Innocence Lost
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I
In Which the Pleasures and Virtues of Innocence, Chastity
and Purity are Revealed.
Innocence was the most attractive sixteen year old girl in
her school. She had beautiful rounded breasts, the perfect
figure, long sandy blond hair half-way down her back and
the most attractive face anyone could wish for. When she
smiled, boys melted into helpless submission and she was
the envy of all the other girls.
However, Innocence had a secret. Although the perfect girl
in almost every way, between her legs she was unlike any
girl that you would normally meet, because here, where
most girls have a vagina she had a perfectly formed penis
and testicles. And a penis that could, with a little help, be
as good a size as those of most of the boys at school.
When she was very young, she was a boy and was treated
like other boys. But as she got older she could never again
use the boys' toilets without comment and had to wear
clothes so different from those she wore before. She had
good taste and wore the most feminine and flattering
clothes there were, and never had the need of make-up to
stir the penises of the boys in her class, as she had great
delight in noticing. But she wasn't now a boy.
At home she would often take her clothes off and stand in
front of a mirror to admire herself. She was very much in
love with her body. Not self-love but erotic love. She so
wished to be able to fuck herself, but when her body
aroused her, her prick stuck uselessly out in front of her.
Try as she could, she couldn't bend it round to stick into
her anus and she couldn't bend over to suck it. She would
stand in front of the mirror frantically stroking and
pummelling her penis until semen spurted out onto the
mirror. She would then have to take out a handkerchief and
wipe it off so that no stain would be left.
Her parents were unsure of what to make of her, but as she
was in so many obvious ways a girl they agreed it was best
for her to dress as one. She had to keep her secret to herself
as much as possible. She would never use the shower at
school and was excused any activity that would risk the
world knowing her strange secret. But she would still go to
the toilet standing up.
She loved both boys and girls, but especially girls. This
was hard as the boys were the ones most attracted to her.
At every opportunity they would kiss her and feel her
voluptuous breasts. But she had to resist showing what she
had hidden, whatever her desires, which were very great.
No boy could get a hand below her waist.
All the girls were envious of her, but she was known as a
cock-teaser. Some girls, correctly, surmised that she liked
girls more, but even those girls who wanted to could never
get their hands below her waist.
Her most treasured encounter was in the girls' toilets at
school where one not very attractive girl kissed her
passionately full on the mouth and massaged her breasts.
Innocence responded by feeling this girl's breasts and even
got a finger up her anus. But when the girl tried to force her
hand down the front of Innocence's skirt she had to push
her off. And she ran away with tears running down her
face.
Her mother knew that Innocence masturbated once or twice
every day, but she dutifully changed the sheets with their
yellow stains and ignored the mess she made of the carpet.
Girls will be boys, she said philosophically. Her older
sister, Chastity, found it all very strange, but she was very
good and told nobody of her sister's strange secret.
"Is there anywhere I won't be treated like a freak?"
wondered an anguished Innocence as she pushed her
middle finger as high up her anus as she could and
massaged her prick until it was as large as it could be. "If
only I lived somewhere where I could make love with
someone and it would be thought normal." The very
thought caused a rush of sperm to come and run down her
legs and spatter over the bedclothes.
She would sit in the bath holding her penis in her hands
and stroking it as she thought of a world where she could
be normal. If her father or mother came in she would try to
cover it up. Her sister came in once as Innocence was
having a particularly vivid fantasy. Innocence didn't notice
as her sister pulled down her skirt and sat on the toilet.
Only as a rush of urine and the plop of a turd hit the water
did Innocence open her eyes and look up.
"Don't worry about me, Innocence," said her sister
indulgently. She finished crapping and wiped her bum
carefully with toilet paper. She stood up and walked to the
hand-basin. "Neither Mummy nor Daddy are here. You can
tell me what you think."
Innocence shyly said nothing.
"Can I see your prick?" smiled her sister. She looked at its
still tumescent thickness. "It's beautiful. Do you want to
see my body?"
"I'm not sure..."
"Of course you're sure," she laughed. "I've seen you look at
me." She pulled her blouse off and dropped her skirt to the
ground. She then removed her blouse and knickers
revealing a body as beautiful as Innocence's. "What do you
think?"
Innocence's excited penis told the whole story. Innocence's
sister put her hand on it and stroked it slowly. This was the
first time anyone other than Innocence had ever touched it
and it got bigger and bigger. The thing swelled larger than
it had ever done before.
"Oh it's so perfect!" her sister exclaimed.
She got into the bath with Innocence and bent over
Innocence in a most awkward way so that she could get her
mouth over it. This was the most ecstatic moment in
Innocence's life so far, as her sister sucked and licked and
swallowed her penis. It didn't take too long until she felt
the shudder as it voided sperm and then more and then
more. Some of it got loose and splattered into the bath, but
most of it stayed in her sister's mouth.
"This is the best come I've ever tasted," complimented her
sister as a little dribble came out of her mouth and smeared
over her lips.
"It's the first time..." admitted Innocence.
"But not the last," her sister promised.
It wasn't - but never again so perfect. Innocence found the
guilt of incest so often weighed against the delight of sex
that it inhibited her. She could never face penetrating her
sister's cunt, although her sister made clear she could. Just
the thought made her go limp. Although her sister had
done her best, Innocence now felt more miserable than
before. "Is the only lover I'll ever have going to be my own
sister?" she wondered.
She also felt jealous of her sister's sex life which she
described in great detail. All the boys who'd fucked her,
sometimes more than one at a time. The ways it'd be done,
the shuddering and aching of it.
One of the girls at Innocence's school was also very
different from all the other girls, but in a way that couldn't
be disguised. This was because she was black in a town
where all the other girls were white. Purity was born in the
same town as the school but even at sixteen she wasn't
fully accepted by all the other girls. This very difference
made Purity a natural ally for Innocence, though she never
let on as to why.
It was a warm Spring day - as warm as any Summer day -
and the two girls were playing truant. This wasn't
particularly difficult at their school, but as good pupils this
wasn't something they did very often. To keep out of sight
from any teachers or parents, the girls went for a walk in to
the woods nearby.
"What a lovely day!" exclaimed Purity as they came out of
a wooded grove to a quiet bank-side with a view of the
town below. "Shall we sit here?"
Innocence nodded. From here they could see all the town.
The streets spread out in all directions, trees lining the
pavements and sprinklers dancing in the gardens. Birds
were singing and the low roar of a combined harvester
could be heard in the distance. The two girls lowered
themselves down onto the grass, which was lovely and dry
as it hadn't been raining for days. Purity took off her school
blazer and lay it beside her. Yes, it was warm enough,
decided Innocence taking off her own blazer.
"I love warm weather," Purity announced with a grin which
lit up her face. She wore her hair in braids and beads which
nevertheless hadn't grown nearly enough to cover her face.
Her lips were full and her teeth were beautifully white and
healthy. Innocence also had strong white healthy teeth, but
hers was a shy, almost timid, face and she rarely smiled
with Purity's natural fullness.
"Is it because of where you come from?" wondered
Innocence, for whom, like all girls at school, Purity seemed
almost an alien.
"You mean where my parents come from?" corrected
Purity. "I shouldn't think it'd make any difference. But I do
like the sun." With a cheeky little smile she undid her
blouse button by button. She pulled it off to reveal her bra.
"I especially like the feel of it on my skin." She stood up
and pulled off her skirt and then sat down in only her
underwear. She leaned back and then as an afterthought
kicked off her shoes and socks. She smiled at Innocence
and then lay on her back with her eyes closed, letting the
sun soak in.
Innocence envied Purity for her boldness. She sat on one
elbow and examined her companion's body. She was a
little younger than herself and a couple of years younger
than her sister, Chastity, the only other girl she'd ever
looked at in such detail. Like herself, she was quite slim
although her bottom and breasts were just a little bit more
rounded. She particularly adored the powerful and
sensuous line of Purity's chin and neck.
"Why not take some of your clothes off?" suggested Purity.
"Oh I couldn't!" gasped Innocence, a bit taken aback. Her
secret!
"Don't be silly! It's too warm to wear all that. There's
nothing indecent about me, is there?"
"No," admitted Innocence, though she was sure some of
the teachers might disagree.
"So come on then," laughed Purity sitting up and undoing
Innocence's blouse, which was soon off, lying on the grass.
Innocence's beautiful breasts were just about contained by
her bra, which was as always just that little bit too tight.
"...And the skirt..." laughed Purity, eyes were now
sparkling with excitement.
"No! Not the skirt!" Innocence argued, knowing that her
secret would be seen under her knickers.
"Yes! The skirt!" giggled Purity who had already discreetly
undone the waist (Innocence hadn't noticed at all) and
pulled it right down. Innocence grabbed her crotch and
tried to reclaim her skirt which Purity held. "Hand it back!"
she cried almost in tears.
"You are silly!" Purity cried, picking up Innocence's
clothes and running away with them. "See if you can catch
me." Purity ran, her black skin in clear contrast to her white
underwear.
"Give them back! Give them back!" cried Innocence who
stood up and ran after Purity, her hand over her crotch. She
lost sight of her friend, who had dashed into the wood, and
stood helplessly at the footpath looking in either direction.
She looked backwards and forwards and then saw Purity
stroll towards her, wearing no clothes at all. Although
Innocence had already seen most of Purity's body, this was
a shock that Innocence found difficult to accept. She
choked. "Where are my clothes?"
"I've hidden them," smiled Purity. Innocence looked at her
with disbelief. "I'll give them back when you take all your
clothes off."
"No! No!" This was the horror that Innocence had feared.
What would people think if they knew! "Give me back my
clothes."
"Why won't you take your clothes off? I have. It's alright.
We can sit in the sun and get a nice tan."
"I'll take off my bra," bargained Innocence.
"Go on..." taunted Purity.
Innocence undid her bra at the back but her breasts fell out
even before she'd unclasped it. Beautiful rounded breasts
with excited nipples. "And the knickers"
"Not the knickers!"
"Yes! The knickers!" laughed Purity as she jumped on
Innocence and pulled them down. They had already been a
fairly insecure prison for Innocence's penis and testicles,
which often squeezed out of the elastic at the best of times.
Now in their slightly aroused state they almost offered
resistance as Purity tugged them down to her knee.
Innocence fell backwards and in supporting herself as she
fell her hand came away from her crotch, which was
revealed bare and inviting.
Purity sat back on her knees her already pert breasts
appearing more pert and the expression on her face losing
its smile but not its excitement. "Don't tell anyone!" sobbed
Innocence who was nonetheless unable to control her
member's excitement.
"Stick it in me!" gasped Purity. "I don't care what happens.
Stick it in me!"
She pushed her crotch forward and its moist, ready and
welcoming interior fitted easily around it. Innocence then
sat back doing almost nothing as Purity thrust her crotch
backwards and forwards onto her genitals. She gasped and
sweated and grasped for support on Innocence's breasts and
shoulders.
"Your nipples!" gasped Purity bending down with her neck
and grasping one in her teeth. She slipped her hands behind
Innocence's bottom and pushed Innocence's buttocks up
and down, and then, with a little more effort, she rolled the
two of them over onto the grass.
"Push it in! Push it in!" she commanded.
Innocence soon forgot her original fears and pushed and
thrust at the groin as she had never done before. Perhaps
her fear of full sex with Chastity was mistaken, she
wondered, as her smooth erect penis pushed backwards and
forwards. She looked down at it as it went in and out - the
contrast between its whiteness (the more pronounced as it
had never seen the sun before) and Purity's blackness and
the opaque blackness of her crotch made it go on and on.
When Innocence had finally come and spurted
uncontrollably in Purity's crotch and down Purity's legs,
she came back to her senses. What had she done? she
asked herself as she watched her white semen roll like tears
down the inside of Purity's black thighs. Without a word,
Innocence and Purity walked back to the grass bank where
they had sat and for an hour they lay together, with no
clothes other than Innocence's white socks and shoes,
cuddling each other and hardly saying a word.
"This will stay our secret," Innocence tried to persuade
Purity to agree. "You won't tell any one."
"Don't worry," Purity replied with a reassuring smile sitting
up and looking at her beautiful body. Her hand slipped
down to Innocence's flaccid penis and stroked underneath
it and then held its limpness up. A small globule of semen
dropped out. "I won't whisper to a soul." She gave the
penis a little squeeze and it slightly stiffened. "Besides
nobody would believe me!"
II
In Which Blanche learns the Truth about Innocence and
Chastity, whilst Chastity furthers the experiences of
Innocence.
Innocence's sister, Chastity, had many friends, some of
whom came from other shires and parishes. One such was
Blanche, who came from Brook, a county, Innocence was
fascinated to discover, where naturism was pretty nearly
the rule and where most people felt comfortable not
wearing any clothes at all. Blanche was no exception,
though this didn't inhibit her from a tasteful application of
makeup or from wearing bracelets and necklaces. Unlike
Chastity or Innocence, Blanche was not a slim girl but her
plumpness did not make her unattractive. Her body had a
smooth, white roundness which in its own way was nearly
as beautiful as Innocence's own.
That summer, Blanche was staying at Innocence's home
and her parents were obliged to make allowances for
Blanche's preference for remaining unclothed all the time.
Innocence found it most peculiar, as the family sat around
the dinner table with Blanche sitting there totally naked,
her large round breasts bouncing about as she ate or talked.
Innocence often felt a stirring from between her legs as
she sat listening to Blanche's account of her life by the
river bank in Brook and watching Chastity gaze admiringly
at her friend's round beaming face. When Blanche leaned
over to pick up the salad bowl, her breasts wobbling so
close, Innocence felt it necessary to ease down her knickers
to ease the discomfort caused as her prick shot up in
speculation.
At most other times, Blanche was with Chastity in whose
room she was staying, but there were occasions when the
two girls would sit watching television with the rest of the
family. On these occasions, Innocence's eyes would wander
over to Blanche, who never returned her glances: perhaps
expecting such inquisitive gazes away from Brook.
Innocence was surprised when Chastity announced to her
parents that, while Blanche was staying, she felt
embarrassed that nobody else was also unclothed and that
she had decided that she too would wear no clothes. Her
parents reluctantly agreed, but made it clear that they had
no intention of extending this gesture of politeness any
further. From then on, Blanche's visit became even more
uncomfortable for Innocence as Chastity wandered around
as naked as Blanche.
"It does make it easier," laughed Chastity, when Innocence
asked her how she felt not wearing clothes. "Especially
when getting out of bed or having a bath."
Innocence smiled shyly not knowing where to avert her
gaze.
Innocence wasn't sure whether she was the only one at
home one evening when she pushed open Chastity's
bedroom door while looking for a hair-clip that she'd last
seen when last in bed with her. Her parents were out and
most evenings Chastity and Blanche would also be out
(though Blanche would wear clothes when in public). She
was surprised to see Chastity and Blanche in bed together,
but not, she was pleased to see, actually making love. The
thought had crossed her mind that Chastity might be more
than just a good friend of Blanche. Blanche's embarrassed
response rather reinforced Innocence's suspicion, but
Chastity gently held onto her arm, restraining her from
jumping out of bed.
"Hello, Innocence," Chastity greeted her, "Are you looking
for something?"
Her sister explained what she was after.
Blanche smiled indulgently at Innocence as she spoke,
clearly amused by her shyness. "Why don't you take your
clothes off like your sister?" wondered Blanche. "I'm sure
you'd like to."
Innocence choked as she reviewed the implications of this
suggestion. "I can't do that!" she protested.
"But it's perfectly natural," Blanche continued. "See - your
sister's got used to it. You feel so much better without
clothes you know! Much more free!"
"I can't! I can't!" Protested Innocence with fear, aware that
she was stating her position too emphatically.
"Why ever not?" Blanche smiled. "Come on! Take them
off! You're with friends you know."
"The reason why not," explained Chastity kindly, "is that
Innocence is frightened that you might be shocked by what
you see."
"Shocked? I see people with no clothes all day and every
day at home."
"Well, Innocence has a little secret, haven't you?" Chastity
continued. "But," and she looked at Innocence reassuringly,
"we're all adults here. Show Blanche your secret,
Innocence. Take your clothes off now. Or I'll have to tell
her, and she'd never believe me - not ever!"
"What could possibly be the problem?" wondered Blanche
who was nonetheless excited by Chastity's teasing. "You
haven't got some horrible operation scars or a skin disease,
have you?"
Innocence was defeated by her sister's persuasion and
slowly removed her clothes, reserving her knickers to last.
As they descended below her crotch and down her thighs,
Innocence looked up at Blanche who stared in apparent
disbelief at her penis as it popped out slightly aroused by
the danger of the situation.
"Is it real?" asked Blanche looking at it with wonder.
"Touch it and see," advised Chastity. She looked at
Innocence. "That's all right isn't it?" Innocence nodded as
Blanche put her hands halfway round her penis and
squeezed it very gently. Innocence's penis throbbingly
responded to the pressure. Blanche then cupped
Innocence's testicles and held them up as she looked
around the base of her penis.
"Why it's beautiful!" gasped Blanche appreciatively. That
praise did it! Innocence's penis instantly shuddered and
swelled as it responded. Innocence looked up at Chastity
who was sitting behind Blanche on the bed with her hands
on Blanche's shoulders. Chastity was just smiling
reassuringly when Innocence became aware that the
sensation of Blanche's stroking and squeezing of her penis
was replaced by a curious wet and warm feeling that
Innocence had only experienced before inside Purity's cunt.
Innocence looked down to see Blanche's head bobbing up
and down on her lap: her penis inside her mouth. It was
almost with alarm Innocence realised that although her
penis was now as big as it could get, and bigger than it
normally got even with Chastity, Blanche could get the
whole of it into her mouth. Where did it all go? wondered
Innocence. When she realised from the slight pressure at
the edge of her penis that it was all the way down Blanche's
throat, the thought of it caused her to spasm and she was
suddenly aware of having come inside Blanche's mouth.
Blanche pulled Innocence's still throbbing penis out of her
mouth, semen around her lips and dripping onto her chin.
Blanche licked her lips and smiled as she took gobbets of
semen onto the tip of her tongue and rolled it back into her
mouth.
"I should've pulled it out earlier," apologised Innocence
who was hopelessly embarrassed as she looked at the
semen still dripping from the end of her penis and falling
in little drops onto the bed-sheet.
"Don't worry," Blanche said after rubbing the back of her
hand over her lips. "Your semen's got the just the right
taste. And besides it's very nutritious - full of protein."
Blanche soon left Innocence's home and life returned to
normal. Chastity reluctantly returned to wearing clothes
again, although she seemed less embarrassed about being
seen with none on while in the bath or shower.
Innocence still felt dissatisfied. She returned to regular
masturbation which she had allowed to lapse while she had
the distraction of both Blanche and Chastity around. She
would stand in front of the mirror in her room, no longer
caring if Chastity were to catch her, and stroke her penis
into life.
Sometimes she indulged in target practice. How high on
the mirror could she get her semen to go? But this activity
soon lost any meaning, as did her attempts to stimulate
herself by comparing the relative length of her penis or
seeing how far she could get her middle finger up her anus.
The thoughts that stimulated her most were those of her
love affair with Purity and Blanche's sex games. Thoughts
of Chastity filled her with guilt. It was one thing to make
love to someone like Purity or even Blanche - but your
own sister! In fact, although when she was with Chastity
the thought seemed less oppressive, when masturbating she
only had to think of sex with Chastity and the whole
exercise tasted vaguely uncomfortable.
Sometimes thoughts of Chastity and her relationship
stimulated her to a bigger and better orgasm as she
concentrated on the very perversity of it. Sometimes, it had
the reverse effect and deflated her penis like a punctured
balloon. When Chastity saw Innocence masturbating -
which was usually in bed as Innocence preferred to avoid
the risk of being caught doing so in front of a mirror - she
could only speculate on the fantasies which generated her
private excitement. Innocence would never be able to
divulge her fantasies particularly where Chastity was such
a large part of them.
Innocence liked to watch Chastity when she masturbated,
which was much less often. There seemed to be almost an
innocence in an activity where everything happened inside
and only the sighs and groans and the dampness of her
crotch gave any evidence as to what was happening. When
Innocence masturbated, it was obvious to everyone what
was happening and made it much more difficult to do in
company.
Chastity was genuinely worried about Innocence.
She loved her both as a sister loves a sister and as a lover
loves her lover. It was difficult for her to see that there was
anything wrong in their relationship: particularly as it gave
her so much pleasure. As far as she was concerned,
the perverseness of incest was just an extra flavour to their
lovemaking, like the fact that Innocence had such an odd
appendage for such an attractive girl.
It took time and a lot of hard work, but gradually Chastity
patiently widened the range of sexual activities the two of
them could do together. It was a momentous day for
Chastity when she had at last persuaded Innocence to put
her penis up her vagina. To Chastity it was almost
like losing her virginity again as Innocence pummelled
away inside her cunt but all Chastity could see was a
beautiful woman on top of her. She came and she came and
she came. Only later did it worry her that the neighbours
might have heard her cries and may have reasoned that only
she and her sister were at home. But what the fuck! she
thought. There can only be so many perfect moments in
your life.
After the missionary position, Chastity persuaded
Innocence to greater adventurousness. Entering from
behind was an interesting experience, although
Innocence was initially reluctant to adopt Chastity's suggestion that she
should penetrate Chastity's arse. In a way it was also
disappointing, because besides the occasional brushing of
Chastity's breasts on her naked back it was no different to
having a man do the same thing. But Innocence had clearly
enjoyed it as Chastity was sure when she sucked off the
last droplets of semen from Innocence's prick.
Despite Chastity's boldness regarding sex, she was less
inclined to suck Innocence's prick after the first time she
had persuaded Innocence to thrust her penis up her arse. It
was then that Chastity was sure that her sister's penis was
definitely amongst the largest she had ever known.
Any deeper inside, Chastity felt, and it would be in her
stomach. However, when Innocence withdrew her prick
Chastity saw the telltale brown stains of excrement, and
she was sure she'd thoroughly cleaned her arse before
they'd started.
Still, Innocence was still a virgin, Chastity reasoned.
Virginity, for a girl, is when you've never been penetrated.
Never lost your maidenhead. Whatever else Innocence was,
Chastity could only think of her as a girl. However,
when she mentioned to Innocence the idea of her wearing a
dildo to penetrate her rather than the other way round,
Innocence was initially horrified.
"But it's for you, my sweetness," Chastity argued. "What
pleasure can I get from it? A dildo won't give me the
sensations that your prick gets when it's inside me. It's just
that you can't stay a virgin forever."
Innocence was unconvinced, and so Chastity felt it unwise
to press the topic further. But to persuade her, Chastity
made a point of insisting on anal intercourse every time
and stressed how much pleasure it gave her. "Don't you
think," she would say, "that it would complete your
education?"
Eventually, as in all other matters, Innocence accepted the
proposition, so Chastity bought a dildo from a shop. She
was tempted to get a large one, but she reasoned that it
would be best to find one designed for backsides.
The shopkeeper was very helpful. She had some
demonstration dildos, and she and Chastity went into the
demonstration room to see what they were like.
While they were in there, another customer was trying out
different underwear which revealed her nipples and crotch,
but Chastity and the shopkeeper studiously ignored her as
she put on and took off again different combinations of
underwear. Chastity reasoned that Innocence, being her
sister, would have much the same arse-size as herself, so
with the shopkeeper's assistance she tried different dildos up
her backside. The shopkeeper, a fairly efficient middle-
aged woman, slightly greased Chastity's buttocks and anus
with some sterile cream and then eased the dildo in, while
Chastity gasped with each extra inch pushing inside her.
Eventually, and after trying the same one several times, she
found the right dildo and took it away with her.
It was a strange sensation for Chastity to do the thrusting.
Previously, she'd only done it with Blanche and she'd given
most of the instructions as to what to do. It made sense, the
first time, for Innocence to be in the most comfortable
position, which was face-down on the bed with her
bottom raised in the air. Chastity strapped the dildo around
her waist and the two girls indulged in more normal
foreplay. Chastity paid particular attention to lubricating
her cunt by having Innocence's penis stroking its outside.
Then using a mixture of her own wetness and the cream
supplied by the shop she moistened the entrance to
Innocence's arse. The two sisters had recently spent a lot of
time stimulating their arses, so Innocence was quite used to
feeling Chastity's middle finger all the way up her. Then
she felt a very different sensation as Chastity pushed the
dildo into the lubricated entrance, gripping Innocence's
penis, while rubbing and massaging it.
Innocence's virginity soon went, perhaps sooner than she'd
anticipated as she came with an almighty shudder and
splattered semen all over Chastity's sheets. Afterwards, she
felt very sore behind and it was several days until she
could walk without feeling a soreness somewhere deep up
her bottom. However, the two sisters practised whenever
they could and soon it seemed quite natural to Innocence to
have a dildo thrusting away inside her and her penis
being handled to climax at the same time.
Chastity preferred to enter Innocence from the front so that
she could better appreciate Innocence's female body. From
behind, it was almost like fucking a man rather than a
woman even though Chastity's back was a woman's back.
She persuaded Innocence to hook her legs through her
arms so she could penetrate Chastity from in front and
have Innocence's penis rub against her tummy and
eventually come all over her. In fact with a bit of ingenuity,
the two girls managed to arrange their activities so that
both were being penetrated and penetrating simultaneously
but it was awkward to maintain this pose for very long,
even when lying down sideways on the bed.
Despite the success of their lovemaking Chastity could see
that Innocence was dissatisfied and even a little unhappy.
So one day, when the two girls had just made love,
Chastity tried to find out what was troubling Innocence.
"I just feel such a freak!" Innocence complained.
Chastity smiled reassuringly and stroked Innocence's limp
penis with the back of her hand. There was nothing that
could be done about that, Chastity reasoned to herself, and,
anyway she wouldn't want her sister to be any different.
"And I feel guilty about incest," Innocence confessed.
This was more alarming to Chastity, because it went to the
very heart of their relationship. She loved the danger and
perverseness of it, and she had assumed the same was true
for Innocence. In fact, until then it had never occurred to
Chastity that Innocence would ever feel differently.
"There's a friend of Blanche's," Chastity told Innocence,
"called Alice who makes love to her sister, Dinah, just as
we do. Perhaps you would feel happier if you met other
people like us. Then you wouldn't feel such a freak. I
can contact Blanche and perhaps arrange to stay with
Alice."
Innocence thought about it. If other people made love to
their sisters, perhaps it wasn't so bad if she did. Perhaps all
she needed was to get to know other people who did such
things. "Yes, I'd like to visit Alice," she said positively.
III
In Which Alice is introduced to Innocence and Chastity,
and discovers that of the two she prefers Innocence; her
friends practise the thespian arts and learn the theatrical
skills of Innocence; and, to her disappointment, she
discovers her lover prefers the charms of Chastity.
Alice wasn't so sure she liked the idea of being identified
for her incestuous relationship with her sister, so when
Dinah told her that this was the main reason why
Blanche's friend Chastity and her sister Innocence were
visiting, she wasn't at all enthusiastic. No more than
Innocence did she like to feel part of a freak show.
"If they expect the two of us to make love together in front
of them, they're going to be very disappointed," Alice
announced.
Dinah was always inviting guests to stay at the apartment
the two sisters shared, and, to be honest, Alice was never
very enthusiastic about the sex games Dinah tried getting
her to participate in. She couldn't really appreciate
Dinah's argument that because they were no longer living
with their parents, they should do exactly what they
wanted.
However, Alice didn't feel so troubled when she was
introduced to Chastity and Innocence. Chastity, Alice felt,
was a girl much like her sister, if anything just a little more
self-confident and exuded more of an air of promiscuity.
Innocence was very different. She was a girl much the
same age as Alice herself, and very pretty as well. She
was dressed in such a sweet blue dress down to her knees
with a pretty blue bow around the waist and dainty little
shoes and white socks. Her face shone with an air of trust
and hope, and her long hair swept down to her waist. Alice
wore what she always wore at home, which was nothing,
so Innocence could see Alice's newly formed fifteen-year
old body - her small breasts totally hidden by the long bush
of hair that flowed down her front.
Alice wasn't at all surprised when Chastity took her cue
from Alice and Dinah's nudity, and within minutes of
being introduced had taken off all her clothes. Innocence,
however, did nothing of the sort, and indeed seemed
somewhat discomfited by being with three naked women.
Alice had not always been a naturist - and indeed she
couldn't really say she was one now. It just seemed natural
never to bother, with Dinah not wearing clothes anymore,
and most of Dinah's friends doing the same. If nothing else,
it meant less trouble in the morning when preparing for the
day.
The four girls chatted in the living room, and Alice was
relieved that the subject of incest didn't come up. Although
she enjoyed making love to Dinah, it wasn't something she
wanted to make an issue of, and in fact was a little
embarrassed about. She actually felt a little disgusted at the
idea of Chastity, who was eighteen - just two years younger
than Dinah - making love to such a sweet girl as Innocence.
Clearly, Innocence wasn't as comfortable talking about sex
and lovers as Dinah and Chastity were. Alice chatted to
Innocence mostly about her school-life and what her
hometown was like. They also chatted about Blanche
and the district of Brook that Innocence had never visited.
As Alice explained, she felt that Brook, although
a delightful place in many ways, was not really where
she felt most at home.
It came as little surprise to Alice to see Dinah and
Chastity become increasingly affectionate with each other,
leading to them kissing each other. When Dinah
announced that she and Chastity would be going to the
guest bedroom together, Alice declined the offer of joining
them. Innocence wasn't asked, and Alice was sure she
would also have refused anyway.
When evening came, Dinah announced that she would be
sleeping with Chastity, so Innocence could share the bed
with Alice. The two girls' apartment consisted of only two
bedrooms and a living room, so Innocence had only the
choice of the sofa or the bed with Alice. Alice accepted the
offer, as she was sure that sleeping with Innocence
wasn't going to be one of those situations where she'd feel
obliged to make love. Despite this, Alice was attracted to
Innocence: there weren't very many women as pretty as
she.
When bedtime came, Alice washed herself in the tiny
bathroom and towelled herself dry before jumping into the
bed. While in the bathroom, she could hear Dinah and
Chastity making the loud noises of lovemaking. Dinah's
probably brought out the sexual accessories, thought Alice,
thinking of the cupboard full of dildos and vibrators.
When Innocence went to bed, though, she went into the
bathroom fully clothed and came out after several minutes
fresh-smelling and wearing a white cotton nightie down to
her ankles. Innocence walked into the bedroom
carrying her clothes in her arms and saw Alice lying prone
on her back, masturbating at the thought of Dinah
and Chastity's lovemaking which was now loud enough to
be heard through the walls. Innocence put the clothes down
and stood back watching Alice's fingers exercise her
crotch.
Innocence felt simultaneously embarrassed and aroused.
She was too embarrassed just to enter the bed while Alice
was so engaged, but as she stood by the door she began to
get embarrassed for a different reason as her prick got
aroused and was beginning to stand out very obviously
against her nightgown.
Alice saw Innocence standing quietly by the door, but
thought nothing of it - except it was strange that she should
be wearing a nightgown. As she examined the nightgown
from her position with her head against the pillow, she
noticed that there was a very strange protuberance around
the waist. It pushed out the nightgown at least seven inches
from Innocence's waist and Alice couldn't think what it
might be. Overcome with curiosity and with the fingers of
her left hand still rubbing away at her crotch, she leaned
over and put the fingers of her right hand on this
protuberance.
It was a sausage-shaped, stiff, but warm protuberance
which Alice felt through the nightgown and which Alice
recognised very well. But that was impossible! Her other
hand disengaged itself from her crotch and both hands felt
it under the nightgown.
"I thought you were a girl!" she exclaimed in surprise.
"I am!" said Innocence sadly.
Alice pulled up Innocence's nightie to the waist so that her
penis stuck out raw and pink and hard. Alice ran her
fingers down the length of it from the hair at the crotch to
the pink glans.
"This says you're not."
Innocence gently pulled the rest of her nightgown up and
over her head. She shook her hair loose as she freed it from
her shoulders. "I am!" she insisted.
Alice could see what Innocence meant. Except for the lack
of vagina, and the presence of this penis, nobody could
doubt that Innocence was a woman. She had flesh in
exactly the right places, and her breasts were as round and
well-formed as any that Alice had seen. Without her
clothes, Innocence was even more attractive, and Alice felt
her heart melt like hot wax as she contemplated her.
"You're so beautiful!" she cried throwing herself onto
Innocence and guiding her backwards on to the bed. Alice
sat aspread Innocence's thighs and studied her body. She
stroked the legs and smooth taut stomach with her hands.
"So beautiful!" She looked at Innocence's erect prick, and
there was no doubt that there was some reciprocity of
feeling. Alice brought her mouth down over the end of it
and exercised it with her lips and tongue. It shone and
glistened with the bedroom light reflected in its smooth
wetness.
It wasn't too long until Alice had guided Innocence's
penis inside her cunt, and Alice's own cries of pleasure
joined those of Chastity and Dinah. Innocence was a girl
who despite her apparent demureness was easily sexually
aroused and thanks to Purity and Chastity much practised
in the art of making love. Alice hadn't had such a
passionate night of love for a very long time, and her
reservations about the oddball couple were soon forgotten.
Several hours later, while Innocence lay asleep in her arms,
Alice studied the blissfully sleeping form. With such an
unusual encumbrance Innocence was a girl destined for
unhappiness, but one who would also give so much
pleasure to other people. Alice listened to the faint roar of
steam trains in the distance as they left for their
destinations. Perhaps somewhere, Alice reasoned, there
may be a place where Innocence wouldn't be such a freak.
Alice had many friends, one of whom was Mouse
whose unannounced visits she had got rather accustomed
to. Now that Mouse was an actress, her life seemed to have
no routine except when she was in a
performance somewhere. As Mouse was soon to be playing
Cordelia in a performance of King Lear, Alice had been
expecting Mouse to descend on her at any time.
She perhaps didn't expect Mouse to arrive while she and
Innocence were making love in Alice's bedroom, but
Mouse was not at all embarrassed. She was rather more
fascinated by Innocence's penis. She stood back, in only a
psychedelic tee-shirt and nothing else besides a collection
of bangles and bracelets, and watched as Innocence's penis
thrust in and out of Alice's cunt and as Alice grunted
rhythmically in pleasure. It startled Alice when, after
Innocence had spurted out her semen into Alice's mouth
(so much better than having it drip down the thighs),
Mouse introduced herself.
While Mouse and the girls chatted, she held onto
Innocence's prick and stroked it with her fingers. "It's so
perfect!" She commented. "A girl with a penis - paradise
indeed!"
Innocence's ever-ready member swelled and throbbed
from the attention, but Alice wasn't too keen on seeing her
new lover make love to Mouse, so she tactfully eased
Innocence away from Mouse. She noticed that Mouse was
still shaving her vulva although her hair was now long and
flowing - nearly to her waist. This was necessary, Mouse
told her, for a role in a Shakespearean play.
Mouse pointedly ignored Alice's attempt to separate her
from Innocence and her hand massaged Innocence's prick
the more vigorously.
"Why do you have to do that?" asked Alice exasperatedly.
"Well," answered Mouse, "I've got to get some practice for
King Lear. It's a modernised version and I've got to make
love with at least two men in the three hours of the
performance - so I've got to stay in trim."
"When is the performance?" wondered Alice.
"It starts in just two months time, but we've not even
started the rehearsals. I've got the script though. It's mostly
the original Shakespeare, but there's a lot more sex in it and
some of the boring bits have been taken out. I've seen the
costume I've got to wear and it's really groovy. It's meant to
be authentic Celtic - and as we know these Celts didn't
wear much, especially when they were fighting. It's just a
head-dress, boots and a sort of thong that doesn't hide
anything."
It took Mouse a bit of persistence, but eventually she
persuaded both Alice and Innocence to help her with
rehearsing her part in King Lear. To be authentic, it would
involve Mouse making love to Innocence. Mouse would
play the part of Cordelia, Innocence the relevant male
characters and Alice would play all the others. It was also
necessary, Mouse said, for them all to be naked - but Alice
saw this didn't mean Mouse shedding any of her jewellery.
She pulled off her top to display her well-rounded breasts
which certainly couldn't disguise themselves under the
flimsy tee-shirts she chose to wear these days.
This version of King Lear was markedly different to the
version that either Innocence or Alice had read at school.
The first scene was essentially an incest scene. It featured
King Lear, played by Innocence, who had decided to make
love to his daughters to impregnate them so that only the
purest royal blood would flow in the veins of their
children. Both Regan and Goneril, both of whom played by
Alice, readily agreed - and most of the first act involved
Alice and Innocence making love.
The stage directions for the love-making were quite
specific and required full penetration by King Lear. Alice
quite enjoyed this, though Mouse seemed relatively
frustrated as Cordelia really had very little to do except
masturbate (which wasn't in the script, but Mouse claimed
that this kind of ad-libbing was perfectly reasonable).
Both Alice and Innocence were quite happy when they had
to switch roles halfway through the act, after King Lear,
who was still humping away at Regan, asked Cordelia to
join in. As was required, Cordelia refused and
Innocence, holding the script up in one hand with her penis
still deep inside Alice, ranted at her. The reason for
Cordelia's reluctance was less to do with an aversion to
incest (which Mouse insisted was quite common amongst
Celts) than to do with her father's pride.
After this, Alice took over the role of King Lear and other
people, and Innocence took over the role of
Cordelia's suitors. The act required Cordelia to have love
made to her first by Burgundy and then by France, both
played by Innocence. This involved fellatio for Burgundy
and full sex with France. At the end of the scene,
Innocence was totally exhausted and found it difficult to
pronounce her lines. Alice noticed how very professional
Mouse had become in her role, barely skipping a word or a
studied nuance however frantic the love-making.
Cordelia's next appearance in King Lear was right at the
end of the play, so the three girls didn't have to rehearse
any of the intervening acts or scenes. However, as Alice
noticed, this involved the King making love with the Fool
who was described as ambisexual and for whom all sex
had to be anal. It also involved sex between Edgar and the
Fool, three-way sex with Edmund, Regan and Goneril, and
several scenes of cunnilingus, fellatio and masturbation.
She was pleased to see no equivalent of Gloucester's scene
of having his eyes cut out. Indeed, if anything, this
production was actually less sadistic than the original
version.
The last scene began with France and Cordelia making
love while various of the significant characters - including
a much reduced role for Kent - came and went apparently
unabashed. Again Innocence played France, and as this
involved several stage directions requiring some rather
peculiar sexual positions, she found it quite a strain.
"I'm sure," Innocence remarked, "that a man is much more
flexible than me."
"It's only practice that does it," Mouse replied.
Innocence had to rest for a while after playing that role,
and examined herself for bruises - one of which between
her thighs was clear evidence of the acrobatic excesses
expected of modern theatre. After that, the three girls had to
play the final act which required Lear, played by
Innocence, to make love to a dead Cordelia, who had just
been hanged. This role was quite difficult, and Alice was
aware that the actor who had to play Lear on stage was
going to have a difficult time. He would be required to
make love with six or seven different people, change his
character from an egotistical monster to something more
like a normal sex maniac and still remember some quite
awkward lines. The art of the last scene, as Mouse
explained, was not just to show Lear's remorse, but to show
necrophilia in a positive light. Her part, which was to make
no response except a shudder during the "Never never
never never never" speech, required the skill to play dead
and express no sexual excitement.
"The exact opposite," she pointed out, "of what's
normally expected of an actress."
The three girls, on Mouse's insistence, rehearsed the
scenes several times, and Alice could see, from a
dispassionate professional view, that Mouse's performance
was improving. But as it involved making love to
Innocence, who was quite clearly rather enjoying it, the
whole affair was not of overwhelming appeal to her. It also
came as no surprise to her, that as the days passed,
Innocence left Alice's bed, and she and Mouse began
sleeping together on the bed-settee in the living room. To a
certain extent, Alice rather welcomed being able to
sleep alone again. On the other hand, despite the fact that
she and Innocence would still occasionally make love, it
still troubled her to see Mouse and Innocence sitting
together with their clothes tossed aside and Mouse's hand
invariably grasping Innocence's penis. In fact, Mouse's
hand and Innocence's penis hardly ever seemed to be apart.
When Alice heard that her friend Kedi was visiting, she
felt a real tremble of excitement. She had never loved
anyone as much as she loved Kedi and the thought of
making love to her again made her flesh tingle and her
body feel warm. Kedi was coming in by train, so it was
with great enthusiasm that Alice volunteered to wait for
Kedi at the railway station.
Alice arrived early just in case Kedi's train should also
be early, but no! In fact it was late, and she sat
disconsolately on the platform, watching people getting on
and off the trains. There were people travelling from all
over. Some Alice kept her eye on as they walked by,
almost hoping that they would satisfy the lust she was
feeling. Soon, however, Kedi did arrive. As a concession to
public decency, she wore clothes but as always as little as
she could. In fact, she wore nothing on her slim black body
but a pair of shorts and not even a pair of shoes. Most
people wore more than that and so Kedi's breasts attracted
a great deal of attention. Alice herself, knowing of Kedi's
arrival, wore as little as she dared - which was a tee-shirt
and a pair of very brief shorts - but she was overdressed in
comparison.
Alice ran over to Kedi and smiled into her grinning
face and the beautiful erect nipples that seemed to suggest
that Kedi was pleased to see her. She felt like instantly
throwing herself on the ground and making love, but the
most she could do was kiss her full on the face and
breathlessly declare how pleased she was to see her.
Alice and Kedi walked back to Alice's flat, with Alice
helping to carry Kedi's bags. When the two girls came by a
little copse near home, passion got the better of Alice and
she flung herself on Kedi.
"Here! Now!" she gasped as a command. "Now!"
Kedi nodded, and the two girls crept into the copse out of
the public gaze.
When they'd got behind a bush, Alice pulled off her tee-
shirt in one passionate gesture and forced down her shorts.
She then pushed herself on top of Kedi who was
overwhelmed by the attention. Alice put her whole mouth
over Kedi's nipple and while biting and nibbling it, eagerly
rubbed Kedi's vagina. Kedi reciprocated with just as much
enthusiasm but with more practised skill.
Anyone passing by would have heard the moaning and
groaning as the two girls forgot everything and made love
on the damp and dirty ground. Grit and trampled
leaves affixed themselves to Alice's skin, but she didn't
care. All she cared about was Kedi.
After Alice didn't know how long, the two girls were sated
and with reluctance picked up their things to return to
Alice's home, but Alice just couldn't find it in herself to put
her clothes back on. It felt so wonderful to be skin against
skin with the one she loved! Consequently, Alice and
Kedi wandered back naked together through the tree-lined
streets to the flat, unconcerned about the attention they
attracted. What did Alice care for what other people
felt: she was just happy to be arm in arm with Kedi,
nestling up against her warm black body.
When they got back home, Alice brought Kedi straight to
her bed and they resumed making love. In fact, they
wouldn't stop. The only reason Alice ever found for
leaving Kedi was to go to the toilet or to have something to
eat and Kedi would follow her, invariably as close to her as
she could.
Innocence and Mouse were also making love most of the
time now, but Alice felt that with the onus of having to
entertain Kedi she was excused from helping Mouse with
her rehearsals for King Lear. Unfortunately, Alice soon
found that she couldn't monopolise Kedi's attention, as
Kedi offered her assistance quite willingly. Alice had never
before felt so much jealousy as when she
watched Innocence's penis thrust in and out of Kedi's
vagina with Mouse eagerly plunging her tongue in Kedi's
mouth. So, she argued, maybe it is for art, and maybe the
part I'm rehearsing is redundant at this point, but must I
watch this?
She wondered what Kedi thought of Innocence's rather
strange body, but, as always, Kedi just accepted it as it
was. "Innocence is a beautiful girl," she commented, "and
she is especially endowed where girls are not usually
endowed at all."
She also loved it as Innocence thrust in and out of her. It
was on these occasions that Alice only felt a lessening of
her jealousy if she caught sight of Mouse, who was clearly
very passionately in love with Innocence, watching the two
of them together with that look of jealousy Alice so
recognised in herself.
When Alice made love to Innocence now, it was almost all
out of spite to Mouse who also loved making love to Kedi
(especially when Kedi used some of the curious penis
shaped roots she'd brought with her from her own country).
She especially made sure of doing so when Mouse was
watching and she made sure that she expressed as much
passion as she could as Innocence's prick pushed deep and
deeper still inside her. In all this she would try and involve
Kedi: licking, kissing, masturbating her as Innocence thrust
away and caressed the both of them.
In the evenings however, Alice kept Kedi to herself. Mouse
can sleep with Innocence. Dinah can sleep with Chastity.
But Alice must sleep with Kedi. And through the night she
would come and come again with a passion that she was
sure echoed throughout the flat, and if it woke her sister or
her friends, what did it matter? It showed that Alice and
Kedi were very much in love and inseparable. No love,
Alice was sure, was greater than that she felt for Kedi and
her beautiful black body.
Alice loved everything about Kedi's body. She loved its
relative maturity. She loved the fact she was so black, so
that when the girls' bodies intertwined in as many as four -
and when Dinah and Chastity became interested six -
people, Kedi's body was so much apart from the rest of the
white and pink flesh. Alice loved Kedi's strong gleaming
white teeth, whose grin filled a whole room and would
instantly stricken Alice with a passionate and
helpless longing. She loved Kedi's cunt which so
enveloped her tongue, which lubricated so easily with her
fingers and gave out such a rich hot and seductive smell.
She loved Kedi's round breasts with the beautiful brown
nipples. If she prayed, and Alice never prayed, she would
have prayed that Kedi should never leave her.
Much as Alice enjoyed Innocence's company, she never
felt so warmly towards Chastity. This didn't matter so
much while Chastity and Dinah spent so much time
together - after all they were much the same age and had
very similar sexual appetites. What changed Alice's
attitude towards Chastity was when she took Kedi away
from her.
At first it seemed almost innocent. Chastity only made love
with Kedi while in mixed company, and, perhaps in
compensation, Alice would be embraced by more than one
other girl at the time. However, as Alice viewed Kedi and
Chastity making love through Mouse's pubic hair with her
tongue slowly licking at the moist opening, Alice felt acute
pain as she watched the two girls in what could only be
true passion. Even the slow rhythmic thrust of Innocence's
prick up her own cunt while supporting herself on Alice's
raised buttocks couldn't distract her from her jealousy.
Mouse noticed Alice's unease, and tenderly lifted herself
up, obscuring Alice's view of the black and white coupling,
and stroked Alice's head. "What's the matter?" Mouse
wondered. "Don't we satisfy you?"
Alice couldn't answer, but there came to her a sudden
welling up of emotion as she thought of Kedi making love
to Dinah. She took her mouth away from Mouse's cunt and
looked longingly into Mouse's face. She felt terribly
conscious of the salt track of tears down her cheeks - but
she knew that any attempt to hold them back would merely
cause her to cry loudly. She could hear not only
Innocence's pants as she thrust vigorously away, but also
the painfully loud and mutual gasps from Kedi and
Chastity.
Any illusions Alice may have cherished that Kedi's and
Chastity's affection was less than mutual were dashed
when with a rush of hot thick semen and a gasp Innocence
had come inside her, and the cries of her lover and Chastity
couldn't be in any way confused. If anything the loudest
and fullest throated cries may have come from Kedi while
Chastity voraciously chewed at her vagina.
It didn't really come as too much of a surprise when Alice
found that she was sharing Kedi with Chastity, but the first
night when Dinah returned to their bed and Kedi stayed in
the same bed as Chastity still required severe mental
readjustment. Dinah could see that Alice was troubled and
did her best to comfort her. But making love with Dinah
didn't work that evening. The thought of incest only
reminded Alice of Innocence's sister and whom she
was sleeping with.
Alice thought that maybe her selfless love could be
resolved merely by being near Kedi - but the fact was that
although she and Kedi would still make love it was less
frequent than before and there was always the strong smell
of Chastity about her. In fact, although their moments of
passion satisfied Alice in a way that no one else could, she
couldn't hide her misery and jealousy from Kedi.
"But Alice dearest," Kedi tried to argue, "it is no reflection
on my love for you that I sleep with Chastity now."
"But I love you," replied Alice. "When I'm not with you I
feel a void in my life. Only when we're together am I
whole."
"Don't be silly," Kedi tried to laugh, but she was
visibly troubled by Alice's contention of love.
Kedi however did suggest that she make love with
Chastity. "Perhaps you could get to love her as well."
"But I only want you."
Alice had not once made love to Chastity, although
Chastity had frequently felt and tongued Alice's body when
all six girls were making love together. These sixsomes
usually only happened by chance and not usually on Alice's
volition. But sometimes when a couple became a
threesome, it seemed only natural that the numbers should
be added to. So perhaps Kedi, Innocence and Alice might
be making love on the garden lawn as the evening sun
drew in, only to be joined by Mouse - tempted as always by
Innocence's penis that she would always want to have
pushed into her mouth and feel the hot warmth of it against
her lips and the back of her tongue down her throat. Then
one of Dinah or Chastity would join in, excited by so much
sexual activity, to be joined not much later by the other
older girl.
It was in such circumstances as these that Alice would
find herself having love made to her by Chastity, but not
once just the two girls together. However, one night, Alice
was lying in bed alone listening to the sounds of Mouse,
Innocence and one other making love together - Mouse as
always making the loudest moans. "Innocence! Oo!
Innocence! Ooo! Oooo!" she gasped. She was masturbating
desultorily to this, imagining Kedi's gorgeous black body
against hers. Kedi's tongue in her cunt. Her fingers up
her backside. A slim black bum stretched out in front of
her on the mattress.
It was then that Alice became aware of another presence in
the room, but it wasn't Kedi. And it wasn't Dinah either.
Chastity was sitting perched, naked as always, at the end of
her bed watching Alice's fingers stroke and finger her cunt.
Seeing that Alice had spotted her, Chastity tenderly
stretched out her arm and her fingers to anchor on Alice's
knee, and to stroke it softly, softly. She gradually moved
her hand from stroking the knee to the inner thigh and
stroked it more sensually towards the upper end of the
thigh near the crotch. Alice removed her own fingers from
her cunt, and lay back in an almost helpless position as
Chastity became bolder with her caresses.
Alice neither resisted nor encouraged Chastity in her love-
making, as Chastity soon engaged her mouth on the still
quite moist cunt and nibbled around the hairy flowering of
it and the legs around it. After a while, Chastity could see
that there was not going to be much more response, so she
briefly kissed Alice on the left nipple and left her room.
A few minutes later, Dinah entered the room, quite
clearly exhausted after her love-play with Innocence and
Mouse. A trail of Innocence's thick semen trickled down
between her legs, and would soon make a little damp patch
on the sheets wherever Dinah should choose to sit.
"You know," said Alice, almost as an aside, "the
apartment's got terribly crowded since Chastity and
Innocence have been here."
Dinah started, as if this revelation had never occurred to
her, but she looked at Alice thoughtfully. Clearly, she had
had her own discussions with Kedi and Chastity on Alice's
happiness. "I suppose four people is about the most this
apartment can handle for any length of time. Perhaps the
two sisters would be happy to visit the countryside."
"The countryside?" wondered Alice.
"Well, I know that Une's quite happy to entertain any of
our friends," suggested Dinah.
"Would they like that?"
"It would be absolutely perfect," Dinah said.
And what is more, Alice thought, Kedi could stay here
with me without Chastity's malevolent influence.
IV
In Which Innocence and Chastity are found in the
countryside.
Une just loved to be fucked. But with a cunt as large as
hers it took such an effort for her to be satisfied. Generally,
one man just wasn't enough; she'd need two or maybe three
simultaneously pounding away in her nether regions for her
to be satisfied. It was sometimes awkward to arrange such
a meeting of pricks inside her, but practice had given her
great facility and imagination to her. Two was easy
enough. One from above and one from underneath both
thrusting into her cunt. A third was more difficult, but her
more athletic lovers soon found a way of squeezing a penis
between two already active members.
Une was at first reluctant when some friends of Blanche's
asked her if she'd mind them visiting. They were both
sisters and she'd not met either of them, and she wasn't sure
they would make pleasant company. Une generally
preferred the company of men, particularly if they were
deep inside her, - but she had a large old house in the
country, so she couldn't plead lack of space nor was she
planning to go away for a while.
When Innocence and Chastity arrived, Une greeted them in
the long white dress she usually wore which flowed loosely
from straps around her shoulders, just covering her breasts
and reaching down to her bare feet. Her long white hair
wisped down about her hips, nearly the same colour as her
skin and dress. Evidence that she was no albino was
provided in the shining gleam of her blue eyes.
Une thought Innocence and Chastity were rather curious
names for two girls who really didn't look like they
possessed these attributes at all. Her knowing air and the
simple dress that only just obscured her groin made Chastity not
seem at all chaste. Innocence seemed the more chaste of
the two, but it was obvious to Une that innocent she was
not. She hoped her male lovers wouldn't be distracted by
these two very pretty women and choose to fuck them
instead of her.
Une showed the two girls around the house and where to
put the very few clothes they'd brought. She explained to
them, as tactfully as she could, that some country people
had some very strange ideas, and that they should be
very cautious about how they behaved in public.
"I'm sometimes considered to be a witch because of my
appearance," she elaborated.
Chastity sat back on the four poster bed in the bedroom
that had been allocated to her. "What is there about you
that makes them think you're a witch?" she asked in an
ambiguously coy way. "You certainly don't look like my
idea of a witch!"
"There aren't that many people with such white skin and
hair as me," Une explained.
Chastity laughed. "I thought witches had pointed black hats
and rode on broomsticks." She looked conspiratorially at
Innocence. "No," she said thoughtfully. "I think they think
you're a witch from what Alice told us about you."
"And what's that?" Asked Une, both fascinated by what
this Alice might have said and annoyed at Chastity's cheek.
"Why! That you've got the biggest cunt in the world,"
Chastity exclaimed. "I'm told you can get three pricks in it
at once."
"Four on occasion," corrected Une. "Well, yes I have a very
large vagina. But if you think I'm also a lesbian..."
"Don't worry," smiled Chastity. "But I'd love to see your
cunt. I really would."
"And what could you give in return?" wondered Une who
wasn't at all sure she liked such blatant conversation about
her crotch.
"Why!" exclaimed Chastity as if surprised. "Hasn't Blanche
told you about Innocence? Her attributes make your
oversized cunt seem like nothing at all."
"I'm sorry I don't understand."
"Come on Innocence. Take off your clothes and show Une
your stuff," ordered Chastity.
With some reluctance, Innocence removed her pretty white
blouse and knee-length skirt. She took her sandals off first,
and then unbuttoned her blouse, revealing her full breasts
and feminine curves. Then she gradually eased down
her dress. Une was feeling rather bored. Nudity really
didn't excite her, even on very attractive girls like
Innocence, and what on earth could a girl have that would
interest her? A cunt as wide as her own perhaps.
Une wasn't prepared for Innocence's prick that popped out
as she pulled down her white knickers. As soon as she saw
it, her original feelings of scepticism were replaced by
curiosity and a certain amount of lust. Innocence's penis
wasn't nearly one of the largest Une had ever seen or had
inside her, but it was a beautiful well-formed penis - one
which surely deserved to be enjoyed.
"Does it function?" Une wondered.
Innocence nodded, obviously embarrassed by Chastity's
blatancy.
"Touch it and see," instructed Chastity.
This Une proceeded to do. Knowing what was expected of
it, Innocence's penis immediately stiffened. Une stroked it
gently in her hands and watched in great wonderment as it
grew and grew just as she'd expect from the penis of any
of her friends. So, Innocence certainly didn't have as large
a cunt as Une. In fact, as Une's examinations swiftly
established, Innocence didn't have a cunt at all. Instead she
was blessed with a beautiful penis. And a penis on such a
beautiful and feminine body.
As she saw Innocence's penis grow to full size, the hunger
she felt in her crotch got so great she just had to do
something. With one very simple movement she brought
her dress off over her head and her otherwise naked body.
Her cunt was already moist with lust.
"Put it in me. Put it in. Now!" she begged looking at the
stiffness of it.
In next to no time, Innocence and she were rolling about
and fucking in a way that surprised Une in its intensity.
Clearly, Innocence was a girl accustomed to satisfying the
lust of people, perhaps several at the same time. And also,
as Une became aware from Innocence's own passion, she
was a girl as attracted to Une as she was to her. What
surprised her more, was that, although there was still plenty
of space spare in her vagina, Une was feeling sexual
gratification she'd not felt for a very long time. Not even
with three men crawling over her, fucking every orifice.
Une wasn't at all sure why Innocence gave her such
intense pleasure but it was intense enough and she just
wanted more and more and more. Soon enough, Chastity
was forgotten. For all Une cared, she might have run off to
have sex with one of her lovers who were staying with her.
She didn't care how much pleasure that slut of a girl was
giving nor to whom. All that mattered was the passion that
Une felt as Innocence's expert and practised penis thumped
in and out of her, occasionally spurting out with warm,
delicious semen, and yet still seeming to have yet more
erection and come to give.
For the first time since she'd made love to a real elephant
of a man, Une just came and came and came. Her cries of
passion were loud enough to fill the whole house. What did
it matter how full her cunt was by prick? What mattered
was the delight of it! She would experience this again and
again, Une resolved. She was going to enjoy the visit of
these two suburban girls.
Une just couldn't be parted from Innocence. Wherever she
went, Innocence had to come with her, and fuck her as hard
and as often as possible. They made love in all the rooms
of her house and in her large garden. Sometimes Une's
other lovers would join in, turned on not only by Une's
body but also by Innocence's. Une guessed it was probably
the first time that Innocence had had sex with men, and it
was clear to her also that although she enjoyed it, it was
with her that Innocence got the most pleasure. In any case,
Innocence's anus wasn't really comfortable with a man
fucking her. She preferred putting a man's prick in her
mouth while fucking Une. Although Une didn't usually like
women sharing her men, in this case she made an
exception, and of course Innocence was in one crucial
way as much man as any of them.
Une didn't really care too much what Chastity was doing -
Innocence was enough for her. She knew from what her
lovers told her that Chastity was making love with each of
them, either in turn or together. On one occasion, she came
into Chastity's bedroom to see two of her well-trained
lovers pounding away at Chastity's orifices (in her case, her
cunt was only just big enough for two, so she clearly found
it more comfortable for one to take her anus and the
other her vagina). Normally, Une would find this kind of
disloyalty intolerable and would have ordered out both
Chastity and her lovers, but now she just didn't care. As
long as she had Innocence's beautiful feminine body and
her wonderful prick inside her, what did it matter?
It was market day in Une's village, when people from all
around would come and sell their wares. Une persuaded
Innocence to come along and so, too, did Chastity. She was
aware that Chastity was attracted to her, but as a rule Une
really was not interested in women. Innocence was an
exception - but then she was an exception in much more
than one way.
The market sold all the wares associated with
village markets. There were stalls selling cheap imported
tee-shirts, bootlegged videos, cheaply made jewellery,
oddities that Une found at best amusing in their cheap
vulgarity and wares which would never be accepted by
Health and Safety Officers. Une examined the stalls
desultorily, as always wondering why she bothered,
but also aware that there might always be something there
that would make the excursion worthwhile.
Chastity located a pornographic book-stall, which sold
second- hand magazines and books which were a little
worn at the edges. She picked up copies, with clearly no
intention of buying and viewed them with amusement.
"How was that goat persuaded to do that!" she exclaimed
showing a picture of a girl and a goat. "It looks pretty
awkward for her as well." She flicked a few pages. "But the
sperm looks just the same as human sperm, doesn't it Une?
In fact it looks just like yours, Innocence."
Innocence picked up one that concentrated entirely on
anal intercourse. "That looks painful!" she commented,
putting it down and casting her eyes around at other stalls.
Chastity dropped the magazine she was reading. "God!
This market is so boring!" she remarked. "Is this really the
high light of life in the country?"
Une felt offended by this. It was the country itself, not
its market, which made the place worth living in. If
Chastity couldn't appreciate even this little thing, then what
hope was there for her?
The three of them made their way out of the market, and
into an inn which was mostly full of market stall holders.
They were talking animatedly with each other, while in the
corner a video sex machine was flashing images of various
scenes of sexual intercourse. Besides Une and her two
friends, there were few other women in the pub and those
were all old and ugly.
"Where's your boyfriends, m'dear?" asked an elderly
gentleman walking up to their table.
Une smiled in the way that she knew would normally
devastate the relatively ignorant villagers. "How is your
missus's lumbago, Giles?" she asked considerately.
"Bearing well. Bearing well," he said moving back to his
company.
Chastity was clearly very uncomfortable here. "This is
fucking boring!" she announced, swallowing her half pint
of porter. "Come on, Innocence, let's go somewhere more
exciting."
"Where?" wondered Innocence.
"Anywhere!" announced Chastity. "Anywhere that's not
here, anyway!"
Une and Innocence followed Chastity as she stormed out of
the inn and followed the path out of the village towards
Une's home. She certainly did not appear happy. They
passed by a corn-field within sight of Une's house.
"What I need," announced Chastity, stopping suddenly, "is
a fuck. A fucking good fuck! And I need it now!"
"And how are you going to get that?" asked Une, visibly
annoyed with Chastity.
Chastity frowned at Une. "From what you know about
Innocence, you need to ask that?" asked Chastity
incredulously.
This was the first time that Une became aware of the
incestuous relationship between Innocence and her sister,
when boldly, and with no regard for Une's feelings,
Chastity pulled off the slip she was wearing and
unbuttoned the pretty little dress that Une had provided
Innocence. It was one that had made the young girl look
even sweeter, flowing out at the waist and coming to
her knees. But this was soon down over her ankles and
pushed to one side. Then with the practice that must have
come from making love with Une's lovers, Chastity
persuaded Innocence's penis into erection and straight in
her cunt. Une looked on in astonishment as Innocence
blatantly fucked away at her sister.
Une looked imploringly at Innocence, her little darling, and
then noticed Innocence returning the look even while her
buttocks thrust up and down on Chastity. Chastity also
looked at Une.
"Don't wait to be invited," she commented. "Join in!"
Une certainly did not feel inclined to do so, but soon her
lust for Innocence became too much for her, and then, for
the first time in her long love life, she made love with a
woman who was a woman in every detail. Perhaps, it
wasn't really the same thing, she thought, as she shared
Innocence's so virile member. After all, she reassured
herself, this is fucking as it's normally done between a man
and a woman. And, in any case, was this so very different
to love with two men?
But one partner, she couldn't help thinking, who couldn't
satisfy the rapacious desire of her cunt. And indeed, as
their bodies writhed in the corn, scratching her skin and
catching in her hair, she felt for the first time since she'd
started making love with Innocence a kind of emptiness in
her cunt. A feeling that was normally only satisfied by an
extra prick inside her. This evening, she resolved, she'd get
at least two, maybe three, inside her, even if it meant
sharing Chastity with her male lovers.
V
In Which Innocence is embodied in the value of Twelve;
and joined in a fury of pain and pleasure; and in which
Chastity pursues love of a woman and Innocence the Love
of God.
It was in another field, this time within Une's
extensive estates, that Une and Innocence were happily
fucking together. Being her own estate, Une naturally
chose a comfortable field where the grass was short and
green enough for there to be relatively little scratching or
discomfort from the ground as the two lovers pursued their
business. It was a lovely sunny day, and as Une straddled
her thighs over Innocence, gazing down at her beautiful
penis thrusting in and out, she could feel the sun
burning her back.
It was with a little surprise that Une felt more
feminine caresses from behind. But she didn't care. After
making love to Chastity on a few occasions now, she no
longer cared about her attention. She merely moaned
appreciatively and bent forward over Innocence's prostrate
body to give the caresses as free rein as possible. She
pushed her tongue into Innocence's mouth and the two
lovers explored each other while these other hands
explored her.
And, then, with a shock, Une felt another object, hard, stiff
and clearly the right shape, also enter into her moist
welcoming vagina. What was this? she wondered. One of
her lovers? Or (and this gave her a glorious frisson of
desire) a woman endowed like Innocence? With that
fantasy she brought herself to the point of a loud and
explosive orgasm as two tools exercised themselves inside
her capacious void.
It was only when Une disentangled herself from the
writhing bodies she found that there was in fact only one
other person and she was a totally normal woman. Normal,
that is, in the biologically accepted way. She was a little
skinny, with high cheeks and perky breasts dominated by
pointed nipples. She was also virtually naked - but then so
too were Une and Innocence. How this girl was not normal
was that her hair was virtually all shaved except for a long
pointed quiff on her head several inches long. Body
jewellery decorated and pierced her body, including golden
dangling earrings and pointed ivory caps over her nipples.
She also wore a dildo strapped around her waist which
although it totally obscured her vagina seemed somehow
much more indecent than total nudity could ever be.
Une had seen this look before. It was, she knew, a
fashion amongst many girls in the cities to dress in this
way - and it meant nothing there. Secretaries, receptionists,
hairdressers and all sorts wandered around quite naturally
with curious hairstyles and either dildos or,
less provocatively, codpieces covering their cunts. Even in
the cities, total nudity was not that acceptable. However,
this style of dress was bound to attract a great deal of
adverse attention in the country. And, anyway, what was a
girl like this doing so far away from the night-clubs, bars
and haunts of the big city?
Her name was Twelve - a common sort of city name
it appeared. She had come to the countryside with her lover
- a man called Three - and the two had had an argument.
He was not very tolerant when he found her in bed with
two other people, and had stormed back to the nearest
railway station leaving her behind. She was renting a room
from a couple of local people - "real yokels" she described
them. Une knew all the people in the village, and the
family she described were some relatively poor freeholders
who farmed goats just above the village. Heaven only
knows what they thought of a provocatively dressed girl
like Twelve who probably had no sympathy or
understanding at all of country ways!
Normally, Une would have had very little time or sympathy
for someone like Twelve, but after the circumstances of
their meeting - in which she'd betrayed rather more interest
than she normally would have done - it seemed churlish
not to invite her back to her farmhouse. Twelve agreed,
and they returned to meet Chastity, whom these days made
no effort to disguise her indulgence in sex with two of
Une's lovers. With semen dripping out of her mouth, she
greeted the company and almost immediately discarded her
male company to focus her conversation on Twelve.
It came as no surprise to Une when, as the
night progressed, Twelve and Chastity disappeared off to
have sex together. She knew that it didn't involve the dildo,
because Twelve had long past removed it and her ivory
nipple protectors and left them on the mantle-piece ("It's
wonderful to go naked!" she announced, almost
incongruously).
Twelve became quite a regular visitor to Une's household -
and, with increasing jealousy, it became apparent to her
that it was Innocence and her wonderful penis that attracted
her the most.
"Innocence is so lucky!" Twelve announced, holding
Innocence's erect penis between forefinger and thumb.
"The rest of us just pretend to have this kind of thing - but
for her it's real. And it comes all over you so creamy and
rich! I just love the taste of it!"
Une's jealousy was not lessened by the evident fact
that Innocence also enjoyed Twelve's attention. How could
she prefer such a vulgar slut? she wondered. But she could
see that beneath her urban veneer, Twelve was a very
tender lover and treated Innocence in a way that perhaps
only an experienced lover of women could. Une's
experience of making love to women was still not very
great, and it was something that she had still not reconciled
herself to. She wasn't a dyke was she?
Twelve had some peculiar interests. She listened to music
which sounded about as execrable as music could be. Fast
and cacophonous. Noisy and unstructured. It wasn't music
at all. Only the fact that Innocence would be listening to
the music with Twelve, and Une's wish not to lose touch
with her enticed her to spend more than the smallest
amount of time with them.
She also seemed extremely interested in films that had
moments of violence and pornography of the kind that
most villagers were quite happy to watch, but to Une these
were only the interesting bits of films that punctuated
periods of plotless meandering and self-indulgence. And
the art she professed to like! What was the point of art that
gave no pleasure?
However, for Innocence's sake, Une tolerated this and the
mammoth sex sessions that Innocence and Twelve
indulged together. Even Chastity seemed to find Twelve's
fascination with Innocence's penis a little bizarre.
"There's only a few inches to it!" She exclaimed. "Surely
she must know it in total detail by now."
Une couldn't answer. In fact, she wondered if it might not
be the peculiar drugs that Twelve and Innocence indulged
together that kept the two going for so many hours.
"Innocence isn't a happy girl!" confided Twelve one day,
while Une and she were lying face down in the sun.
Twelve's skin had gone rather red in the sun. She clearly
wasn't used to it at home, but she still persevered. She had
developed a reddish freckly glow on her shoulders and
around her nose.
"What do you mean? Not happy?" wondered Une. Perhaps
Innocence had realised that Une was the only true love for
her life.
"In many ways Innocence is just an ordinary girl. And she
just wants to be an ordinary girl. But she doesn't want to
pretend to be something she's not. She's curiously endowed
and she doesn't want to change that. But she does want to
feel less of a freak."
"There's nothing wrong with being unusual," sniffed Une,
conscious of her unusually large vagina.
"But your asset doesn't give you identity crises," mused
Twelve. "Innocence knows that she's not really a woman.
But she's also clearly not a man. So what is she? Gender
identity's pretty important you know!"
Une sniffed again. "And what is she supposed to do about
that then?"
"That's exactly Innocence's problem."
************
Twelve soon moved out of the cottage she was lodging in
to stay at Une's home. She complained to Une that she was
fed up with having anal sex with her landlord.
"It's the only way I can afford to pay," she declared.
Une wondered why it had to be anal sex. Why not more
conventional forms?
"Well, it does get a bit painful - especially when he asks for
a month's rent in advance. And he's not very subtle. But it's
the only sex his wife tolerates. In fact she has to watch to
ensure that he doesn't commit any infidelity and enter me
from the front." Une didn't comment, but she was aware
that among some of the more traditional villagers there was
the belief that the only sex which really counted was that
which would lead to procreation. Sex with animals,
prepubescents, men or any anus wasn't considered in the
same way at all.
Not long after Twelve moved in, a friend of hers, also from
the big city, came to stay at Une's home. This girl was of
oriental background with the undeniably exotic name of
Ching. Ching was a smaller girl than Twelve with a slender
waist and breasts that were more just aureate pink bumps
on her chest. However what she lacked in endowment she
compensated for by a brashness that easily exceeded that of
Twelve. Her own dildo was held on by rings pierced
around her anus and vagina and was of exaggerated
dimensions, more than a foot in length. Her hair was
completely shaved off except for a little tail of hair dyed an
incongruous golden colour flicking over her shoulders.
She made no attempt to disguise the flatness of her breasts
and in fact was habitually naked except for her dildo, petite
golden sandals and an ankle-ring.
Ching didn't hesitate at all before making love
with Twelve, Innocence and Chastity. It was only a little
later that on Twelve's insistence Une also made love to her.
Ching's dildo was well designed for Une's cunt - the
tightest fit she'd had for a very long time. Despite it being
artificial and unable to spurt any semen, Ching made up by
a passion and skill at love-making which was greater than
even Twelve's. Indeed, as Une came to be aware, Ching's
sexual appetite was biased quite differently to Une's own.
The clearest evidence of this was that unlike the other three
guests, Ching had no interest in her male lovers at all.
However much they tried to interest her in their
own endowments, the only penis that attracted Ching was
Innocence's that was only rarely permitted inside her.
Ching had other tastes that Une only gradually became
aware of, and this began to change the atmosphere of Une's
home. The first time that Une discovered this was when
she found Innocence one morning in the living room with
her hands tied behind her back and legs and penis tied by
ropes to the furniture. As the rope tying her hands was
attached to a hook from a ceiling, she was in a very
uncomfortable position which made her eyes water as
she pulled on the rope. Her penis was decorated by a
ribbon tied in a quite pretty knot which nonetheless must
have squeezed when she got an erection. She had been
unable to cry out as her mouth was covered by a cloth tied
around her head.
Une quickly untied Innocence and soon established that
this was the way she'd been left by Twelve, Chastity and
Ching after they'd been playing one of Ching's games.
Innocence, as Une soon gathered, became the object of
most of Ching's games which required bondage and a little
pain. Perhaps it was because Innocence was the youngest
of all the people staying at Une's home or because of her
general attitude of doing whatever she could to be of help
to others. But Une surmised that it may have been more to
do with Innocence's endowments which somehow attracted
Ching's attention.
Innocence wasn't the only one to be smacked, tied up or
mildly humiliated. Une found Ching herself face up while
Innocence was urinating on her face and Twelve was
fucking Ching with Ching's own dildo. On another
occasion it was Twelve whom Une came across tied
spread-eagled to a bed while Ching and Innocence fucked
her repeatedly despite the blood that had gathered just
between her legs. Even Chastity, who generally seemed
above the role of the victim, accepted a role of helplessness
when Une found her tied to Innocence whose penis was
inside her anus and secured in such a way that it couldn't
easily come out.
Une herself didn't take part in the girls' games, and soon
came to feel a kind of exclusion. Perhaps it was because she
was so much older than the others or perhaps they realised
that Une's sexual predilections were of a less
unconventional kind. She also realised that the tensions
among the four other girls were exacerbated by Ching's
games along with the peculiar drugs she'd brought along -
some of which apparently did wonders for one's sexual
appetite and stamina. Innocence seemed to be becoming
more silent and reserved. On the occasions that Une
made love to her, she was aware of a kind of desperation in
her passion. She sometimes wept silently just after
achieving orgasm as if the release it brought had also
caused her pain.
Innocence was the centre of all the attention. Twelve
would still hold her penis for hours on end, gently stroking
it and occasionally taking it into her mouth. Ching and
Chastity also pursued Innocence, and competed with each
other for her body. This produced many occasions where
the two girls would be locked together in sex games where
the underlying aggression of Ching's predilections would
lead to quite visible bruises.
However, neither Ching nor Twelve were to stay for very
long. They departed as abruptly as these two
manifestations of urban life had originally trespassed into
the peace and calm of the countryside. Their last night
involved a lot of noise, screams, giggles, slaps and groans.
Une was sufficiently disturbed by it to go into the bedroom
Ching shared with Twelve to see what was happening.
In actual fact, she still couldn't be sure as all she could
see was a contortion of flesh, leather, dildos and
Innocence's erect penis that was hammering away inside
Ching's vagina. String, rope and vegetables were strewn
around and there was a strong smell of sex mixed with
urine. Une felt reluctant to either intervene or participate,
so she retired to her room. Her first thought had been to
call two of her lovers and satisfy a kind of sexual vacuity,
but somehow the thought of just masturbating was
more attractive. So, she lay in her room imagining what
was going on elsewhere and moistened her vagina with
milk, carrots and her fingers.
The next day, both Ching and Twelve were gone. The
house felt as if a hurricane had passed by, but was now
back to the calm which had preceded their visit. Innocence,
however, still seemed a little shaken by it all and Chastity
now seemed to spend more time with Une's male lovers
than with either Une or her sister. Une felt that Innocence
was going though some kind of crisis precipitated by
the hedonistic abandon of the last few weeks.
A curious side effect of Innocence's melancholy was that
she no longer made love to Une, Chastity or any one else.
She now spent most of her time sitting in a chair by the
fire reading books. She took to wearing a simple white
robe much as Une did which trailed down to her ankles and
covered her shoulders and arms. As she sat on the chair
with her bare feet pulled up, her long hair flowing down to
her waist and her beautiful face looking so serious, Une felt
more passionately in love with Innocence than ever before.
But as Innocence made quite clear, she could look but not
touch.
Chastity, however, had become more engrossed with Une
and very soon the two women developed a routine of
making love together with two or three of Une's male
lovers and sometimes just the two of them. Chastity herself
seemed a little more reserved and sometimes she would
talk more to Une than indulge in more physical
conversation.
Une became aware that Chastity was actually in love with
someone, and not, as she'd originally believed, just in
herself, and not, she was less pleased to discover with Une,
but with a black woman she'd met before she'd come to
stay in the countryside. Chastity's intention was to go and
live with this other woman in another part of the country
where she described a life of naked frolics and passionate
lovemaking. Une wondered what was so different about
their own amorous activities, but she'd lived long enough
to be aware that affairs of the heart were less to do with
what was done but how it felt to do it.
Chastity was also very concerned about Innocence. She
confessed that she felt that her current unhappiness might
very well be Chastity's own fault. She had introduced her
sister to incest, lesbianism and a host of lovers. Some of
these lovers Une knew - they had somehow passed her path
before - but Une wasn't at all sure why that should be a
problem.
"It's only a problem because Innocence doesn't know what
she is, and where she wants to go," explained Chastity.
"She's a girl with a penis, and she doesn't know what she's
supposed to do about that."
"She doesn't seem to mind having a penis," commented
Une stroking Chastity's clitoris gently and thinking of
Innocence's passion. "In fact, it seems to cause her fewer
problems than it would for most men."
"I'm not saying she wants it removed. That would almost
be too simple."
"What do you think she'll do?" wondered Une.
