Dans le Murs

With practised synchronism the trio ensured that the fourth member had her vagina well stimulated. It seemed amazing that the baby cunt could accommodate the size of the invading meat but she seemed totally at ease with the rod violating her sex. After about two minutes we could see that the action was approaching the end. Celeste had obviously climaxed at least once and now M Latour was on the way. He began to thrust his thighs and work his cock into her minge then, suddenly, his hand went down to his groin, took hold of his penis and pulled it, none too gently, from his daughters hole. We all knew what was about to happen and we were not disappointed. He stroked the head gently over her downy hair for about two seconds before he ejaculated violently and copiously. Three abundant spurts of thick cream leapt from his penis that was about five centimetres from the top of her 'vee' and cascaded up her flat belly to splash viscously against her breasts. Then his semen bubbled out in almost continuous volumes occasionally punctuated by surges.

It dripped over her belly and cunt until she was covered in droplets of come. They took a bow to thunderous applause and, while the others left the now darkened stage, Celeste went amongst the audience to show off. As she came close to us we could see that she was covered in spunk and there was even more than we had imagined. Although she showed us all what she had it was definitely a case of 'hands off' and no one in the audience laid a finger on her. All the lights came on again and the background music started. We ordered more drinks and chatted generally about the future. Pierre indicated that he wanted to make a quality feature film with a story as well as explicit sex scenes and that he was in the market for good ideas as well as actors and actresses. Over a drink I offered to make enquiries in the UK. Suddenly the music faded and our compére addressed the microphone. "We ave ere a visitor from Angleterre," he lisped, the spotlight falling on me, "perhaps he would like to dispel the meeth that ze Eenglish are cold and reserved. Please, M'sieur, come up on to the stage."

I hesitated but the others pushed me so, finally, I stood up and walked, with some trepidation, up the three steps onto the raised dais. I acknowledged the applause and stood beside the compére. From the left came a young black girl, I should say no older than eighteen, and stood close to my side. She was wearing a yellow two-piece suit that curved gently in all the right places and her perfume was spicy. The compére introduced her as Marianne and we kissed in the French style of introduction. She then hugged me with both arms around me and ground her pubis against my responding organ. She chuckled seductively whilst secreting her right hand between us to feel the growing lump. It swelled and throbbed in her hand and she squeezed it through my trousers. Already I could feel the dewy dampness at the tip. She pulled away and left me with an embarrassing bulge in my trousers that did not go unnoticed in the audience, especially among our group who cheered loudly. With sensuous movements of her long fingers Marianne slowly released the buttons of her jacket and let it fall temptingly open. Her firm, brown breasts were cupped in a frilly, white half-cup bra the upper limit of which exposed the tops of her almost black nipples. The nipples themselves were erect and thrusting hard at the filmy material. The smooth, dark flesh of her breasts shone and bounced gently as she moved sinuously around me. As she wove around me she deliberately brushed her fingers against my straining penis trapped inside my pants. Taking my hand she guided it to the catch at the top of the billowing, yellow trousers and indicated, quite clearly, that she wanted me to loosen them. I fumbled at the buckle, all the time trying not to move too much lest the friction set of a climax but I grit my teeth and managed to hold back the excess of sperm gathering at the bottom of my tumescent prick. She wriggled her 'derriere' and the loosened trousers dropped to her ankles and she stepped out of them and kicked them away. She wore tiny, white panties that hardly covered her pussy.

They clung tightly to the contours of her vulva letting everyone see the shape of her delightful slit and tiny ringlets of fur peeped over the top as they met her flat belly. Now it appeared to be my turn. With admirable skill and expertise she stripped me to the waist and neatly put the discarded clothes onto a chair. After my shoes and socks she seductively unzipped my fly making sure that I was still stiff, a pointless test at this time. Then, with a flourish, she pulled at my trousers and they fell down leaving my pants bulging obscenely, thrust out by my sausage size erection and showing a darker area at the top, evidence of my state of arousal. Marianne indicated the size of me by running her finger all over the full magnificence of the hardened organ. I could feel the wetness growing. Then, gently and so that everyone in the room had a good view, she delicately eased the restricting material over the swollen helmet and revealed my manhood to the world. There was a feminine gasp from the audience and I could see a few nods of approval. I knew I had enough to keep a girl happy but I didn't realise until then that it was a real winner. Crouching down Marianne blew gently on the distended meat and grinned wickedly as a bead of colourless moisture appeared mysteriously in the little groove at the apex of the crown, stayed for a moment then trickled down and formed a shivering streamer hanging suggestively from my weapon. Marianne saw the evidence of my arousal and scooped it up with her finger and fed it into her mouth. She obviously liked the taste because she sucked avidly at the shiny digit. Obviously she then realised that I was highly charged and ready to ejaculate so she decided to relieve my frustration. She unhooked her bra and let her beautiful breasts free. She was fairly small and very firm with no noticeable droop. Her nipples were both fully erect and she caressed them sensuously, pressing the two boobs together. I could feel the semen bubbling at the base of my prick and I knew that it would need but a short caress to make it spurt out.

