Dans le Murs (Part II)

Darting it briskly like a lizard I lapped at the opening and tasted the piquant juices flowing from it. She jumped as I explored the passage and moaned ecstatically as I teased the surrounding tissue. I could feel myself dribbling profusely into the condom and decided it was time to penetrate this delightful vagina and satisfy both our desires. Pulling away from her slicked groin I positioned myself between her thighs, my monster penis throbbing wickedly as it anticipated the tightness of her passage. She spread her legs wide allowing me to appreciate the full beauty of her sex before I put it through its paces. The vagina opened its mouth for me as I rested the teated head against it. I lay gently on her and guided my meat slowly to the opening. I located the hole easily and pressed my thighs towards her very gently, letting the swollen head ream into the cavity. There was slight resistance from the young flesh but her body opened for me and the turgid head eased its way into her belly with no trouble. Progressively I stroked the remainder of the shaft into the teenage cunt until only the rib of the contraceptive was outside her. I placed my full weight onto her sweet body and began thrusting easily but slowly in and out ensuring that her rampant clitoris was stimulated.

Through the thin latex I could feel her vagina repeatedly gripping my tingling prick as it stoked the lusty sex passage. My hands fondled the pert breasts as she wriggled and twisted under me. I felt her buck hard as she climaxed with a low moan and then again as I sensed my finish approaching. I slowed momentarily then realised that I was too far gone. I drove my hips sharply at her stimulating her and me towards the final explosion. The climactic sensations ebbed and flowed, slowly intensifying as release loomed closer until the pressure and feelings were exquisitely uncontrollable and I felt myself going over the top. It was like an explosion building in my loins as the muscular spasm expanded exponentially and I felt the warm puddle churning at the base of the pulsating tower buried deep in her belly.

"Oh Christ, Anne-Marie," I gurgled, twisting and turning to get the last ounce of tempestuous emotion out of the love act, "I'm going to shoot, I can't stop it coming... Here it comes... mmng!"
I half closed my eyes and grimaced as I felt the tingling spasms race up my penis taking with them bolts of hot, living semen and spraying it in grey abundance into the gathering teat. The flaccid latex, once loose and empty, suddenly took shape as it filled with the manly discharge. Still more spurted from the slobbering tip, overflowing the end and smearing down over the throbbing head. She felt me go and joined me in a rampant and uninhibited crescendo of heady sexuality. Her hips thrust and her knees gripped me as she entertained a massive climax. Then, suddenly, it was over and we lay, panting and ecstatic, against each other, still joined by the tenuous link of my now cooling penis. To safeguard her, and out of respect for her delightful body, I pulled myself from her pussy then fell beside her on the sweetly scented grass and we dozed in a post-coital embrace. I felt her stir and opened my eyes to find her awake and looking down at the pinkness hanging obscenely from my shrivelled prick.
"Nice," she briefly touched the bulbous teat distended with now watery sperm, "but I think we should return now."
"Oh, yes, the stones," I mumbled turning over and pulling the sheath off, "I'll do it now."

Wandering naked to a small mound I selected half a dozen round pebbles and dropped them into the wrinkled tube displacing some of the love liquid. Then, holding it by the reinforced end, I launched it into the air and watched as it arced down towards the limpid water and disappeared with a plop into the cool depths.
"How many more are down there?" I asked as I dressed again.
"Je n'e cest pas." she shrugged, "Many 'undred, perhaps. We all use zis island to make love."

I looked at my watch; we had been gone for over two and a half hours. Soon we were in the boat and making good progress on our return to the boathouse. As we approached I could see no sign of Pierre or Therese and assumed that they had returned to the main building. The boat ground up the slipway and we pulled it out of the water. Turning to retrace our steps we were about to depart when we were stopped by a sharp cry that seemed to emanate from the boathouse itself. Putting my finger to my lips in the universal sign of quiet we crept through the main doors toward an internal door. I tried the catch, it was not locked, and painstakingly slowly opened it a fraction. At first I could see nothing through my darkened glasses but then I saw Pierre and Therese sprawled out on a pile of old rugs. Therese was slowly masturbating Pierre while he was thrusting a very well endowed artificial penis in and out of her gaping sex. I beckoned to Anne-Marie and we both watched with fascination at the debauchery unfolding before us.