She thought of Innocence lying front down on the carpet by
the roaring fire in her white robe with one leg nonchalantly
raised and the other stretched out straining over a novel by
Dostoevsky, a poem by Goethe or some other book.
"Well she's been reading the Bible recently," commented
Chastity.
"The Bible?"
"And the Koran, the Bhagavad-Gita and Kant. She's gone
through almost all your collection of religious and
philosophical books. She's read the I Ching and the Kama
Sutra. She's looked into Nietzsche, Wittgenstein and
Thoreau."
Une had a very large library of books which she'd collected
on her journeys around the world. At one time or another
she'd been to almost every country and acquired things
from each. Carpets, ornaments, paintings, flowers, compact
discs, videos and, of course, books. It wouldn't be true that
Une had read all of them. It wasn't too easy to read books
written in those languages she hadn't yet learnt. A large
part of her collection was of erotic books from
different cultures and different times. It was these books,
she knew, that Chastity and Twelve used to read.
Innocence didn't read those particular books.
One of Une's most prized books was a copy of the Bible
reinterpreted by a sect which seemed to see sex in
everything. The italicised annotations on the margin made
constant allusions to sexual activities and proclivities
sometimes blatantly referred to, but more often only hinted
at. The most interesting part was an Apocrypha of obscene
stories concerning Jesus' fucking of a hundred whores,
Moses' incest in the desert, Eve being fucked by Cain and
Abel, and missing chapters from Revelations
which featured the sexual humiliations of hell. There was a
particular chapter on the sexual tortures of early Christians
by the Romans. This, however, was not the copy of the
Bible that Innocence was reading.
Une also had a collection of Jacobean and Elizabethan sex
plays which were performed surreptitiously and invariably
climaxed in on-stage sex in the fifth act. This however was
as nothing compared to some decadent Roman reworkings
of Euripides, Sophocles and other Greek playwrights.
There came a phase in the Roman Empire where
authenticity became very important. Although it was
possible to persuade slaves to enact the classic plays
in authentic blood and gore, a good actor would have a
short life. Oedipus could only be blinded once. So an
attempt had been made to reinterpret violent action by
sexual action, which stretched the physical resources of
slaves, allowed sufficient humiliation to satisfy the appetite
of the Roman crowd and for those in the audience who
liked authenticity. Une's knowledge of Greek and Latin
words for the anatomy and sex had improved remarkably.
It was not a total surprise when Chastity and Innocence
announced that they would be moving on. Chastity would
look for her black lover and she hoped that the two of them
would be reconciled. Innocence, however, had decided to
work for Christ and was going to live in a Convent. She
was assured that as she had no vagina and had therefore
never been penetrated there, she was technically a virgin
and could take such orders without any hypocrisy or deceit.
Chastity didn't seem too pleased by her sister's decision and
had even tried to persuade Une to intercede.
"I can't bear the thought of having a nun for a sister," she
complained.
Une, however, had a longer view on this. The point is to
keep looking. Not to find. To join a holy order is not the
last step of a journey of discovery, but possibly just the
first step of a new journey towards a particular destination.
"Fuck that!" Chastity snorted uncharitably. "The sooner
my sister returns to her senses the better!"
VI
In Which Innocence is embraced by Religious Faith and
found in a Convent; the virtues of Faith, Hope and Charity
are also revealed and Charity finds her natural place;
Purity is found in the spiritual home of Faith but lives
outside its confines.
The Convent of St Mary Magdalene the Prostitute was
situated a long way from any town or city and was surrounded
by fields and woods. An ideal place Innocence believed for
peaceful meditation and religious contemplation. The order
of Magdalenites was fairly ascetic which suited her present
mood. She gladly had her hair shaved off although she felt
a pang of prideful regret as she viewed her long tresses
lying discarded on the floor of the Convent's Induction
room. She gladly accepted the rule that all nuns of the
order would have no possessions and were allowed the use
of only one item of clothing, which was the long
black cotton dress and wimple that all nuns were obliged to
wear. Innocence entered into the spirit of worshipping the
Lord Jesus Christ with all her heart - gladly viewing herself
as one of His harem.
The order took the prostitutes whom Christ favoured as an
example of how a woman should worship Him. They were
to be His holy concubines, His mistresses, who would
dedicate themselves to Him and to no other. But in
addition they were to set a good example to others and to
work in the community where they gave succour to the
poor, the lame, the halt and anyone else who felt the need
of their comfort.
This was not, of course, necessarily succour of a sexual
kind. Although the order used many images of physical
love, these were meant only figuratively. It had been
stressed that the order did not practise the code of conduct
of the Blessed Whores who believed that one should fuck
for Christ. That order had the belief that the best way in
which to express the love embodied in Christ's preachings
was by physical passion in which one surrendered
oneself to all the demands made by supplicants.
Innocence's Mother Superior didn't completely condemn
these nuns: she merely contended that it was a style of
worship not practised by the Order of Magdalenites. Indeed
she stressed that the virginity the order held in such
veneration demonstrated a fundamental difference. It
showed that they were saving themselves only for the love
of Christ, which would come to them when they met Him
in the Hereafter.
Innocence shared her Convent dormitory with three
other girls with whom she also prayed and ate meals. Two
of the girls, Sisters Hope and Faith, always shared the same
bed and frequently made love with each other. After
prayers, they would enter the dormitory, take off their
robes and then retreat under the bedsheets. Innocence, however,
was pleased that their passion seemed curiously innocent and
restrained in comparison with that with the women
she'd made love with. The two girls clearly loved each
other and found no contradiction between saving
themselves for Christ - who they claimed to love above all
else - and making love to each other. They were, after all,
still virgins.
The other girl in the dormitory, Sister Charity, wore her
robe as little as possible. She took great pleasure in
carrying out most of her tasks without clothes on. This did
not, of course, extend to those activities that would be
visible to the public, but to those such as prayer, reading,
gardening or eating which were spent only with other nuns.
She wasn't the only nun in the Convent who believed that
asceticism should spread to an abandonment of clothes and
who took pride in displaying the sacrifice of her hair to
Christ. Such nuns were, however, in the minority, and were
still very strict about adorning robes and covering their
heads when entering a Church. The Church, it was felt, is
a place divorced of flesh or temptation, although, as the
Mother Superior mentioned, this was not the attitude of the
Blessed Whores. Their congregations were always held in
the nude and masturbation was an integral part of the
service.
Innocence wondered if perhaps Sister Charity would not
have been better suited to this more promiscuous order as
she was always masturbating. She made love to herself
rather more frequently than Sisters Hope and Faith did with
each other and, it seemed to Innocence, made rather more
noise in doing so. She had no embarrassment about
discussing this though.
"I make love to Jesus in my mind," she claimed. "It is He
who I imagine I'm making love with. I'm preparing myself
for the Rapture when He will enter me and fill me with His
Semen." She also claimed that she had no interest in
making love with anyone else but Christ. "I am faithful to
Him," she said openly stroking her clitoris with her finger
while licking off some of the fluid with which she'd coated
her other finger from her bout of frantic masturbation.
Sister Charity masturbated in front of Innocence and the
other two nuns with a promiscuity that seemed bizarre to
Innocence, but seemingly didn't bother Sisters Hope and
Faith.
"It's just her Passion for Christ," explained Sister Faith
with a beatific smile from underneath the sheets.
She also tried to encourage the others to join her, but this
didn't appeal to the other nuns so much.
"We have our own way of showing our Love," explained
Sister Hope, squeezing Sister Faith's hand.
Innocence for quite different reasons didn't want to either,
but this was more difficult to explain to Sister Charity. In
fact, Innocence felt she was still living a bit of a lie. On the
advice of the Mother Superior, who'd examined her penis
with the clinical eye of one who had earlier worked as a
masturbator for married couples with potency problems,
Sister Innocence had decided to keep her peculiar
endowment secret from the other nuns. This sometimes
caused Innocence great embarrassment, as she washed
apart from the others and took her clothes off so coyly. The
other nuns, however, made no comment and probably had
no suspicion. After all, many nuns had peculiar habits and a
strange fastidiousness. This presumably was not
unconnected for many of them with their decision to join
an order that renounced pride in the flesh. This did mean,
however, that when Innocence was aroused by the
masturbatory groans of Sister Charity or the lovemaking of
the other two, she had to face down on her bed to hide her
rather prominent erection.
The good works that the nuns did was usually of the nature
of giving food and clothes to the poor, giving advice and
comfort to those who needed it and making honey, wine
and pretty mugs at attractive prices which could be sold at
the Convent's shop for a reasonable profit. However, the
order also practised marriage counselling for which they
were famous. Very few nuns actually took on that role and
it was one that only more senior nuns practised. This role
was basically to masturbate the men and women in their
lovemaking so that they would be able to consummate their
love - a task requiring great patience, a deep throat and a
flexible tongue. This role continued beyond conception to
helping the couple make love during pregnancy and both
pre- and post-natal counselling. As the Mother
Superior said, it was a unique role of the order to be able to
provide this kind of assistance in bringing comfort coupled
with the strictness with which the nuns would abstain from
further interference. A role not open to the Blessed Whores
who would probably cause resentment in those with sexual
inhibitions.
The order had several convents spread about the country
and the world. As a policy, it did its best to adapt to the
environment in which it was based. In the Arctic Convent,
this meant that the nuns had to wear rather thicker, fur-
lined robes, and gardening duties had to be replaced with
work in the fisheries. In the city, the nuns were forbidden
to leave the Convent singly because some people,
mistaking the nuns for Blessed Whores or even
Sodomites for Christ, would approach them in a way that
might be appropriate for these other orders but could
severely compromise their position within the precepts of
the order. Innocence was pleased, however, that her
Convent was based in the idyllic countryside where none
of these restrictions applied.
She would often go for walks in the woods with an
unusually clothed Sister Charity or with other nuns whom
she would meet at prayer. She liked to go to the hostels
where poor people stayed in tiny rooms with barely a rag
between them and dole out the clothes that the nuns made
with such love and dedication (knowing full well that many
of these clothes were then sold on for a profit for food and
these same wretches would be naked again). To a certain
extent, she felt quite satisfied with her lot, although she
still felt very much an outsider. Just denying her sexuality
and her physical attributes did not resolve them.
One of the more prominent Convents of the Order of St
Mary Magdalene the Prostitute was based in the district of
Brook, famous for its very relaxed attitude towards nudity.
In keeping with the order's general policy of integrating
with the community, the nuns in the Convent would
themselves be naked if it so suited their disposition - an
attitude not at all at odds with the abandonment of worldly
goods. It was not at all surprising to Innocence to discover
that Sister Charity had applied to transfer to this Convent,
and she was delighted for her when her transfer had been
accepted. On the evening of the day that the Mother
Superior had given her the written confirmation of the
transfer and the date on which her appointment
would commence, she indulged in a marathon
masturbation session which frightened even Innocence.
She flung herself bodily against the wall, thrusting her
fingers deep inside her anus and vagina while massaging
her breasts and nipples with her other hand and sinuously
pushing herself up and down. The noise of her passion
made meditation impossible for Innocence, but she didn't
wish to show her gladness for Sister Charity's happiness in
a more demonstrative way.
The following day, the Mother Superior called Innocence
to her study and surrounded by her books and the enticing
image of the saintly St Mary Magdalene, she explained to
Innocence that Sister Charity was to be escorted to the new
Convent as it was the policy of the Order that none of the
nuns should travel singly. And as Sister Innocence was
Sister Charity's closest friend and companion at the
Convent it was only meet and proper that she would be the
one who would do so. While at the Convent at Brook,
Sister Innocence would of course be expected to continue
with her duties of prayer and service to the
community although her stay would be necessarily brief.
Innocence expressed gratitude that she was honoured with
the trust given her, and went away looking forward to her
travel afield.
The two nuns travelled to Brook by coach on a journey that
took them over hills, through woods and along roads lined
by fields of fruit and vegetables where farmworkers tended
their crops. There was no border post marking the coach's
entry into the district - or none that Innocence could see -
but Sister Charity immediately brought it to her attention
that they'd entered.
"Look!" she said, excitedly pointing at a group of people
standing idly by the road, one of them with a small motor
scooter and the others apparently admiring it.
There was nothing peculiar about the scene at all,
Innocence thought at first, until she noticed that none of
these characters were wearing any clothes. In fact when
she'd noticed that, she soon became aware that more than
half the people the coach passed by - even the ones driving
cars or bicycles - were totally naked.
"We must be in Brook!" Innocence exclaimed.
The two nuns were not the only ones on the coach to
realise this, as many of them divested themselves of their
clothes. Perfectly ordinary people who really did not warrant
a second glance when they boarded the coach were now sitting
absolutely naked and chatting animatedly amongst themselves.
Sister Charity herself was dying to unclothe herself but she
decided that it was probably best to have disembarked at the
Convent before integrating herself more fully into her new
community.
The coach eventually drew into a bus station in the middle
of the small town of Divin, and the two nuns disembarked
into a seething mass of naked bodies. Even Innocence
felt very much overdressed in her robes and wimple in
this environment, but she was determined to retain her
secret for as long as she could. The two nuns asked for
directions to the Convent and soon set off by foot along the
winding road which led eventually to the imposing but
nonetheless welcoming majesty of the Convent which was
in what had once been a dilapidated castle. They were soon
through the door of the building and taken to Sister
Charity's room which she shared with three other
nuns. Sister Innocence was to stay in the same room for the
duration of her stay, and a bed was brought in for her
benefit.
Innocence soon found that the policy of casual nudity
was followed within the walls of the Convent as much as it
was outside. Indeed the only way in which the nuns could
be recognised as such was by their shaved heads and the
wooden crosses that dangled on their chests. Even the
Mother Superior, a woman nearly seventy years old, was
totally unclothed but nevertheless wore as much dignity as
Sister Innocence's own Mother Superior. Sister Charity
was soon as naked as most of the rest of new convent and
looked as naturally suited to her new conditions as any of
the others. Innocence, however, despite Sister Charity's
entreaties and the Mother Superior's example, didn't adopt
the custom of the other nuns.
This made her feel rather more of an outsider than she felt
before. She was trapped between appearing eccentric by
her insistence on remaining clothed, even at such times
where even the most modest of nuns were nude such as
meal times or prayer, and her reluctance to parade her
unusual attributes. She sought refuge from her confusion
by going to the Chapel and sitting on the pews to pray for
guidance from the Lord. However even here, where in her
normal convent even those such as Sister Charity were
strict in their observance of decorum, there was no
escape from an environment of relaxed or absent dress
code. As she sat with her hands in front of her face she
could watch other nuns nakedly performing their duties.
She then heard a choir rehearse a performance of a choral
tune and saw that they too were all naked, including
some very young girls who could not be old enough even
to be novices. Presumably they were children from the
community - perhaps those taught at the Convent school.
The surroundings of such nudity in what were still to her
incongruous settings inevitably caused Innocence's penis to
stir and push uncomfortably against her robe. Innocence
was unable to stand while her secret assets stood out so
prominently and she felt restrained by her faith
from relieving her embarrassment by masturbating in the
pews. So she had to wait nearly half an hour until the
swelling subsided and she was able to stand up.
She and Sister Charity were still able to go for walks
together where they studiously avoided discussion on the
very visible aspects of the community as they passed naked
couples, other naked nuns and others in the streets of Divin
and along the country lanes around the Convent. It was
while walking together that Innocence for the first time
saw two members of the Order of the Blessed Whores
indulging in their peculiar form of worship. The two
women were clearly nuns, and were in fact less naked
than Sister Charity. They had shaved heads and a cross
over their chest just like Sister Charity, but in addition they
wore black stockings with suspenders and very high stiletto
heels. This didn't appear very appropriate to Innocence. In
addition, they were being fucked quite openly by a group
of four men and begging for more to join.
"Fuck for Christ!" they pleaded, smiling and laughing.
"Show your love for Him by showing your love to us!"
"Disgusting!" snorted Sister Charity, visibly offended at
the sight of naked buttocks thrusting in and out of the nuns'
anuses. "How can they consider themselves virtuous if they
don't save their virtue for Christ!"
Innocence became used to the stares that followed her as
she walked around the streets of Divin. Although there
were many nuns who visited the town, most did not dress
as she did. Sister Charity often accompanied her and
attracted rather less attention. However, Sister Charity soon
found other companions and Innocence began to take more
pleasure in walking by herself. She was struggling with her
own thoughts. Wasn't there something a little odd, she asked
herself, in joining a Holy Order to find herself if to
remain in the order she had to pretend to be different
from what she was?
She wandered into a church in the town centre that always
gave her a reassuring sense of peace. She pushed open the
heavy door designed to keep out small birds and strolled
around the perimeter of the church gazing at the stained
windows and mediaeval statuary which clashed curiously
with more modern features such as the wooden notice
boards advertising missions in foreign lands and the
requests for donations to the upkeep of the Church. She
wasn't quite the only person in the church, as there was a
naked middle-aged couple also wandering about
and commenting to each other about the antiquity of the
church.
She was drawn as always towards the candles lit for
individual prayers and wishes. As she always did when she
was in a church, she selected a new candle, made a brief
prayer to herself for peace in the world (which nonetheless
felt inadequate for the inarticulate longings she actually did
feel) and then lit it with the flame of another candle before
placing it in an empty candle-holder. She closed her eyes in
passive contemplation after she'd reassured herself that the
candle would continue to burn.
"A penny for your thoughts, sister," commented a voice
beside her.
Innocence opened her eyes and looked at who it was who
was speaking. It was a black girl with hair grown wild like
a bush, no clothes at all and the shadow of unshaven hair
on her arms and legs. Innocence recognised her, but not
instantly. It was the eyes and broad smile partly obscured
by the bush of hair that triggered her memory.
"Purity!" Innocence gasped. "You live in Divin!"
Purity frowned. "Well not quite. Brook maybe. But how do
you know me, sister?"
"It's me! Innocence!" the nun declared to her former lover.
She pulled off her wimple to show her shaved head but
more importantly her otherwise obscured face.
"Innocence! A nun!" gasped Purity.
She stepped back and bumped her bottom against a pew.
"Ouch!" She rubbed her arse with her hand. "I would never
have believed that you..."
The two old friends left the church and wandered to a
nearby tea shop to continue their reunion. Purity still found
it odd that Innocence should have made such a radical step
as to join a Convent after leaving home with her sister, but
as she explained she too had changed since the two girls
were at school together. She was now living in a commune
of vegans in Sauterelle, a country district of Brook far
away from it all.
"We don't believe in unnatural things at all. We eschew
exploitation of all animals, including wearing leather and
eating animal products. We don't wear any makeup or cut
our hair at all. I don't shave my legs any more."
The more Innocence heard about Purity's commune the
more it sounded rather like the Convent that she served at
except that there was no apparent belief in God and the
rules of behaviour derived their legitimacy from mutual
consent and discussion rather than from a belief that they
were derived from the commands of the Lord. There was
also the very real distinction that in the Convent, Innocence
was meant to avoid carnal knowledge and maintain her
virginity, whereas there was no such belief in
Purity's commune. In fact Purity rather boasted about her
sex life which involved activity with men and women on a
casual understanding that evoked for Innocence the life
she'd left with Une and Chastity. Indeed, she could now see
that she was actually actively missing it.
Purity was visiting Divin for no particular reason. She had
just decided to leave the commune for a few weeks and see
more of Brook. "Sauterelle's not the whole of Brook after
all," she explained. She'd hitch-hiked across the district,
occasionally having to repay the favour of a lift with sex
("But only if I like the driver!" she explained). She only
happened to be in Divin because her last lift happened to
drop her there and until she'd met Innocence she'd really
seen no reason to prolong her stay. "It's pretty dull round
here!" she exclaimed.
"But there's some very pleasant countryside," Innocence
remarked. And so it was that after the two girls had
finished their tea and biscuits, Innocence and Purity walked
out of the town and into the woods above the town. Purity
didn't seem to mind that part of the way led through some
muddy paths and that she got mud caked on her feet. "It's
totally natural and good for the soles!" She remarked while
Innocence more daintily made her way around the puddles'
perimeters holding up her gown to prevent it
getting stained.
They were soon sitting side by side on a hillside looking
over the town of Divin and the Convent where Innocence
resided. "Doesn't this remind you of the first time?" Purity
asked Innocence. Indeed it did but Innocence made no
reply. This was a different time and a different place.
Purity leaned over with small traces of slightly damp
grass attached to the hairs of her arms and legs and stroked
Innocence lovingly on the face. "You never take your
clothes off do you?"
Innocence started. "What do you mean?"
"Even though you're in Brook, you never take your clothes
off," elaborated Purity.
"I can't! I couldn't!"
"Because of your beautiful prick?"
"I don't want people to know..."
"Don't be silly!" laughed Purity reassuringly. "I know!"
She stroked her mound of unruly pubic hair. "I know only
too well! And I still often think about it!" She kissed
Innocence tenderly on the lips. "You were my first true
love! And I still think the best!"
And so it was that Innocence gradually lost her inhibitions
and her clothes and for the first time since she was in
Brook she dressed in the way that seemed most
appropriate. It took Purity very little coaxing to convert
Innocence's small act of daring, hidden as they were from
view of other people, to full sex. Innocence's gown became
the blanket on which the two protected themselves from
the discomfort of the grass and small patches of mud and
became the playground on which they fucked for several
frantic hours. Innocence had forgotten how much she'd
needed sexual satisfaction and her balls seemed to have no
shortage of semen to release into Purity's cunt. There was
no part of Purity's body that she didn't re-examine. She
licked every rogue hair on Purity's legs. She rubbed off the
dried mud from her feet and licked the last traces off with
her tongue. Purity's mouth had developed a facility for
swallowing her penis that she'd never had while the two
were still at school and Innocence loved the tender squeeze
of her black lover's throat on the throbbing end of her
member, causing a sudden whoosh of semen that
startled Purity and almost choked her.
When they'd finished and Innocence collected together her
wimple and the gown that barely disguised her still excited
penis, she felt a betrayal towards her order.
"I'd sworn to dedicate my love to Jesus Christ!" she
sobbed.
Purity kissed Innocence full on the mouth. "I don't believe
that the Church is the best solution for you, my dearest,"
she said.
"But what is?"
"Somewhere where you'll be accepted fully for what you
are. Somewhere that you'll feel no pain about being
endowed in such an unusual way. Somewhere where you
feel you belong."
"And where is that place? In your commune?"
"Maybe. But then one person's solution is not necessarily
another's!"
VII
In Which we learn about the pains of Humility; and
Innocence leaves Religious devotion and we rediscover the
virtues of Chastity.
When Sister Innocence had returned from Brook to her
own Convent it was to find that Sister Charity's bed in
her room had been taken by a new nun, Sister Humility,
who seemed to take the literal meaning of her Christian
name very seriously indeed. In fact, the first time
Innocence met Sister Humility she was knelt down on the
floor with her robe pulled forward over her shoulders and
crouched on her feet, showing her bare back and her
buttocks. She was looking at Sisters Faith and Hope who
were, unusually, making love to each other without the
cover of their bedsheets.
This was odd, Innocence thought. Perhaps Sister Humility
had a similar desire to masturbate as Sister Charity and a
need for voyeurism to intensify her feelings. However, her
innocent interpretation was soon disproved when with a
sudden crack she saw Sister Humility's hand pop up
followed by a length of cord which slapped against her
back leaving a small trail of blood. Sister Humility was
beating herself.
When Sister Humility and the other two nuns noticed
Sister Innocence they greeted her, and politely finished
what they were doing. Sister Humility sat down on her bed,
with her robe still gathered up to her neck at the back but
covering the whole of her body at the front. For a woman
who seemed to enjoy self-abuse she had a curiously child-
like face with open blue eyes and a tiny nose. Sister Faith
sat behind Sister Humility and tended to the fresh wounds
that she had which were lost on a back full of scars from
previous beatings that stretched from her neck to the top of
her thighs. The scars were at their deepest and
most frequent between the shoulders and on her buttocks.
Sister Innocence learnt that her new room-mate
believed passionately in mortification of the flesh as being
the means towards salvation. As a result of daily punishing
her sinful lusts, she would purify her soul such that at the
Rapture the Lord's semen would arrive in her
uncontaminated by other lusts. She had persuaded Sisters
Faith and Hope, who cheerfully admitted an initial
reluctance, to help her in her self-mortification
by emulating the lust that she wished to ban from herself
and which she believed she would beat out of her.
"You can see," she admitted pointing to the many scars on
her back, "that my thoughts have been less than pure and
have required a great deal of humbling."
Innocence resisted pleas by her room-mates that she either
help Sister Humility in purging herself of her sinful carnal
desires by emulating masturbation or sex or purge herself
of such sins by similar self-mortification to that of Sister
Humility. In fact, now that Sister Charity had gone she felt
curiously lonely in the Convent. She realised now how
much she'd needed Sister Charity's friendship.
So, when she heard she had a visitor she at first thought
and hoped that it might be Sister Charity returning from
Brook. This, she admitted to herself, was unlikely as Sister
Charity had seemed almost deliriously happy in her new
home when they parted with a chaste kiss on the lips. She
had made many new friends - many of whom shared her
belief in the rightness of masturbating to thoughts of
Christ's ultimate entry into their body and soul. In Brook,
Sister Charity's views were not at all eccentric.
Her visitor was in fact Kedi whom Innocence hadn't seen
since she'd left Alice's home. She was dressed more
demurely than Innocence had ever seen her before - no
doubt as a mark of respect for being in a Convent.
However, the white cloth over her breasts and around her
crotch didn't detract at all from the beauty of her otherwise
naked body. She sat waiting on a chair in the reception
room with her legs crossed and swinging her bare feet
nonchalantly back and forth. She grinned widely as
Innocence came in and sat nervously opposite her.
Kedi explained that she had come to visit Innocence partly
on the bidding of Chastity who was wondering how her
sister was doing. She and Chastity were living together at a
house they were renting in Wonderground near where
Mouse and her parents lived, but she had been visiting
some friends in Brook and had stopped at the Convent as it
was en route.
"I thought you'd still be living with Alice and Dinah,"
commented Innocence.
"Well, Alice was very jealous and possessive, was she
not?" remarked Kedi. "And it was very difficult when you
and Chastity have left because Alice started to get upset
when Mouse began to sleep with me. I thought I ought not
to cause any more problems and when Chastity has come
to visit me and said we can live together I didn't refuse."
"How is Chastity?"
"Your sister seems very happy. Much happier than when
we have been together at Alice's. She says she is very much
in love with me. In fact she says she has never loved
anyone as much as she loves me now. But she says she
loves you very much. And she is very much thinking of
you now. Are you happy?"
Innocence nodded, but she felt that perhaps she didn't
express quite as much conviction as she might have done.
Kedi gazed sympathetically into Innocence's eyes and her
grin took on a slightly sadder tinge.
"Do you think you like to be a nun? I have been very
surprised when I had been told you become a nun. It must
be strange for you."
"Why strange?"
"With your special gift," Kedi said without embarrassment.
"And the life you and Chastity have led together: it has not
been life like many nuns. Are you not supposed to be a
virgin?"
"I am a virgin!"
"Perhaps," said Kedi diplomatically. "But Chastity thinks
that you must find it more difficult as one who has known
what it is like not to be a virgin or not very like one and to
be a nun. Are you sure you are happy?"
Innocence nodded ferociously. "As long as I serve my Lord
I am happy," she said fervently.
"Why?"
"Because I know that when I die I shall be raised to
Rapture and He will enter me and possess me and cover me
with his Holy Semen and push his Holy Member deep
inside me!"
"Won't that be painful for you!" laughed Kedi. "And
anyway I thought you have preferred the love of a
woman."
"Jesus Christ the Lord is different," insisted Innocence.
"It is the first time I have heard that He is a woman,"
smiled Kedi.
Kedi and Innocence continued talking in the reception
room and then, with the Mother Superior's permission, the
two went for a walk in the woods around the Convent. As
soon as Kedi felt that they were out of sight, she took off
her clothes which she complained were uncomfortable and
she walked along naked with Innocence holding her clothes
in one hand and her free arm around Innocence's waist.
Then, without warning, she let her clothes drop, wrapped
her arms around Innocence more passionately and pushed
her tongue deep inside Innocence's mouth. Taken
aback Innocence reciprocated, but then she struggled free.
"I can't!" she protested. "I'm saving myself for the Lord!"
"And just what have you got left to save?" asked Kedi, not
put off at all, putting her hands inside Innocence's gown
and grabbing her suddenly erect penis.
And so it was that Innocence found herself making love
with incredible passion with her sister's lover and as the
sweat poured down her breasts and the salt was licked off
by Kedi's tongue, reflecting on the commitment she still
felt towards the Order.
"Perhaps you should ask your Mother Superior to visit
Chastity and me," suggested Kedi afterwards as they sat
naked in the corner of a field by a small pond. "If you still
wish to stay in the Order after you have stayed with us,
then you will know for sure the extent of your commitment
to your faith."
"But I'll be misled!"
Kedi laughed and licked Innocence's ear with her tongue.
"We can only hope so!"
Sister Innocence's Mother Superior was very saddened
when Innocence confessed to her doubts that serving the
Order was best for her and accepted Kedi's advice that
Innocence visit her sister and her.
"We will of course pray for your soul and the hope that
whatever decision you make that you will be ready to
receive the Lord in Body and Soul at the Final Coming."
Innocence nodded meekly, and said that she hoped that the
Lord would come over all the members of the Convent
at the Final Reckoning. Innocence left Sisters Faith, Hope
and Humility feeling uncertain as to whether she'd ever see
them again. She then rushed out and off to the railway
station as fast as she could to hold back her thoughts and
her tears.
Her train journey to Wonderground took her by train, but
she knew when she'd entered the district as the dress of the
people there were just as Kedi had described. The men
wore double-breasted suits and the women nothing but
stockings, suspenders and stilettos, except for thick scarves
that covered most of their breasts and large floppy hats that
covered most of their faces. The quite disturbing effect
Innocence found was that attention was diverted to the
vaginas of all the women. None of these were shaved,
as had been an earlier fashion, but she could see that many
women had jewellery attached to them. Innocence felt
as inappropriately dressed as when she was visiting Brook,
but then she was a nun and in her Order it would have been
ostentatious to wear such clothes.
Innocence used a street map supplied by Kedi to find her
way through the suburban tree-lined streets - each identical
to the last - to find her way to the house where her sister
and her lover were staying. As she walked, her flat sandals
assisted her stride substantially better than the teetering
heels of most other women. When she found the house, it
was just one of many in a suburban terrace distinguishable
most by the poorer state of the paint on the front door and a
poster sellotaped to the inside of a window demanding
equal rights for blacks.
"Is this it?" wondered Innocence checking the number of
the house against the address Kedi had supplied her and
then ringing the door-bell. A muffled farting noise
signalled some rustling inside and the pushing aside of a
few locks. Then as the door opened she saw her sister
dressed herself in the stilettos, suspenders and stockings of
the district, but otherwise typically naked. Her hair was
tied back into a ponytail and flopped over her shoulder
down to her breasts.
"Come in! Come in!" her sister said hurriedly and then
fussed her into the living room.
Innocence sat down in a slightly worn armchair just by the
gas fire and just opposite a large but battered television.
"Make yourself at home, and take off some of your
clothes." Innocence took off her wimple to reveal her
shaved head, which alarmed Chastity.
"What have they done to you?" she shrieked. "You look
terrible! Why don't you put on some other clothes?"
"I don't have any other clothes," replied Innocence
honestly.
"They haven't been mistreating you, have they?"
"Of course not."
"But your hair..."
"I chose to sacrifice my hair for the Lord."
"Well, while you're here you can't dress like a nun."
"Why not? I can't go round naked, can I?"
The two sisters chatted together, and Innocence became
further aware of the extent of her sister's incomprehension
at her choice of vocation. However, she came round to
agree that it would be inappropriate for her to dress like a
nun while she was in a state of indecision as to whether to
remain one. When Kedi arrived, dressed as always in
nothing and making no concessions to the fashion of the
district, she suggested that Innocence stay naked at home,
but wear her gown when going out. Chastity tried to
persuade Innocence to dress more fashionably - at least
to wear stilettos and stockings - but Kedi sided with
Innocence.
"If she do not want to dress like that and if she wants to
hide her gift of the gods from curious strangers then she
has every right to do that."
As the days went by, Innocence began to feel her adherence
to her Holy Order was slipping past her. Perhaps, she
considered, her attachment needed the constant
reinforcement of being with other nuns and regular prayer.
However if her faith could slip so rapidly after such a brief
respite it may be that Kedi and her sister were right in
saying that a religious vocation was not for her. (Chastity
seemed to think that those who practised prostitution for
Christ might be on to a good number, although she didn't
like the idea of not being able to veto who you made love
to.)
At first, Innocence tried to resist the inevitable relaxation
of her behaviour, but it wasn't too long until she decided to
abandon wearing her gown altogether even though
she continued shaving her head as a mark of spiritual
respects. She decided to wear stockings and stilettos, but
also opted to wear a dress and knickers to cover her penis.
This made her seem quite eccentric, but not as eccentric as
she might have seemed otherwise. She felt a bit
uncomfortable in the district, and felt that she wasn't quite
ready to be so immediately immersed in the world outside
the Convent.
She'd already succumbed to Kedi's advances, so she was
unable to resist making love to her each night, which
Chastity initially seemed not to mind. "What matters is that
my darling sister is happy!" she professed.
After a while, Chastity seemed to get restless about her
lover dividing her time so diplomatically between the two
sisters. "I love you both," she complained, "but I get less
than half of your attention."
She gradually tried enticing Innocence into making love to
her, but her sister resisted her attentions quite firmly. In
fact, Innocence became quite forceful in physically pushing
her sister off her as she transferred her tongue from Kedi's
vagina to the penis that was energetically thrusting into it.
"When I make love to you," Innocence declared, "is the
time I will definitely have left the Order."
This time inevitably came, and when Chastity's mouth met
her sister's and she wasn't pushed aside she knew that
Innocence had left her religious vocation behind her. She
hid her thoughts from her sister as Innocence's penis
entered her for the first time that a penis had entered her at
all since she'd left Une's lovers behind. She trembled as
Innocence thrust away at her remembering their love
sessions in the past and Chastity's little preferences. She
orgasmed with a frightening intensity as Kedi and
Innocence brought her to one, then two, then three
and finally four climaxes. She shrivelled away with
postcoital exhaustion and predicted to herself that the
following day her sister wouldn't be shaving her head.
And this indeed was what happened, but Innocence had
made another decision. She brushed her hand over the
stubble on her head sitting on a chair with no clothes on
and staring over at Kedi and Chastity who were sitting
close together naked but for Chastity's stockings.
"I'm returning to Brook!" she announced.
"Returning?" wondered Chastity.
"I don't want to stay here," Innocence announced. "I need
to go somewhere somehow more pure. Somewhere with
simple principles."
"And you think you'll find them in Brook!" scoffed
Chastity. "You're just as unlikely to find salvation or
whatever you want in Brook as in a Convent. Brook is
nothing more nor less than a naturist's paradise. You surely
don't believe that nudity solves anything or makes things
better?"
Kedi sniffed. Her own attitude towards clothes was
culturally determined but no less firmly felt for that.
"If Innocence thinks Brook is the district where she is to be
happiest, then she must go!" she opined. "It is a more good
place than here. The people are more honest and more
open."
Innocence knew very little about such things as her only
real experiences of Brook were the Convent there and her
reunion with Purity - but these had impressed her. Perhaps
she could find herself in Brook like her schoolfriend lover
had. "I'm sure it will be good for me. And I must get away
from everyone I know and think for myself."
Chastity smiled indulgently. "I'll lend you some money to
start off with," she agreed. "But you'll have to get a job
while you're there." Chastity was earning good money in
her job in a shop selling computers, video and audio
equipment, and this together with Kedi's earnings as a
street sex entertainer and some office cleaning made just
enough for them to have saved enough money to be
relatively generous.
"When are you leaving?"
"As soon as I can!" Innocence announced, stroking the
unshaven hairs of her legs. She sipped slowly from her cup
of coffee. "I just feel I've got to get moving!"
VIII
In Which Innocence is found in a Vegan Commune; and
gains profit by untrammelled display to an unknown
public; and in which Dodie discovers Innocence in the
cool mountain air.
Innocence made the journey to Brook by train, waving
goodbye to her sister and Kedi and wearing the clothes she
thought best suited her destination. These were a pair of
baggy shorts, sandals and little else except for the rucksack
she had over her shoulders. She had decided that the
clothes of her sister's district were not really appropriate.
The train eventually surfaced in Brook and she
disembarked at the town of Sauterelle. She didn't know
anyone in Brook except her former lover, Purity, and she
thought it would be best to stay with her.
She didn't really know where to go when she arrived in the
town - it was much larger than Divin and there were no
signposts pointing to Purity's commune. She humped her
rucksack over her back and wandered through the streets of
thronging bare flesh forever glancing around in the hope of
seeing Purity's distinctive dark skin. Purity had given her
some very sketchy directions but they didn't seem at all
adequate as she paused by a street map just outside a
municipal building. She felt curiously conservative in a
town where almost all younger people were thoroughly
naked and she could compare her own hidden endowments
with those of all the men there. However, the street map
was of some assistance and she established that the way to
Purity's commune was several miles away. After a lot of
questioning and searching around, she eventually found a
bus which took her within two miles of the commune from
which she could walk.
She had curiously romantic views of what Purity's
commune would be like. She did not expect it to be in such
a very rundown farmhouse. Just outside, sitting in the sun,
were a naked couple in the distinctive unkempt appearance
that Purity had told her to expect: the man with a long untidy
beard obscuring what little of his face was not already covered
by his long hair and the woman's face similarly hidden by her
long curtains of hair. Innocence introduced herself to them.
"I'm looking for my friend Purity," she explained.
"Purity," mused the woman pushing a curtain of hair to one
side revealing a long nipple on a tiny breast. "I don't think
she's here at the moment. She's always going off all
over the place, isn't she?"
"Yes," agreed the man. "She's always travelling. I don't
think she's decided what she wants from Brook."
Seeing how disappointed Innocence was with her friend
not there and discovering that she really didn't have
alternative accommodation, the couple said that she could
stay at least until the evening when the commune could
discuss if she could stay longer. All decisions affecting the
commune had to be decided communally and there were
meetings every night for several hours concerning the
issues involved. "I think we spend more time talking about
what we can do than actually doing it!" remarked the man.
While Innocence waited for the evening meeting to start,
she was introduced to other people of the commune.
Everyone had let their hair grow freely, wherever there was
hair to grow, and Innocence felt very odd with only the
stubble of hair on her head which made her look thin and
slightly malnourished. They also wore no clothes at all -
not even robes or jewellery or shoes - making Innocence
feel even more distinct from her company. Not only
was there an attitude of naturalness in how people
appeared, there was a total openness about their sexual
behaviour. Several couples or groups of more than two
were indulging in sex when Innocence first met them, and
there was no attempt to stop for Innocence's sake. The man
would continue fucking away while chatting, totally
unembarrassed about it and totally unconcerned about any
sensitivity Innocence might have.
Innocence joined in the communal dinner which was a kind
of amorphous mush of boiled vegetables which tasted
overcooked and rather too spicy. There was no crockery or
cutlery used and Innocence had to dip her hand into a large
mound of tepid mush to take handfuls of the food and then
direct into her mouth what little of it didn't immediately
fall onto either the floor or onto her breasts. She began to
appreciate the lack of clothes as a way of keeping the
laundry duties low.
Eventually, and in a somewhat chaotic way, the meal
evolved into the communal meeting she'd been told about.
She sat through what seemed to her a very tedious
discussion between at most three of the twenty or so people
gathered there concerning the political and moral
perspectives regarding fairly mundane things such as a shit
rota, the division of shared spaces for the benefit
of women's freedom from male oppression and the need to
demarcate the commune from the road by some kind of a
sign. Almost all the discussions were unresolved and there
were no votes taken. One of the people who did most of
the talking had a habit of wandering well off any subject of
general interest to such subjects as her personal
relationships and her unsympathetic views on people who
wore wool or silk.
Innocence tried hard to appear as interested in the
discussion as she felt she ought to be, but she felt rather
disorientated and focused on the joints that were being
passed around and had more than once lost touch of what
the actual topic of discussion was supposed to be. It,
therefore, came as a bit of a surprise to become aware that
she was now the subject of conversation and that a man
with only a nose visible through the black and grey hair of
his face was trying to attract her attention.
"Do you agree or not, sister?" he was asking.
Sister? wondered Innocence, thinking for a moment they
must have thought she was still a nun, but then
remembered that everyone addressed each other as sister or
brother.
"With what?"
"You can stay in the commune for as long as you help with
the chores and preparing the food," prompted a man near
her whose attempts at growing a beard had resulted in only
a few sorry black wispy strands.
"And that you take off those disgusting clothes!" snorted
a rather fat woman with a rather large and furry birthmark
on her thigh.
Innocence didn't feel able to argue in her marijuana-
induced haze, so against her normal inclination she took
off her shorts and knickers and stood up shakily feeling a
little ridiculous. Her penis dangled down with no feeling,
but attracting a great deal of attention.
"I agree with everything you say," she said in a voice that
sounded rather incoherent and wobbly.
"Are you a brother or a sister?" asked one of the main
speakers.
"What a sexist question!" immediately snapped another.
"Gender is not important!" agreed another.
The meeting degenerated into a fervent argument - with
everyone in agreement - that Innocence's gender was not a
subject of discussion, dispute or voyeurism, while it was
quite clear to Innocence, as she slowly lowered herself
onto a bean bag, that she was the subject of all these things.
She sadly picked up her shorts and knickers and hesitated
over putting them back on again, but decided rather to pack
them hastily into her rucksack which was resting just
behind her.
"Don't worry about it, sister," said one man with a wispy
pale goatee and long pale hair. "You're accepted into the
commune."
"Am I?" wondered Innocence slowly stroking her penis and
watching with a kind of disinterested fascination as it
falteringly got larger.
She noticed as she masturbated herself that she
was watched with rather the same fascination as an animal
in a zoo, and nobody took the opportunity to join her. She
felt quite lonely as she came into her hands and allowed the
semen to trickle through her fingers and onto the floor.
Before long her consciousness left her and she collapsed on
the floor by her own little stain and amongst the spillage of
her dinner. All around her the meeting continued,
apparently regardless, concerning matters of awesome
triviality, which made staying awake
inconceivably difficult.
The commune seemed to be divided into a majority whose
work was concentrated entirely on the running of the
commune and felt a certain satisfaction in their separatism
from the outside world and those whose contribution to the
commune was to bring in the money they earned by
working. Perhaps because Innocence had never adopted the
commune by choice, she felt more sympathy with those in
the latter category. One of these was Bouche, a girl who
didn't even pretend to have no interest in Innocence's penis
but spent rather a lot of time admiring and discussing it. To
Innocence this actually felt better than the company of
most of the others who so studiously averted their attention
from her most prominent feature in a way that made
Innocence feel actually rather more self-conscious and
embarrassed. Most people in the commune, however,
avoided contact with her altogether.
Bouche was a petite girl with tiny breasts that were mostly
nipple and very girlish hips. Like all the girls in the
commune, she didn't believe in even the ostentation of a
ribbon in her hair but she did nonetheless plait her hair.
This meant that her face shone out rather than being
obscured by either a curtain or a mound of hair. She made
her living, Innocence was intrigued to find, in a
photographic studio.
"Are you a model?" Innocence wondered.
"No, not at all," laughed Bouche. "I don't think I've got
quite the right figure or features. And, anyway, I'd have to
shave my legs and get my hair styled to do that."
What Bouche did, Innocence discovered, was to fellate the
male models who posed for the studio. There wasn't much
of a demand for just nude models in the newspapers and
magazines of Brook as nudity was so widely visible, but
the demand for erotic or pornographic photographs was in
no way diminished because of that. What she did was help
at the studio by stimulating the penises of the male models
so that they were fully erect for the photographs that would
appear in women's magazines or newspapers. This
inevitably included semen shots, but these weren't always
used.
"It's not always very photogenic," Bouche explained.
A lot of people in the commune disapproved of Bouche's
source of income, but it didn't bother her. "They say it's
sexual exploitation and I'm contributing to it. But I'm not
the one being photographed and it's not like proper sex, not
like real pornography. And besides I enjoy it. I can give
several dozen blow jobs in a day. And I've become an
expert." She smiled indulgently at Innocence. "Here. Let
me demonstrate."
Innocence didn't mind as Bouche took her penis into her
hand and then with a mixture of caressing with her fingers,
licking with her tongue and manipulating her lips, throat
and teeth, bring it to a very full erection.
"The art of my work," explained Bouche when Innocence's
penis was as engorged as it had ever been, "is to bring the
penis to its maximum point and to hold it there for as long
a time as possible. And, my! You certainly are splendidly
endowed!"
Innocence also needed to earn some money. Her sister's
generosity was not sufficient for Innocence to stay in
Brook for very long, and she didn't feel too enthusiastic
about spending her time emptying latrines, preparing stews
and attending the interminable meetings. There was no
evidence of Purity returning yet, and Innocence felt she'd
rather see a little more of Brook than just Sauterelle. She'd
heard, for instance, of the snow-covered mountains of Les
Grandes Petites, and wanted the opportunity to visit them.
Bouche appreciated that and suggested to Innocence that
she pose for her photographic studio. "They mostly only
photograph men, but I'm sure they'd make an exception in
your case. And because you're so (let's face it!) unusual
you'll probably get paid a better rate."
Innocence had more than a few reservations about being
photographed by strangers and then to be viewed by many
more strangers in their magazines and journals, but Bouche
persuaded her that there really wasn't any pain involved.
"You don't have to spend more than a couple of hours in
the studio. And it'll be more than worth your while."
Innocence walked with Bouche into the town of Sauterelle,
feeling really very embarrassed with her penis dangling
between her legs. She hated the attention it attracted as she
walked by - some of it shock, some of it persistent
curiosity and some of it people simply turning their heads
to have a second look. She felt she'd been right to keep her
assets well-hidden and resolved to return to wearing her
shorts when she'd left the commune to see the rest of
Brook. It sometimes occurred to her that one of the other
reasons she was attracting attention was because of the
extreme shortness of her hair which was still only a few
days' growth.
The photographic studio was just above a shop in one of
the main streets in Sauterelle and very well equipped in
technical equipment. She didn't know the names of even a
fraction of the machines she could see but nonetheless they
were very impressive. The photographer was a small gay
man who wore a beret over his shoulder-length hair and
had a ring pierced through the foreskin of his long thin
penis. He had a curious habit of tweaking and stroking his
penis as he spoke but it gave no sign of having an
independent life.
"So you're Innocence," the photographer smiled. "You even
exceed the description Bouche gave me of you! I really
must take advantage of your kind offer. I've already
cancelled two other engagements. And if need be, I'll cancel
more." He took Innocence's balls in his hand and gently
bounced them up and down as if weighing them. "And
you're so very beautiful!"
The rest of the session took place in a room at the back
involving a bewildering array of backdrops and in which
countless lamps and cameras were pointed at Innocence.
The pattern of each session was much the same - and the
photographer insisted on several of these for which he
offered ever more tempting sums of money. The
photographer and Bouche chatted with Innocence on
subjects of bizarre inconsequentiality, such as the weather,
the football league or the design of a neighbour's shop-
front. All the time, Bouche would stroke her penis and
occasionally take it into her mouth as if waiting for a time
when it was ready. Then, as if an invisible and inaudible
signal had been transmitted, Bouche would start getting
more energetic with her fellatio and the photographer
would move towards his cameras talking all the time, but
interjecting his patter with comments such as "That's
right!", "You're doing fine!" and "It's coming on now!" As
this happened, Bouche's skilled attention caused her penis
to engorge to that almost bursting extent she'd succeeded in
achieving at the commune.
Then Bouche would disengage her mouth and hands from
Innocence's penis, but not her eyes, which she kept focused
on Innocence's eyes in a way that communicated love,
concern and encouragement. Innocence could see Bouche's
value to the photographer as she stayed under the gaze of
the photographer's rapidly shuttering camera with an erect
penis that seemed to have lost all memory of what it was
like to be small. It stayed erect for what seemed like
forever, while the photographer coaxed Innocence into
different sitting and standing poses with a variety of
backdrops he selected. Some of these backdrops featured
bedrooms or other rooms in a house. Some of these were
outside scenes of mountains, lakes or cities. Others were
completely surreal - such as outer space, mythical countries
or prehistoric environments. Sometimes Innocence would
be asked to hold her penis forward in some triumphant
pose. Sometimes to put a hand behind her stubbled head
with a coy smile. Sometimes she was asked to put a finger
in her anus and then to put it to her mouth or nose.
Occasionally, Bouche would intervene to give Innocence's
penis a little stroke or even to put the glans in her mouth to
keep her member in a sufficient state of excitement.
The session would end, again decided by Bouche's and the
photographer's experienced skill, with Bouche exciting
Innocence's penis exactly to the point of coming and then
Bouche would disappear out of camera shot as Innocence
masturbated off the drops of semen that she could squeeze
out of her. At this stage the photographer would come very
close to the top of Innocence's penis to make sure of
capturing the moment each stream of semen came free of
her penis and spurt forth.
After each session, Innocence felt no less exhausted than
Bouche and the photographer seemed to be, and quite
happily collapsed on the bed that was made available with
Bouche on one side and the photographer on the other, who
recommenced his comforting prattle. Innocence felt
somehow better for attracting so much attention to her
body, but also felt that this wasn't an experience she'd like
to repeat for a long time. Her balls ached in a curious way
and there was a very strong and rich smell given off by her
genitals.
However, Innocence was delighted by the cash she
received at the end of her day. It was far more than she'd
expected and more than enough for her to leave the
commune at Sauterelle and see Les Grandes Petites. That
evening, when she headed back to her hammock at the
commune after eating a hamburger and chips at a take-
away, in preference to the lentil and bean mush she'd
otherwise have to eat, she resolved to leave the following
day unless Purity appeared.
And as Purity was as far away as ever, Innocence found
herself several days later walking up the mountain passes
of Les Grandes Petites. It was wonderful to get away from
people! exclaimed Innocence to herself. It was a warm day,
but even so she could feel a little cool draught coming
down from the snowy peaks. She wore only the boots she'd
bought at a mountaineering shop at the nearest resort and
the rucksack over her shoulders in which she kept her other
clothes, a flask of coffee and some sandwiches. It was
with relief about a half hour earlier that she'd decided
she was sufficiently isolated from anyone's curiosity to
abandon the shorts she'd returned to wearing all the time
since she'd left the commune at Sauterelle. It was curious
to Innocence how her present nudity seemed to differ from
that of the commune where it had almost been a religion
rather than a preference. She wasn't too sorry to leave the
commune, its tasteless food and uncomfortable sleeping
arrangements, its overwhelming smell of body odour and
bad breath. But it was with sadness that she'd left Bouche
and she hoped that when she'd return that Purity would be
there.
The mountains were beautiful. She always felt she was
coming to the top of them but each time she reached the
top of a ridge there was always another much larger one
looming over it. Sometimes she paused and sat on the
coarse grass which intermingled with her pubic hairs
watching the view of Brook stretching out beneath her with
the inhabitants looking like tiny insects and their towns
like insect nests. Occasionally, she paused that little bit
longer to eat a ration of sandwiches, to read her guide book
or simply to lie on her back in the sun-warmed
stubbly grass and allow the sun to bake her breasts and
groin. Perhaps, she thought, I'll lose all evidence of the
whiteness that marks where I've worn my shorts.
The guide book she had was one which Bouche had lent
her and was written by someone who had an ideological
perspective on everything. Innocence found it a bit
annoying that there seemed to be nothing about Brook and
its landscape that didn't have a history of political struggle
or a contemporary ideological resonance associated with it.
After a while, Innocence reached the object of her walk,
which was to reach the glacier that marked the lowest
altitude at which she could expect to meet snow. She
walked up to the glacier and then gingerly trod into the
crunchy slightly thawing snow. She felt the coolness of it
on her ankles just over her boots. Then suddenly, with a
curious passion and impulsiveness she threw herself bodily
into the white crisp snow so she could feel it against her
skin. She luxuriated in the snow as she rolled around in it,
dripped it over her breasts and packed it against her groin.
Her penis responded to the cold by shrivelling to ever such
a tiny size. She felt it with her fingers. It was
curiously warm as a contrast to the ice in which it had been
dripped. This contrast was enough to stimulate it and soon
her penis was as large as it had previously been small and
she started unselfconsciously masturbating with her knees
sinking in the snow.
Not totally unselfconsciously though, as she suddenly
noticed someone also with extremely short hair watching
her from a rock just to the edge of the glacier. At first
Innocence thought this might be some kind of mirage and
she was looking at a mirror reflection of herself, as women
with such very short hair were rather unusual in Brook
unless they were nuns. But this girl had a very skinny body
with tiny breasts just like Bouche.
"Don't stop!" pleaded the girl when she noticed that
Innocence had spotted her. "I've really enjoyed watching
you! And you've got such a wonderful dick!"
Well really! thought Innocence. She wasn't masturbating
for this woman's pleasure. Crossly Innocence picked
herself up and waded through the snow away from her
partially melted patch towards where she'd left her
rucksack.
"Don't go! Please!" pleaded the girl standing up.
She, like Innocence, was wearing only boots and a
rucksack, but there was a glimmer shining from her crotch
and nipples that really didn't seem very natural. Innocence
paused briefly, but then continued. Why did her days of
solitude have to be disturbed so?
"You're Innocence aren't you?" shouted the girl. "I've heard
so much about you!"
Innocence started. How did this total stranger know her?
Was it those photographs she'd had taken of her? Had her
freakish fame spread so far? The girl ran towards her, and
Innocence could see further glimmerings from the brilliant
sun through the ice-blue sky reflecting from what she could
now identify as body jewellery. And such a lot of it! Her
ears seemed to be a mass of earrings. A ring through her
nose. Great round rings through her nipples and a
collection of shiny gold and silver metal attached around
her groin. A woman clothed only in precious metal.
"I'm a friend of Mouse's!" announced the girl. "My name's
Dodie! I knew you were in Brook. Your sister told Mouse
about you leaving. I never expected to see you though! And
you do have the most wonderful prick!"
Innocence stood by her rucksack on the grass looking
bemusedly as Dodie herself stepped out of the snow and
her brilliantly edged shadow obscured the few flowers
surrounded by melted snow.
"It's beautiful! I must touch it!" gasped Dodie, coming to
within feet of Innocence. Dodie reached out her hand and
took the round mass of Innocence's testicles in her palm. "It
feels so firm and sure! You must be the luckiest girl in the
world!"
Innocence wasn't sure that she felt like that, but she
settled down in the grass next to Dodie and allowed her to
put her arms around her and to caress her breasts and
stimulate her penis. She'd had so many hands caress her
that she somehow didn't mind a couple more, even from
someone who only knew her by report and whom she'd
never heard of before.
"You've got Cafard's classic guidebook!" exclaimed
Dodie, suddenly taking one hand off Innocence's penis and
reaching for the guidebook Bouche had lent her which was
lying just by Innocence's sandwiches. "How wonderful!
And I didn't know you were at all political! But then
Mouse wouldn't know would she!"
Innocence reflected on the truth of that - Mouse hadn't
the slightest interest in political, social or ethical
matters. However, Innocence wasn't especially marked for
her political interests either.
"It's not mine, I'm afraid! I'm borrowing it!"
"Don't you find it puts Brook into perspective though?"
remarked Dodie detaching her other hand from Innocence's
left breast and used it to support the book on her lap.
Innocence felt slightly discarded by this sudden change of
Dodie's attention. Her attention was focused on the
rings and studs embellishing Dodie's groin and hidden
tantalisingly within the bush of her pubic hair. "People
think of Brook as just being some kind of naturist holiday
resort. A place where you can take your clothes off and
fuck in public. But it's so much more than that! It's a whole
history of political struggle for freedom. A struggle to
retain its own distinctive identity in an unsympathetic
nation."
Innocence's mind wandered as Dodie concentrated her
thoughts on politics, and she let her gaze return to the hills.
The political struggle wasn't there at the moment, she
thought. What there was was the swerve and sweep of
swifts, the song of birds hidden in trees, the ticking of
cicadas in the distance and the shadows of the mountains
etched against the deep blue of the sky. She gradually
became aware of hands attaching themselves to her thighs.
She looked down to see Dodie, who had taken off
her boots, kneeling in front of her, resting a hand on each
of her thighs, looking imploringly up at her.
"May I?" Dodie asked in a curiously submerged voice
glancing pointedly at Innocence's penis. Innocence nodded.
She stayed transfixed by the view while Dodie's mouth
engaged itself on Innocence's penis with a passion that
she'd not experienced since she'd last made love to Mouse.
Dodie wasn't as technically proficient at fellatio as Bouche,
but there was no doubting her passion or the joy in which
she licked up the semen that eventually came pumping
forth and threatened to stain the scenery.
IX
In Which Innocence is restored to Purity; the beauty of
Innocence is immortalised on film and Purity and
Innocence are exposed to the virtues of great wealth and
proportion.
Dodie and Innocence were staying at different resorts on
opposite sides of the mountain where they met, so, despite
Dodie's entreaties that they stay together and further what
she said was potentially a beautiful relationship, Innocence
returned to her hotel room to spend a few more uneventful
days in the shadows of Les Grandes Petites. She soon felt the
need to return to the vegan commune in the hope that
Purity would have returned. The thought of being with
Purity once more filled Innocence with a warmth of
expectation and desire.
When she returned, she carefully removed her clothes
before coming within sight of the commune as she didn't
wish to attract the approbation of the more fundamentalist
commune members, although she was aware that the stares
she got were no less pronounced than before. She felt
nervous as she walked towards the main farmhouse, her
penis shrivelled from anxiety and aware that although her
hair had grown to nearly a centimetre in length it was still
very short in the eyes of her company. She was delighted,
though, when Purity hurried towards her smiling
with her arms outstretched. In less than no time Purity's
arms were around Innocence's naked body and they were
kissing each other full and long.
"I'm so pleased you came here!" Purity exclaimed. She ran
a hand down Innocence's stomach from the hollowed
recess of her navel, over the flatness of her stomach and to
her penis. "And you can see that you have nothing to fear
of being naked here! Isn't it so much nicer?"
Innocence let her eyes drop down to her waist where the
whiteness of her skin around the groin clashed
determinedly against the opaqueness of Purity's skin. She
was very conscious of the lack of sun she'd allowed against
her lower body and how untanned she seemed in contrast
to the others.
Innocence enjoyed her stay at the commune much more
now that Purity was there to share it with her. She and
Purity slept in the same room and the same bed in the
commune. At first she was alarmed that she would have to
share the bed with two others: a fat woman with an
unfortunate propensity to fart and belch for which she
never apologised nor gave any warning, and a very skinny
man with a very thin penis and a wispy apology for
a beard.
Innocence soon found out more about the sexual ethics of
the commune which she found she was expected to
participate in. This was principally that one would never
have exclusive partners - this was considered a great vice
leading to jealousy and selfishness. And also one had to be
very open about one's sexual behaviour and pay no
attention to anyone else's presence when making love. This
meant that at any moment and at any time Innocence would
stumble across two or more people making love with each
other making no allowance for the nuisance the flailing
of their limbs or their ecstatic gasps would make. Another
feature of the sexual ethics was that there was apparently
no concept of aesthetic choice in whom one made love with -
and most certainly gender, race and age were not to be used
as grounds of discrimination either.
As a result, she often found Purity in the throes of
lovemaking with the most unattractive people, and usually
at some time in the night during, after or before Purity and
she had made love together. She might be deep inside
Purity, her bottom trembling with ecstasy, sweat clinging
to her chest and Purity's vagina clasped tightly to her penis
(Purity had quite a grip which she used to great erotic
effect). Then Innocence would notice a hand grasp her
testicles, or another tongue probe the entrance to her anus
as her buttocks were gently parted, or see another
penis appear in front of her face to be greedily gobbled by
Purity. Sometimes there might be four or five people
gathered around Purity and her participating in
their activity with no prior invitation to do so.
Innocence knew that her attitudes towards sex were
definitely not as liberated as they ought to be. She found
some of the partners she made love to distinctly
unattractive. They might be grossly obese with layers of fat
around the top of their thighs and contrasting tiny hands or
feet. They might be painfully thin with breasts more like
fat sausages with hairy nipples at the end. There were
penises that barely made any impression when erect -
perhaps half an inch long and spurted uncontrollably and
often into her face. There were those who made no effort to
clean the shit from their bum after they'd excreted leaving
unpleasant dried and sometimes moist brown faeces
trailing between their cheeks. A common feature of
members of the commune was their lack of physically
attractiveness - Bouche and Purity were very prominent
exceptions and this possibly explained their popularity as
partners. This common feature was partly obscured by
the curtains of hair over the face and shoulders, but not
assisted in many cases by the untrimmed facial hair.
Innocence wasn't getting to enjoy the meals or the meetings
any more. The meals were distinguishable only by the
strength of the herbs and spices that were mixed in,
sometimes so strong that however hungry she happened to
be she was unable to digest the food at all. The meetings
became, if anything, more tedious as she became more
familiar with the topics of conversation. Frequently, in any
case, she would find her attention diverted from the
meeting as Purity or another person would start stimulating
her penis or even suck it off in full view of everyone.
Purity was not one of those in the commune who spent
most of her time working in the fields or cooking. She was
one of those who went outside and worked in the
community. She was almost openly dismissive of the
majority of the commune who never ventured outside its
grounds.
"They might as well be anywhere! Why bother to live in
Sauterelle?" she would say.
Innocence was never completely sure what Purity did to
earn money, although Purity never deliberately hid the
source of it. It just seemed to differ every time. Sometimes
she would earn money at a shop selling incense, tarot cards
and joss-sticks. Sometimes at a market stall selling
mystical books. Sometimes at record shops or factories or
cleaning streets.
"I'm very resourceful!" she admitted.
When she was at the commune, she spent most of her time
with Innocence but often she didn't come back leaving
Innocence feeling lonely and friendless. Only Bouche
would give her any great attention when Purity wasn't
around. Somehow, Innocence's very obvious difference
meant she could only be approached when she was already
occupied with Purity.
Bouche couldn't be around all the time of course, so often
Innocence would help at the commune in peeling turnips,
boiling carrots or tilling the soil with the wooden
instruments that they made themselves and
somehow preferred to those that could be bought at shops.
Often she would sit in her room watching life go by
through the window of her room. Sometimes, she would be
watching people making love, but usually she just watched
mundane activities and the games of the animals.
Because of the commune's disapproval of clothes, she felt
nervous about venturing into Sauterelle where her penis
attracted so much attention and which she couldn't hide.
When she did venture, she would try her best to obscure it
with her hands or a bag, but it was very uncomfortable to
keep up her guard in this way. Her hair was growing longer
though. She no longer looked like a nun but her hair was
too untidy to make her look at all stylish. She viewed
herself in shop mirrors (there were no mirrors at
the commune as such vanity was discouraged) and longed
to be allowed to style the awkward mass of inch-long hair.
"What you need to do," Purity advised Innocence, "is to
earn some more money and work in the community."
"Doing what?" asked Innocence. "Photography?"
Purity smiled. "Why not?" She leant over to Bouche who
was sharing the bed with them at that stage. "Any
suggestions?"
"I might be able to help," Bouche answered, looking up
from the fat short penis she'd been stroking. "I'll ask
around."
Bouche's photographer friend didn't have any work at
present. He was still selling prints of the previous sets of
pictures, but he said the pictures had generated a fair
amount of interest. "Women so well endowed aren't that
common even in Brook!" he explained. However, a day or
so later Bouche was able to tell Innocence of work that
both she and Purity could participate in.
"It's a film that someone's making about life in a small
village or something," she explained. "Or is it about some
court case. Anyway, they're very interested in incorporating
Innocence in some scenes to add some extra interest. And
also they want someone to help with the fuck scenes."
"I don't want to fuck in front of the camera!" gasped a
horrified Innocence.
"No, not you," smiled Bouche. "It's the main star. She's
black and she also doesn't want to be filmed fucking. So
they want some black girl just for those scenes."
"Fucking in front of a camera never bothered me!" laughed
Purity. "Anything for money. Within reason of course."
So the two girls accompanied Bouche to the set of the
film which was in a small village, Escarbot, just outside
Sauterelle. The director was a lanky tall gentleman who
wore only a waistcoat and a shade over his eyes. He was
very impressed by Innocence's appearance and was even
more attracted by her cinematic potential when Bouche
demonstrated that her penis was fully functioning. "It's a
shame I'd never heard of you before," he
commented, "otherwise I could have made a whole film
around you. The most I can do at present is to get a scene
or two written in which you're incorporated."
Innocence's appearance was indeed appropriate for the
present film in that as a result of living in the commune she
had a very rustic appearance about her. Particularly with
regard to her short unkempt hair and the tan she was
developing from staying out in the sun so much. The role
in which she was cast was essentially as a village eccentric.
Originally, the village eccentric was to be eccentric by
virtue of being an invalid.
"But that wasn't very cinematic," explained the director.
"We wanted a character that was somehow odd. A leper. A
village idiot. A eunuch. We considered lots of alternatives.
But you're just perfect. And sexy too!"
Innocence wasn't required to do a great deal of acting as
such. Her lines didn't amount to very much and were
certainly not too many for her to memorise. Mostly she
was just filmed in positions that could be incorporated
where appropriate in the film later. Great attention was
paid to her penis to ensure that it was easily visible but
not too blatantly so. Bouche's skills were employed here to
give it the right touch of tumescence that was required for
the big screen.
Innocence enjoyed having make-up put on her - a thing
that Purity was adamant on refusing for herself. She
watched herself in the mirror as her face and body were
touched up to suit the demands of the camera. She thought
to herself that when she'd been paid for the film, the first
thing she'd do would be to go to a beauty salon and get her
hair cut properly. Here, the hair was trimmed only so much
that it would look appropriately untrimmed but still
cinematic.
Purity's role was much more basic, and consequently she
was able to avoid being made up. In the film, the lead
character was a black woman who was married to a man in
this small village where there was considerable racial
prejudice. Part of the irony was that the black woman was
not accepted into the community because of her being
different whereas the character played by Innocence who
was no less different (and in fact probably a great deal
more so) was. By some series of complications, this
led to a court case and a tragic end to the
film, but none of these scenes concerned either Purity or
Innocence. These weren't to be filmed in the village of
Escarbot and the sex scenes didn't involve the black
actress.
The actress didn't blanche so much at the fellatio scenes -
although the director pointed out that these would probably
have been modified had she objected. So the filming of the
sex scenes would continue with the male actor (or at
least his member) getting quite excited as she slobbered
about with his balls and his prick. Bouche was very
dismissive of her technique.
"She'd never get a job like mine," she sniffed. "Look at
the amount of wasted film there'll be. It's taken her nearly
ten minutes to get it to that size! And I don't think she
could she could get it any bigger!"
Then Purity would step into the fuck scene. The black
actress would step to one side wiping her full lips clean of
the taste of the male actor's penis. She would wander off to
the changing room where she would clean her teeth to
remove every last trace from her mouth. In the meantime,
Purity would move into place in the film set and her film
lover would insert his now erect penis into Purity's cunt.
Purity and the actor would improvise the rest of the scene,
which Purity would succeed in prolonging to at least ten
minutes and several quite different positions. Purity
was particularly keen on anal fuck scenes as she'd been told
by the director that if they were included in the final cut it
would increase her bonus, but she was sensitive enough not
to reduce the standard vaginal shots to too few a number.
While they were fucking, the camera operators would run
around taking shots of almost only the genitals from many
different angles. They seemed to get dangerously close to
the action, but Purity was sufficiently used to having sex in
public not to appear in the slightest bit concerned.
"That was excellent, Darling!" exclaimed the director
afterwards. He'd been watching the fucking through the
monitors connected to the camera that was filming and by
means of which he'd been co-ordinating the activity.
"You're a real professional! We've probably got enough
material in that one shoot not to need to take it again! Ace!
Brill!"
The director then explained how the footage would be
incorporated into the film. The black actress would later be
filmed with the actor feigning sex in various positions that
fitted in with the penetration and ejaculation shots, and
these would be intercut with the scenes with Purity. "No
one will be any the wiser!" he said. "Nobody will be able to
tell the difference between one black fanny and another!"
However, he commented that the unshaved legs and the
mass of hair on Purity's head might complicate some of the
shots. "Darling Papillon religiously shaves her legs,
so we'll have to carefully edit out any glimpse of yours,
Darling. You've got delicious legs - absolutely super! - but
the hairiness just won't be right!"
Purity and Innocence lived together at the film set for
several days and didn't venture back to the commune at all.
Bouche felt much more loyal to the commune and went
back every evening. She complained that she was
underworked, but not about the pay. Although there was a
need for erect or slightly tumescent penises in the male
cast, this was not for all scenes.
Most of the film had no sex content at all, and indeed the
cast wore more clothes on set than off. The director
admitted that the film could have been filmed almost
anywhere in the country and there was nothing very special
about Brook except that the liberalness of the environment
meant that there had developed a very
healthy pornographic film industry and consequently a lot
of ancillary film services.
Innocence was delighted when she got paid. There was
more than enough for her for a long time and she'd got a
film credit as well! She'd definitely be looking forward to
seeing herself and her penis on the large screen.
"All I'll see of myself is my cunt and arse!" sniffed Purity,
who, although she'd earned less than half of what
Innocence had earned (even with her anal sex bonus!),
was pleased with what she'd got. The worry Innocence had
related to returning to the commune.
"I don't think I want to go back!" she confessed.
"Why not?" wondered Purity who seemed genuinely
concerned at parting from Innocence. Their time together
in Escarbot had been passionate and very enjoyable.
"I don't like it. I don't like the food. I don't like
the meetings. I don't like a lot of the people. And I don't
like feeling like a freak!"
Purity seemed quite upset. "I'd no idea it was so bad!"
"It's you I love! Not the commune!"
At that, Innocence and Purity made a very tearful decision
to part: Purity back to the commune, whilst Innocence
resolved to return to her sister and her sister's lover. She
felt that in their company she would be better accepted
than anywhere else.
Purity admitted that she wasn't sure how long she intended
staying with the commune. "It's my life at the moment. It's
not easy to leave!"
Innocence kept true to her earlier resolve. She returned
to wearing shorts to hide her penis and went to a beauty
parlour to have her hair cut and styled. When she left with
tastefully applied rouge on her nipples and a blonde bob,
she felt curiously liberated, but resolved to see more of
Brook before returning to Chastity and Kedi.
Before she left Brook, Innocence arranged to meet Purity
again for a last drink at a cafe bar in Sauterelle, known as
the Rampant Lion, an occasion Innocence knew would be
very sad.
"You will come and visit me?" she insisted of her black
lover.
"And you'll come back to Sauterelle?" Purity responded.
The Rampant Lion was a place of glass, ivory and lush red
velvet upholstery only half full of mostly young people
who were without exception naked. Innocence, in fact, was
the only one whose genitals were covered, but the shorts
she was wearing were so tight that with the exception of
the crotch her beautiful figure wasn't obscured at all. She
had heard somewhere that in Brook there was no visible
class distinction or any other kind because everyone was
equally as bare, but Innocence no longer believed this.
Purity very much stood apart and not just by virtue of
her skin colour. No one else paid so little attention to the
state of their hair or the hirsuteness of their limbs. No one
else at this rather pricey retreat wore anything as basic as
nothing on their feet. And everyone wore at least a bit of
make-up - if only to highlight the nipples or to accentuate
the toe or finger nails, or just to enliven the lips of their
vaginas. Innocence felt obliged to go to the counter each
time to buy the drinks so that Purity wouldn't be
embarrassed by any rudeness from the bar-staff.
Innocence was sat perched on the stool by the bar, with
her reflection staring at her from both the mirror behind the
bar and the one that covered the bar counter itself, waiting
for the barmaid to finish serving another woman who
seemed to be buying for a group of ten other women. They
were probably office girls on their lunch break, but from
the hoots and gales of laughter that erupted on occasion
from their table Innocence wasn't sure that they weren't
midday partygoers. Then she heard a girl who was between
her and the one being served draw in her breath and give a
soft whistle just below her voice. This was accompanied
by "Would you ever believe that!" coming from the table
of office-girls. Innocence turned her head to see what was
attracting the attention.
It was a large well-built man, as unshaven and hairy as any
of the men at the commune but with a red richness of hair
that didn't look at all unkempt, but indeed rather grand and
majestic. Like all the other patrons he was naked, except
for the bag he was carrying over his shoulder, which he
hoisted off as he made his way to the bar. It was not the
attractiveness nor the hairiness of the man that was
attracting so much attention, however, as the size of his
limp penis dangling majestically between his legs. It was at
least ten inches long over a pair of equally majestic
testicles. Innocence had never seen anything like it. Her
own penis was nothing like as large as that.
When the gentleman arrived, he was served directly
before Innocence even though she'd been there first - but
she didn't mind as it gave her more opportunity to examine
his magnificent endowment. The girl who was standing
next to Innocence started chatting idly with him. Innocence
herself had finally got served and picked up the two
cocktails she'd ordered.
"Haven't I seen your photograph?" suddenly remarked the
gentleman to Innocence.
She started. Did he mean the photographs taken by
Bouche's photographer friend? That was always possible.
"I don't know," Innocence answered slightly blushing.
"Where might you have seen it?"
"At a friend's home," commented the gentleman in his deep
voice. He frowned while trying to remember where it
might have been.
"Was it in a magazine?"
"No, not a magazine. Although it wouldn't surprise me at
all to discover that a beautiful woman such as you were a
model. No, it was a photograph in a frame. Are you a
friend of a woman called Une, by any chance?"
Innocence started. "Well yes I am."
She knew the photograph he meant and she also knew that
it showed her totally naked with her penis on full display
with Une in her white gown gently stroking it. So this
gentleman knew her great secret!
"You must be Innocence. I've been told so much about you.
My name's Leon. May I join you?"
"I'm with a friend," explained Innocence in a way that was
more an invitation than a statement.
She and Leon walked up to the settee where Purity was
sitting and looking terribly bored. She was flicking through
the pages of a woman's magazine that was supplied by the
cafe-bar containing recipes, knitting designs and pictures
of men with fully erect and slightly shiny penises. It was
with such a page being open that Purity raised her head
to virtual eye-level to Leon's penis and was instantly taken
aback.
"My god!" she gasped, accepting the cocktail from
Innocence's hand. "Is it real?"
"Is what real?" laughed the gentleman still standing
while Innocence sat down next to Purity.
"Your prick. Is it real?"
Leon laughed and looked around the bar where other
patrons averted their eyes guiltily. "Feel it and see!"
This Purity did without any shyness. "It's amazing. And
exactly the right proportions. The weight of these balls."
She weighed them in her palm and pinched one. It was
almost the size of a snooker ball. "Does it work?"
"I'm not going to show you now whether it works or not,"
teased Leon, pulling a chair towards him and sitting down
on it.
The conversation soon roamed away from Leon and his
assets, and, although he gently hinted at his knowledge of
Innocence's unique attributes, it stayed generally away from
genitals altogether. Leon lived in Brook, partly, he said,
because of the weather and the people, and partly because
of the difficulty of finding a pair of trousers or underpants
that were appropriate elsewhere. "I'd probably have to wear
a kilt or toga otherwise!" he joked.
He'd not always lived in Brook, but it was here that he
had started his business and although it had branches
throughout the country it remained based there and so did
he.
When the evening ended, Leon invited the two girls back
to his hotel room in Sauterelle which they were glad to do.
It was a full suite in the Hotel Abeille with a beautiful view
over the town of Sauterelle to the mountains and sea
beyond. Innocence had never seen so much luxury before
and was completely overawed, but not Purity who was in
next to no time on top of Leon's penis sucking away at it.
Innocence was alarmed as his penis stirred and grew and
grew and grew yet more. The length of it was at least as
long as Purity's arm from elbow to wrist.
"Have a taste!" invited Purity.
Shyly Innocence, still in her shorts, crawled over the silk
sheets of Leon's bed and with a little temerity applied her
lips to the underside of Leon's prick, which noticeably
stirred. The two girls licked and sucked around the
enormous mass of penis. Innocence put as much of it in
her mouth as she could and that was barely the glans.
"Take off your shorts," suggested Leon. "I know what you
have to offer!"
Innocence smiled shyly but undid the belt of her shorts
and pulled down both shorts and the knickers underneath
revealing her own very stiff and excited penis that
nonetheless looked very small indeed compared to that of
Leon. He bade Innocence to turn her body round and put
her penis into his mouth while she and Purity continued to
massage his. At one stage, Purity attempted to get some of
it into her cunt but no more than seven or eight inches of it
could get in her and it was clear to Innocence that although
she was terribly excited and well juiced it was causing her
a certain amount of pain. Tenderly Innocence eased
Leon's penis out of her cunt and licked the lips with her
tongue.
