Dans le Murs (Part 3)

(Part 2 from 3)

She let me get my handful while she was getting hers. Leaving her hand to grope my groin I unbuttoned the blouse and revealed the flimsy white bra underneath which contrasted with her ebony skin. She was very small but her nipples were erect and were thrusting proudly against the thin material. The cups were clasped in her growing cleavage and I flipped the catch open and stripped the garment away from her sweet tits. Her nipples were blacker than her skin but of a different texture which allowed them to stand out and they were extremely hard and bud like. Leaving her on the grass I knelt and opened my fly letting her see the curving tool briefly. Before she could change her attitude, however, I sat astride her, my balls rubbing against her breasts, the underside of the curving monster towering over them and ending near her chin. I pressed the penis down so that it rubbed each teat spreading a transparent film of lubricant over her jet-black skin. It was probably the first time that she had been physically close to such intimate sexual activity. Her eyes were wide with premonition as she discovered this new experience. She could see the massive, purple and distended head stroking over her tender parts, its intimate secretions wetting her virgin skin, the sweating tip with its seeping aperture only inches away from her face. She could smell the pungent sexual odour of a mature penis. After anointing her baby breasts I eased up slightly so that the head dipped towards her chin. Her fingers tentatively explored the sculptured pole causing an increase in the flow of lubricant. I watched as a thin streamer descended slowly from the tip and puddled erotically on her chin and lower lip. Her pink tongue probed the pool sampling the sharp flavour for the first time. It obviously did not offend or disgust her as she endeavoured to catch the next skein as it fell. She drew in the slippery juice and noisily slurped it around her mouth. I gripped the hairy base of my prick and pressed it down so that the underside of the knob rubbed over her lips making them glisten and depositing more directly into her mouth. I stroked it to and fro easing it between her lips until I felt it sweep over her pearly white teeth.

Kneeling rather than sitting on her I changed the angle so that I could slide the tip into her young mouth. She resisted for a moment then realised that she was committed and let the throbbing flesh invade her mouth. For a few seconds I left it there while she became accustomed to sucking a man. I then pulled out and sat back on her. I took her head in my hand, pulled it up towards my belly and, with my free hand, guided the aching weapon once more between her sweet lips. This time I pulled her towards my wiry pubic hair so that she took about four inches inside. It brushed the inside of her cheek as I shafted her tender mouth. Her eyes looked up at me as she struggled to hold the monster in her mouth then, as the realisation struck her that she was going to have to take, they widened to become dark, limpid pools. I held her head fast and slid in and out trying not to ram too much down her throat. She began to suck at the knob and I began to rush towards my climax. I was about to lose control and I knew it, the exquisite sensations were building rapidly and I realised that I was producing an abundance of lubricant. The tight, tingling feeling rushed up the palpating shaft and I went over the top as they hit the cockhead. Positioning my hands on either side of her head so that she could not pull off me I began to fire off my hot load into her waiting mouth. I felt it gush out of me and she gurgled as the spicy juice splattered across her tongue and trickled, silkily down her throat. Her natural reaction was to remove the spurting organ but my hands held he head firmly and I stayed resolutely in her mouth until I had almost filled it. As the climax tailed off towards the relaxing end I allowed the fluttering helmet to slip from her lips only to eject a terminal jet of cream over her cheeks and nose. I then let her go and watched as she spat and swallowed to clear her mouth of the clinging come. She wiped her face with the back of her hand as I bent down to lightly kiss the spunky lips. Immediately she smiled as she realised that I had not simply used her to get my cock off but that I had genuinely wanted to please her also. After dressing myself we sat in the now hot sunshine. She turned so that her bare breasts gathered the warming rays and I stripped off my shirt. Her English was very poor but my French had improved and we were able to communicate if not converse. She was an orphan, the daughter of a Lille prostitute who had been murdered by her pimp. She had no idea who her father might be or even his nationality. She told me some of her mother’s blood must still be in her veins as she had sexual fantasies at an early age and wanted to do anything with me. I felt that she wanted some form of individual love and that she was willing to sacrifice her principles and virginity to get it. I almost felt guilty about taking advantage of her. She told me that her periods were very irregular and that she didn't think she could get pregnant. I thought this was handy because I felt like dropping a bareback load into a girl. Mouths and hands are alright but sometimes a good, straight fuck with a shoot into the girl is best. I was beginning to get aroused again but the humming of the bees and the warm sunshine was very soporific and, I think, we both dozed for a while. I started awake as a shadow crossed my face. Drowsily opening my eyes I saw it was Anne-Marie looking at the sleeping, bare breasted Anna-Lise.

