Dans le Murs

"Count me in," I replied immediately, "if you three are anything to gauge the people by then it will be fun."
"Come to Lille this evening," she said, "we are going to make a film with Marcel and a young schoolgirl."
"How young?" I enquired.
"Eleven." she replied.
"Wow," I thought, "that should be worth watching."
"We could all go in my car," I suggested, "that way we won't get lost."
"See you here at--- um, dix neuf heures." she said haltingly.
"Seven it is," I smiled, "see you all then. Au revoir."
It was about one hour twenty into Lille Centre so I assumed that was where we were heading. In the event it was on the Bethune side and only took just over the hour. The kids were early and we were on our way at about five before seven. I made my way through Hazebrouck and then onto the A26 toward Lille. At the suburb of Lomme we turned off the autoroute toward Blanche Etienne. Michelle directed me to a large house, almost a chateau, down the rue Picardy where we turned into a well-kept drive. At the end we parked between a Citroen XM and a Peugeot 309 DTR Turbo. We spilled out and were met by a well-dressed, middle-aged man. "Bonjour monsieur," he shook my hand, "comment allez vous?"

"Tres bien, merci," I replied, "et vous?"

"Ca va." he muttered, “M’sieur deVilliers?” I nodded; he smiled and turned to Marcel. After a brief discussion he beckoned us to follow him into the chateau. We trooped down to the basement that was sumptuously furnished and lit. There was a large room with cameras set up as a large and luxurious bedroom. I was introduced to Robert and Therese, the two camera operators and editors, to Laurant the electronics expert, Pierre the producer and director and finally to Denise the young starlet. She was so tiny and so angelic I found it difficult to believe that she could even reveal her sex let alone use it on film with Marcel. After a welcome coffee Robert and Therese checked the cameras, Laurant the lights and video. Pierre came over to me; his English was excellent. "If you wish monsieur," he said, "you could have a part in the film, perhaps as the girls uncle. Laurent was to do it but he is willing to let you try. I will not show your face if you wish. These two are supposed to be brother and sister and they have fun together. You will discover them and I am sure Denise could make it worth your while to stay silent."
"So long as nobody sees my face." I replied.
"That is not the part of your anatomy we will be concentrating on," he chuckled, " I understand from Michelle that you are well supplied."
“I cannot disagree with a lady.” I laughed as we shook hands.

I was to appear about two thirds of the way through, after Denise and Marcel had done a couple of turns. I would pull Marcel away and confront Denise. She would look very guilty and cuddle up to me. She would be completely nude of course. She would stroke my groin until I stiffened and then pull out my penis. I would sit down and she would kneel in front of me and suck me up. She would then go all the way until I climaxed and spurted over her face. Pierre explained this to Marcel and Denise who smiled and nodded. Denise turned to me, smiled sweetly and swirled her tongue round her lips. Laurant fired up the lights and the video while Robert and Therese adjusted the cameras. Denise left the set and Marcel sprawled on the bed and opened a porno book. He got himself comfortable, unzipped his fly and put his hand inside. The cameras were rolling. I watched the action not the cameras; that was Pierre's job as director. I could see the action on the colour monitor as Pierre switched from one camera to the other. "Go!" he cried. Marcel began to masturbate himself inside his trousers. After a few seconds he opened his fly fully and pulled out his pants, swollen with his erection. He gripped it between thumb and forefinger and rubbed the material over the head making a dark stain appear at the end. His face was a picture as he then gripped it gently in his hand and began to pull a little harder. The door opened slowly and Denise peeped in. She saw what her 'brother' was doing and rubbed herself through her shorts. Her hand slid down the front as she crept over towards him and I could see her working her fanny. She watched for a moment as the wetness grew then she sat on the bed beside him. He jumped with feigned shock and tried to cover the throbbing erection. She shook her head and put her hand on his. He slowly took his hands away and she took hold of the swelling and squeezed and caressed it. He felt at her shorts as she played with his penis. After a while she gripped the pants and pulled the elastic over the bulbous head of Marcel's rod. She looked surprised for a moment and then, in a very businesslike manner, began to rub it briskly. A close up of the action confirmed that he was drooling copiously over her fingers. His hand came up and stopped her.

During the short lull she helped him open her shorts to reveal a soft looking, puffy slit with a sprinkling of pale auburn hairs, just enough to give it a shadowy look. Marcel began to play with the gash, feeling for the clitty and fingering the entrance to the vagina, so small yet so welcoming it seemed. Denise took hold of the stiffness once more and resumed her masturbation. This time Marcel did not interfere with her shuttling fingers; he was more interested in fingering the petals of her baby slit. His finger probed the depths of her hole, "Ahh, j'ejaculer. Ah! Ah!" he shouted as a spurt leapt from the tip in her hand and glistened in the lights as it arced through the air and splattered onto the bed. Two more spurts followed rapidly then the camera zoomed into the action to watch thick pulses of greyish fluid erupt from the slimy tip and drop in thick, syrupy blobs onto the sheet. He stopped her hand. She released the meat and wiped the come from her fingers. His finger left her vagina and she stepped off the bed.
"Ca va?" she said to Pierre.
"Oui, ca va Denise," he said gently, "tres bon." She whispered something in his ear and they both turned in my direction.
"Denise wishes to see your penis," he said simply, "nothing else, no sperm, just to see you."

I beckoned to her and she bounced over, her shorts still open to reveal the soft down on her pussy. Despite her age I had a great urge to shove my cock into her tiny slit and squirt my load out. I didn't but it served to get me fully erect. I opened my zip and pulled the pants aside to reveal my sixteen plus centimetres in all its circumcised glory.
"Mais oui," she trilled, "c'est magnifique."
She lightly ran her finger over the turgid tip and a bead of colourless fluid popped out and smeared downwards.
"Dison," she twittered taking her fingers from the aching member, "non, vous ne jetet pas."