When Leon came, it lasted several minutes as spurt
followed spurt. There was so much semen stored and
waiting to come out that it couldn't be relieved in just one
go. Semen spread everywhere. Purity had a mouthful and
Innocence too and still their bodies were covered in the
sticky lubricating stuff, the sheets clearly stained. This
stain was not alone because in amongst the spurts of Leon's
semen Innocence's own also spurted free into Leon's mouth
and trickled down Purity's face. Never in their lives had the
two girls seen so much semen.
And then Leon's penis shrivelled gradually back to its
original ten inches. But everyone was too exhausted to
repeat the exercise. Innocence's mouth and jaw ached from
the strain of putting such a large firm thing inside it.
Purity's groin throbbed and ached and there was blood
where some of her inside flesh had torn in the exercise.
("My second maidenhead!" she joked looking at the blood
smeared on her hand.) Leon was the least exhausted of the
three of them, but he made no attempt to re-initiate the
lovemaking. Instead he tenderly kissed the two girls, told
them that they could stay the rest of the night and that the
bathroom facilities were theirs whenever they wanted
to use them.
X
In Which the virtues of Innocence are exposed to and
enjoyed by the young and untutored; Innocence returns to
Chastity carrying the pleasures of youth, which learns of
the values of theatre and party-going; Chastity is
introduced to the home of youth, where new and exciting
ways of living are discovered.
Zipper had never seen a woman with a willy before. Not
that he'd not seen plenty of willies, and not just those of his
friends. Although he was only eleven years old, he was
quite an expert on willies. He'd sucked and licked so many
of them - short fat ones, long thin ones, tiny ones smaller
than his own, and of course exquisite perfectly
proportioned ones like Innocence's. This knowledge and
experience didn't come by chance of course. Like many of
his friends, cocksucking was his sole source of income.
He had got very depressed and upset while living with his
parents - the way they would tie him up and shove things
up his bottom. They'd been doing it for years and some of
the things they put up him were extremely uncomfortable.
The worst was his own daddy's willy, but at least his daddy
had given him practice in what proved to be a fairly useful
skill for earning money. His mummy was just as bad, even
though she didn't have a willy to stick inside him. His own
willy was often as sore as his bottom after his parents had
been playing their games with him, with little tooth marks
and scratches all over his willy and bollocks. When
he found that Bouncer, a friend of his, had parents who
also played funny games like that, the two of them ran
away from home and lived in the streets where they lived
by nicking things and begging.
However none of this really provided much of a living.
Zipper couldn't buy toys or afford a telly or any computer
games. However, he'd still managed to find a squat where
he and his friend and four other children of the street were
able to stay. The six of them all shared a large double bed -
a mix of four boys and two girls. There was Zipper and his
friend. Two of the others, Shitbum and Twat, were brother
and sister and twins, but they always shared each other's
willy or fanny. The twins were fourteen years old and
the oldest of the six of them. The remaining boy,
Toothpick, was thirteen and had lost a hand and some of
his arm in an accident. The other girl, Annie, was very
sweet, only eleven, and had a very bushy head of curly hair
which obscured her face whenever she was sucking off
Zipper or any of the other boys.
None of the children seemed to be making much money
from nicking things, although they'd nicked a nice video
player (but no television or video tapes). Then one day the
twins came back with a lot of money. They'd made it by
having sex with a really fat ugly man. Twat had been
sitting in the park playing with herself as usual (which is
why she'd got her name) when this man said he'd pay her
five guineas to put his willy in her. Twat was not a pretty
girl - very skinny with a long nose - but she reckoned this
bloke didn't really care about appearances. She didn't want
to be with the man by herself so she asked if her brother
could accompany her. He agreed and even paid an
extra five guineas for the two of them. It seemed a good
scam. And it really didn't last very long.
Not very long afterwards, the two twins started
selling themselves for sex on a regular basis - and this
encouraged Zipper and Bouncer to do the same. Annie
and Toothpick weren't too keen on it. Annie because she
didn't want a willy inside her and she didn't want to put her
lips on strange willies. "They'll taste funny!" And
Toothpick thought it was all very horrid. Anyway, he made
a lot more from begging than the others.
At first, Zipper found sucking, licking, tonguing and
swallowing penises rather unpleasant - although there was
a novelty value. They certainly did smell and taste very
funny. Not at all as nice as Bouncer's or Toothpick's. Some
were worse even than Shitbum who always seemed to get a
bit of shit stuck in the hairs around his bottom. After a
while, though, he got rather used to it. And it brought in a
lot more money. The children didn't have to steal any more,
and were able to buy a big colour television, a computer
games console, a hi-fi and plenty of video and audio tapes
and discs. They were even seriously thinking about moving
out of the squat and renting a flat somewhere. After all, they
were making more than enough in a single day to afford
a flat for a whole month. They had all the sweets, pizzas
and hamburgers they could want and the twins were even
smoking cigarettes and drinking beer.
It was all very good fun, and the only penalty was getting a
mouthful of spunk or a sore bottom. And Zipper had got
worse than that from his parents without them paying him
anything at all.
Zipper, Bouncer, Twat and Shitbum found that the best
place to get business was in the park, near the children's
swings and not too far from the public toilets. A lot of men
and sometimes women would go there to meet friends for
sex in the toilets or just to stare lasciviously at the children
playing on the swings and slides.
"Lick Your Prick! A Guinea!" Zipper would
advertise whenever anyone went buy. He might also say
"Suck Your Cock!" or "Your Dick! My Throat! A Guinea!"
He charged a guinea for every willy he put to his mouth,
and five guineas for every time a customer put their willy
into his bottom. "Up The Arse! Five Guineas!" he'd offer
if the customer looked potentially interested. He envied
Twat having a fanny as well as a bottom. Not only did she
get more custom than he or the other boys got, she could
also charge a sort of in-between price of three guineas for
her fanny.
"It doesn't hurt like the arse does," she explained. "So I
charge less!"
The four children dressed up for their customers as they
worked out what customers liked. Twat and Shitbum both
dressed the same in dresses that were short enough so that
they could flash their willy or fanny. They had long hair
which they tied in plaits and wore white socks and shoes.
Bouncer wore shorts and a shirt with a tie with short socks
and laced-up shoes, but contrasted his boyish looks with
thick girlish make-up. Zipper didn't wear anything except
necklaces, bracelets, bangles, rings, belts and other bits of
jewellery he found, and he grew his blond hair long and
straight. He knew that it was difficult for anyone to tell
if he was a girl or boy until they came quite close and
could see his willy.
They usually took their customers to some bushes in the
park where they could get on with it without fear of
interruption. Zipper might lie down on his front or pull his
legs up to display his arse if it was a five guinea job, but
otherwise it would just involve kneeling down in front of
the customer's trousers, taking out their willy and getting it
big and then let all the spunk go either onto his chest or
onto the customer's trousers depending on how much he
liked the customer. Of course the tricks were negotiable.
Sometimes Bouncer would join Zipper with a
customer and sometimes Twat and Shitbum (though
sometimes the twins offered to wee and pooh as well for
the customers and Zipper didn't like that at all).
Sometimes, and for double, the customer would take
Zipper into his car or to his own home. Overnight
sex always cost the customer at least twenty-five guineas.
Only very rarely did a customer ever go back to Zipper's
squat.
One exception was Innocence. Zipper didn't even imagine
she'd be a potential customer. This very beautiful girl
wearing a blouse and very brief shorts with that sun-tanned
look that people often got when they'd just been visiting
nearby Brook was sitting on a park bench watching the
children play with a rucksack on her lap. Zipper quite
fancied her. He often wished that he'd get more women
customers. He didn't really fancy Twat, although she
was very good at sucking him off, and Annie's fanny was
too small for Zipper or any of the other boys to get their
willies in comfortably. He sat on the park bench next to
Innocence and eyed her up. Coo! It'd be lovely to stick my
willy in you! he thought.
He spotted a potential customer. A man in his late forties
in a leather jacket who'd passed Bouncer and his lustful
wink with a very guilty expression.
"Lick Your Dick! Only a Guinea!"
The man stopped and faced Zipper. "What did you say?"
"A Guinea for a Wet Willy! Five Guineas for a Tight Fit in
the Rear Pocket!" Zipper advertised cheerfully with a
welcoming smile running his tongue over his lips and
fingering his willy.
"Well I never did!" the man said appearing shocked and
looking at Innocence with a look of disgust. He then
hurried off. Zipper laughed as he went away, and then
blushed as he noticed Innocence staring at him.
"Is that what you do for a living?" she asked.
"Yes," cheerfully assented Zipper. "In the mouth. Up the
back." He looked down at Innocence's breasts. "I do
women too! Cut price!"
"I'm not sure I really want to," said Innocence, but not
looking too sure of herself.
It was in this way, however, that Zipper persuaded himself
to take Innocence back to the squat. In fact, he offered
Innocence an overnight session for only a guinea. He must
be an idiot! he thought. On the other hand, the women he'd
done it for in the past had been really very old and he'd not
enjoyed doing it at all. It was good they didn't really expect
his willy to get very big at all, otherwise he might not have
got paid. But with Innocence, his willy was swelling most
embarrassingly and brushing against the jewellery around
his waist long before they got back to the squat.
Annie was lying in bed in just bed-socks watching a
cartoon on television when they arrived, but she
courteously made space for Innocence and Zipper, and
carried on watching while Innocence shyly took off her
clothes. It was at this stage that Zipper got a shock and had
to interrupt Annie from her cartoon to show her. This was a
woman with a willy. And not a made-up pretend woman.
A real woman with proper bosoms, slender at the waist and
wider round the hips. Annie couldn't really see what Zipper
was fussed about. "So! It's only a willy like you've got!"
And she returned to her cartoon.
"What do I do?" wondered Zipper, fingering his willy.
"You haven't got a fanny for me to stick it in."
"What you do with most of your customers," laughed
Innocence. "That's all I want!"
And that indeed was all that Zipper could do. And it was a
real willy, too. Not pretend. Innocence didn't take it off to
show a fanny underneath and real spunk came out of it
which tasted just like real spunk. And when Innocence
went to the toilet she stood up just like a man and wee
came out of it. Zipper was pleased at that moment that
Twat wasn't there because she'd have put her mouth out to
intercept the flow and find out if that also tasted like
normal wee.
The following morning, Zipper couldn't bear to be parted
from Innocence although he gratefully accepted the ten
guineas she'd paid him. Making love with a woman with a
willy must be his destiny he thought. Never before had his
lovemaking been so passionate and genuine. Not even
when his mother was at her most tender and affectionate
had there been anything to compare with the strength of his
feelings at that moment.
"I must come with you!" he pleaded. "Wherever you're
going!"
Innocence told him that she was on her way to
Wonderground where her sister, Chastity, and her sister's
lover, Kedi, were sharing a flat. This was miles away and
would involve quite a long railway train ride.
"That sounds fun!" said Zipper who'd never done very
much travelling in his life. Indeed, the most he'd had was
when he'd been on a seaside holiday with his parents,
and his abiding memory of that was getting sand up his
backside, down his throat and between his teeth.
"But what about your friends?" asked Innocence.
"They'll be alright!" Said Zipper, but already missing
them.
Indeed, it was a very tearful goodbye later that day to
Twat, Shitbum, Bouncer, Annie and Toothpick. One which
soon became an extended love session with Innocence
participating. Making love in such numbers wasn't at all
unusual for the children - Toothpick particularly enjoyed
them as he didn't get as much sex as the others otherwise -
but it was the first time that someone else had joined in.
Twat particularly liked closing her fanny over Innocence's
willy. "Oooh! It's so firm and hard!" she exclaimed
delightedly.
When the train arrived in Wonderground, Innocence
pointed out the fashions that dominated which were very
bright and colourful. Both men and women were wearing
smocks or dresses which came just above the crotch which
was always shaved off and frequently had the cleavage low
enough to display all the breasts. The fashions were
definitely more sexy than those Zipper was used to. It
occurred to him that it would be quite difficult to dress in a
way that was sufficiently sexually provocative to excite
custom in this district. Everyone wore plastic jewellery
and had multicoloured dayglo make-up. The hair was very
long and straight - often lower than the buttocks which
would otherwise be on show. Zipper's hair was quite
appropriate for this district and he was looking forward to
removing the shorts, shirt and cap he'd put on over his
jewellery for the journey. Innocence's hair, however, was
decidedly very short - covering only half of her ears and
just brushing the nape of her neck.
When Innocence and Zipper reached Chastity's flat, it was
neither her sister nor Kedi that opened the door for them,
but a girl with waist-length hair wearing only a tee-shirt
which barely reached to her belly-button and hardly
contained her round full breasts which flopped loose
around inside.
"Mouse!" exclaimed Innocence. "What are you doing
here?"
"My mum kicked me out," the girl explained. "But I'm so
pleased to see you! And just who is your delightful little
friend?"
Mouse, so Zipper soon discovered, was thoroughly
besotted by Innocence. She was forever grasping her penis,
whether or not she had any knickers or other clothes on.
Innocence seemed fairly attracted to Mouse, and it soon
became clear to Zipper that the two were reviving a once-
passionate affair which seemed to entail considerable and
extensive love-making.
Not that Zipper was at all excluded, as Mouse couldn't bear
to be parted from him either, so they made a kind of
threesome. Mouse had a kind of obsession with children
and she often asked Zipper if he could bring his friends
along so that she could make love to them as well. Mouse's
passion for Zipper suited him as it gave him more practice
and experience with vaginal sex than he'd ever
had. Although his willy was still small, and, unlike his
customers or even Shitbum or Toothpick, totally hairless,
he was beginning to get more predictable erections and
once or twice he was able to release spunk like he'd seen so
many other times, if in much smaller quantities.
Zipper enjoyed lying astride Mouse's substantial thighs,
his willy as deep inside her as it could go and with his face
in her lovely round and cushion-comfy breasts. At other
times, he would have his willy in her mouth with
Innocence's willy thumping away inside Mouse and hands
gripping on Mouse's shoulders. He was able then to relish
the difference a longer and more flexible grownup's tongue
could do with a willy. It was more pleasurable than even
what Annie could do. Other times, Zipper's willy would be
in Mouse's arsehole - the smaller hole - while
simultaneously Innocence would be humping away at
Mouse's larger hole at the front while Mouse would be
shrieking and shouting in an ecstasy that echoed
throughout the whole flat and, no doubt, adjacent ones.
Mouse was an actress and she was preparing for a
children's play which she confessed involved considerably
less sex than most of her plays. "The only bit in the play at
all is when I suck off a lucky boy in the audience, and that's
just to demonstrate an educational point about something
or other." Mouse still found that sufficient excuse for
practising the scene over and over again with Zipper.
"Thanks to you," she said, "I'll be expert by the time I have
to perform."
Mouse showed a fascinated Zipper promotional
photographs of other plays she'd performed in, many of
them showing her in positions of either being fucked or
sucking off someone else. Zipper didn't know a great deal
about theatre, although Mouse promised to take him with
Innocence to see a few plays that were on locally.
He wasn't convinced that he'd especially enjoy them as they
looked rather heavy-going. The only aspect he thought he'd
enjoy at all was the sex scenes, but he was put off by the
way that Mouse justified them on grounds of their artistic
value.
The plays that Zipper did like the pictures of were ones
like Midsummer Night's Dream in which Mouse played a
naked Titania who seemed to be being fucked by someone
pretending to be a donkey. All around were lots of naked
children who were miming that they were wanking
themselves. There was another called Peter Pan in which
Mouse was playing a girl called Wendy who was making
love to another girl, but one who was actually supposed to
be a boy, the Peter Pan of the play's title. Although this
other girl had smallish breasts, she wasn't doing much
pretending to be a boy. Shitbum did a better job at
pretending to be a girl than this Peter Pan was of being a
boy. They weren't even using one of those plastic willies
that Chastity occasionally used on Kedi. Another play that
Zipper quite liked the look of was Toad of Toad Hall,
where everyone was dressed as an animal. Mouse was
playing a character called Rat, though why they couldn't
find a man to play this part Zipper couldn't say. There was
a curious scene where lots of characters wearing animal
heads were having an on-stage orgy in a countryside
scene.
The other two people in the flat were Chastity and Kedi,
who occasionally joined in the lovemaking with Mouse
and Innocence, but for the most part stayed together. There
were two bedrooms in the flat: the one where Innocence's
sister and her lover slept, and the other where Zipper slept
with Mouse and Innocence. Zipper quite liked the holiday
from making money, as there seemed to be everything in
the flat that he needed. No more sucking cocks! he thought.
Except for Innocence's, of course. Not that it would be that
easy to get into the swing of doing business in a strange
area.
He wasn't sure what he thought of Wonderground. There
seemed to be a lot more sex available for sale or for free
than he was used to (which was probably bad for business).
He got used to not attracting any attention from his
ambisexual appearance, and developed an interest in going
to the cinema where they were showing some very brightly
coloured films with song and dance and a tendency for
almost any activity to degenerate into an excuse for either
sex or a song. There was a curious tendency in the films to
show black people like Kedi as people from another planet
endowed with curious sexual facilities and an appetite
for sex much greater than anyone else.
This might be true for all Zipper knew, because before
meeting Kedi he'd not met many black people before and
certainly not had sex with any of them. It certainly seemed
true that almost all the prostitutes Zipper saw - many as
young as or younger than himself - who advertised their trade
openly in the shopping precincts or in the theatre district,
were black. Perhaps they did sex better than anyone else.
From his experience with Kedi, he was sure they were
good, but not that much better from Innocence, Mouse or
Chastity. He felt embarrassed to admit his professional
interest in this, but for the moment he certainly didn't feel
like competing.
Being a child had its disadvantages Zipper realised, and
one of these was that there were so many things that he
wasn't allowed to do because he was considered too young.
So, when Mouse persuaded Innocence and her sister to
come with her to see a play that was classified as for
Adults Only, Zipper was made to feel very much left out.
The play they were seeing starred a friend of Mouse's who
was quite adept at having more than one willy in her pussy
at one time, and the theme of the play indeed
concentrated on precisely this talent. This, however, wasn't
why it was an Adults Only production. The reason was the
promise of audience participation, which Chastity was
looking forward to with almost obscene speculation. "I've
heard that one of the actor's is almost eleven inches long,"
she said, rubbing her hands together.
Zipper was left with Kedi in the living room watching
some cartoons. Zipper couldn't concentrate at all, even
though it showed Huggy Bear being buggered by Florence
the China Doll with a carrot. He was bored. He had got
used to having sex with Innocence and Mouse, and
although Kedi promised him a bit of sex if he was good,
one person - well! it wasn't the same at all! Kedi sat there,
naked as always, looking a little put out by Zipper's sullen
mood. Then suddenly the telephone rang. Kedi jumped up
extremely promptly - Zipper guessed that perhaps
Huggy Bear cartoons weren't something she'd usually
choose to watch. Zipper surreptitiously watched Kedi on
the phone from the corner of his eyes. He didn't want to
betray too much interest.
When Kedi returned, she told Zipper that she'd been
invited to a party. Well, not just her but all the girls from
the flat. She said she'd go, but only if Zipper could come,
and now she wanted to know what Zipper wanted to do.
Zipper hadn't been to very many parties in his life, so he
wasn't too sure what to say. It must be better than staying
in, he thought, so he agreed, and ran up to his bedroom to
put on his new jewellery and some eye-liner. The parties
he'd been to when he'd lived with his parents had been
of two kinds. One was where he had been invited to
birthday parties by his school-friends, and this usually
meant an orgy of jelly, sweets and toys. The other sort were
the ones he was taken to by his parents. In these parties,
there was generally an orgy of quite a different sort, and
he'd often be at the centre of it together with any other
children there. He'd hated those parties. It would be days
later until his bottom would recover and he could poo
properly again.
The party wasn't too far at all from the flat, so Kedi and
Zipper were able to walk there. It had been raining
recently, but this didn't persuade Kedi to put on any shoes,
so as she walked along her black feet got rather smeared
with brown. Zipper knew when they were almost at the
party because he could hear a throbbing and thundering of
music and could see couples making love in the streets
surrounding the house. It was clear which house
was hosting the party from all the activity and noise around
it and the fact that the front door was wide open. The only
invitation card that the two needed, however, was the bottle
of wine that Kedi had taken out of the fridge before they'd
left.
When the two went through the front door, Zipper felt that
he was suddenly thrown into a world of total confusion.
Everywhere seemed to be lined by people leaning against
the walls, holding paper cups or cans of beer and, in many
cases, with cigarettes and other similar things in their other
hands. Where were they supposed to go? Kedi seemed to
know the way, and guided Zipper to a kitchen where she
left the bottle of wine and poured out some other wine into
a paper cup.
"Do you want some?" she asked with her incredibly broad
grin that so often reduced Zipper to awkward horniness.
Zipper assented and from then on the evening took on a
very hazy non-focused appearance. He wasn't sure where
he was or what he was doing. Sometimes he was with Kedi
and sometimes very passionately so. He distinctly
remembered her being on her back on the sofa with other
people dancing around them and his little penis pushing in
and out of her. He also recalled Kedi's toothful mouth
around his little penis while the two were queuing up
for the toilet. He also remembered the location shifting
from room to room and up and down the stairs. Sometimes
he was talking with different people and sometimes
making love to them. There was at least one occasion
where he allowed a male guest to enter his backside, but
this was fairly brief and the man didn't come at all - at least
not over him.
There was then a period of lucidity, when Zipper found
himself lying on the slightly damp grass in the back garden
just by a small puddle of fresh smelling vomit which he
could only assume he was responsible for. He ran his
slightly sore tongue over his lips and was astonished to
find a very peculiar taste on them. He put the back of his
hand to them to find a red mark left behind. Blood! he
wondered. No, he reasoned. Lipstick! At one stage
he'd supplemented the eye-liner with lipstick, with which
he'd also decorated his nipples.
"Are you alright?" he heard Kedi's voice ask from
somewhere. Zipper looked around, and then focused on a
very concerned looking Kedi who was arm-in-arm with a
slim fifteen year old girl also wearing no clothes.
Zipper smiled bravely. "Nothing that another beer couldn't
cure."
He was then steered back indoors for more alcohol, some
drug which he had to sniff through a guinea note and, not
long after, more sex with Kedi and this girl that Kedi had
somehow picked up. He gradually became aware as his
senses somehow became sharper and more intense that
Kedi, her new friend and he were not the only ones making
love. The carpet where they were lying, slightly scattered
with puddles of beer and the odd cigarette ash and peanut,
was also taking the weight of ten, twenty, he didn't
know how many, people who were making love with each
other in two-somes, three-somes, and then, as the evening
progressed and the music played became slower and more
mysterious, one amorphous mass of groaning body with
mysterious smells and lots of sticky secretions. Zipper
could only tell who he was making love to by virtue of the
fact that Kedi was black and nobody else was.
Using this guide to activity, Zipper knew that more often
that not it was Kedi who he was fucking, and she who
more than anyone else would put his penis into her mouth.
However, he fucked several men and was fucked by them,
together with several women. It was impossible to say how
long the orgy lasted, but after a while Zipper felt a pain in
his lower regions totally unattributable to sex and rather
more to do with the beer he'd drunk. Somehow, he
disengaged his willy from the back side it was in (male or
female he didn't know or care!) and pulled himself free from
the intertwining limbs. Then, when he'd staggered to his
feet, he had a disinterested aspect of a writhing mass of
mostly white flesh and staggered into the garden for a wee,
because he couldn't quite work out where the toilet might
be.
The garden was lit mostly by the light from the living room
and, except for a couple lying naked and spreadeagled on
the grass was quite empty. Zipper weed on the flower-beds,
wobbling backwards and forwards with a certain degree of
instability. He then wandered back with a curious feeling
of disoriented bravado.
"Guinea a Fuck!" he announced as he wandered back into
the living room where the orgy was continuing with
slightly slacking enthusiasm. "Guinea a Fuck!"
Zipper didn't know quite how it happened, but before the
party finished and he and Kedi went home he'd become the
star attraction of the party. Everyone, women and men,
queued up to either fuck him or be fucked by him. He
didn't know where he'd got the sexual energy from or why
his willy stayed so stiff for so long, but he did. How he got
home, he couldn't remember, but the soreness of his
bumhole lasted for an incredibly long time. He had so
much spunk inside him, he was still finding traces of it on
his turds a week later. He had bruises all over his
inner thighs and he'd somehow got a black eye.
It was daylight when Kedi tucked Zipper into bed and gave
him a tender kiss on his willy. Zipper didn't want Kedi to
go and grabbed her by the arm as she turned to go.
"You're not wanting to make more love, do you?"
wondered Kedi.
Zipper shook his head. He'd had enough of that! But he
wanted a cuddle. And so it was, that Kedi came into
Zipper's bed and the two slept together with Kedi's arms
around Zipper, and his arms around her waist and his face
buried in her breasts.
Chastity didn't seem to mind at all that somehow Zipper
had transferred his affections from Innocence and Mouse to
Kedi, and was now spending rather more time in bed with
Chastity and Kedi than formerly. Chastity seemed to
actually rather enjoy watching Zipper fucking Kedi, and
masturbated furiously to it. After a while it seemed quite
natural for Chastity to join in with the two. She seemed to
be especially fascinated by Zipper's willy. She would put
the whole of it, bollocks as well, deep into her mouth and
run her tongue over its hairless length.
"It's so delightfully small!" She'd comment. Zipper wasn't
at all sure that this was a compliment. He'd much rather
have a fully grown one like Innocence. Then he'd get a
much tighter fit when he was inside Kedi or Chastity. He'd
seen the passion that Innocence was able to inspire with her
full-sized willy, as it rubbed against the girls' clitorises and
pistoned in and out. Chastity, however, seemed to be
getting obsessed by Zipper's younger childish body.
"Oooh! I'd love to make love to more people like you!"
she'd say.
Zipper wasn't sure what the obstacle to this was. There
were plenty of child prostitutes about. They were
admittedly black and he was white, but judging from
Chastity's passion for Kedi colour was not an obstacle.
Perhaps the difference was paying for it. Half of Zipper
was becoming aware that he was now giving it away for
free and the other half was becoming aware that he
didn't have as much money as he used to. He was also
beginning to miss his friends. People like Kedi, Innocence,
Mouse and Chastity were all very nice and they made sure
he didn't go hungry, but they were all grownups. Zipper
didn't know anyone in Wonderground of his own age, and
he didn't want to go to school, which was the best place, he
knew, for meeting such people.
"I'm going back home to my friends!" he announced to
Kedi and Chastity one day.
Most of the girls were sad to hear that he was going -
especially Mouse who particularly appreciated making
love to Zipper and had been very put out when he started
sleeping in the other bed. "Why can't you stay?" she
implored.
Chastity's reaction was quite different. "Can I come too?"
she asked.
"Why?" wondered Zipper. "Won't you miss Kedi?"
"Only for a couple of days," explained Chastity. "But I so
want to meet your friends."
Zipper agreed, and in any case he was a little frightened
of travelling by himself. When the train that Chastity and
Zipper were in had left Wonderground, Zipper realised
how much he'd missed being away. Fashions were back to
normal, and Chastity suddenly looked quite ridiculous with
her tits dangling on the outside of her ankle-length skirt
and with her waist-length hair with a hair-band to stop it
falling over her face. However, at least she'd had the sense
to keep her crotch hidden, as Zipper reflected when he
became aware of the genital-free area he was in. He was
hiding his own willy under a pair of baggy shorts, but he
realised his appearance was still attracting far
more attention than it had for a long time.
Old habits don't die, and before Zipper had disembarked
from the train he'd earned a couple of guineas by giving
blow-jobs to men who seemed more interested in him than
most. He told Chastity about these encounters in the men's
toilets and she seemed extremely interested in the details.
"So why do you think fat men's willies smell different?"
she'd ask. Or "What's the best flavour toothpaste to take the
taste away?"
Zipper's friends were pleased to see him again, and were curious
about his new friend. "Has she got a willy too?" Twat
asked. She was disappointed to find that Chastity was just
an ordinary girl in that respect, and she thought the way
Chastity dressed was quite hilarious. Shitbum wanted to
know if Chastity liked eating shit and was also
disappointed to find that having wee on her face was the
nearest excretory vice to that she'd contemplate. Annie
liked Chastity's long hair. Bouncer said he only liked men
or women with willies. But Toothpick was excited because
he especially looked forward to some sex with an older
person. Except for Innocence, he'd hardly ever fucked older
people at all, and it was a treat he could barely wait for.
Toothpick's particular talent in sex was the stump that he
had instead of a hand, and this was put to particular use
with Chastity's spacious and welcoming fanny. Chastity lay
back and relished his entry right up to elbow. And then all
six children were making love to her. Zipper was
astonished by the volume of noise that she was making as
she gasped and shouted out her ecstasy. Most of his clients
hardly made very much noise at all. But then he wasn't sure
whether they really enjoyed it that much.
Chastity didn't seem to want to stop making love. She lay
in the bed long after the session finished and kept seducing
others to come into bed with her. She seemed particularly
keen on Annie. She licked Annie's hairless fanny with her
tongue and pushed as much of it inside of her as she could
manage. Annie also seemed to enjoy it. She complained
that the boys were always too rough and that Twat's nose
kept dribbling on her thighs. Chastity, however, was clearly
much more practised at making love and her skills
translated themselves into more passion from Annie
than any of the children had ever witnessed before.
Twat and Shitbum soon lost their original reservations
about Chastity and they gradually initiated her into their
slightly more adventurous and rather more smelly games.
Although Chastity was soon complaining (like everyone
else!) of the horrible taste of the shit stuck to Shitbum's
pubic hair, she seemed to enjoy the sessions on the rubber
sheet that the other children insisted should be laid on the
bed before the twins started crapping or weeing on it.
Zipper soon returned to his favourite spot in the park. He
was actually enjoying it rather less than he used to.
Somehow, this kind of sexual servicing really didn't appeal
even as much as it used to. He'd got too used to doing it
when he wanted. Bouncer had had much the same thought
- even though he was now saying he really enjoyed it.
"Men are so much better!" he'd say. Zipper wondered what
that must mean, because Bouncer seemed to enjoy his sex
sessions with Chastity just as much as he did, whereas
he never enjoyed sucking men's willies or having them
inside him nearly as much. However, Bouncer had started
buying drugs with the proceeds of his clients and was now
selling them. Zipper was quite interested to discover how
much profit could be made. The more you bought and sold,
the more money you made.
"It's about 50%!" boasted Bouncer.
This must be the way to go! considered Zipper who was
beginning to be more sure of the different effects of the
different drugs. And it's something you can do indoors
when it was raining! And your bum doesn't get so sore!
XI
In Which Mouse appreciates Innocence and her thespian
ambitions in equal measure; her performances help Kedi
otherwise wedded to Chastity; but she affirms greater
affection for the virtues of Innocence than those of
Chastity.
Mouse was passionately in love with Innocence, with a
passion that burst through her tee-shirt and swelled her
breasts. She could hardly bear to be parted a moment from
her side. She loved putting Innocence's gorgeous penis
deep inside her mouth and letting it brush against her
tonsils. She loved holding it in her hand and feeling it
gradually grow from a tiny little acorn to a giant oak in less
than a minute. She loved having it deep inside her cunt,
while holding tightly onto the frame of the bed,
and pushing as hard as she could against it to force it to go
as far inside as it possibly could.
She missed the departure of Zipper with Chastity. She'd
always enjoyed sex with children. There was something
about the slenderness of their hips, the delicacy of their
limbs, the androgynous flatness of the chests and the
hairlessness of their crotches that made her feel very hot.
She just wanted to engulf her face in their crotches. But
making love with Innocence was a full-time occupation.
How could someone with such a perfect female body have
such a perfect penis and at the same time be such a
passionate lover? It really exhausted her!
She hoped it didn't affect her work as an actress. In
rehearsals, she'd have to make love two or three times an
hour and sometimes in extremely awkward positions. It
was quite irritating sometimes that she'd have to accept
frequent coitus interruptus as the director would demand
that she and whoever she was with (and there were often
more than one) should repeat a particular routine in a
different way. "I don't think it's totally appropriate for you
to bugger Mouse in the first act. It may be appropriate in
the last scene, but I think no anal yet." Or he might say: "A
little less crotch and more oral, Mouse, lovie!" Or "There's
something wrong with this scene. Perhaps if you did
it doggy style. And you'd better keep that scarf out of the
way. Fling it off if you must!"
After all the rehearsals and when the play was on stage
though, Mouse didn't seem to notice the strain of frequent
sex at all. She might already be pretty exhausted from an
hour or two of sex with Innocence when she arrived at the
theatre. She may still have trickles of semen down her legs
coming out of her vagina at irregular intervals. But once
she was in her role, she was totally lost in her character.
All she thought about was fitting her sexual behaviour to
her part and her lines.
Recently, Mouse had mostly been working on sex farces,
which involved rather more sexual partners than in most
plays compensated by rather shorter sessions. Most sex
farces like Keep Your Trousers Up, Wave Your Willy,
More Sex Please and Oh Bangkok! started with a sex
scene, followed by an embarrassment where partners
revealed their sexual jealousy, then a sequence of partner-
swapping scenes and then usually concluding with an
orgy involving all the cast. Mouse had built up a good
reputation, and often took the lead female role, - or one of
the several lead roles. Sometimes the role demanded
lesbianism and it was soon recognised that Mouse had a
particular appetite and aptitude for these scenes. This only
increased her bankable value on most productions.
Early in her career, however, her penchant for children
had almost terminated it. It was one thing to masturbate
children on stage - this was recognised as being quite
healthy and educational for children. It was another thing
to take up a relationship with the leading child star
especially if it was the director's child. However, Mouse's
career was saved by her volunteering to share the child
with the director and by accepting a rather unpopular role
in a production of Titus Andronicus which required that
she get beaten quite brutally on stage every night. The
bruises on her face and the whiplashes and blood on her
back were, however, she thought, an acceptable penalty to
pay for continuing her thespian ambitions.
When Mouse was on stage she would sometimes look out
at the audience at the men and women who were transfixed
by her lovemaking. She enjoyed the sounds of the
audience's gasps as she put an actor's erect penis all the
way down her throat. She loved pulling out things like
letters, documents or weapons from inside her vagina when
the role demanded it and watching the audience's eyes
widen as it emerged. "Here are the documents which the
king demanded!" she would announce when the plastic bag
containing them was only halfway out.
Not all the parts gave her much pleasure though. A
production of The Toilet Lovers, a farce about people with
excretion fixations involved her peeing and shitting on
stage and then pretending to eat the turds of a fellow actor
as he also shat on stage. Much of this was actually faked,
as neither she nor anyone else had the required bowel
control (nor the stomach for the smell and taste of it), but
she was so thoroughly into the role that she could almost
imagine the grossness of it.
She was currently appearing in a production of Henry IV,
where she played a whore of hitherto unsuspected
significance in the lives of not only the future Henry V but
of Falstaff. Mouse loved wearing the costume of this
whore, which was apparently quite authentic fourteenth
century, being nothing at all except a cloak to cover her in
the streets. The costume designer had apparently done a lot
of research into the subject and had come to the conclusion
that fourteenth century whores lived in a world which so
totally accepted nudity that whores had no choice but
to remain naked all the time to attract any custom.
However she had to wear very thick make-up to make her
face totally white and her eyebrows were shaved off which
gave her a quite startled aspect.
This looked especially strange when she was not at work.
The fashion now had moved to quite long dresses with a
slit right up from the ankle to the elastic waist which was
hoisted just below the breasts which were meant to be as
full and voluptuous and unrestricted as possible. The only
jewellery she wore was an ethnic bracelet, and she wore
platform shoes that made her seem much taller than she
was. She was proud of her long hair, despite the pain it
sometimes caused her when she accidentally sat on it. This
contrasted quite dramatically with Innocence's hair
which was now straight and reached just over her collar.
But then after being bald, Innocence had a long way to go
until her hair was as long as it had been when Mouse first
met her.
Innocence had become quite a frequent theatre-goer, -
principally of course just to see Mouse. As Mouse's
recognised girlfriend, she didn't have to pay the entrance
fee and, simply sat in whichever seats were still unsold or,
if they were all sold, she'd sit in the aisle in her long dress
and her own beautiful breasts on display. Mouse loved
catching a glimpse of Innocence in the audience and loved
to acknowledge her encouraging smiles or her occasional
waves.
The most demanding aspect of her performance in Henry
IV was having to make love not once but three times to
Falstaff. Mouse didn't mind so much making love to Prince
Hal. The actor playing him was quite good and considerate
at sex. He knew how sore a girl's cunt could get and was
able to make allowances for it. He also appreciated how
difficult it could sometimes be to utter your lines while you
were taking deep intakes of breath in your love-making.
The actor playing Falstaff wasn't so considerate, even in
the scene where Prince Hal and Falstaff joined together in
an orgy with all the other Cheapside characters. It
was probably inevitable that an actor chosen to play a fat,
slovenly, boastful and cowardly character such as Falstaff
should have some of the characteristics himself. Mouse
didn't appreciate having a mouthful of his bad breath, gin-
smell and cigar-smoke as Falstaff's tongue went deep
inside her mouth. She didn't like the smell of his farts
which always erupted just before he was about to ejaculate.
And she especially didn't like trying to gasp out her lines
while his bulk collapsed on her substantially smaller body.
Innocence was aware of all this, and showered Mouse with
kisses after the performance when she'd taken off her make-up
and wiped off the semen from her crotch and mouth
with a handkerchief. After the performance, the two would
often rush off to a night-club not so much for the dancing
and drugs, but more as a way for Mouse to work off her
discomfort. She was definitely looking forward to the end
of the run for Henry IV. The next play to be performed,
however, was very likely going to be The Tempest.
She hoped that the role of Caliban wouldn't be played by
the same character as was playing Falstaff. Even if he was
though, the sex scene with Caliban came very early in the
play and was thankfully rather brief. Most of the time, the
naked Miranda made love with only a Ferdinand
shipwrecked naked on the island, although the naked Ariel
indulged in a bit of oral sex with her. The Tempest was
famous as a play of almost total nudity, where only
Prospero seemed capable of retaining more than the most
tenuous grip on clothing.
Mouse was quite pleased with her body, and had no
reservations about displaying it on stage. However, her full
breasts which were sometimes an asset, especially for the
viewing advantage of people in the rear seats, did mean
that certain roles that demanded actresses of fairly flat
breasts were forever denied her, such as Peter Pan, Prince
Charming and Joan of Arc.
Mouse wasn't the only performer sharing the flat with
Innocence and her sister. Kedi also made a living on stage,
but in a very different capacity to Mouse. Her
performances were, in any case, on a regular work routine
according to a peculiar shift rota with some opportunity for
overtime. She was working at a sex show where for half an
hour every two hours or so she would take the stage to
perform her act which was of her own design and
varied only according to the time of day or the day of the
week. She no longer needed to make a living by
masturbating in the street - and indeed more liberal
employment laws regarding ethnic employment now meant
that she could actually earn more through regular
employment than she'd used to earn from a day on
the street.
Mouse and Innocence often went out with Chastity to see
Kedi's act at the Teddy Bear, - partly to keep Chastity
company but partly because as friends of one of the star
turns the girls usually got all their drinks free. The
atmosphere of the Teddy Bear was totally different from
the Queen Elizabeth Theatre. For a start, most people were
only partly engaged in the performance. Many would
continue their conversations irrespective of what
was happening on stage - a rudeness that Mouse could
never have borne herself. There you are, baring your soul
and usually a great deal more, and being treated like
wallpaper! The other main difference is that instead of
being lined up in rows with all eyes directed towards the
stage, the seating here was around tables where the clients
would be drinking wine or beer and sometimes eating,
and the music continued almost constantly. Only
occasionally did an act require very much in the way of
dialogue or monologue, and generally the music was only
broken by the compere - one of a series of fat men with
very loud suits and greasy long hair - to announce the next
act.
"From the darkest Jungles! From the lands of Cannibals,
Tigers and Giraffes! Away from the Steaming Cauldrons
and the Teeming Starvation Camps! We have our very own
Jungle Bunny! Our own Royal Coon! Princess Pussy!"
Kedi's stage title was indeed Princess Pussy, and she was
in the very privileged position of being the only black
artiste in a club where the others were either white or
oriental. Generally, black sex performers had to work at the
seedier clubs like the Black Cock or the Red Windmill or
the Deep Throat Kitten. In those places, as Mouse had
found out, all the acts were black (although not many of
the audience were) and the acts often included potential or
pretend self-mutilation. The girls and the men in those
establishments were required to perform to a high degree
of sexual humiliation, and men in the audience were
often invited to come on stage to fuck the performers or
even to piss on them. Princess Pussy's act, however, was
nothing as coarse as that.
As an actress, Mouse had a great deal of respect for Kedi's
act. She knew how difficult it was to put so many such
large things inside her cunt and to produce them with the
correct theatrical relish. She also appreciated the problems
of keeping some of them in there after her Chocolate
Sandwich routine, which meant being fucked by two white
men at once, and still have them ready to pull out
afterwards. Half an hour is a long time to continue a sex
act, and to provide sufficient variety to keep the act
going. And also providing enough interest after the other
acts which had already sated most of the audience's
appetite for watching fucking, masturbating, buggery, oral
sex or audience participation. Kedi didn't even, as some
turns did, enliven her act with a monologue to focus
interest more fully.
The art of Kedi's act, Mouse was sure, was to broadcast her
broad grin at all stages which somehow made it all seem
much more enjoyable than it might have been. She kept her
grin going even after inserting her finger all the way up her
anus, withdrawing it and licking it. Mouse knew from
experience that this often didn't taste at all nice however
good your personal hygiene, and to do that so often
required a stomach that Mouse wasn't sure she had.
When Henry IV finished, the Queen Elizabeth Theatre was
closed by the Local Council for a couple of weeks for
redecoration, and in that time Mouse had an enforced
unpaid holiday in which neither she nor anyone else could
even begin rehearsals for the next production - which
indeed was going to be The Tempest, and in which Mouse
was definitely taking the role of Miranda. As expected the
actor who played Falstaff was going to play Caliban in this
production, but she was pleased to find that the one who'd
played Prince Hal was going to take on the role
of Ferdinand. But in the meantime, Mouse found herself in
a kind of acting hiatus.
"I feel so empty when I'm not performing!" she complained
while sitting in the living room with Kedi and Innocence.
"If you are liking, I'll bring you into my act at the Teddy
Bear," suggested Kedi. "Are you wanting that?"
Mouse wasn't sure. Sex shows weren't theatre, however
much skill they involved. "Do you think I'd be any good at
it?"
"I have saw you many times at the theatre," Kedi remarked.
"I am certain that you will be perfect."
Mouse was still unconvinced, but she sat with Kedi and
discussed what sort of things she could do that would be
suitable for an act with Princess Pussy. They determined
that they would have a double lesbian act, and would
replace the Chocolate Sandwich routine with Mouse and
Kedi using a double-ended dildo in each other's cunt
simultaneously. It would also rest Kedi's anus which had
got a bit painful after being penetrated at least four
times every day. Mouse wasn't too sure that she fancied
having things pulled out of her cunt of quite the
dimensions that Kedi did, but she was shown the
techniques that were used to make it more comfortable. For
instance, the yards of coloured ribbon that she pulled out
early in her act was in fact stored in a matchbox, which she
would surreptitiously replace with others during the act
when the lights dimmed.
The two discussed the Saturday night Princess Pussy act
which was an hour long and involved audience
participation. Kedi demonstrated that the art was to stretch
out the oral section with the members of the audience and
then get them to come as quickly as possible inside them.
With the two of them, it would be possible to restrict the
numbers of guest participants to less than five in the half
hour allocated.
Mouse was more nervous than she'd ever been on stage
before when she appeared with Kedi as Princess Pussy and
the Clitoris Cat. Her role involved her contrasting Kedi's
total nudity by dressing in a theatrical cat-mask with
whiskers (also very much in contrast to her name) and
putting a long furry tail deep inside her anus. Otherwise
she wore nothing except a collar round her neck that Kedi
attached to a chain.
Their act extended on Kedi's own, with a little twist relying
on preserving the fantasy of Mouse being a cat. Part of
this involved Kedi pulling at the tail that Mouse had rolled
up in her arse which served to not only show that it was in
her anus but illustrated it being of a rather improbable
length. Mouse found herself genuinely enjoying the sex
with Kedi. It was not often that stage sex gave her genuine
pleasure, but Kedi was a friend and an occasional lover and
this meant that she showed a tenderness that most of her
co-stars were not really capable of. As the two of them
leaned back on their shoulders with the double-ended dildo
(all twenty-four inches of it!) deep inside the two of them,
Mouse couldn't help but look out at the table where
Innocence and Chastity were sitting.
There they were, holding hands together and wishing the
best for their respective lovers. Mouse smiled to herself,
and then in a sudden spasm of real passion she arched
herself onto Kedi, causing the dildo to pop out suddenly in
the abrupt motion and showered Kedi with kisses. Kedi
started and flashed an expression of real annoyance. Mouse
smiled apologetically. She then returned to her previous
position, forcing the dildo up her much moistened cunt and
returned to her exertions with renewed vigour as if
the unscripted action hadn't happened at all. It didn't do to
be making love for yourself. As a professional, you had to
think of the pleasure of the audience. Not your own
pleasure. Even if the two did sometimes coexist.
Mouse wasn't sure what her real feelings were towards
Chastity, although she'd often made love with her, along
with everyone else. She was a much more demanding lover
than the other two girls - certainly more so than Innocence
- and not nearly as tender towards her. However, when
Chastity mentioned an opportunity to make love with a
child, Mouse's interest perked up quite considerably. As a
result of her experience with Zipper and his friends,
Chastity had developed quite a passion for children - but
opportunities didn't really happen that often. However, at
the moment she was working at a shop in a stately home
and had struck up a friendship with one of the
black cleaning-women - all the menial jobs were done by
black women - who had a young eleven year old daughter.
Chastity had been working on this woman, Fare, for long
time and at long last she'd arranged to have an evening at
her place with her daughter, Ayi.
Mouse was immediately suspicious. "How do you know
there'll be any sex?"
"My relationship with Fare hasn't been totally innocent."
"I mean with Ayi..."
"Fare knows what to expect."
"But does Ayi?" wondered Mouse, but Chastity wasn't
going to elaborate. She wasn't a girl not to share her
pleasures with her friends though, which was why she'd
mentioned it to Mouse. Innocence apparently wasn't too
keen on the idea.
"She's a bit of a prude, really!" Chastity commented. "I
blame it on that bloody convent."
Kedi had also declined, and gave no reason, but Mouse got
the feeling that she somehow disapproved of
Chastity's scheming with her work-mates. Perhaps she felt,
as Mouse did but didn't really care, that in some way Fare
and Ayi were being manipulated by Chastity.
Certainly, Chastity insisted that the two girls dress
somewhat more conservatively than they would normally
do. Rather more like she would dress at the Stately Home -
covering both her crotch and breasts with a simple smock-
like dress and wearing tidy little sandals. Fare's home was
in a poor quarter of the town, which was badly lit by street-
lamps and with streets prominently littered with ancient
and broken-down cars. Her home was a flat in a quite
narrow terrace, with a front door patched up by cardboard
and no evidence of having been painted for a very
long time.
There was no response to the door-bell, and Mouse
was feeling quite nervous as she stood on this strange door-
step watching shadowy black figures go by. Despite her
love and affection for Kedi, she still had a kind of
prejudice for black people that was quite common
throughout Wonderground, despite all the recent reforms.
She still feared these foreboding black figures.
"I reckon the door-bell's out of order!" commented Chastity
who started banging the letter-box.
This seemed to work far better, and soon there was a
hurrying sound as a light came on in the hall-way and a
dark shadow started fumbling with a complex of locks and
keys. Then the door opened and a small black woman -
shorter even than Mouse - in her late thirties wearing an
apron and a quite smart but rather faded dress stood in
front of them. She grinned in a way that was reminiscent of
Kedi, but otherwise had a somewhat less prepossessing or
dominant appearance. In comparison to Fare, it was
obvious why Kedi was such an exceptional and attractive
woman.
She was very friendly, however, and giggled in a quite
girlish way after Chastity greeted her with a very deep kiss
that plunged straight down her throat and clearly took her
by surprise. She blushed in a way that was still visible
through her very dark skin, and fussed rather unnecessarily
with her apron.
"You must being Mouse," she said looking at her.
Mouse nodded feeling very embarrassed, but appreciated
nonetheless the way in which Fare had obviously worked
to make her poky little flat look as attractive as possible.
There were many cheap posters on the slightly faded and
stained wallpaper, probably to cover the worst stains.
The furniture was sparse and battered, and the floor was
covered by a montage of carpets and rugs. In the corner of
the room however, and sitting very quietly and looking
very apprehensive, was a little girl in a very innocent
school-girl outfit. Mouse looked towards her and smiled
welcomingly. Very shyly and quite briefly, the girl
responded in kind.
"This is my daughter, Ayi," Fare said very proudly. "I hope
you will being kind to her. She have never been touched
before."
"Don't you worry, Fare," said Chastity, kissing her full on
the mouth. "Mouse is an expert at this sort of thing. Aren't
you?"
Mouse frowned apprehensively at this statement. What was
Chastity up to?
"Now, take your clothes off, Fare," advised Chastity, "and
be patient while Mouse initiates your daughter." Mouse
raised an eyebrow quizzically. "Go on, Mouse, show how
the young are initiated in our culture. Show Fare how
natural it is."
Fare smiled sadly at Mouse, while she took her clothes off
and stood naked in front of Chastity who remained
clothed. Mouse was still unsure what was expected of her.
There was clearly some deception going on, using Fare's
ignorance of local custom. She was feeling extremely
sorry for Fare and her little daughter, being victims of such
blatant manipulation.
She walked over to Ayi, who, probably from prompting
from her mother behind Mouse, stood up from the chair
where she'd been sitting and looked up pensively at Mouse.
The next thing to do, felt Mouse, was to get to a less
threatening position, so she knelt down in front of Ayi, so
that the little girl was taller than her. "Where shall I
begin?" she asked herself. She turned her head round to
look at Chastity for guidance, and felt almost shocked to
see her already running her tongue over Fare's naked black
body and forcing her fingers up her vagina. Ayi was
looking as apprehensively at her mother and her lover as
she was at Mouse.
"It's alright, Ayi dear," said Mouse in the practised voice
of one who'd seduced younger girls before - although not in
such settings before.
She put her fingers to the top button of Ayi's blouse and
felt a spasm of fear run through her small body. Mouse
leant forward and gave Ayi a tender kiss on the lips, and
then proceeded to undo more buttons. Slowly, and with
frequent tender caresses and kisses, Mouse undid all Ayi's
clothes, revealing the young painfully slender and smooth
black body beneath. Eventually she had all Ayi's clothes
off, and the girl was standing naked in front of her still
looking very nervous.
Stage two, thought Mouse, in her experienced way, as she
relished the beauty of the child's body. She then
concentrated her tongue around the top of the thighs and
her flat stomach, gradually working towards the girl's
crotch. She then gradually guided the naked child back
onto a sofa so that she could be in a more comfortable
position. Gradually, and with coaxing, the girl became
more relaxed and even seemed to begin enjoying
herself. Stage three came next, Mouse said to herself, as
the caressing and kissing became more physical and active.
Ayi started gasping with a new-found set of physical
feelings she'd never had before.
What Mouse hadn't suspected was that there'd be a further
stage after bringing herself to orgasm - which rather
frightened the girl who was not used to the full-throated
cries of an aroused woman nor of the peculiar thrusting
body movements and spasms - and bringing Ayi as close to
arousal as it was possible for a girl of that age to come.
This further stage was when she found herself joined in the
love-making by Chastity. She flashed an inquisitive and
slightly angry glance at Chastity.
"Is this really right?" she whispered, as Ayi trembled under
the new unaccustomed intensity of sexual arousal.
Chastity smiled at Mouse in a way that seemed both smug
and dispassionate. "I don't think Fare would complain, do
you?"
Mouse turned her head round to see why this might be so,
and saw that Chastity had somehow tied Ayi's mother up
with ropes to a chair, with her hands tied behind it, her legs
to the chair-legs, a handkerchief tied around her mouth and
head, and her crotch wide open with what looked like a
carrot protruding out of her vagina. Mouse didn't want to
alarm Ayi, but she felt very unsure of herself. Still keeping
her hands stroking Ayi's tender little bottom, Mouse put
her mouth to Chastity's ear.
"Did she consent?"
Mouse suddenly felt one of Chastity's fingers enter her
own vagina.
"Shh! Lover. Don't worry about her. She's enjoying
every minute of it!"
Chastity's reassurance put Mouse in an uneasy and, she
felt, self-deceiving state of acceptance, which allowed
her to go along with Chastity's games. These involved
pursuing rather more vigorous sex with Ayi than she might
otherwise have considered. She was quite aware that the
girl would feel a lot of discomfort and possibly pain around
her crotch and anus, and even the mouth, which Chastity
kissed rather vigorously. Although the child had got rather
intoxicated on their love-making she'd soon see things a
little differently later.
The games the girls played with Fare must have required a
lot of consent on her behalf, Mouse felt. She pretended
to herself that Chastity had arranged this before, but
significantly she didn't feel inclined to take the
handkerchief out of Fare's mouth. Fare was entered and
entertained in many devious ways, until Chastity felt she
was sufficiently exhausted and freed her from her ropes.
Although, Fare seemed uncomplaining afterwards, there
was a somewhat troubled expression on her face, and not
a little haste as she guided the two girls out of the front
door.
"Do you think she'll invite us back?" laughed an
indefatigable Chastity as they left.
Mouse didn't say anything, and wasn't sure at this stage if
she even liked Chastity at all. However, she
was Innocence's sister.
XII
In Which Kedi discovers an innocence quite unlike the
Innocence she knows so well; Innocence learns that the
virtues of her name can contain elements of ignorance;
and Mouse achieves success in her audition.
Null was a girl driven entirely by sexual passion. But
an undirected, random and indiscriminate sexual passion.
She was forever in a state of sexual readiness, constantly
dripping with passion, and constantly aching to have her
vagina filled with sexual satisfaction. She was a slender
girl with a bush of wild uncombed shoulder-length hair and
nothing else. Clothes didn't remain on her long enough to
be called her own, and all attempts made to keep make-up
or jewellery on her was wasted. All she ever wore was a
ring pierced through the top of her vagina, above the
clitoris, where a chain could be connected to restrain her
from attacking any potential candidate for sex. Most of the
time, she would sit in a state of torpor, occasionally
stroking her crotch or massaging her breasts, but when a
man, a woman or a child came by she suddenly
became rampant, and would, where there were no
restraints, throw herself physically on that person and
attempt to have sex with them.
When Null was introduced to Kedi, she was chained up
with her ankles to her wrists, looking very sorry for herself
in the corner of a night-club room. The owner of the Teddy
Bear had bought her, or at least signed a contract for her
services, in the hope that she would make a good act.
Unfortunately for him, she was untrainable, she couldn't
speak a word or even, seemingly, understand any, and
when released from her chains, simply launched herself in
an uncoordinated fashion on the first thing she saw. This
happened to be on stage, when the Sex Machine, as her
stage act was known as, was unleashed. There was no
build-up, as the proprietor had hoped. No gentle
masturbation or even a routine of sexual advance. She had
been brought on stage where she'd been actively rubbing
her clitoris, clearly excited at the prospect of attention. Her
keeper, a small man in his late forties, unchained her with
her face to the audience. When released, however, she
sprang straight off the stage onto a table where a young
couple were sitting, clearly more interested in each other
than anyone else, and started molesting the two of them.
With no preparation, she pulled off the already
modest dress she was wearing and started grasping at the
crotches of the man and the woman, groaning in a full-
throated and quite frightening way.
It had been difficult to restrain Null, as everyone who
touched her was instantly the focus of her sexual attention,
as she pulled penises out of their trousers, and unbuttoned
blouses. Initially, there was an amusement value but this
became somewhat diminished as the struggle to restrain the
girl began to resemble that of controlling an escaped
animal. Kedi heard of this embarrassing evening, and
how it convinced the proprietor that Null wasn't a
suitable act for his place. Perhaps at the Bird Cage or the
Revue Bar, or other coloured establishments, an
uncontrolled beast like Null would be better suited, but her
act would be all audience participation and
no showmanship at all.
Kedi knew that the proprietor was offering Null to her
because she was black and that he had the peculiar idea
that black people were somehow better than white people
in coping with such naked sexuality, but it was more out of
a sense of sympathy for the girl that she'd accepted. She
couldn't help feeling sorry for Null, seeing her chained
there with her bushy brown hair falling over her face but
not obscuring her manic hungry stare and the tongue that
lasciviously brushed across her lips as she eyed Kedi
watching her.
It was not easy for Kedi to take Null back with her to the
flat she shared with her lover, Chastity, and with Innocence
and her lover, Mouse. Even in Wonderground, a certain
degree of modesty was required. It was all right for
someone like Kedi to walk about naked. She was after all,
black, and somehow this was considered more acceptable.
It was another matter to take around Null, who seemed to
forever have her hands stroking her vagina, anus or breasts,
and couldn't be trusted to keep her clothes on for
any length of time at all. Her hands still had to be
manacled together, and a chain was attached to her cunt-
ring to a lead which Kedi would hold. The reason for the
cunt-ring, Kedi was told, was that Null was much more
responsive to a tug about her crotch than anywhere else,
and thus much more co-operative.
Null was a girl much adapted for sex. She had had so much
sex in her life that her vagina had become quite hardened
to it, and she seemed to produce lubricants from inside her
at a terrifyingly consistent rate. Her stamina for sex was of
record-breaking proportions. The proprietor had found to
his cost that Null had no sense of when to stop. When she
was released for sex with him and immediately jumped on
top of him and within seconds had stimulated his penis and
pushed it inside her, he had thought that he was on to a
good thing. After more than an hour later, when he was
thoroughly exhausted and she seemed as fresh and hungry
as when they had started, he felt somewhat out of
his depth.
Kedi gingerly led Null through the streets by her lead. She
wore a single white robe, with her wrists manacled, as well
as the lead Kedi held, attached to the cunt-ring. Null
followed behind, with her eyes wildly roving and blowing
kisses and making lewd gestures with her tongue at
people passing by. When the two got onto seats on a
train, Kedi securely held onto Null's hands which given any
opportunity would either burrow deep inside her dress to
her cunt or wander to Kedi's own cunt. On one occasion,
she let her eyes drop down to see that Null had
somehow pulled up her dress to above her waist, had her
legs wide open and swivelled her mousy-brown and
slightly worn crotch at the young seven-year old girl
opposite. While Kedi bent over to pull Null's dress down to
her knees, she could feel Null's teeth nibbling at the back
of her neck, and the tongue wandering along to her ear.
This felt quite pleasant, so Kedi allowed this to continue.
This was a mistake, because the next thing was that Null
got out of her seat and pushed her self against Kedi on
her seat groaning loudly and gutturally as she pushed her
crotch hard against Kedi's own.
After Kedi had settled Null down, and thought that perhaps
she had nothing more to worry about, she relaxed by
looking at the advertisements on the train above other
passenger's heads. These were for such things as condoms -
showing a woman putting one over a man's erect penis
with the slogan For a Firmer Fuller Fit - and cigarettes,
which were bizarrely as full of sexual content as the one
for condoms. Kedi's eyes dropped down to the level of
those of the passengers opposite and noticed that the old
woman and the young boy opposite were staring across at
Null with what looked like appalled voyeurism. Kedi
turned her head to see the object of their stares, which was
Null who had bent her head over and was fellating another
boy, in his early teens, who was clearly enjoying it from
the size of his penis. With an apology to the boy, she
pulled Null up, and took the two of them along to another
seat in a different part of the train.
On the way down the corridor, however, it was necessary
for Kedi and Null to squeeze past a tall man standing by
the doors and it even startled Kedi when Null suddenly
dropped onto the floor in front of the man, pulled his
trousers down with her teeth and started sucking and
licking his penis which, rather predictably, swelled
at the unexpected attention. Kedi pulled Null up by her
hair, hoping that the action wouldn't cause her to bite the
penis off, and bundled the girl off to the end carriage. It
was there that she resolved that the best strategy was to
restrain her as forcefully as she could, which she did
by securing her to her waist and allowing Null to lick and
kiss her face all over. It was, therefore, with relief that Kedi
was able to bundle Null out of the train eventually with her
face stinging from a coating of saliva, and then to march
her to her flat.
Null was not generally curious of the environment she was
in. She'd been in many and in several different countries,
but she'd never really thought about anything other than
sex, and where she'd next be getting a fuck from. She loved
the strong forceful way by which Kedi handled her and she
looked forward to being able to have full sex with her. On
the walk down the green leafy suburban streets of
Wonderground, Null held passionately onto Kedi, allowing
her dress to ride up as high as it could to feel
Kedi's smooth black thighs against her own. She felt
constantly driven to throw herself bodily against Kedi and
luxuriate in her beautiful tall firm body. It was only when
Kedi had pushed open the door of the modest flat she
shared that Null was at last able to achieve her ambition.
At last, her advances on Kedi were not repelled and she
pushed the tall black girl onto the sofa and the two were
making love.
Null wasn't very able to compare the quality of her
sexual experiences, but had she been able to she'd have
known that this was amongst the best, particularly when
two other girls, a shorter one and one almost as tall as Kedi
- Mouse and Chastity - joined in, and she found herself the
centre of attention of three women. She'd often had group
sex before - though normally with men and usually with
penises in every orifice, but what was lacking in quantity
was being compensated to a certain extent by quality.
Innocence came as a surprise to Null. Even she had come
to associate a woman's body with a cunt and a man's body
with a penis. But here was a woman's body with a penis.
And what a penis! Null leaned over Innocence's body
licking her thighs with a long practised tongue and
watching the swelling as she eased herself closer and closer
towards it. She then took Innocence's testicles into her
mouth and ran her tongue round and round them, watching
with fascination as Innocence's penis swelled and grew and
swelled in a curious upright contrast to the round-thighed,
smooth-skinned, flat-stomached, full-breasted woman's
body it was attached to.
Null put her lips to the glans at the end of Innocence's
penis, with the foreskin pulled back as far and as tight as it
could go. She then gradually eased her mouth over it and
then pushed the whole of it deep and deep down into her
throat, while the throbbing sexual urge between her thighs
grew and grew. And then it couldn't be contained any
longer, as she pulled Innocence's fully erect penis out of
her mouth, and in two or three swift manoeuvres she had it
firmly inside her cunt. Her eyes swelled with satisfaction,
and she gasped with a frightening intensity as it pushed as
deep inside her as it could.
Then, sitting astride Innocence, she looked down on the
beautiful woman's body beneath her, with her straight hair
grown just to her shoulders, her round breasts with pink
full nipples, the slender waist and her beautiful full lips.
She stared into Innocence's eyes which projected a
compassion and intelligence she couldn't really understand,
but also a lust and sexual urge that she understood fully. It
was this latter she loved, and which drove her to push her
body up and down with fierce rhythmic thrusts and an
urgency she rarely felt as strongly, until her inevitable
orgasms came.
Null always orgasmed. She orgasmed several times each
day, not necessarily from sex with other people but just
from the passion of her own masturbation. But this time
her orgasms came with a strength and ferocity that
frightened even her. Where was it coming from? Her eyes
burst into spontaneous tears as she thrust and thrust at
Innocence's beautiful body. And, in the meantime,
she pushed her middle finger deep inside her anus to add to
the thrusts of Innocence's prick which she could feel
against the tip of her finger through the internal
membrane.
Then, she had to do it, she pulled Innocence's still erect
penis out of her vagina and thrust it deep inside her anus.
For a few minutes this went on while she used her fingers
to part her vagina and thrust them deep inside the front of
her and exercised her clitoris. And then came an explosion
of orgasm. Greater than that before. And in the midst of it,
she felt Innocence release herself. Quickly, she pulled
Innocence's penis out of her backside, and while the semen
was still pumping out, she put her mouth around it, -
ignoring the traces of shit and blood that had attached itself
to it - and released it into her throat. Her favourite food
was semen - and woman's semen was a feast she could
never miss
Fortunately for Null, Mouse didn't appear to mind too
much that her bed with Innocence was now often shared
with a rampant sex machine - although if she'd had the wit
to understand, she would have become aware that
Innocence was becoming a little exhausted and frankly
tired of Null's incessant craving for sex.
It was while Innocence's penis was deep inside her anus
while her hands were grasping the headrest at the top of the
bed that Mouse returned looking thoroughly exhausted
herself. Her hair, now cut very short in a boyish style was
sticking up and out in all directions and the jacket she wore
had its buttons done up slightly out of sequence. These
days, Mouse adopted a very business-woman
appearance, with frequent visits to the barbers to keep her
hair a tidy short-back-and-sides and a neat jacket or blazer
that almost, but not quite, covered her shaven crotch.
She had taken to wearing stockings and stilettos - but on
this instance she was completely bare-legged.
"How did the auditions go?" wondered Innocence,
withdrawing her penis from Null's rear end and signalling
her to resist.
Mouse smiled triumphantly. "It was hard work - but I
got through!"
She had just been auditioning for the lead part in
a prestigious musical, which would take her touring around
the world, and would instantly propel her into the
aristocracy of sex actresses. This musical combined music
and song, drama and comedy, sex and more sex. It was in
fact a musical version of Anne of Green Gables, where
Mouse would be playing Anne and would distinctly relish
the sex scenes with school children.
Mouse settled down on the end of the bed and idly stroked
Null, who was being restrained by the chain tied to her
cunt-ring and with the end looped around Innocence's
wrist.
"How hard were the auditions?" Mouse's lover wondered.
Mouse leaned towards Innocence and kissed her tenderly
on the lips. "Very very hard!" she elaborated.
In fact, as Mouse explained, the tiring aspect was to have
to perform so many demanding sex acts in front of people
she'd never met before with people whom she'd also never
met - and certainly had never fucked - before. And she had
had to do that with a degree of enthusiasm and
professionalism that had to be greater than that which she
would more normally need to achieve.
The first part of the exercise was simply to determine how
well Mouse could continue to act while having sex with a
single partner. Her partner in this case was a man who was
himself being auditioned. Her task was to convincingly
recite her lines, - which she'd had the opportunity to
practise at home, - while being fucked from under her and
at the same time bring her partner to a climax at the
appropriate point. Then at that point - and neither earlier
nor later - she would take her partner's penis level to her
face and have him ejaculate into her mouth. She knew that
a lot depended on the skill of her partner to curb his
ejaculation until the right moment, as well as on her skill to
assist this process. As it happened, her partner ejaculated
too soon, while Mouse was completing her speech
and positioning herself to take the final act. Semen
splattered all over her breasts and covered her lipsticked
nipples. Mouse however managed to ad-lib sufficiently
well at this stage to make it appear that this might not have
been an accident.
She had obviously done quite well enough at this stage,
because she was then invited to a more formal interview.
Here - like other candidates - she rushed to the lavatories to
straighten her clothes, pull on her stockings, apply make-
up and lipstick to her face, breasts and cunt, and run a
comb through her hair. She then carefully buttoned her
jacket and waited anxiously with others in the anteroom.
She spent a little time reading the various Stage and
Theatre magazines and examining the other candidates
who were both competitors and potential future colleagues.
Like her, they were dressed in their smartest - or in ways
that they felt put themselves at their best advantage. One
slim girl with a gorgeously boyish face, that Mouse was
aching to have sex with in the auditions, was dressed in a
pair of thick-soled boots, a short unbuttoned leather jacket
and nothing else. She hadn't shaved her vulva, which was a
gloriously abundant bush through which Mouse caught a
glimpse of some gold jewellery.
The formal interview was one where Mouse felt she'd
excelled. She carefully arranged her legs so that her cunt
was shown to its best advantage, and unbuttoned enough of
her jacket to emphasise the voluptuousness of her bust. The
interviewing panel consisted of the director, the producer
and a short girl with glasses and long, bushy hair that
obscured most of her face and most of her body. They
asked her the usual questions about her experience, her
acting qualifications and what she knew about
the production. At the end, they informed her that she was
invited to be amongst those who would be judged on their
sexual abilities after the formal interviews.
This was to be in the afternoon, so Mouse was free to
spend time by herself, which she did by looking around the
clothes shops in the vicinity of the theatre where the
auditions taking place. It was with some anxiety that she
noticed that the girl with the boots and leather jacket was
also invited back for the sex tests. The tests were on three
areas of sexual expertise - which were fairly standard -
being anal, same-sex and group categories. When Mouse
came back, she carefully stripped herself - putting
her stockings into her jacket pocket - and positioned
herself with the other naked candidates at the side of the
stage, waiting for her turn. She made a point of sitting next
to the girl who had worn a leather jacket - and was now
revealing a tattoo of a naked child on her shoulder - in the
hope that she would have her same-sex audition with her.
The sexual audition ordeal took several hours. The first
exercise was fairly short - being essentially the anal sex.
The candidates were examined by a doctor first for their
suitability - and one man with piles failed at that stage.
Then each candidate had a greased dildo eased up their
anus, while their clitoris or penis was stimulated. This was
clearly an opportunity for acting - where some candidates
made rather too much of an effort to demonstrate their
arousal at anal entry. Mouse was no different of course.
When you're being fucked up the arse-hole on stage
and you're sharing the lead part in a song with the man who
is buggering you - it is essential to appear to be enjoying
what you're doing it.
The lesbian sex session lasted much longer - and Mouse
was pleased that she did in fact enjoy the girl who'd worn
the leather jacket. Disappointingly for Mouse, she soon
established that this girl wasn't actually very keen on sex
with women at all. Although she'd obviously had some
experience on stage, - and went through the motions in a
fairly convincing way, - she had no native enthusiasm for
the task and her cunt was hardly lubricated at all. This was
totally unlike Mouse, who was aching with desire for the
girl and was persuading her to do such things as putting her
finger up her anus and to nibble her clitoris that really went
beyond the call of duty. However, the role of Anne of
Green Gables involved a great deal of lesbian sex, and
Mouse hoped this wouldn't go unnoticed. And, in any case,
it may have been that this girl was being auditioned for a
different role where there'd only be perfunctory
lesbianism.
The homosexuality was tested with everyone on stage at
the same time, and the interviewers went around
examining the candidates - sometimes quite close up. The
director took particular interest in Mouse and her partner,
and traced the girl's finger to the entrance of Mouse's anus
with a certain amount of satisfaction. The last exercise, the
group sex, merely amalgamated all the separate
homosexual couplings into one large mass of writhing,
mostly white, flesh. In this exercise, Mouse was
most disappointed to lose her partner, who was soon to be
seen with two men fucking her in the mouth and in the
cunt. This exercise went on for more than an hour - and
involved Mouse in sex of many different kinds with people
who in most cases she'd only ever be able to recognise
again from their genitals.
"And you got the job!" summarised Innocence, after Mouse
had given her own account of the audition.
"I got the job!" confirmed Mouse proudly "And I'm off
abroad as Anne of Anne of Green Gables in about eight
days."
"Congratulations!" said Innocence, easing Mouse out of
her jacket and showering her face with kisses.
Here at last was something Null could understand after
sitting back staring blankly at Mouse as she gave an
account of her auditions. She pulled herself forward and
put her arms around Mouse's naked body applying her lips
to the smudged lipstick on Mouse's nipples. Mouse
didn't resist at all, and with a whoop of joy Null gave
herself in total abandon to the following proceedings. She'd
not understood what Mouse had been saying, but from the
taste and smell of drying, caked-on semen around Mouse's
cunt she had a fairly good idea of what Mouse had been
doing. And she couldn't have approved more unreservedly.
XIII
In Which we learn about the rewards and joy of unbridled
pleasure, but also see how it may compromise the better
virtues of Innocence and Chastity.
What could be done about Null? wondered Kedi as she sat
astride Innocence thrusting her crotch backwards and
forwards on Innocence's wonderful penis. She was unable
to avoid wondering about this as Null was sitting opposite
her on the floor, chained as always to the furniture,
frantically masturbating herself while Innocence and Kedi
were in the throes of mutual passion. What talents does
Null have? Kedi continued to wonder as the two exhausted
lovers collapsed together and a trickle of
Innocence's semen flowed down her inside leg.
"What would you say is Null's greatest asset?" Kedi asked
Innocence as they cuddled up together watching the girl
lick her hands of the lubrication she'd generated from her
cunt.
"Her sex drive?" suggested Innocence, obviously
imagining that Kedi already knew.
"Sex drive?"
"Well, no one else can go on and on and on like she does
and keep up the same level of enthusiasm."
Kedi could only agree and this became the basis of an idea
she developed. Null was certainly a girl who could take
partner after partner, and continue doing so all day. Why
then not charge people for the privilege of doing so? Kedi
had enough experience from organising her own sex
shows to see exactly how this exercise could be done.
And soon, with the assistance of Innocence and her sister,
she put her idea into practice. Mouse said she'd like to
help, but as her priorities were to do with preparing for her
departure to sing and dance and have sex on stage Kedi
actively dissuaded her.
"There is enough for you to do. And it is not much work
we have to do, either."
Indeed, to a certain extent there wasn't. Kedi found a
garage she could rent at a reasonable rate in the town
centre that she kitted up with a bed and sheets she managed
to find in a deserted building. She then made the interior of
the garage as much like a bedroom as she could, with
erotic pictures that she'd borrowed from Mouse that were, in
fact, promotional photographs of productions she'd been
involved in. Any discriminating visitor would have soon
established that there were rather more pictures of Mouse
than of anyone else.
However, discriminating visitors were not what Kedi
was anticipating as she set up a stall outside the garage,
just by the door that led into it from the side. It was just
visitors willing to pay a reasonable and relatively
competitive rate for five or ten minutes of sex. Indeed,
what Kedi had decided on was to supply conveyor belt sex
with Null as the provider of this commodity. Above
the door, she hung the sign Five Minute Fuck, and,
underneath, the actual rate and a picture of Null in
a lascivious attitude. This photograph was not difficult to
take, - the difficulty was determining which of the many
lascivious and frankly sluttish photographs most promoted
Null's unique properties.
Attracting custom was not initially easy, but Chastity
and Innocence helped Kedi by handing out leaflets
advertising Null's unique skills and, of course, the
exceptionally reasonable rate. As the leaflet made clear:
how could a potential customer possibly afford not to take
advantage of the offer? What Kedi was not sure was if
what she was doing was making Null a prostitute against
her will or if, indeed, what Null was doing could properly
be called prostitution. However, on the first fairly slack
days, when it was Kedi's turn to supervise
Null's lovemaking rather than to collect pay at a table from
visitors queuing up to come in, she came to the conclusion
that she was really just providing a service for Null and if
there was some pecuniary compensation for it then that
could not be bad. Null was so clearly grateful for the sex
she was receiving and so reluctant to see each customer
leave that Kedi couldn't really consider that Null was being
exploited.
Null's success at providing the perfect Five Minute Fuck
was not immediate. In the first weeks or so, it was quite
difficult to release Null from customers who, delighted as
they were at getting rather more than their money's worth,
had really decided that they'd had enough. Null was almost
inconsolable when a customer left, and soon Innocence
and Chastity had to provide assistance in giving the
oversexed Null sexual satisfaction as well as assisting Kedi
with the organisation of the venture. Soon however, the
one or maybe two customers an hour had grown to be a
constant queue of men and, occasionally, women who
would patiently wait their time to have their moment
of sexual release. At lunch time on a working day, this
queue might stretch several yards along the road and
provided obstructions to other businesses which was only
compensated by the extra trade these businesses
themselves were gaining.
The pattern soon set in, with Kedi, Innocence and
Chastity taking turns at collecting money from customers
before seeing Null and restraining Null from continuing to
have sex with a customer who was either clearly finished
or had exceeded his five minutes. Null was certainly much
happier now and it was only because the three girls
couldn't maintain their roles for twenty four hours a day
that Null ever got to finish making love at all.
"Is there any limit to Null's sexual appetite?"
Innocence exclaimed, as late at night after the last people
in the queue had been satisfied (and usually in substantially
less than the promised five minutes), Null was still
clamouring for Innocence to fuck her.
"Is there a way to find out?" wondered Chastity, who then
came up with the idea of a Fuckathon. This, she said,
would be to simply ask people to take turns in fucking
Null, and keep it going until Null could keep going no
longer. The punters would pay for the privilege of being in the
Fuckathon and newspapers and television reporters would
be invited to witness Null's phenomenal achievement.
"But shouldn't we collect the money for a charity or
something?" queried Innocence who really didn't know of
her sister ever doing anything where there wasn't some distinct
advantage to herself in it.
"We can give a certain amount to a charity, I suppose,"
Chastity conceded, "but only after we award ourselves pay
for the administrative costs."