Marianne crouched down in front of me and pressed her sweet tits around my throbbing penis and stroked it gently in the cleavage. Within seconds I felt the familiar tingling as I went past the point of no return and I pressed the cockhead hard against the soft flesh as I jerked the first globules of come out of the aching tip. My hot seed sprayed over her chest and up her neck and just kept pouring out like a teenager. She pulled away and, holding the trembling shaft in her hand, stroked the evacuating tip over her pert breasts. My semen gushed out over her ebony skin, the thick, white drops contrasting sharply as they splashed and dribbled over the ripe curves. Her deliciously tight breasts were covered in streamers and blobs of my come when she bobbed her head and took the last remaining drops into her mouth. I managed a couple more respectable jets before the flow stopped and I began to soften. The audience applauded warmly as Marianne bowed gracefully, the spotlights glinting on the seminal fluid over her breasts. After gently wiping my drooping penis the lights extinguished and I adjusted my dress and returned to our table. I was warmly congratulated on my performance and, a few minutes later, suit presented me with a video, "With the compliments of Le Petite Verre." I realised that my performance with Marianne had been secretly filmed and was deeply concerned.
"Do not worry," Pierre assured me, "they do not make more than one copy. Any trouble like that and they would be finished. No, you are not to worry my friend."

I felt suitably reassured. The cabaret was over for a while but the audience participation was definitely just beginning. As I looked around many of the couples were at various stages of sexual activity ranging from gentle groping to full penetration, and nobody seemed to care if they were being watched. I watched intently as a couple nearby, I do not see well in dim light, began to get very serious. I should say she was his secretary for she was around twenty, petite and very eager. He was late forties or early fifties, hair greying at the temples and getting a little middle aged spread. Not fat, mind you, but spreading. She had his penis in her hand and was working it furiously to get it stiff, which it flatly refused to do despite the fact that her body could have made a dead saint come to attention. After a few futile minutes she kissed the limp member and took the length of it fully into her mouth and began to draw gently on it. Her lips brushed his pubic hair as her cheeks indicated the suction she was giving. Her partner lay back and simply let her work at his penis that still remained obstinately flaccid. Her head bobbed as she warmed to the task and her white, low cut dress allowed me to see the bouncing breasts that were obviously unconstrained by a brassiere. Still sucking him off she opened his fly more and took out his balls. To my surprise they were large and heavy and she caressed them lovingly. I had almost lost interest when she gave a sudden start and let the drooping prick from between her lips.

As she released it I saw the glint of something spurt from it. Despite his lack of erection he was climaxing and, boy, was he climaxing. Suddenly the front of her dress, shoulders and cleavage was glinting with drops and strings of semen and still more was gushing out. I've never seen so much come from a soft cock. With the tip resting on her lips she cupped the evacuating balls in her hand and encouraged the sperm to flood out. And out it came in virile spurts that covered her chin and dripped in slippery lumps down to her breasts. Then she took the still wetting knob and shoved it down her dress into her already wet cleavage, pushed her tits around it and gently milked it. As I watched a dark stain began to grow under her tits and spread slowly but steadily downwards. After what seemed an age he pulled away from her slopping droplets of slimy come over her as he did so. She kissed him and scampered off towards the ladies room, obviously she had come prepared for the evening’s action. Looking around there were couples and threesomes in action and there was even one poor guy masturbating alone as he watched the others. One girl near us was attempting to take two men into her snatch simultaneously but either she was too small or they were too well endowed for she could only accommodate the tips of both and the sensation was too much for both of them because with a combined shudder they shot wads of spunk into her gaping slit until it was awash with bubbling juices.

Just then the lone guy came his load and he waved the pumping penis around scattering drops of his cream over tables and bodies equally. Pierre signalled to me that it was time to leave the orgy, which we did with some reluctance, and made our way out of Lille towards Beaumetz. At the cottage we discussed the project over a coffee. I suggested that we try a year in the life of a fictional British pair of children; I suggested this so as to base it on my youth. Marcel and the others agreed and asked me to sketch out some scenes, without dialogue, for our next meeting. I agreed to meet them again in two weeks. As they left all seemed quiet and I made my way to bed absolutely exhausted. Needless to say I did not need a 'hand' to get to sleep that night.

To be continued in Part 2 – Chapter and Verse