuine remorse, "I just couldn't stop myself coming. I will make love to you in a while, I promise."
"She pouted. "Row me to the island, there is some soft grass there and you can make love to me on the ground."

I looked in the direction she was pointing. The island was about fifteen hundred metres further away from the boathouse but, as I had disappointed her and still wanted her pussy, I took up the oars and rowed. We sat in silence as I attacked the intervening water. I got better although my hands got more calloused and, eventually, we scrunched to a halt against a grassy bank. I tied the boat to an overhanging branch and followed Anne-Marie. The island was about one hundred metres by fifty with a mixture of weeping willow and soft, lush grass. There was no obvious evidence of habitation at first glance but I guessed that many an errant pair had found their way here for a liaison. It was then that I saw little piles of pebbles. The purpose of these escaped me so I asked.
"When the boy has finished with the condom," she informed me, "he puts some of the stones into it and throws it into the water. It sinks and then there is no sign of it."
"Ingenious." I commented, "Don't leave the evidence lying around."

She led me to a grassy mound that was bathed in the May sunshine. "Here we make love." she said carelessly unbuttoning her faded denims, "The condoms are in my bag in the boat, would you bring them."
I trotted back to the boat, retrieved her leather shoulder bag and found the packet of teat-ended sheaths. Slipping them into my pocket I loped back to the mound. There, on the grass, lay Anne-Marie, shamelessly nude revealing a bush of dark auburn fur at her groin. She stroked the pelt suggestively then ran a finger up and down the hidden furrow. I threw the packet to her. "Get one out," I shouted, "I want you badly." As she opened the packet and removed the little foil package I tore off my clothes until I was as blatantly naked as her. My penis, now erect once more, thrust out from my groin. I dropped down beside her and held my penis vertically so that she could encase it in the sheath. I watched in fascination as she very expertly held the teat between two fingers while easing the tip into the tight latex tube. She managed to enclose the head in the pink latex without me coming off and then unrolled the remainder of the thin rubber over my hardened shaft. Taking her hand away she admired her handiwork. I always consider a penis covered with a condom to be unnatural and slightly offensive but she, no doubt, saw the functional use of the combination as she reclined onto the soft ground.
"Please," she wheedled, stroking the furry patch that covered her teenage sex, "please, I want you now."
"Likewise," I thought, "I want to fill you up with cock but first...."

I knelt beside her and kissed her forehead gently. Then I kissed her neck followed by a brush of lips over each aroused nipple. Her navel was next before I nuzzled into the top of her bush. She was musky and warm. I slid my lips down as her thighs opened until I reached the parting that defined the beginning of her womanhood. Just inside the top of the valley, nestling in the soft tissues I found the blatant bud of her clitoris. Slightly hooded, the flushed nub thrust proudly through the puffed lips and offered its sensitive tip to my tongue. I could not resist the temptation and swirled the tumescent little member with my tongue before nibbling it erotically between my lips. The effect was nothing short of electrifying. Her hips thrust up to meet my attack and she spread her thighs wide allowing me unrestricted access to the tender, musky membranes nestling between the parted lips. The intimate flesh was flushed pink and glistened slightly with her feminine secretions. As I looked closely at the lust spiced valley I could see the tiny mouth of her most intimate passage. Small yet ominously willing it invited further attention, firstly from my tongue then later from my considerable penis. I could not resist giving the petite entrance a little additional focus with my probing tongue.