Neither Kedi nor Innocence was that sure of Chastity's
sincerity concerning any charitable activity, but they helped
Chastity book a room with a raised platform and seats for
an audience and helped her in promoting the Fuckathon.
This event attracted rather more attention than even
Chastity had anticipated, but this was mostly because of
the reputation already generated from Kedi's Five Minute
Fuck enterprise. There were a large number of sponsors
willing to pay considerably more for the privilege of taking
part in the event than they would normally need to do for
Null's services. Kedi's main hope was that they wouldn't
run out of fuckers before Null finally gave up.
On the day on which the event began - and it was
anticipated that it would continue for several days - Kedi
was gratified to see the hall was full and not just with
participants but with observers, reporters and television
cameras. In fact, one television station, represented by a woman
with short hair, a business suit and large breasts that
deliberately burst free from her jacket, was to film the
whole event, but not to actually screen it all. This woman
started off by describing the event to her viewers, - which
included the stage, the participants and, most importantly
of all, Null herself. This woman interviewed both
Innocence and Chastity whom she described as the
main organisers of the event, but pointedly avoided
interviewing Kedi, although she had more to do with its
organisation than anyone else. Kedi would have been more
offended had she not lived in Wonderground for so long
and become rather accustomed to such casual racism.
Several reporters tried to interview Null, as she lay
chained to the side of the stage before the event, but were
soon discouraged by her inability to understand their
questions, to form any answers and to restrain herself from
trying to sexually assault them. However, when the event
started it was much easier to focus on her as participant
after participant came on stage in agreed turns, paid their
money, and fucked Null.
This routine went on and on, and soon the commentators
found that really there were only two things they could do.
One was to praise the participants in working so hard for
charity and making the event such a success (and
forbearing to mention those whose sexual performance was
not quite adequate and who after the prescribed maximum
time had to be taken off stage without achieving any
successful sex at all). The other was to pass comment on
Null's unflagging sexual enthusiasm, her frequent, noisy
and often explosive orgasms and what a marvellous
performer she was. This must have become very boring for
both spectators and commentators after a while as, after a
full day of sex, Null continued through the night and into
the next day with no apparent sign of fatigue.
This state of affairs just continued and continued, and by
the eighth day in which Null had not slept at all, the
audience that had thinned out after the second day was
packing out the hall as spectators observed for themselves
a phenomenon of sexual stamina that most hadn't believed
possible. Kedi's fears of a lack of fuckers proved to be
unfounded as the fame of Null and the Fuckathon
spread beyond Wonderground and people were rushing to
participate from everywhere.
And then, just when it seemed that Null would never tire,
indeed just after she'd yet again exploded into orgasmic
screams that echoed throughout the hall and frightened off
a flock of pigeons outside, she suddenly collapsed
underneath the man who was fucking her at the time and
fell asleep. The Fuckathon was then over.
Kedi was relieved. She wondered whether Null would be
all right after such relentless fucking, but she was and a
few days later, after she'd recovered from an immensely
long sleep, she was back at the Five Minute Fuck, advertised
with her name in much larger letters and a photograph of the
Fuckathon, being charged out at somewhat
more extortionate rates than before.
Null didn't understand why, but she felt that she was being
treated with rather more respect and consideration than
she'd ever known before. Her most pressing need, which was
for frequent and unrestrained sex, was at last being
satisfied and she was very grateful to the women who'd
made it possible for her. Now that Mouse had left to
perform elsewhere, there were now only three others
sharing the flat, and although she wasn't able to quantify it
in any way, their quality of life had somehow improved as
well. She really had no suspicion that in some way her
prodigious sexual appetite was the reason why none of the
girls needed to work any more, beyond facilitating her
services to the many clients who would queue up for them.
Innocence was quite lonely now that her lover had gone,
and she decided not to share her bed permanently with
Kedi or her sister, though this didn't prevent her having sex
with them on frequent occasions. Her times with Null were
mostly spent with the sole intention of giving the girl the
kind of care and attention she quite obviously needed.
Innocence, however, was the only one of the girls who ever
came to her for sex, though the one who was most attentive
to her these days was Chastity. When Null was out of the
now sumptuously decorated flat, away from the massive
video and stereo system, and not lounging in the
comfortable luxury furniture, she would either be
providing her Five Minute Fuck or, increasingly, be
escorted by Chastity to the homes of men who
were delighted by the extent of her sexual desire.
There seemed to be an endless procession of these visits to
premises more sumptuous even than that to which she'd become
accustomed at her flat, where men with great wealth,
sometimes singly and sometimes in groups with
participating women, would assist her in indulging in all
sorts of sexual activity. She would be urinated on, have
faeces dropped onto her, would have whole hands pushed
inside her while her anus was filled by all sorts of
objects, sometimes manacled and chained, sometimes
slapped, but always having close intimate attention. This
was what she craved and what she demanded. And in all
this, Chastity would be out of sight waiting for her, and
would only appear when, after hours of sexual activity, it
was time to leave. And quite often she would be handling a
large wad of notes.
Null was not totally insensitive to the atmosphere at the
flat, which often seemed strained, with Innocence and Kedi
arguing with Chastity it seemed about the very money that
Chastity was collecting from Innocence's clients. They
somehow appeared rather less than enthusiastic about her
new activities. Often at the end of these arguments,
Innocence would sit with Null restrained by chain and
cunt-ring and talk to her. Null had no idea what Innocence
was saying, but it seemed very sympathetic and tearful.
What troubled her was that these conversations didn't
necessarily lead to sex, but she supposed that Innocence
was getting some gratification from them.
There then came a period when, with apparent reluctance
from Chastity, Null found herself totally deprived of all sex
except from Innocence. Indeed, only Innocence and Kedi
ever came to speak to her, while Chastity might be seen
looking at Null from round the corner of a door. This
abstinence upset Null. She flung herself bodily at the two
girls and masturbated with everything she could find,
including her food. She wept from frustration and beat her
cunt hard to stimulate sensation from it. On one occasion
she hit it so hard that it started to bleed, and she took
consolation in letting the blood gather in her hands and
then licking them. When Innocence found her lying on the
sheets with a puddle of blood between her legs, she
shrieked and was soon joined by the other two girls who
argued vehemently amongst themselves what should be
done.
The result of this was a return to visiting men again in
Chastity's custody - something that clearly pleased her, but
appeared to give less pleasure to the other two. Chastity
started talking to her at greater length and showed her
a great deal more affection than before. She didn't,
however, appear to be particularly enthusiastic about having
sex with her. She also now took on the responsibility of
feeding her, washing her and combing her hair - tasks that
previously only the other two had ever done.
Null was happy to return to fucking. She didn't mind who
fucked her. Women with dildos, dogs, donkeys, children -
it didn't matter! Chastity also didn't mind, it seemed - being
more concerned with the money she was receiving. Null
missed the Five Minute Fuck, although her own
perception of it had been of a paradise served by an
unending queue of fuckers.
However, she was vaguely aware that things were due to
change again - and found some of Chastity's attention
rather more clinging than before. She also became aware
that the other two girls approached her in a way that she'd
experienced before whenever she was due to leave
somewhere. The change when it came was therefore not
totally unexpected.
The evening before was one she spent making love to both
Innocence and Kedi, while Chastity watched unhappily
sat in a chair. Innocence was much more passionate than
usual and greatly attentive to giving the girl as much
pleasure as she could. Although Null shared her penis with
Kedi, she got the feeling that Innocence was making a
special effort to fuck Null principally. The lovemaking
went on through the night, and was punctuated with tears
and arguing from Chastity.
The following day, she was awoken by the three girls who
hugged and kissed her in a sorrowful manner, and then she
was introduced to a new companion who was a tall middle-
aged woman in a long white coat and with a very sad
smile. This companion took Null around the shoulders and
cuddled her firmly to her bosom, restraining her at the
same time from any sexual activity. Her hair was stroked
and her face was tenderly kissed. She was then put into a
strange jacket whose sleeves pulled her arms across her
waist and prevented her from moving. There followed a
peculiar ceremony of tears and kisses and cuddles from the
three girls, which somehow she knew meant that there
wouldn't be any more sex with them again. Null had
experienced occasions like this before, but never so
intensely.
All of a sudden, something deep inside her cracked and she
started crying and blubbing and weeping unrestrainedly.
She felt surprise as her eyes poured out tears whose
salt trail mingled in her mouth with the dribble of snot
from her nose to produce a very salty taste. Although no
one had hit her, she felt the same bruised and damaged
feeling about her lower face that she'd usually only
experienced after rough sex with men of peculiarly cruel
taste.
The last Null saw of her companions were the three of
them through the window of the white car waving again
and again at her as it drove away with her and her new
companions. Kedi was standing naked as always, while
Chastity and Innocence had their arms around each other
with Innocence crying almost as much as Null was. Her
new companions spoke to her and cuddled her, but as the
realisation of the perhaps permanent loss of her lovers
became clearer, Null began screaming and wailing
inconsolably - and continued to do so for several more
weeks until she could no longer clearly remember just what
it was she was missing so terribly.
XIV
In Which Dodie rediscovers Innocence; and Innocence
acquires a new fame from past endeavours.
Dodie had been away from Wonderground for as long on
her travels as her stamina and savings allowed her. She
had seen so many different countries and districts, and
had met so many different people. And frequently made
love to them. She'd accumulated possessions and had them
stolen. She'd lain for days in foreign hospitals and
frequently been so intoxicated or drugged up that she'd
lost all knowledge and recollection of normal time and
space. But in all her wanderings, one of the moments
she treasured most was the occasion when she had sex
with Innocence on the glacier. Such a perfect location!
And Innocence such a mistress of the art of sex! Dodie
had come and come and come again - her cries of passion
bouncing off the mountains and threatening to set off
avalanches. In fact, so impressed was she by her moment
of passion that before the last drop of Innocence's semen
dripped out of her vagina, she went to a tattooist to
have the name Innocence embellished on her left buttock.
So when she heard that Innocence was living in
Wonderground, Dodie headed to the address she'd been
given expecting to meet her and also Mouse, who she'd
heard was Innocence's current lover (The lucky girl!). She
rang the doorbell and stood nervously in the porch in a
padded nylon jacket and huge trainers. Otherwise she wore
nothing at all, except a paraphernalia of studs and rings
piercing her body and skin at various points, and with a
head which unlike her crotch or underarms was completely
shaved bare. At last, the door opened and she saw a slightly
startled Innocence who was dressed in only a silk dressing
gown.
"Hi!" Dodie announced herself as self-confidently as
possible. "I'm back home!"
Innocence looked at Dodie a little blearily. Although it was
mid-afternoon, she'd clearly just been asleep, and finding it
a little difficult to focus her eyes. Dodie was relieved to
find that she remembered her after all these months.
Perhaps our lovemaking had been as memorable for her as
it was for me, Dodie hoped.
"O hello, Dodie!" Innocence said with a warm and
welcoming smile. "You better come in!"
Dodie's heart beat uncontrollably as she followed the
beautiful Innocence into the living room where she was
introduced to Kedi and Chastity who were eating dinner
and listening to a compact disc. Kedi was wearing nothing
as usual and recognised Dodie from several years before.
Chastity was wearing a very tight dress which fit as tight
against her body as a dress could do, but was too short
to cover her shaven vagina. Her hair was straight with a
geometric cut and fell just short of her shoulders.
"So, where've you been?" asked Kedi, whose English had
clearly improved a great deal over the years. "Mouse told
me that you were travelling the world."
"As much of the world as I could manage," admitted
Dodie, aware that her travels had been with substantially
less purpose and direction than even that description gave.
She was carrying a heavy rucksack on her back and a
plastic bag, and was pleased to divest herself of these and
leave them in the hallway. She was surprised by the
relative luxury of the girls' home. She imagined that it
would be much the same as the homes she used to live in,
with overflowing ashtrays, scattered empty wine bottles
and clothes scattered about. Here instead was considerable
comfort, with tasteful fittings and sumptuous thick pile
carpets and new simple and commodious furniture. There were
stereos, computers, videos, microwaves and everything.
This was clearly not a place of poverty. She felt a little
nervous as she took off her padded jacket, under which she
wore a sleeveless singlet that barely pretended to hide
her tiny little breasts. The house didn't have the smell
she'd become so accustomed to: of unflushed toilets,
unscrubbed beer-stained linoleum and hashish-stained
wallpaper.
However, her feeling of being an inferior outsider
diminished as she began recounting her exploits across the
continents, the people she'd met, the cultures she'd
observed and her more amusing adventures.
"It's a real fucking weird world out there!" she exclaimed,
scratching the long hairs of her crotch. "It's all fucking
weird shit, the lot of it."
She then produced a half pound of best hashish, from
which she crumbled a few grains into cigarette papers and
disinterred cigarettes, and with this stimulus and several
bottles of wine, the conversation continued for several
more hours and Dodie didn't find herself exhausting her
supply of anecdotes or opinions.
She discussed her sexual encounters with shepherds in the
distant mountains of the equator and their curious
predilection for making love to sheep, which took on
almost a religious significance. She discussed the
unsavoury political character of dictatorships that severely
limited freedom of speech, despite appearing so liberal in
other respects - particularly with regard to sex and drugs.
She talked about the way she suffered sexual and racial
taunts, and the more frequent times when her appearance
clashed with the attitudes of authority. She talked of
the drugs she'd taken. The sex she'd had. The times she'd
been beaten, had stuff stolen, intimately searched by border
patrols, and been sick. The religions, ideologies and wars
she'd found out about. The so many ways she felt her horizons
had been ineradicably altered by her experiences.
"I wouldn't have had one slightest change to all that's
happened to me!" she boasted, knowing this to be quite
different to what she felt on innumerable occasions.
It was inevitable that Dodie and Innocence should end up
fucking, which they started doing before Kedi or Chastity
had retired to their own beds. The lovemaking was as good as
Dodie remembered it and more so. And in the midst of it Dodie
confessed the strength of her affection for Innocence, how
she never wanted to be parted from her, how she thought
about her every day, how she had been so impressed as to
get a tattoo to celebrate her love. She held Innocence close
to her body - she didn't want an inch of space between
them - and cried unaccustomed tears of joy at the thought
of staying with her and making love with her again and
again.
Innocence was clearly both flattered and a little put out by
Dodie's protestations of love, but she appeared to have no
objection to having Dodie share her bed for the
foreseeable future. She clearly enjoyed Dodie's devotion to
her penis which she would hold and put again and again
into her mouth or vagina, to stimulate it when it was not
aroused and to satisfy it when it was. Dodie had the feeling
that Innocence was carrying the weight of some
unhappiness around with her, but she wasn't at all sure
why.
At first she thought it was to do with Mouse's departure to
follow her career, but she came to realise that their love
had never been particularly exclusive. She wondered if the
departure of Null, who had provided the means for the
girls' luxury, might be the cause. But that didn't seem to be
the full reason for her sadness, either. There was clearly
something that Innocence wanted in life which just living
with her sister and her sister's lover in comfort and relative
luxury didn't fully satisfy. Dodie hoped that her arrival as
Innocence's new lover might in some way bring more joy
into Innocence's life, but that somehow didn't seem the
whole solution.
Dodie's stated opinions for Innocence's dissatisfaction
narrowed on her ambiguous status as a woman with a penis
- and how her sexual identity was compromised and its
socio-political and socio-economic significances thereof.
She argued long and hard that what Innocence manifested
was the unease of sexuality in a tightly sexual stereotyped
society. Dodie's inner feelings, however, were that these
stated reasons reflected more her own character and
attitudes and probably not a great deal of Innocence's.
Innocence was quite excited when the film Forbidden
Love, - as was entitled the film she'd performed in while
she'd been living in Brook, - was finally released, and she
was able to go with Dodie to see it in the cinema. It seemed
to her that almost all the film footage that had been taken
of her and certainly all her modest dialogue had been
included in the final cut, and she appeared more
prominently in the film cast listing than she'd expected.
Indeed, a picture of her was even included in the poster,
with her penis fully erect, which it had never been in the
filming. Dodie was pleased for her lover, who seemed
much more excited by her modest film success than she'd
ever expected.
Innocence was even more thrilled when she got a phone
call from a small circulation magazine, Fuck Films
Today, requesting an interview with her to which she
unhesitatingly agreed. The whole idea of fame clearly
gave her considerable satisfaction, even though it was a
magazine Dodie had never heard of, and neither had the
other girls. Dodie bought a copy for Innocence to read,
which was more difficult than she'd anticipated as most
newsagents hadn't heard of the magazine either. It was a
rather cheaply produced magazine on not particularly good
quality paper, and featured long articles about obscure fuck
films, with pictures of the stars. However, this didn't
trouble Innocence who eagerly looked for photographs of
the unlikely named Nancy Titbits, who was the woman who
had phoned her up and was going to interview her.
Nancy looked just like her photographs when she appeared
at Innocence's flat with Paul, the photographer, and all their
recording and film equipment. She had short cropped hair,
was almost painfully thin with a tiny nose in a round face,
wearing a baggy tee-shirt emblazoned with the magazine's
name and a very brief pair of shorts. The photographer
wore very baggy and bedraggled trousers and jumper, and
long hair that fell over his face and didn't appear to have
been washed for several days.
"Where shall we conduct the interview?" Nancy wondered
as they were let in, clearly impressed by the luxury of the
flat.
Innocence was dressed in a long sleeveless silk dress with
a split in the side which travelled from her ankles to very
nearly her armpit and under which she wore nothing else at
all.
"Anywhere you like!" Innocence answered. "As long as
Dodie can watch."
"Of course she can!" Nancy said, settling for the girls'
living room. "I take it she's your lover!"
"You could say that," smiled Dodie who was dressed for
the occasion in just her singlet and wore a back-to-front
baseball cap over her shaved head.
While Paul was setting up the equipment, Nancy explained
what the interview would involve. Most of it would consist
of a question and answer session, which would comprise
the text of the interview. Then Innocence and Dodie would
be filmed together, either posing or, preferably, also having
sex. Finally, it would be desirable if Innocence could have
sex with her, so that she could legitimately include
comments in the article about Innocence's sexual skills. This
would also be photographed, to provide evidence of the
truth of Nancy's assertions.
"It's expected by our readers that the interviewers should
make love with the interviewees. For many of them it is the
main reason they read our magazine."
Dodie and Innocence had read Fuck Films Today with
enough attention to be aware of this requirement. Most of
the photographs of Nancy in the magazine had featured her
being fucked by a male porn star who had a minor role in
films where his substantial bulk was desirable. His penis
was of quite normal dimensions, but Nancy had done her
best to suggest that it gave considerable satisfaction.
Nancy settled down on a sofa next to Innocence and turned
on her cassette recorder. She started asking questions while
Paul fussed around taking photographs of the two from
several different positions. The questions she asked were
appropriate for an unknown fuck film star about whom
nothing was previously known. These were to do with her
childhood, why she'd chosen a career in fuck cinema and
where she thought her career would take her. She asked
very many more questions about her penis: whether it was
genuine, if she'd had it all her life, what shortcomings and
advantages there were to being a beautiful woman so
unusually blessed, and what her sexual preferences and
predilections were. At this point, Innocence was asked by
Paul to show her limp penis to the camera for him to
photograph, which she did by pushing her skirt to one side
over her wide-spread legs.
In all this questioning, Dodie noticed, Innocence answered
fully and without too much embarrassment, clearly delighted
in her relative importance as the subject of the interview.
It seemed to Dodie that Innocence was happier and more
relaxed than she'd ever seen her before. Stardom and
fame undoubtedly suited her. Dodie had never been filmed
having sex before - and neither, she discovered, had
Innocence - but it wasn't without enthusiasm that the two
divested themselves of clothes when the question and
answer session was completed and after posing for a few
moments for a few photographs made love together.
Dodie reflected, as Innocence's erect penis entered her
bejewelled vagina, that after having had sex so publicly
without a camera recording what they were doing, there
really was no difference now - but Innocence appeared to
have a better feel of what was expected of them by
positioning her genitals as prominently as possible. It
seemed to Dodie that her lover was actually enjoying the
sex rather more than she did normally. Her gasps of ecstasy
were notably more frighteningly full-throated than usual.
And when Dodie was sensing through the repeated series of
orgasms racking her slender body that Innocence was just
about to ejaculate, she untypically withdrew her penis from
inside her, pushed Dodie slightly off her and ejaculated her
prodigious semen over Dodie's tiny breasts and onto her
face.
Dodie licked the semen from off her face, looking at her
lover who was sitting astride her with a hand on her erect
penis squeezing out the last drops of semen that spurted
beyond her and onto the already slightly stained upholstery.
Her eyes were squeezed close in inexpressible ecstasy and
her full large-nippled breasts were heaving with her chest
as her body shuddered with joy. Her other hand held Dodie
down beneath her, gently massaging one of Dodie's
prominent nipples.
Dodie's services were then no longer needed as
Innocence and the now naked Nancy, whose breasts were
nearly as small as Dodie's, had replaced her and the two
were fucking together with incredible, almost theatrical,
abandon. Dodie felt jealous of the pair's lovemaking - a
feeling she had whenever she watched Innocence with
Kedi or her sister - despite her knowledge that in the same
situation she'd behave in exactly the same way. She felt
particularly frustrated in the knowledge that her episode of
filmed sex was over, and that Innocence wouldn't
appreciate it at all if her interviewer confused her
lovemaking with the fresh young film star with that with
her lover. Nancy and Innocence continued making love for
quite a while, involving all orifices - including Innocence's
own anus, which Nancy entered with a dildo strapped on to her
by Paul.
The photographer continued snapping away. He paused
during the more prolonged sessions of continued passion,
and then switched into action whenever the two altered
their routine to enter a new position or when a new orifice
was explored. He was clearly excited by the action, as
Dodie could see by focusing her eyes on the swelling in
Paul's trousers, but made no attempt to contribute to
the action himself.
Eventually, after Innocence had released copious amounts
of semen over Nancy's breasts, buttocks and face, the two
collapsed in an exhausted, wasted state on the carpet with
Nancy reflectively stroking Innocence's now flaccid penis.
Paul continued to snap pictures, and included amongst
them those of still damp and unmistakable stains on the
carpet and elsewhere.
"I think that will be quite sufficient!" announced a flushed
Nancy, standing up and slipping on her tee-shirt. She was
clearly quite flustered because she initially pulled it over
her back-to-front with the logo of an erect penis and the
slogan Films to Fuck to at the front rather than at the back.
She squeezed her slender hips into her tight shorts with
difficulty and then kissed Innocence passionately on the
lips.
The interviewers left in a state of disarray, but gave
precise details of how many pages the interview would
occupy - which was about ten including a centre-fold and
several full-page pictures - and the date of the edition in
which the interview would appear.
"It'll be front-page material!" Nancy promised. "We'll give
you good copy - you don't have to worry. Fuck Films
Today will do its best to promote your career."
These kind words gave Innocence obvious satisfaction,
which she expressed more greatly in the passionate
lovemaking she and Dodie indulged in not long after
the interviewers had gone.
XV
In Which Dodie compares the relative virtues of Innocence
and Chastity; Kedi abandons Chastity; and Dodie leaves
the comfort of Innocence.
Dodie understood the freedom of Innocence's love-making
and how it would frequently involve her fucking her sister
or Kedi, but it did little to lessen the jealousy she felt
when Kedi or Chastity were yelping with pleasure from the
continued thrusts of Innocence's beautiful penis. Although
she so often thought of her lover's prick being her own that
she found the pangs of sharing it almost unbearable, she
couldn't complain about it without being guilty of great
hypocrisy as she would often join Innocence in her
lovemaking with the others and, on several occasions, she
made love with Kedi when Innocence wasn't in or was in
another room making noisy and passionate love with her
sister.
She enjoyed her sex sessions with Kedi. The black girl was
a great lover: tender and passionate, somehow always
responsive to Dodie's mood, whatever that may be, just as
she was to that of the two sisters. She had no grounds to
complain as with the passing weeks, Kedi seemed to be
spending rather more time in Kedi's and Innocence's bed,
and rather less in Chastity's. Dodie knew, although neither
Kedi nor Chastity ever discussed it, that their relationship
wasn't going through the best of its days. Sometimes she
even heard the two lovers quarrelling in bed - usually just
before a quiet, dry-eyed Kedi would wander naked into
Innocence's bed and noiselessly ease herself into bed
besides the two of them. On those occasions, she never
demanded or invited sex, although she was appreciative of
Innocence's cuddles.
Dodie soon re-established contact with all her friends from
before her travels, but she preferred to spend more of her
time with Innocence at their house rather than in the less
salubrious flats, squats or bedsits she'd previously haunted.
However, she kept up her acquaintances sufficiently to be
able to spend evenings out with Innocence or Kedi to see
plays or to go to the odd night-club. She also revitalised
her friendships with her more radical political friends and
sometimes found her evenings spent fly posting or
listening to very dull, badly dressed middle-aged men
addressing an audience of people dressed with the same
disregard for conventional dress-sense as she. It was
through these contacts that she found herself active in the
anti-racist campaign in Wonderground.
The cause of anti-racism was also of great interest to Kedi,
who had less of an ideological and more of a personal
reason for wanting to be involved in any campaigning.
Kedi had suffered a great deal from racism in the district -
which although not as explicit or widely sanctioned as
before was still widespread enough for her to attract more
adverse comments for her skin colour (which she couldn't
do anything about) than for her nudity (which she could
easily do something about).
It was for this reason that Kedi and Dodie found
themselves coupled in the Multiracial Fuck-In, which was
organised by a radical group - the Socialists Wankers
Party - to protest against the discriminatory laws in
Wonderground which, although it permitted mixed-race
relationships, discouraged it by such means as not allowing
black, brown or Asian partners of foreign birth
Wonderground citizenship, but permitted it when both
partners were white - irrespective of the country of origin.
It was also a legal requirement on almost all government
documents to state skin colour, whether it was to sign a
receipt for paying local government tax, apply for planning
permission or to buy a television licence.
Kedi and Dodie went along to the march that preceded the
demonstration with neither of them in clothes, as did
almost everyone else who was protesting. Innocence, who
felt great sympathy for any group that was discriminated
against for reasons to do with their sexual or physical
make-up, nevertheless felt unable to come along as she
didn't want her penis to become more of a focus of
attention than the multiracial nature of the demonstration;
even though it was made clear to her that nudity, although
desirable, was by no means obligatory.
"I just don't want to make a big issue about something like
this!" she sighed, holding her penis in her hand.
Chastity wasn't too concerned about coming either,
asserting that demos were just a drag. "They never achieve
anything and it's always raining," she commented.
It wasn't raining at all as Kedi and Dodie walked arm in
arm with a crowd of Orientals, Arabs, Asians, Blacks and
Aborigines who almost outnumbered the white people in
the crowd, and contained rather more who were wearing
clothes and showed no inclination to participate in the
Fuck-In. There was a mix of people in the crowd - most of
them naked and most of them men - with a high proportion
of political activists many of whom, like Dodie, had
shaven heads and a plethora of body jewellery and tattoos.
There were also some with long brown ragged hair wearing
large rubber-soled boots showing off rather malnourished
bodies and carrying a strong smell of not having washed
for rather a while. Dodie knew that her life with Innocence
had changed her, as she deliberately avoided being too
close to those demonstrators or at least downwind of their
stench.
The protesters marched along the street - fortunately dry as
many of them, like Kedi and Dodie, were barefoot as well
as bare in every other detail, - crying out slogans like
"Black and White Fuck and Unite", "Fuck You! Fuck the
State! Fuck the Weather! Watch Us Fuck Together!" and
"Hell Alright! Black Fuck White! Come On Jack! White
Fuck Black!"
As they went by, an inquisitive crowd of spectators
watched as they proceeded, some visibly disturbed by the
way several demonstrators had already commenced making
love with each other as they went along; though the
multiracial aspect of it appeared to cause the most concern.
Dodie was quite excited by the attention they were getting
and on several occasions made great efforts to get her
mouth attached to Kedi's and her fingers into Kedi's vagina
as they walked.
Eventually, the protesters arrived at the town park where
the Fuck-In was to take place, but not before hearing a
procession of obscure politicians, wordy intellectuals and
minor celebrities appear on the platform and say how much
they supported the cause and how much they were looking
forward to joining in the sexual activity with the rest of
them. Long before the last speaker appeared on the
platform to announce that the Fuck-In had officially started,
the ground in front of the platform was covered by wildly
copulating multicoloured bodies replacing the shouts of
slogans by more earthy breathing, full-throated orgasmic
cries, gasps of ejaculation and the puffs of exertion.
Neither Kedi nor Dodie had ever been in such a huge mass of
naked writhing flesh before, which stretched beyond the
dimensions of a football pitch in all directions and where
partners were swapped freely. Initially, the two girls
concentrated their attentions on each other - Dodie as
always being brought again and again to unbridled orgasm
by Kedi's expert sexual skills. It wasn't long however
until the two girls lost sight of each other (although
occasionally their bodies must have conjoined) as the mass
of naked flesh overwhelmed them as it did everyone else
into one homogeneous heaving body undulating with packets
of sperm flavoured release. Semen splattered everywhere:
on white bodies, brown bodies, black bodies. Messing up
blond hair, tangling in black curly hair, smeared on
shaven heads. Sweat pulsed off black limbs, coffee-coloured
buttocks, golden-brown stomachs and down the inside thighs
of vaguely yellowish round legs.
The demonstration was a great success, Dodie was sure;
although she had no idea whether it would actually change
the world for the better. It attracted a great deal of media
coverage - pictures of the gathered mass coitus appeared
on the front pages of all the newspapers and was nearly
headline news on the television. It went on for many hours
longer than expected - and only the chill of the night finally
cleared away the last of the orgiastic demonstrators. But
most of all, as Kedi also agreed, it was good fun. It was
one of the most enjoyable fucks she'd had - and they'd been
through such a long series of partners. There were all
colours, both genders and enough pubic hair in her mouth
to keep her satisfied beyond the night and nearly drained
her of the energy to make love with Innocence that night.
Kedi and Chastity's relationship had always been less than
perfect while Dodie was sharing the house with them, and
it was inevitable that it would break under the strain. Kedi
was now spending all her nights in bed with Innocence and
Dodie, which made their nights more cramped. Much as
Dodie enjoyed feeling Kedi's warm slim black limbs
enmeshed in hers, she felt robbed of the last vestige of
exclusivity in her relationship with Innocence, particularly
as it was clear to her that Kedi somehow attracted more of
Innocence's affection than she.
The change in Kedi's affections - which she never spoke
about - very much upset Chastity who took a succession of
men into bed with her (sometimes several at the same time)
but made no secret of her desire to sleep with Kedi. Her
approaches, which were rarely subtle, were always firmly
but forcefully rejected by Kedi, who would even stop in the
middle of being fucked by Innocence below or above her,
to express her wishes. Dodie could see that it wouldn't be
long until Kedi would be leaving. When the day arrived, it
came totally without warning, when Dodie returned home
to find Innocence and Chastity involved in loveless
fucking, with Chastity growling and hitting Innocence as
she orgasmed to Innocence's thrusts. Dodie didn't feel
inclined to join - and anyway she'd just had sex with an old
friend of hers - so she wandered into the kitchen where she
found a polite note from Kedi which said that she had left
to visit a friend of hers and attached no forwarding address.
Chastity was inconsolable, but Dodie could see that she
was too proud to express it by crying on anyone's shoulder.
Instead she made frequent - almost incessant - demands on
Dodie and Innocence to have sex with her. Innocence
almost always agreed and, more often than not, Dodie
would be sleeping alone in Innocence's bed, while in
Chastity's the two sisters were fucking noisily and
agitatedly through the night. On these occasions, Dodie
would cry softly to herself, her hand idly masturbating her
bejewelled vagina as she imagined only too well the
movement of her beloved's wonderful penis as it thrust in
and out of Chastity's lubricious cunt.
Chastity's demands on Dodie were also very insistent, but
much as Dodie enjoyed the passion and intensity of her
lover's sister's lovemaking she found it empty of true love.
It was quite obvious to her that she was at best a poor
substitute for Kedi, whom Chastity clearly still loved, and
at worst just a distraction like all the men who'd leave
early in the morning never to be seen again.
Life with the two sisters was not nearly so pleasant now
that Kedi was no longer there. Dodie had to admit that the
black girl had been a much calmer influence on the
household than she could ever be. Without Kedi, the house
began to lose a great deal of its orderliness; and tension
rather than relaxation dominated over relations and sexual
activity. Innocence made an effort to remain the same, but
she was evidently upset by her sister's sorrow and allowed
her clothes to get more crumpled, spent less time on keeping
herself clean and tidy, and allowed the hair under her
armpits and on her legs to grow to a soft velvety down.
Chastity's appearance disintegrated much more obviously.
She allowed her shoulder-length hair to lose all semblance
of style and took to wearing only as little as she could, put
on with obvious haste and little evidence of discretion. She
took to wearing a singlet which had a rip in it that daily got
worse so that soon no amount of effort could persuade her
left breast to stop dangling out. Dodie found it disturbing
that no conversation with her could last for very long
before Chastity made a rather blatant attempt to
seduce her. She would grab Dodie's hand and press it
against the stubble of her pubic hair or against her free
breast and its protruding nipple. She would pull up the
singlet or tee-shirt that Dodie wore and press her tongue on
the small protuberance of bosom or the nipples that so
easily became hard and excited.
This was as nothing to her attentions towards her sister,
whose penis was almost immediately grabbed, massaged
and often inserted directly straight into her cunt or, on
occasion, her anus. Innocence wouldn't protest, which
upset Dodie the more, but her lover explained that it was
the best way she knew of comforting her sister for the
heartfelt loss of the black love of her life.
Dodie was torn between her desire to stay with Innocence,
whom she loved so deeply, and her need to escape from an
environment which had become quite unpleasant and
obsessive. She spent rather more time with her other
friends, often not returning home: knowing that rather than
be surrounded by the beautiful body of the most wonderful
lover she'd ever known she'd spend another night listening
to the constant thump thump of Chastity's bed against the
wall and the girl's unrestrained cries of ecstasy. She
wondered if she could ever find a solution to her dilemma,
- one that would allow her the opportunity to keep open her
relationship with her unusually endowed lover.
In the event, it was actually Chastity who provided the
excuse. Innocence had often spoken about her desire to
continue her school education from where she'd left off and
her sister had started discussing the subject with her. One
afternoon, after arriving from a long opium-smoking
session, Dodie found Chastity and Innocence sitting
together in the living room, not making love or even with
their arms around each other, but with a whole host of
quite dull looking brochures scattered about the floor. They
were commenting to each other about courses in subjects
as diverse as Politics, Biology, Philosophy and Religion.
"Isn't it wonderful!" smiled Innocence, seeing Dodie arrive.
"We're going to college."
"College? Really! Where?"
"O! It's simply miles away!" replied Chastity lowering a
brochure she had which outlined the various
extracurricular activities there were. "We're going to be
students."
"That means you'll be moving out of here," commented
Dodie thoughtfully.
"Yes, it does," admitted Innocence sadly, "but we've been
living here for ever such a long time! It'll be good to make
a change. And I'd like to be properly educated."
"And they've got a lovely swimming pool at this college,"
enthused Chastity. "A gym, a sauna and an arts centre. It'll
be wonderful!"
"I suppose I'll have to find somewhere else to live," mused
Dodie sadly.
Innocence sighed sympathetically. She stood up leaving
her brochure on the floor and walked over to Dodie's
forlorn figure wearing only a pair of denim shorts, allowing
her breasts full freedom. She put her arms around Dodie's
shoulders and pulled Dodie close to her.
"We may be parted for now," Innocence said. "But I'm sure we
won't be parted forever!"
This little homily comforted Dodie immeasurably. She may
be parted from Innocence, but she was still appreciated. A
warm moistness gathered in her crotch as she tightened her
grip on Innocence.
"I hope you're right! I so hope you're right!"
XVI
In Which Gryphon teaches Innocence and Chastity in a
college of Further Education; and develops a particular
affection for the attractions of Chastity.
Gryphon enjoyed her work as a school-teacher and it
was a great disappointment for her when it became clear
that she would have to seriously consider a move to
another institution - and as there was such a shortage of
suitable places in the district, it had to be to the local
college. The job suited her as she was able to indulge in
both of her passions: body-building and sex, for which her
positions as Physical Education and Sex Education teacher
gave her plenty of opportunity to practise both. As a P.E.
teacher, she could stay as fit as she could, using the
school's training equipment while at the same time
instructing her pupils in how to build up their bodies.
It was true that few of them were at all as interested in
developing bodies as muscular and awesome as her own,
but those who did were given every chance for
extracurricular activity as she prolonged her working out in
the school gym until quite late in the evening. Gryphon
loved that hot burning sensation that came after a long
session which told her that she had once again pushed her
muscular frame to its limits of physical endurance. It
particularly gratified her that in her school all Physical
Education was done in the nude and she had full
opportunity to revel in the presence of the naked bodies of
her pupils. She particularly enjoyed outdoor sports on
chilly days when her pupils' nipples were stiff and erect
from the cold.
The school was a Topless Girls' school where the required
uniform was a skirt, knickers, socks and shoes, and nothing
else. Some of the older girls - the prefects - wore scarves
around their necks but otherwise nothing hid the girls'
beautiful newly-formed breasts and their slim waists and
shoulders. The sex classes were particularly good for
Gryphon, although, of course, this wasn't where Gryphon
had the opportunity to enjoy sex with the pupils. The
practical sex was provided by the male Sex Education
teachers, who would fuck her in front of the class towards
the end of the year - when the subjects relating to sexual
organs and theory had been thoroughly covered.
In a way, this was the least satisfying part of the Sex
Education course as Gryphon had less interest in having
sex with men than with young girls for which she reserved
the greatest passion. She adored the bodies and sexual
innocence of the younger girl, and always cursed the
restrictions put on her that prevented her doing more than
touching their smooth vaginas when demonstrating how
their organs worked.
Her fingers could open wide the vagina of the lucky child
chosen to sit in front of the class for demonstration, but
hers was the only vagina she was permitted to probe
around more physically - pushing her fingers or a dildo
deep inside them. She wasn't even permitted to allow the
girls to put their fingers inside. However, in front of a class
of beautiful young topless girls she needed little
stimulation to excite her when she was demonstrating
masturbation and the joys of the female orgasm.
However, she had no lack of sex with the pupils and this is
what hastened her departure from the school. Not all her
colleagues appreciated the licence she took with pupils
who assented to seeing her after class in her study or who
agreed to extra-curricular sex studies away from the
school. But she wasn't the only teacher who took such
advantage of her wards - though most of the others were
men or older women who had somehow kept it far more
discreet than she'd managed.
There was no shortage of girls volunteering for her sexual
attentions - although Gryphon hoped that it wasn't solely
for the better grades this activity guaranteed them. She
hoped that at least some of them enjoyed their passionate
love-making in the gym late at night, in the school showers
or in the tiny study behind the Sex Education Laboratory.
She enjoyed running her hands and tongue over their small
or sometimes unformed breasts. She loved to pull down
their knickers and skirt - often leaving the socks and shoes
on, even though she was always totally naked - and apply
her fingers and tongue to their lower orifices. She loved it
when they rubbed their bodies against her, and particularly
when they could be persuaded to try on one of her
extensive collection of dildos, strapped securely around the
buttocks, and then thrust again and again deep into her
moist and excited cunt. What pleasure could be greater
than this! she would muse as once again the sweat of her
body would mix with that of her pupil, and the never
limp dildo thrust as deep into her as the selected
specification allowed.
Sometimes, she and other teachers would enjoy the
pleasure of their pupils at each others' homes. Some of the
male teachers - particularly the Maths and Physics teachers
- were particularly keen on practising at home the
traditional disciplinary roles otherwise denied them in the
liberal forward-seeking environment of a topless girls'
school. They would take pleasure - and disturbingly, the
victims as well, - in punishing the pupils for their school-
time misdemeanours with slaps on the buttocks or even
with a cane. Some of these girls never seemed satisfied
until their buttocks were red and raw, black and blue, from
the beatings that they received. The more harshly they were
treated, the more passionate the subsequent love-making. It
often seemed to Gryphon, who joined in this practice without
great enthusiasm, that the girls relished the punishment they
were getting as their just deserts for the extra grades they
were undoubtedly going to gain.
The headmistress was one of those, and the only woman,
who took pleasure out of this species of activity, and visits
to her home usually entailed the pleasurable company of
several pupils. These were particularly passionate evenings
for Gryphon - especially as the headmistress took more
pleasure from punishing the pupils than from having sex
afterwards. On occasions, Gryphon's muscular body would
be fawned over by three or four pretty girls - often not yet
teenagers - while the headmistress would watch from the
sofa whilst exercising her cunt with a cane or even the end of a
whip. Even Gryphon thought the headmistress abused her position
of authority as she felt sure that not all the pupils had
volunteered for such ill-treatment or had been fully aware
of the extent of her peculiar tastes.
However, Gryphon's departure was decided when the headmistress
left after a scandal involving not one of the pupils, but the
parent of one whose daughter had never participated in any of
these activities (and who consequently had to struggle hard
to achieve anything like the grades of her more sexually active
and indiscriminate class-mates). Gryphon never really found out
all the details, but the husband of this parent was extremely
incensed and the headmistress had to leave for another
district a long way away. She speculated that perhaps the
parent had been beaten like many of the pupils and the
evidence of this had been sufficient cause for complaint.
Nevertheless, the new headmistress, a small woman with
very small breasts (which she kept as revealed as those of
her pupils), was not at all sympathetic to staff who took
liberties with their pupils. Several of the previous
headmistress's closest friends were given a very severe
dressing down, as she delved into the discrepancies
between the pupils' grades and their ability. Gryphon kept a
low profile, knowing that the marks she gave them (especially
in Sex Education) were remarkably consistent with their actual
abilities. However, the new headmistress made sufficiently
frequent references to Gryphon about how she'd been
implicated in the sexual exploitation of her wards, for
her to know that her departure wouldn't be too unwelcome.
And so it was, that Innocence's and Chastity's first day as
students at King's College for Further and Technical
Education was also Gryphon's first day as a College
Lecturer in Physical Education and General Studies.
Gryphon's greatest disappointment was that the students
were of both genders and that they were mostly older than
those she'd been teaching before. She was also
disappointed that the pupils here were not topless by policy
- although several students were so by choice. And, in
some cases, were substantially more than topless. But at
least she was still teaching, and the College Gym was
actually a great deal better equipped than the one at the
school.
Chastity was a student in one of Gryphon's P.E. classes and
from the beginning she suspected that she was a girl
especially amenable to extra-curricular sex. She watched
Chastity with particular interest from her first day at school
- particularly noticing the intimacy she enjoyed with
another very pretty girl, with blonde shoulder-length hair
and a fairly conservative wardrobe of blouses, skirts and
plimsolls. Chastity wore her hair in short plaits and also
chose to wear a blouse and skirt most of the time - but her
blouse was almost always undone often allowing her
breasts to fall out and Gryphon spotted that she never wore
knickers underneath her flared skirt. She was slightly
disturbed when she learnt that Chastity's close companion
was not a girl-friend, but in fact her sister. There was
nothing about their behaviour together that suggested that
they didn't have a healthily intimate relationship.
She noticed that Chastity was fairly indiscriminate in her
choice of partners, flirting with both the boys and the girls,
and often to be found cuddling or kissing with one or the
other with total disregard to what others might think. This
gave Gryphon some hope of sexual satisfaction, as she had
not as yet built up any sexual relationships with any of her
other students. She had had sex with a couple of her male
colleagues, but this really didn't give her the satisfaction
that she craved. She knew that her very muscular frame,
with muscles much larger than those of any other member
of staff, was of great fascination to others at the school and
she enjoyed demonstrating the superiority of her physical
strength over others. So much for the weaker sex! But
however hard and frantic the lovemaking, however many
times she enticed her colleagues to ejaculate over her firm,
unlined torso, letting the semen intermingle in the oils with
which she habitually greased herself to accentuate the
ripples and contours of her muscles, however many men
she allowed to fuck her at the same time, it was the
company of young girls she most longed for.
She made passes towards some of the prettier, more
immature looking girls after P.E. classes while everyone
was still naked, or after General Studies lessons, but these
were always misinterpreted as just kind or helpful
statements and never led beyond an innocent pet on the
cheek or the caress of a naked behind. Gryphon longed for
more passionate encounters, where she could feel the sting
of fresh saliva on her face after a young girl's licks and
kisses. She longed again to hold a slim body in her arms
while thrusting again and again with her dildo into the
child's anus, and to watch the shivers of pleasure rack the
young frame. It was somehow easier at the Topless Girls'
school where there had been a long tradition of intimate
staff-pupils relations, than here where students had come
from such very different backgrounds and more often than
not had had no suspicion that there was more to be had
from their teachers than just pedagogical instruction.
She guessed that Chastity knew well enough of the
potentials for better staff-student relations, and this was
well illustrated after a Cross Country run she'd been leading
and in which she had effortlessly stayed ahead. She'd almost
regretted being ahead - although the competitive side of her
character wouldn't allow for anything different - as she'd
missed seeing the girls (and, incidentally, boys) running
along naked in the midday sun, a sight that always gave her
considerably erotic satisfaction. She'd showered and was
practising with weights in the Gym, admiring the muscles
swelling in her forearms and wrists as she lifted the
weights up and down in mechanical rhythm. She reached her
present target for lifting weights, and with sweat
trickling down her face, into her eyes, through the
blonde mess of her short hair and down the thick muscles
of her neck, she made her way into the changing rooms to
have a shower.
She was alerted to Chastity's presence in the shower by the
sound of serious panting and an occasional gasp.
Inquisitive as always, Gryphon crept slowly into the
shower where the water was still gushing, to see Chastity
with another girl. Gryphon paused breathlessly when she
recognised Chastity, but also at the sight of the girl who
was one for whom she'd reserved particular affection. She
was a very slim girl, with a very young body. She barely
had breasts at all and certainly no curves to betray her
sixteen years. She was also a girl that Gryphon had always
considered a lost hope, as she carried around with her an
air of untouchable innocence that the teacher believed from
previous experience was utterly insurmountable. And yet
here she was - a conquest by this sluttish student - enjoying
Chastity's fingers probing deep inside her cunt and her teeth
nibbling at her tiny precise nipples.
Gryphon stood at the corner of the shower room, transfixed
by the sight and the girl's passionate cries. Then she
noticed Chastity was looking at her and smiling while her
teeth and mouth wandered away from the nipples and
towards the girl's earlobes. When Gryphon betrayed her
emotion with a blush, Chastity grinned broadly and then
theatrically inserted her middle finger into the girl's anus.
The girl started slightly, her taut buttocks tightening in
response to the invasion, but any complaints she might have
were muffled by Chastity's tongue which burrowed deep into
her mouth. Gryphon stood fascinated, watching the warm water
of the shower cascade over the naked girls while Chastity's
fingers stimulated the girl from front and rear. Half of her
wanted to be invited to join and another half felt
uncharacteristically embarrassed and wanted to run away.
It was the latter half that triumphed, and Gryphon
wandered off to the Gym, where she sat by the vaulting
horse and began frantically masturbating. She pictured
again and again the image of Chastity inserting her finger
deeper and deeper into the girl's arse, and she could picture
further Chastity taking the girl's clitoris in her teeth and
nibbling at it, while she ejaculated again and again, louder
and louder, with her body shaking with passion with
greater and greater abandon.
"Why, hello there!" she suddenly heard. Gryphon looked
up with a startled expression, her fingers moist with
vaginal stimulation and her face contorted with the effort
of imagination. "You seem to have enjoyed my making
love with little Josie as much as I did."
Gryphon didn't know what to say. She looked up at
Chastity's naked body, with her red-ribboned plaits just
reaching her shoulders and still glistening with drops of
water from the shower. She tried to articulate something,
but Chastity bade her quiet with a forefinger to her mouth.
"You have such a beautiful body, you know," she
commented, placing her hands on Gryphon's shoulders as
she sat below her on the matting. "Those triceps and
biceps. All those curves and crevices. And such a lovely
firm stomach. And so smooth! Almost to your tiny furry
patch..." She kneeled down in front of her teacher and
placed a hand on Gryphon's pubic hair and started stroking.
"May I?" she asked, tweaking Gryphon's clitoris in her
fingers. Her teacher could only nod.
And so it was that Gryphon struck up a sexual and
romantic attachment to Chastity - the first time with a ward
on almost equal terms. She wasn't able to maintain the
status of superiority by rank and age that she managed so
easily with other charges. Chastity was not in the slightest
impressed by that - although she commented that she now
knew how to improve her grades without studying. When
Gryphon asked jealously whether this meant she was
having sex with her other teachers, Chastity only smiled.
Gryphon needn't have asked though, because she knew
from conversations with her colleagues that almost all her
male teachers and at least one other female teacher also had
sex with the girl. Her sexual promiscuity had given her quite
a reputation in the school - but so many had received pleasure
from her that she wasn't at all censured for it.
Chastity assured Gryphon that she was her favourite lover
at the moment. She loved her body, with its mixture of
feminine curves - the narrow waist, the full breasts, her
little girl lost face - and masculine contours. She loved the
firmness and strength of Gryphon's muscular thighs that
could grip so tight they could squeeze all the breath out of
her. And the muscles that Gryphon had trained in her pubic
region and her buttocks that she could use to stimulate their
lovemaking.
Chastity's sister, Innocence, remained a mystery to
Gryphon. Although Chastity talked about her, she never
mentioned anything about her sex life or sexual
predilections. She heard that quite a while ago she had left
home abandoning her education, and that now both she and
Chastity were assiduously recommencing their education
from where they'd left off. She was convinced by the
sisters' kisses and caresses that the two of them enjoyed
frequent sex with each. Often their sexual relations were
made more than clear to her as the two might kiss tongue
to tongue while Gryphon was looking on, but she never
saw the two indulge in genital intimacy. Perhaps Chastity
knew, as Gryphon belatedly realised, that her affection for
Chastity had become a jealous love, and more than the
thought of her beloved having sex with others made her
feel distinctly upset.
XVII
In Which Gryphon purchases affection and gains a little
satisfaction; the provision of Chastity to those willing to
pay; and Gryphon's discovery of the hidden virtues of
Innocence.
Despite the rewards of her affair with Chastity, Gryphon
still didn't feel that her sex life was wholly satisfactory.
She acutely felt the insecurity of having a relationship with
a girl who had so many different partners and made no
pretence otherwise. She looked for another outlet for her
sexual needs, and thought she may have found it in the
district near her town-centre house, which was famed, for
its streetwalkers and prostitution. She often passed the
roads where the girls, transvestites and transsexuals
paraded themselves for sexual services at all times of the
day and night.
The prostitutes dressed in all manner of revealing clothes.
Stockings, suspenders, garters, basques and even total
nudity - but however they dressed, by tradition they kept
their groins displayed. This was partly for reasons of
identification, as someone so prominently displaying his or
her pubic region (often blatantly thrusting it forward!) was
quite likely to be selling it as a commodity. It also was a
very handy way of being sure of the gender of the
particular prostitute as some of the most feminine
prostitutes, with quite substantial breasts and good figures,
were in fact endowed with penises. Gryphon quite admired
the dedication shown by these men towards changing their
sex, as it matched the dedication she had towards
building up her own figure - albeit in the opposite
direction. Some of the younger prostitutes - and these were
the ones to whom Gryphon was particularly enamoured -
were of ambiguous gender for quite different reasons. It
was the lack of gender signals that their undeveloped
bodies advertised that meant it was advisable to take a good
look at what they had between their legs.
Despite the muscularity of her frame, Gryphon was
undoubtedly a woman even though the clothes she wore
consisted mostly of track suits or other sportswear. As a
result, Gryphon was never approached by any of the
prostitutes as she walked home, which she felt was a great
shame. She often pleaded to them in her imagination to
turn their bodies towards her, flash their cunt or penis,
smile welcomingly and ask her whether she fancied a
fuck. They never did, as their custom was entirely
composed of men, who guiltily walked up and down the
street, furtively glancing at the women as they deliberated
just whom they wanted to fuck. And those that were not
walking, were cruising slowly along in their cars while the
prostitutes waited to run towards any car that slowed down
sufficiently or actually stopped.
Gryphon tried to pick up courage to pick up a girl, but
something about the sordid activity rather disturbed her.
She thought of it partly as an admission of her failure to
obtain a fully satisfactory sex life, and partly she felt that it
was an unsightly exploitation of her own sex. But on a
drizzly day when there were fewer punters and the
prostitutes were openly cutting their prices to generate any
business at all, she approached a young oriental girl -
perhaps only eleven years old - with a proposition. The
child was one whom Gryphon had often lusted after as she
passed by, feeling great sadness when she saw the girl
leading off one or two men with their hands groping
around the smooth vagina she showed beneath her white
blouse. The child was quite gauche as she stood there,
thrusting out her smooth unshaven wares, and today she
was wearing a see-through raincoat that didn't obscure at
all her blouse or her smooth crotch while she held up a
pretty little umbrella to keep the drizzle off her face.
The girl was more than a little amazed to be approached by
a woman - especially one with a physique like Gryphon's, -
but she nervously smiled and wordlessly led Gryphon
along the dark damp streets to her home, which was on the
eleventh floor of a tower block. Gryphon felt increasingly
uncomfortable as they mounted the urine-smelling steps
past graffiti with phrases like We Don't Give A Fuck!,
Niggers Keep Out! and Kevin Sucks Boys' Dicks!
However, they eventually reached the girl's home which
was one of several doors on a balcony looking over an
identical building opposite, in front of which there was a
constant drip drip of rain coming off the roof and through
holes in the plastic guttering.
The girl opened the door with a series of keys and took
Gryphon along a very dingy hallway littered with children's
toys and motorcycle parts to her room which betrayed all
the evidence of a girl more keen on pop stars and computer
games than on sex with middle-aged men (or for that
matter well-built woman P.E. teachers) Gryphon could see
that this was not the sort of girl who would ever have been
privileged enough to enrol at the Topless Girls' School, and
quite unlikely to get the chances in life that her pupils had.
Sex with strangers for money at eleven years of age was of
quite a different order to having sex with your teacher in
the hope of better grades. As the girl silently removed her
few clothes and hung them on the threadbare upholstery of
a single chair, Gryphon could hear the sound of the
television coming from the living room intermingled with
the whine of a young child and the yell of a frustrated
mother. She could also hear the constant thumping noise of
a stereo system from the flat above, but she had no way of
distinguishing what the music might be from its insistent
bass rhythm.
Although Gryphon was very practised in sex with children,
this was quite a novel experience to her. It was both sordid
and in a novel way very erotic. She hated herself for it
after she'd guiltily paid for the sex with an extra note on
top of those she'd agreed to (for which the girl was
pathetically grateful). On the other hand this sampling of a
world of degradation and disgust was curiously satisfying.
Gryphon quite enjoyed the fact that what she was getting
was paid services - like having her car serviced, or having a
haircut, or getting her clothes dry-cleaned. There was no
emotional baggage to carry around, though she felt a
certain amount of sympathy for the girl she'd spent more
than an hour licking, kissing and finally entering physically
with the dildo she'd especially brought for the purpose. The
fact that the girl bled from the violence of her sexual
activity seemed curiously distant from the real world of
sensation. She was, after all, only a prostitute.
Gryphon's discovery of paid sex became a secret passion.
She didn't feel able to discuss it with anyone. Not with
Chastity. Not with Innocence. And certainly not with her
colleagues. Had she still been teaching at the Topless Girls'
School she'd probably have confessed it to her
headmistress, knowing that in some peculiar perverse way
she'd have fully approved her behaviour and would have
total sympathy. However, for the prostitutes parading
Kingsway she became quite a frequent sight - especially at
the hours when there was least chance of being spotted by
any of her colleagues or students.
At first, she concentrated on her main passion - which was
for little girls - but she felt that with so much variety on
offer, she could afford to diversify (and in the competitive
cut-throat environment in which they plied their trade their
services were quite affordable). She enjoyed the sexual
attention of young boys, transsexuals, pregnant women, all
sorts. In many cases, she got a privileged view of the
prostitutes' homes, which were often rather less well
appointed than that of the oriental girl with the raincoat.
Sometimes they were filthy squats and the sex took place
on soiled mattresses lying on bare and filthy floorboards
with the sound of echoing conversation coming from other
empty rooms. Sometimes they were in tool-sheds, made to
look like bedrooms but with only just about enough room
for Gryphon and the prostitute to lie down with their feet
banging against the splinters of the door. The worst was
when the prostitute had nowhere to take Gryphon - and
she'd already agreed to her services - and it was sex
standing up in a backyard or a deserted alley-way, with
their feet covered in litter and the wind lapping around her
bare arse.
Gryphon knew that the prostitutes had mixed feeling about
providing their services for a woman rather than a man. On
the one hand, Gryphon took much longer to satisfy than a
man who could usually be expected to be relieved of his
semen within five minutes. On the other hand, sex with
Gryphon didn't necessarily entail either vaginal or anal sex,
and some of the more chatty prostitutes told her that often a
girl's cunt needed a bit of a rest. Gryphon could scarcely
agree, but she was aware that her purchase of their
services provided the girls with unsuspected variety.
One night as Gryphon was cruising Kingsway, she was
rather taken by the distant sight of one girl with her hair in
pony-tails, wearing a demure blouse and socks, - but her
vagina, as always, very prominently displayed. This
attracted her partly because of her own tastes, but also
because here was a girl she'd never seen on display before.
She was clearly very open with her offers, leaning out and
flashing her cunt boldly at every man who passed by.
However, it came as rather a shock when she approached
nearer to see that this prostitute was someone extremely
familiar to her. She was, in fact, Chastity, whom Gryphon
had never imagined as someone who'd ever find the need
to sell herself in this way. From her visits to Chastity's flat,
she'd been rather more impressed by the relative comfort in
which she and her sister lived. She hesitated, intending to
turn round so that Chastity wouldn't recognise her - but it
was too late.
"Hi there!" Chastity called out cheerfully, wandering
towards her. "Off home are you?"
"Well, yes," lied Gryphon who'd really been searching for
more paid-for pleasure, but still didn't want to confess to
her nocturnal habits. "What are you doing here?"
"What do you think?" Chastity laughed, hitting her gently
on the shoulder. "Us students have got to do something to
afford our education."
"Does Innocence do this as well?" wondered Gryphon.
"Innocence? I shouldn't think so. She'd be terrified if she
were confronted with a strange man. And I don't do this
that often - but when I do... It's real good money! Hey, need
the fuck of a lifetime?"
This last was addressed to a short middle-aged man in an
anorak who was passing by. He was one of the punters that
Gryphon had often seen wandering by. He paused in his
stride and nervously examined her.
"How much?"
When Chastity answered his question, he nodded and
Chastity put her arm through his. "I'll take you somewhere
for a fuck you won't easily forget."
Gryphon was about to melt away, feeling more than a little
upset to see her lover selling herself so cheap (although it
was for a little more than she usually needed to pay), but
Chastity grabbed her by the arm. "Come along, lover, this'll
be fun!"
The client didn't appear to object at all as Chastity walked
along, linking Gryphon on one arm and him on the other.
Gryphon felt dragged along by events and didn't say a
word, even as her lover put her arm round her waist.
Chastity chatted all the while with the client to ascertain
what his particular sexual preferences were and promised
to be able to provide all he wanted and more for the extra
costs which she specified in clinical detail. Gryphon's
thoughts concentrated on just where it might be that
Chastity might be leading her - her lover didn't live
anywhere near this district and she was sure she wasn't
someone who would use a backyard or a patch of grass for
a fuck.
In this she was right as Chastity led the two of them to a
quite nice small house tucked away down a private road
more noted for its herbaceous borders than its brothels. She
unlinked her arm from Gryphon's and rang the doorbell.
After only a few seconds the door was opened by a girl
Gryphon recognised from the school but didn't actually
teach. She was a shy, very skinny girl with blonde plaits
and wearing jeans and tee-shirt.
"Oh, it's you again! It's the fourth time this evening. If
Mummy were here..."
"But she isn't," smiled Chastity. "Let us in."
The girl obeyed, eyeing Gryphon suspiciously as they
walked through the porch into a wide hallway. This was
quite unlike the kind of house Gryphon usually was
escorted into, and she could see that Chastity's client was
also very impressed.
"I haven't managed to clean up since the last one..."
reproved the girl, leading the three of them on to a
bedroom plastered with posters of film-stars and in which a
compact disc was playing some inappropriately frantic
dance music.
"You'll get your percentage, Camille. And you can get to
watch again," Chastity replied, methodically guiding the
client to the bed and pulling down his trousers. His penis
was standing fully erect and he was clearly rather enjoying
being in the company of so many women. Chastity pushed
his trousers down below his knees, while running the
fingers of her other hand up and down the length of his
prick. "You can watch as well, Gryphon, sweetest."
Gryphon felt she had very little choice as she sat down on
the floor underh a travel poster while the girl who owned
the room sat frowning but unprotesting on her chair.
She watched bemused as Chastity lay on her back - not
taking any more clothes off and guided the man's penis into
her cunt. For the next few minutes, Gryphon and she
watched in fascinated silence, with the empty space filled
with the ecstatic shouts and cries of the singers on the
compact disc, while the client pushed in and out of her
cunt, his buttocks heaving towards them.
Uncharacteristically, Chastity made no cries of pleasure as
he continued his thrusts.
It wasn't too long until he gasped hard and fast and,
presumably having released his sperm, he collapsed on top
of Chastity's body. Gryphon's lover lay there smiling
cheekily at Gryphon and Camille, and then whispered into
the man's ear. Whatever it was she said, he appeared to
agree to and also to whatever the cost of it was.
He then stood up and so did Chastity, who approached
Gryphon and lifted her up by her shoulders. "I told him that
you were my teacher," she said by way of explanation as
she unzipped Gryphon's tracksuit.
Chastity's teacher felt unable to protest as her clothes were
steadily removed, and she appeared naked in front of
Chastity's client and Camille. She found her clitoris being
exercised and soon surrendered herself to the familiar
warmth of her lover's body. The sex this time was
considerably more ecstatic and Gryphon was able to
observe the client masturbating furiously - clearly
unsettling Camille who nevertheless sat in stunned silence.
Her love-making was rather disturbed when she felt some
droplets of warm liquid dropping on to her broad back as
her muscles were rippling with the tensions of lovemaking.
Startled, she turned her head, not too surprised to see the
client's penis spurting long streams of semen over her and
her lover.
When he'd released his semen, Chastity unceremoniously
halted the lovemaking, and led the client downstairs
leaving Gryphon and Camille alone in the bedroom.
Gryphon was exhausted and felt somewhat filthy.
Camille looked at her with a long melancholy stare that fit
very well with her long thin face. Gryphon felt obliged to
say something to comfort the girl - fighting her own desire
to take the girl's jeans off and to apply her tongue to her
young cunt.
"Does Chastity often come here?" she asked weakly, leaning
forward on her broad forearms.
Camille made no reply, so Gryphon repeated the question.
"It's the fourth time this evening," Camille replied. "The
fourth dirty disgusting man! And the third evening
Chastity's done this..."
Gryphon realised belatedly that the girl felt quite
understandably exploited, and she also knew that she
couldn't really say anything which could either justify
Chastity's behaviour or even comfort her. Furthermore, her
own participation rather compromised herself as an
independent witness.
"Just because Mummy's not here! What would she think if
she saw those horrible men fucking on my bed? I'll have to
put all the sheets in the washing machine - and Mummy'll
wonder why I've got so clean and tidy all of a sudden!"
Camille pushed a hand over her forehead and through her
hair. "Never again. Never again."
Chastity appeared again, counting a number of notes. "He
thought you were great, Gryphon!" she announced
cheerfully handing her a couple of notes. She then knelt
down in front of Camille and took the trembling girl in her
arms. "...And Camille, sweetest, my dearest love, you are
so wonderful! Only someone as beautiful, as kind, as
understanding, as you could help me in my time of need!"
She handed the girl a couple of notes and showered her
face with kisses. Gryphon could see that here was yet
another of Chastity's conquests, whom she'd presumably
decided was worth getting to know better for the
accommodation she offered. She also felt a burning flush
of envy as she watched Chastity passionately kiss Camille
full on the mouth and massage her small young breasts
under the tee-shirt.
When Chastity had at last finished, it was clear that
Camille had sufficiently forgiven her for her exploitation to
want rather more lovemaking, but Chastity was not ready
to oblige.
"I'd best show my teacher home," she said with a smile.
"Can't you stay?" pleaded Camille.
"Your Mum's due home soon, isn't she?" smiled Chastity
by way of explanation. She led Gryphon away after she'd
put her track suit back on and as she walked out she softly
commented: "I wondered if I'd ever be able to get away
from her..."
"Sorry?" wondered Gryphon.
"Camille," explained Chastity, opening the front door and
leading them out into the street. "She's so possessive!"
"Possessive?" Gryphon felt fairly possessive herself about
her errant lover. "How did you get to know her?"
"How do you think? I'm her first lover as well! But I really
don't want to get tied down with a wimp like her. She
thinks that I'll give her another session - but she was so
boring! Not like you, darling!" She squeezed Gryphon's
muscular buttocks. "You're a real lover! Shall we go back
to your place?"
Gryphon felt thoroughly helpless and completely
manipulated, but she nodded. "Yes, I'd enjoy that," she
admitted sadly.
The fact that Gryphon lived so close to the main drag
where the prostitutes hung out was seen as a great boon to
Chastity who took very little time in persuading her teacher
to let her use her flat to bring her clients back. At first
Gryphon made an effort to be in whenever Chastity
announced that she'd be back for a night of business - but
she didn't enjoy it at all. She didn't relish watching her
student lover being fucked on what was admittedly her
spare bed but one on which she herself had sex
occasionally. She had again tried, but really didn't derive
much joy from, participating in the lovemaking. She'd
never found men that attractive at the best of times, and
precious few of Chastity's clients could ever be described
by even the most charitable as attractive. The saddest
aspect, Gryphon thought, was their total lack of
imagination in their lovemaking combined with some very
sad fantasies that said more about a self-recognition of
their inadequacies - and not only in sexual matters - than it
did about the potentials of sexual adventure.
Gryphon found she preferred to find an excuse to get away
while Chastity was servicing her clients and pick up a
prostitute for her own purposes for which she would gladly
pay more to extend the period of lovemaking. This activity
though was palling quite rapidly as Gryphon found herself
imagining the girls she was fucking or sucking were just
girls like Chastity. And then the painful thoughts of her
lover lying on her spare bed with her legs open while a
hairy-arsed man thrust his buttocks back and forth and
looking rather apathetically at something immeasurably
more fascinating in the design of the lamp-shade.
Gryphon soon avoided inviting Chastity to her flat. She felt
that her relationship was already petering out not very long
after it had started and that her favours to Chastity had fast
become more akin to the financial gain she got from Chastity's
services (which barely covered the costs of the prostitutes
she'd be using in the meantime). Chastity must have realised
this, as she became rather more insistent that Gryphon should
visit her.
"I think it's about time I properly introduced you to
Innocence," she announced to Gryphon one day, after her
(it seemed) eleventh client that night.
Gryphon thought she knew what her student meant by this.
It was just a euphemistic way of describing having sex with
Chastity's sister - which she looked forward to immensely
having been very much won over by the girl's beauty, her
modesty and the suggestion she somehow imparted of
being a very passionate lover.
She could see though that Innocence hadn't herself
suggested the idea when she went to Chastity's flat to fulfil
her lover's promise. The girl wasn't as excited by the
prospect as Chastity so clearly was and seemed to find
endless excuses to delay going to bed with Gryphon and
her sister. This was even after Gryphon and Chastity had
long since stripped off their clothes and had enjoyed nearly
an hour of lovemaking together, watched by Innocence
sitting on a sofa sipping the last glass of wine left from the
bottle Gryphon had brought along with her for the
occasion. Gryphon felt almost embarrassed by the
hugeness of her muscular frame, the broadness of her back,
the leanness of her stomach and the prominence of the
veins in her arms. It seemed somehow so indelicate
compared to the softness of Innocence's sweet little body.
Finally, and after some cajoling from Chastity, Innocence
agreed to disrobe. Gryphon's heart skipped a beat as she
examined the pure round orbs of Innocence's full breasts,
the perfectly formed aureate nipples, the slender waist,
the smooth thighs - so beautifully proportioned: young and
slim and firm. However the palpitations of her heart were
as nothing to the near asphyxiation she felt when Innocence was
persuaded to pull down the silk knickers she'd left until last
and revealed a perfectly formed and now semi-erect penis.
How could such a beautiful girl be so divinely blessed?
Gryphon asked herself while Chastity took full advantage
of Gryphon's sexual excitement and buried almost the
whole of her fist into Gryphon's muscular vulva. She felt
close to fainting as Innocence strode across the room
towards her sister and teacher, her beautiful figure exactly
like her dearest fantasies of beautiful women but carrying
nonetheless a perfectly formed penis standing erect in front
of her just waiting for Gryphon to put her mouth around.
And this she did, after Chastity had shown her that
Innocence's penis didn't reject the advances of her sister's
lips and tongue. She traced her tongue around the moist
full-veined length of it, felt the glans prod gently against
the top of her palate and then slide (so smoothly!) down
her throat releasing that smell of male sex that Gryphon
had never really appreciated so favourably before. She let
her tongue wander around the hairs of the testicles, letting
one hard ball into her mouth and nibbled gently while
watching the frisson of pleasure it gave to the long length
of unsheathed penis.
It wasn't unsheathed for long, as Chastity opened her legs
and allowed her sister's prick full entry first into her vagina
and then, when it was fully moistened the anus Gryphon had been
prodding earlier with her middle finger and lapping it avidly
with her tongue. And then it was Gryphon's turn as Chastity
helped her sister move her erect penis into ... no! not that! ...
straight into her arse without first priming her vagina. Then
as Gryphon was experiencing a series of more rapid and intense
orgasms than she could remember - her eyes nearly popping out of
their sockets, her tongue raw from the bites of her own
tongue, her nose releasing snot from its own confused
intensity - there came the feel of the entry of a far firmer
and much larger phallus in her vagina. It was, inevitably,
Chastity who had taken a large dildo - easily eighteen
inches long - and was forcing it into Gryphon's front
entrance as deeply as she could.
Gryphon gasped and shouted and yelled and screamed as
the intensity of the penetration reached to the core of her
being, threatened to tear her heart out from the muscular
frame in which it was restrained and as her tongue
throbbed with dehydration. She flung herself forward with
exhaustion and lay flat on Innocence's sheets - a mass of
rippling muscle and smooth hard skin, buttocks rippling
with tension and her massively strong hands gripping
tightly at the corners of the sheet, threatening to tear the
entire bed in half.
After this, Gryphon saw rather less of her student and her
sister. She sensed that this lovemaking - in all its intensity
and passion - was not so much a prelude for more to come
but rather the final and most intense phase of a relationship
that left Gryphon feeling rather more soiled than
satisfied. She continued to teach Chastity and on occasion
the two of them would make love in neutral territory.
Never again at Gryphon's flat nor that of the two sisters.
More often in the gym after school or in the quieter corners
of the playing field. She didn't make love to Innocence
again. She felt rather frightened to do so. The natural
unrequested assets of Innocence conflicted too much with
her own pursuit of self-built perfection and she felt that the
full woman's figure that the girl had departed too far from
her first passion, which was still for the younger girl's
body.
This was after all why she had first taken up the profession of
teaching.
XVIII
In Which Purity is reconciled with Innocence; Purity is
separated from Chastity; and Purity appreciates the value
of Twelve, but is displeased by the association with
Chastity.
Purity hadn't seen Innocence for such a long time, and she
was very pleased when she heard that she and her sister
had left Wonderground. She'd never cared to visit a place
with such a poor reputation for racial discrimination, so it
was with rather more enthusiasm than might otherwise
have been the case she took the train from Brook to the city
of Labia where Innocence was studying at the Further
Education College. As the train travelled along, passing the
fields and forests that divided Brook from the suburbs of
Labia, Purity toyed with the idea of returning to education
herself, but reasoned she was having rather too much fun
being free and single.
She'd left the commune. She'd had quite enough of lentil-
burgers and nut-loafs, and had been staying in a friend's
flat in the village of Noir, but when she received such a
welcoming and chatty letter from Innocence telling her
about her life since leaving Brook it would have taken a
great deal to dissuade her from setting off to be reunited
with her old school-friend. She reluctantly put on some
clothes for the journey - basically being just a pair of cut-
off denim shorts, large air-ware soled boots and a rucksack
over her shoulders containing all the possessions she ever
thought worth taking around with her. Since leaving the
commune, she'd bit by bit abandoned the styles she'd
adopted there: she now had her hair cut very short (not
quite shaved off) and she started shaving her legs again -
and had recently even started shaving under her armpits.
She enjoyed the fresh feeling it gave her - but she still
didn't feel inclined to shave her vagina like so many other
girls were doing these days.
When she arrived at Labia Central, she was aware of being
rather earlier than she promised Innocence when she
phoned up earlier. She dragged her rucksack behind her
and wandered around the platform looking for something
interesting to do. She had absolutely ages to kill, and the
newsagents seemed to sell nothing of the remotest interest
to her. She put a few coins into a vending machine to
receive some tasteless coffee in a plastic cup (totally
against the principles of the commune who'd oppose the
waste of plastic not to mention the dangerous influence of
caffeine). She then wandered into the waiting room to wait
for Innocence, this being the rendezvous point that they'd
previously decided on.
Purity wasn't the only one in the waiting room. A man and
woman were locked in a passionate embrace in the corner
just by the waiting room gas-fire and just under a poster
featuring a naked man fellating another man that advertised
the wonders of express delivery services. Purity opened up
the newspaper that she'd bought for her outward-bound
journey, and returned reluctantly with a sigh to the
crossword she'd all but abandoned earlier. However as
often happened, she managed to finally crack one of the
stubborn clues on which so many other solutions relied and
in a spate of activity she knocked off several other clues.
She was engrossed for several minutes, but her attention was
aroused by the familiar sounds of ecstatic gasps and heavy
breathing. She peered over her newspaper to see that the
couple had rather departed from their more innocent
canoodling and the man was in the process of fucking the
woman quite openly, with her legs wrapped around his
waist. Even in Brook, openly making love in such public
places was not considered particularly tasteful, and Purity
watched in some fascination as the two became wholly
immersed in the intensity of their passion.
She noticed Innocence hurrying along the platform towards
the waiting room, obviously aware that she'd inadvertently
arrived rather late. With some relief, Purity deposited her
newspaper in a waste-paper bin, and dashed out of the
waiting room to meet her old school friend again. She had
grown her hair a lot longer since she'd left the Convent,
Purity noted. It was now she, not Innocence, who had the
much shorter hair. It was long and flowed over her
shoulders, a white tee-shirt worn over her voluptuous
breasts, a short flared white skirt and white knee-length
socks. Innocence looked every part the quality of what her
name suggested. She ran over to Purity and pulled her friend's
black body against her chest, and once again there was the
beautiful reassuring smell of her long hair on Purity's face.
The two girls kissed long and hard, their tongues deep inside
each other's mouths. Purity grasped at Innocence's breasts
under the tee-shirt while her lover massaged the round fullness
of her buttocks. Purity could feel the hardness of Innocence's
erect penis pressing against her side through the lines of her
skirt.
"Who gives a shit?" thought Purity as, from a sudden urge,
she guided Innocence out of sight of most of the platform,
and pulled down her shorts while at the same time freeing
Innocence's penis from the confines of her knickers. It
was as beautiful as she'd remembered it: erect and smooth,
veins frantically pumping in the blood and standing out
distinctly. Warm and hard! Throbbing and firm! Within seconds,
Purity guided it into her moist and appreciative cunt, giving
a gasp of involuntary pleasure as it slid into her. (Oooh!
So easily!) Innocence then thrust away at Purity, her buttocks
hidden from sight by her skirt, with a pair of shorts lying
at her feet and a poster supporting her heaving arse just behind,
that advertised the many delightful places that could be so easily
reached by train.
Eventually - and too soon, thought Purity - the passion of
the moment exploded in a release of hot semen that gushed
free of Purity's hairy cunt and dripped down onto her now
smoothly shaven thighs where it could easily be seen
against the darkness of her skin. With a bit of post-coital
haste, the two of them straightened themselves up before
heading to the flat that Innocence and her sister were
renting near the college.
Labia was a town full of students - university, art school,
seminary, technical college and academy students. Purity
felt distinctly inferior in her lack of education as she passed
the colleges that lined the main streets. She was also
impressed by the sisters' apartment. Where had they got the
money together to afford such a nice flat? And full of so
many expensive things! After her voluntarily Spartan life
in the commune, she felt rather overwhelmed by the
computers, videos, stereos, luxurious furniture, etcetera,
that filled their home.