"Have you had her?" she asked sternly.
I shook my head. "No," I replied with a yawn, "we talked and then we closed our eyes and rested."
I must have looked a little guilty because her eyes bored inquisitively into me.
"Well, she did give me a little blow-job." the words stumbled out.
"Did she," Anne-Marie gave the curled up form an admiring glance, "I didn't realise she knew how to do that."
"I don't think she did," I said, "but she is a very quick and willing pupil."
"Did you -----," she struggled to find the right words, "did you come in her mouth?"
"Yes, and she swallowed a lot of it." I said without embarrassment. During this conversation I realised that Anna-Lise had awoken. Seeing Anne-Marie she burst forth with a torrent of French that I could not follow. Anne-Marie responded and then, turning to me said, "She wishes me to assist you in taking her virginity."

What more could I ask for? "My pleasure," I said to Anne-Marie, "and I will try to make it Anna-Lise's also."
I watched as Anne-Marie helped Anna-Lise to undress. As she was already bare breasted it took hardly any time to slip off her shorts, socks and panties to reveal all her charms to me. Anna-Lise was a paradox. Her underdeveloped breasts implied a very new teenager yet her pubic area belonged to a much older woman. Although her 'vee' of hair was not thick, it was well established, tightly curled and jet black and what it covered was almost unbelievable. She had a very pronounced genital mound divided down the middle by a deep gash that made it look like a split, ripe peach. Her outer lips were parted and the soft, pink inner flesh protruded from the chasm. At the top of the slit a well-developed clitoris thrust out, its tiny, ruby nub looking like a diminutive penis peeping out of her black lips. This was a kissable minge and I would not disappoint her. Sitting down beside her I looked more closely at the delightful playground. At the top the clitty swelled more and, deep inside the recesses of the silky, intimate parts I though I could see the minute opening that was her vagina. Without thinking I extended my hand and fondled the young flesh, touching the velvelty softness of the secret valley. She was already damp with desire and, as my exploring finger found the little entrance, I felt more of the feminine flow trickle out of it. She gasped with pleasure as I found the sensitive spots and her inner lips flushed deeply with anticipation.


"Is she really a virgin?" I asked Anne-Marie, "I find it very difficult to believe that with such a beautiful crack between her legs she hasn't been laid dozens of times.
"There are reasons," Anne-Marie commented, "but, I assure you, she has never had a boy inside."
Although Anna-Lise had experienced me close up recently she still gasped at the sight of my manhood when I stripped off. I was rampant again with my seven inches ready to ream out her innocent sex but, before that, she was going to get a good licking. As she lay back I lightly placed kisses on the two pert nipples then moved down to the navel and finally nuzzling the crisp pubic hair. I could smell the musky, sexual aroma of her arousal as I kissed and tongued downwards towards her slit. I sensed a thickening of the hair a moment before I found the parting that signalled the start of that erotic breach. After parting the already gaping lips with my left hand I homed in on the turgid bud, rolling it between my lips and layering my tongue over its sensitive surface. She gasped and groaned as the sensations coursed from her loins and pervaded her whole self. Her hands gripped my head and pulled it into her, grinding the swollen clitty against my probing tongue.

