Dans le Murs Part 11

For a minute or two she fellated him before allowing it to slip out, wet with spit and lubricant. The youth hooked his hands under her arms, lifted her so that the shiny head was close to her slim vulva. Two other girls moved to the couple to help support her while a third took the firm pole and guided it into the slim slit. Slowly and with expert ease she was lowered onto the rampant pole as it parted the lips and drove into her vagina. I had never seen a woman so stretched before as she took in as much of him as she could. We could all see the thick veined monster filling her vagina and opening her lips wider and wider. Then, with the boy standing rigid, the other girls began to move the naked teenager up and down the magnificent penis. We could all hear the squishy sounds in the hush that fell in the room punctuated occasionally by a muted grunt from the boy and a little moan from the teenage girl. I admired nature as I wondered how she took so much of him inside her petite body without appearing stressed. Then, with a soft splat he slid from her open vulva as they lifted her off at an unseen signal. As they set her to the floor she wriggled against him, pressing his mammoth erection between the petite breasts. He was so large that the engorged balls brushed her belly while the purple tip curved near her full lips. The boy moved his hips thus sliding the veined shaft between her pert mounds. The fat tip brushed her lips, spreading silvery slivers of his lubricant over her dusky skin. He shuddered and gave a muted cry as a torrent of white frothed from the tip of the tumescent head and began to splash over the young woman’s face and lips. 

Like an eruption of erotic lava the semen gushed forth, occasionally spurting a few centimetres over her forehead to be followed by thicker surges that dripped down the shivering knob onto her bust. Her face was shimmering with random patterns of sperm when he drew away a little and dipped the apex of his evacuating organ so that it pressed against her already slippery lips. Her mouth opened wide and enclosed the smooth lump, her small hand stroking the firm shaft. Now she gave a ‘mew’ as the youth’s head jerked back and his eyes squeezed shut. I smiled at the man to my left as we both realised that she was getting the sort of mouthful we could only dream of doing. For a full thirty seconds they coupled before she whipped her head back and the cockhead flew out with an audible ‘plop’. He began to lose his firmness but dribbles of seed still dripped lazily from the shiny opening. However all eyes were on the young girl who opened her mouth to display it brimming with smooth, white fluid. Then, with a gentle movement she closed it and deliberately swallowed hard before opening it once more to flaunt its emptiness. There was a polite applause from the audience before Amitav stood up and spoke. 

“My good friend Colin.” he began by turning to me, “You have watched my desirable children dance and have been given a demonstration of their skills, which I am sure has left you breathless for more. Now it is your turn; please enjoy them, boy or girl, in whatever manner you desire. There is but one rule, which is that nobody leaves this room without my authority except to answer nature. My organisation is based on trust and openness and so nothing shall be secret among my senior lieutenants. My trusted friends, “ he indicated the four other men, “understand this, having experienced my generosity on a number of occasions. It is right that you join us in all things. All my children have been medically checked and are quite healthy and the young ladies are fully protected against the ‘risks’ of your manliness finding its way inside.” He smiled broadly before continuing. “I am aware that you are still weak from your injury and no doubt have been partaking of your company’s hospitality but I am sure that you can find enough of interest to arouse your desires.” I nodded with a wide grin. He continued. “Please consider this as contractual and not in any way unfaithful to your partner while she recovers. I am informed that your partnership has become a little closer than intended but I do not seek to undermine it. Nahdya will not know of this.”
“I thank you Amitav.” I replied with a suggestive smile, “I accept your hospitality with humility; I am confident that I will find something of interest and rise to the event. As far as Nahdya is concerned, she is aware of my occasional contractual obligations and understands that it in no way affects my feelings for her.”

Amitav nodded and spread his arms. “Then let us relax and be joyful.” he said. He turned to a boy and began to fondle him while the other men quickly found female partners. I guessed they had their favourites. I lost interest in them for the moment while I circulated the remaining youngsters, some of whom were grouped talking while others still danced slowly. I had a dazzling choice of nubile bodies, all of whom held me in respect as I approached. After many minutes I gathered two young ladies to me and found a quiet spot. At my instigation both girls stripped and I was rewarded with two deliciously firm bodies, one with the tiniest shaven vulva I had ever seen. It was so small it looked hardly big enough to hold a teenage penis let alone my sixteen centimetres but I knew she would accommodate me with great pleasure. Both girls were freshly showered and emitted a musky scent based surely on the Bergamot plant. I allowed them to undress me, and they both gasped on seeing the livid scars where I had been used as target practice. They gently touched the discoloured flesh above the still shaved pubic area as my thick penis swelled to full size for their delight. With a combination of hand gestures and subtle pressure on their glossy hair I persuaded both in turn to take the turgid head into their baby mouths and savour my manhood. It was almost too much to bear as their tight lips closed over the meat. I forced myself to withdraw, I did not want to fill either sweet mouth quite yet, and enjoyed the sexual delights of shaved adolescent pussy. Both were so firm yet soft and willing, the lips opening eagerly to allow my probing tongue to taste the silky inner flesh and probe the moist vagina. My loins signalled unequivocally that I needed to release my semen so I guided my sweet vulva into the kneeling pose and slid my dripping shaft into the dark cleft of her buttocks. 