"Student grants must be extremely generous!" Purity
gasped as she settled down on the sofa opposite Chastity
who had hair nearly as short as her own, wore a very tight
short skirt and black silk stockings.
"Not at all!" Innocence's sister replied. "Most students don't
know how they can manage at all."
"But you live in such luxury!" Purity remarked as she sank
into the deep recesses of an armchair which simply by
virtue of being covered in leather would never be permitted
in the commune.
"I don't know how we do it," Innocence admitted, as she
sat on the arm of the chair and ran her hands up and down
her school-friend's bare arms. "I think it must have
something to do with the part-time evening work that
Chastity does. And, as I told you in my letters, we made a
lot of money while we were still in Wonderground."
"It's wonderful here!" enthused Purity, leaning against
Innocence's bare breasts and feeling the nipple brush
against her cheek. "It's perfect!"
Purity had never been very fond of Chastity when they
went to the same school and despite her intentions of being
more charitable towards the sister of her school-day lover
she felt no great affection towards her now. While at school,
Purity had felt that her lack of feeling for the girl had
been from some kind of jealousy, but now she knew she had
some quite genuine reasons for her dislike. Partly this was
from the discovery she made fairly soon of the sisters'
incestuous relationship.
It wasn't that she was especially prudish, though it was an
activity she'd never dream of indulging in with either her
brother or sister. Rather it was more her belief that Innocence
was very much the exploited partner in a relationship in which
Chastity had taken advantage of the closeness they'd had from
birth. She got rather irritated by the occasions when Chastity
intervened in her lovemaking with Innocence and insisted that
her sister fuck her at least as hard as she'd previously been
fucking Purity.
It was true that Innocence got pleasure out of the
lovemaking, though Purity was sure that she'd never seen
her instigate it and always seemed rather apologetic as she
entered her sister's ever-waiting cunt. She and Innocence
might be having a most glorious fuck - she'd be lost in the
waves of her passion with trickles of her own vaginal
juices mixing with earlier semen released by her lover, -
when suddenly she'd find that there was an interloper with
her mouth around Innocence's balls, licking the length of
her glorious penis or locking her mouth with Innocence's.
There, as always, was Chastity getting quite obvious
pleasure from the power she was able to exert over her sister.
Purity also believed that Chastity treated her sister
rather more as a reliable standby than as a true lover. She
often bought home girls from the college to have sex with.
There was an ever-changing series of girls (and very occasionally
boys) who would be led by Chastity to her bedroom, the
bathroom or would be found in the throes of passion in the
living room. So many of them seemed to be very young. Much
younger than any of the students that went to the college. On
occasion, they seemed to be more children than consenting
adults - particularly the occasional boy.
Purity's sympathies were always towards the lover Chastity
brought back. They were often rather naive and unsure of
themselves. In fact, Purity was convinced that an unseemly high
proportion of them were virgins. It upset her to think that
for these girls their first experiences of sex should be with
someone like Chastity who almost certainly the following
day or the day after that would have sex with another person
whom Purity had never seen before and would probably
never see again. Some of the girls were quite clearly quite
tearful and unhappy after their experience: one which Purity
imagined they would be reluctant to in ever repeat.
She could only guess what activities Chastity indulged
with these young naifs, but there was uncomfortable
evidence left behind. The smell of urine in the bath where
she'd taken them or even on the bed sheets. The traces of
blood on the sheets, on the carpet or even just stubbornly
left on Chastity's thighs or on the dildos she often used. Some
of these instruments of sexual pleasure seemed to be of
quite cruel if impressive dimensions and even Purity after
her years of fucking blanched at the idea of them entering
her vagina or her anus, where she knew from the odd
blood-stained stool left in the toilet by a tearful visitor they
had been used.
"Really, Chastity," she one day rebuked her lover's sister
after yet another young girl had left. "Couldn't you be a
little more considerate?"
She felt extremely sorry as the tear-stained face glimpsed
her as she left through the door that Purity was entering.
The girl was probably no more than eleven years old and had
had some of her clothes rather torn by Chastity's rough
lovemaking.
"What do you mean?" Chastity spat back, angry at being
even mildly chastised.
"The way you treated that girl! I saw how she was stroking
her arse and I'm sure that's piss I can smell."
"What's it to you what I do with my lovers?"
"I was just saying that I thought you ought to think more
about the people you make love with. I'm sure they didn't
want to lose their virginity in such a brutal way."
Chastity snarled as she removed the slightly brown and
red-stained dildo she had strapped to her otherwise naked
body. "Firstly, what makes you think that little slut was a
virgin? And secondly, even if she was who are you to say
how she'd want to lose her virginity? And thirdly, I just
don't agree with you that I'm brutal."
"But, Chastity," interceded Innocence, who appeared from
the bedroom naked and with her penis still slightly erect
after having made love to Purity. "You must admit that
you're a little brutal..."
"Not at all!"
"Well, you sometimes get pretty rough with me, and I've
noticed you do get a little bit rough with your lovers."
"Are you siding with your black lover against me,
Innocence?"
"What do you mean, Chastity? Are you still bitter about
Kedi leaving you?"
"I don't care what you and your hippy friend think. I'll do ...
exactly ... what I like!" With that Chastity span around with
her dildo in one hand and marched straight into the living
room where she turned on the television and watched a sex
comedy which she'd normally have sneered at for being too
tame, with the volume deliberately turned up loud.
Purity's criticism of Chastity marred the atmosphere in the
flat from then on. Purity soon found that she rather
preferred the days when Chastity had intervened in her
lovemaking with Innocence. Instead, she became more
possessive of her sister and frequently denied her of her
lover's caresses. She became more polite than friendly when
she spoke to Purity and deliberately avoided allowing
conversation to become more intimate. Even the occasions
when Purity made a gesture of putting a hand on Chastity's
hand, in the hope that it would lead to an unfreezing of
the coolness between them, were left uncommented and ignored.
Eventually she had no choice but to remove her hand and
wander away.
OOccasionally, Chastity made rude caustic statements. Some
of these were about Purity's perceived prudishness, where
Chastity would pretend to seek her approval before taking
another underage girl upstairs - "If it's all right with
you, of course, Purity?" Sometimes these were harsh comments
about her being an old hippy with too much of a fondness for
lentils, alternative living and never wearing clothes. Purity
felt very vulnerable on this account, as she was still a
vegetarian and definitely never wore clothes any clothes around
the house. They still made her feel very uncomfortable. Some of
Chastity's comments were pure spiteful racism about her
colour: such as references to not seeing her in the dark or
not noticing if she were dirty or not. Considering that her
lover for so long had also been black, it made Purity
wonder if the object of her sarcasm was really herself.
She knew she couldn't stay for long in this atmosphere, and
she was torn between her desire to leave Chastity and her
desire to stay with Innocence. A compromise which she
tried hard to persuade Innocence to accept was that when
the vacation came she should come away with Purity to travel
together. In the meantime, she treasured her moments of
passion with Innocence on those nights when Chastity didn't
make first claim or drag her off (as she'd never done before)
to become an active participant in the abuse of her young lovers.
"Innocence, darling! I'm home!" Purity called out as she
pushed open the door to the flat after another futile day of
looking for work in the city of Labia. There was no reply.
"Innocence!" she shouted again, wondering where her
lover might be. She knew she wouldn't be with Chastity as
she'd seen her sister walking in town with one of her
college friends. She pushed open the door to their bedroom
to see Innocence in bed with another girl whose very red
lipsticked mouth was oozing semen from Innocence's penis
that was thrust deep inside while Innocence was greedily
lapping at her cunt.
Purity had never seen this girl before, and her appearance
was rather a shock to her. She was totally depilated.
Her vagina was shaved, her head was shaved and even her
eyebrows were shaved. This gave her a very odd
appearance as there was nothing to delimit her forehead
from her face. Purity stood at the door in a short skirt and
white blouse she'd borrowed from Innocence as the two
naked girls continued in their passionate lovemaking - the
strange girl only noting her arrival with a disarmingly
friendly smile. She stood there for several minutes not at
all sure where to put herself, until Innocence saw her there
and with a little gasp of embarrassment straightened herself
up while the strange girl wrapped herself around her. She
had very pale skin that highlighted the freckles around her
nose and shoulders.
"You've not met Twelve have you? She's a friend we made
when we were living in the country."
"Pleased to meet you," said the girl smiling and still
holding Innocence's semi-erect penis covered as it was
with the slime of her vagina. She leaned over with her free
hand to shake Purity's. "You must be Purity. Innocence has
told me so much about you."
Twelve's hand wandered upwards from Purity's hand to her
neck and then with a little force the skinny girl pulled her
face down to her own, almost unbalancing her in the
process. She pushed her tongue deep into Purity's mouth
and there was once again the familiar taste of Innocence's
semen mixed with Twelve's saliva and some other more
exotic tastes that Purity couldn't easily identify. Within
seconds Twelve and Innocence had stripped her of all her
clothes and the three bundled together in a mass of black
and white flesh. She relished the feel of her tongue on the
slight stubble of Twelve's crown and around her vagina.
She appreciated the way Twelve persuaded Innocence's
penis to regain its previous glory and assisted her in
thrusting it deep inside her cunt, while she licked and
chewed her clitoris and the lips of her vagina.
Purity was not happy about the way this girl had interposed
herself so easily between her and Innocence, but she had to
admit to actually rather liking this strange girl. She soon
identified the sole piece of jewellery she wore, which was a
small gold stud in her clitoris that felt so smooth and hard
against her tongue and which Twelve adored having
nibbled. She was also a welcome relief to the tension in the
flat that continued between her and Chastity who
nonetheless soon fixed her attention on Twelve when she
came home. Purity was grateful for the distraction it
provided Chastity as the two started sharing the same bed,
leaving her with more time with Innocence.
It was impossible to really dislike Twelve who was very
fair and selfless with her lovemaking - paying more
attention to giving pleasure than to receiving it, and the
source of many of Purity's more passionate orgasms these
days. She enjoyed their evenings out together, away from
Chastity and her stream of young lovers, either with
Innocence or quite frequently without her, as she was so
intent on her homework. Twelve was very chatty company
who easily made more friends in Labia than Purity had
ever done and rather more interesting company as well.
She was a strange companion to be with: her lips so red
and the rest of her so bare and hairless (an effect she
achieved by the occasional waxing as well as by shaving).
She wore an outfit of leather straps which pulled in on the
contours of her buttocks and just about hid the lips of her
vagina - although Purity was sure she could sometimes feel
the stud of her clitoris as they groped together in the dark
shadows of a night club or a pub. Her nipples appeared
through the straps around her breasts that did nothing to
disguise their smallness. On occasion she wore a collar
around her neck that she was sure originally belonged to
a large dog. She also affected to wear small fingerless
leather gloves that didn't protect her fingers from
the stain of nicotine or cannabis she so habitually
smoked. This last affectation was the one that disconcerted
Purity the most as tobacco was almost totally banned in the
commune (although most other drugs were not). The fumes
sometimes made her feel positively unwell and she was
always aware of the taste of it on Twelve's tongue and
around her stained teeth.
Twelve also had a taste for the kind of sex games that
Chastity practised and was quite pleased to participate
where both Purity and Innocence had reservations. She
was, however, somewhat more tender with Chastity's
young lovers than Innocence's sister ever was. Although
Purity always felt a measure of concern for the children or
older girls that entered into their grasps, she noticed that
they usually seemed less troubled afterwards (even if
Chastity sometimes looked dissatisfied). It was reassuring
to see Twelve kissing them tenderly goodbye, sometimes
for several minutes, before they left. Some of the sex
games Chastity and Twelve practised had an element of
perversion in them, Purity was sure. There was sometimes
a dribble of urine on Twelve's hairless thighs or even down
her face. Sometimes there was even the odd scratch or
bruise to be found somewhere or other on Twelve's body -
perhaps more visible in contrast to the paleness of her skin
and the slight impression of blue veins on her high cheeks.
Twelve only laughed when Innocence or Purity commented
about it. She never gave a full account of her activities with
Chastity - and Purity didn't really wish to know, either.
When Twelve discovered Purity's plan to leave with
Innocence during her vacation to travel around the country,
she positively bubbled with enthusiasm. At first, Purity
was worried that this meant that she wanted to come as
well, which was not what was really intended. Purity had
hoped to spend more time alone with Innocence, well away
from what she perceived as the malign influence of her
sister, but Twelve had somehow come to the same
conclusion herself.
"Don't worry, I'll look after Chastity!" She commented.
"It'll be such fun to have the flat all to ourselves!"
However, she was very eager to describe places to visit,
things to do, delicacies to eat and customs to be wary of.
Purity looked forward to the vacation as if she was the one
who was the student having a well-deserved break.
Twelve persuaded Purity to shave off her own pubic hair
which made her groin feel quite vulnerable and tender, but
undoubtedly added a new sensation to her lovemaking as
she could better feel Innocence's pubic hairs stroke against
her bare skin. She didn't enjoy the itchiness that pertained
after more than a day's growth, but she felt it was a small
price to pay for the new sensitivity she gained. However,
Twelve couldn't persuade her to dress more like her or her
friends. And she wouldn't shave her head or eyebrows
either. She just wasn't convinced that it would suit her.
Chastity also changed her appearance, but like Purity she
stopped short at shaving her head or eyebrows, but did
adopt a costume of straps like Twelve's, though hers were
of plastic, lycra or lace. This made her look both younger
and older than she actually was - but Purity didn't think
it made her look any more attractive.
XIX
In Which Alice rediscovers Innocence and learns the
virtues of Purity; in which Innocence and Purity are shown
in the practise of religious devotion; and in which
Innocence leaves Chastity and Purity loses Innocence.
The fruition of all plans is often much less than the
ambitions associated with their formulation, and so it was
with the vacation that Purity had planned together with
Innocence. They had scarcely been away a day when over a
drink in a cafe that was near the hostel they were staying at
they found themselves scaling down their plans to much
more manageable proportions for the time available. It was
then that Innocence suggested that they should visit her
friend Alice whom she'd not seen for a long time.
"I've always been a bit nervous visiting her, because she
didn't really get on very well with Chastity," she
exclaimed.
"Who does?" bitterly commented Purity.
"That's a bit unfair," Innocence said in her sister's defence,
but significantly not contradicting the assertion.
It was a couple of days later that Purity and Innocence
arrived at Alice's house, wearing robust shoes, shorts and
tee-shirts. Alice lived in a part of the country that Purity
had never visited before, but it was very suburban and
quiet. She enjoyed the leafy greenness of it all, but she
didn't relish at all the stares she got as she walked
along. She wasn't sure it was because there weren't many
young women her age so relatively lightly clad or if it was
because she was the only black face around. Alice's home
was a dilapidated terraced cottage in a quite anonymous
street. A red telephone box stood in front of her house
by a row of quite old cars composed in equal measure of
rust and metal. Alice, herself, when she opened the door
was completely naked, which seemed very unusual in this town,
with long hair down to her waist that obscured her small
breasts but not her light covering of pubic hair. When
she saw Purity there with Innocence, she started as if in a
kind of shock.
"You! Is it you?" she cried.
Purity wasn't sure what to say, but she smiled broadly.
"Hello, Alice! I hope you don't mind us turning up
unannounced like this," said Innocence. "Meet Purity. A
good friend of mine who I've known from school."
"Oh! Purity! A school friend!" Alice remarked. "Well,
come in. Come in. I'm sorry I seemed so startled. I just
thought Purity was someone else."
"You mean, you thought she was Kedi?" suggested
Innocence, as she and her lover brought their bags into the
small narrow hallway.
"I'm afraid you're right," Alice admitted.
The house inside was decorated quite well, with thick
wallpaper, framed pictures of cats and other animals and
rather a lot of mirrors. Alice escorted them into her living
room, where Purity and Innocence sat on the sofa, while
she busied herself with making some tea.
"I hope you don't mind us staying for a couple of days,
Alice?" asked Innocence. "It's so long since we last met
and I don't want to appear to be imposing on your
hospitality at all."
"That's fine!" smiled Alice. "I'm quite grateful for visitors.
It can sometimes get quite lonely, you know, living by
oneself."
"Don't you share the house with Dinah?"
"No, not any more. And I can't say I regret that at all. For
all I love my sister, I feel so much happier without her
around. And in any case it was beginning to get very
strained the two of us living on top of each other. I could
hardly feel I had a life of my own. And, as you know, there
are other things that complicate matters."
"Yes, there are," agreed Innocence sadly. Purity couldn't be
sure as she sat on the sofa sipping the tea Alice had
prepared whether her lover was reflecting on her troubled
relationship with her own sister, but she was quite
convinced that she was.
"Did you and your sister part on good terms?" wondered
Purity.
"What a question!" laughed Innocence embarrassedly.
"Well, not totally," admitted Alice. "And being apart does
have its disadvantages. It's a lot more expensive for a start.
And I don't get to meet all of Dinah's friends so often. But
all in all it's much better. I feel much more independent.
And I'm sure we get on better together than we used to."
The three girls spent a long time chatting and reminiscing,
sitting quite a distance apart on separate chairs. Purity felt
constrained by politeness because she knew that Alice and
Innocence had a relationship together in the past and would
almost certainly like to spend time together. She also
realised that both girls were less than totally forthcoming
and would wait almost indefinitely for the other to take the
initiative. She could catch the odd glance from the two
girls' eyes that told her that it was merely a question of
finding the right opportunity and all would be well. She
knew she shouldn't feel such an encumbrance, but she was
certain that if she weren't there it would be easier for all
concerned.
"You know, we haven't brought any wine with us!"
remarked Purity as it was approaching evening and the
inevitable time in which alcohol would need to be imbibed.
"That doesn't matter! I've got a bottle in the fridge." Alice
protested.
"We couldn't dream of imposing on your hospitality as
much as that!" Purity insisted. "Where might I go to buy a
bottle?"
It was quite a way away along unfamiliar streets, but Purity
dawdled there and dawdled back in the hope that in the
time she was away Innocence and her friend would have
picked up some of their boldness. It was not a pleasant
wander for her, as she was very painfully conscious of the
stares she received from the older men and women around.
And it wasn't as if she was even showing her cunt. Or even
her nipples! It was a relief for her to return to Alice's
house and to let herself in with the key that Alice had
provided.
Her hopes for her lover's return to intimacy with Alice
were not disappointed as the two of them were lying
together enmeshed in one other's arms and had clearly been
kissing each other. However, they hadn't progressed too
far, as although Alice was naked, Innocence had only
stripped off her tee-shirt and was still wearing her shorts.
Purity could see that the two of them would be sharing the
bed together and that she would be sleeping alone on the
spare mattress.
This indeed was what happened after they'd drunk both the
bottles of white wine that Purity had brought back with the
quantities of fish that Alice had prepared for dinner. They
chatted over the sound of Alice's choice of music, which
was both bizarre and melodic, and got increasingly tipsy.
Alice and Innocence were entwined increasingly closely in
each other's bodies, and Innocence had even stripped down
to just her knickers. Purity had long since discarded all her
clothes - feeling so much more comfortable being so
unconstrained and felt the pile of the carpet prick into the
dark flesh of her buttocks. Alice had many
uncomplimentary things to say about Chastity, which
Purity felt no compunction about echoing or
supplementing. Innocence made very little comment as her
two lovers complained about her bossiness, her
aggressiveness, the extent of her sexual appetite and her
perverse tastes, and most of all her lack of regard for other
people's feelings or their desire for privacy.
"She's much worse than Dinah!" Alice remarked. "I don't
know how you can put up with her, Innocence. I really
don't."
Innocence smiled sadly, but made no comment. It was clear
she found the conversation unsettling.
Purity deliberately drank more than usual, so that when she
put her head down on the flat hard pillow she could lose
her consciousness that much sooner. But as she sank off to
sleep she was sure she could hear Innocence's familiar cries
of sexual ecstasy mingling with those of Alice's. The
thought crossed her mind that she could join them. She
knew that neither would object too fiercely, and she felt
that her current relationship with Innocence somehow gave
her a kind of priority. Nonetheless, she thought, what the
two girls want more than orgasms is just being together,
and her presence would really just be a distraction. Perhaps
not too unwelcome, but a distraction for all that.
Purity and Innocence stayed at Alice's house for several
days during which Purity felt very sexually frustrated as
she observed her lover make frequent love with their host
which although it was never done while Purity was able to
watch was nevertheless done often enough and loud
enough in Alice's bed for her to have a very good idea of
what was going on. She became increasingly bored by her
stay. It wasn't quite the adventure she'd hoped for, and
however much she knew that Alice and Innocence were
enjoying the stay, she was rather looking forward to getting
away. She almost looked forward to returning home to the
flat with Chastity and Twelve, because at least she'd have
Innocence to herself for some of the time.
It was Sunday and although Innocence wasn't much of a
churchgoer in Labia she felt enough loyalty to religion after
her life in the Order of Magdalenites to feel that today was
an opportunity for them all to go to church. The only
church that Purity felt any interest in going to was the
small chapel of the Brethren of the Eternal Virgin, which
she heard had a particularly fascinating service. Neither
Alice nor Innocence was familiar with the order, which
Purity felt was just as well.
They dressed relatively modestly for the service, and joined
the other churchgoers entering the chapel, who were
generally also dressed quite demurely. Although the church
promised to contain Brethren, the majority of the people
going were women, mostly in their twenties and thirties,
wearing dresses that reached down from a high tight collar
to their ankle-boots. As they entered they were welcomed
by solemn church music from a small piano and were
greeted by the young minister wearing a gown that hid as
much of him as the dresses of the women hid of them. He
was very welcoming to the three girls and was particularly
impressed by Innocence's confession that she was a lapsed
nun.
"I hope that you haven't actually abandoned the Love of
God," he commented. "He will be with you always whether
you practise the faith actively or passively."
He guided the three of them to seats on the hard benches
near the front of the chapel. In front of each of their seats
was the small cushion on which they could pray and a
hymn book in a tatty brown leather cover, the print of
which had been worn away to illegibility. While Alice and
Innocence excitedly chatted to each other, Purity observed
the minister as he welcomed in his congregation and noted
with satisfaction the particular intimacy with which he
greeted some parishioners by kissing them full on the
mouth, with their tongues locked together. Others he
merely stroked their buttocks and in some cases their
crotch.
The church filled up fairly rapidly, and was soon full of the
hubbub of polite conversation as the congregation chatted
amongst themselves. When the minister judged that everyone
had arrived, he went to the pulpit and started the service.
Innocence and Alice politely looked up at him with
broad smiles as he began by welcoming everyone,
commented on the weather and then asked if everyone
could sing the first song from the hymnbook: Fuck Me
Jesus. Alice raised her eyebrows at that but made no
comment as the congregation launched into the song.
"Fuck me Jesus So Hard I Can Feel Your Spirit Move
Me!" the congregation sang.
Behind the pulpit was a small choir made up of young boys
and girls separated by an aisle and supervised by some
older choristers. They took the refrain with great
enthusiasm - particularly the chorus. "May Your Sperm
Imbue Me With The Holy Spirit. Fuck Me! Fuck Me! Fuck
Me!" they sang.
The minister began his sermon which was about how the
love of Jesus was so much a physical love and that His
desire was that all His worshippers should share their love
for Jesus and the love He felt for them in as carnal a way as
possible. This short sermon was followed by another
hymn: My Groin It Aches With Passion, followed soon
after by successively: My Arse Belongs To You, Lord
Jesus and Shower Me With Holy Semen.
"Let Us Pray," announced the Minister. Alice and
Innocence bowed their heads, but Purity kept her head up
and watched as the Minister unbuttoned his gown while
leading the prayer. Underneath he was wholly naked and
taking his penis with one hand he masturbated while
proclaiming his prayer. "Shower us with the Knowledge of
how best to show our Love. Give us the ability to love our
neighbours with all our heart and with the passion of Jesus
Christ who so loved us that He died for our souls."
When he finished with his "Amen." the congregation
looked up to see the Minister standing with his erect penis
in front of him. A girl from the front row, sitting with her
mother and father, stood up and with a few gestures she
removed her dress which she left with her parents and
stood wearing only her socks and ankle boots. She walked
up to the Minister, and in front of the hushed congregation
she kneeled down, took the Minister's erect penis in her
hand and stroked it slowly from the base to the glans. She
continued doing this for nearly a minute, and then with a
cry of "Hallelujah!" (which was echoed softly by several
parishioners) she took the length of it in her mouth and
sucked it long and hard.
Purity could see that the girl had not been selected for her
beauty as she was rather plain, had virtually no figure to
speak of and her eyes were just a little too close together.
But the Minister was clearly enjoying her attention. While
this was going on, several parishioners, crossing
themselves, made their way to the front of the church and
kneeled down in supplication in front of their Minister and
his volunteer. It was then that this part of the service
reached its climax, when the Minister carefully withdrew
his penis from deep inside the girl's throat and offered it in
turn to each of the parishioners, male and female, who
were to receive the fruit of Jesus' love in the form of the
semen that the Minister had blessed. As each took a small
gobbet of semen from the erect penis which was
practisedly secreting measured amounts of sperm with tiny
little shudders, the Minister placed his hand on their head
and said the same thing to each of them which was "Jesus
Loves You, Sister." or "Jesus Loves You, Brother."
This ceremony went on for much longer than Purity
believed possible. When each worshipper had received
their small portion of semen in the mouth, they stood up
with a beatific smile, crossed themselves and wandered
back to their seat. She noticed that many of the women had
fully undone the buttons at the top of their dress, revealing
their chest, breast and nipples, presumably so that none of
the Minister's semen would spill on their clothes. These
worshippers were of all ages, but interestingly were
predominately the older or plainer members of the
congregation.
When this part of the service was over, the Minister
instructed the choir to divest themselves, which they did,
revealing their children's bodies with undeveloped shape
and in most cases yet to grow the slightest vestige of pubic
hair. They came out in a row, stood facing the
congregation and entertained with renditions of Jesus Is
My Fucker, My Vagina Awaits Your Love, Sweet Lord
and Fuck Me Gently, Fuck Me Slow, Jesus My Love.
They then bowed their heads and turned around to leave
the church. They were joined then by all the children from
the congregation, leaving only the adults behind. Purity
smiled. It was clear that the Brethren of the Eternal Virgin
didn't want to be seen to encourage under-age sex.
When the last of the children had left, then with a cry of
"Hallelujah! God Be Praised!" all the congregation stood
up and stripped off their clothes with the notable
exceptions of Purity and her somewhat embarrassed
friends. The congregation began kissing and stroking each
other, and several made their way to the front of the chapel
which was covered by a large red cloth over a thick pile
carpet. They then started making passionate love with one
another and their neighbours with the Minister watching over
them and guiding them to their action. Purity watched
fascinated at the mounds of flesh and the
indiscriminateness of attention. There seemed to be no
distinction observed at all in the gender chosen of their
partners or several partners. Several parishioners cried out
"Hallelujah!" and "May God be Praised!" before plunging
into their sexual abandonment.
"Shall we join them?" wondered Purity, unbuttoning the
top two buttons of her blouse.
"No! Not at all! This isn't what I came here for!" protested
Innocence uncertainly, no doubt very nervous of revealing
her peculiar assets.
"You can if you like," said Alice disapprovingly, "but
Innocence and I are going home."
Purity smiled. She'd not really expected much different
from the two girls. But she knew what she wanted. She'd
had her eyes on several of the more attractive women in the
congregation, including a black woman with enormous
thighs and very full lips, and a woman of nearly forty with
a beautiful slim figure and perky little breasts. She
continued unbuttoning her blouse, freeing the breasts that
she'd kept so uncomfortably restrained, and pulled down
her skirt. She kept her shoes on though, as she was sure
that otherwise the stone floor of the chapel would be
uncomfortably hard and cold. She kissed Alice and
Innocence tenderly, knowing that they would very soon be
leaving, and then made her way up the aisle to the mass of
bodies.
She hesitated on the edge, with others who were equally
unsure but still murmuring the odd "Hallelujah!" The
Minister was wandering amongst his orgiastic
congregation waving his erect penis on them and scattering
semen over them which they received gratefully. "Jesus
showers His love on you!" he said as he released another
gobbet of semen over a tall woman with a large birthmark
covering half her face now slightly lightened by the shiny
glutinous liquid of the Minister's generosity. "I love you,
Jesus!" she cried. "Fuck me, Jesus! Fuck me!" It certainly
wasn't Jesus, as far as Purity could see who was entering
her vagina, nor was it Jesus who was thrusting
simultaneously hard at her anus.
It was like entering the cold waters of a swimming pool,
Purity decided. It's better to dive straight in, rather than to
wait for gradual acclimatisation. With that thought she lay
herself on top of the large black woman, putting a hand in
her crotch where a penis was thrusting in and out with
great enthusiasm, and applied her mouth to that of a very
young girl whose hair was in plaits and whose face
appeared to be a mess of acne spots. She felt a frisson of
pleasure as an erect penis, perhaps that of the Minister,
made its way into the moist and welcoming portals of her
vagina.
Purity didn't look forward to returning to Labia at all. She
rather enjoyed the respite from Chastity's sour
unfriendly character and resolved to leave fairly soon after
arriving. She could see that Innocence was aware of her
unhappiness and was herself troubled by it. She made a few
feeble attempts to defend her sister, but was quite clearly
ill at ease with Purity's bitter remarks. "Perhaps she'll
have changed after being left at home without us," she
commented unconvincingly.
There was no evidence of this when Purity and Innocence
found Chastity and Twelve in the company of a young girl
- probably no more than eleven years old - engaged in sex
games in the living room. The girl was on her knees with
her hands bound tightly behind her back and her mouth
pressed against Twelve's bare groin and with Chastity
pressing hers against her hair. Before Innocence had the
opportunity to announce their arrival, Chastity suddenly let
loose a torrent of urine from her crotch which ran through
the girl's hair and trickled down her face. "Uuugghh!" she
gasped with disgust. "It tastes horrid! I don't like this
anymore! I want to go home!"
Chastity made no reply. Instead, she pulled the girl's head
forcefully back and placed her damp crotch against the
girl's mouth, with Twelve looking evidently less happy at
the turn of events. She looked up from the child with a
look of some concern and noticed Purity and Innocence
watching with disgust, still in their clothes and
holding the rucksacks that they'd only just loosened off
from their shoulders.
"Why! Hello there!" she greeted friendlily, drawing
Chastity's attention to the additional company. She turned
her head round and smiled warmly at the two of them.
Innocence did not return the greeting with anything like the
same degree of friendliness. "What are you doing to that
poor girl?"
"Nothing she's not enjoying!" responded her sister baldly.
"I don't believe you!" Innocence cried with a certain
amount of passion. She dropped her rucksack on the
ground. "Leave the girl alone now!"
Twelve backed off and stood sheepishly to one side. Her
lipstick was a little smudged and she had a blue swelling
around one of her eyes. Chastity pulled the child's face
closer to her groin. "We're consenting partners. I don't
think you have any right, sister, to tell me what we should
consent to do."
"You seduce these children. You bring them home. And
then you abuse them. You piss on them! You tie them up!
You hit them! What sort of pleasure is that to most of
them! You're just a monster!"
"I don't do anything with my lovers they don't want me
to..."
"Do you tell them in advance what you're going to do to
them? Did you tell this girl that you'd piss in her mouth?"
"She enjoyed it! It was fun!" Chastity looked at the girl
who was weeping softly. She was standing up unsteadily
with her arms behind her and her hair damp from its recent
showering. Only the colour of the urine distinguished itself
from the tears running down her face. Purity suspected that
the girl wasn't too sure what had been happening to her
judging from the evidence of the grains of white powder
left on a mirror laid flat on the table and a half empty bottle
of whiskey by the side of it. Her gaze was unfocused and
her mouth looked unhealthily lax.
"It might be fun for you, Chastity. But it's just sadistic
abuse of minors as far as any one else is concerned. And I
don't think this little child's going to enjoy the memory of
what you've been doing to her at all! And what would you
have done later? Would you have crapped on her as well as
piss on her? Would she be forced to eat her own shit?
Would you start beating her with a stick? Would you push
a dildo up her arse? You're just a filthy disgusting pervert!"
"How dare you call me that! It's the influence of your coal-
cellar friend isn't it? Making you a real goody two-shoes. I
suppose she's got you eating organic rice and chanting
mantras now! What I do is my business and nobody else's."
"Come on, Twelve!" Innocence continued, addressing the
very guilty looking girl who was hoping to stay out of the
fray. "What's my sister been doing? Is there anything in
fact that she's not been doing? How many children has she
abused? How many young boys has she sodomised? How
many children has she tied up, beaten up, pissed on, shat
on and humiliated? I bet this place has been like a
sadomasochist's sexual fantasy while we've been away."
"It's not always that bad!" Twelve said, weakly defending
herself. "It's just that we get carried away. And there's some
real good stuff I've been getting recently. You just don't
know what you're doing after a while."
"I don't believe you!" countered Innocence. "I don't believe
my sister has ever not known exactly what she's doing! In
fact I don't think I can bear to even live under the same
roof as her."
"Exactly right!" spat back her sister with a venom that
startled Purity. "If you don't like living with me, you can
just leave. Forget all I've ever done for you. Forget that
we're sisters. Run off with your nigger lover and live in a
tepee. Grow fucking lentils and be so fucking holy. I
haven't forgotten that not so long ago you were a fucking
tight-arsed, dry cunted nun! Go back to your convent and
be fucking sanctimonious somewhere else. Take your
fucking Pure as the driven snow but as black as the fucking
ace of spades girlfriend with you. I don't care! I don't
fucking care what you and your cuntish friend do! You can
just fuck off and never come back, for all I fucking care!"
"I'll do just that! And now!" shouted back Innocence, who
turned around and raced out of the room. Purity glanced
back at Chastity who was watching as Twelve unfastened
the cords binding the young girl's hands together and
comforted her as she cried with the abandon reserved for
children. She then chased after Innocence, who true to her
words was pulling her clothes and possessions out of the
drawers in her bedroom and stuffing them with no
particular attention into some cases.
"Are you serious, Innocence?" Purity asked watching as
her lover busied herself with tears running down her face.
"I've never been so serious! I've got to get away! I can't
bear to live with her a moment longer!"
"But what about your studies? What about all the work
you've done at the college!"
"That doesn't mean anything any more! I'm leaving Labia!
I'll go off to the city! Start again. Live a life away from the
malign influence of my hateful sister!"
Purity looked out of the bedroom at Twelve who was
tenderly washing the young girl in the bathroom and at
Chastity who was preparing some powder on the mirror
and swigging from the bottle of whiskey while she did so.
She glanced around malevolently at Purity. "Who're you
fucking look at, you fucking nigger!"
Purity declined to comment, but hovered at the doorway
transfixed in hopeless indecision. What should she do? She
didn't feel inclined to join Innocence in her desperate
departure. She resolved to return to Brook. That was after
all where she felt most at home and where most of her
friends were. She had never felt properly settled in Labia,
and if Innocence was leaving there was nothing really to
keep her there.
"My sister's fucked me so many times! She's fucked me
like a fucking piston engine!" snarled Chastity. "Now she
says she's gonna leave me. What fucking ingratitude! I
taught her everything she knows about fucking. The best
fucks she's ever had have been with me! Everyone else -
you included - have just been fucking nothing. She'll come
back! She won't be able to live without me and my cunt."
Chastity swivelled round in her chair and faced Purity with
her shaved and slightly red vagina fully displayed. She
opened her legs and slid a forefinger into the open crack
while swigging a mouthful of whiskey. "Admit it! You
want a taste of my cunt, too. But you're not fucking going
to! And neither's my fucking sister! She may have the best
fucking prick there is but this is one cunt she's not going to
get inside again!"
Purity grimaced and returned to Innocence's bedroom to
see if she could comfort her. She felt that her role at this
moment was to stand by her lover's side in her moments of
distress. But Innocence was nowhere to be seen. She and
all her bags were gone. So, too, Purity discovered were
Twelve and the young girl. She was alone in the flat with
Chastity. She ran frantically from room to room, hoping
that she was mistaken or that some message had been left.
But there was nothing.
"Lost something, nigger?" asked Chastity unkindly as she
popped her head back into the living room. "Perhaps you
want a fuck." She had a very crude looking dildo inside her
vagina and was pushing it in and out. Her nostril was
running with snot mixed with a small amount of blood and
her face had a wild expression on it. Purity didn't answer.
She picked up her bag and slamming the front door she left
as well, leaving Chastity alone with her drugs and her
sexual aids.
XX
In Which Innocence is lost in Congress; and Twelve
introduces Innocence to the literary merits of Honore.
Twelve had no intention of returning to the flat to rejoin
Chastity. She'd had just about enough of her and how she'd
persuade her to do things with her young lovers that made
her feel guilty and soiled. She carried her rucksack of
possessions over her shoulder through the streets of Labia,
relishing the attention her appearance aroused, and made
her way to the railway station. She wasn't at all surprised
to find Innocence sitting on a bench in the station with her
own untidy bags at her feet and her face buried in her
hands. As she approached she could see that the bags were
hurriedly packed. Several articles of clothing protruded
through the openings. She placed a comforting hand on
Innocence's shoulder.
"Are you alright, Innocence darling?"
The unhappy girl raised her face to show tears welling from
her eyes and their liquid trail reflected on her cheeks.
"Leave me alone! Don't touch me!"
Twelve tactfully removed her hand. "Where are you going,
Innocence sweetest?"
"Somewhere. Nowhere. Anywhere! I don't know!"
"I'll put you up in my bedsit for a day or so, if you like. It's
a bit cramped, but it's the least I can do after the hospitality
you've shown me."
"I don't want to! I don't want anything to do with my sister.
Or any of her lovers!"
"Don't be silly, Innocence. You've got to stay somewhere.
You can't sleep here. And you've never been to the capital
before, have you? City life may well agree with you. Come
on! I insist! I can't permit myself to leave you in this
state!"
It took a bit more effort on Twelve's part, but she eventually
persuaded Innocence to pick up her bags and join her on one of
the many trains heading to the capital city of Congress. She
sat next to Innocence with her arms around the girl's shoulders,
squeezing her close to her bosom, wiping away her tears and
listening without comment to Innocence's long litany of complaints
about Chastity. Her sister was blamed for almost every misfortune
that had ever occurred in her life - a little unfairly Twelve
thought, but she had long believed that it was merely a matter of
time until the two separated.
Twelve's bedsit on the twelfth floor of a tall apartment
block was undeniably small. It consisted mostly of a single
bed that filled out the space not occupied by a tiny
shower, a single oven ring and a small cupboard that held
all her worldly possessions. There was no space for more
furniture, and it was necessary for all her guests to
join her on the bed. A small television set sat on top of the
audio equipment piled high on the cupboard. Every
available inch of wall was covered with postcards and
posters that reflected her present obsessions and quite a
few that she'd had and not yet wholly abandoned. As always,
it was with some difficulty that she pushed open her door
as it caught on the cigarette stained carpet that
covered the floor, and ignored the stares of her nosy
neighbour - a girl who Twelve disdainfully noticed was
unfashionably dressed. She had a twelve-inch dildo
strapped to her waist and two long plaits at the back
of her otherwise shaved head.
Twelve comforted Innocence as best she could, and with
the skill that came from considerable practice she divested
the girl of all her clothes and persuaded her penis into
erection and then into her welcoming vagina. She knew that
Innocence was making love more from a need for distraction
than from any degree of passion or affection, but she accepted
that. It in no way lessened the pleasure she received as
Innocence thrust in and out of her. She buried her tongue deep
into Innocence's mouth, gliding it over her teeth and in and
out of the crevices of her molars, more to prevent Innocence
from returning to her litany of woes than any specific dental
curiosity.
"Hi there, Twelve!" she heard while Innocence was
plugging into her anus, now sufficiently lubricated with
passion to take any punishment. "Got yet another new
boyfriend?"
Innocence looked up from where she'd buried her face in
Twelve's smooth face, and with her penis still hidden
inside, to examine Twelve's visitor. It was Twenty - one of
Twelve's closer girlfriends - dressed much like Twelve, but
with black lipstick and eye shadow and substantially plumper.
Her stomach rolled over the leather straps confining her
vagina and her large nipples stuck out in a kaleidoscope of
lipsticked colours. Her shaved head was hidden by a beret
and she held a lit cigarette in her left hand.
"Or girlfriend, I should say," corrected Twenty. "Or is it
both? Are you into transsexuals, now, sweetest? And what
is she? Girl gone boy? Or boy gone girl? The operations
must have been fucking expensive!"
Twelve twisted her body around and restrained Innocence
while ensuring her erect penis was still embedded deep
inside her cunt. She didn't intend to share Innocence with
anyone! Innocence probably wouldn't want to, anyway. But
she knew that given even the slightest provocation, Twenty
would get her surgery enhanced lips right over Innocence's
prick and suck out the last drop of semen.
"What the fuck do you want, Twenty darling?" Twelve
asked amiably. "Whatever it is, you're not fucking getting
it from Innocence here."
"Innocence, is it? What a fucking wonderful name! You
don't get many with names like that in Congress. Is it a
girl's name or a boy's name?"
"Innocence is a girl. And always has been! She's never had
surgery or anything. She's always been like that!"
"Well, fuck me!" exclaimed Twenty.
"No she won't!" retorted Twelve quickly. Then more
diplomatically: "Unless you want to, Innocence love?"
Innocence shook her head. Twelve knew she wasn't someone who
readily swapped partners. Also, she flattered herself with
some justification, Twelve wasn't that bad looking even if
the slightest bit of sun got her peeling like a thin-skinned
orange, whereas Twenty was really not that attractive however
much she managed to stay abreast of the fashions.
"So, what the fuck do you want, Twenty?"
"I just wanted to know if you want to come out.
Nowhere special mind. But somewhere."
Twelve quickly assented, knowing this would provide Innocence
with the perfect excuse to stay and rest. She knew all
Innocence really wanted was time to reflect and retire. As
she predicted, her friend showed no inclination at all in
joining Twenty and her in going to the night-clubs or wine
bars of Congress. She was quite happy curling herself into
a naked ball under the ragged blankets of Twelve's slim bed,
while her hostess slipped on her leather thongs and joined
Twenty.
"That's a fucking neat beret you've got," Twelve
commented.
"Yeah. Fucking great!" sniffed Twenty nonchalantly.
"They're all wearing them these days! You're not still
wearing a cunt stud, are you? Fuck me, girl! You'd better
take it out before we meet anyone. You don't want people
to think you're some kind of dildo dyke, do you?"
Twelve could see she had been away from the city too long.
She carefully removed the stud and left it on the
cupboard, while resolving to get a beret or similar as soon
as possible. She felt anxious that her reputation might be
irreparably damaged if she were seen bare-headed. On the
other hand, she was sure that the hats she had stuffed in her
drawers from previous vacillations of fashion wouldn't quite
fit the bill satisfactorily. She blew a kiss to Innocence's
distraught little face as she departed with her arm around
Twenty's waist, and the two departed jerking their behinds -
one taut and slim, and the other sagging over bulky thighs.
Twelve knew that Innocence wouldn't be happy for long staying
with her in her tiny bedsit and she also knew that her lifestyle
would soon conflict very untidily with what she knew of
Innocence's when she lived in Labia. She racked her brains as
to what she could do with her, and was convinced she found a
solution when she saw an advertisement in the local newspaper
announcing that her friend Honore L'Oeuf was visiting the
city. She was sure that Innocence would get on well with
her authoress friend with the massive 80 inch bust.
So, when Twelve at last returned mid-afternoon from a
long night out in the night-clubs with Twenty and several
other friends, her eyes bleary, her crotch dripping with
semen and lubricating jelly, and her thighs aching from
dancing and fucking, she was pleased that Innocence was
enthusiastic at meeting such a famous author. She hadn't
actually read any of Honore L'Oeuf's erotic children's
stories, but she was familiar with the name.
Twelve first met Honore when she was still a child - just
on the edge of her teens and hungry for sex. Honore was
attracted to her young child's body with its smooth crotch.
The fashion in those days for children's clothes made her
look even younger than she was with her long hair in plaits
and a flared dress that revealed her lack of knickers beneath.
It was the first time Twelve had made love with an older woman,
and of course Honore couldn't have been much more than twenty
years old herself at the time. She still remembered with
fondness the passion of their lovemaking and the accuracy with
which Honore identified the parts of her body that most enjoyed
stimulation.
Twelve took Innocence to a Literary Festival being held in the
Congress City Hall where Honore L'Oeuf addressed a sold-out
audience on the subject of sexuality, sexual abuse and children
where she was no doubt rehearsing her familiar argument about
the need for child erotica and how it did not imply at all any
encouragement for the sexual abuse of children by adults.
The hypocrite! commented Twelve to herself. Innocence
and she weren't able to buy any tickets so they waited
until Honore finished her lecture before entering the hall.
Honore's visit coincided with the publication of a new book
that was on display in the foyer. Twelve guessed that her
reason for visiting the city was to promote it. It was called
James and the Giant Penis, and featured the hero of the hugely
successful Willy Wanker and the Semen Factory in another story
of child related penis adventures. Twelve idly skimmed through
the pages of a copy below a cardboard display of the main
character struggling with an enormous penis almost as tall as the
boy himself and impossible to contain in any pair of trousers.
The pictures inside lucidly illustrated the problems that poor
James had with a penis that hit people as it spurted into full
erection, the mess it made on carpets and the difficulty it
had in penetrating any orifice. It did, however, make James
very popular with other girls and boys who took great delight
in playing with the penis and making it embarrassingly erect
and took showers in the gobbets of semen it inevitably
released.
The author was dressed in an enormous blouse pulled in at her
relatively slim waist, but didn't in any way disguise the
enormous swelling of her breasts against its fabric. The
buttons held in place with a desperation that looked likely
to fail every time her breast heaved with an exhalation of
breath. She wore a very plain navy blue skirt, stockings
and shoes. How drab! thought Twelve who only that morning had
bought a green beret she proudly wore on her shaven head.
When Twelve introduced Honore to Innocence she wasn't
at all surprised to see her eyes wander towards the restrained
breasts.
Honore was renting an apartment in the city for the weeks
until she returned to Brook. "I feel so much more at ease
there!" she said smiling, holding the massive weight of her
breasts in the palms of her hands. "I don't have to squeeze
these things into totally inappropriate clothes. But Twelve,
you'd just feel so odd in Brook. No fashions to follow. And
you look so divine at the moment. What a cute beret!"
Innocence was dressed in shorts and a tee-shirt. Twelve had
no success at all in persuading her to shave off any more hair
than that which she already took off her legs and her armpits.
She also had no success in persuading her to wear one of her
older thongs or even to show her breasts. Innocence was (let's
face it!) rather dull really. However, it was clear that Honore
was attracted by Innocence's quite reserved character and her
physical beauty. "Such a little beauty! The both of you
must come back to my apartment."
"And there are hidden secrets in Innocence's knickers as
well!" hinted Twelve as the three of them got into a taxi
with a young girl whom Honore had persuaded to come
back with her despite her mother's reservations.
"What might those be?" wondered Honore playfully, with
an arm around the small girl's shoulders and a hand
burrowed inside her blouse.
"Wait and see!"
Honore wasn't disappointed when they got back to her
luxury apartment and insisted that everyone take their
clothes off. "It's so uncomfortable otherwise!" It had
certainly been so for Honore who shed her clothes with
great relish, tearing off several buttons from her capacious
blouse. Twelve was pleased to see that the massive breasts
showed no evidence of sagging with age, and her enormous
nipples were still as large as her thumbs when erect which
they soon were. The young girl was much more embarrassed
about taking off her clothes, revealing her total lack of
breasts or indeed of any adult features, but it was Innocence
who was the most embarrassed. Particularly, Twelve assumed,
because her wonderful penis was already throbbing with desire
and would take very little effort to become fully erect.
"What a darling surprise!" Honore gasped. "Is it real?"
"It's as real as your massive mammaries!" Twelve
remarked. "And produces much more milk!"
Honore stretched out a hand and stroked the penis. As
Twelve suspected it immediately jumped to attention.
"Look at this, Six!" she said to the girl who was with them.
"Have you ever seen anything like this before?"
The girl shook her head shyly. "Only on TV. And not so
big and stiff!"
"And talking of big and stiff..." laughed Twelve holding
one of Honore's nipples. She pressed her mouth over it.
"Come on, Six. Taste this!"
Six and Innocence were soon persuaded to take turns on
Honore's prominent assets, the nipples of which soon
found themselves inside Six's vagina and Innocence's anus.
Then, with the application of some champagne that Honore
had delivered by a very nervous maid (who resolutely
declined to accompany them in their lovemaking), the four
of them were soon indulging in very frantic activity.
Twelve loved to nibble Honore's breasts while Innocence
hammered into her anus. She persuaded Honore, who only
rarely indulged in sex with penises, to accept
Innocence's member first into her vagina and then when
her passion was greater into her arse. She even managed to
persuade little Six (with assistance from Honore) to accept
Innocence's penis, despite her initial protests.
"I can't do this! It's not right!"
"It is, if it's right for her!" insisted Honore, as Innocence's
penis thrust deeper and deeper into the child's vagina
which betrayed its virginity with a release of blood and a
few cries of pain. "Six won't be the first little girl whose
loss of virginity I've supervised." She regarded Innocence's
penis as it released semen over the child's smooth skin.
"Now back inside me!" she ordered, taking the penis before
it was finished and, with an agility even Twelve thought
impossible for one with such large encumbrances, swivelled
her body round to impale herself again on the length of it,
her enormous breasts hanging to either side of her relatively
flat stomach.
XXI
In Which Leon rediscovers Innocence; and Honore is
introduced to virtues beyond the normal condition.
Leon never enjoyed his occasionally necessary visits to the
city of Congress. He was never very comfortable squeezing his
enormous penis into the leg of his trousers - even though he
always made a point of wearing them very baggy irrespective
of how fashionable that might be at any one time. He
particularly dreaded getting an erection as it pushed so
obviously against the inside thigh of his trousers, and when
he walked while his penis was in such a state he could easily
be mistaken for someone with a war wound or congenital limp.
He was standing at a newspaper kiosk just outside one of
the parks that adorned the city, wondering what to do
now. He had settled his business affairs for the day and
rather relished the opportunity to see something more of
the excitements provided by such a large city.
It was then that he saw Innocence in shorts and a simple top
that covered some but not all the mound of her bosom. She
was dawdling through the park looking around her at the
children playing on swings, the statues of famous naked
people and the clusters of sparrows. Leon strode into the
park and waved at her. She now had much longer hair, falling
freely over her shoulders. There were so many women in the city
who shaved off all their hair that this seemed almost unusual.
"What are you doing in Congress?" Leon asked.
"I'm looking for a job," Innocence confessed, "but I really
don't know what to do. None of the jobs I've seen advertised
look very good to me. I'm staying temporarily with someone in
an apartment, so I'm also looking for a place to rent."
"So you've only recently come to live in Congress," Leon
surmised. "Where were you living before?"
Innocence was clearly grateful to have someone to talk to. She
chatted about her studies in Labia, her departure from the flat
she'd shared with her sister and how she was now staying with
the famous authoress, Honore L'Oeuf.
"I've heard of her. She doesn't leave Brook very often, does
she? It must be very difficult for her to restrain her
enormous breasts in a city where full nudity is generally
reserved for the very young."
"You must have difficulties restraining your own assets."
"That I have! It feels so stupid hiding everything. It makes
it so uncomfortable!" He looked down at the length of his
penis which, despite himself, was swelling against the inside
thigh of his trousers as a result of the attraction he felt
towards Innocence. "But you also have some quite unusual assets,
don't you? Wouldn't you rather have them out in the open too?"
"Oh no! I'm much happier if no one knows about it. People
stare so much! It's so embarrassing."
"I'm sure it's mostly out of envy."
"Do you think so?" wondered Innocence, clearly
enchanted by the idea.
"Well, of course. A beautiful girl like you with such a
beautiful penis. The best of both worlds!"
Leon and Innocence eventually found their way to an open
air bar where they drank beer in the afternoon sun. Leon
discussed his views of the city and updated Innocence on
events in Une's life. Inevitably, the two of them soon went
on to the hotel where Leon was staying: not one of the
grandest in the city by any means, but as Leon knew only
too well no less expensive for that. Leon took her up to his
room which overlooked an office block and a distant view
of the river. Innocence was very impressed by the grandeur.
"It's so luxurious!" she remarked, running her fingers over
the walnut veneer of the back of the chairs. "And the bed
looks enormous!"
"It's big enough for me!" Leon agreed.
And soon it had to be big enough for the two of them, as he
took off his clothes to reveal the monstrous size of his penis.
He held it in one hand, and the two of them admired the smooth
length of it, the finger-width veins and the glans as big as a
clenched fist. Innocence remained clothed as she took its
tip into her mouth, just about getting her lips around it, and
feeling with her tongue the smooth curvature and the ridge to
the back of it. As she stimulated it, Leon felt the blood
engorging its length, making it yet larger and making him gasp
as it swelled beyond even its usual capacity. Innocence caressed
the testicles with both hands, juggling the rock hardness of them
in her palms. Leon creased up his face and looked up towards the
ceiling.
"Take your clothes off" he pleaded. "Please."
Innocence assented, revealing her own erect penis that looked
so junior in comparison to Leon's own magnificence. Leon
returned Innocence's favours by applying his mouth to it,
relatively easily getting the whole of it down his throat while
Innocence continued to concentrate her attention on his own
member. Much as Leon wanted to it was physically impossible for
him to get his penis inside any orifice of Innocence's body other
than her mouth. Her anus, although a practised recipient of
penises and dildos, was not nearly wide enough to permit entrance
to even the smallest portion of his penis. Leon was used to this.
There were very few vaginas, let alone anuses, which allowed
egress to him - and there had only ever been one cunt in which
he'd been able to enjoy normal sexual intercourse.
However, Leon had learnt to find his pleasures in other ways.
First of all he pushed his penis through Innocence's legs from
behind so that it protruded below her own erect penis, rubbing
along the base of it, tingling on the feel of her balls. Even so,
his own penis still outstretched that of Innocence's, even taking
into account the distance of full thigh it had to pass through.
His next pleasure was when Innocence went behind him, first
lubricating his arse with spit and jelly, and then with a little
exertion (his arse though welcoming was not that lax) she
entered inside him pushing her penis up against the base of his
penis, which as it was so well endowed was also more sensitive
as a result of the engorged veins that maintained its girth. She
took his penis with both hands as she fucked away, and it came
as a great and most pleasurable relief when at last the two of
them came together: Innocence's semen spurting inside him and
trickling out of his arse and down his hairy legs, while his semen
splashed several yards across the room and onto the expensive
wallpaper, the luxury silk sheets and the down-filled pillows. The
two lovers gasped in unison, surely disturbing anyone in adjacent
rooms (if they'd not already been disturbed by the rhythmic rocking
of the bed).
It was just that moment that there came a knock on the
door, and without waiting for a response a maid entered,
her head and eyebrows shaved and wearing only an apron
and flat shoes. "You wanted room service, sir?" She said
with no embarrassment as she pushed in a trolley with the
champagne, cakes and biscuits that Leon ordered. She
glanced at the two naked bodies with penises lying
collapsed and semen dripping down Leon's legs. She
blinked in surprise at the pair of them. She'd obviously not
expected to see two penises and certainly not one which
even exhausted was larger than Innocence's would be erect.
The maid blushed and then hastened out of the room, while
Leon stirred awkwardly towards the trolley.
"Have a drink!" He offered as he poured out a glass for
Innocence. "Then maybe we'll have energy for more sex
later."
Innocence smiled weakly. "Yes, that would be nice!"
Leon was soon to be introduced to Honore whose books he
had read as part of his business research and very much
enjoyed. He and Innocence found her seated in her apartment,
naked as always, with a portable computer on the desk
busily typing while partly watching Six and a young boy of
about the same age making love on the bed. Innocence had
told Leon about Six and the boy, Thirteen, whose parents had
eagerly introduced to Honore in the hope of him supplying her
with the sexual gratification she so desired and wrote so much
about. He was a lot bolder than Six, and was as difficult to
dissuade from making love as Six had initially been to
persuade.
"Hello, Leon," greeted Honore, after Innocence had
introduced him. "I've heard so much about you and your
business. So, at last we meet! It's a wonder we've not done
so before."
"Indeed it is, Honore! So tell me, what are you writing? Is
it more about your large-pricked character, James?"
"Don't stand on form!" Honore insisted. "Take off your
clothes! I know about your massive penis. Not as large as my
fictional one - but no less impressive for that I'm sure!"
Leon removed his clothes and revealed a slack penis still
considerably larger than Innocence's own. "I hope you still
think so!"
"It certainly is! I hope to get better acquainted with it. But
to answer your question. No, I'm not writing about James
at the moment. My present story is called The Ugly
Fucking. It's about a girl who's got a facial disfigurement
that really puts people off her, but when they get to know
her better they find that the rest of her body is truly
beautiful and that she is a truly accomplished fuck. At the
end of the story, the illness which has disfigured her is
cured and everyone falls passionately in love with her, but
now she can be much more discriminating about who she
lets fuck her, and upsets some of those who were
particularly nasty to her."
"That sounds like a very moral story."
"Indeed it is! And I've already planned my next story which
is about three sisters who get fucked by a rather unpleasant
older man in payment for rent. I'm not sure how that one's
going to work out - but one of these sisters is going to be a
lot more practical than the other two and manages to get
the older man in a situation where he can't take advantage
of the girls any more. I hope it'll be a riposte to those
who claim that my fiction condones the abuse of children by
adults."
"Not that you'd ever practise such things yourself..."
Honore blushed. "Of course not! But let's see your famous
penis!"
She stood up with care so that her breasts, which had rested
beneath the desk where she was working, would not topple it
over. Leon could see that the accounts of her enormous breasts
were not exaggerated. Knowing the difficulties his own
out-sized asset caused him, he sympathised with the problems
Honore's breasts would undoubtedly bring her. She glided towards
where Leon stood, and knelt down in front of him, the base of
her bosom resting on the soft pile of the carpet and her hands
and mouth applied to his penis. Within seconds his penis
swelled in a number of jerky fits to its full monstrous size.
Honore could barely get her mouth over its tip.
"Six! Thirteen! Come here! Here's another sight you'd
never believe if you'd never actually seen it!" Honore
ordered. The two children jumped off the bed and eagerly
ran over to examine Leon's penis. Thirteen was sufficiently
enthusiastic to put his mouth to the glans and attempt to
take it in his mouth, but his lips weren't sufficiently elastic
to stretch around it. His own tiny hairless penis had regained
its erection and he encouraged it further by stroking and
pulling it with a hand.
"Can I fuck him? Please, Honore! Can I fuck him?"
Honore naturally assented. The company was soon
enmeshed on the bed, excluding Innocence. She had only
recently introduced the boy to anal intercourse with the
assent and close scrutiny of his parents. Innocence felt
very uneasy about making love to children, and never
actually did so without Honore's forceful persuasion.
Leon soon had Thirteen's small erect penis fully inside his
tight anus, while thrusting his penis back and forth in between
Honore's breasts while Six's tongue greedily licked and
chewed on both his penis and her older lover's breasts. Six
then positioned herself on top of his penis, riding it like the
back of a pony, while Thirteen who'd shed his semen inside Leon's
hairy arse licked away at her tiny clitoris and pushed his
fingers deep inside her recently enlarged vagina.
This sexual activity continued while Leon held back from
ejaculating - a skill gained by frequent practice and expert
schooling - until there was no longer any possibility of
restraining it. Then with a sudden explosion, the semen shot
out, splattering Six's flat chest, Thirteen's short-cropped face
and trickling down the monstrous contours of Honore's breasts. And
then again. And again. And again. Over the sheets. Into Honore's
ready mouth and in her hair. On Six's shaven pate and over
her tight uncontoured buttocks. And even a few gobbets
flying over and splattering Innocence whose penis had
been pleasantly stimulated by the grandstand view.
Leon felt Innocence's full and more adult penis fill inside his
anus, causing his member to regain its full size. At the same
time, he could see that Thirteen had formed a chain of fuckers
by getting behind Innocence and doing what he'd already had
previous experience of by fucking Innocence's arse. In not too
many moments he felt the stimulated and stimulating Innocence
give release to hot semen that messily spurted through the
hairs of his anus and dribbled onto the long hairs of his
thighs. And then a collapse of bodies onto the waiting
cushion of Honore's breasts whose nipples pressed hard
and unyielding into his eyes while Six buried her tongue into
Honore's still unsated vagina.
Leon and his retinue of lovers panted, gasped and sweated
in post-coitus. Honore's face appeared between Thirteen's
spread cheeks and she smiled at him with satisfaction.
"You know all this has given me an idea for another story
for James and his Giant Penis."
XXII
In Which Innocence is found in work and in work is found
revived passion.
Innocence had achieved her independence: she had at last
found a bedsit and a job that paid well enough for her to
afford the rent. Honore had loaned her the money
necessary to pay the deposit on her new home, but she
hoped that with overtime she'd eventually be able to repay
her. It was a very small bedsit - much smaller than
what she'd been accustomed to in Labia or Wonderground -
but at least when she shut the front door she was in her
own territory, not shared with her sister or anyone else. The
bedsit was a single room dominated by a single bed, with
only enough room to squeeze past the wash basin, shower,
cooker and integral wardrobe. The view from the window
over the streets of Congress didn't excite Innocence's
imagination much at all, being mostly of the main road
fourteen stories below and the tower blocks opposite.
The job she got was at the Fierzehn, a city centre night
club. It wasn't one of the poshest or most fashionable night
clubs in the city, but it was nonetheless very impressive,
featuring dance floors on several levels, several fuck
rooms, a cafeteria and several bars. She was taken on as a
barmaid, but worried that the night club's topless policy
for its female staff might mean she would be expected to do
more than serve alcohol. Fortunately, the policy existed more
for reasons of fashion than for any sexual purposes, and
Innocence was able to hide her groin under shorts or skirts.
She also wore a pair of flat shoes to take the weight off her
feet while standing for several hours behind the bar. Not all
the other bar staff were inclined to limit their freedom of
dress to just being topless: one or two were totally naked while
most wore very revealing thongs that basically were only large
enough to hide a sanitary towel. All staff, however, wore
sensible shoes. The work was undeniably tiring. Her shift began
just after eleven in the evening and continued to between six
and seven in the morning.
The hours were not kind to Innocence. She went to bed at
the same time as most people were waking up, fortunately
sufficiently exhausted not to be disturbed by the sun
penetrating through the thin curtains to her bedsit or by the
roar of the city traffic. She woke up late in the afternoon,
prepared breakfast and whiled away the hours shopping for
necessities, sitting in launderettes and watching programmes
on the television she precariously placed on a chair at the
base of her bed.
Different nights of the night club had different themes and
attracted correspondingly different audiences. Most nights
were for the benefit of the young - mostly in their teens or
twenties - who came for the purposes of dancing and socialising.
Innocence felt most comfortable on these days, as the customers
were usually more intent on stalking the dance floor than hanging
around the bar. Occasionally, a woman or a man might sit on a
bar stool all evening and try to attract Innocence's attention
and persuade her to come to the fuck room with him or her.
Innocence was scarcely excited by the propositions, but even if
she were, her fear of revealing the penis she hid from sight
would have put her off accepting the offer. In any case, she was
usually far too busy serving at the bar to be spared for very long.
The fuck rooms were dark and plush and boasted a huge mattress that
covered every inch of the floor, and where the lights were so dim
that Innocence often bumped into lovemaking couples whenever she
ventured in, as she had to do to collect the glasses which against
the express orders of the management often found their way into these
rooms. It was very dangerous to have glass in a place full of naked
flailing bodies, who may or may not take advantage of the free
condoms that were available in several exotic flavours and designs.
The nights when the fuck rooms were most full were the
Singles and Divorced Nights, as they were called, where
older men and women - often in their forties and fifties -
gathered in embarrassingly young clothes that revealed far too
much flesh for the express purpose of finding partners. On
these evenings there were quite a few unaccompanied men or women
(but mostly men) who would sit on the bar stool and make
embarrassing conversation usually about how beautiful Innocence's
breasts were, why didn't she take off her shorts and did she
fancy a quick fuck. Or maybe a long one. On those nights the
fuck rooms were at their most overflowing and the dance floors at
their most correspondingly empty. Couples were often unconcerned
about where they should fuck and who might be watching. There were
copulating couples on the sofas, or on the carpet, or supporting
themselves against the bar as their partners thrust away at their
vagina or anus with penis or dildo.
The management did nothing to dissuade such activity. Indeed,
edited highlights from fuck films were broadcast from the banks
of television screens or projected onto the dance floor. There
was usually a floor show of some kind during the evening, featuring
striptease, bizarre sex and audience participation. This usually
happened fairly late in the morning, by which time the audience
had thinned out, with the express purpose of enticing the remainder
to stay on, drink more and forget about going to work the following
day. Innocence found the floor shows some respite from work as most
people who weren't already in the fuck rooms were no longer
interested in buying drinks and those who might be pestering her
were engrossed elsewhere. Innocence marvelled at the skills of the
performers, who were able to do things with their genitals she'd never
believed possible.
The other nights were generally preferable, even though
Innocence was conscious of not being amongst the most fashionable of
people. She had no intention of shaving off her head or her eyebrows,
although she'd adopted the fashion of wearing a beret or other small
cap on her head. She also didn't shave her groin as so many others did
and revealed all but the actual lips of the cunt. Not all young
fashionable people were quite as extreme as Twelve in their dress.
Some still had quite long hair like Innocence - enough for her not to
feel like an utter fashion pariah. Many didn't even reveal their
nipples, perhaps thinking that this was a degree of nudity beyond that
they'd be comfortable with. Or perhaps because they weren't especially
happy with the shape of their breasts. The breasts and penises
Innocence saw promenaded all night were of all kinds and not all could
be described in kindly terms.
After work, Innocence would join the early morning
commuters at the underground station. They were mostly more
engrossed in their newspapers than in looking at her, as she
sat with her legs crossed wearing an overcoat over her otherwise
nearly naked body. She studied the travellers opposite her with
interest, aware that even those looking directly at her were too
tired to actually see her. With only the rare exception, these
people were not on their way to well-paid jobs, and they
were correspondingly poorly dressed and very rarely
particularly fashionable. Although Innocence wasn't paid at
all well, she knew that she earned substantially more than most
of these others mostly in recognition of her unsociable working
hours, and it must be admitted, for her physical beauty. It
would not do for a night club like the Fierzehn to employ
unattractive bar staff: the custom would probably shift
elsewhere if they did.
There was one evening of the week when the night club
didn't require Innocence to work behind the bar. This was
because it was generally felt she looked and behaved rather
out of place, and this was the Hard Core Night. It wasn't
known as that because the sex was any harder than on any
other night. In fact, as far as sex went it was the Singles
and Divorced evening that had the most hard core sex. The
name described the music which was basically faster, louder
and more insistent than that on any other night. Innocence's
fairly tame appearance was somewhat out of place amongst the
rather bizarre and sometimes aggressive clothes worn by the
clientele. Her reluctance to bare her crotch was also a little
out of place.
However, one of the usual staff - a girl whose face was
normally covered by a veil and her feet by large boots, but
wore nothing else - was feeling somewhat poorly that
night. The manager suggested when he phoned Innocence
that it might have something to do with all the drugs she
took, and Innocence didn't find this at all unlikely. She'd
often felt uncomfortable working next to someone whose
body resembled a ravaged pin-cushion. So, she was
persuaded to come in, but not to wear anything less than a
very skimpy short dress that revealed her buttocks, but
not her precious crotch. In fact, Innocence rather troubled
herself that it might reveal more of a bulge than she was
particularly happy with.
She really didn't enjoy the music that was playing, if music
could be a word she'd normally ascribe to the thundering
percussion, screeching samples and high-pitched wails.
The audience however were totally immersed in it and the
sweat poured off their naked or nearly naked bodies.
Indeed, there was rather more flesh on display than usual,
if much of it was very pale and quite unwholesome. Far more
heads were shaved than usual, although there was a general
contempt for shaved crotches, underarms or eyebrows. Many
of the men had surgery to give them breasts that looked
incongruous on otherwise normally masculine bodies. Many
of the women still sported dildos, but it was unlikely that
these monstrous ugly things - often made of metal with horrid
knobs and hooks - were ever intended for sexual purposes. One
feature that both men and women had in common was a fondness
for laced boots that often reached high up above their ankles
and sometimes had steel toecaps. There was actually
rather less sex than usual: the fuck rooms were mostly used
for drug-taking and the toilets were almost always heaving with
people hanging around or injecting themselves.
Innocence felt rather uncomfortable as she served the real ale,
bottled beer and mineral water that were the favoured drinks of
the mostly young clientele. She didn't feel that way as a result
of any sexual advances. She just didn't know how to respond to
the aggression many of the women expressed to her and didn't like
the names she was given, like Hot Pants, Tight Cunt and, most
scathingly of all, Magazine Model. She tried to maintain a
bland friendly smile which attracted even more adverse
attention, until she copied the blank expression shown by the
other bar steward, a slightly plump girl with shaved head,
military beret and plaited pubic hair.
It was on this evening that Innocence once again met her
old lover, Dodie, who was with a company of other girls
dressed just like her with green berets decorated by a single
red star, boots and nothing else. Like them, her head was
shaved but the eyebrows weren't, and the only piece of
jewellery she wore was a single plastic bangle on her left
arm. When Innocence first saw her she was kissing another
girl with a patch over one eye and breasts that seemed
curiously large on an otherwise emaciated body. Innocence
suspected that the breasts were surgically enhanced judging
from their unnatural firmness. Dodie wandered over to the bar,
looking somewhat disorientated, with heavy lids over
bloodshot eyes and a faint trail of snot from her nose.
When she saw Innocence, she paused as if hit by something
and stood transfixed as if trying to be sure she could
believe what she saw. Sparkle returned to her eyes and
she grinned broadly and a little foolishly.
"Innocence! My love! My loveliest!" she exclaimed in a
totally incongruous way for this unromantic environment.
She leaned heavily on the bar, her long nipples brushing
against an ice bucket and her elbows soaked in beery place
mats. "Is it you? Is it truly you?"
Innocence smiled, while returning change from an order
for several bottles of mineral water and alka-seltzer. "It is!
This is where I work now."
"I didn't know you were into Hard Core. You certainly
don't look the part."
"I'm not. It's just my job!"
Dodie abandoned her friends, who occasionally returned to
offer her a toke from a large joint or a sniff from smoke-
filled glasses, and spent the whole evening sitting at the
bar chatting to Innocence, while her old lover continued
to serve customers. She chatted and chatted, without respite,
about all that she'd done and seen since she'd left
Wonderground. She'd only just arrived in Congress, and was
currently dossing on the sofa in a very grubby squat in the
Shit district of the city, an area Innocence had never visited
for fear of being attacked by muggers or for being approached
as a prostitute. She returned again and again in her rambling
conversation to her abiding love for Innocence which persisted
so strongly through all the fucks she'd had: the indifferent,
the casual and the passionate. "You're the only one who has ever
brought meaning to my life!" she exclaimed with
unselfconscious passion, clearly embarrassing the tall
large-breasted man standing beside her with a large tattoo
embellished on his shaved forehead.
Innocence found it impossible to resist inviting Dodie back to
her bedsit, who barely noticed her environment at all, unlacing
the long laces of her boots and collapsing onto her bed. She
smiled blissfully. "It's so wonderful to see you again!" she
exclaimed as she fell into immediate unconsciousness. Innocence
slightly resented Dodie's invasion of her already limited space,
but tidied the sheets around her, pulled off her dress and
sneaked into the bed next to her.
The following morning, Innocence was awoken, very
bleary eyed and with a raw mouth, to the distinct sensation
of wet hungry lips taking her penis deep into a mouth and
pulling it up into a more sensitive erection than she
normally had so early in the day. She opened her eyes and
focused on a dark raw hairy mass directly above her, only
gradually becoming aware that she was staring straight into
Dodie's cunt. The long skinny body with tiny breasts and
with Innocence marked on her buttock caressed the
front of her body and replaced the warmth of the duvet.
Reluctantly at first, but with increasing pleasure,
Innocence surrendered herself to Dodie's affection, and soon
reciprocated by firmly pushing her tongue into Dodie's
anus, while stroking and probing the vagina with her
fingers.
Dodie moved more or less permanently into Innocence's
bedsit - never able to get enough of her body. The only
times they were parted was when Innocence went to work
and Dodie went to join the company of her other friends,
happy to indulge in drugs and sex with them, unaware that
this in any way compromised the passion she felt for her
well-endowed lover. There was very little space in Innocence's
bed for the two of them, so they slept very much enveloped in
each other's bodies: Innocence's penis often left to sleep inside
Dodie's cunt and her face side by side with Dodie's always
blissfully grinning face.
Innocence didn't doubt the passion of Dodie's affection for
her, and in the lonely forbidding anonymity of the city this
was a centre of stability and comfort for which she became
progressively more grateful. At the same time, however, it
was a struggle to encourage Dodie to be more tidy, to
return the cap to the toothpaste and to take her boots off
before clambering onto the bed. These were minor trials
however compared to the greater benefits of Dodie's
constant love and affection.
XXIII
In Which Innocence is displayed on film and is shown
together with an old friend.
It was Dodie who reminded Innocence of the interview
she'd had with Fuck Films Today and her appearance in
Forbidden Love. "It's absolutely ridiculous that you
should be working for virtually nothing at the Fierzehn,
especially as you don't really like music, when you
could be earning a hell of a lot more in fuck films."
"I'm not sure I want to be filmed fucking people,"
Innocence retorted.
"Don't be silly. You were happy enough having sex with
Nancy Shittits or whatever her name was. If that's not
being filmed fucking, what is? And you only got a little
amount of money for that! Come on! They're always
auditioning for people to star in fuck films. Look at these
ads in the paper!" Dodie showed her lover the classified
section in the evening paper. There certainly wasn't any
shortage of demand.
Innocence took the paper from her naked lover's hand, and
still with one arm around Dodie's shoulders - it was the
only way to prevent herself falling off the bed - she
scrutinised the details. "For a chance to appear in a Fuck
Film with a difference!" "Guys! How big's your dick? Show it
off to its best advantage in your best mates!" "Wanted!
Girls with Big Busts! Guys with Thick Pricks!"
"I don't like the sound of any of these," admitted
Innocence.
"Oh, don't be silly!" insisted Dodie. "You're just not
reading it right. What about this one? 'Bizarre film needs
Bizarre stars!' If you're not bizarre, who is?" She cheekily
caressed Innocence's penis. "Go on! Give it a chance!"
Fortunately, the day of the audition coincided with
Innocence's day off, so she was able to turn up with Dodie
keeping her company. Half of her was eager to be accepted
and to get into a career that she knew would bring an end to
her nights behind a bar with her eardrums assaulted and her
dignity constantly threatened. The other half was somewhat ill
at ease at the idea of fucking or being fucked in front of
the camera (although the idea stimulated her as well, as Dodie
kept reminding her). She didn't feel much at ease with the
others being auditioned. Many were actually rather ordinary,
rather plain, people whose bizarreness apparently consisted
in the extremes of behaviour they were willing to practise
to gain an honest living. Others were bizarre in more obvious
ways. A woman with a beard. A man with a very long but thin
penis he relished waving around the place. A pigmy woman. An
oldish woman with breasts that lacked body but trailed down
to her waist. A fat woman who was so large that she occupied
almost all the space on the sofa. A slim woman whose breasts
were so small that only the presence of a very natural vagina
could convince anyone she was really a woman at all.
When Innocence's turn arrived, the interviewer was at first
convinced that it was Dodie who was the interviewee and was
visibly disappointed when it was Innocence who sat on the chair
opposite. He scratched his beard and peered at her through the
thick plastic lenses of his glasses. "So what do you do that
makes you suitable for a bizarre film. Do you like animals
fucking you? Do you enjoy eating turds? Can you crack nuts in
your cunt?"
"No, not at all! That sounds disgusting!" winced
Innocence.
"So why come to an audition for bizarre fuck films if you
don't like bizarre things? Do you like being beaten up? Do
you enjoy drinking piss? Can you get a fist up your arsehole?"
As Innocence shook her head sadly at each disgusting
suggestion, she could see the interviewer getting visibly
more annoyed. She looked rather forward to leaving. Clearly
fuck films just weren't for her. But it was Dodie who
abruptly came to her rescue: "It's not what Innocence does,
but what she is that makes her bizarre?"
The director frowned. "I don't see that! Okay, she looks
good, and most fuck film companies would jump at the
opportunity of employing her. But looks is less than half of
what we're interested in at Bizarre Bazaar. Our
viewers want something a little more challenging and
demanding than pretty girls being fucked by good looking
guys. And going for girls just isn't bizarre enough these
days, I'm afraid."
"It's what Innocence has between her legs that makes her
hot property! Go on, Innocence! Take down your
knickers!"