Therese was well endowed both in the upper stories and in the pubic area. Her forest was luxuriant but it was speared decisively by the plastic monster. Her sex lips gaped and we could clearly see the florid flesh wrapped around the toy. As Pierre slid it in and out the shape of her sex constantly changed but remained firmly contained within her. Pierre was fat, not long but very fat and Therese had some difficulty containing him in her hand. This probably had something to do with the fact that his probing was triggering small climaxes in her. We watched as Therese's hand shimmied up and down the ruddy club allowing it to dribble its wet excitement over her fingers. The skin round his balls tightened and crinkled as he heaved his hips. Releasing his grip on the plastic between her legs he shouted, "Poitrines!" Therese slid under him until the sweaty tip was close to her brown nipples at which point he took hold of his twitching penis and swiped the tip over both erect points. Jets of watery sperm gushed out of the pouting head leaving shiny streams and little pools as it flowed. He anointed both heaving breasts with an abundance of love milk before squeezing the last few drops out and turning away. It was then he saw us in the doorway.

"Good view?" he asked with a wide grin.
"Very good," I replied for the pair of us, "I couldn't manage that much at the moment."
"Ahh," he said with a knowing wink, "I suppose that is all because of that rather pretty young lady there, hein? I'm sure she could make a corpse stand up." He roared at his own joke as Therese dried herself and dressed.

"Let's see what Claude-Yves has for us." he said as we left the boathouse and ambled toward the main building.
Anne-Marie and Therese walked about three metres ahead and Pierre moved closer to me. "Is she good?" he asked quietly.
"To be sure." I whispered in reply, "She is very good in every aspect."
"Did you, ow you say, go bareback?"
"We used a condom."
"We didn't have one."
"Oh. And she not averse to a little ‘mouth music’”.
"Nice. She is a very versatile young woman.
"I agree. Anne-Marie won't film but she'll keep me amused."

I noticed that during this secretive exchange the two women were also having an animated conversation. Therese turned and looked at me when Ann-Marie used her hands to describe something; I think I know what it was and Therese seemed interested. I smiled at her and she poked out her tongue cheekily. I made a mental note that if I needed any services beyond those offered by Anne-Marie to contact Therese.

Anne-Marie guided us through the warren of corridors back to the meeting room where Claude-Yves was waiting with a pile of papers in front of him. After coffee we were issued with individual copies of the papers. On examination they contained detailed, and oftwhile intimate, information on one of the residents. Claude-Yves started by saying that he had noted on the bottom of each which character they could support. We had made it very clear that we were seeking candidates that looked right; we were very sensitive to that requirement. It took over an hours discussion to narrow down the list of potential players to the following:-
Colin (Early) Giles Trufaud
Colin (Later) Pierre Savette or Phillipe Nousson
Katherine (Early) Michelle Santes
Katherine (Later) Anne-Lise Giscard or Madeleine Dufour
Pat Maud Fontaine or Edith Marron
Anne Annette de la Mare
Doris Claire Fournier
Robert Christian Bessocq
Sheila Madeleine Tissot or Charlette Baboussier
Valerie Chantelle Foche
Eric Antioinne Lestrade

We decided that, although we did not want to put the students under any sort of pressure, we did need to carry out a simple interview. Obviously I needed to be present, as did one of the Joker team. In order to minimise the problems Pierre suggested that Therese represent Joker. Claude-Yves would be present but take no active part. The major problem would be language but we decided to run with my French and Therese's English. With Pierre, the three of us discussed what our strategy would be and what we were looking for in the candidates. Ultimately we realised that we needed people who would be natural and reasonably uninhibited in front of the camera rather than having any particular physical attributes. We got ourselves sorted out, Pierre left and we asked Claude-Yves to call the first candidate. He ushered Madeleine Tissot to the chair and retired to his corner. We spoke in French. Madeleine was intended to play Sheila who was a redheaded girl with sharp features. Immediately I saw Madeleine I realised that she was too far removed from Sheila to be practical. Although her hair was light auburn she was too tall, her features were too rounded and she was too well developed. Although Sheila had been sexually active since early puberty she had never developed what could be called a voluptuous body. I indicated to Therese my misgivings before we began; she nodded.

"Bonjour Madeleine," she smiled gently, "Claude-Yves has told you why we are here, yes?"
The auburn hair bobbed as she nodded understanding.
"Bon," she continued, "How old are you Madeleine?" "Nearly nineteen." came the quiet reply. "How many boys have you had?" she asked abruptly.
"Pardon, madame." Madeleine looked startled, her eyes wide.
"Boys," repeated Therese, "how many have you had, or how many have had you?" Madeleine hesitated for at least ten seconds before beginning to reply. "I have had two boyfriends," she said carefully, "both have made love to me often."