"Aaagh! Ooooh! Eeee-aarr!" she squeaked, her hips bouncing on the soft grass. I felt the climactic flush effuse through her flesh but maintained my intimate contact with her sex. Lower now I explored, searching out that most personal and feminine of openings, so small, so protected and yet so vulnerable. There, my impatient tongue detected the little entrance, so small and yet so accommodating. With rolled tongue I penetrated the moist portal, tasting the salty womanhood as I did so. She willingly, even eagerly, permitted the gentle invasion, the muscles relaxing to allow access. I thrust into her and she responded with mewing cries and profuse secretions. Now I lapped around the opening, replacing my tongue with a probing finger. How easily it slipped into the sheath, how tight yet yielding were its muscles. Deeper and deeper I slid the digit until I fondled the very essence of her womanhood - the mouth of her womb. She jerked against me as contact was momentarily made and I immediately withdrew and replaced one finger with two. Oh, how easily she drew in the extra limb, how superbly made was the sweet passage. In and out I propelled the probe spreading the musky secretions over her delicate skin. I lapped up and down the length of the crevice tasting her all the way, making her cry out for fulfilment. My penis was now primed for action and I adjudged her equally ready for the ultimate act. Reluctantly moving away from her magnificent cunt I drew up between her knees and proudly pointed my maleness at her peach. It was at its hardest, rigid and overweening with streamers of translucent oil dripping from the peak and the veins standing proud as they wound, tortuously up its ample length. As I leant over her and expertly guided the blunt tip towards its target Anne-Marie intervened and held open even wider the luscious lips. I could see the open vagina waiting for the first dilating thrust that would remove, once and for all, the label of virgin from its very being. The pinkness of the inner membranes, contrasting with the darkness of the outer protective lips, was flecked with bubbles of her juice discharged as a result of my oral attack. I angled myself for penetration, Anne-Marie taking my penis between her fingers and guiding it gently to rest, still seeping lubricant, at the very mouth of heaven.

I knew only too well the feeling as the tip lodged in the entrance but, even so, I stroked it gently up and down the moist crack, both to stimulate the child and to distribute the oils. I easily found the little maw once more and this time I pressed gently forward spitting the untouched tunnel on the knob of my prick. Anna-Lise groaned as the gigantic rod reamed its way into her sex spilling ever-increasing droplets of slippery juice as it went in. Her crevice spread as the shaft spread her lips. She closed around me like a tight, velvet glove and I could feel the rippling young muscles grip my rod as I rammed it in as far as I could. Inwards, ever inwards I pushed, oblivious to the soughing cries of the teenager beneath me, until I felt myself bounce against her fleshy pube. With her legs splayed wide I oscillated in and out, stimulating her engorged clitoris and vagina. She had a gorgeously long and accommodating cunt for a small, young woman. I took my weight on my hands and lifted so that our only contact was sexual. She frigged her clit and felt herself where I was embedded inside her. Then she pulled her legs up so that she offered herself to me in the most blatant manner possible. I pulled myself forward and drove the last centimetre into her wringing minge buffeting the mouth of her cervix with my glans. With a gutteral shriek she climaxed instantly and profusely, twisting and thrusting so that I could only maintain my presence within her with some difficulty. She relaxed but then I felt her crisis building again and this time I wanted to match her with a flood of my own. It was then that Anne-Marie took it into her head to help. Getting into an almost athletic position she began to squeeze and kiss my balls and that part of my sixteen centimetres not inside Anna-Lise's belly. The effect was nothing short of electrifying. My scrotum tightened, pulling the egg-sized testicles close to me ready to fire off. At the same time I felt the heat growing in and around the base of the penis. The whole shaft began to impart sensuous feelings to my brain driving me to even more vigorous movements. I forced myself to slow thus delaying the inevitable climax and building the quantity of sperm I would deposit inside her. I wanted it to be something she would remember, not simply her first full intercourse but one that filled her with pools of thick, hot semen forcibly pumped into her quivering cunt. My movements accelerated once more, this time I knew that stopping was not on the menu. Feeling, feeling, so close to pain and yet so deliciously intense. My overloaded balls ached for release. Stronger, stronger, up it came, up the meat, teasing every nerve as it rose. Faster, faster it moved, swelling the passage as it went. She sensed it, she felt the hardness of the knob bite into the walls of her vagina. No going back now, Anna-Lise, in a few seconds you are going to become a woman. Up, up, changing, tingling, tensing, out of control. It reached the base of the bulbous head, out of control. I bucked and twisted with obscene pleasure.