Innocence smiled reluctantly, but pulled up her short dress
and lowered her knickers so the interviewer could see her penis.
His eyes widened significantly as he focused on it. "Does it
work? Is it real?" he wondered.
"It's real enough!" Dodie replied for Innocence. "She's
given me the best fuck I've ever had. She comes like a
shaken beer can, fucks for hours without respite and her
erection pops up with the least provocation. Look at her
prick now if you don't believe me."
The interviewer studied Innocence's penis which was
already quite thick and erect. "God! It's beautiful!
Take off all your gear! Let's see all you've got to offer!"
So it was that Innocence passed her first audition and
became the main star of a whole series of films. The interviewer
was, in fact, the director of most of the films Bizarre Bazaar
made and was sufficiently sensitive to Innocence's reservations
not to start her off in films that actually involved fucking.
All that was required of her was to sit around showing off her
body in various degrees of undress and to arouse her penis to a
state of excitement. The main attraction of the films was the
way that even this early in her film career Innocence was able
to stimulate herself to an erection with very little prompting,
maintain it for a good period of time and then relieve herself
with enough semen to feed quite a few hungry people.
The films were made mostly in sets that looked remarkably
ordinary and dull. Kitchens. Living rooms. Bathrooms. And
most often of all, bedrooms. There she would writhe under
the constant gaze of a set of cameras, apparently aroused
by her reflection or the rather tedious fuck magazines she'd
be given to read, and stimulate herself sufficiently for her
penis to excite the unknown viewer. The majority of these
short films focused entirely on her erect penis and its
arousal. Some films were more adventurous, but only just. In
one, she had to insert a realistically sized dildo in the
exact shape of a real penis deep inside her anus, which was
only possible with the help of a small attractive oriental
assistant whose job was specifically to arouse sexual organs
and to smear lubricating jelly in the right places. In another,
she had to follow a scene of ejaculation with one of pissing,
which involved consuming a few pints of beer in rapid
succession before filming.
On the whole, though, these films were sufficiently tame
for Innocence to lose most of her inhibitions about a career
in film pornography, and to quite happily abandon her job at
the Fierzehn. She soon felt the advantages of having more money.
She and Dodie spent several happy hours discussing the much
larger flat they intended to move into together and all the
things they would buy once they'd saved up enough. Dodie was
contributing her own wages to the household now, having taken a
job in a Radical Bookstore that sold many books and magazines
which showed very much the same activity as the fuck films did
but with less attractive models, a lot more imagination and were
only occasionally particularly erotic. Most of the female models
looked rather more like Dodie with their shaved heads, hairy
crotches and large boots. Innocence would much rather dress in
a more feminine and fetching way, rather enjoying the glances
she got from men and women as she teetered on her stilettos in
her short dress on the underground trains to the studio.
For Innocence and Dodie to afford a bigger flat, Innocence had
to earn substantially more money than she was in the wank films
she was making. She wasn't at all sure, however, that the first
proper fuck film she'd star in (one where she'd participate with
someone else and who she would fuck and possibly be fucked by)
should be one made by Bizarre Bazaar. The director understood
Innocence's inclinations well enough not to insist that she try
for a pissing, shitting, fist-fucking, sado-masochist or animal-
fucking film. If Innocence wanted to make a film with some real
action where she could earn several times the money and have
enough for the deposit on a flat, she'd have to make a film
for another company.
It was Twelve, on one of her occasional visits to
Innocence's bedsit, who suggested the two make a film
together. "We'd make a great couple!" she assented,
holding Innocence's erect penis while Dodie sucked it. "We
fuck well together and I'm not in the slightest bit put off
by some arsehole filming us while we do it. Look we'll answer
this ad and earn a bit of extra. I'm sure they'd love to film
us once they've had a look at you and seen some of the videos
you've made."
The advertisement said rather modestly: "Lez and TV
couples wanted for Sexy Fuck Films" and Innocence could think
of very few good reasons for not accompanying Twelve to the
audition. Twelve was right. Quinze Cunts were very impressed
by Innocence's endowment which with Twelve's assistance was
very soon erect and shown in its fullest glory. They were also
impressed by the very passionate lovemaking that the two
girls staged for them on the casting couch. The director,
Genevieve, was a slim girl in a conservative blouse and culottes
with boyishly cut hair and a pair of wire glasses. She rather
liked the idea of the two girls performing together. She had a
number of opinions about what made a sexy fuck film, which was
the kind that Quinze Cunts specialised in. One of these was that
the characters making love with each other should genuinely
enjoy it. On that basis, having the two of them cast together on
a ninety minute film would be perfect.
"At least you won't get bored with each other," she remarked with
a grin.
Another opinion was that sex between women was necessarily more
erotic than sex between men and women. It was not that she was
especially averse to men: she just didn't believe that men's
bodies were ever particularly erotic. What she liked to make were
films where the cast were either all women or men who were
feminine as a result of their chosen way of dressing or
radical surgery. At first it was very difficult for her to
believe that Innocence wasn't the way she was as a result of
surgery, but she studied Innocence's body and penis with
great care and found none of the signs, by now so familiar
to her, of silicone implanting, hormonal injection or
stitching.
Twelve had to dress rather more conservatively than usual
in the film they were to make which was provisionally called
Innocence's Big Surprise. She had eyebrows painted on, and
had to exchange her thong for a dress and blouse with a tie.
She even had to wear knickers which she complained were very
uncomfortable. She drew the line, however, at wearing a wig.
"What would people think if they saw me like that!" she
exclaimed. "I wouldn't know where to fucking look!"
The film's plot was banal in the extreme, but as Genevieve
explained the people who bought her films were more
interested in shots of knickers, cleavages, young clitorises
and pretty sexy bodies than on story lines or more extreme
forms of sex. She did insist on a piss sequence as she knew
a lot of viewers would be very keen to see Innocence's
penis used for other purposes than to release semen and
Twelve was not at all bothered about having urine dripping
down her face and breasts. "As long as I don't get any in
my mouth!" she remarked.
The film began with the two girls ambling through a field in
the countryside just outside the city. It was the first time
since Innocence and Twelve left Labia that either had
ventured so far from Congress and its nightlife, and
Innocence enjoyed the rush of fresh air in her lungs and
over her body. She had plenty of opportunity to enjoy this
warm air, as the two girls took their clothes off in the grass
and indulged in passionate lovemaking together while
Genevieve and her two camerawomen watched and filmed
them. Another of the director's views was that the girls
should be as natural as possible and so she gave only the
briefest outline of what their sexual activity should consist
of and indicated where the cameras were most likely to
be positioned.
The art of fuck films, Innocence believed, was not only to
perform sex well (which involved a certain amount of
exaggeration of the pleasure Twelve gave her as her tongue
and fingers probed around her lower regions), but also to
ensure that the action was fully visible to the camera. This
in itself required a little bit of attention, particularly as
the area of penetration was one very easily obscured from the
camera. This involved Innocence and Twelve contorting their
bodies somewhat unnaturally so that the camera could see when
Innocence entered one of Twelve's orifices and exactly which
one it was.
The film then moved to the interior of Genevieve's large
country house, where quite a few of the rooms had lighting
set up specifically to make films and very comfortable beds,
sofas and carpets for the fucking to take place. Some action
took place in the kitchen where Twelve pushed her fingers and
then a cucumber inside Innocence's anus while her penis was
being actively sucked. More action took place in the very plush
bathroom where the pissing happened in the bath so that the
urine could be washed away and the enamel swiftly wiped down
with cleaning fluid. Innocence couldn't understand what
pleasure Twelve was supposed to get as piss splashed over her
face, trickled down her cheeks, cascaded over her chin and
dribbled down her slim breasts. Twelve later assured her that
the warmth of the urine and the knowledge of where it came
from was precisely what gave her such joy, but Innocence wasn't
convinced that it gave her nearly as much as she so ecstatically
expressed.
"Still under an hour of usable film," Genevieve commented
disappointedly after all the planned scenes had been
filmed. "I think we're just going to have to improvise. Do
you mind if we make it a threesome for a garden lawn
scene?"
"Of course we don't!" Twelve answered before Innocence
had an opportunity to object. "As long as it's you who
makes up the threesome."
"You think so?" wondered Genevieve curiously coyly for
someone who made a living from making fuck films. "Do
you think Innocence wouldn't mind fucking me?"
"A beautiful girl like you!" smiled Twelve kissing the
director fondly on the cheeks and unbuttoning her blouse.
"How could she mind? And I wouldn't mind fucking you
myself if it comes to that!"
When Genevieve was undressed by the other two girls in the
full glare of the cameras, it was clear that her expertise and
experience in fuck films hadn't been gained as a performer.
But her slim body with round breasts and largish nipples
and the thin bush of pubic hair was more attractive than
Twelve's pale freckly body, and she showed genuine
enthusiasm when Innocence's erect penis was guided into
her cunt. She clung passionately to Innocence's body,
making it rather difficult for the camerawomen to position
themselves for the crucial shots of anal and vaginal
penetration. It was with obvious reluctance she let Innocence
remove her penis when she was about to ejaculate and let the
semen spray over her breasts and mouth rather than inside her
body. The cries of ecstasy she gave when Twelve and Innocence
returned to her body were unfeigned, and she was very flushed
after the event.
"This will make a great film!" Genevieve reflected. "It'll be
out fairly soon, I can assure you. But it will probably still
be less than ninety minutes long. While you're here, I insist
you join me and my camera staff for dinner. You will join us,
won't you?"
"You fucking bet!" said Twelve, attaching her thong to her
waist and pointedly leaving her other clothes on the grass
just by the sundial. Dinner was very pleasant and cooked
by Genevieve's lover, a young looking girl with long straight
blonde hair and blue eyes. Inevitably dinner had barely finished
when Genevieve and her lover invited the camerawomen, Innocence
and Twelve to their large bed where the evening ended in a mass
of writhing bodies in which Innocence's now quite weary penis was
very much appreciated.
XXIV
In Which Innocence prevails upon Dodie to perform and
Griffin is reacquainted to the virtues of Innocence.
Dodie enjoyed hearing about Innocence's new job. She
loved listening to Innocence's accounts of the sex she had
in the series of Quinze Cunts and Bizarre Bazaar films she
appeared in, and where there was any particular activity
she found especially erotic she would persuade Innocence
to join in similar activity with her in their tiny bedsit.
However, Dodie was quite reluctant to get involved in fuck
films herself. "It's just not me," she assented, although
she never gave any very good reasons as to why this should
be so.
However, it was Dodie who suggested that they should star
together in a series of Radical fuck films that were being
made by someone she knew. "These films are different," she
claimed. "They aren't just fuck films for people to wank to
in the privacy of their own homes while watching them on
video. These are more challenging, more radical films."
"How can that be?" wondered Innocence. "They're still films
where the actors take their clothes off and fuck each other."
"It's not what they do. It's why they do it," Dodie insisted.
However, the rates were only slightly less than Innocence had
become accustomed to and Dodie was very insistent.
Innocence agreed to star with Dodie, but she stated
categorically that she had no intention of shaving any part
of her body or of piercing it either.
The filming took place in a series of very dingy rooms in a
derelict housing estate, on beds that were uncomfortable,
floors that were bare and unswept, radiators that clanked
noisily and gave off very little heat and where the walkways
were covered in puddles and urine. There was, however, a
story-line to the events that framed the lovemaking
Innocence and Dodie were going to indulge in with the
assistance of several other women who were mostly dressed
pretty much like the clientele of the Hard Core Nights at
the Fierzehn. This was quite a novelty to Innocence who was
accustomed to the idea of fuck films as being nothing more
than a series of implausible encounters and sexual passions
in which ninety per cent of the action was concentrated
around the groin.
The film company was known as Shit for the Workers,
and most of the cast were both argumentative and painfully
serious. Far more time was spent on discussing what was to
be filmed than in actually doing it. Nothing could be done
until there was consensus as to exactly what was to be
filmed, what it was meant to symbolise and whether the
fucking was ideologically correct. Any action - pissing,
bondage, anal intercourse, even rape - was justified in
the film as long as it could be seen as having a deeper
significance. Innocence wasn't at all sure what the film's
plot actually was and her lines seemed both tedious and
irrelevant.
In one scene, she was expected to fuck a series of women
each of whom had a letter painted on their forehead in the
Greek alphabet: twenty-four in all. She had to fuck each of
them from alpha to omega via omicron and iota (or whatever
else they represented) and, while being fucked, each girl
was obliged to recite a radical quotation. Fortunately,
Innocence wasn't expected to fuck continuously. She didn't
have anything like the stamina of Null and, in any case,
there weren't really as many as twenty-four actresses
actually involved in the film. Dodie played a number of
different Greek characters, but since only parts of her -
like her cunt or mouth - would actually be shown, it was
impossible to tell that it was the same person being
fucked on different occasions.
Another scene involved Innocence pissing on Dodie while
another girl pissed on her and Dodie pissed on someone
else. Innocence became aware that this apparently endless
stream of people pissing on different people was meant to
be symbolic, judging from the fact that the only person in
the series who pissed and wasn't pissed on was the only
man in the series and he was particularly fat and ugly.
Another scene, near the beginning of the film, involved
Innocence apparently depriving Dodie of her virginity. For
this scene, Dodie was made to seem rather younger than
she was - but she wouldn't sacrifice her pubic hair. The
cunt that was intercut to look like a young Dodie's was
of another girl who was probably not very much older than
the supposed youngster she was playing. The radical aspect
of this was apparently the tawdry, unappealing state of
the room in which the filming took place: wallpaper
peeling off the wall, horrible patches of damp soaking
through the plaster and a bare mattress with a quite
dangerous spring protruding through.
The other cast were not especially attractive, although one
or two of them had faces and figures that could have been
quite beautiful if they'd allowed themselves some hair and
make-up. Innocence much preferred those sequences involving
Dodie because she felt much more comfortable inside a
familiar cunt. Sometimes the others felt just a little too
tight and in one case almost too loose - nearly as much so
as Une's cunt.
The filming took much longer than most of the films
Innocence had starred in (indeed she made several films
for her other company on the days Shit for Workers
dedicated to discussion seminars and discovery sessions).
It didn't seem that the final film was actually very much
better than those she'd made for Quinze Cunts. The film
used was black and white, some of the camera angles were
wilfully obscure, the editing seemed quite random and
distracting and the sex was really no different. There
was also an annoying sequence running through the film
where the director, a fat woman in her late thirties
with a lisp and a slight stutter, wandered naked
through a rubbish heap, or along a suburban housing estate,
or outside an abattoir, passing comment on such matters as
women's rights, homosexual separatism, the dictatorship of
the proletariat, racism and hypocrisy. Whether Innocence
would have found this interesting in another context was
difficult to tell as the editing was rather random and
she often lost the point of the dialogue as it had been
inserted somewhere else in the film (perhaps while she
was placing a cucumber deep inside her anus or sticking
her erect penis into a rusty exhaust pipe).
The biggest debate of all was what to entitle the film,
which thankfully Innocence was excused from. She didn't
care if it was called The Coitus Manifesto, The Female
Bollocks or Fuck is a Feminist Issue. She was just happy
to get paid at the end of it. Dodie, however, was
unreservedly enthusiastic. "Isn't it good to know that what
you're doing is art and will outlast all the fuck films you're
usually in."
Innocence wasn't at all sure that this last assertion was at
all likely. The film at nearly four hours was far too long
and self-indulgent she thought. The opening credits went
on for nearly half an hour, interspersed with so many
themes that she had no idea what was meant to be
achieved. Women running around with dildos inserted up
their arses. Men fucking dead chickens. Cars driven slowly
round in circles with numbers like 15 or 9 written on top.
The sudden ending, which left her both frustrated and
relieved at the same time, was a poor joke she only wished
had happened considerably sooner. But it was Dodie's first
and probably only fuck film and so, for her sake, Innocence
made no complaint and encouraged her as much as possible
with the film-making.
For most of the time she was working with Shit for
Workers her mind was focused on finding a flat. She
eventually found one which was a compromise between Dodie's
wish to be in the town centre and Innocence's desire for a
relatively quiet night's sleep. It was with some sadness,
however, that Innocence moved out of her tiny bedsit. It
was, after all, the only place she'd ever lived in by
herself and much as she loved Dodie she also missed the
freedom and solitude she'd enjoyed there.
Innocence felt rather sorry for Gryphon when she observed
her relationship with Chastity in Labia. She knew her
sister was exploiting her and that, despite her proud
musculature, the teacher was very vulnerable. She never
expected to see Gryphon again after she left the college,
and was even more surprised to see her picture on the
cover of a video for Sex and Physical Exercise, Keep
Pumping, on the shelf of the wall of the offices of
Sexual Fitness Ltd, the company where she was being
interviewed to appear in one of their many sex education
tapes. Innocence had been exposed to enough of these
videos to know what these films generally involved.
Gryphon's performance was no different in Keep
Pumping and its sequel Keep On Pumping. They were mostly
solo performances with others merely following the
instructions Gryphon gave them. Her experience as a
teacher came through in the authoritativeness of her
voice and the tone in which she gave her instructions.
"Yes, deeper! That's right! As far inside as you can
get!" she cried as her tutees thrust curiously shaped
dildos deep inside their vaginas or anuses. She would
first of all show techniques for lubricating her vagina
with a finger or a vibrator and then showed how to
maximise the pleasure it gave her and the length of time
an exercise could last. "After thirty minutes of
continual thrusting your vagina is now loose and moist
enough to give hours of satisfaction to the most
demanding of lovers," she would say on the voice-over
while the more impassioned film of her masturbating
was on show.
Innocence was pleased to discover she was to be
auditioned for a sex fitness video with Gryphon. She
knew the teacher well enough for there to be no surprises
and she had had sufficient experience on their one previous
lovemaking to know that it would make a very successful
production. She guessed from her memories of Gryphon's
intense pleasure on that occasion that the teacher wouldn't
have to feign any of her passion.
"We just need someone like you who is physically attractive
to our star and has a fully operational penis," explained
the director, who was a slim woman in a track suit and with
long hair tied back in a pony-tail. "We've tried to film
Gryphon with men, but these attempts have never been
successful and we've never been able to market them. They
would not enhance the reputation of Sexual Fitness at all.
Some of our competitors may be satisfied with film of
Gryphon looking bored or distressed while being buggered,
but we would hope to market an altogether better product.
We want to project a positive image of sexual intercourse.
We've seen some of the work you've done for Bizarre Bazaar
and Quinze Cunts, and we think you may have just the enthusiasm
for sex with women that would fit with Gryphon's own
similar tastes."
Gryphon couldn't have been more enthusiastic when she was
introduced to Innocence as a potential film companion.
"When can we start filming?" was Gryphon's main question
after they met. "I'd love to have some decent sex for a change."
The filming was quite strenuous for Innocence. Gryphon's
success in the Sex Fitness video market was quite significant.
Many customers were attracted to her muscular frame and the
femininity she carried with it. Innocence discovered that
Gryphon's venture into this market was one the teacher felt
able to do without leaving her pedagogical career (to which
she felt a great affection) and one that provided her with
the money to afford the custom of the prostitutes to which
she had become addicted. Gryphon did her filming a long way
from Labia as she didn't wish to lose her position in the
college. She also seemed somewhat ill at ease making love
to Chastity's sister.
Gryphon found it difficult to believe that the Innocence had
separated from Chastity.
"Chastity was so fond of you!" she remarked.
Innocence was unwilling to discuss her sister even to one of
her former lovers. She avoided asking too many questions about
her sister's life in Labia, beyond discovering that she'd
also left college.
The video the two were to make was provisionally called
Keep Rumpy Pumping. It was intended to broaden
Gryphon's appeal from the wank film market into the more
demanding and lucrative fuck film market that Innocence
was now doing quite well in. Sexual Fitness hoped that
their fastidious star could be weaned onto more
conventional fuck films with their cast of athletic male
stars, but they knew that at least one good quality fuck film
was needed for their customers to stomach more indifferent
produce.
Innocence had to spend several hours each day in the gym
provided by Sexual Fitness, lifting weights and running on
treadmills, often with the guidance of Gryphon who gazed
long and lovingly as Innocence's stomach muscles became
firmer, the muscles of her arms became more delineated
and the sweat gushed down her naked body and through the
pubic hairs around her darling penis. Sometimes Twelve or
Dodie would join in and to Gryphon's chagrin would
accompany Innocence to the fuck room where they would
make more physical love on the futons laid out there.
Gryphon felt excluded from Innocence's extra-filmic
activities, and this wasn't so much because Innocence
wasn't attracted to her but rather because she wanted
to divorce herself from anyone who reminded her too
intensely of her relationship with her sister.
The fuck film had a conventional format for the Sex and
Physical Fitness market. The voice-over provided by Gryphon
was recorded afterwards and was meant to highlight particular
educational points that the fucking supposedly illustrated,
but were really just afterthoughts provided to give
respectability to a series of shots where Innocence fucked
Gryphon's receptive body athletically, frequently and
passionately. In the mouth, in the arse, in the cunt, hanging
from wires, in several quite awkward positions, standing up,
sitting down and framed by a scenery of bell-bars, climbing
frames, trampolines, mattresses and total nudity. The shots
Gryphon particularly enjoyed reviewing and speaking over were
those where Innocence relieved herself of copious
quantities of semen over Gryphon's face, breasts, buttocks
and cunt. She loved watching the semen arch in a sinuous
curve of viscous drops to stain the mattresses or gymnasium
equipment. She particularly treasured the shot of her with
semen trickling out of her mouth as Innocence masterfully
produced yet more to spread over her hair and her shoulders.
Gryphon loved the warm taste of sperm. Or at least
Innocence's. In the video there was several minutes of
come shots to accompany a digression on the protein and
carbohydrate values of semen and how a regular diet was
an invaluable addition to the fitness regime of anyone who
wished to attain the heights of physical and sexual fitness.
Innocence, however, felt rather drained after these sessions,
and not just from the release of sperm. Gryphon was a
demanding, very physical lover. Innocence couldn't maintain
the degree of sexual and physical exertion demanded of her
from such a partner.
So, despite the persuasive arguments from Sexual Fitness
and Gryphon's own somewhat tearful demands, Innocence
declined to contribute her services to the follow-up fuck
fitness film, More Rumpy Pumping, even though this
would include scenes in which Gryphon would make love to
young girls as young as she could legally get away with
and in which Innocence would not be the only object of
Gryphon's sexual passion. Innocence wasn't inclined to
become too closely identified with the Sexual and Physical
Fitness Video market. It didn't offer much career progression
and, besides, she'd had quite enough of all the work-outs in
the gymnasium. The burning feeling she got from her muscles
for days afterwards was just not worth it.
XXV
In Which Innocence is matched with virginity, a career in
giving pleasure to unknown benefactors is reviewed and
Leon's own artistic vocation is revealed.
It took a lot of persuasion and a lot of money, but
eventually Innocence agreed to make a Virginity Loss
film (or Bleeding Fanny Film as they were less subtly
known). It wasn't that Innocence hadn't taken a girl's
virginity before. She just felt there was something
sordid in making a film about it, particularly given her
rather unusual appearance. She wondered what harm it
might do to a girl whose virginity was taken by a
freak like her, especially when the whole intensely
personal event was witnessed by a professional film crew
and eventually by an unknown number of anonymous video
purchasers. However, she was assured that the girl, Eve,
had actually requested that it be Innocence who was to
do the bloody deed and that she'd undergo the exercise
with someone else anyway if it wasn't her. Apparently,
she and her mother, a young widow, had fallen on bad
times and they saw it as a way of helping them out of
it. Innocence wasn't so naive as not to realise that a
film that showed a girl losing her virginity to one
with her own unique assets would recoup substantially
more than the average Bleeding Fanny Film and they
would earn more as a result.
"I'm not going to make a habit of this," Innocence insisted.
"Of course not," said the director - a middle-aged woman
with greying hair and artificially enhanced breasts -
misunderstanding her. "No one would want to see you
typecast in that way!"
The film was to be made in the gardens of a stately home
that was rented out for the occasion, on a lawn with
rose gardens and an ornate swimming pool in the
background. Innocence was very impressed. None of her
films had been made in such palatial surroundings before,
and she felt it somehow added a touch of dignity to an
event which, from a sense of shame, she decided not to
confess to Dodie. Her lover had her own standards and
ethics which Innocence respected and in which she more
often than not concurred. When she left their nice new
expensive flat they had only this week started renting,
she gave Dodie only a brief kiss (which would immediately
inform her that she was off to do a film set that day)
and evaded rather too obviously all references to the
kind of film she was about to make.
"If it's just the usual fuck film why don't you tell me more
about it?" Dodie wondered with a frown, brushing her
fingers through the quarter inch long stubble of dark hair
on her head.
"It's just not worth making a fuss about," Innocence lied,
trembling with anticipation. No, she definitely wouldn't
make a film like this again. She just hoped that her lover
would never find out about it.
The film started as all such films were obliged to do with
an official examination of Eve's maidenhead by a properly
qualified doctor. This was the first opportunity Innocence
had of seeing the girl, who was actually unusually old for a
virgin - being about seventeen years old but looked more
like fifteen. She was skinny with pale skin, a slightly
bulging stomach, small apple-shaped breasts and long
blonde hair half way down her back. The doctor prised
open her legs, with the camera focusing on her vagina, and
examined her with the standard tools for this job.
Finally, he announced to the camera the standard formula
for these films. "I, Doctor Hamstash, declare it is my
professional opinion that this young lady's maidenhead is
intact and that she is medically a virgin." Innocence knew
that this would not have been the first such examination or
the filming wouldn't have come to such an advanced state
of preparedness. She also knew that an intact maidenhead
didn't necessarily mean that the girl had had no sex at all -
there was a great deal of sexual activity, including anal
intercourse, that was possible without damaging her in
that way at all. However in Eve's case, the virginity might
be more absolute than was usually the case. The girl was
extraordinarily gauche and nervous.
The film's plot, if such a term could be given to an exercise
with a preordained end, was that Innocence should start by
making love with Eve's mother who obviously hoped to increase
the material rewards of this exercise by whatever means were
available. Innocence could judge that the woman must be
desperate for money because she showed willingness in the
initial interviews for anal and even fist-fucking along with
the standard oral and vaginal sex. Innocence was pleased that
the film didn't involve the girl's father, even if it were
possible. She had heard of several Bleeding Fanny films where
the father was the person to breach the maidenhead - an
incestuous act guaranteed to increase the value of the film.
Thankfully Hand Job Films adhered to certain standards which
precluded that form of incest. It encouraged a parental role
in the target market that was best avoided.
Whatever Eve might be, Dawn, her mother, was definitely
not inexperienced though she betrayed enough awkwardness in
her lovemaking to indicate that she'd never performed in
front of an audience before. Dawn's part involved her
beginning the action with a kiss on the lawn leading to the
two of them taking off each other's clothes and very soon
into more physical acts. Dawn's body was very similar to her
daughter's - although much heavier as befitted an older
woman with breasts already beginning to lose their taut
compactness and buttocks drooping slightly behind her thighs.
Innocence was soon into the scenes of vaginal and anal
intercourse, but forswore the fist-fucking after carefully
assessing the flexibility of Dawn's vagina with her penis.
At this stage, Eve was due to come on set and play the
standard role of the embarrassed daughter becoming
steadily more interested in the loveplay between her
mother and her mother's lover. Innocence was pleased she
was not expected to make love with her mother or her mother
with her. Although Hand Job Films had no expressed opinion
on incest - beyond the standard view that all sexual
activities were permissible between consenting adults -
unlike much of their competition in the Bleeding Fanny
marketplace (like Bloodsports For All and Cuntbusters)
they deliberately avoided any reference to the possible
material rewards for filmed incest. The view was that all
such activity should come about wholly from the actual
desire of the recently sexually initiated daughter.
Eve began by nervously taking Innocence's penis in her
hand and putting her mouth to it. She screwed up her
nose - although whether it was the smell of Innocence's
organ or the scent left by her mother's vagina it was
not possible to tell. However, she overcame her aversion
and was soon taking the penis into her mouth
and started licking and sucking it until it became so big and
thick and throbbing that even Innocence was dying to
release it into the girl's cunt.
The whole lovemaking was filmed on a large white sheet
which would not normally be left lying around on the lawn
in a stately home - but of course these sorts of film were
concerned rather more with gynaecological accuracy than
any other kind. The actual penetration shots had to be
made lingeringly, slowly and with the film crew properly
positioned without disturbing too much the composure of
the virgin whose eyes were closed and jaws clenched tight
in fearful anticipation. When Innocence saw the distress
the activity was causing Eve she felt like abandoning the
whole exercise, but outside of camera shot Dawn was whispering
into her ear.
"Go on then! Get it over with!"
This was not the most romantic instruction Innocence had
ever heard, but she took the message and with a slow
gradual thrust she pushed deeper and deeper and ever
deeper into Eve's cunt, not looking down at the crotch at
all but concentrating her kisses and her caresses on Eve's
face. "It's all right, Eve! It's all right! Don't worry! It won't
hurt nearly as much as you think!"
Unfortunately for Eve and for Innocence's reputation for
telling the truth, it actually hurt the young girl quite a bit.
As Innocence felt the rip of internal membrane no longer
resisting her thrusts she also heard Eve's unearthly yell.
Without thinking she pulled her penis straight out to see
a pool of red dripping from Eve's vagina and splaying over
the white sheet where it left undeniable evidence of Eve's
virginity.
"Oh God!" Innocence gasped, aghast at the red shine of it
in the clear midday sun, reflecting off the uncongealed liquid
on the thighs and on the sheet. "This is horrible! Urrgghh!
There's so much of it!"
Eve burst into tears, throwing herself into her mother's lap
where the two naked bodies sat huddled up close to each other
under the still voyeuristic unwavering glare of the cameras.
Despite Innocence's outburst and Eve's distress, the filming
was judged to be a success by the director. "We may have
to edit out some of the more - dare we say - unpalatable
aspects," she told Innocence. "After all, we are making
films for masturbatory pleasure and not films of social or
sexual veracity. And it definitely isn't Hand Job's intention
to move into the market for films of sexual violence. Some
of our competitors might feel inclined to re-edit the film
for the illicit rape fantasy market."
"Rape fantasy?" Innocence shuddered.
"It's not unknown. Bitch Slut Films make films with
names like She Had It Coming, Ramming Connie's
Cunt and Blood Between The Knees which are films of
nothing more than the more upsetting parts of Eve's recent
sexual initiation linked by rather unpleasant story-lines.
Never fear, unless one of our operatives is less than
honest, the less palatable episodes will not be seen by the
target audience. Hand Job Films has no wish to build a
reputation for causing its film stars to suffer more than is
absolutely necessary in our First and Best Time Sex Film
series."
Innocence's new career as a fuck film actress meant she got
to meet a variety of people whom she probably wouldn't have
met otherwise, although she wasn't sure her life was much
enhanced by having done so. She got to know quite a few women
and men with surgically enhanced breasts, some of which were
of massive proportions - larger even than Honore's, and
consequently even more of a practical liability to their
possessors when they weren't canvassing for roles in fuck
films. She got to meet men with peculiarly bent,
extraordinarily long and thin, and even surprisingly
tiny penises. She met women with remarkably elasticity
in their anuses or mouths - able to accommodate any number
of penises. One particularly acrobatic woman was able to
get her legs behind her shoulders while being fucked.
Fifteen was an unlikely sex actress on first meeting. She
was a very modestly dressed girl, who seemed slightly
gauche regarding any questions on her sex life. Innocence
felt unusually self-confident and promiscuous in
comparison. She was also blind and relied on her Labrador,
Rover, to lead her around. She made a strange sight on the
film set with her modest clothes, her dull mousy brown hair
and the white stick she used to avoid bumping into people.
However, she was actually one of the most in-demand sex
actresses in the industry because of her particular
speciality which was to have sex with animals.
It rather horrified Innocence at first (and she never got fully
used to it!) to see Fifteen performing with dogs, horses,
donkeys or goats. She would fellate the animals with a care
and attention equal to that which she showed to Innocence's
more normal penis - taking ponies' dark penises into her mouth
and bringing them to ejaculate over her thin naked body. She
was particularly good at dog fucking - allowing the Alsation,
Dalmatian or Irish Wolfhound total vaginal or even anal
penetration and clearly enjoying it as the animal panted,
barked and slobbered over her, its hairy body above her and
long thin penis entering her at the peculiar angles necessary
for this operation. Penetration by rams and billy goats were
also featured, but donkeys, bulls, horses and camels were
clearly too monstrously endowed for her, but she made a
good show of what she could, even going as far as fist-
fucking them in the anus.
Although Fifteen had her own very nice home, it was
somewhere in the countryside and quite frequently
Innocence and Dodie invited her to their flat when she
was staying overnight in Congress. Fifteen made very
welcome company and enjoyed her political arguments
with Dodie, but firmly declined any offers of having sex
with either of them. She stated quite unequivocally that her
fucking was reserved for her career, and she didn't in any
case wish to spoil their friendship by introducing a less
than professional aspect to their lovemaking.
Despite Fifteen's apparent shyness, Innocence was somewhat
shocked and discomfited to discover that this attitude
didn't extend to Rover, as she discovered from hearing a
mixture of canine noises mixed with Fifteen's own slightly
shrill cries. Innocence was slightly alarmed - troubled that
perhaps Rover had turned on her mistress - but when she put
her head decorously around the door of the guest room where
Fifteen was staying with her dog, she was shocked to see
Fifteen lying on her back with Rover on top of her. The
dog was wagging his tail enthusiastically and eagerly
licking his mistress's face while his buttocks thrust
backwards and forwards. Innocence's horrified eyes
adjusted themselves to the dim light coming from the
bedside lamp that Fifteen had never thought of turning off,
and saw that the girl's thighs were wrapped around the dog
and that Rover was indeed fucking her with no
embarrassment and with rather less guilt than that
expressed by dogs on the film set.
Other people that Innocence had got to meet had
proclivities she found equally distasteful. Wonder, a
short girl with a cleft palate and a repaired hare-lip,
had compensated for the shortcomings of her appearance
by a skill at consuming faeces released into her mouth
by her male or female on-screen lovers. She would let
the turd drop out gradually and with the same affection
that most actresses would show towards an erect penis she
guided it into her mouth, chewed it up and eventually
swallowed it. When Innocence was persuaded to make a film
with Wonder, she had no real idea what was going on as
she let free the turd she'd been nurturing all day. She
thought perhaps that Wonder might smear her face and body
with it, but was somewhat disgusted to realise where it
did in fact go. She declined the suggestion of kissing
the girl despite the financial incentives the director
indicated by holding up his fingers. Wonder's tastes
were definitely not her own.
Another woman whom Innocence knew but considered
herself fortunate to have never performed with was all of
forty stone in weight - which meant she was more flesh than
body. She watched with repulsion as the male fuck actors
struggled to enter her body through the massive folds of
fat that totally obscured her vagina. Her sheer bulk
meant that these actors were literally risking their
lives to fuck her. If she fell on top of one of them
while he was inside her it would probably terminate more
than his career.
Innocence was glad she'd avoided being typecast in piss films,
sadomasochistic films, ear-fucking, child sex, razor slashing,
cat fellatio, tree fucking or anal fist-fuck films. On the
whole, those that did resort to this sort of film were not
especially physically attractive. Fifteen was rather an
exception in that respect. Innocence's blessing was that her
marketability was not just due to her unusual assets, but
that, as was made increasingly apparent to her, she was a
very attractive woman who didn't need the surgery or
hormonal treatment to develop large breasts, massive
buttocks, green skin or split vaginas.
Nevertheless, she still felt slightly soiled by the fact
she was working in a profession where, however much the
film makers she associated with might hold dear to
certain high moral, political or sexual principles, there were
many others whose only criterion of judgement was the number
of units their product would sell - and as perversions sold
well these were particularly attractive to them: the more
gross, uncomfortable and generally unpalatable the better.
However, as Dodie often reminded her when she reflected
on her career and where it was taking her, it was through
her work that she'd been able to afford the beautiful flat she
was renting and she was enjoying this work rather more than
working behind the bar at a Night Club.
Innocence knew Leon owned his own business, but she had no
real idea of what it might be. It wasn't something she cared
to ask about when she last met the man in Congress. So it
came as something of a surprise to discover that he was the
owner of Fuck Flicks, a fuck film company famous for its
catalogue of homosexual and transsexual videos. The discovery
didn't come until after she'd been in several films already
where she had performed in her normal capacity, knowing that
for the target audience the only fundamental difference
between her and the transsexuals usually involved in these
productions was that her body was entirely her own and
had no enhancement or alteration made to it whatsoever.
She was surprised while viewing the early cut of the film
in the company's Congress office to see a picture of
Leon hanging on the wall, naked as always, and smiling in
a strangely paternal way. She stood up in the office where
the director and several of the cast were watching a scene
in which Innocence was fucking a young man who in
turn was fucking a slender black girl with fashionably short
cropped hair a bit like a tonsure (the fashion was no longer
for totally shaven heads). She examined the picture
carefully. There was no doubt at all who this bearded, long
haired man was. She recognised the twist of tawny hair on
his chest and the small scar on his shoulder which he
blamed on an unfortunately over-vigorous lover he once had.
"Does Leon perform in your films?" Innocence wondered.
"Leon?" asked the director, standing beside Innocence.
"Not often. Why? Do you know Mr Legrand?"
"Yes," laughed Innocence, who'd not heard his surname
before. "I met him on holiday in Brook. What does he do
then?"
The director explained that Leon was the sole owner of
Fuck Flicks, and that he also owned a magazine
publishing company, several brothels and two Congress
Night Clubs. "He's very rich," he stated, twiddling the
ring that dangled from his left ear. "He made his money
in the beginning as a fuck film star, rather like you. As
you probably know, he's very opulently endowed and not at
all fussed what kind of sex he indulges in. He made rather
a lot of films. I can show you a few if you like."
Innocence nodded. It rather changed her view of the man to
know he had made fuck films in the past. It was also
bizarre he should now be her employer. It had once occurred
to her when she was looking for work to ask the man she was
fucking if he could find a job for her, but she had decided
not to as it seemed somehow the wrong thing to require of a
lover (even one who was unable to penetrate her). She now
understood why Leon never offered her work. He probably
felt that Innocence would be offended at the suggestion,
which she reflected was very likely. Her brief experience
of appearing in a sex film while in Brook did not seem
quite the career move then as it did now.
The director waited until after the screening of the
video they were watching, Howard's Rear End. Like
many films made for the male homosexual audience its
focus of attention was on taut male buttocks. Innocence
played the role of someone whose unusual assets were
never commented on but were fully enjoyed (as was the
convention for transsexual films), and who had developed
an affection for a house in the countryside
where she had once had sex with a number of people.
Unusually, this orgy scene was near the beginning of the
film. Throughout the film she made love with several men
who also made love with each other and with several
women who had very little sex with anyone except her. At
the end, she obtained the house and the film ended with an
open-ended fuck scene with the Howard of the title shitting
on the lawn in the foreground.
When the cast left after the screening, Innocence remained
with the director and his boyfriend, a tall man with very
long hair and a quite thin beard. The director pulled out a
video entitled Leon of Arabia, and put it in the video
player.
"This is Leon's first film and as you can see right from the
start he had a leading role..."
"Not surprising with a dick like his!" commented his
boyfriend. "Ooohh! The lucky bastard. I so wish...."
Innocence watched the film which had a very flimsy plot of
young men in desert sceneries waving swords and yelling,
but for much longer admiring, pawing over, sucking,
licking and revelling in Leon's monstrous appendage. He
was frequently fucked from behind, but even then, the
young Leon whose beard was quite thin and whose chest
had only the promise of future hirsuteness, was just a little
too well endowed to have any hope of returning the favour.
"As you can see, not an arse in the world can accommodate
that monster!" exclaimed the director. "I've seen pricks of
all sizes - and I've probably seen the biggest the world has
to offer. Some are long and thin and though you can't get
all the prick in your arse, at least you can get some of it in.
At least some of the way!"
"And you can't walk straight for a week after!" laughed his
boyfriend.
"And then there are big ones that can only get in cunts
and can't get in arses at all. And then there's Leon's prick!
Apparently there's only one cunt in the whole world he can
get his dick into. And what's more he can get it all the way
in!"
"She must have the biggest fanny in the world!" exclaimed
his friend. "I'd love to have a taste of Legrand's whopper. I
bet he comes like a fucking beer can!"
Innocence didn't wish to elaborate on her first hand
experience, and stayed in her seat to watch more videos.
There was The Prickholder, which was a relatively
sad, short sex film that showed the difficulties Leon had
fucking the Asian wife of the title and how they came
to a mutually acceptable compromise where she would
masturbate him while forcing her fingers up his anus.
Another film was called The Importance of a
Good Fuck, and featured the frustration Leon had
fucking some transsexuals and a few men after being
mistakenly invited to a cucumber sandwich party.
"Doesn't Leon ever have a satisfying time in any of his
films?" Innocence wondered.
The director skimmed through the video titles. "The
Portrait of Dorian's Penis? No, at the end of
the film he has to accept that he can masturbate but not
fuck. Fuck and his Friends? No, that doesn't end
very well either. I think you're right, Innocence. Leon hasn't
had that much fun in his film career. Perhaps that's why he
went into production rather than acting."
"Queer and TS films weren't meant to be fun when Leon
was making them," remarked his boyfriend. "It was meant
to be tragic and sad. You weren't supposed to fancy pricks
and have a good time. You were supposed to have some kind
of misery associated with it. It's not like that these days.
And that's how I prefer it. If you want to wank over
someone else's prick, you don't want to finish feeling
pissed off about it. You want to feel like going off and
fucking someone yourself."
XXVI
In Which Innocence is made more widely available and
Dodie enjoys Innocence with a client.
Innocence had never known as much wealth before as her
new pornographic career promised her, but she and Dodie
were spending it with a wild abandon that was both
reckless and, as it turned out, foolish. There was not
only the extortionate rent she was paying for their
expensive Congress flat. There were income tax bills to
be met. There were the purchases on furniture, computers,
audio and visual equipment, original paintings and
decorator's bills. There were also expensive nights out
in restaurants and night clubs. And all of these were
purchased on credit meant to be paid by future earnings.
However, Innocence's income was much slower in arriving
than the bills and she worried just how she could
possibly afford all that she now owed.
She and Dodie spent a few distressing evenings in front of
the log fire studying the bills and calculating their future
earnings on the spreadsheets of their notebook computer.
The sums just did not balance. The choice was stark. Either
they had to reduce the outgoings and perhaps pawn off
some of their purchases or find a way of increasing their
income.
"Perhaps I should sell my body," reflected Innocence sadly.
Dodie laughed, hugging her lover's naked body close to her
and idly stroking her penis. "Don't be silly, sweetest! You
already do that."
"No," said Innocence in deadly seriousness. "I mean
prostitution. I mean selling my body for sex for immediate
tax free benefits. I've had a few offers from escort agencies
and brothels to service their clients. I've always ignored
them, but perhaps I should be more open to it."
"Oh, don't do it!" Dodie exclaimed. "I'd hate to think of
strange men fucking you. I tremble at the idea of some fat
overweight man's prick stuck deep inside your sweet arse."
"As you say, how's that any different to what I already do
for a living?" Innocence asked Dodie. "Why not do it for
the money I'd earn? It'd soon put us in the clear."
Innocence's lover couldn't dispute the truth of that,
although she believed that fucking in front of the camera was
somehow more acceptable than doing the same thing in the
capacity of a prostitute. "At least in fuck films it's a
kind of make-believe," she claimed rather uncertainly.
It didn't seem like make-believe to Innocence whose
penis and arse were often quite sore for days after a
gruelling filming session, but the two girls reluctantly
came to the conclusion that it would indeed resolve their
immediate cash flow crisis. The following day, Innocence
telephoned some of the proprietoresses of brothels and
escort agencies whose cards she'd retained when they'd
been offered her. It wasn't too easy to find them all,
as they were scattered about in several trouser pockets
and handbags, and some had been used for shopping lists,
roaches or for jotting down other people's telephone numbers.
The procuresses and proprietoresses were all delighted at
the prospect of representing Innocence, and within hours
she found her diary full of appointments at hotel foyers and
homes in smart parts of the town. She dressed up in the
expensive revealing clothes she was advised to wear,
including rather more underwear than she usually ever
bothered with. As she pulled on the stockings and secured
the garters she was reminded why she never troubled herself
with them. Dodie was very dismissive of the image she
presented: her face heavily made up and her hair tied
back off her face.
"You mustn't believe that you're the part you're playing,"
she pleaded. "Don't forget you're only doing it to solve
our immediate crisis. You mustn't make a permanent
career out of it."
Innocence nodded and waited anxiously for the taxi to
arrive to take her to her first client. This was a rather fat
man who was quite as unattractive in appearance as Dodie
feared. He had a short stubby beard that brushed
uncomfortably against Innocence's face as he slobbered over
her, and he was very quick in pulling off her clothes so
that he could have a long stare at her penis. He greedily
pushed it straight into his mouth, despite the fact that it
was still quite limp and showed very little promise of
becoming fully erect. Innocence, however, was a professional
by now. She knew how to stimulate herself and, despite her
physical revulsion, she brought her penis up to an erection.
Fortunately for her, the man's tastes were rather more in
being fucked than doing the fucking, so Innocence was
spared the discomfort that usually followed a night of
buggery and spent her time while thrusting into his flabby
hairy buttocks visualising her lover, Dodie, and thinking of
her beauty. Most of the night was spent in bed with the
man wrapped around her, moaning constantly about his
frigid wife, his ungrateful children, his sluttish mistress and
the punitive tax system.
Not all Innocence's clients were as easy as her first. Some
were rather keen on buggering her and took particularly
pleasure in the pain it sometimes caused her, adding to it
by aggressively squeezing her breasts and pushing her into
unnatural positions. The only consolation Innocence
found in these circumstances was the thought that these
extra torments would appreciably increase the size of her
final invoice and be reflected in a more sizeable tip. Some
clients were more insecure and nervous. They had either
clearly never had sex with a woman as beautiful as her
before or were novices to having sex with anyone endowed
with a penis. These men were generally happy for Innocence
to do all the fucking, and sometimes weren't interested in
penetrative sex at all (though they would be charged for it
anyway).
Innocence discovered that much of the time spent with such
clients was in conversation. The sex was just an excuse
to spend time with a beautiful woman and offload on her
all their worries and concerns. Innocence had sympathy for
some of them. Not all of them were interested in her
merely because they wanted a more varied sex life. There
were those who had recently lost their wives or partners
through bereavement, divorce or separation, and for whom
Innocence was just a pale substitute for the love they had
lost. There were others who dared not admit their
homosexual taste to their colleagues, family or friends, and
found the service of male or transsexual prostitutes to be
the only outlet they could find for their irrepressible
desires. Many, however, saw Innocence as a purchase just
like any other. She was viewed in much the same way as a
good meal in a restaurant, business class in an
aeroplane, or a visit to the opera. She was just another
affordable luxury and from whom they expected a luxury
service in accordance to the vast sums they paid for her
services.
All of them were in awe at her body. It just didn't seem
possible that a woman so feminine in almost every way
could be blessed with a penis that functioned so well
and was so naturally appointed. Some looked for evidence
of operations that would explain her appearance. Did she
have the penis grafted on? Or was it the breasts? Innocence
endured this scrutiny, as she did the sex, by focussing her
mind on the returns it brought her and how much it helped
reduce her never-ending debts.
"You can't do all this work yourself!" Dodie protested as
she listened to Innocence's accounts. "It's not fair that
the debts we've both incurred should be entirely paid for
by your hard labour. You must let me do some work as well."
Innocence was very reluctant to do so. She loved Dodie too
much to willingly let her suffer in that way. But Dodie
was insistent. SShe clung to Innocence, her hand gripping
the length of her warm firm penis and her head buried on
Innocence's shoulder where she felt the moisture of her
lover's tears. "We must do this together! It's not right
that you do so much for me and I do so little."
Innocence at last relented but only on the promise that the
two should work in tandem, so Dodie shouldn't be left
entirely to the mercy of a client by herself. Although
Dodie pointed out quite correctly that she was at least as
experienced in sex with men as Innocence, albeit in a non-
professional capacity, Innocence was adamant that she not
be left totally unprotected. She could also see that despite
Dodie's enthusiasm for sex with the men and women she met at
night clubs and parties, it was quite a different thing to
be fucked by a man with whom she'd not really chosen to have
sex.
Innocence informed her procuresses of Dodie's wish that the
two of them be made available for services as a couple,
rather hoping that her offer would be turned down. As luck
would have it, however, the procuresses were delighted at
the suggestion and it was within a day that she and Dodie
their first joint appointment with a client. Innocence was
relatively pleased to learn that he was quite young in
comparison to many clients, being in his mid-thirties and
apparently not disfigured in any way. However, when
Innocence and Dodie arrived at his town flat in the
Congress City centre, not too far from the seat of
government, he certainly didn't appear very handsome. He
wore thick glasses that didn't disguise his prominent squint.
"You're here, yes. Very good, yes. I want you to take off
your clothes right away, yes," he commanded.
Innocence knew by now that taking clothes off did not usually
mean total nudity to clients, and she'd already informed Dodie
of the fact. Dodie had covered her short hair with a long wig
and some tight leather clothes, under which she wore black
nylon stockings and lace suspenders. Following Innocence's
example she took off her leather skirt and jacket, and then,
with the same exaggerated slowness exhibited by Innocence
she pulled down her satin knickers to reveal the full
hairiness of her crotch. The man, however, was much more
interested in Innocence's penis when its flabby length
appeared from beneath the hand that discreetly and
theatrically covered it while her knickers were
disentangled from the high stiletto heels which caught
up in them.
"It's real, yes? It's a real prick? And you're a real girl, yes?
Like the agency promised? Not a man with pumped up tits
and silicone padding out the buttocks. Yes?"
"This is the way I was born and this is the way I am,"
announced Innocence, repeating a line she'd used with
rather more clients than she cared to remember. "It's a real
penis and I can prove it to you if you like."
"Yes, I would like that. Yes," continued the man, who
Innocence was sure she vaguely recognised from
somewhere. While the man kneeled down on the carpet
between her legs and licked and sucked her penis, she tried
to remember where she might have seen him before. She
smiled sadly at Dodie who hovered uncertainly near
the mantel-piece wondering what she ought to do while
Innocence was receiving such exclusive attention.
Innocence had plenty of time to reflect on who the man
was as the evening proceeded. He had paid for the two
girls to stay overnight; costing what even now seemed to
Innocence an enormous amount of money. Enough to pay
off the television and the sofa. And that was before the
inevitable tips. She and Dodie were soon to stage
lovemaking in front of the man, knowing their client
would intervene when he reached his desired state of
arousal.
This was the first time she had ever made love to a
woman, particularly Dodie, wearing such ludicrous
underwear except in front of the camera, and a very
strange experience it was too. The feel of nylon smooth
against her thighs. The brush of lace against her face.
The tight grip of the bra straps digging into Dodie's
chest just below her tiny breasts as she pulled them down
to reveal the full size of her swelling nipples. There was
still the familiar smell of Dodie's cunt and the full
exuberance of pubic hair rubbing against her lips and
catching in the gaps between her teeth. There was still the
ooze of Dodie's juices welcoming Innocence's penis as she
entered and the never less than genuine cry of pleasure
from her lover as she responded to Innocence's thrusts and
burst into repeated and insistent cries of ecstasy and
orgasmic joy. And the ease in which her lubricated anus
permitted her penis to slide in gently hitting the slight
resistance of her duodenum against her thrusts.
Innocence nearly forgot the presence of the man who had
in the meantime divested himself of his clothes and was
now wearing stockings and suspenders over his hairy legs,
a bra over the thick wiry hairs of his chest and a satsuma
in his mouth. He was still wearing his thick glasses. He
then entered deep inside Innocence's arse crying in a
curious strangled way as he penetrated her. "Yes!" He
cried. "Yes yes yes!" He gripped her around the shoulders
and one hand pawed Dodie's breasts.
He was very brutal in his lovemaking, and he was only
interested in anal entry. He totally ignored Dodie's
vagina and was not even very keen on Innocence
penetrating her there. He pushed Dodie down onto the
ground, her face buried into the carpet as he thrust again
and again into her arse while Innocence was instructed to
enter his hairy arse from behind, some of the matted hair of
which interfered with the natural rhythm of Innocence's
thrusts. Innocence worried about Dodie. The man wasn't
especially interested in her as a human being. She was
nothing more than a tight orifice to be repeatedly
battered into.
He withdrew his penis and Innocence noticed with a pang
that it was slightly discoloured by shit and a trace of blood.
This clearly excited him. "Look at it, yes!" he cried. "It's
you that is, yes! It's you that shit!" He then thrust it straight
into Dodie's mouth, pulling her body round so that it could
enter her without Innocence having to retract from him and
Dodie sucked his penis with an expression of disgust and
distaste the man found even more exciting. "You don't like
the taste of shit, do you? Yes? Shall I shit in your mouth?
Shall I piss on you? Yes?"
Fortunately, Dodie was spared these indignities as the mere
thought of such toilet fun caused him to instantly ejaculate
which he sprayed over Dodie's face. "See if you like spunk,
bitch! Tastes good, yes? Better than shit, yes?"
As the man collapsed onto the carpet with his arms
wrapped around Dodie and her, Innocence was able to look
longer at the man's face. He never usually dressed so
bizarrely, but he almost certainly wore the same thick
glasses. She eventually placed him. Of course, it was obvious
for someone who owned a flat in this part of the city. He was
a senior minister in the government. Innocence wasn't sure
whether it was in defence or education or maybe he was the
Minister for the Arts. Perhaps she'd seen pictures of him
leaving the theatre with his pretty wife balanced on his
arm. As far as Innocence knew, he was the most senior
person with whom she'd ever had sex.
Unfortunately, the minister soon regained his appetite for
sex and this continued to be at least as bizarre as his tastes
had already proved to be. He had both Dodie and
Innocence piss straight into his mouth. He lay underneath
Innocence as she crapped onto his face which he then proceeded
to eat and smother into his nose. He had Dodie lash at him
with the flex of a television aerial, and then had her push
a carrot deep inside his arse while Innocence squeezed his
prick with a large paper clip. He put his head in a bin liner
and yelped as both Dodie and Innocence flayed him with belts
and braces. He then insisted on spending the night in the bath
in the fetid smell of turds and urine he coated on himself.
"I don't think I want to do this ever again!" sighed Dodie,
wrapping her abused body around Innocence's as they lay
in the bed that the man had so considerately left empty for
them. "I never believed that sex could be so joyless and
disgusting."
Innocence kissed Dodie tenderly. "After tonight, and what
he'll be paying us," she said with a smile, "I don't think
either of us will ever need to."
XXVII
In Which Innocence returns to the pleasures of Eve and
Dawn, Eve is enjoyed in the pleasant environs of a garden
and Innocence is exposed to greater fame than before.
Eve gradually recovered from her experience with
Innocence and indeed even initiated a correspondence with
her deflowerer. She had been right, she said, to insist
on having her maidenhead taken by the famous Innocence
rather than by some hairy unsubtle man. She may not ever
want to have sex again - and, indeed, after the pain it caused
her, she was pretty sure she didn't want a repeat of it for
quite a while. She still recalled too clearly the pain as her
insides were torn apart by her unusually endowed lover and
spilt out so colourfully onto the white sheet while two or
three cameras stared rather too closely at her face and cunt -
the former showing just as much distress as the latter. Her
mother still felt upset by the ordeal, but when the cheque
arrived, it more than covered the horrendous debts that had
accumulated after her husband's tragic accident with a
motorised lawn mower and let them lead life on a more even
keel. She even came to think that it had been worth it.
Eve was quite a fan of Innocence's movies which she
rented from the video store and watched sometimes
together with her mother. It was not Innocence's beauty
alone that attracted her and certainly not the storylines. It
was a more intangible aspect of her lovemaking that was both
appropriate to her name and delightfully sluttish at the
same time, as she thrust her penis into the arses and vaginas
of the men and women who co-starred with her. Innocence was
a porn star with a genuine concern for her screen lovers and
a degree of professionalism in the way she executed the money
shot, the cream shot or the throat shot. Her letters to
Innocence began much the same as any letters from a fan to
her screen idol, but soon became confessionals of her feelings
towards her mother, the pains of adolescence and her
worries about her lack of sexual feeling towards boys or even
most women. She enjoyed masturbation and she told Innocence in
great detail about how she practised it.
There was no item in the fridge or the pantry, no item of
detachable furniture or common household item, and no
place, indoors or out, that were not suitable for her
masturbatory bouts - sometimes watched by her troubled
mother but most often not watched at all. The images that
flashed through her mind as she brought herself to
orgasmic ecstasy were not, however, particularly well
focused. Just the feelings of pleasure it brought her seemed
adequate. There was no need to think of men and women -
though the image of the two of them merged in one (as it
was with Innocence) was sufficient stimulus.
She was almost surprised when her frequent entreaties that
Innocence come and stay with her mother and her were
answered positively. She knew she wrote many more letters
to Innocence than were ever written to her, and that
the passion and obsession she expressed in them were far
from reciprocated by Innocence's generally quite
embarrassed and polite replies. She knew that the feelings
she felt towards Innocence as she watched yet again the
video of her fucking her mother were nowhere near as
strongly felt by Innocence. She felt that her love was as
masturbatory as her lovemaking and, in a sense, preferred it
that way. The knowledge that her maidenhead had been
breached by Innocence was somehow better than its memory or
the thought of it ever happening again.
She and her mother lived in an expensive cottage just
outside the city of Congress in an idyllic landscape of
sheep, goats and open fields, spoilt only by the constant
low roar of a nearby motorway. The garden was very large
and occupied most of her mother's time as she pruned the
begonias, roses and gladioli. It held many secret corners
and patches where Eve could masturbate in peace secure in
the knowledge that only her mother was ever likely to find
her. Her mother had become quite accustomed to the
sight of her daughter squirming in the grass with her hands
up her vagina, sometimes with a cucumber or a parsnip to
assist in inducing pleasure. Eve knew her mother had
decided that it was a neurosis resulting from the trauma
of her husband's death, but Eve hadn't really known her
father as anyone other than the man who'd watch television
in silence all evening when he wasn't pushing a lawn
mower about the garden. His loss was most keenly felt in
the lack of money coming in, with little promise of more
arriving in the future while his estate was being argued
in the courts.
Innocence was very impressed by the garden when she
arrived, and Eve spent a happy hour or so showing her
friend the corners of the garden she'd described in such
detail in her letters. The hedgerow where she masturbated
on the handle of a broom. The lawn she'd rub up close to
her rounded breasts. The nettles she sometimes beat
herself with until she came up in a raw red rash
around her cunt and upper thighs. Innocence wandered
about in a long white dress with a prominent cleavage that
made Eve feel like throwing herself onto the grass, pushing
her fingers right into the warm sticky welcomeness of her
vagina and feel the blades rub against her breasts. She
had an urgent desire to feel the longer grass push against
the sensual aureate tenderness of her nipples and her toes
dig into the earth.
Her intention was not to make love to Innocence. This
privilege was for her mother who welcomed any opportunity
for sex - almost not caring with whom or what - as a
substitute for the attention of her deceased husband. Eve
knew her mother had loved her father. Despite his general
silence and inoffensiveness, she knew the intensity of her
mother's love from her passionate cries of ecstasy
reverberating about the house and the countless occasions
she'd come across her father fucking her mother in the
house and garden, and pretending not to notice anything.
Innocence was not her father, although she much more revered
this strange sensual creature, but her mother didn't prevent
that fact from disturbing the ecstasy of her cries, the
frequency of her orgasms or her hunger for yet more.
Eve would find her mother and Innocence locked in embrace,
or with Innocence's penis firmly embedded in an orifice,
or her mother's mouth gulping at the length of it, in so
many different places. In the living room, between the
plastic model of a precious Chinese vase and the sofa. On
her mother's bed or in the guest room. In the garden
between the hyacinths and rhododendrons. At all times and
in all places. Her mother's fuller breasts wobbled in their
growing looseness as, crouched down, she took thrust after
thrust from Innocence in her arse or in her cunt. The slight
bulge of her stomach relaxing its rigour with age giving
way as Innocence pushed away at her, her mouth open and
her eyes expressing that wide and excited stare that Eve
recognised so well.
It was such a joy to Eve having Innocence visit. She was
someone who listened with so much patience as Eve talked
about the things she liked most: her favourite toys and
ornaments, the birds gathering on the bird table that Eve
would watch with such fascination, the pieces of music she
played again and again, never tiring of the familiarity
she had gained with every individual note. She loved to see
her mother enjoy herself fucking with Innocence. Whatever
gave her mother joy, gave her joy.
"But, Eve, don't you want me to make love to you as well?"
asked a genuinely puzzled Innocence, who expected a physical
manifestation of the desires Eve had expressed so abundantly
in literary form.
Eve shook her head, and glanced down at her vagina which
was revealed by her fingers underneath the short flared
dress she'd hoisted up and the cotton knickers she'd pulled
down. "No, not again. Not yet," she mouthed apologetically.
For all the pleasure masturbation gave her and that which
she got from observing the lovemaking between her mother
and Innocence - the two people she most loved in the world
- she wasn't prepared to repeat what had been so demonstrably
achieved before. "I'm not ready for more."
Innocence kissed her tenderly on the lips. "It doesn't have
to be there again," she reassured her.
Eve pushed Innocence off her. "I'm sorry," she said sadly.
"I don't know what it is. I just don't want to. Please don't
make me."
Innocence nodded. "You know I wouldn't do anything to
hurt you, Eve. At least, never again."
Eve wandered through her garden, trailing behind her each
item of clothing as she walked along. First came off her
shoes and then her socks so she could feel the sun-baked
grass bite into her heel and into the gaps between her toes.
Then she loosened her blouse, opening it up to reveal the
white singlet she wore beneath. Then she slipped it down off
her shoulders, letting the weight of it drag from her arm and
finally to fall off altogether and land on the grass in the
trail of socks and shoes. Then she undid her skirt, letting
it drop to her ankles as she walked, and stepped out of it.
Then she pushed up her singlet, revealing the unshaved
hairiness of her armpits and threw it dismissively behind her.
And then hooking her hands into the elastic band of her cotton
knickers, she pulled them down and tossed them to one side of her.
Eve loved to wander naked through her beloved garden,
brushing her thighs and breasts against the flowers and
trees, feeling the afternoon breeze on the tender nerves of
her revealed skin and enjoying the burn of the sun on a
body bronzed by its rays and showing no pale evidence on
her skin of having ever worn clothes. She had just been
watching her mother and Innocence fuck in the living
room. Her mother's mouth took Innocence's penis deep into her
throat while Innocence's mouth probed and bit her mother's
vagina, now so raw and red from such frequent lovemaking. Her
mother's arse shook with ecstasy, and she released little
cries of joy through her nostrils - her mouth not in a
position to exhale. Innocence was so beautiful! She was
indeed lucky to have lost her virginity to one as beautiful
as she. One who was so considerate, accomplished and
passionate.
She dug the fingers of her left hand into her vagina, letting
her long middle finger trail up the cleavage in her buttocks
and into her tight vagina. Her other hand stroked a nipple,
bringing it to a prominent erection which reminded her
ever so slightly of Innocence's much more impressive
breasts and the erection she so easily generated between
her legs. So much better endowed than Eve with her tiny
clitoris and breasts she was sure would never grow any
larger. She flung herself onto the grass, feeling the daisies
brush against the sides of her nipples and the loose grass
cuttings, so recently cropped, mingle with her pubic hair.
She shivered and gasped, her buttocks trembling with joy
and ecstasy as with thoughts of Innocence so much in her
mind she stimulated the orgasms she so enjoyed, and so often
sought.
She stretched her neck out on the lawn, her shoulders flat
against the ground, grass falling from her hair where it
mixed in with her when she rolled round and around enjoying
the sensuousness of her own body and its contact with the
world around her. She noticed beside her two bare feet that
she now recognised so well. It was Innocence. The only
person she had ever made love with. The only person she
would ever want to make love with.
Without retracting her fingers from the smooth moistness
of her cunt she rolled over onto her knees and sat up to
look directly into Innocence's swollen purple glans. She
observed with delight that Innocence was masturbating. And
masturbating what's more over Eve making love to herself.
This was surely heaven! Eve decided, giving vent to raw
and uncontrollable cries of passion, sure to be heard by
her mother and probably by the neighbours who would never
be able to see over the high hedges surrounding the garden.
Again and again and again!
Innocence's penis was swollen to its maximum. As large as
she'd ever seen it. And so soon after fucking her mother!
And then, with a cry of ecstasy nearly as loud as one of
hers Innocence released a shower of semen that splattered
onto Eve who positioned herself deliberately so that every
tiny pale drop would land on her face and in her mouth.
Heaven must be like this, Eve was sure, as she licked the
salty tasting droplets from her lips and spread the semen
about her face like the liquid from a soap vendor in a
public toilet. What better could there be than this!
Innocence's visit to Eve's home was not unnoticed by the
local sex television station, Congress Copulation
Broadcasting, which arranged a visit to interview
Innocence who had now become so famous for her
appearances in films and videos. Eve waited in
anticipation with her mother and Innocence until the
television crew arrived, where they were due to take over
the garden for their filming. Nearly half a dozen people
eventually arrived including the interviewer, Morning
Glory, a tall slim woman who was dressed in only a black
bikini and long black hair that trailed half way down her
back. Her eyes were lined in black make-up and her lips
were painted a prominent blood-red. She and her producer,
a short plump woman in a thick fisherman's jumper,
introduced themselves to the company and explained to
them the proceedings of the interview.
It was to take place in the garden, on the lawn where Eve
had so often masturbated, near a small statue of a naked
boy and a tall lavender bush. "We'd prefer it, of course, if
you were interviewed naked," the producer explained to
Innocence, who was wearing her long white dress. "The
viewers will be interested in seeing your penis. It is the
thing which would most make them want to watch the programme.
We would also like to see you make love to your beautiful
young girlfriend - Eve is it?"
"Oh! I don't want to do that!" Eve immediately protested.
"It brings back too many painful memories."
"Why's that?" Morning wondered. "Surely it's better for
you to make love to Innocence than for me to have to do
so?"
"I don't care who Innocence makes love to. She can fuck
my mum if she has to fuck anyone. I just don't want to do it
myself."
"Eve was my co-star in The Dawning of Eve,"
Innocence explained. "She just doesn't want to repeat the
experience."
"What sort of film was that?" Morning asked. "It wasn't a
rape or S&M film, was it?"
"It's the film where Innocence took my virginity," Eve
proudly explained. "It was very painful. I just couldn't
do it again. I don't ever want to do that again!"
The producer looked quite thoughtful. "Well, how about
just kissing, then?"
Eve nodded. "Yes, I'd do that. But not down there! Only on
the face."
"Okay, we'll do that then. The viewers would like to see
that Innocence has a regular girlfriend. Do you mind doing
it unclothed?" Eve didn't mind at all. "But it means that
it'll be up to you, Morning dearest, to do the fucking. You
don't mind do you, Innocence? Fucking Morning here?"
Innocence smiled. "I'm sure it would be very pleasant."
Morning looked more doubtful. "Honestly, Noon, it's not
as if I were lesbian or anything. Why do I always have to
get involved in single sex scenes?"
"Innocence isn't a normal women, are you love? It will be
much more like the normal fuck scenes you prefer doing,
Morning sweetheart. Don't be so awkward."
Morning scowled, but she nodded in assent.
The filming began with a prolonged kiss between
Innocence and Eve, the two of them naked, with Eve's
mother watching along with the rest of the film crew. Part
of the scene involved the two girls taking off each other's
clothes, and Eve was delighted to see that Innocence's
penis was already quite large. She took it in a hand and
held its warm pumping magnificence while she and
Innocence kissed and kissed and kissed. Eve was aroused by
the feel of her bare skin against Innocence's in the
afternoon sun, feeling almost like relenting and letting
Innocence fuck her. But it was too late now. She'd made
her decision. And if she were ever to let anyone fuck
her again it wouldn't be while three cameras surrounded
her and a boom was suspended above her head by a most
elaborate contraption.
Neither Morning nor Noon interrupted the kissing -
perhaps hoping it would after all come to something more
penetrative, but it came to its own end. Eve pulled herself
off, and with her heart beating with excitement and her
skin dripping with sweat, she ran off to sit with her mother,
who smiled at her reassuringly. Morning then walked onto
the set, wearing her black bikini - her large breasts swelling
against the top and her slim waist so neatly delimited. She
kissed Innocence more briefly on the mouth, but ensured that
their tongues touched and made feigned sounds of pleasure.
The talk part of the interview started immediately, with the
two of them sitting together on the grass with their arms
around each other, and their legs sprayed out in front.
"One question I must ask straight away refers, of course, to
your penis, Innocence. Many people want to know, and I'm just
one of them, how such a feminine woman as you - and such a
beautiful one too - should have such a magnificent functioning
male member. It is yours by birth? It's not been grafted on
has it?"
"No, not at all. It's been with me from birth! But of course
not always as well functioning as it is now..."
"Well, we'll find out later about how well it functions,"
remarked Morning, stroking it with her hand and appearing
slightly startled from the way it responded so positively to
her caresses. "First of all we'll talk about your film career."
This part of the interview, Eve learnt, would be screened
with excerpts from the better films and videos she'd
performed in (not including, Eve learnt, The Dawning
of Eve, on Innocence's own request. She knew that this
was not a film she was especially proud of having done and
one he hoped her lover, Dodie, would never find out about).
Innocence spoke of the people in the film she'd fucked or
was fucked by and gave accounts of particularly amusing
or erotic incidents relating to each film. These details
had already been extracted from Innocence in an earlier
chat she'd had with Noon before the filming had started.
The interview also concentrated on other parts of her
life, of which much was actually new to Eve. She hadn't
known that Innocence had once been a nun. Nor that she
had once been involved in a commercial venture with her
sister with Null. Nor that her first film had been made in
Brook, and hadn't actually involved her having any sex at
all.
After this part of the interview, in which Innocence
avoided Morning's probing regarding her relationship with
her sister and refused to comment on her opinion of Leon
or Honore L'Oeuf. "So you wouldn't wish to confirm that
the famous children's author has based her sexual accounts
on her own direct experience with actual children?"
"I think it's best for Honore to answer questions like
that," Innocence diplomatically replied.
"Indeed," agreed Morning standing up beside Innocence.
"It is her right to do so." She then pulled down her knickers
- keeping her bikini top on - and revealed her shaven pubis
which she stroked with her fingers. She took Innocence's hand,
pulled it up to her cunt and gently stroked it against her.
Then with the same professionalism that marked the rest of her
interview, she pulled Innocence up to her feet and initiated
the sex part of the interview.
As the cameras and sound operator crowded round the
two of them, Eve put her arms around her mother and
watched with fascination as Morning and Innocence made
love. She watched as Morning took Innocence's penis into
her mouth, commenting all the while for the benefit of the
cameras, the exact feel of it, the warmth of it, how it
throbbed and later the taste of it. Morning allowed
Innocence's penis to enter her shaven cunt and
continued a monologue to the camera interspersed with
cries of apparent ecstasy. She let her fingers stray into the
recesses and folds of her cunt, as Morning - still addressing
the camera - tied a dildo around her waist and then
proceeded to fuck Innocence up the arse. Eve felt
privileged to see such professional lovemaking and she
hoped that her part in the interview would make the
positive impression she'd intended.
She glanced over to Noon, who was running about, giving
instructions to camera operators on the basis of the pictures
she could see on the monitors. Noon caught sight of Eve
huddled around her mother, masturbating furiously, and
smiled amiably. She slipped away from the huddle of
cameras and strolled over to Eve and Dawn.
"Are you sure you wouldn't like a more active role in the
interview?" she asked sympathetically.
Eve shook her head adamantly. "I don't want to be fucked
by Innocence, if that's what you mean?"
Noon blushed slightly. "Well, even so, could I still have
the pleasure of inviting you to my home for a meal? To
thank you for the help you've provided for the interview?"
Eve nodded. "Yes, I'd enjoy that."
Noon smiled with satisfaction. "I'd enjoy that too!" She
bent over and kissed Eve fully on the mouth and tenderly
stroked Eve's breast. She slightly squeezed Eve's nipple
and brushed the hair off her face. "I'd enjoy that very
much!"
XXVIII
In Which the Science of Algebra lives with the virtues of
Innocence and Dodie discovers some of the more bizarre
attributes of Algebra.
True to her name, Algebra was a student of Mathematics at
the University of Congress. She had applied unsuccessfully
to read at the University of Labia, but Congress was a good
second choice, where she was able to study with some of
the very best professors in the country. Also true to her
name, Algebra was a girl of very pure principles and
practices. She was one of many students who was a
practising naturist at the university, although one of the
very few who were women. She felt no shame about
wearing nothing but a pair of small pumps and the large
round glasses she needed to compensate for her myopia.
She knew she was thought very attractive by the male
students and lecturers, and by not a few of the women, but
this didn't trouble her in the slightest. She very
occasionally indulged in sex, but she wasn't noted for a
particular promiscuous lifestyle although she rarely had
sex with a partner on more than one occasion. She did,
however, have a taste for urine and for pissing on her
lovers which put off some of the more squeamish of those
she made love with.
She didn't often wonder why it was that the release of her
urine over a lover's body, clothed or naked, gave her so
much pleasure. It seemed a quite natural relief to the
build up of the pressure that lovemaking necessarily
entailed. She found the taste of urine in her mouth or
dripping down through her hair, over her forehead and over
her cheeks somehow very stimulating. She had to be very
careful about swallowing the stuff. She didn't want to catch
anything, although she managed to convince herself that
urine, like saliva, was quite safe and antiseptic.
Like all students, she needed somewhere to live and not
somewhere expensive. She wasn't at first particularly
excited by the advertisement in the Congress Evening Post
for Third Girl to Share Flat. Must be broadminded. She
had no idea what was meant by broadminded, although
her friends told her that it was probably a euphemism for
something disgusting. She turned up at Innocence's and
Dodie's flat really having no preconception of what to
expect. Her main concern was that they too should be
broadminded with regard to her own naturism. The
landlady of her last flat was far from so on this matter, and
had insisted, rather forcefully, that she either get dressed or
get out. Algebra's principles wouldn't contemplate
compromise, so she moved out almost immediately and
spent most of the last month sleeping on a sofa in a
girlfriend's bedsit.
She didn't immediately warm to Dodie when she opened
the door. Dodie had grown her hair, but it was still quite
short, and she wore a large sweatshirt that pretended that
she too was a student at the University of Congress, which
of course she wasn't. The polytechnic she'd been to was far
less illustrious. She quite liked the fact that Dodie
wore no trousers or knickers, but she felt that by wearing
other clothes the girl was compromising on a principle
Algebra held dear. However, she herself hadn't turned up
naked, wearing the long white laboratory coat she
habitually wore whenever she ventured out of the university
grounds into the city beyond.
Dodie took a liking to her and appeared enthusiastic when
Algebra spoke of her naturism and vegetarianism. She
suggested that Algebra take her clothes off. "It's much
better to dress as you feel comfortable." With no
celebration, Algebra undid her coat, and lay it down on
the back of the chair she was sitting in. She was very
impressed by the flat. It was expensively decorated, and
had more than enough modern conveniences to deserve the
notice All mod. cons. which, in fact, the advertisement
neglected to mention.
"I've often thought of becoming a vegetarian myself,"
Dodie commented, stroking her pubic hair idly. "It seems a
sensible thing to do. I wouldn't want to harm any animal,
and I often feel disgusted when I'm eating meat that this
fleshy chunk of brown stuff once belonged to a living
breathing sentient being."
"Exactly," agreed Algebra, who nonetheless despised any
lack of resolve on this or any other matter. At that
moment, Innocence arrived wearing a short skirt and an
even shorter top which showed off her breasts and waist
to their best advantage. Algebra was slightly disgusted by
the fact that this young girl also wore black stockings
and awfully harmful stiletto heeled shoes. However, when
Innocence sat down and started talking, her character was
much more in keeping with her name and she was very
concerned about Algebra's welfare.
"You've been sleeping on a sofa? And all because your
landlady doesn't like nudity? How awful! I'm not a naturist
myself, although I often don't wear any clothes. Particularly
in my line of work."
"What kind of work is that?" Algebra wondered.
Innocence blushed slightly and looked embarrassedly at her
red painted fingernails. "I'm an actress. Of sorts that is. I
appear in films and videos. But they're a kind of specialised
market. I make pornographic films."
Algebra had no real opinion on this activity. She barely ever
even thought about pornography. Images of naked women didn't
bother her, although she thought there was rather too much
underwear worn in most of that stuff. "Is that the reason why
I must be broadminded?" Algebra quoted.