My other sweetie looked on, her head not far from the action ready to take me when I removed my cock and the come flowed. I gripped the aching erection and smeared the tip between the lips until I felt the point lodge into her sex passage. After adjusting my position to get a straight thrust into her I gripped her buttocks and pulled her towards me. The tip slipped in slowly. Oh boy, was she tight and I had to oscillate the head to inch my way into her. She wriggled and gurgled as I filled and stretched her baby passage. She reminded me so much of my girlfriend the first time I penetrated her, so eager but so tight. After a while I was deep inside her, the snug, warm sheath teasing my manly cock as I moved back and forth steadily. I felt her young muscles grip me spasmodically as feeling coursed through her also. For unknown minutes I fucked the coffee coloured teenager until the squishing sounds indicated a relentless move towards a climax. I moved harder and faster, drawing the evacuating crisis ever closer until the thick, runny seed pooled in my cock and began to bubble up the sixteen centimetres to ecstasy. I signalled the other young girl closer, her head just above the hot buttocks as my sperm reached the base of the head on its short journey. Slickly I abandoned the pliant channel and guided the dripping, slick rod into the waiting mouth. The soft lips closed over the inflamed head as my whiteness streamed from the hole in regular pulses. She hummed as the stream filled her mouth, gripping me while she swallowed the erotic soup. She missed not a drop but as I felt the flow waning I once more thrust the tip back into the wet vagina and lathered the soft walls with a little semen. The situation was one of pure lust, something that I would never have believed possible even a few months previously. 

After so many years of frustration, I had what many men would sacrifice an arm for, uninhibited sex with an almost unlimited range of young girls. I could have died and gone to heaven (if indeed it existed which I doubted) and I could not have had more fun. I had paid ‘work’ with Joker at l’Ecole, a high position at the sect that permitted all perversions, Simone, Nahdya and anything else which came along as a result of a combination of all these. Lady luck was not just smiling on me, she was belly laughing out loud continuously. Okay, I had nearly got killed in Bangkok but I was still around and it would have been a great way to go out. My life had purpose once more, albeit a rather questionable one, and most certainly not something that would grace a normal CV. At forty-five I was alive again and found myself almost praying that it wasn’t a long dream and I would suddenly wake up with Tessa beside me back in Winchester. I shook my head and refocused onto the two naked beauties cleaning the last drops of semen from my softening penis. No, not a dream, at least not that I could discern. I ruffled their hair as Amitav appeared beside me. “I am pleased you have felt part of our group.” he said softly, “Now it is time to retire for you return to Delhi tomorrow. Do you wish one of my children to accompany you?”
“Uh….. No thanks Amitav.” I shook my head with a wry smile, “I don’t think I could do them justice tonight. Just arrange for me to be called in good time of you would please.”
“Of course.” he said with a smile, “Oh, did Mehta give you pleasure? She has such a small sex that she was frightened she could not please a man fully.”
“She was fantastic.” I replied, “So wonderfully tight but eager to please, it reminded me of the young girls of my youth. Please inform her that she is very pleasing and a treasure to any man.”
“I will tell her.” Amitav beamed, “I am sure she will be very happy. However, perhaps she could accompany you to your room, you could tell her yourself, she speaks quite good English.”
“Oh very well.” I said resignedly, “So long as she does not expect too much from my body. I am getting older and my injury still troubles me from time to time.”
“She will respect your wishes, I will make sure of that.” Amitav chuckled, “Stay, I will send her to you and she will guide you to your room.” With that he turned and left. In the room the other men were enjoying the ministrations of some of the other girls and the smell of sex was thick in the atmosphere. Moments later Mehta touched my arm. “I am to show you room.” she said slowly, “Please do not be feared that you do not touch me, I know you hurt and weak. Come, it is time.”

She took my arm and we left the room of debauchery, along a corridor to a large room, simply but tastefully furnished with a ceiling fan swirling the humid air. The draught was cool as I had forgotten I was still naked. I showered while Mehta fussed in the room and was under the thin cover when I returned. I smiled at her as I slipped in beside her. 
“No disrespect to you Mehta,” I said as I snuggled down realising she was nude, “but I think sleeping not sex is the order tonight.”
“At your command sir.” she said softly as she curled into my weary body and we both slept deeply.
In the morning I resisted the delights of Mehta’s youthful body as she helped me shower and dress. She took me to Amitav’s office where I bid them both farewell and thanked both for the hospitality and pleasure. He shook my hand. “You will doubtless visit me again.” he said, “I am certain that Mehta will wish to entertain you.”
“Oh, is that what she calls it?” I said with a wry smile, “Much more of Mehta’s ‘entertainment’ and I will be unable to stand.”
He howled with laughter and explained the finer points of the humour to Mehta who looked away and blushed. The door opened and Rekha strode in thus informing me that my wheels were waiting. Goodbyes were said and we drove off to the hospital in silence. Nahdya was predictably under enthused with the idea of returning to Thailand as bait. However her dedication to her duty shone through and she agreed to accompany me as soon as she was fit enough. I hoped that would give us chance to pleasure each other for a while before returning to active duty. I left a tearful Nahdya after passionate embraces and was driven at speed to the airport. 