Smiling sweetly she turned leaving me with an ache that I had to bear until she made me spurt. I forced the erection into my trousers and prepared to watch the next scene. Marcel needed a few more minutes so we had a break with some wine and patisseries. Then Marcel stripped, his penis again fully stiff, and lay on the bed. The cameras rolled. Marcel looked at the clock as the door opened and Denise tripped in. She was dressed in silky pyjamas. She sat beside him and they embraced his hand feeling between her thighs for her sex. She found his penis and caressed and stroked it. Marcel opened her pyjama top to reveal two delicious breast buds swelling there. He squeezed and tweaked them then kissed each tiny pink nipple lightly. Then he moved to her pyjama bottoms and slipped his hand inside. Her tongue swirled round her lips as he found her sensitive valley and excited it with his playing. The penis in her hand, in the meantime, was getting wet and slippery and her fingers were slicked with liquid. Then, at a signal, she stood up and faced Marcel. He took the waistband of her trousers and pulled it down over her thighs and let the garment drop to the floor. The camera concentrated on her genitals. Her slit still retained the childlike curve except that it was parted. The soft, auburn down over her pubis covered nothing, but the shape of the shadowy vee set off against the white of her belly was highly erotic. Marcel bent and kissed the fur and Denise pulled his head to her groin. Denise turned and fell onto the bed, parting her legs so that we all got a full view of her charms. Marcel nuzzled into the cleft and kissed and tongued the pink flesh inside. His cock dripped profusely onto the bed as her went down on Denise's crack. I looked at the team. Pierre stroked his groin occasionally, Robert was sweating and obviously had a hard on, Therese looked cool but occasionally looked longingly at Robert; Laurant had his penis out and was rubbing it firmly. My hard ached for relief that would come at the hands, or rather the mouth, of Denise.

Marcel moved from Denise's muff and drew his cock level with her cunt. A few moments fumbling, a little cry from Denise and his erect shaft was shuttling gently inside her baby vagina. For some minutes they demonstrated numerous positions, each captured by the cameras, each with a mature prick buried deep into a pre-teen cunt. Then he rolled onto her and began to drive firmly. As Therese focused her camera between Denise's legs so that the penis could be seen spreading the lips Robert moved to a position from where he could record all the action from above. Marcel lifted himself on his arms so that the only contact with Denise was his thick meat. Faster he thrust then, suddenly, he jerked violently; Denise twitched. A slight relative movement and his prick left the confines of her soft hole where a deposit of cream had already been left. The fraenulum rested on the upper part of the crack where creamy come erupted from it to wet the smooth, white belly and matt the soft hairs. Just by gently rubbing the head against her he produced volumes of his semen over her sex. After what seemed an age of ejaculation he slid to one side and closed his eyes. Denise's legs straightened, Marcel rolled to rest his wet, but now soft, penis on her upper thigh.

"Your turn." Pierre turned to me.

I slipped round the back of the set, adjusted my anatomy and opened the door. I hoped I would not let them down. I walked in on the couple and immediately over to the bed. Denise's belly and pubic area were covered in come, much more than was apparent on the monitor. I took hold of Marcel and rolled him away smearing more slime as he went; then I grabbed Denise by the arm and pulled her off the bed. Denise regained her balance and simpered up to me, snuggling against me and feeling for my rod. I pushed her gently, as if to resist but she returned to hold it. I started to unzip myself; she took over, opened my trousers and revealed my massive lance. Taking it in her fingers she bent and placed a kiss on the slimy tip. I turned, let my trousers and pants slip and sat on the bed, my penis thrusting up from my belly. She knelt between my legs and, taking the throbbing meat with her fingers, began to kiss it and lick it from top to bottom. As she pressed her shiny lips to the head again I began to tingle. I recognised the feeling.

"Suck me," I said urgently, gripping her head and pulling it to the throbbing knob, "suck me, I can feel something coming."

The head disappeared, as if by magic, into her open mouth and she began to swirl and suction my gland. I sensed the camera zooming in to get a close up of the action. I guided the bobbing head up and down over my throbbing penis but it needed no such assistance. I slid my hand down and stroked Denise's hard breasts, squeezing the pert nipples playfully as my feelings rushed to a finish. I felt myself wetting her tongue as I reached that delicious point when something has to come. I glanced up at Therese on the camera and nodded to her as I bit my lower lip in passion. She understood and focused in onto the fat cock sliding into Denise's mouth. I grunted gently and thrust my stalk into her throat. She played momentarily with my balls before putting her hand around the tower at its base, her thumb lightly on the fat tube up the front where the sperm would soon surge. Her tongue swirled around the bulbous head as I began to come. The dam gave and spouts of cream fountained from the little hole in the tip filling her sweet mouth with its viscous whiteness. Normally I shoot with sharp pulses of muscle spasm, each sending a spray of seed into the outside but this time the pulses were gentler and more rapid sending a pulsating flood of my sperm onto her tongue. I looked down at the child on my prick. She had lifted off slightly, her hand was grasping the climaxing organ and her lips were closed tightly over the head. I watched as a dribble of whitish fluid trickled from the side and oozed lazily down to her chin. She then took out the still flowing penis and, pursing her lips, placed them onto the tip. She then began to dribble the mouthful of semen she had collected over the shiny top. It was increased by still more gushing from the hole that splashed up her cheek. I finished and she pulled her head away, her face covered in streamers of come.
"Tres bon" she said sexily, "tres, tres bon."