"Sort of," admitted Innocence. "But that's not the only
reason. Another reason is that Dodie and I are lovers.
We're very much in love, in fact. And there are quite a few
girls who don't like sharing with couples like us."
This was another matter Algebra never really thought about
much. True, she had on occasion made love with women - in
particular her Number Group Theory lecturer - but she'd
never really distinguished this very much from heterosexual
love except insofar that women rarely, if ever, sported
penises. "It's not something that bothers me greatly. I'm
more concerned that I'll be able to study in peace. That's
the most important thing. That's why I'm at university."
"Well, yes, of course it is," remarked Innocence, slightly
chastened. "I was a student myself once, but I gave it up.
But I know what it's like to study. Well, Dodie, what do
you think? Is Algebra the sort of girl we'd like to have
sharing the flat?"
Dodie smiled mischievously. "I don't see why not! What
about you, Algebra? Does the idea appeal to you?"
It did, and Algebra moved in the very following day. It was
a three-bedroomed flat, but as Dodie and Innocence mostly
shared the same bed the room assigned to Algebra was not
the smallest, and was positively monstrous compared to the
tiny rooms she was used to. She'd even had to share bedrooms:
an arrangement fraught with problems with regard to Algebra's
affection for urinating while making love. Not everyone liked
the smell of fresh urine in the bedroom.
It was a while until Algebra discovered the real reason
she was expected to be broadminded, but in a household
where she was constantly naked and Dodie was more
naked than not, it was natural that there would be an
occasion when Algebra would see a naked Innocence
walking around the house with her penis dangling
temptingly between her legs. At first, Algebra saw it and
really didn't recognise its significance, particularly as
Innocence appeared to show no embarrassment at being
seen naked. Later, however, while Algebra was puzzling
over some of the more surprising conclusions of Godel's
theorem she recalled to her mind the image of Innocence
striding along the corridor between the various rooms with
a penis incongruously dangling between her full feminine
thighs. She put her pencil to her mouth and chewed it
contemplatively, a smile across her face and thoughts of
Godel (and indeed Russell, Mandelbrot and Newton) quite
forgotten.
Dodie was not a girl who lacked friends, but Algebra
was impressed by the way she nevertheless remained
passionately in love with Innocence however many
different lovers she might entertain. She could see that
despite her promiscuous lifestyle she was still jealous
of her lover's cinematic sex life, but would sit on the
sofa with Algebra and listen politely to Innocence's account
of the sex she'd had during the day. Dodie's strength
of affection towards her lover warmed her to Algebra, and
she soon came to feel affectionate towards Dodie as she
betrayed her feelings with tragic grimaces and repressed
sighs.
So it was that she eventually relented to Dodie's
persistent attempts to make love with her. For a change,
she didn't slip her hand out of Dodie's as they sat
together watching television. Nor did she politely but
firmly remove Dodie's arm from around her shoulders. She
let Dodie's hand rest on her thigh and allowed the girl
to become steadily bolder with her expressions of desire.
Within a few minutes, the two of them were wrestling
together on the sofa, Dodie relieving herself of her tee-shirt
and Algebra of the glasses that clashed uncomfortably
against her cheeks. Dodie's tongue probed deep inside
Algebra's vagina, her fingers prising it open to insert
as much of her tongue as possible while also easing other
fingers into the anus. Algebra leaned back against the
leather upholstery, a button of it digging into her spine,
giving vent to small but unmistakable cries of joy.
And then, as so often happened when Algebra felt a certain
degree of passion, she felt that urge to piss she so
rarely suppressed. The pressure against her bladder,
stimulated by the wine they had been drinking previously,
reached a high enough level and with no warning she
started pissing directly into Dodie's face, and, as her
mouth was open, directly onto her tongue and down
her throat. At first, Dodie wasn't too sure what was
happening and continued regardless, perhaps accustomed
to the presence of a similarly warm but usually more
viscous liquid directed into her mouth. But then, with an
abrupt start, she pushed herself off Algebra, wiping
her mouth with the back of her hand and looking with
disbelief at the golden liquid dribbling down her chin
and onto her chest.
"Uugghh!" she gasped. "You're pissing on me!"
"Don't you like it?" wondered Algebra naively.
Dodie coughed and spat in an attempt to clear her mouth of
piss. "Like it! Why should I like it? Would you like it if
I pissed on you?"
"Oh Yes! I would!" Algebra answered enthusiastically.
"Would you? Please!"
Dodie looked at Algebra with an expression of disbelief.
She shook her head slowly, shrugged her shoulders, and
headed off to the bathroom. Algebra sat on the sofa
staring at Dodie's discarded tee-shirt, feeling cheated
that her lovemaking had been so abruptly truncated
and somewhat puzzled by Dodie's reaction. She'd assumed
that for someone who had so many different partners and
made love with a woman who was undeniably some kind
of a freak, a little bit of urine would really be neither
here nor there. Although some of the men and women who
made love to her in the past appeared disconcerted by
her attraction to urine, she assumed it was simply
because it was a novel experience for them. It was
difficult to believe this should be the case with Dodie
who she'd often seen with a prick up her arse or vagina
with many different men and women.
After a few minutes, Dodie re-emerged from the bathroom
with a towel rubbing her hair which she had just washed
and a strong smell of toothpaste and mouth wash. She had
also soaped and showered her chest and face. "Are you
saying, Algebra, that you like to piss on people when
you're making love?"
"Well, of course. Doesn't everyone?"
Dodie frowned slightly. "I don't think so. And you also
like to be pissed on?"
"Oh yes!"
"And shat on?"
"Oh no! That sounds too dirty! Well, I've never tried it. I
can't believe turds could possibly taste as nice. And the
smell is absolutely disgusting!"
"It is. Isn't it? And you want me to piss on you? Is that
right?"
Algebra nodded. "That would be very nice."
Dodie sniffed. "Well, if it's what you want, let's go to the
bathroom where it'll be easier to clean up. And I insist that
it's you who clears up the mess."
"I don't mind that."
Dodie and Algebra entered the bathroom and Algebra was
gestured into the bath where she lay down on the cold empty
enamel. Dodie opened a can of beer which she deliberately
sprayed over Algebra's body as the froth came bubbling out.
She glugged at it desperately while eyeing Dodie lying in
anticipation with frothy beer over her breasts and trickling
down her stomach and tangling in her pubic hair. She very
soon finished the beer and dropped the empty can into the
wastepaper bin where it landed with a small thud on a
discarded box of Algebra's sanitary towels.
"How do you feel?" Dodie asked the girl lying in the bath.
"Are you ready?"
Algebra nodded, holding her breath against the very real
feeling of pre-orgasmic pleasure. Dodie smiled grimly. She
strode over to the bath and stepped into it, causing
Algebra to pull one leg up while the other stretched out
under Dodie and pressed against the plug. Dodie looked
down at her, and Algebra could almost feel the gradual
passage of liquid through the network of intestines
and eventually into the urethra. This waiting was a pleasure
in itself, but also caused her great impatience. "Piss on
me!" she pleaded. "Piss on me!"
Dodie complied almost immediately and Algebra watched
with delight as the arching stream of golden liquid emitted
from between her legs and sprayed over her face, hair,
breasts and legs, while Dodie shifted her aim to sprinkle
Algebra as thoroughly as she could. She kept her mouth
open as wide as possible to capture as many droplets of the
precious liquid as she could and relished the taste of it on
her tongue. She shivered in orgasmic delight and let free a
trickle of urine herself (not nearly as voluminous as
Dodie's as she'd already relieved herself) which joined the
flow of Dodie's urine trickling down her thighs and trailed
in a single line down the centre of the bath and to the plug
hole.
Algebra shivered and shuddered in the ecstasy of her
passion while Dodie strode out of the bath and looked at
Algebra with an expression the student couldn't really
interpret but somehow concluded that it wasn't one of
whole-hearted enthusiasm in this particular variant of
lovemaking.
XXIX
In Which Une joins in the study of Algebra; the properties
of Twelve are examined by Algebra; and Chastity returns
to Innocence.
After their one session of lovemaking, Algebra was
disappointed to find that despite her attempts to repeat it
Dodie was decidedly unenthusiastic to do so. Algebra soon
concluded that her brief love affair with Dodie had
finished almost before it began. She immersed herself in
her studies as a way to keep her mind off her
continued passion. Her assumption might well have proved
true, but events interceded. An old lover of Innocence's,
Une, arrived in Congress and decided to stay in the flat.
Algebra was attracted to Une, although she was much older
than anyone she'd made love to before, except for
one of her lecturers, who, in any case, was a man. Une
dressed very simply in a long white dress to her ankles and
paid absolutely no attention to city fashions. She soon
re-established her intimacy with Innocence, but showed
rather more modesty than Dodie by restricting her
lovemaking to the bedroom. Dodie was not at all
delighted by this intercession in her love life, nor in how
she was excluded from participating in it. Despite Innocence's
occasional sexual activities with her lover, these were too
few and too brief to satisfy Dodie. Algebra watched Dodie from
a distance, her head generally immersed in text books,
although her mind focused on Dodie's beautiful hairy cunt
and the slim breasts with the nipples so prominent against
the fabric of her tee-shirts. She hoped that Dodie's
frustration would be relieved on her ever-waiting self.
Her hopes were eventually rewarded, but Algebra sensed
that Dodie's lovemaking was more from a perverse sense of
revenge than from any feeling of passion towards her.
Although Algebra was expressly forbidden from pissing on
Dodie, her lover felt no compunction about releasing
volumes of urine onto Algebra's body and into her mouth,
a diet soon supplemented by a more solid and horribly
smelly alternative. Algebra didn't enjoy the long messy
turds as they squeezed out of Dodie's buttocks and
plopped onto her face or her chest. She certainly
didn't enjoy the taste and felt rather humiliated as
she bent to Dodie's demands and took them into her mouth.
She felt a disgust that drinking urine somehow never
provoked. Although her desire for lovemaking with Dodie
was being superficially satisfied there was little
genuine passion and it made her feel rather unhappy.
She sat down in the living room with Une on a night when
Innocence and Dodie were out together to see a concert
that Dodie insisted Innocence would enjoy, though even
Algebra knew that there was too much of a gulf in the two
girls' musical tastes for this to be likely. Une was
reading a thick hardback book that seemed to be several
centuries old and occasionally turned the pages from right
to left. Algebra glimpsed the print in the book, but to
her eyes it appeared to be nothing more than illegible
scribbles in a very unfamiliar alphabet. She was immersed
in a book of attractors and fractals, and paused on
occasion to muse on the more bizarre conclusions the
author derived from the equations.
It was on one such occasion that Algebra caught sight of
Une tudying her with curiosity. Algebra looked across and
wondered if Une's interest might not have been stimulated
by her nudity, which contrasted with the long white dress
Une wore.
Une smiled.
"You're a student, aren't you?" Une asked. "What is it you're
studying?"
"Chaos theory," answered Algebra. "It's about how there is
chaos in order and order in chaos."
"That seems a fairly accurate description of life," Une
mused. "And in your life as well, I dare say. Dodie treats you
rather badly, doesn't she? Why's that, do you think? Is it
because she thinks I'm taking Innocence away from her?"
"I think that might be why," Algebra answered. "Though I
wouldn't say she treats me badly..."
"Do you like eating shit then?"
"Well, not really, but..."
"That sounds pretty cruel to me. You poor girl. You really
need a better lover than Dodie. You know she'll return to
Innocence when I've gone."
"She will?"
"You know she will!"
Algebra looked across at Une and became conscious of a
welling of tears in her eyes. Barely had she noticed this
than the trickle overwhelmed the lid of her eye and trickled
down her cheek, followed by a sudden and unexpected sob.
Une smiled sympathetically, and this triggered off a sudden
outbreak of tears and sobs, which Algebra felt had been
inside her for years. She put her head in her hands, dropping
Fractal Facts and Friction to the floor with a dull thud.
She felt a raw wound gape inside her as she shuddered with
the strength of her feelings of frustrated love and dark
realism.
Algebra felt an arm around her shoulder and looked up to
see a naked Une behind her, smiling sympathetically. She
turned her head and buried it deep into Une's chest, who
clucked understandingly as Algebra moaned her wordless
desires and fears. Une stroked her shoulders and allowed
her hands to wander about the young student's body,
expertly changing her sobs from ones of despair to
ones of desire.
It was perhaps inevitable it would result in this, mused
Algebra, as the two women rolled about on the thick rug in
front of the gas fire, Une's tongue deep inside her vagina
(from which Algebra courteously forbore urinating), and
her own tongue and fingers exploring the caverns of Une's
cunt. How could a vagina be so large? wondered Algebra,
whose specialisation had never been biology. Her whole fist,
and very probably her arm as well, could fit into the
capacious recesses parted by the elegantly shaped but
spacious lips. Algebra prised it open with the fingers of
both hands and pushed her tongue and teeth as deep inside
as she could. Meanwhile, her own much tighter cunt was
nibbled and licked and stroked with such expert care
that despite her misery she came and came again, feeling
an ecstasy that had been denied her by Dodie and none of
her other lovers had ever granted her.
And so it was that the two were found, buttocks raised
above faces and legs stretched out, when Innocence and
Dodie returned later that night, Dodie quite clearly the
more enthusiastic about the music of Sigmund Gamma.
"Well, Innocence, sweetest," Dodie cooed, not at all
disappointed, "it looks like we'll be spending the night
together. Une is obviously too wrapped up to offer you her
company."
Algebra heard Innocence sigh and watched the two lovers'
bare legs stride out of the living room, leaving her with
Une. She didn't mind. Somehow she felt that her
uncharacteristic release of emotion had led to a deeper
and more satisfactory experience than any amount of
Dodie's urine could ever provide.
Une soon left, but before Algebra was sure that life could
return to normal, another friend of her landladies,
Twelve, found need to stay at the flat. She was
between being evicted from her last bedsit for fucking too
many people too loudly and finding a more tolerant
landlord. Twelve was much more like Dodie in character than
Innocence, just as Une had been to Innocence, and it was no
surprise that it was with Dodie she mostly made love. Twelve
was a skinny freckly girl who wore nothing but a long
white gown that somehow never managed to hide either her
breasts or her cunt, and she had a single long strand of hair
which fell coquettishly from her forehead down over her face
and onto her shoulder. She had a thick bush of red pubic hair
fashioned into the shape of a heart and was otherwise waxed
hairless. It wasn't long until Algebra found herself a toy
in the two girls' sexual games, while Innocence remained
seemingly unaware that her lodger was treated with anything
other than the respect normally accorded to a gifted student
of mathematics.
Twelve and Dodie often enticed Algebra away from her
theorems, proofs and topology for sex games which
occasionally involved pissing, and sometimes rather more
ordinary sex, but more often involved faeces, spanking and
bondage. It was only through love of Dodie that she
allowed herself to be hung by her arms behind her from the
window while Twelve stuck her arse out of the window
and let loose long and messy turds over her long hair,
down her chest and sometimes into her mouth. She
allowed the two girls to tie her up in excruciating positions
for hours on end, occasionally enlivened by a brisk
spanking or even a caning, but mostly just ignored. She
almost preferred the moments of physical contact, however
painful and however much it left red and blue blemishes on
her back and buttocks, to the long hours of sitting or
standing in constant pain, her mouth muzzled and cords
digging deep into her wrists or ankles.
However, it was as a result of the greater interest shown
her by Twelve's arrival that Algebra first had sex with
Innocence. In all the months she lived in the flat all she
had known of Innocence's body was its naked presence
when she was home from work and watching Innocence at
play with Dodie, Twelve or Une. She had enjoyed watching
Innocence's prick thrust in and out, back and forth, into
the girls' dripping vagina, raw and throbbing with passion,
and then exploding, in a cascade of viscous liquid, as she
came to a loud and frantic climax. Algebra would let her
book drop down as Twelve would take Innocence's penis and
bring out fountain after fountain of semen, and let it
splash onto her breasts and take globules into her mouth.
Algebra had also watched Innocence in the videos in the
flat that featured her in a wide variety of sex scenes
with a matching variety of partners. Her eyes focused
more on Innocence's beautiful sexy body than those of
her partners, whether male or female, who took her
wondrous never-tiring penis into any and all of their
orifices and revelled in the cascades of semen she
produced. Algebra sometimes felt a degree of envy for
these partners who, however brief their acquaintance,
knew Innocence more intimately than Algebra had
managed to.
Dodie and Twelve soon found out about Algebra's desires
on Innocence on those occasions, interspersing the
humiliation and pain, when they were kind and considerate
to her, even taking her out with them to night clubs where
they made love to each other and whoever else they might
meet (ensuring that Algebra could only ever watch, and
forced to wear clothes which constrained her too much
to have any ability to participate).
"Don't worry, Algebra," Twelve said softly, as her piss
dribbled down Algebra's chin and onto her chest, "we'll
ensure you get to know Innocence better."
And so it was that while Algebra sat in her bedroom one
evening reading a book on Number Groups and Vectors,
she was greeted by a slightly tipsy Innocence and a
giggling Twelve and Dodie. The three girls had just been
visiting a few friends of Twelve's and had rather too
much to drink and smoke, and Innocence had been
persuaded that what Algebra wanted most in the world was
to be buggered by her.
"She doesn't like it the other way," lied Twelve.
"In fact, what she most likes is to have someone shit into
her mouth!" Dodie supported.
"Algebra's got some pretty strange tastes!" exclaimed
Innocence, who nonetheless had met and made love with
enough people of bizarre taste in her professional life not
to consider this as at all unusual.
"So, why not make a hard-working student happy on the
eve of her exams!" wickedly goaded Twelve.
Algebra was soon secured to the frame of the bed, her
buttocks high in the air and her eyes looking directly into
Twelve's heart-shaped pubes. Dodie pulled Algebra's head
up so that her mouth pushed directly into Twelve's semen-
and piss-smelling cunt, while with a little more decorum,
Innocence plied her tongue at Algebra's anus, lubricating it
with her saliva and a little cunt juice that despite her
humiliations Algebra was always able to provide with
abundance. She knew that despite the way these activities
hurt and disgusted her they provided her with more sexual
satisfaction than would less adventurous and more tender
lovemaking. It was this proclivity of hers that Twelve
recognised and so ruthlessly exploited. Algebra sensed
that Twelve got a perverse pleasure from humiliating
someone who was pursuing her studies with rather more
diligence than she'd ever done in her student days (before
dropping out or being expelled, depending on which
version of her life story Twelve was promoting on any one
day). The fact that Algebra was more than likely to
graduate and soon be a professional goaded the girl into
a pattern of sexual cruelty that with Dodie's own sadistic
streak became quite obsessive.
Twelve was soon pissing into Algebra's nostrils, mouth and
eyes, while Dodie wrapped herself around alternately
Twelve's and Innocence's body. Innocence thrust deeper
and deeper into an orifice never penetrated before and had
been left religiously undisturbed by Twelve and Dodie in
their sex play, presumably to heighten this very experience
for Algebra as much as possible. The pain was excruciating.
Algebra's anus was not large and not as lubricated as she
would have liked. Innocence was too inebriated to
adistinguish between Algebra's cries of genuine pain and
those of abandoned passion. This was not assisted by the
sound of her own cries of pleasure and those of Twelve
and Dodie. Algebra's body was punished again and again
with each deep thrust and the cruel slaps from Dodie and
Twelve on her shit-, piss- and semen-covered face. It
was too much, and it seemed to go on and on and on and...
Eventually, Algebra lost consciousness. The constant pain
and pleasure apped something from her. She became giddy and
flushed, and swooned while Innocence at last transferred
her penis into her cunt and her arse was now being
penetrated by a dildo strapped around Twelve's waist. The
other three continued their passionate lovemaking for many
more minutes after this, and when she eventually gained
consciousness she found herself lying in Twelve's embrace.
The trickle of a tear was coming down Twelve's cheeks,
while Innocence looked on worriedly.
"Oh Algebra! Algebra! I'm sorry! I shouldn't have. We
shouldn't have! We've gone too far! Can you forgive us?
Please say you forgive us!"
Algebra smiled and then swooned away again. She next
gained consciousness the following day, and found that
Twelve had somehow metamorphosed from her worst tormentor
to her most attentive nurse. She also found that, after
the fever which racked her for several days after, neither
Twelve nor Dodie attempted again to exploit her weakness
for the more painful species of sex game. In fact, Twelve
only touched her from thence in a tender, thoughtful way
and deliberately avoided any contact with Algebra's
breasts or cunt. She seemed genuinely remorseful.
"I don't know how you can forgive me. I really don't!" she
would say, holding Algebra with the same intensity of
tenderness that she'd earlier expressed in petty torture. "I
don't know how I can ever be forgiven. Please try to
believe me when I say I'll never treat you like that again."
Algebra smiled and stroked Twelve's cheek with her hand.
Was this the same girl? she wondered, as Twelve bowed
her head down and buried it into Algebra's lap. What had
Algebra's sufferings been like to trigger such an apparent
change in Twelve?
Secretively, Algebra had already started looking for another
flat to live in before Chastity returned into her sister's
life. She had suffered too much from the treatment
meted out to her by Dodie and Twelve, and although
neither girl was now anything other than kind and attentive,
the damage had been done. She had indulged too much, too
often and too intensely in forms of sexual behaviour that
were physically dangerous and not at all salubrious. All
she wanted to do now was pass her exams and leave the
painful episode behind her. However, fresh torments were
to come which she vaguely sensed when she came home from
university to find Chastity's unfamiliar figure sprawled
out on the sofa with a smug smile on her face, being
addressed uncharacteristically sternly by Innocence who
was sitting opposite her with an arm around Dodie's
shoulders.
"And what makes you think you'd be welcome back here?"
she demanded of her sister, who was dressed in a loose
white gown rather like Twelve's, with the same inability to
hide her breasts or vagina, and very short hair.
"Innocence. Sweetheart. You're my sister! And where else
am I to go? I can't afford the debts on the flat and there's
nothing for me in Labia. You can surely put me up for a
while in Congress while I look for a job and a flat of my
own? My famous sister and her even more famous prick
can easily afford to do that."
"It's not a question of affording to keep you, Chastity, and
well you know it. I don't know how you can have the gall
to come here!"
However, Chastity eventually won the argument, as
Algebra knew she would. Innocence was far too
sympathetic to her sister's plight to do otherwise, although
she made it abundantly clear that it was only a temporary
arrangement. Chastity settled in with rather more of an
attitude of permanence than seemed consistent with this
claim, and soon the third bedroom became hers. Algebra could
see Innocence's and Dodie's discomfort with Chastity's
presence in their flat, but she wasn't at first sure why.
Certainly, Chastity's self-assertiveness and pushiness were
a little off-putting, but she was very kind and considerate
to Algebra. She seemed to show genuine interest in the exotic
and esoteric branches of mathematics Algebra was engaged in,
even though her questions were rather naive and showed a
lack of real understanding. Algebra learnt from Chastity that
she and her sister had fallen out over a genuine
misunderstanding regarding a shared relationship with Twelve.
This seemed quite plausible to Algebra who noted that Twelve
quite soon left the flat not long after Chastity arrived and
was reluctant to discuss any past liaisons she'd had. Twelve
appeared to be genuinely embarrassed about her past with
Chastity, and in the absence of any contrasting story from
Dodie and Innocence who kept themselves quite distant from
their new guest there was no reason for Algebra to suspect
otherwise.
Algebra soon discovered that Chastity was also a very good
lover. It was within a few days that her love life was
immeasurably enhanced by Chastity's impromptu seduction
which somehow occurred so naturally that it was only
afterwards that Algebra asked herself how it had
progressed from such innocent conversation. Algebra
needed little persuasion to share her bed with Chastity,
who knew exactly how to bring her orgasm after orgasm as
she lay back on the bed while Chastity's teeth, tongue and
hands explored every crevice, every pore, every inch of her
body. Her passion for Dodie became a distant memory,
assisted by the distance she maintained now Chastity was
there. Indeed, her landladies became rather jealous of
each other, as if keeping a common front against any
potential assault from Chastity. Algebra developed the
theory that there might be an incident of incest in the
two sisters' past that explained the gulf that currently
existed, although she was sure it probably resulted from
nothing more than Chastity's rather obvious enthusiasm
for sex.
Algebra's sympathetic attitude towards Chastity gradually
changed as her new lover became more adventurous in
her sex games. When Chastity first pissed on her, Algebra
was delighted. This was how it was supposed to be! she
exclaimed to herself. Pissing should come naturally in
one's sex life. It shouldn't be forced. And how clever of
Chastity to guess that this was the sort of attention that
Algebra enjoyed. However, Chastity soon extended her
repertory of sexual activity to include buggery with a dildo,
shitting into her mouth, slapping her, beating her with a
belt, tying her to the back of a chair, and many other such
activities that she'd thought had been left behind when
Twelve abandoned them. She was rather more forceful
with her protests than before. She'd already been through
all this humiliation. But Chastity ignored her, although
she readily promised whatever Algebra might demand and
smiled winningly. Algebra realised that Chastity was just
too practised in this activity and had correctly gauged her
as the kind of woman who was drawn to the darker side of
sexual pleasure.
Chastity began inviting others back home with her and
Algebra was made to participate in Chastity's sexual games
with these people as well. Sometimes, it was Algebra who
was humiliated: tied up and forced to watch as Chastity
and her new partner fucked away in front of her,
often to have semen, piss or shit spread over her face and
body. Sometimes, it was Algebra who participated in the
humiliation of the guest, although she was coerced to do
so. And some of the girls and boys Chastity brought back
were so young! Younger than Algebra's own eighteen years
that was for sure. They were virtually children,
bewildered and alarmed at what was being done to them.
Algebra noticed, however, that there was a certain amount
of subterfuge to Chastity's introduction of such partners
into the house. She was told never to inform either
Innocence or Dodie of who she'd brought back and
definitely not what they got up to. When Algebra asked
why, she was told it was to prevent any 'misunderstanding';
though Algebra wasn't at all sure why Chastity should be
so concerned when Dodie and Twelve were not that much
better.
It was with some relief that Algebra announced to
Innocence one evening that she'd found a flat to share with
two final year students from her university. She explained
that she thought that it would be better for her to share with
other students and not be distracted by people who had
other things to do with their lives. Innocence tried to find
out where Algebra was going to stay and nodded sadly
when Algebra said she didn't want to pass that information
on.
"It's because of my sister, isn't it? You don't want her
following you when you leave. Has she been treating you
that badly?"
Algebra nodded and burst into tears. She buried her
naked body into Innocence's breasts and cried
voluminously and unselfconsciously. Innocence coaxed the
girl into her bed and they were soon making love which
she performed with a tenderness and attention to detail
much like it was at first with Chastity. Algebra looked in
awe at Innocence's powerful penis thrusting deep inside
her, while so intimately connected to such a beautiful and
feminine body. She bent her head back and let loose a long
and powerful cry.
"So tell me," said Innocence, as she and Algebra lay on the
bed-sheets after Algebra was exhausted by passion, "what
has my sister been doing? What has she been making you do?"
Algebra looked down shyly at Innocence's limp penis
between her legs and reached out a hand to stroke it. She
continued stroking it, gently persuading it to a stubborn
erection while hesitantly detailing all she had observed and
participated in, noticing Innocence's confused mixture of
approbation and sexual pleasure at the events she
described.
"My sister's a monster!" Innocence exclaimed. "She mustn't
stay under this roof for a moment longer. Tomorrow she
has to get out, whatever excuses she might have!"
XXX
In Which Kedi rediscovers Innocence by choice, Chastity
by circumstances, and meets Honore who is herself
reunited with Innocence.
Kedi knew Innocence was soon due to arrive to spend a few
days with her, but she wasn't exactly sure when she'd
arrive. She was quite surprised to hear from her, although
they'd kept in touch all the months since they lived
together with Chastity and Mouse in Wonderground.
Innocence didn't say why she felt need to visit or why
she didn't want to come with Dodie. She was pleased that
Chastity wasn't coming as well, though she gathered that
her former lover had moved from Labia to Congress to
stay with her sister.
Kedi had started making a new life for herself in the
seaside resort of Phallus-on-Sea. She and her brother, Pig,
now about fifteen, were renting a small farm cottage just
outside the resort. Kedi worked in the fairground where
she performed her masturbation routines and also in fish
and chip shops where she served customers and acquired a
strong smell of grease over her naked skin. She had decided
to settle in Phallus as it was a district where her habitual
nudity attracted no attention amongst the bronzed naked
bodies of the holiday-makers. Her brother had a similar
disaffection for clothes and after leaving Wonderground,
where he'd worked as a maid for Mrs Duchess and other
wealthy citizens, he chose to live with his sister.
Pig had gained a lot of sexual experience as a maid. His
bottom was so sore that he'd already needed treatment
for piles, although he still got great joy from sodomy
which he practised as often as he was fit and able
to with his many boyfriends. As a maid, he'd mostly been
naked, but on occasions he'd been required to wear an
apron and white lace hat which mostly served to soak up
the semen and sweat that splattered on him after being
buggered by his masters or mistresses. He had a full
working prick, which as he grew older (too old to
continue working as a maid as far as Mrs Duchess was
concerned) became more adept at fucking others. He made
no distinction between genders, though he'd come to
appreciate a good cunt, even if it wasn't such a snug
fit. He also came to particularly relish Kedi's cunt,
especially as his sister was such a skilled sexual
partner.
His prick was deep inside Kedi when Innocence arrived. She
let herself in when nobody heard her ringing the doorbell.
Kedi had already stimulated Pig to ejaculation earlier in
the hope that this would satisfy him. She loved the taste
and sensation of his long thin black penis and the way it
pumped out bucket-loads of semen. But Pig wasn't fully
satisfied and neither was Kedi. He straddled his sister,
his penis thrusting in and out of her warm cavernous
interior, her legs raised behind his back and her ankles
pressed against the crack of his humping buttocks. Kedi
spotted Innocence standing nearby in a long dress to her
ankles and a blouse whose collar pushed up to the top of
her throat. Her hair was much longer now and flowed over
her shoulders, but was still nowhere near as long as it
was before she lived in the Convent. Her bags were at her
feet as she watched Pig fuck his sister.
Kedi raised an arm and squeezed Pig firmly on the
shoulder to signal him to desist. "Innocence has arrived!"
she announced, disengaging herself from her brother's
body and easing him to one side, his penis still erect and
on the point of ejaculation. "Hello, sweetest! You have not
met Pig before, have you?"
"Your brother? No, I haven't," admitted Innocence
stretching out a lace-gloved hand at the end of her bare
arm, the fingers protruding. "Delighted to meet you!"
Pig was also delighted. His prick showed no evidence of
sagging. He stood in front of Innocence, with Kedi resting
her hands on his shoulders, and shook Innocence's hand.
His slim hairless black body positively shivered with
sexual anticipation. Innocence recognised this from her
extensive experience with sex actors and responded by
kissing him on the lips. Kedi watched with satisfaction
as the two of them began kissing and fondling rather more
passionately: Innocence grasped Pig's buttocks in her hands
and pushed his aching penis against her crotch beneath the
long dress. She could see Innocence's penis rase and press
against the fabric of the cloth. She positioned herself
behind her friend and nuzzled her tongue into Innocence's
ear, while her hands carefully undid the countless small
buttons that fastened the blouse.
Eventually, Kedi managed to pull off the blouse exposing
Innocence's lace-covered breasts and unbuttoned the skirt
which descended in folds to the ankles. Her friend stepped
out of the skirt in her delicate laced bootees, her penis
pushing grotesquely against her knickers. Pig pulled
down the knickers and gave a gasp of excited pleasure as
he relished the sight of her erect penis. He stood back, his
hands resting on Innocence's hips, to take in its full beauty.
"It's so beautiful! So complete! So powerful!" he gasped.
"Fuck me! Please! Fuck me!"
Kedi took off the last items of underwear and caressed
Innocence as she obliged Pig, who turned round and
proffered his abused anus for her pleasure. She watched as
Innocence thrust in and out, clasping Pig's prick in her
hands: its veins prominent, the pale grey glans swelling
from pleasure and his balls hard and firm against the base
of her palm. Eventually, it swelled to a climax and semen
spurt forth onto the banquette where the two siblings had
been so passionately engaged moments before. Innocence was
still not satisfied: her penis swollen full and her
testicles rock hard.
"Now fuck me!" Kedi commanded. "Fuck me so I am
feeling hot like my brother. Fuck me so I have been fucked
as hard as I can be fucked!" She lay on the banquette, her
legs wide open and dripping with pleasure. Innocence
stood above her, an erect penis quivering with anticipation,
as she looked at Kedi's black classically formed body: her
full nipples pointed on the cones of her breasts, eyes
shining like white beacons framed by her black face and
her teeth as gleaming white as her eyes.
"Oh Kedi!" She cried, in delight, plunging her penis deep
into her friend's cunt and pushing harder and harder, faster
and faster, causing Kedi to shake and sweat and cry in loud
irrepressible eruptions of ecstasy. A full-throated cry burst
forth accompanied by long whining sighs of more general
pleasure. Her legs shot up and clasped Innocence's
buttocks, joining the rhythm of Innocence's thrusts, adding
their own urgency and muscular strength to Innocence's
own.
And then, as the pleasure became more intense and
threatened to peak again and again, taking her spasms to
even more pronounced levels of ecstasy, her brother's
penis slid into her cunt: a slimmer and longer one
pushing at the base of her cunt, thrusting under
Innocence's, penetrating a little deeper and stretching her
lips that much wider.
And then an easing of pressure, to be replaced by another
harder, tighter pressure as Pig penetrated her anus, an
area generally reserved for special occasions, knowing her
brother's more usual preferences. The tip of his penis
rubbed against the tip of Innocence's through the folds of
her vagina, and his body arched behind Innocence,
supporting himself by holding her full round breasts in his
hands. And finally, a release and an explosion as both Pig
and Innocence ejaculated inside her and finished on her
black thighs stomach and on Innocence's buttocks. It
continued to seep out, eased by Innocence's and Pig's
fingers on each other's penises, and spurted into her mouth.
Once again that familiar and reassuring rich taste of semen:
the very taste of which brought Kedi to an orgasm that
wasted her and left her collapsed on the banquette, semen
dripping over her skin, over her lips and a tear of which
trickled towards her ear.
"It is so very nice to see you once again!" Kedi gasped as
she lay back, abandonedly staring at her two lovers
tumescent penises. "It is a pleasure I have had nearly
forgotten, but will never forget again."
Kedi was not pleased a few days later when Chastity arrived
unannounced at her door, wearing a long skirt and an open
waistcoat. Her short hair was hidden under a large
floppy hat with a long feather dropping out over the rim.
She stood, legs apart and hands on her hips in the doorway,
looking sternly at her former lover.
"What are you doing here? I told you it was all over
between us. And how did you find me?"
Chastity looked imploringly at Kedi's tall naked body. "I've
got nowhere else to go. I couldn't stay at the flat in
Congress with Dodie. She physically pushed me out. But I
learnt where you lived from Innocence and I thought ...
well, after all we've been through together ... I thought ..."
"You definitely can not stay here! Innocence has come all
this way to get away from you. She would not be pleased to
have found that you have come to see her. I will not let you
come in. You will have to find another place to stay."
Chastity looked down forlornly at her battered rucksack
which lay just by her feet in their bowed high-heeled shoes.
"But where can I go? Where can I stay? Please, Kedi. Help
me! I'm desperate!"
Kedi looked at Chastity's pathetic figure with some
sympathy. She couldn't very well kick her out. It wouldn't
be right. But she knew what Innocence would think. She
folded her arms and frowned as she pondered the dilemma
between what was best for Chastity and for Innocence.
"You're right. I cannot just turn you away. But you'll stay
for just one night, and tomorrow you'll leave. Just one
night, understand."
Chastity smiled broadly: "I knew you'd help. I knew you
wouldn't turn me away. But just one night? Is that all?"
"That's all. I don't want to upset Innocence more than I
have to."
Kedi was right to be concerned. When Innocence arrived
back in her bikini from the beach where she'd been
sunbathing naked with Pig, she was very upset to see
her sister, who was sitting on a cane chair wearing
just a waistcoat and bootees reading a magazine on pet
management. She stood frozen at the door to the
living room, glaring accusingly at Kedi who was lying
stretched out on a banquette playing with one of her
kittens.
"What are you doing here?" she asked her sister
venomously. "Do you have to follow me wherever I go? It's
all over between us. I thought you understood. And Kedi's
told me that it's very much over between you and her as far
as she's concerned. Are you just trying to make my life a
torment?"
"Where else can I stay?" Chastity pleaded. "Dodie threw all
my clothes onto the street and bolted the door. She said she
never wanted to see me again. I've got no money. I don't
know what to do."
"Don't lie, Chastity! You've got plenty of other friends you
can stay with. What about all those people you used to
bring home every day? Or have you fallen out with all of
them as well!"
"They're not close to me. Not like you and Kedi. You are the
two most important people in my life. You can't just
tell me to leave like this!"
"Yes, we can. And we do. You can leave here this very
minute!"
"But Kedi said I could stay the night. Didn't you, Kedi,
sweetest? You did, didn't you?"
Kedi nodded reluctantly. "Yes, I did. Chastity's right. I can
not have just kicked out her. We had been lovers for so
many months. But it is just one night. No more."
Innocence sniffed. "If my sister is here for one more night
than that, then I shall leave tomorrow. I will not sleep
under the same roof as my manipulative sadistic sister. She
probably hasn't told you about all the children she's abused.
Or the way she played unwholesome sex games with our
lodger. Or the many disgusting things she does with any
man or woman who's foolish enough to be seduced by her."
She looked at Pig and put a kindly arm around his
shoulders: "Whatever you do, don't permit yourself to be
taken in by this woman. Before you know it she'll force a
dildo up your arse and cover your face in piss."
Pig looked genuinely puzzled, and stroked his slightly
tumescent penis. "What's so wrong with that?"
Innocence recognised she'd seriously misjudged Kedi's
brother, but made no comment. "Just don't be taken in,
that's all!"
"You're wrong about me," Chastity pleaded more. "I'm not
a monster. I just enjoy things that you don't enjoy so much.
You're applying your own prudish narrow-minded
standards to others. You should be more understanding."
"I don't care, Chastity. You're leaving tomorrow and that's
the end of it!" With that Innocence stomped upstairs with
Pig where she remained all night. A little alarmed, Kedi let
the kitten drop to the floor, ignoring its sharp claws that
tried to retain a grip on her bare knees. She glared at
Chastity.
"Chastity. You have brought so much discord to my home.
Tomorrow you leave, do you understand? You must go!"
Chastity scowled and buried her head back into the article
on hen rearing which had apparently been absorbing her,
but Kedi saw she was upset by her sister's rejection.
The following day, Kedi shook Chastity awake where she was
sleeping under a blanket on the sofa. Chastity sat up
yawning, letting the covering drop onto her legs to reveal
the fullness of her breasts, and stretched out her arms.
"What time is it?" she asked wearily.
"Time you were leaving," stated Kedi baldly. "Get your
clothes on. Come on!"
"What now? No breakfast?" Chastity pleaded, spreading
her arms out towards her former lover. "Have a heart!"
"You must leave. Before Innocence has got up. Come on!"
"Can't I have a coffee first? Come on, Kedi!" Chastity
whined, pathetically taking Kedi's black hand in her own
pale one. Kedi shuddered. "Please."
"I shall get you a coffee. As you ask. But that is it!"
Chastity stood up and squeezed her naked body against
Kedi, who felt again that frisson of pleasure she always
associated with such close contact to such an undoubtedly
attractive body as Chastity's. She relented to the extent
of holding Chastity to her breast, her fingers stroking
her shoulder blades. Her former lover held her close for
several minutes, while Kedi allowed her hands to drop
lower down the back towards the waist. Kedi was confused
and unhappy. Then she felt Chastity's hand work its way
round to her groin and stroke the small patch of pubic
hair above her vagina. Kedi sighed. She knew exactly what
Chastity was trying to do, and for a moment she wasn't
sure she had the strength to resist it.
Chastity's hand worked its ways further down and her
fingers delicately squeezed Kedi's firm clitoris. Kedi
sighed: no! This wasn't right. This wasn't right at all. She
pushed Chastity apart from her.
"No! Chastity. No! You are to leave. And you are to leave
now. Before Innocence and Pig wake up. What I have said,
I mean!"
Chastity smiled sadly. "I know when I'm not wanted!" she
sighed regretfully, bending over to put on her skirt and
fasten her bag. "I've given you and my ungrateful sister
so much pleasure and now I am just discarded. Like so
much garbage. I know now who my real friends are. And
they don't include you. And they don't include my fuck film
star sister. Nobody understands me. And nobody cares."
She buttoned up her waistcoat, slipped on her bootees,
quickly tying up the laces, slung her rucksack over her
shoulder, and, without waiting for a coffee, she marched
towards the front door. "Goodbye then!" She announced
with equal measures of regret and bitterness, and slammed
the door forcefully behind her, smiling grimly as the
entire cottage shook on its impact.
Kedi stood mute in the living room. She was dazed by the
exchange and felt a wave of sadness and self-recrimination
shudder through her body. She stood for several minutes,
staring at the door that steadfastly refused to open to re-
admit her former lover; while she reflected on all the
passion she'd shared with Chastity and wondered where it
had all gone. Then she sighed deeply. She shook her head,
ran her fingers down her bare torso, and headed to the
kitchen to prepare breakfast for Innocence and her brother
who were sharing her bed that night. If only things could
have ended more amicably, she thought. But it wasn't to
have been.
It was a hot sunny day and the beach was covered with
the brown roasting bodies of holiday-makers, shining
from the sun-tan creams coating every inch of exposed
flesh. Their heads were either buried in books and
magazines or turned up to bronze their cheeks the same
brownness as their buttocks and breasts. Kedi was not
at all interested in sunbathing. Her body was quite dark
enough as it was, and could probably get no darker. Innocence,
however, did enjoy lying in the sun, but the fine sand of
Phallus-on-Sea's beaches didn't offer her quite the same
freedom as it did to most sunbathers. She was still too
self-conscious, despite her habitual nudity at home, to
reveal her crotch to the innocent public. She would much
rather remain anonymous, behind her thick sun-glasses, her
long hair tied back in a bow, and a very modest swimming
costume. She was very nearly the only person on the entire
beach who was not unclothed, and this in itself attracted
unwelcome attention towards her.
Kedi and Innocence strolled hand in hand along the beach,
by the very edge of the sea where the sand was firmer
and didn't burn into Innocence's soles, and often
embracing, their arms around each other's waist. A
refreshing breeze came in from the sea and blew
Innocence's hair onto Kedi's face. Their progress was a
stately one, as Kedi's stride always was, but their intent was
to get beyond the more popular stretches of the beach to
the quieter, more relaxed sand dunes further on, just round
the bend of the bay, and past a tiny secluded cove, where
Innocence would feel no worry about shedding her
swimming costume and the two of them could indulge with
making love to each other in the open air: a sport they were
both inordinately fond of.
They walked along by the edge of the sand dunes looking
for just the right spot. Secluded enough to be out of sight,
but exposed enough to be blessed by the sunshine that
Innocence was attached to. However, every time they
found a spot they thought might be right, they found
another couple had already claimed it as their own and the
perfect spot was already occupied by heaving buttocks
thrusting deep inside one orifice or another. Their pursuit
was beginning to get a little wearisome, and Kedi
contemplated abandoning the whole venture, and to just
lie together in the sand as they were.
"Huh!" Kedi exclaimed as they came to another secluded
sand dune which would have otherwise been perfect but
for the sound of lovemaking and the sight of a naked girl,
not yet in her teens, who was wandering about by the
dunes, a small trickle of clear viscous liquid running down
the inside of a slender thigh. "Is there not any place
anywhere that we can go?"
Innocence squeezed Kedi's hand tightly and reassuringly.
"There must be somewhere. Not everywhere can be taken.
Who'd have thought there'd be so many people out here
with the same ideas as us?"
Kedi kissed Innocence full on the lips. "I am hoping we
find somewhere soon. I burn with longing for you!"
The couple continued walking past the sand dune where
the little girl had come from to see a young bronzed boy,
not much older than the girl but just as naked, leaning on
top of the body of a much older woman with simply
enormous breasts, each one nearly half the size of the boy,
his penis deep inside the woman's vagina and his taut
buttocks mechanically thrusting in and out. To one side of
the couple was a woman in her early thirties, naked but for
a sun hat and a necklace, who was shamelessly
masturbating at the sight of the copulation. The fingers of
one hand were stroking the long thin nipple of a small
breast and her other fingers deep inside the caverns of her
cunt.
"It's Honore!" Innocence gasped. "I've not seen her for
ages, Kedi. You must have heard of her and her books."
"Yes, I have," admitted Kedi, "but she is very busy. Shall
we let her be? Perhaps we will be finding a quiet place
elsewhere."
Kedi's reluctance to stop and her desire to find another spot
was expressed too late, because Honore spotted Innocence, and
placed her hands gently on her young lover's shoulders to
persuade him to desist. "Innocence, sweetest! How are you?
And who is your beautiful black friend?"
The boy rolled off Honore's thighs and lay on the ground
beside her, his slim hairless penis still erect and shiny.
The older woman reluctantly paused in her masturbation. The
young girl rushed up to the woman's breasts and wrapped her
slim arms around her. "Are you a friend of the great Honore?
I'm so honoured to meet you."
"Meet Gateau. She's a great enthusiast of my books. And
so too are her children, as you can see," said Honore,
wrapping her arms around the young boy.
"Ever since I'd first read Honore's books I've been a great
fan," enthused Gateau. "She has made my life and those of
my children so much richer. Ever since I read them to the
children in bed, we have avidly bought every single one of
her books. From The Nastiest Little Girl In School and The
Stink in Pooh Corner to The Sodomist's Nephew and Lord of
the Rims, we've enjoyed them all. They've provided us with
great inspiration and have brought us frequent orgasms of
delight. It was with Honore's stories in mind that I
introduced my children to the pleasures of their bodies and
have been inspired to relish them myself. And what greater
honour can there be for my two children to make love with
the great author? And look how wet the pleasure of that
honour has made me!"
She parted her legs and exhibited the trickle of viscous
liquid her masturbation had generated. "To see my
children giving pleasure to Honore is the greatest delight of
my life. It is a memory that will cream my knickers for many
years to come: even when my son's prick is full grown and his
fucks become more powerful." She locked an arm around her
daughter, and stroked the child's flat breast. "But don't
worry about me and my children. I am happy to be just a
spectator." She pulled her daughter's face to her own and
pushed her tongue deep inside her daughter's mouth. The
child responded eagerly and grasped her mother's nipple
with her small delicate fingers.
Honore stood up and wandered towards Kedi and
Innocence, her enormous breasts falling below her
waist and all but totally obscuring her cunt. "Oh!
Innocence! I've thought so much about you since I left
Congress. And you're such a success in your new career
now. Your films are very popular in Brook. But please.
Why are you wearing that swimsuit? It suits you. You know
that. Everything you wear suits you. But your true beauty
is in your nakedness - like your splendid black friend."
Honore's slim hands took the straps of Innocence's
swimming costume, and eased them off her shoulders. She
then pulled the lycra material down over her breasts,
off her crotch and to her ankles. Innocence's penis,
already aroused by Kedi's caresses, stood out proud and
erect. Gateau's daughter disengaged herself from her
mother, wandered over to Honore and Innocence, and admired
Innocence's penis. Kedi had become quite accustomed to it
now, and often forgot how very bizarre to most people was
the sight of such an appendage on the very feminine body of
such a beautiful woman. The child leaned out her hand and
touched it. She gasped a little when it twitched slightly
under her fingers.
"It's a lot bigger than my brother's!" She exclaimed. "And
it's probably even bigger than Daddy's. Can you fuck me
with it, please! I want it inside me!"
"Oh, Pussy!" rebuked Gateau. "Don't be impatient! I'm
sure Honore's friend will be quite happy to fuck you when
Honore's had her turn."
"But I want to be fucked by it!"
"Don't be greedy! Think how much more of an honour it
will be to be fucked by a woman who's just fucked the
great Honore. The juice of the great writer will intermingle
with her friend's sperm. What an honour!"
Indeed, it probably was, although it left Kedi rather
untouched. She had never felt any feelings of awe
towards anyone, however famous, and couldn't really
understand why others should. However, she and
Innocence were soon partaking in more sex, better in both
intensity and passion than she had originally expected, and
for that the hours of wandering about the beach were
justified. Gateau's son, her daughter, Honore and Innocence
surrounded her with a heaving sweating mass of sexual pleasure.
Two penises, one or another often in her mouth, arse or cunt;
two enormous breasts, whose fully erect nipples were very
nearly as big as the boy's erect penis; the tender and sweet
caresses of the small girl; and no respite. Her tongue and
fingers travelled widely amongst all the available flesh.
Sometimes hard, firm, tender and young. Sometimes soft,
gentle and resisting. Sometimes damp and sticky. But always
hot, sweaty and heaving, accompanied by small gasps, piercing
cries of ecstasy and so much of it.
Throughout all this activity, - Innocence's penis in her arse
or in that of the young boy; Honore's breasts on either side
of her face; the young girl's cautious and trembling
examination of the folds of her vagina - Kedi was
conscious of the absence of Gateau's caresses. The mother was
masturbating furiously, her hands sometimes fast and frequent
at the exercise of her clitoris, and her angular straight hair
wildly loose over her sweaty face. Occasionally, one of the
children would break off from the lovemaking to kiss or caress their mother, who
would reciprocate with as much passion as she showed for
her own body. But despite the mother's sexual appetite and
fondness for incest, she showed no desire or inclination to
be involved in the lovemaking of which Kedi was so much
a part. This was behaviour Kedi found utterly
incomprehensible. What pleasure could there be out of
merely watching? But, as Innocence commented later on
the basis of her own career of providing masturbatory
relief, for many people the pleasure came from the fantasy
not the fact. It might be that Gateau's passion for
Honore would be dissipated were it ever to actually be
achieved from anything less than a short distance.
"I do not understand that!" sniffed Kedi disapprovingly.
"Why not just enjoy it for what it is? No fantasy can
surely be better than the passion I share with you."
XXXI
In Which Innocence stays with Honore; Innocence is
recorded in the photographic media and Dodie returns to
the comforts of Innocence.
Honore hoisted up her huge breasts from underneath the
desk where she was working on her word processor and
rested their immense weight on the surface, relieving
herself of the strain of supporting them without assistance.
She glanced behind her at Innocence and Hyacinth, her
current belle, lying outstretched and naked, like herself, on
the sheets of the mattress. Hyacinth was another
prepubescent child, still smooth and hairless, and still
smarting from the bruises around her crotch where
Innocence had deflowered her the day before, sanctioned
by Honore and, as usual, with the parents' express
approval. Honore smiled. It gave her so much pleasure to
see the child enjoying the deep thrust of Innocence's
beautiful penis, so expert and so tender in the
penetration. She was enjoying Innocence's visit to her
seaside villa at Phallus-on-Sea, glad to provide her with the
respite she knew her unusually endowed lover needed from
the pressures of her film career.
She turned back to the word processor. She sighed deeply,
stroking her nipples as they stretched out far in front of her.
Her present project wasn't going too well. Her last
children's book had been a great success. The advance
sales were extremely gratifying and the reviews almost
universally good. The Water Sport Babies, a story about
young Tom, a young boy who was introduced to the
delights of urination fun by a young girl he met after
breaking into her house with the intent of stealing whatever
he could find. The two children ran off together and the
subsequent stories managed to incorporate a gallery of
characters, including the boy's father, two of his teachers
and several others who shared their appetite for pissing on
each other in addition to, and often instead of, other forms
of sexual play.
Her present book was more difficult. Honore's main
difficulty was in keeping the sexual activity and other
events acceptable to the intended rather young readership,
while her own less palatable obsessions became more
difficult to suppress in her work. Her present book, The
Purple Badge of Disgrace, was set in a society where
children and their parents habitually shaved off all their
hair, from their heads as well as their pubic regions, and
where clothes were totally unknown. The central character,
Lasagne, was a young girl of about twelve accustomed to
sucking her father's penis, making love to her mother and
her girlfriends from school, and had even once had anal
intercourse with one of her teachers as a reward for good
behaviour. In these regards she was no different to the
other children and adults of her country, the Cunt Federacy,
which sanctioned and indeed encouraged all such
perversions.
However, a couple of strangers join her school from
another country, where quite different ethical codes
prevailed. One is a boy of about fifteen and the other a girl
of about Lasagne's age, Paella, who wears her national
costume: a blouse, white socks, black shoes and an enormous
dildo. Her brother wears a dress and a lot of makeup.
Paella befriends Lasagne, and the two of them enjoy
normally permitted sex with each other: although Lasagne
becomes very curious of Paella's dildo which she never
removes, any more than her similarly attired mother ever
removes hers. However, while playing around they are
discovered by Paella's brother, Jerez, who gets excited
about Lasagne's body and proceeds to rape her. It was at
this point that Honore became aware that her book was
moving away from its normal bounds of respectability.
Rape was just something that never happened in children's
books. What was also troubling her was that her plans for
the rest of the book strayed even further along these
lines.
In the Cunt Federacy, virginity is a prized asset,
particularly as it was so relatively easy to lose. A girl's
virginity was traditionally reserved for her father, and then
at her thirteenth birthday or later. Paella and her family
were unaware of the strength of the taboo in the Cunt
Federacy and, after Jerez has deflowered Lasagne, despite
her protests, her cunt is then invaded by Paella's dildo,
Paella's mother's dildo and lastly Paella's father's prick. Her
cunt is a bloody, painful mess and she protests loudly and
tearfully. She eventually runs away, blood running down
the inside of her thin thighs, and tells her parents of her
ordeal. Her troubles aren't over yet. Her parents are furious
that she should lose her virginity so easily. Her father rapes
her. Then he takes her to a tattooist who etches a tattoo
of an erect penis on her face with globules of semen
spurting out of its purple glans and spread over her cheeks
and forehead.
Wearing this purple badge of disgrace, Lasagne then has a
very horrid time at school where she becomes the butt of
sexual bullying, unfair discrimination by her teachers and
is totally ignored by Paella and Jerez. She is nicknamed
Prickface. She is determined to leave school and the Cunt
Federacy for somewhere where she can have her accursed
tattoo removed and lead a normal life again. Honore knew
that as the story stood, there was virtually no chance that it
would be accepted by her normal readership and there was
a fair chance that it might never be published at all. Why
then was she still writing the book? Shouldn't she just
abandon it and write a children's book more like those she
normally wrote? What about her projected retelling of the
stories of Hans Christian Andersen with rather more sexual
intercourse than the original author had ever imagined? Or
her project of writing the story of a doctor who fucked all
sorts of animals and had won their eternal respect, and
eventually ended up fucking a prince who had a camel with
two pricks called the fuckmifuckyu?
She glanced back at Innocence and Hyacinth. The child
was resting in Innocence's arms, her eyes closed and a
thumb in her mouth. Innocence was looking down at the
child with an indulgent smile, so like her and so unlike the
dark passions that so easily stirred inside Honore. What
was the pleasure she got from watching Innocence fuck
Hyacinth? Was it the pleasure of seeing her current
girlfriend being penetrated by her lover and the hope that it
brought both of them great pleasure? Or, more sinisterly,
was it Honore indulging a rape fantasy, watching a young
girl with an immature vagina being penetrated until her
maidenhead split and the blood dribbled down her legs?
Did Honore get pleasure from seeing a child lose her
virginity in such a way? And by a freak like Innocence?
Honore blanched. She looked back at the words on the
screen. She scrolled it up several pages, reviewing the odd
sentence as it went by. She'd have to abandon this book.
She was sure of that. It was too adult for children and not
adult enough in stylistic terms for adults. Perhaps she
should start writing books for adults. Honore frowned. Her
previous attempts at that genre had not been marked by
great success. Her Stephen Fucker never quite achieved the
affect of describing a young man's discovery of his great
lovemaking skills in a way that expressed how very good
these skills were. Her Pricks and More Pricks never quite
built up a truly sympathetic view of her panoply of
characters beyond their possession of oversized penises.
Her Sex Professor was rather better at airing her views
about sex with children than developing the character of
the protagonist or the plot.
Oh well! sighed Honore, as she saved her manuscript to hard
disk and closed the file. She looked at the list of suggested
titles she had stored in her Work in Progress directory, and
selected Doctor Dildo, her idea of a book concerning an
amiable lover of animals. She'd start off by having the
good doctor fuck a parrot, she snarled to herself with a bit
of venom. She lifted the weight of her breasts off the
desk, and placed them underneath, very nearly resting on
the top of her thighs, and commenced by typing the first
letter in as large and exotic a font as she could find.
Honore ran a magazine for her young readership called 13,
ostensibly written by young fans of her literature that
included erotica featuring themselves and their sexual
fantasies, but in actual fact mostly written by Honore
and used principally to promote her books. The current
editor was supposedly young Delphinium, one of her
favourite child lovers, but her only real contribution
was to pose for the editorial photograph and to lend her
signature to the editorial articles Honore had written.
It was published every two months and featured short
stories, photographic cartoons with word-balloons and
several soft-core photographs of her several lovers and
children, who with the permission of their parents,
wanted them included.
Innocence's presence at her home in Phallus-On-Sea was
an opportunity Honore didn't want to miss. Innocence's
fame in erotic films had not quite spread as far as her target
readership, but she knew that photographs of her would
attract a wider readership than usual. So, instead of the
usual photographs of naked pop singers or actors, Honore
proposed to Innocence that she pose for the magazine and
appear on the front cover. Innocence hesitated at first.
However much she enjoyed making love to children, she
didn't really want this fact broadcast too widely in the fear
it might typecast her to a particular role she was happiest
accepting relatively infrequently.
"Don't worry!" said Honore with a smile. "13 isn't a
hardcore magazine at all. The nearest to sex I'd require is
an erect penis." She gripped Innocence's member in her
fingers and stroked it slightly. "I'm sure that that's
something you'd have no difficulty in supplying," she
added with wonder, as Innocence's penis swelled from the
attention.
Innocence nodded. "Yes, I'll do it! I'm sure it'll do me no
harm."
The photograph session took place several days later when
Honore had persuaded her usual photographer to come all the
way from his photographic studio in Brook to Honore's
seaside home. She also contacted little Delphinium, also in
Brook, who came along with her mother. Delphinium was
delighted on arrival to at last divest herself of the
unfamiliar oppression of clothes. Honore introduced Innocence
to the little girl, now more like fourteen than the thirteen
years of the magazine's title, and smiled as Delphinium
expressed wonderment at Innocence's prick.
"It's really nice. Nicer even than my Dad's!" she
exclaimed. "Ooh! I'd love to suck it! Do I get to suck it,
Honore?"
"No. Well, at least not for the camera. There are other
magazines for that kind of photograph. However, I'm
sure Innocence will allow you to suck it when we're not
filming, won't you?"
Innocence smiled. "I'd be glad to!"
The actual session took place on the beach not far from
Honore's home. It started with Delphinium getting her
wish to fellate Innocence while the photographer set up his
equipment and Honore and young Hyacinth sat together, their
arms around each other. Innocence soon achieved full erection,
which was not at all difficult given Delphinium's skill
at fellatio much enhanced by her compulsive reading of the
magazine for which she was nominal editor. The photographer
then requested Innocence to pose in several positions while
he clicked away excitedly, sometimes barking out particular
specific instructions: "Lower your hand and stroke it!"
"Fondle the balls, lovey!" "Put your finger up your arse.
Deeper! Ah, perfect!"
Honore enjoyed the shoot while Hyacinth and Delphinium
rolled together in the sand, re-acquainting themselves with
each other and preparing for their own later appearance in
the magazine. This came soon after Innocence reached full
climax with the photographer's urging and released a few
globules of semen onto the sand and onto her legs. Honore
was sure that this was one photograph that wouldn't be
included in 13, but might get used in promotional literature.
Innocence then sat down with Honore, her head between Honore's
enormous breasts, and watched as the photographer filmed
Hyacinth and Delphinium making love. Hyacinth's bottom
was raised above Delphinium's face, the little girl's tongue
exciting the smooth bare clitoris while Hyacinth
reciprocated with her tongue and fingers.
"Uugghh!" complained Hyacinth, at one point, raising her
head while the photographer continued snapping away.
"There's an awful lot of sand in this cunt!"
Honore smiled, stroking her massive nipples at arm's
length. "That's alright! We'll airbrush that out of the
photo."
"But it tastes horrid!" Hyacinth objected.
The next phase of the session was with Delphinium and
Innocence together, the famous penis once again erect and,
on Honore's insistence, Delphinium expressing rather more
interest in sucking and licking Innocence's breast and
mouth than her prick. She was allowed to hold it, however,
and she enjoyed Innocence's penis rubbing up and down
her bare belly, still slightly rounded by puppy-fat.
Honore, Delphinium and Innocence worked together on the
actual preparation of the magazine. Innocence was to be on
the front cover, her penis erect and a slight trace of semen
on her glans, with an inset photograph of Delphinium
together with Innocence. Above Innocence were the magazine's
title and the headings of the various articles inside: My
First Tampon. Finding the Right Sized Dildo. Latest Honore
L'Oeuf Book - Review.
Inside the magazine was Delphinium's editorial, with a
picture of the editor together with Innocence, and a series
of short paragraphs written by Honore in a deliberately
childish style, much punctuated by exclamation marks and
capital letters, which raved about what a great actress
Innocence was, how lucky she was to be blessed with such
a wonderful willy, and one with so much functionality, and
made discreet reference to Honore's latest book. This was
called The Semen Swallowers and the Amazons and was
about some children who discovered a secret island
where they could play sex games together without fear of
their parents finding out.
The magazine featured mostly articles about Honore's
books and those of other writers, such as Cheval Blanc,
who wrote similar children's fiction. The photographs of
Innocence, both alone and with Delphinium, dominated the
rest of the magazine, interspersed with a short story,
supposedly based on the nominal editor's own sexual
experiences, featuring photographs of her with Hyacinth.
What Honore didn't want to let Delphinium know, but
knew would soon be apparent, was that as the child
was getting older, it would soon be necessary to find
another nominal editor and retire Delphinium off. Her
intention was to replace her with Hyacinth, but it was
necessary to make the transition as painless as possible,
and in the process find a role for Delphinium to play that
would in some way compensate. However, it wouldn't be
too long until Delphinium's nascent pubic hair became
more difficult to remove and her body lost the childish
proportions that made her so suitable. As Honore had no
intention of publishing magazines for an older, teenage,
readership, the best roles would probably be provided by
publications more impressed by her fellatio and intercourse
skills than by her extreme youth.
Honore was sitting down on the sofa of her living room
admiring the naked beauty of her latest young lover,
darling Lupin, who had only a few moments ago been
introduced to her by her mother who was very keen, as so
many mothers were, on her daughter being initiated in
love by the great writer. She had left her study where she
was working on her latest project about a wooden puppet
called Pricchio, who had a permanently erect wooden
penis, but desired more than anything to have a real penis
which would occasionally go limp and could produce
semen and piss just like any normal boy's. She hadn't got
very far with the book, and had already contemplated, and
dismissed, the idea that the boy's father should have sex
with him, but amongst the characters she imagined for
the boy's adventures were several animals and plenty of
opportunity for bestial love.
Her thoughts at the moment were far away from her work
and how the boy could have sex with an insect. They were
concentrated on Lupin's slim figure. The girl's flat chest
and bare vagina enflamed the lust within her enormous
bosom. She speculated on the fun they would have
together, her tongue around the smoothness of the girl's
cunt, while Lupin squeezed and massaged her massive
breasts. Then would come the opportunity she so relished
of inviting Innocence to partake in the lovemaking. She
imagined that familiar expression of wonderment and slight
fear as Lupin regarded Innocence's erect penis, knowing that
soon it would be thrusting between her legs, bringing forth
that familiar trickle of blood as once again Innocence
penetrated a girl's pristine hymen. She licked her tongue
around her lips and opened her arms to summon the girl
towards her.
It was at that moment, that Honore was interrupted by the
doorbell. Who could that be? Honore asked herself
irritably. It certainly wasn't a welcome interruption, but she
knew that eventually one of her young lovers would answer
the door. Sure enough, she heard the scamper of little feet
as Moss, a young boy of twelve, ran down the staircase and
dashed towards the door. Honore hesitated a bit. She didn't
want to be too preoccupied if the visitor was for her. She
cursed as Moss ran naked into the living room, his little
penis flapping up and down as he ran.
"It's a woman. She says she's a friend of Innocence's. Shall
I let her in?"
A friend of Innocence?
Honore stood up irritated. "I'll see who she is," she announced.
She wandered over to Lupin, whose long hair was tied into plaits
that came down over her shoulders to below her deliciously
smooth nipples. "Don't worry, sweetheart, I'll be back soon. I'm
sure Moss will keep you company."
She walked over to the front door, her massive breasts
drooping below her waist, but looking from behind remarkably
slender for a woman of such assets. The woman waiting by the door
was just a couple of years older than Innocence, with very short
dark hair, a denim jacket fastened over a slim chest and the pubic
hair between her slim legs uncultivated and luxurious. Honore
shuddered slightly. She had never been attracted to so much hair
on a woman's cunt, and the folds and creases of a well worn
adult vagina didn't attract her nearly as much as the smooth
contours of a child's.
"You say you're a friend of Innocence's?"
"Not just any friend," the girl announced proudly. "I'm
Dodie. Innocence's lover from Congress."
"Dodie? Yes, Innocence has mentioned you. Have you
come to stay?"
"Yes, if I may. Innocence said I could. It's been ages since
she left for Phallus-On-Sea. It's almost as if we've not been
lovers at all!"
"Perhaps so," mused Honore, who associated Innocence
more with Twelve, Leon and Kedi than this strange hairy-
cunted girl. More than these other lovers, she also now had
quite a strong case for Innocence's affection herself, as
they shared the same bed and the same children almost every
night. She nodded. "You better come in, then."
Dodie wandered in and looked about the house. "It's
wonderful here!" she exclaimed. "I can see why Innocence
has been reluctant to return home. She's told me all about
you and your books. Are you writing one at the moment?"
"I'm always writing one," sniffed Honore.
Dodie glanced at the sitting room where Moss and Lupin
were chatting together. "Innocence also told me about your
lovers. Those are two of them there, aren't they?"
Honore nodded. "I don't know where Innocence is," she
said, not wanting Dodie's lascivious eyes to rest too long
on sweet little Lupin. "She's probably on the beach. Do you
want to wait for her in the garden?"
"Yeah. I'll do that. Where is it?"
Honore led Dodie along to the garden, after the girl had
removed her jacket but kept on the brief sleeveless tee-
shirt, which, except for a pair of espadrilles, was all she
wore. The garden led down to the sea-front which could be
seen over the wall. Hyacinth and Delphinium were playing sex
games together on the grass, the head of one buried between
the thighs of the other. As Honore wandered back to Lupin, she
knew that a change had now taken place with regard to her
relationship with Innocence. No longer could she claim any
primacy in their lovemaking and she doubted whether Innocence
would even contemplate making love with Lupin.
It was quite late in the evening when Honore next saw
Innocence, who was now with the naked Dodie, their arms
around each other and their faces wreathed in happy
smiles. It was evident to Honore that the two had been
fucking, as there was an unmistakeable glistening on
Innocence's penis and Dodie's pubic hair was wet with semen.
Honore was intent on Lupin, who had explored almost every
part of her massive breasts. She had stroked her tiny cunt
on the enormous nipples, allowing it to penetrate its widened
opening, stretched apart by her tiny fingers. She had allowed
the girl to nibble her clitoris and pubic hair with her sharp
little teeth. She examined Innocence, whose penis was still
slightly tumescent, while Dodie grasped it lovingly in her
hand. She raised her eyebrows in silent query.
It was Dodie who spoke for Innocence.
"You mustn't let me stop you enjoying yourself with Honore
and her little virgin friend. Go ahead and have a good fuck!"
Innocence's face took on a pained expression. "What about
you, Dodie? What will you do?"
"I imagine I'll be joining you," Dodie said with a smile.
"I've always rather fancied little girls myself. And my life
won't be complete without experiencing the pleasure of
Honore's breasts."
Honore supported her monstrous paps in her hands, while
Lupin continued to stroke her clitoris with her fingers. She
couldn't very well refuse to extend her hospitality, although
a meanness in her wanted to keep her love-life within the
comfortable parameters she had become accustomed to.
She studied Innocence's face in the hope that there was
something about it that said she needn't be so generous, but
it was clear to her that Innocence's affection for Dodie was
as unfeigned as Dodie's for her. Oh well! she sighed to
herself.
"Yes, come over here. Both of you! Meet Lupin. I've told
her all about you, Innocence. She's been dying to get better
acquainted."
XXXII
In Which Honore learns about the relationship between
Purity and Innocence; a film is made illustrating
Innocence's virtues; and Honore is introduced to Leon.
Honore was struggling with the composition of her
Adventures of Priccho, in which she'd now managed to
get her hero to a Land of Naughty Boys, where he was
having sex with a number of boys and admired how large
their penises were, in many cases more than eighteen
inches long, not knowing that this was merely the first
stage of a transformation which would turn them into
donkeys, or asses as she'd chosen to refer to them.
Pricchio's erect penis was also growing much longer,
which it normally did whenever he was lying, but in this
case was also getting mysteriously hairy. While repeating
to herself certain sentences to see how they sounded, she
heard the odd sound of shrieks and cries coming fast and
rhythmically from across her mansion. It was probably just
Dodie and Innocence indulging in their marathon love
sessions, Honore mused, but the sounds continued on and
on, and it became impossible for Honore to concentrate on
her story. Let's see what's going on? she said to herself,
easing her enormous breasts out from under the desk where
they'd been resting on her knees and standing up.
She wandered into the hallway where the shrieking and
gasping was particularly loud. There was also the familiar
slap slap as Innocence presumably thrust in and out of a
welcome cunt. Honore sighed. Although she still enjoyed
occasional sex with Innocence, ever since Dodie
appeared it had become much less frequent. She mostly spent
her nights with the company of Lupin, Hyacinth or Moss, who,
however attractive they were, didn't have the sexual skills
or facilities Innocence had in such abundance. Honore eased
herself up the staircase, her breasts pulling her forward
and walking rigidly to maintain her posture.
When she got to the landing, there was a pause in the
orgasmic cries, so Honore had to explore to find their
original source. She put her head around Lupin's door, and
got something of a shock as she realised that the source of
the cries could not have been Dodie. She was embracing
Lupin by the legs, lapping away at her tiny cunt, while the
little girl's tongue and fingers explored the hairy warmth
offered between Dodie's legs. Honore stood back to be
sure. It was definitely Dodie. No one else had such a hairy
cunt. What could anyone see in such hirsuteness? she
wondered.
She proceeded to Innocence's bedroom where the cries of
ecstasy were renewed and once again there came the
insistent slap of flesh against flesh. Innocence was upright
on her knees, her buttocks thrusting backwards and
forwards, and her hands supporting herself on the waist of
a black figure who was stretched forward resting herself on
her elbows, her buttocks raised invitingly into the air as
Innocence pounded away at her anus. At first, Honore
assumed that the girl must be Kedi who occasionally
visited the house, although she normally introduced herself
to Honore before indulging in sex. However, the girl
turned her head round and Honore could see for sure that it
wasn't Kedi, whoever else it might be. The skin was just as
black, but her face was rounder, her lips were fuller,
and although she was slim, she didn't quite have Kedi's
slenderness or tallness. She was naked except for a
pair of plimsolls and her hair was totally shaved. Like
Dodie, however, she didn't shave her cunt, the hairs of
which spread from the front to entangle in Innocence's own
fair pubic hairs as she thrust away.
Honore hovered, naked as always, not sure what to do or
say, but the girl noticed her and gasped slightly. She froze,
her buttocks still squeezing tight on Innocence's prick,
staring not only at Honore's face but at her monstrous
breasts. Innocence didn't immediately stop, but she
gradually recognised the lack of reciprocity in her thrusts,
and turned her head. On seeing Honore, she gradually
removed her penis from inside the black girl, and,
wrapping her arm round her, she looked at Honore with a
smile still slightly silly from her fucking.
"This is Purity, Honore. She's an old schoolfriend of mine.
She was visiting Phallus, and I met her in town. So I
invited her back. Purity. This is Honore L'Oeuf. She owns
the house."
Purity disengaged herself from Innocence's grasp and smiled
at Honore. "Hello. I've heard so much about you. Your books.
And your breasts. They really are marvellous."
Honore nodded. Another one of Innocence's lovers! How
many more were there? "I'm pleased to meet you, Purity. I
hope you enjoy your visit to Phallus-on-Sea."
"I'm not staying long. I've got business elsewhere. But I
was delighted to meet Innocence again. It's been so long!"
Honore sat on the bed next to Innocence and Purity. She
reached a hand out to touch Purity's flesh and was pleased
as Purity responded by stretching a hand out to stroke
Honore's breasts. She took a nipple in her black fingers and
marvelled as it grew as large as a young boy's penis.
"They are real, aren't they?" Purity asked in wonderment.
"They aren't the result of plastic surgery?"
Honore had been asked that question many times before.
"They're definitely real. As real as Innocence's prick. When
I was young they just grew and grew. They just didn't stop.
I soon had to accept that I had a body unlike any other."
"They must cause you a few problems, though?"
"I get backache sometimes, and it's pretty difficult finding
anything flattering to wear. That's why I prefer not to wear
anything at all!"
"I can understand that!" said Purity, lowering her mouth to
Honore's enormous nipples and taking one between her
lips, supporting and caressing the bosom with her fingers.
Innocence bent over and, holding one nipple in her fingers,
pushed her mouth into Honore's. Honore leaned slowly
back, allowing the two lovers to immerse her in their
caresses, which engulfed her cunt, lubricating her skin with
their saliva and eventually brought her to cries of ecstasy
quite as loud and raucous as any she'd ever had before.
Her passionate yells inevitably attracted attention from
Dodie and Lupin who wandered into the bedroom and
watched, their arms around one another, as Purity's mouth
pulled, licked and pumped at Innocence's erect penis, while
Honore's mouth explored the black and brown folds of
skin around Purity's vagina and her cunt was penetrated by
nearly all of Innocence's fist. Lupin crawled over the bed
sheets, and sat, cross-legged, just by Honore's mouth, her
hairless vagina still moist and a quizzical smile on her
face. Dodie crawled up after her, putting her arms
around the child's shoulders and squeezing her close to the
nipples that stood out on her nearly flat chest. The
threesome soon became a fivesome, vaginal juices flowed
with Innocence's semen which was spread with characteristic
carelessness over the faces, thighs, breasts and buttocks
of everyone, including Lupin, who expressed her new-found
enthusiasm for semen by taking Innocence's erect penis in
her mouth and not letting go until she had taken mouthful
after mouthful of sperm which spilt over her lips and
onto her chin.
Honore rested on her back as Innocence's penis regained its
erectness and plunged deep into the welcoming sea of juice
that welled from inside Honore's cunt, Lupin's mouth still
tasting very much of the semen she'd tasted and mostly
swallowed, and Purity's tongue assisting Innocence's
erection and her fingers still caressing Honore's nipples.
Honore could just glimpse Dodie who was similarly engaged
on Purity's body and the smooth unstretched beauty of
Lupin's vagina. Honore reflected that what she'd lost in
her jealous possession of Innocence's body since her
former lovers had arrived, she'd more than gained in
quantity, not only in partners, but, as her body
erupted with more waves and shudders, also in orgasms.
Honore got rather used to having Innocence around and she
didn't relish the idea of her leaving. She knew that
eventually she'd have to, as she'd need to earn
more money in her profession in fuck films. It was
principally to prolong her stay that she started writing a
film script deliberately designed to star Innocence, but
made as always for the children's market in which she
specialised. She provisionally entitled it The Famous Five
Get Fucked. The general story line involved the sexual
adventures of five children, who included two boys who'd
featured in earlier films, and Hyacinth, Lupin and Moss
who by virtue of their residency couldn't very well be
excluded. In the film, the five children would gradually
become aware of the presence of a character played by
Innocence in their village, who as they got to know her
better was revealed to be very unusually endowed.
When the script was finished, she arranged the production
through her own film company which she occasionally
pulled into being whenever appropriate. She only made one
film every other year and they were mostly adaptations of
her own books. They included The Sex Garden, which was
about a spoilt girl, a boy with a very long penis and
another boy with a penis that just stubbornly refuses to
get erect. They gradually get to know each other better
and have sex together in a derelict garden where their
parents aren't able to find them. The climax of the
story is when the boy with the limp penis finally achieves
an erection and has sex with the other two characters.
Another was called The Cottage Children and was about four
children who have sex with a man who they belatedly
discover is their father and finishes with them all having
sex with their mother played by a rather younger Honore.