“Your business has gone well?” Rekha fished for information again. I decided to ask for a detailed investigation into her position as I felt a little uncomfortable.
“As I said yesterday Rekha,” I couched my reply very generally, “my partner is recovering slowly and will be joining me in Delhi shortly. As for any business with Amitav, that will naturally be for my employers to decide. I am merely a small wheel.” She looked at me but when she realised I was not going to say more she smiled weakly and remained silent until I left her to join my ship. This time I had a direct flight from Chennai to Delhi, something for which I was grateful as my injury was throbbing. Given this I refused the in-flight curry in favour of fruit and juice. The flight took four hours and we landed in a steaming Delhi at a little after 3pm. I was met by none other than Gupta Singh in his Ambassador. He fussed and was somewhat over protective of me as he guided me into the car for the drive to Skaros Delhi. I had the feeling he was now the proud owner of a new Bullet and felt very obliged towards me. He left me as before almost showering me with blessings as I was directed to the Grand Master’s apartment. I bowed as I entered and he dismissed his entourage so that we could discuss the plans alone.
“Before we start Grand Master.” I interrupted, sitting and taking the offered lime soda, “I am concerned about Rekha. She seemed overly concerned about detail simply for a driver. Perhaps you could reassure me of her credentials.”
He pursed his lips. “Hmmm.” he mused carefully, “She was recommended to me by my agent in Port Blair. I have absolute faith in him for he is my cousin, but of her I know only what he tells me. You are right to raise this with me if you are concerned. Please give me a moment to make enquiries.” He dialled a number and spoke excitedly for about five minutes.
“It is done.” he said, replacing the handset, “It will upset my cousin but security is paramount. I have instructed the chief of police to investigate Rekha and inform me as soon as possible. As a favour naturally; but as he is in my debt he will do his duty. Now, tell me how you feel about Amitav.”

I carefully explained the plan, how it could benefit us if successful and my singular lack of enthusiasm at the risks to Nahdya and myself. He was silent during my discourse only nodding occasionally and making slight facial movements as points were made or clarified. As I finished he sat back and remained tacit for a while before clearing his throat.
“Hrrrmmm!” he began, “There are two elements of importance to be considered, distinct yet inexorably entwined. The first is the plan proper, whether it bestows value to our organisation commensurate with the risks and cost and thus whether we should support it. I am mindful of the possibility of failure, which could draw attention to us in the media and consequently the authorities. We would be attacking Mrs T on her home ground, always a high risk undertaking. When I say ‘we’, I am aware that it would be Amitav’s resources but we would not be invisible in the event of catastrophe. If not the authorities then Mrs T’s group would surely retaliate; some hint of our joint existence is known to the other and we co-exist almost by mutual agreement. It is almost like a criminal ‘cold war’ in that neither side wishes to create waves that would inevitably result in reciprocal collateral damage. My initial judgement would be to recommend NOT going along with Amitav’s plan, instead to develop Council’s original strategy here in India instead of Thailand. We have a vast, untapped potential for anything that Thailand can offer and more. We have the emerging technology at one end of the spectrum plus the poverty and need for instant money at the other which will provide the supply of young people.” He stopped.

“And the other element, Grand Master?” I enquired.
He shuffled, obviously a little uncomfortable. I had a pretty good idea what was coming and I wasn’t relishing it one little bit.
“Sethin,” he began, patting my thigh, “you are a relative newcomer to the cult and have been given a task of great responsibility and complexity. So far things have not worked well in your favour but that is not necessarily any fault of yours. Your assistant was selected for her abilities in business, translating and familiarity with the country. It was inevitable that you became lovers; in fact I believe Habib Sidouri made specific reference to it during your briefing. However, you have allowed personal feelings to encroach into the business relationship and that has seriously compromised our ability to ringfence the project. You acted from passion when you tried to rescue Nahdya, an action that resulted in serious injury to both of you. You then further compromised the mission by insisting that she accompany you out of Thailand. Our relationship with elements of the establishment here in Delhi has been strained in the subsequent negotiations not to mention the inordinate cost of the exercise. She was, and is, expendable and you should have been more professional in your handling of critical situations. Your reluctance to permit her to return to Thailand is an indication of your emotional involvement with her. I accept that she is a beautiful and intelligent woman, a temptation to any man, but within our organisation there are many like her for such a high rank as yourself and you cannot afford to allow your emotions such freedom. Whatever the direction the project takes now Sethin, Grand Master Habib Sidouri has decreed that it must be without Nahdya. Do you understand?”