"How often have you masturbated them?" she asked. I admired her approach as very pointed and aimed to weed out the unsuitable for, if they could not talk about their sex lives they most certainly would not be able to perform in front of a camera with a different person.
She looked decidedly uncomfortable. "I... I have not done that," she stuttered, "although they both wanted me to. I was afraid of what they would do."
"Sorry Madeleine." said Therese kindly, "You really are completely unsuitable for this part."
"Merci madame, m'sieur." she turned to us as she stood up and walked out, her face burning with embarrassment.

The next candidate was Antioinne Lestrade who was intended to play Eric. This time the match was better with Claude-Yves ushering in a well-built, dark haired youth. After the initial question, Therese looked at me to continue. I decided to use the same shock tactics.
"Antoinne," I began, "do you masturbate?"
"Oui m'sieur." He replied immediately.
"Have you ever had another boy masturbate you?" I continued.
"Oui m'sieur." he was a straight as before, "A group of us do it often in front of the others."
"Show me your penis." I demanded.

He stood up and released the zip fly and eased out his young prick. Obviously the excitement of the situation had aroused him for he was well swollen. His prick reminded me of Eric's, uncircumcised, long and fat. I nodded and I noticed Therese look longingly at the meat in front of her.

"Masturbate yourself now," she demanded, "and finish into this tissue." She handed him a French Kleenex. Taking the now rigid weapon in his right hand he began briskly to skin it up and down. Almost immediately I noticed the tip getting shiny and he grabbed for the tissue on the table. Holding the tissue under and around the underside of the glans he continued pumping his hand more and more slowly. As his hand came to a complete halt we saw a greyish puddle appear in the Kleenex and grow rapidly as he simply squeezed the throbbing tool. He finished quickly and expertly wiped the dripping knob and tossed the hanky into the bin. Putting his organ back into his fly he sat down. I nodded to Therese.

"Bon, tres bon." she said, "You will do fine for Eric; we will make the arrangements with Claude-Yves. Merci, Antoinne."
"Merci madame, m'sieur." he left.
Claude-Yves showed in the next pair of candidates, Giles Trufaud who was noted to play the earlier Colin and Michelle Santes intended to play the earlier Katherine. They sat down and I immediately warmed to them. I could see significant likenesses between both of us. Therese welcomed them and introduced both the project and us. They both appeared rather excited about the prospect.

"Are you a virgin?" Therese asked Michelle.
"Non, madame," came the pert reply, "I have not been a virgin since three years."
"How far have you let boys go with you?" I asked clumsily. Therese revised the question and put it into better French.
"All ze way, m'sieur," she said very seriously, "I 'ad semen in me the first time and many times I get it."
"Can you shoot, Giles?" I asked the boy.
"Certainment, m'sieur," he said proudly, "I do plenty in my 'and."
"Have you done it into a girl?" asked Therese.
He looked sheepish. "Non, madame," he admitted, "I am very shy with girls and 'ave been afraid to try."
"Well, now is your chance," said Therese rather wickedly, "I want you to make love to Michelle now."
"Now madame?" he screeched.
"Yes Giles, now!" she said quietly and steadily, "On the carpet, in the nude, NOW!"

Michelle had already started to undress and, before Giles even had his shirt off, she had revealed to us that puberty was very sluggish. Giles, on the other hand, was obviously quite capable as his sharply curved, circumcised penis indicated. He was dribbling profusely as he stood nude in front of us. Michelle touched the stiffness and he winced as he bubbled lubricant over the tip. She lay on the thick rug and parted her slim legs to reveal the gash. With a hand each side she held open the lips so that the tight vagina was ready for him. Kneeling before her he forced the stiffness down, pointing it towards the baby minge. With a little inexperienced probing he managed to guide the tip in the general direction of her vagina and lodged the slobbering tip in the crevice. As the swollen head engaged with the tiny mouth he gave a little groan and we saw his buttocks thrust erratically before he pulled off the little girl. The whole pubic area was glistening with a thin film of liquid with little runnels projecting upwards towards her navel. The lips were once more closed but bubbles of a similar, but whitish, fluid exuded from the bottom. On his part dribbles were still oozing from his drooping penis.

"Exactly what would have happened to me in the same circumstances." I observed with a chuckle, "Oh yes, these two will do fine."
They dressed and we thanked them. All other interviews went well and after about four hours we had a full cast.

End of Part II

Look out for Part 3 – Filming Begins. (Due to be published mid-August 2006)
In which the organisation gets started on the first scenes, Colin meets with a black friend of Anne-Marie and discovers that late night parties at the orphanage are definitely not for the faint hearted.