Changing, it burst in the tip and spread heavenly torment through my loins. Pure nature now, I have no control, it's got to finish. SPLATT! A massive spasm ripped from the bottom of the swollen shaft to the tip, only it didn't stop at the tip. It burst from me like a shower of sparks and was dissipated in a moment. If only she could experience the absolute physical experience, if only she could receive a fraction of the explosive feelings present at the apex of my prick. But she could not, but she did experience the result. I exploded wetly deep inside her, spitting and squirting fountains of churning lava into the waiting cavern. As the tearing spasms drove all other sensations from me I found new reserves of cream and fired them, bolt after bolt, up her belly. It was impossible not to grunt and gasp as I spat my fertile load into her baby cunt. On her part she screamed as the injections of lust flooded her tender belly and pooled at the entrance to her womb. With a final, quivering gush I stopped and fell, somewhat wearily, onto the sweating girl. I felt my penis shrivel and slip, inexorably, out of her overflowing vagina. I stayed until, with a squelch, I left her and flopped close to her crack. Anne-Marie had, by this time, ceased her ministrations on my balls after feeling what she had made me do. I rolled off the teenager revealing my spent organ to Anne-Marie. She seemed more interested in Anna-Lise and, bending down to her groin, buried her face in the black muff. Anna-Lise squeaked and held the other girl to her. Anne-Marie momentarily lifted her face. It was shining and it didn't need much of an expert to identify that it was semen. She took a few breaths and dived down into the chocolate thighs slurping noisily at the syrupy fluid spread copiously over the tender flesh of her slit. Anne-Marie wiggled her rump as she performed on the little teenager, a signal that I did not intend to ignore. I lifted the light skirt and was rewarded with a superb bush and glistening slit. Anne-Marie had obviously had sex in mind when she left off her panties.

 I stroked and probed the blatant sex awaiting the arousal of my penis. I hoped that two big drain-offs would not prevent me from having Anne-Marie. My hopes were not in vain as I sensed a stirring and found the red organ filling out and rising to attention. I gripped it to get it up and a smear of cream trickled out. I realised that this was residue from my previous come and was naturally teeming with sperms. I didn't think that Anne-Marie would be over anxious for me to slip into her whilst still dribbling live semen. Using my thumb and forefinger I squeezed the swollen tube up the front and removed as much of the juice that I could before preparing to stuff it bareback into her cunt. I did not intend to discharge inside her, I would probably spurt off up her back. I inserted two fingers into the dribbling vagina to test for readiness. I needn't have worried, she was wet and willing. So, kneeling behind her, I pointed the tip of my gland at the glistening gap and slid it between the lips. She thrust towards me as it nuzzled the love passage. Feeling that I was lodged in the mouth of her hole I pushed hard. She opened to let the invading shaft bore into her until my hairs were tight against her buttocks.. Then, gripping her fleshy thighs, I relentlessly shafted her silky cunt as she licked out Anna-Lise. There was little chance of this erotic act lasting too long despite the earlier fun. I felt the delightful tingle as deep reserves of sperm were dredged into action. The delicious feeling ballooned rapidly and I reluctantly prepared to vacate her sheath before ejaculating. I took great care not to leave it too long and, as I felt myself slip past the point of no return I gripped the base of my cock and pulled sharply out. As the tip cleared her I repositioned my hand to give myself a final rub-off and began to wank hard. It was unnecessary, however, as the voluminous seed began to flood out readily and spurted, in abundant streamers up her back and over her buttocks. I squeezed my prick in the cleft to persuade the last drops of the rather watery discharge to dribble over her young skin. She felt me go; rather she felt the warm splashing on her back, and gasped in delight. As I finished and pulled my shrivelling knob from her Anna-Lise gave out a primordial groan and arched her back, driving her hot snatch against Anne-Marie's lapping tongue. She then fell back, panting while Anne-Marie straightened up, her lips and chin glistening. It was then I realised that much of that was my spunk that was why she looked like a cat that had found the cream. We all dressed and sauntered back to the film set. Here they were still setting up the set, making the camp that I had described before starting the scene.

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