Permission was eventually granted by the local council of
Phallus-on-Sea for filming to take place on the beach,
where Honore knew they'd inevitably attract a crowd of
curious onlookers. She employed the director she used on
her last film, The Sex Life of Aladdin.
Honore practised her lines with Dodie, who played a very
minor part as a girlfriend of the children's mother, played by
an actress, Geranium, who'd played the same part in previous
films. Dodie's role was fairly brief, but appeared early on in
the film, with the five children watching and admiring as she
and Geranium caressed each other around the breakfast table,
with Dodie eventually inserting various long thin vegetables
such as cucumbers, carrots and bananas into the mother's ever-
welcoming vagina.
Innocence's role actually involved relatively little sex.
Honore knew better than to squander her star's assets too
early in the film. She was viewed mostly from a distance:
the fact of her penis being revealed bit by bit to the Famous
Five on seeing her piss, masturbate in a field and having a
bath. Most of the time she wore a plain white blouse and
grey skirt, her shoulder-length hair tied into demure plaits.
She was meant to represent a young governess on holiday in
the fictional holiday resort, whose beauty was what initially
fascinated the five children. Much early conversation was
between the children as they rested from sex sessions
with each other, as they speculated on what it would be like
to fuck her, little knowing that it was they who'd mostly be
the recipient of the fucking.
Innocence's character was also shown to develop interest in
the children, watching them at play while masturbating. In
one scene, the five children were shown with the three boys
fucking each other and the girls on the beach amongst
sandcastles, buckets and spades. Hyacinth had Thistle's
penis in her mouth, while he was being penetrated by Moss,
and Lupin was on her front, buried in the sand, while
Toadstool pushed into her. This last boy had featured in
Honore's earlier film as being especially well-endowed,
and this trait was even more true now. Honore was delighted
that she was able to film a trickle of semen-stained blood
emerge from Hyacinth's so recently damaged vagina and
trail down her thigh to her knee. It was these little touches
she particularly enjoyed. Innocence was filmed hiding behind
a sand dune, her skirt pulled up, her knickers pushed down
and her penis erect and glistening as she pummelled it into
life. One of the children, Thistle, notices Innocence and
tells the others. She is then filmed scampering away,
pulling up her knickers as she runs.
The final scene was filmed in a cave not far from Phallus-
on-Sea, but only accessible by sea, where the five go and
by chance meet the character played by Innocence, who is
masturbating mournfully, with her skirt and knickers
discarded and her hands buried under her blouse and bra.
She is surprised by them, but it is no surprise that their
encounter develops into a sex scene in which she fucks the
three boys and the two girls.
The film was relatively short, as Honore's films had to be,
less than fifty minutes in fact, and the sex scenes were kept
relatively brief, featuring rather less of the mechanics of
fucking than their commencement and the highlights. This
was in keeping with the expectations of Honore's audience,
who were easily bored by too much fucking, and wanted
rather more story. Many of the shots were in close-up,
particularly of Innocence's penis and the two girl's vaginas,
and some of the shots, such as those featuring anal
intercourse, fisting and reaming would probably be edited
into non-existence or at best ambiguity. Honore had to
worry about the sensitivities of the parents of the children,
who would no doubt be watching the film with them,
perhaps as a prelude to having sex. Although few objected
to the sexual content of her films, nor indeed of her books,
they might worry about the unrealistic expectations that
would be raised and maybe even concerned that their children
would try and imitate what they saw with their friends.
With this in mind, all her films ended with disclaimers and
such advice as 'Anal Intercourse may be fun, but it may also
be painful', 'Don't try any of these sexual activities with
Strangers' and 'Always use protection against Diseases and
Pregnancy'. Honore didn't know whether the children ever
took heed of these warnings, but it was clearly the minimum
she could do to deflect criticism from those who thought it
wrong that films should be made at all that featured children
wanting and enjoying sex with each other or, more
controversially, with adults. She had long ago began a
policy of declining any interview on television or radio
where she wasn't sure of sympathetic treatment or where
there might be someone with negative opinions about the
nature of her life's work.
After each day's filming, she rewarded her child stars
with time in her boudoir where she chatted to them while
stimulating their genitals and comforted their concerns
about what they were doing. Lupin, for instance, was
beginning to feel uncomfortable about having sex with so
many different people. She thought at first that she'd
only be making love with Honore, but she found she had
rather more with other people. She was particularly upset
about Toadstool who persisted in trying to penetrate her
arse, which she found very unpleasant. She enjoyed her
sessions with Dodie, however, and was rather disgruntled
as she became aware that Dodie shared her amongst all
the other residents in Honore's home and that nobody
took primacy in her affection over Innocence. It
was sometimes quite difficult, Honore reflected as Lupin
lay on her lap like a baby, her mouth around Honore's
massive nipple. Children had so much learn and they
learnt too much too soon. Especially, that was, when
they'd been entrusted into Honore's care.
Honore had to find a distributor for The Famous Five Get
Fucked and because of Innocence's assets she decided on
Fuck Flicks, which she knew specialised in women with
pricks (or at least transsexuals). It was for that reason
she invited Leon LeGrand to visit. When Leon arrived, he
was dressed in a tee-shirt and very baggy oriental
trousers, but seeing Honore was naked, as she almost
always was, he asked if he could take his own clothes off.
"I find them very uncomfortable," he explained with a
smile, looking at Honore's enormous breasts. Honore had
no difficulty in agreeing, as her own peculiar endowments
meant she shared much the same discomfort. As he
discarded his clothes, she felt a frisson of desire as she
regarded a penis perfectly well-proportioned for its
dimensions, already larger than most penises when limp,
but bulging out with similarly proportioned testicles.
"Let's have a look at the film," he announced. "I was
particularly attracted to it when you told me Innocence is
starring in it. She's been in several of my films in the
past. In fact, my interest in her goes back further than
that. We were once lovers, as you know."
"Another one!" sniffed Honore. "I'll call the others and
we'll watch in my private film studio."
Innocence, Dodie, Hyacinth and Moss joined Leon and
Honore in the small auditorium. Lupin had left the
mansion: she'd felt she'd learnt enough and was eager to
return home to the caresses of her mother. Honore set up
the film, and watched the naked Leon masturbate as the
film rolled on. Leon explained that it was only by
masturbation he could really judge how good the film was.
Honore smiled indulgently, quite happy to watch as his
fingers gently stroked the impressive length of his penis.
She offered to assist him, but he gently declined. It
wouldn't do to bias his assessment of the film.
As the film ran, his penis grew and grew. The glans alone
was larger than most penises (particularly those of the
children Honore was most familiar with) and was larger
even than her own nipples. The veins bulged out and the
whole thing shuddered and shook as it pulsed with
excitement. Leon's hairy hands could barely encompass the
monster in their fingers and his balls were as hard and
firm as rocks. He appreciatedthe relative brevity of the
fuck scenes, but Honore could see he was particularly
excited when Innocence appeared on the screen, masturbating
and spreading her semen over the sand. In the final scene
when the children and she were filmed fucking in the cave,
his penis finally erupted into torrent after torrent of
semen which flew in globules into the air, tangled in the
thick hair of his legs and left visible stains on the carpet.
He emitted more and more of the stuff, as Innocence
fucked Thistle and then Lupin, and gave an audible sigh of
joy as Toadstool penetrated Innocence from behind with
Moss plunging his smaller penis into the taut young
buttocks.
When the film finished, Leon was quite overwhelmed. "I'll
take it! I must have it! I especially like the way the
fuck scenes don't last very long. That's a feature of
children's sex films, isn't it?"
Honore nodded. "We've even had to edit some films to
attract our audience. Children soon get bored of it. More
than three minutes at a time, and they're using the fast-
forward button on their consoles."
"Shorter concentration span, I suppose. Not that that will
dissuade too many of the adult fan club Innocence is
amassing from seeing the film or buying the video. I'm
very impressed. The story line was rather more developed
than most of our product, but I see that as a plus rather
than a minus." He glanced back at Innocence, who was
sitting just behind him with Dodie wrapped around her and
who had spent most of the film indulging in kissing and
foreplay. "You're certainly coming on a bit, Innocence
sweetest. This is probably your best acting role for Fuck
Films yet."
Innocence nodded. "Thank you. I'm sure it helped that the
script was written by Honore."
"That's true. Nobody writes better sex for children than
you, Honore. You have genuine enthusiasm for the genre,
improved no doubt by your extensive experience."
Honore smiled. "I fuck what I like and I like what I fuck.
And I know who to fuck and I fuck who I know."
Afterwards, the six of them congregated in the living room,
where Innocence soon reasserted her affection for Leon by
penetrating her penis into his lubricated anus. She gripped
onto his enormous member with both hands but was barely able
to encircle it with her fingers. Honore watched while
Moss readied her cunt as best he could, and Dodie and
Hyacinth assisted with their tongues and fingers. Their
efforts, however gratifying, didn't satisfy Honore's yearning
for Leon's prick which Innocence was soon licking and
caressing, but only able to get the smallest part of it
into her wide open mouth.
Innocence left Leon's penis to Moss and Dodie who masturbated
it with their tongues and fingers, while she plunged into
Honore's cunt, forcing it wider with her own fingers, along
with those of Hyacinth, trying to force it open as much as
was humanly possible. Even with the additional lubrication
provided when Innocence released her semen inside her cunt
(and dribbled down Hyacinth's little fist), Honore was
still not sure that it was ready for the punishment she'd
promised it.
Soon, however, it was as ready as it could ever be, oozing
with juice and semen, red and swollen, her clitoris hard,
her sweating nipples as erect as Moss's penis which was
thrusting into Leon's arse.
"Now! Now!" she implored.
Leon wandered over, his penis fully erect, and swaying
above her face. "Are you sure?"
"Don't talk! Just do it!"
Leon gently spread Honore's legs, while her other lovers
gathered around to give her encouragements, caresses
and kisses, and placed his penis on the entrance to her cunt.
Then gradually and slowly he inserted his monstrous penis
into the hole. As it began to enter, it felt like it did
whenever Dodie or Innocence inserted their fists into her. It
was the same size and hardness as a fist, but Honore saw
with alarm that it had barely entered. Only the glans was
inside her and it was already painful! Leon's thrusts
became steadily more rhythmic and insistent as more and
more of it sank in. Honore yelled with ecstasy, regarding
the hairy man above her. She writhed and wriggled with
passion.
The thrusts got harder and harder, and with each thrust the
penis went in deeper and deeper. The pain of entry was
beginning to overwhelm the feeling of passion. Part of
her screamed out "Go on! Go on! Deeper! Deeper! Faster!
Faster!" Another part, still silent, was saying "Stop!" The
other part gradually became more insistent. The pleasure
receded rapidly and painfully. She felt like she was being
impaled, torn apart and ripped like paper. Her yells
of pleasure were replaced by the loud cries of
"Stop! Stop! For God's sake, stop!"
Instantly, the thrusts stopped. Leon withdrew his penis,
which spilt massive globule after globule of semen onto
Honore's chest and all down her thighs and stomach.
Honore shook from side to side in pain, aware that
amongst all the semen and vaginal juice was a flow of
blood from inside her that just wouldn't stop. She looked
up at Leon through eyes squeezed together against the
internal agony. His body sshimmered in her state of near
unconsciousness, his penis still immense but gradually
losing its immensity with little twitches.
He looked at her sadly.
"It's always like this!" He mourned. "Every time. It's
always the same. There's only one cunt in the world that
can accommodate me!"
XXXIII
In Which Blanche returns to Innocence; consideration is
given on the sole pleasures of her virtues; and Dodie
learns more about Blanche.
Blanche didn't often visit Congress and when she did she
always hated the restrictions of wearing clothes, which on
a body as plump as hers was rarely as flattering as total
nudity would be. It was not something she could avoid for
too long as it was occasionally necessary her suppliers to
restock her bookshop in Brook. Running a business entails
considerable sacrifices. Her body was stifled within the
single white dress of thin material through which could be
glimpsed the darkness around her nipples and crotch. Blanche
envied those slim women who were able to get away with much
less than her. She admired the girls walking by, often
topless with very short hair. Her own preference was for
much longer hair, but she had no influence on fashion which
now dictated a very short haircut, sometimes shaved into a
tonsure or with strange patterns razored into the stubble.
She adored looking at the girls' bodies which were
somehow more sexy for wearing clothing, than for being
utterly naked, but this reflected more on the fact she was
far more accustomed to nudity. She was still sore from a
meeting with a supplier where as usual her bargaining power
was leveraged by the offer of sex, which, although less
than normally enjoyable, had at least resulted in a
substantial discount and a better working relationship.
Nevertheless, her thoughts as she observed the girls walking
by, their buttocks twitching as they passed and their
breasts either bared or enhanced by what little they did
wear, awakened her lust. If only she could just pluck one of
them from the street, take her back to her hotel room and
enjoy the full bounty of their flesh. She could imagine their
full lips against her cunt or her nipples, the teeth nibbling
away and her back arching with spasms of ecstasy pulsing
through her body. Unlikely, she reasoned, although she
might be fortunate enough to meet someone that evening in
the hotel bar who could see the attractions of the larger
woman and, be they male or female, provide her with the
lovemaking she yearned for.
One girl particularly caught Blanche's eye in a department
store. She was looking though a selection of bed-linen
and holding the sheets up to the light. She was topless,
with baggy khaki shorts and blonde hair onto her shoulders.
Her skin was tanned gold and Blanche reasoned from her ease
with her body that she was a girl who'd spent much of her
life in the nude. There would be no trace of the white
patches around the crotch which so distinguished tourists
in Brook. The girl put down the bed linen and turned to
examine some ethnic lampshades. It was then that Blanche
recognised her as Innocence who she'd not seen for such
a very long time.
"Innocence, sweetheart," Blanche simpered, approaching
her and smiling. "I didn't know you lived in Congress."
Innocence turned around, and grinned broadly. "Hello.
What are you doing here?"
"Oh, business. That's all," Blanche replied. "How's
Chastity? The last I heard, you were both living together in
Labia."
Innocence seemed a little discomfited by this reference. "I
haven't seen Chastity for a long time. I don't know where
she's living now."
"Is she still a student?"
"I don't know. I don't think so. I have a flat in Congress
now with my girlfriend, Dodie. Do you want to come and
see it?"
"Why, I'd love to!" exclaimed Blanche, her crotch already
tingling. She hadn't forgotten Innocence's peculiar
attractions. She was even more impressed when she arrived
at Innocence's flat, which was much larger than she expected.
She knew how expensive property was in Congress, and to have
one so spacious in such a well-appointed area, and so
opulently furnished, was a testament to wealth.
"Is Dodie some kind of heiress?" she asked.
"No," laughed Innocence. "No! She hardly earns anything.
She does all sorts of things, but I don't think any of them
make her make very much money."
"Then, how can you afford all this? Have you inherited
some money?"
"Not at all! Didn't you know? I'm a film star. It's all my
money."
"Film star? I haven't seen any of your films."
"It's a specialised market," Innocence explained, indicating
a poster on the wall which showed her making love to a
man and a very young-looking girl, her penis in the girl's
anus while the man's prick was engaged in the vagina. "I
take it you don't watch these kind of films."
Blanche shook her head. "I prefer reading about it.
Somehow the imagination is so much sexier than the
real thing."
She wandered towards Innocence, who looked so beautiful
framed against the light coming through the windows, her
slender figure silhouetted and her breasts full and firm.
Blanche so wanted to touch them. Innocence could see this
and smiled welcomingly.
"You must feel very strange in the city wearing so many
clothes. Take them off if you like, just as you did when you
stayed with me and my family."
"Can I?" asked Blanche, gratefully easing the dress off her
round shoulders, letting the full roundness and softness of
her flesh once again shiver in the slight coolness of the air.
She stood naked facing Innocence, glancing down at
Innocence's shorts which she knew contained so much
unexpected beauty and potency. Innocence followed her
glance and then with a smile and no words, eased the
shorts down revealing a tumescent penis which began to swell
and throb as soon as it felt the afternoon air. It jerked
excitedly as pulsing courses of blood pumped into it.
"Oh! It's so beautiful!" gasped Blanche, dropping on her
knees in front of Innocence and taking the length of it
into her mouth. She opened her mouth as wide as she could
and let the penis slide over her tongue, past her tonsils
and into the constrictions of her throat. She grasped
Innocence by the buttocks, which undulated with their own
rhythm pushing again and again at Blanche's throat.
Blanche's cunt dribbled with anticipation, which she
chose to ignore until it was truly ready.
And then, when she felt she could hold it back no longer,
with both her tubby fingers and Innocence's much
slenderer ones pushing deeper and deeper through the
smooth folds of flesh, stimulating her cunt and arse into
dripping agony. And then, gasping from the passion
shuddering through the mass of white flesh that jiggled
with the penis's persistent thrusts into her mouth, she
lovingly withdrew it and transferred it to her cunt which
swallowed it whole with ease and a little squelch. She lay
back while watching Innocence on top of her thrust in
and out, now so much more expert than when they'd first
made love, her beautiful firm breasts arching above her and
her penis thrusting deeper and deeper into her, propelling
her into orgasm after orgasm, forcing out gasps of pleasure
that reverberated about the flat.
She could feel that Innocence was about to come. "In the
mouth! The mouth!" She cried urgently. She loved the taste
of semen and it was a long time since she'd tasted
Innocence's. Her beautiful lover obliged, reluctantly
withdrawing her prick and placing its twitching stiffness
inside Blanche's mouth, from which emerged a slightly
diluted mixture of semen and saliva which she tasted,
swallowed some and allowed the rest to dribble down her
cheek and in globules onto the upper reaches of her
mountainous breasts. Innocence pulled out her
shrivelled penis while Blanche smiled.
"This is certainly better than reading about it!" she
admitted. "Sometimes the imagination just isn't
everything!"
Blanche stayed for a few days in Innocence's flat in the
bedroom once occupied by Algebra. As she lay beneath the
sheets she could hear giggling and sniggering from the
room next to her. That must be Dodie with Innocence,
Blanche mused. She didn't know what to make of the young
girl whose attitudes and lifestyle were so different from
her own, and quite different again from Innocence's. She
wondered what was that brought the two together. Whatever
it was, the passion of their love-life wasn't feigned. She
let a pudgy hand wander along the length of her thighs,
while caressing her nipples with her other hand. The sounds
emerging from the other room began to change in character.
The giggling and teasing was replaced by heavier breathing
and a slow but rhythmic thud thud on the mattress.
Blanche's hands lowered down the bed, impulsively
throwing aside the restrictions of the duvet covering her so
she could feel the night air against her naked skin. Her
fingers trailed over the round contours of her stomach
and then, finding the moist and welcoming entrance to her
cunt under the folds and dimples of her flesh, she eased her
fingers in, deeper and deeper, twigging her swollen vagina,
easing back the fleshy lips and squeezing in first one and
then two of her pudgy fingers. From the room next door, the
rhythm of Innocence's and Dodie's lovemaking had become
faster, more violent, more insistent. The bed rocked back
and forth, the back of the mattress occasionally thumping
against the wall, a high shrill cry emitted in spasms of
ecstasy. Blanche's cunt became juicier and more liquid as
she envisaged each of Innocence's thrusts as her beautiful
penis pushed again and again at Dodie's hairy cunt, between
those angular legs, those child-like knees, those fatfree
thighs and that bony arse pushed again and again onto the
mattress.
Perhaps, Blanche wondered, two hands now pummelling
her cunt, Dodie was being penetrated in the arse. There
was certainly an urgency and passion in her cries now that
made it very likely to Blanche that she was. She could
imagine her, arse in the air, while Innocence gripped her
around the waist, her knees between Dodie's thighs, her
penis pushing into the still hairy but much more puckered
hole at the rear. Blanche allowed a finger to wander to
her rear, using the vaginal juices to lubricate its entrance,
and two and then three fingers, arching up as much as
her bulk allowed her to push her fingers against the ones
pushing in from the front.
Dodie and Innocence were shrieking now. Cries which
would have awoken Blanche had she been asleep. Dodie's
voice the deeper and less feminine while Innocence gave
the little gasps of passionate relief that Blanche enjoyed so
much in her earlier acquaintance. She remembered those
early encounters, Innocence's penis deep in her mouth
while Chastity shared her attention and her cunt between
the two of them. She gasped weakly, surrendered to her
fantasies, as her fingers pushed and pushed, the rhythm
of her bed beginning to match that of a similar mass in
the room adjacent.
And then release! She knew it was after that achieved by
Dodie and Innocence as she heard them whispering
together, their arms and bodies no doubt intertwined, as the
pulses of orgasm shuddered through her body in wave after
wave, leaving her exhausted and wasted, the strong smell
of her vagina permeating the room and on her fingers and a
simpering look of passion engraved on her face. She pulled
up the duvet to cover the round mass of her body. She
desperately desired Innocence's body. She could barely wait
for the next opportunity for Innocence's penis to plunge
inside her again. She could almost taste the penis on her
mouth, the delicious richness of semen sliding down her
throat.
There was no doubt in Blanche's mind of the sincerity of
Dodie's love for Innocence. During her brief stay at their
flat she had many opportunities to see its manifestations.
Dodie's hands were rarely, if ever, separated from
Innocence's penis, idly holding it while the couple
watched television, following her into the kitchen
when she was preparing food and holding it from behind as
her lover was cutting the vegetables, kneeling between
Innocence's young slender thighs and taking long
lingering mouthfuls of it between her lips. How could
anyone have so much energy and passion? Blanche
wondered from a distance, not sure whether to avert her
eyes or to relish the sight of such beautiful coupling.
Meal-times were as much passionate affairs as any other,
while Dodie put forkful after forkful into her mouth with
her left hand (she was left-handed), her other hand still
clasped what was sometimes a deservedly exhausted organ
between Innocence's ever naked thighs. When Innocence
returned home, Dodie leapt up from whatever she was doing
and run up to her lover, ease off her clothes and
there and then lead her into the bedroom or just onto the
hallway floor, opening her legs and letting the full
length of Innocence's ever-ready penis slide easily into her
lubricated cunt. Blanche sometimes felt envy. She'd never
enjoyed a relationship as passionate nor as insatiable as her
two hostesses. She knew that her own lovemaking with
Innocence, however passionate and orgasmic, lacked the
intensity and persistence of Dodie's.
And this was combined with a love life that the two lovers
pursued when not together. Innocence made love with her
co-stars while filming and with other friends and
acquaintances. A part of Innocence's love life was dedicated
to Blanche, moments she treasured and enjoyed with passion,
unable to get enough of that beautiful feminine body: so
curvaceous, slim and receptive, and that powerful thrusting
penis pulsing again and again that rich tasting semen that
Blanche loved taking down her throat, pleased to allow the
small dribble to seep through her lips, run down her chin
and onto her massive breasts. Dodie also had a rich sex
life, which she kept no secret, sometimes recounting her
passionate encounters and even bringing her lovers into the
flat to enjoy passionate love while Innocence and Blanche
sat together in the living room, Innocence showing nothing
but indulgent pleasure as Dodie's shrill cries of pleasure
echoed around the confines of the flat and the back of the
bed thumped insistently against the wall.
Dodie was an attractive woman, although not in the most
obvious ways. Compared to her she was very thin. Almost a
stick of a woman. She was thin compared even to the full
contours of Innocence's slender body, with breasts which,
when they were revealed, were barely more than mounds on
her chest with prominent nipples that pressed hard and firm
against the tee-shirts she most often wore, even when all
else was removed. She hardly ever hid her hirsute vagina,
which had probably never been trimmed and easily accounted
for more luxuriance than the hair on her head. Her bony face
had a harshness about it in repose which so easily softened
into near soppiness whenever she commenced her
lovemaking with Innocence.
It was inevitable that Blanche should get to know Dodie
better, though at the time it didn't seem inevitable at
all. Innocence was out and Dodie had returned after a day
working in a record shop which was one of the several
occasional jobs she did more to enliven her life than
for the meagre pay it afforded her. It was almost like
pocket money for her: Innocence was bringing in more
than was adequate from the sale of her videos. Blanche
had been negotiating with suppliers in Congress who had
access to imported literature in translation that interposed
experimentation in language and structure with sexual habits
which were at best unpleasant and at worst lethal. She wasn't
too sure she enjoyed the admixture of torture and rape with
lingering unfinished sentences, time reversal and flowery
exuberance, but she knew that there was a ready market for
this kind of literature, so she was eager to get some onto
her bookshelves. Her own feelings as she read the
beautifully poetic accounts of multiple rape with
broomhandles, slow removal of fingernails, the inexorable
peeling off of vaginal layers and the gradual insertion of
chair-legs up anuses were not ones of pleasure. In fact,
she put the books to one side, yearning for the simple
certainties of Honore L'Oeuf's pederastic fantasies. She
even longed for those tedious novels where clothes were
divested chapter after chapter and the sex scenes
repetitive and predictable.
Dodie watched Blanche sitting on the sofa reading one of
the books she'd bought, the translated title being Barbed
Wire Brassiere, Blanche squirming at the descriptions of
blood dripping down breasts that were torn to pieces by the
unpleasant underwear of the title. It was at least preferable
to Razor Blade Knickers by the same author. Dodie sat
next to Blanche, who was grateful for the diversion,
wearing a short tee-shirt with the picture of a rhinoceros
fucking a hippopotamus. As usual, she wore nothing else
except a pair of laced boots that came halfway up her
lower leg. Without bothering to say anything, she leaned
her head on Blanche's shoulder and trailed a hand over
Blanche's thigh.
"Good book?" She asked.
"A bit gruesome," admitted Blanche. "I don't know what
people see in this kind of stuff."
"But you still read it," Dodie observed, smiling, putting a
hand on Blanche's chin and turning her head round to face
her. She stared into Blanche's face, with a strange
simpering smile. "You know, for such a large woman
you're very attractive. How do you keep your skin so white,
living in Brook?"
"I just don't go out in the sun very often."
"Is that so?" Asked Dodie, before pressing her lips onto
Blanche's, burying her tongue into her unresisting mouth.
Blanche responded in form, heaving around her bulk and
pulling Dodie's slender bony body against the folds and
cushions of her flesh. Dodie swivelled about and climbed
onto Blanche's body, a finger twiddling her nipple and
another caressing the vagina obscured beneath the piled
folds of flesh that was her stomach. Blanche heaved
back, overwhelmed by a shudder of pleasure, allowing
Dodie to slide down between her open legs and bury her
stubbled head between the soft wobbling fat of her thighs.
By the time Innocence returned, Dodie and Blanche were
rolling about on the floor, Blanche gasping and panting as
Dodie workmanlike massaged and exercised her sensitive
flesh. The two of them looked up expectantly as Innocence
stood over them, already freed of her clothes, her long hair
falling over her face, and her penis stirring at the sight
of such mismatched bodies in such passionate embrace. Her
breasts arched, her nipples coning out hard and firm, the
smooth roundness of them so incongruous above the penis
that was twitching into life. Dodie looked at Blanche and
Blanche at Dodie, and the two of them at Innocence, both
overwhelmed with desire for the girl.
Then Dodie parted her legs. "Take me, Innocence. Take
me!"
"And me!" Pleaded Blanche doing the same thing, but less
able to display the full glory of her cunt. "Take us both!"
"Both?" Innocence queried, excited at the idea, her penis
now fully erect, like a shiny pink pillar of pleasure. It took
little more persuasion and the three of them were rolling
about on the floor, Innocence's penis now in Dodie and now in
Blanche, thrusting back and forth, now engulfed in folds of
fat and now banging hip bone against hip bone. Blanche lay
back as Innocence plied at her, Dodie's tongue deep in her
mouth, and she knew not whose fingers were caressing her
breasts and clitoris.
This was what it was about, she mused, still disturbed even
in her moments of passion by images of the suffering of the
heroine of Barbed Wire Brassiere and her fears of what Penis
Lacerators might be about. Not violence, humiliation and
death. The meaning of sex was love and loving. Without
them, sex was empty and meaningless. She smiled at
Innocence as she thrust again and again into her cunt.
There need never be a dark side to sex when love unified
the act. She needed love first and sex was no more than the
bonus which lubricated and reinforced that love, however
temporary and however necessary it was for her to return
home to Brook and her bookshop.
XXXIV
In Which Innocence is lost in the country; there is much
self-discovery and the less savoury aspects of country life
are revealed.
Innocence and Dodie didn't share very many interests in
common, but one they did and that Innocence was particularly
keen on pursuing was a love for walking in the countryside
which they often did together. It was lovely to get away
from the city and out into the open air, feeling the country
air on their skins and finding deserted spots where they
could make love in the warmth of the sun beating down on
their backs, collecting souvenirs of insect bites on their
inner thighs and grass in Dodie's vagina. It was on one
such pleasant walk in the hills outside Congress they found
themselves horribly lost and dark clouds building up in the
sky heavy with the promise of rain.
"What do we do now?" wondered Dodie, looking up at the
sky, pulling her shorts on as Innocence stood up in the
meadow, still naked and her penis still shimmering from
their lovemaking. "It's miles back!"
"We'll just have to hurry!" Innocence said, not feeling at all
hopeful as she gazed up at the dark black and grey
shadows. "We might have to shelter under a tree or
something."
Dodie nodded. "We'd better get moving then!"
They strode on, as fast as they could without breaking into
a run as the clouds came closer, accompanied by the
occasional distant rumble. "We're not going to make it!"
asserted Dodie, squeezing Innocence's hand tight as the
first drops of rain squeezed out of the sky and sputtered on
the dry earth of the waymarked path. "We'll get soaked!"
Unfortunately, Dodie's assertion proved to be altogether
too true as the drops became heavier, more frequent and
more persistent. The countryside's smell changed as the
water cascaded on them, battering against their too flimsy
clothes and pasting them against the hard contours of their
bodies. Even their feet, sensibly enclosed within sturdy
walking boots began to feel damp as water dribbled down
their ankles and through the eyelets of their boots.
"Are you alright, you two?" asked a woman in her early
forties who was walking along the same path as them
carrying a large umbrella over her head and wearing a pair
of green wellington boots. She wore a flowery dress down
to her knees and her brown wavy hair reached halfway
down her back. "You look as wet as you can. You don't
want to catch cold. Do you want to stop off at our cottage
to dry? It's a long way to wherever you intend to go."
Innocence brushed the sodden strands of hair from her eyes
and studied the woman who was thin with a scattering of
dark brown freckles around her face. It was very comforting
to meet someone so sympathetic. She glanced at Dodie, whose
hand she held, who was suffering worse from the rain, the
tee-shirt stuck against the cold-hardened nipples of her
tiny breasts and every contour of her body clearly visible,
including those normally obscured by her brief shorts, the
pubic hairs emerging from either side and themselves
dripping a stream of rain water.
"If it's no trouble ..." she replied with a broad grin. "We
really should have looked at the weather forecast before we
set out."
"We don't live far from here," the woman said, leading the
two lovers along a series of paths off the beaten track,
past fields of sodden sheep and sheltering cows, to a small
cottage in a small-holding of cabbages and hens. Outside
the cottage were the carcasses of disembowelled cars and a
few miserable looking dogs. It was not a pretty cottage, set
in red brick and splattered by mud from the rain, but to
Innocence's rain-stung eyes it was the most welcoming
sight imaginable. She gasped with relief as she and Dodie
sheltered under the derelict porch amongst milk bottles and
car engines while the woman pushed open the unvarnished
door.
Inside Innocence could hear a slight moaning from the
kitchen. The woman noticed Innocence's frown. "That'll be
my two eldest. They're having fun together no doubt. Well,
you expect that from youngsters don't you?"
"I suppose so," agreed Innocence naively, not really
expecting to see a boy of about seventeen sitting on a
wooden chair by the table in a shirt with his legs open, his
trousers and underpants about his ankle and with his penis
being sucked by a girl of about fourteen wearing nothing at
all, her hands creeping up the insides of his thighs and up
his chest while he emitted frequent gasps of pleasure. The
boy turned his head round as his mother entered and smiled
welcomingly.
"Hello, Mum!" he said between gasps. "Wet, is it?"
"Very!" she smiled approvingly. "Hello, Kitty! Enjoying
yourself?"
The girl pulled her mouth off the boy's penis, the length of
it gradually easing through her full red lips, and gazed up at
her mother, Dodie and Innocence. "Yes, Mummy! Ooh!
Who're these two?" A sliver of viscous creamy liquid
dribbled out of her mouth, down her chin and fell in a
small globule to the stone kitchen floor.
"Couple of lasses caught in the rain. They'll be staying
overnight while they dry their clothes. Don't worry about us.
Just carry on."
"What will they think?" she asked pointing at Innocence
and Dodie, her hair tied back in two pony-tails and her
brow furrowing with concern.
"Nothing I imagine. If a girl can't enjoy herself with her
brother, then who can she enjoy herself with?"
Kitty nodded and returned to her brother's penis which she
continued fellating. Innocence felt a little uneasy, but the
woman pulled two ragged towels out of a cupboard and handed
them to the girls. She lowered her voice. "Don't worry about
Kitty and Rover. They're incorrigible. Good, isn't it? Shows
we're a close family, doesn't it? Is it like this in your
family?"
Innocence nodded sadly, although she knew her mother
would never show any of the approval that Mrs Giles
was expressing. She wondered if the trouble she and
Chastity had taken in hiding their activity from their
parents had been worth so much trouble after all.
Dodie had different views. "My family never shared their
bodies with each other. I don't think I'd have liked it if
they did."
"Well, don't fret dearie. Not all families can be as close as
ours." She lowered her voice. "Now, I don't like to have to
tell guests this, and I guess it's not really necessary, we may
be a close family, but we don't go in for any sexual
promiscuity. So don't you get any ideas about Kitty, Rover,
or for that matter my husband and young Fanny. We keep
ourselves to ourselves. It's better that way. Don't think you
can join in, though what you two pretty young things do
together is your business." She raised her voice again.
"Now take off your soaking things, and I'll prepare a lovely
broth for us all to eat. What do you think, Kitty?"
Her daughter was leaning on top of her brother, her hands
on his shoulders and his penis thrusting in and out of her
bushy young cunt. "Oohh! Oohh! Oohh!!" she gasped.
"I guess she thinks it'd be a good idea," smiled her mother.
"She's such a darling young thing. I can barely get enough
of her myself. And the old man it's all he can do to share
us. He's always poking around inside her. And talk of the
devil! Here's my husband with young Fanny!"
A man about the woman's age entered the room in a loose
overall with a young girl of about eleven who was wearing
nothing but a pair of wellington boots and a large hat. Rain
water was dripping down her naked skin and tangling in a
small patch of pubic hair. "Hello there, love! I see the
younguns are at it again!"
"Just like us, eh Daddy!" commented Fanny.
"Shush!" laughed her father. "Mummy might get jealous."
He noticed Innocence and Dodie for the first time. "Why,
love, you didn't tell us we had some guests. Did they get
caught out in the rain?"
The mother nodded. "I said they could stay the night to dry
off, if that's alright dear?"
He glanced at Dodie whose short hair had been towelled
dry and Innocence who was turned away from him as she
patted her crotch sufficiently dry to be able to hide her
penis from sight under the towel. She had no wish to shock
her hosts with her unusual attributes.
The husband smiled. "Well, as long as they respect the
rules of the house and don't get up to any funny business,
I don't mind how long these pretty lasses stay. What do you
think, Fanny?"
The child giggled. "That girl's got no tits, Daddy," she said
referring to Dodie. "She's just like a boy. Boys don't have
tits, neither."
"Don't be rude!" exclaimed her mother, slapping her
daughter on the bare backside. "Not all girls are like Kitty."
Innocence blanched, probably more than Dodie who was
almost proud of the smallness of her breasts. What would
this close (possibly too close) family make of her if they
knew what it was she had hidden underneath the towel she
wrapped so firmly around her damp groin? If Dodie was
like a boy in her breastlessness, what would they make of
her semi-erect penis, pressing uncomfortably against the
towel's fabric?
"Dinner won't be long!" announced the mother. "Rover, I
hope you and Kitty aren't going to be at it for too long. I
want you two to help me lay the table for dinner."
It was a long evening and Innocence was pleased when it was
over and she and Dodie could retreat to the bedroom they'd
been allocated. Dodie seemed a little reserved, but Innocence
made no comment. She'd got used to her occasional moods, and
was not at all surprised when she showed no inclination to
make love with her. The Giles family had shown no sign of
embarrassment in their lovemaking, although Innocence found
it slightly disturbing. Especially when Rover made love with
Fanny after the dinner, their parents apparently unconcerned,
only showing disapproval when his penis wandered near her
vagina.
"I really don't think Fanny's ready for that yet, dear," his
mother reproved.
"And anyway that's my prerogative!" asserted his father.
Dodie was strangely quiet most of the evening, contemplating
Kitty who ate dinner dressed only in a pair of old jeans,
and was most animated when in conversation with the young
girl about the night clubs of Congress which Kitty found
fascinating. Innocence chatted mostly with the parents,
keeping the subject on such uncontroversial subjects as
country life and farming. She was relieved at the end of
the evening to lie down on the ragged blanket covering the
bed, Dodie slumped on her side, naked as she'd been all
evening, facing the wall and apparently asleep. Innocence
smiled at her lover, and pulled off the towel she'd so
assiduously grasped to her torso all night, frightened
that it should slip off. Her penis, which she'd
restrained from an erection as much as possible while
Fanny sucked her brother's penis, sprang free and with a
few tender strokes gradually attained its full growth.
She'd found the incestuous coupling somewhat arousing,
probably because, although in substance it so closely
resembled that between herself and her sister, in spirit it
was so different. Her penis was warm to her touch and
became bigger and firmer and harder. She glanced at
Dodie or at least her back, with the blanket drawn close to
her skin, and the length of her beautiful neck and the shaven
smoothness of it as she faced away. However excited she
felt, she didn't think it was appropriate to disturb her lover.
She sighed and pulled at her penis, thinking all the while of
the sight of Kitty on top of Rover's penis at the tableside,
thrusting and thrusting and thrusting in and out, in and out
of her. She panted as her penis twitched and stirred in her
caresses, both hands taking turns to pull at it, the red and
scarlet glans shimmering in the moonlight shining through
the cottage windows. She wasn't the only one enjoying a
penis at the moment as she could tell from the thumping and
gasping coming from the children's bedroom next door.
She fancied she could hear Rover panting as he pushed his
penis again and again inside his sister's cunt. More
distantly, down the small corridor, she heard the sound of
other panting which probably came from the parents' bedroom,
but whether this lovemaking included Fanny in whose bedroom
they were sleeping she was not at all sure.
At last, her penis spurted forth a globule of semen followed
by a rush of more, which dripped down the length of it,
tangled in her pubic hair and rested on her thighs. She
gave an involuntary last gasp, smiled again at the gently
snoozing Dodie, and eased herself under the blanket,
turning her back discreetly so as not to disturb her lover.
Innocence stirred as a hand stroked her penis, erect as it
almost always was in the morning. It took her penis,
stroking and caressing it. It could only be Dodie, smiled
Innocence, opening her eyes just a little and looking over
indulgently at her lover. It was with a shock she realised
that the hand vigorously pumping her penis belonged not to
Dodie but to Kitty whose body was enmeshed with Dodie,
their mouths firmly glued together and her other hand
playing with Dodie's tiny breasts. Innocence sat up with
alarm, firmly brushing Kitty's hand aside. The young girl
appeared not to notice, returning it to Dodie's body, whose
fingers were deep inside the girl's moist vagina.
"What are you doing, Dodie?" asked Innocence, getting no
answer. "You know that Mrs Giles expressly forbade us
from..."
"What are you doing, Kitty?" asked another voice by the
door. Innocence glanced over with even more alarm to see
a naked Fanny standing there, a hand cupping her bare
vagina and her other arm leaning against the door. "You
know you shouldn't of! I'll tell Mummy on you, I will. I'll
tell on you."
Kitty took no more notice than Dodie, returning her
attention to the hairy recesses of Dodie's hirsute
pubis. Fanny stared at Innocence's erect penis which was
twitching with the eroticism of the incident, and freed from
the cover of the sheets.
"You've got a willy. Just like Daddy's. In fact, it's bigger
than Daddy's. I'll tell. I'll tell!"
With that Fanny dashed out of the room. Oh No!
exclaimed Innocence, leaping out of the bed and throwing
on the towel, which was the only covering available to her,
and chasing after the child. She ran down the corridor to
the parents' bedroom where she found Mr and Mrs Giles
having sex with Rover. Mr Giles's penis was embedded
into his son's anus, while he in turn was thrusting in and
out of his mother, who supported herself by grasping the
metal rungs of the bed rest. As Mr Giles thrust in and out
of the tight little hole, Fanny pinched at his bottom.
"What is it, Fanny love? Can't you see Mummy and Daddy
are busy?"
Innocence stood helplessly at the doorway. "It's Kitty. She
and the girl with no tits are fucking together. I saw them.
They are! Come and look!"
"What?!" roared her father, abruptly withdrawing his penis.
It was long thin and still erect, slightly brown with
excrement. "You're not fibbing are you, Kitty?"
She gestured over her bare breast. "Cross my heart and
hope to die! They are, Daddy! I saw them!" She noticed
Innocence by the door, and pointed at her accusingly. "She
was there as well! She can tell you! And, Daddy, she's got
a willy! Just like yours."
"Now, you are fibbing!" her father exclaimed, jumping
towards Innocence who was shivering in the towel. "So,
missis, what have you and your breastless friend been
doing to my daughter?"
He grabbed Innocence by the hair and her towel fell down
to her ankles, revealing what she'd been hiding so
assiduously.
"So! Fanny wasn't lying. We've got a fucking pervert here!"
He slapped Innocence forcefully across the face, throwing
her onto the floor and her head against the wall.
"Let's see what your sluttish friend is doing!"
Innocence lay on the floor one hand nestling the bruise she
could feel swelling on her cheek and the other now
uselessly guarding her penis. Rover and Mrs Giles also
stopped fucking, Rover pulling his penis slowly out of his
Mother's anus and droplets of semen bursting out and
trickling down the smooth hairs of his young legs. They
chased after the father, while Innocence slowly picked
herself up. She heard a loud slap coming from the bedroom
she'd slept in, followed by a loud cry of indignation that
could only come from Dodie and a torrent of tears she
imagined belonged to Kitty.
She ran into the bedroom fearing the worst.
Dodie lay on the bed nursing her chin while Kitty stood
beside her father, who had an upraised hand. "It wasn't me,
Daddy! It was her. I didn't, Daddy. I didn't. Don't beat me!
Don't bugger me again like last time!"
"Is that true?" Mr Giles demanded of Dodie.
"It isn't!" Dodie replied assertively, tears unconsciously
welling in her eye. "I was lying in bed, and she came and
joined me. I told her not to, but she insisted."
"You liar!" shrieked Kitty. "It was you! You came into the
bedroom while I was sleeping with Rover. You asked me
to join you."
"And you agreed, did you?" shouted her father, slapping
her forcefully with the back of his hand, pushing her onto
the bed, a small red drop emerging from a nostril.
"I didn't! I didn't!" Kitty shrieked, huddling onto the pillow
where she'd fallen. "I didn't! It was all her fault!"
Dodie and Innocence weren't to spend very much longer
there. Dodie leapt up off the bed, and ran off out of the
bedroom grabbing Innocence as she went.
"My clothes!" gasped Innocence as she was pulled along,
looking askance at her still erect penis that waggled from
side to side as she ran.
"Fuck your clothes!" hissed Dodie, pulling open the front
door and the two of them dashed out into the morning
drizzle, through the mud in the front garden. Mr Giles
raced to the door, and a chorus of large dogs began barking
in the courtyard as he shouted at them.
"You bastards! You fucking bastards! I'll get you! I'll
fucking get you!" he cried.
Dodie and Innocence ran and ran, not wanting to look
back, in case they were to see Mr Giles running behind
them, still naked and perhaps waving a gun or a stick. They
dodged off the mud-strewn cattle-track, into some
woodland and ran through the darkness of the trees, drops
of rain falling off the leaves onto their naked flesh, until
panting, gasping and shattered, they paused in the
darkness.
They listened intently. There was no noise that could be
attributed to any of the Giles family. The only sounds were
the distant barking of dogs and the drip of rain off the trees.
Innocence and Dodie embraced, naked and miserable.
"Were you telling the truth?" Innocence asked at last.
"The truth?"
"About you and Kitty. Was it true that she came into the
bedroom?"
"Yes, that was true," asserted Dodie.
Innocence gazed into Dodie's eyes. She knew her lover
well enough to see that she wasn't being wholly truthful.
"Why did she come into the bedroom then? Had you asked
her to?"
"No!" said Dodie forcefully, but then seeing the intensity
of Innocence's stare, she smiled guiltily. "Well, not exactly
asked her..."
"So you did go to her bedroom?"
Dodie looked down at her feet to avoid Innocence's
accusing eyes, but then she looked up with a determined
stare. "Okay. Okay. I might have done. But only because I
knew she wanted me to. It was obvious she did."
"You shouldn't have!" reproved Innocence angrily.
"Thanks to you, we're lost in the middle of the countryside
with no clothes, nothing."
"You're worried about people seeing your prick, aren't
you?"
"And why shouldn't I be!" she sighed deeply. "Honestly,
Dodie! You're incorrigible. Why can you never be satisfied
with me? Why do you always have to have sex with other
people? You really must control your lust for young girls."
XXXV
In Which Innocence is exposed to the world and the world
learns to love Innocence.
Innocence had never known before what it was like to be
so wealthy. Thanks to Leon's expert negotiating skills,
Innocence had the relatively uncommon advantage of
earning a percentage from the sex films she was
performing in, and as the demand for them grew, so did
Innocence's wealth. She and Dodie were able to put enough
money by to put down a mortgage on a flat in Congress
and still live a life of luxury she'd only ever dreamt of
before. If she wanted to buy something, she just paid for it.
And in the meantime, her bank balance just continued to
grow and grow.
It was Dodie who suggested that they increase their wealth
by a more merciless exploitation of Innocence's fame. She
carefully examined the source of her lover's revenue and it
was clear to her that a growing proportion of it came
from giving publishing rights to magazines to print stills
from her films and the even bigger proceeds that came
whenever she agreed to pose exclusively for a publication.
"You know," she said as the two girls lay in bed after more
passionate lovemaking, globules of semen still dripping
down her neck and resting on her chin. "I've put all our
accounts on a spreadsheet and nearly a third of the income
is now coming from magazines. And another third is coming
from all those sponsorship deals we get from you advertising.
That one for condoms made us nearly twenty grand, and it
only took two hours to make."
Innocence smiled, as she stroked her penis as it flopped
over her thigh, with a small stream of thin semen
persistently emerging from between the folds of the
foreskin. "I used to think that I was cursed. Now, I think
I'm blessed."
"I've been thinking," continued Dodie excitedly, taking
Innocence's penis in her hand and stroking its smooth
damp length. "Why do other people have to profit from
your fame? We've got the contacts and we've got the
resources. We can start our own magazine. Just featuring
you and whoever you want to make love to. We can make
sure that all the proceeds go to you and you wouldn't have
to make love to people you weren't sure about..."
Innocence reflected on some of her recent photo
opportunities. The man with the enormous prick who
didn't listen when Innocence asked him to not put all of
it in her arse. The fat girl with bad breath she had to kiss
for what seemed hours while the photographer positioned
her to get just the right light from the rays of sunshine
penetrating through the forest canopy where they were being
filmed. The two men who only wanted to fuck her and
didn't want her to fuck them. A bit more editorial control
sounded like a very good idea.
"We can call the magazine 'Innocence', and we can even
start a web site to promote it. We might even make more
money on the net than we'd do publishing. What do you
think?"
Innocence's prick began to stir: a sure sign that the idea
interested her. "And we could have you in the magazine,
Dodie. I know you love writing. And I know you love sex.
We could make love together and with our friends." She
rolled over and faced Dodie more intimately. She brought
her face close to her lover's. "We could fuck as we like, as
we always do, be filmed doing it and make money. Oh!
Dodie! With you, it would be so perfect. I'll do it but only
if you agree to be the editor." She placed her mouth onto
Dodie's and kissed her briefly. "Oh please say yes!"
"Yes!" gasped Dodie, as Innocence's hand groped for the
long hairs of her vagina and her fingers explored its
moistness. "Yes! Yes!" she continued, taking Innocence's
now erect penis in her hand and feeling its stiff warmth, the
glans becoming more prominent and purple. "Yes! Yes!
Yes!" she repeated as Innocence's penis slid easily into the
moist bath of vaginal fluid and the two girls recommenced
grappling together on the enormous double bed that
dominated their bedroom. She loved Innocence's body and
she loved her penis as it thrust harder and harder against
her crotch, the muscles inside her gripping and relaxing on
the pounding length of penis which fit so easily and readily
inside her.
It was not at all difficult to get the magazine started. Leon
helped with the capital and the photographers that
Innocence had most enjoyed working with were all eager to
help. The design of Innocence, the magazine, could not
have been simpler. It featured Innocence on the cover with
the obligatory erection (and the occasional droplet of
semen) and contained two or three custom-filmed photo
shots. In these she might pose naked or be photographed
making love to one or many women, and occasionally men.
Undeniably, it was women whom Innocence preferred to
make love with and most of all with Dodie who, a little
reluctantly, agreed to appear in the required capacity. It
wasn't the sex that Dodie objected to; it was the fear that
her individual character was being absorbed into the
role of being Innocence's lover. Although she didn't object
to being her lover, she still felt that she was not a porn star,
and even if she were, not as someone who would only
enjoy sex with Innocence.
The first edition sold out promptly and rather faster than
either girl had expected. The appetite for a beautiful
woman with a fully functioning penis was greater than
even Dodie had expected. More copies had to be run off
and the printer was soon overwhelmed by the demand
(which necessarily had an adverse impact on her ability to
fulfil her commitments to other publications). Dodie,
however, was not as happy with the contents as she'd at
first thought.
"The pictures are great," she explained. "And you're as
beautiful as ever. And even I don't look as awkward as I'd
thought." She glanced at the open pages in front of her
where Innocence's penis was deep inside her anus, while
another girl who they'd employed for the shoot was
greedily exchanging tongues with her. "It's the rest of the
magazine. There's my coy editorial, where I just talk about
your movies and the videos. There's the text with the
pictures which is really naff, even though it was me that
wrote them. There are a few stills from your last movie and
a couple from that one you filmed on the beach and hasn't
been released yet. But it just doesn't satisfy me."
"But what about all those advertisements we got,"
protested Innocence. "And only one of them came from
Leon. And there are only two or three for the movies I was
in. At least we're getting interest there. And we've already
got enough advertisements for the next edition, not
counting all those personal ads which are coming in. What
more do you want, Dodie? This is after all a sex magazine!"
"I know! I know!" replied Dodie, shaking her head. "And
yes, the ads are quite imaginative. I'm glad we've got that
ad for pubic hair conditioner and that one for the Brook
Tourist Board. But I just feel it's not artistic enough. It's
just crude sex. Sex with you, but crude nonetheless. I want
to edit something from which I get some artistic
satisfaction."
"You're the editor!" smiled Innocence. "You can do what
you like! You know I'd support you in whatever you
decided to do."
Dodie grinned and greedily took Innocence's penis in her
mouth. Using the skill gained from frequent practice,
Innocence's penis slid easily over her tongue and down her
throat where it tickled on her tonsils. She slid her head
backwards and forwards until Innocence erupted in come
which exploded through Dodie's nostrils and nearly choked
her. She quickly withdrew its erect length and gagged
uncontrollably. Although she was in obvious distress she
was just as clearly in near ecstasy. "Oh! Innocence! I love
you so much!" she finally exclaimed.
Dodie worked hard at making Innocence the sort of
magazine she wanted it to be. Along with the photo shoots
and the film stills, she incorporated commissioned
illustrations and employed the services of writers she
knew or admired. The front cover was a more artistic
portrait of Innocence Dodie had persuaded an artist to do
on the basis of his extensive catalogue of illustrations.
It featured Innocence's penis exploding in semen and
splattering onto loosely draped clothes which artfully
succeeded in obscuring none of Innocence's beautiful
breasts and emphasised the curves of her body.
There were articles and even a poem about Innocence
scattered about the hundred or so glossy pages of the
magazine, all tastefully illustrated by photographs and
drawings of the girl. Her penis was shown in close up, in
erect poise and also in more flaccid relaxed poses. In some
pictures, her breasts were artificially enhanced by computer
graphics to be even more prominent than they really were;
and the same artistry put her in environments she had
never, or could never, have been to. There was Innocence
on the Moon. Innocence deep beneath the sea, swimming
with the dolphins. Innocence naked on the beach. But not
many of Innocence having sex and the only series of
photographs where this happened featured her with Dodie
high in the glaciated mountains of Brook where they
first met.
"It's my tribute to our love," Dodie explained.
However, not all the magazine featured Innocence. There
were stories written by such as Honore L'Oeuf and Cheval
Blanc which had not even the slightest pretence of
concerning Innocence or her amours. Dodie had used her
editorial discrimination to choose stories in which she felt
there was strong characterisation, stories where the sex
although central to the plot was not the subject of sole
interest. Dodie knew that sex was not something that could
be left out of the magazine, but she hoped that readers of
Innocence would appreciate that too much sex would
become boring without a context and sympathetically
drawn participants. She believed that fictional accounts of
raw sex could so easily otherwise become purely
gynaecological and even mechanical.
The day of publication finally came after many delays and
many hours spent overseeing the layout and presentation.
Dodie considered that no details of font or colour scheme
were too trivial to be left to chance. The positioning of the
illustrations, the wording of the headings, the text of the
editorial, the use of precise and syntactically correct
English: all these needed attention, nurturing and even
love. Dodie squeezed Innocence's hand as the first
magazine was glued together and lay in front of them on
the table.
"Oh, Dodie," sighed Innocence. "I really don't deserve
showcasing of such quality. I'm only an ordinary girl?
Well, not that ordinary," she admitted, stroking her penis
which dangled free beneath her dress, "but there must be
many who deserve this far more than me."
"Nonsense!" said Dodie, kissing her lover full on the
mouth and enjoying the warm tingle of her lips and the
faint brush of her warm breath against her cheek. "You are
the love of my life, and you deserve the very best I can give
you."
Alas, however, the sales of this edition of Innocence
were very disappointing. True, they were still very good
compared to the sales of many of the competitors, and was
stocked as widely on as many top shelves as them. The
publishing figures spoke for themselves, and unfortunately
they were unambiguous. The glossy established sex
magazines such as Focus, Scenic, Astra, Polo and
Boxter were way ahead on the sales charts, whereas the
last edition had outsold all of them except Cavalier (which
would have been a terrific triumph considering its
phenomenal marketing budget and its ubiquitous
presence).
This was disappointing enough for Dodie, but even more
upsetting for her was the mail which she received. Much of
the mail was complimentary. It expressed delight in the
high standard of presentation, the depth and maturity of the
text, and the artistic quality in the illustrations. Many
letters began with the words 'I do not normally buy
pornographic magazines, but...' or 'It was a
pleasure to find amongst the usually sordid
pornographic press, a publication which...' or 'I
have never before felt the need to write a
letter of compliment to a pornographic
magazine...' These letters clearly came from an audience in
tune with Dodie's aesthetic tastes and artistic ambitions.
However, the majority of letters Innocence and Dodie
received were far less complimentary. Many were even
abusive. They complained that there wasn't enough sex.
That what sex there was did not present the scenes of anal
intercourse, facial come-shots and group sex to which the
readership had become accustomed. One more thoughtful
critic confessed that in his opinion a photographic series
without double entry penetration was simply not what he
expected while masturbating. His final shakes of the wrist
were over art rather than come-shots and he had produced
a very disappointing volume of semen. It was clear that he,
and many other readers, felt cheated that their wanking was
on tame material and that no perversion was explored
except indirectly.
Dodie became very depressed. She stayed in bed almost all
day, and refused to leave the flat. She obsessively read and
re-read the letters she'd received and compared each letter
with the copies of the magazine that littered the house.
Sometimes, she would read only the abusive letters, as if
she were rubbing a sore scab, and would cry softly and
sadly to herself. Sometimes, she got angry and would
throw the magazine violently against the wall and shout her
own abuse. Sometimes, she would read just the
complimentary letters and smile. She had her favourites
which she would return to again and again, getting comfort
from the praise they contained. She would even mouth
some of the more complimentary phrases to herself as if
trying to persuade herself that because they were said, they
must be true.
Distressingly for Innocence, who loved Dodie so dearly,
their sex life suffered too. Dodie hardly ever initiated any
lovemaking and when the two made love together it had
very little passion. Innocence guessed that it was comfort
that Dodie wanted, but it made her feel guilty that the
passion she was getting these days was from her other
friends and from those with whom she had sex on a
professional basis. It did not help Innocence that
preparation needed to be made for the next edition of
Innocence and that it became increasingly unlikely that
Dodie would be the one to edit it. It was a subject
Innocence was very reluctant to discuss with Dodie.
However, Leon, the publisher, had a business to run. The
printer was eager to use the extra capacity she had made
available to the publication. The distributors were eager to
know when to expect delivery. And it was clear to
Innocence that she had responsibilities and duties to other
people than Dodie. Not least of which being her loyal fans,
who were beginning to show their impatience on the many
web-sites (official or otherwise) that were dedicated to her.
What could she do?
In a way she was grateful, but also devastated when it was
Dodie, and not she, who resolved the issue. Innocence
came home after a day's tiring filming, her arse sore from
countless penetrations, her penis red raw from
penetrating arses, vaginas and mouths, and bruises along
the insides of her thighs. What she was really looking
forward to was a long relaxing bath in luxurious scented
bath gel with soothing music to distract her mind. What
she found was Dodie sitting in the living room where she'd
been waiting for her, with her bags packed and dressed
ready to go. This meant a tweed jacket, rubber-soled boots
and the long hairs of her vagina shampooed and glistening
between her bare uncovered thighs.
Dodie looked up with a start and it was clear to Innocence
that she had been weeping. When she spoke, her voice
sounded slightly throttled and words came from her
unsteadily and in slight gasps. "I'm leaving," she
announced. "You'll need to find another editor for
Innocence. I'm obviously not the right person for it."
Innocence didn't want to announce that she already knew
several people recommended by Leon who were more than
eager and able to do the task and that had not really
been the source of her anxiety.
"Don't leave," Innocence said as firmly as she could.
"Please don't leave! I know it's been hard on you this
last month or so. But it's you I love. Not you as an
editor. But you!"
Dodie smiled. "Is that true?" she asked. She looked as if
she was wavering and she appeared to waver the more as
Innocence let her dress slip down off her shoulders and
drop to her ankles, revealing her bronzed female contours,
her splendid breasts, and, of course, the slightly
tumescent penis which so defined her. "But, Innocence, I
can't stay. I've thought about it for so long. And it's
not just that I've failed you. It's... it's... I need the
break. Maybe I'll come back. But I know you'll find another
lover. And... and... and I know I'll find one too. Not
perhaps one as beautiful, or as special as you. You know it.
But, it has to happen. I have to leave. I think I shall work as
an editor for a different kind of magazine. It may be a sex
magazine, but it won't be a fan magazine..."
"You can do that and stay here," pleaded Innocence.
"No, I've learnt my lesson. Whatever skills I have are not
as editor of Innocence. I don't know what it will be. But
I'll find it. I love you, Innocence. I will always love you.
You will always be the one most true love of my life. But
to spend the rest of our lives together. That wasn't to be."
She stood up and walked slowly towards Innocence, tears
streaming down her cheeks. She kissed Innocence on the
mouth. She kissed Innocence on the breasts. And then she
lowered herself to her knees, and kissed Innocence on the
penis which stirred significantly from the tender touch of
her lips.
Then without a word, she picked up her bags, and walked
out of the front door, the cheeks of her arse and a few stray
hairs from her crotch on display. She turned around and
blew her erstwhile lover a kiss on the air and then departed.
The door slammed abruptly behind her and her key rested
forlorn on the table by the door.
It seemed to Innocence that the kiss hovered in the air for
several minutes as she stood helpless, stunned and
paralysed by emotion. She looked around the flat which
now seemed empty and barren without Dodie. On an
impulse, she got dressed and rushed out to catch Dodie in
the hope of persuading her to stay. But it was too late.
There was no sign of Dodie in the street and no clue as to
where she had gone. The only comfort left to Innocence
now was the long awaited bath and the warmth of her own
tears.
XXXVI
In Which the virtues of Innocence are spread throughout
the world and are prominent in Congress; Innocence and
Virtue are conjoined, old friends are reunited and Chastity
is resolved to the service of Innocence.
Innocence found that her fame brought with it not only the
material rewards which meant she was able to exchange
her Congress flat for a country mansion; but also the cost
of selling her virtues through the media. In actual fact, it
was a cost Innocence found that she rather enjoyed. She
became accustomed to interviews for publications
such as Cavalier and Silver Shadow, but also to more
mainstream publications where although sex might be mentioned
it was not their main raison d'etre. Everyone was fascinated
by a girl like her who possessed both feminine beauty and
masculine assets.
There were also the interviews on Television and on the
Internet. Some of these focused primarily on the exotic and
pornographic, but some were designed for a more general
audience. It was a pleasure to be interviewed and not have
sex with the interviewers or, even, to display the asset
for which she was most famous. The interviews took place in
the studios and sets of the movies in which she starred, or
in the studio of the television program interviewing her. In
one memorable instance, the interview took place in the
grounds of her newly purchased mansion where she could
show off the many rooms she owned and the spacious gardens
that surrounded it. She sat in the pagoda by the river that
flowed through her garden, near the small forest that came
with the land and by the statue-lined pathway that led to
her front door. It was a delight to show off her new-found
wealth, and the luxury of having servants to tend to all
those chores she used to hate and usually neglected.
The pinnacle of her fame, however, was to interviewed on
the late night talk and sex show, Frances Carmen,
presented by the eponymous interviewer, a privilege only
extended to the truly famous. Frances was famous for her
sympathetic interview style and the skill with which she
cajoled sexual rewards from her interviewees. She was
even more famous for her skills at the erotic arts, which
daily drew a larger audience to her show than any other
program of its kind. It was not as if she were the only
interviewer in this genre, Michaela Parquet, Dora Evelyn
Mayle and Loretta Cinders all had similar shows on which
Innocence had previously appeared, but this, Innocence
knew, was the climax and one which, in itself, would
generate the media attention she increasingly craved and
relished.
She dressed her very best for the show, in a sexy outfit
that revealed the flesh of her thighs, waist and shoulders,
but discreetly hid her bosom and, of course, her penis.
These would have to be revealed later. She even agreed to
wear a pair of high stiletto heels which she spent many
hours pacing up and down to ensure that their unfamiliarity
would not result in an embarrassing fall as she tottered into
the studio. She sat in the waiting area with Leon, her agent,
waiting for Frances Carmen to introduce her. There had
already been two other guests. There was Sooty Cunt, a
black sex actress famous for her skills in deep-throating, a
skill she was more than happy to display with the other
guest, Chummy Chucker, a male porn star famous for the
quantity of come he so easily dispensed. There were also
small sketches starring Frances' co-presenter, Hank E.
Staines, which almost invariably involved at the very least
nudity and, in the final sketch, a brief interlude of
cunnilingus.
And then, it was Innocence's time to appear, which she did
initially quite nervously, striding across the podium to the
desk where Frances sat, cheerfully acknowledging the
cheers and whoops of the studio audience. She descended
onto the sofa with a broad grin over her face, waving at the
most excitable members of the audience, and then turned
towards Frances who directed a warm and ever so slightly
sensuous smile at her.
The interview began with the usual promotion of the films
she was currently in, and then some more general questions
about stars that appeared in her film. An opportunity was
given for her to relate a brief anecdote about some
embarrassing on-set disasters the telling of which
Innocence had still not properly mastered. Nonetheless, the
audience laughed appreciatively and Innocence felt she
could now relax as the interview proper began.
"You have your own magazine as well, don't you?" asked
Frances, picking up a copy of her publication. "It's called
Innocence, though there's nothing innocent in its
contents. It's won several awards in the industry and
it's now the second biggest selling sex magazine. Only
Cavalier is read by more people and even that's a
magazine you're no stranger to."
"Indeed not," smiled Innocence. "It was an honour to
appear in it. And even more of an honour to have sex with
the Cavalier Pet of the Year. That's a day I won't forget in a
hurry."
"I can't imagine you would," agreed Frances, who of course
herself had a similar honour. "What a girl! And she does so
many good things for charity too. But returning to
Innocence. That's a magazine that's come into its own in
recent editions. I know you were very brave to experiment
in one edition with more artistic concerns, but it's now a
much more mainstream magazine. Is that how you would
prefer it to be?"
"I am always led by my readership and of course my loyal
fans. It's they who have made me what I am and I owe
them a duty to give them what they want. Without them, I
would be nothing."
"Well, not nothing, Innocence dear. Not with what you
have to offer the world!" There were whoops from the
audience. "Of which we shall see more later!" A
spontaneous applause. "You've now left Congress, I
believe. And live in the Country. I take it you enjoy the
escape from the hustle and bustle of the big city."
"I don't see it as an escape, more an opportunity to be more
myself. Nothing beats the feel of country air on my skin or
of grass between my toes."
"Very poetic. Are you making more movies in the Country,
then?"
"I may. I may. I might even make films at the house I've
just bought."
"Yes, we all saw that in Stars in Their Boudoirs. That must
have been a joy to make. Though what do you think of
Vanessa Venus? She's some woman, isn't she?"
Vanessa was the woman who presented the show. She was
famous not only for the range and depth of her sexual
predilections, but also for the fact that she was quite a large
woman: plump with enormous breasts. Innocence had
genuinely enjoyed making love to a woman whose flesh,
like that of Blanche, she was able to sink into. "She's some
lover, too!" Innocence agreed. "I thought her cunt was
going to swallow me whole!"
"If her breasts didn't smother you to death first!" chuckled
Frances. "But, seriously, we've got Vanessa on the show in
a couple of weeks. That's another woman I just can't wait
to get my tongue into!" The audience joyfully whooped in
anticipation. "But, you've been associated with other
famous people of some notoriety, like Honore L'Oeuf, the
child sex writer. Has it ever troubled you that she's gained
so much bad press?"
Innocence blanched. But she'd been warned that her
friendship with the authoress would come up in the
interview. "I think Honore's been much misunderstood."
"It doesn't worry you that she has been blamed for child
rape and advocating child-adult incest?"
"Honore writes for children. Not for adults. I don't think
she can be considered responsible for the unpleasant
behaviour of some adults. I think she's as shocked as
anyone by all this adverse media attention."
"Well, we'll find out. She'll be a guest of mine next week,
and we'll see what she has to say. Now, you are famous for
the variety of films you've been in. Is there any aspect of
this of which you are especially proud?"
Innocence hesitated. She wasn't at all sure she was at all
proud of the anal intercourse, coprophilia, child sex or
multiple partner sex she was so often filmed enjoying. Was
there anything at all she was proud of? She couldn't very
well claim to be proud to have performed in some of Honore's
films.
Frances could see that Innocence wasn't sure what to say,
so she prompted her with a smile. "Many of your films
feature men and women of what could be indelicately
known as being of ethnic origin. Do you see your films as
promoting love between the races?"
Innocence reflected on her passionate love affairs with
Kedi and Purity. "I can't claim to have made much of a
contribution towards the causes of racial equality or black
rights, but it's undoubtedly true that I have loved people of
different racial origins as much, if not sometimes more,
than those of the same race as myself. I only wish I
could do more to further the causes of understanding and
racial tolerance in our society. It's undeniable that much
more needs to be done."
Frances could see that the interview was straying away
from the light and frivolous subjects for which most people
watched her show. "You are also famous for furthering
tolerance of sexual minorities. Not just gays, transsexuals
and hermaphrodites, but also people of some very bizarre
sexual tastes."
"Well, I've been in a few piss films, but to be honest they're
not really my favourites. I don't deny people their need to
express their love by urination or bestiality or whatever,
but it's not what I most enjoy doing and not what I do in my
own private sex-life."
"Do you draw any line as to what kind of sex you wouldn't
like to advocate? Or is there anything you just wouldn't
condone?"
"Anything, whether accidental or deliberate, that involves
coercion is wrong," Innocence mused. She felt slightly
guilty though. She knew that her private life had not been
wholly innocent of sexual predation and she was reluctant
for the conversation to turn to some of her films. She could
argue that people often agreed to appear in films to do
things they didn't really enjoy just to make money, but the
Frances Carmen Show wasn't really the place to
present such arguments.
"And prostitution? Do you think that's a good thing to
promote?"
"It's a career," answered Innocence diplomatically, "which
if you enter willingly is surely no worse than what either
you or I do, Frances."
It was time for Frances to blanche, but she recovered so
quickly that Innocence wasn't sure that the camera would
even have noticed her brief lapse. "But you so clearly enjoy
making films. I've rarely seen a sex star enjoy herself so
much."
"When it's good, it's very very good."
"And what do you do when you're not performing? Do you
go to night clubs and hang out with the glitterati, if you
don't mind the obvious pun?"
"Not especially. I'm a very private person really. I make
films. I enjoy making them and I'm very lucky in having
an agent, Leon, who represents me well. He ensures that
what I have, I use to its best advantage."
"And let's see what that is!" announced Frances, standing
up and making her way towards Innocence. She revealed
herself as wearing nothing from below the silk blouse she
wore and approached Innocence with obvious intent.
This obviously marked the second half of the interview,
where Innocence was ceremoniously disrobed to the
obvious delight of the audience: who whooped and cheered
as Frances persuaded Innocence to full and urgent erection.
Within minutes, Innocence and Frances were both fully
unclothed, except for the stilettos and bracelets and
sensuously made love together on live television.
Innocence smiled at the audience in paroxysms of delight
at their evident appreciation and the appreciation she was
sure was shared by the television audience at home. Her
penis was soon inside Frances' well-trimmed cunt and she
thrust in and out in unfeigned passion imagining herself
sharing a vagina enjoyed by so many of the rich and
famous. When she came, which she did expertly and with
perfect timing and rhythm, she could barely believe she
was able to produce so much sperm. Globules of it soared
through the air, onto Frances' breasts and onto the studio
sofa, while the audience cheered and applauded, amazed to
see in real life such an unusual, if not unique, display of
tele-ejaculation.
Much as Innocence enjoyed living in the country in the
mansion she'd been so proud to show Vanessa Venus, she
still retained her flat in Congress. It was there she was
able to easily keep her engagements with publishers,
film-makers, accountants and lawyers. It was also easier
to keep in touch with her friends, who she still treasured
above anyone else, however famous or well-connected.
Amongst the friends whose company she most enjoyed was
Purity who she loved dearly. The two of them frequently
met in town whenever they could, and would make love in
Innocence's flat. Although Innocence often thought about
it, she didn't wish her best friend to become her lover.
Purity, in anycase, considered such relationships to be
bourgeois and possessive, and much preferred her freedom.
But it was while sitting with Purity in a cafe that Innocence
once again met Twelve.
At first she didn't recognise the girl who had once again
changed her appearance. She wore a very large hat with a
drooping feather on a frame that was clothed in a large red
shawl which when parted revealed that she wore nothing
underneath, except a pair of laced ankle-high boots and a
flower whose stem was embedded in her shaven vagina.
Her freckled face was scrubbed clean and her eyebrows
were shaved to a mere line above her eyes. She was sitting
by herself and looking rather miserable.
"Are you alright, Twelve dear?" Innocence asked walking
over to Twelve's table. "Would you like to join us?"
Twelve smiled sadly and, curiously reserved, joined
Innocence and Purity on the table under a cafe umbrella
facing onto the grand plaza in the centre of Congress.
"What's wrong, Twelve?"
"Nothing," sniffed Twelve.
"That can't be true. You're normally pretty cheerful."
"Well, you're the cheerful one now, Innocence. I saw you
on the Frances Carmen Show. There's no doubt that
you've got a lot to be happy about."
Innocence couldn't deny that. Fame and fortune was clearly
agreeing with her. But she was still concerned for her
friend. "Come on, Twelve, what's wrong?"
It took a while to persuade her, and several glasses of wine,
but Twelve eventually confessed that she had just
finished her relationship with Gryphon, who she'd met on
the set of a pornographic film she'd starred in, and was
feeling the pain of separation rather more acutely than
she'd ever imagined. "We didn't stay together for long
though. I'm not really what she wanted. She was obsessed
with children and she was always bringing prostitutes back
to the flat. We hardly had sex just the two of us together."
Innocence confessed to Twelve that she too had recently
suffered the pain of separation from Dodie, although it was
clear to her, and also to Twelve, that there was less pain
in their separation than Twelve was suffering. Innocence
felt genuinely touched to see a girl like Twelve, who so
enjoyed promiscuous sex, in a state of such romantic loss.
Inevitably, her compassion for Twelve soon expressed itself
in lovemaking which they partook in Innocence's opulent
Congress apartment.
Innocence had forgotten how much she'd enjoyed making
love to Twelve. She felt guilty that she'd not appreciated
the girl's erotic skills more and had left her so easily.
Perhaps it was because of Twelve's vulnerability or
perhaps it was the circumstances of the two girls being on
the rebound, but soon their passion evolved into something
more permanent. Even though Twelve clearly enjoyed her
lengthy and passionate lovemaking with Innocence, she was
still suffering from the pain of her separation from
Gryphon.
It was after a particularly heated session, - in which Twelve
had fucked Innocence with a massive dildo that seemed so
incongruous on her slim pale frame, and Innocence had
fucked Twelve so frantically that she found small traces of
blood on the tip her glans, - that Twelve confessed how she
felt she was such a hypocrite with regards to sexual
matters.
"I always thought I could keep emotion out of my sex life. I
never thought I could ever fall in love with anyone. Least
of all someone like Gryphon. She's not exactly a fashion
matinee. And she's so old as well! I sometimes wish I was
just some kind of sex machine. I just wish I could fuck and
fuck and enjoy fucking and just have no feelings at all!"
"I'm not sure that's such a good thing," mused Innocence,
stroking Twelve's small breasts with her fingers, enjoying
the surprising stiffness of her nipples.
"You've been so lucky, Innocence, with all your lovers.
There was Kedi, Dodie, Leon, Purity, and that funny girl
into theatre..."
"Mouse. I don't know what's happened to her..."
"All these lovers. All different ages, all different sexes, all
different classes, all different races. You really are the
luckiest woman in the world. And to top it all..."
Twelve left unspoken what she thought topped it all, but
her hand grasped the obvious object of her contemplation
and massaged it in ever-increasingly urgent strokes into
erection and eventual ejaculation.
Innocence was happy to believe that her interview on the
Frances Carmen Show represented the peak of her
career, but she was both flattered and astonished to
receive an invitation from the town of Sauterelle in Brook
who had recognised the former resident as a worthy
recipient of the key to the town, an honour not often
awarded. At first, Innocence thought it was a practical joke
or even just a mistake, but further confirmation arrived
from a town representative who visited her and Twelve at
her country mansion.
"There can't be very many distinguished people who've
ever lived in Sauterelle if I'm being honoured like this,"
commented Innocence to the minor official as he stood
nervously on the veranda. He didn't reply, but she and
Twelve suspected that the real reason for her being so
celebrated was to attract some of the attention which
naturally went to Innocence to the small and mostly
unremarkable town, and perhaps to increase the number of
visitors to Brook who might wish to come that way.
Twelve accompanied Innocence on the journey, dressed in
just a broad brimmed straw hat and a pair of elegant laced
shoes. Innocence chose to be fully dressed herself: she still
felt nervous about displaying her unusual assets, even
granted that very few people who recognised her would be
ignorant of what was hidden under the long feminine
dress she wore. Innocence hired a limousine to carry the
two lovers into Brook, giving her the opportunity to see
places she'd never seen before and to stop at places on the
way.
There were many sights of interest in the Brook region.
Tall mountains, clear water lakes, deciduous and
coniferous forests, and many monuments to past glories.
They visited the splendid war memorial of Meurtre; sat in
the shade of the ancient stone temple at Grenouille;
wandered through the splendid gardens of Champignon;
and gazed over the valleys from the hillside restaurant at
Saucisson.
It wouldn't do for Innocence to go so far without also
visiting Divin where she had first visited Brook. She
wondered as she walked gingerly through the streets
whether anyone who'd seen her then in her nun's habit
would recognise her as the same girl. Her hair was much
longer, now flowing over her shoulders, but not yet as
long as before she took holy orders. She sighed on the
reflection that it was possible that her hair would never
again be so long.
The time spent at Sauterelle was tiring and exhausting.
There were not only the honorary lunches and speeches,
but everyone from the town wanted the opportunity to make
love with Innocence: however briefly and irrespective of
the number of people with whom they had to share the
privilege. The door to the room Innocence was allocated
in the Mayor's town house was forever open and all sorts
of local dignitaries and townspeople queued up to fuck or
be fucked by either Innocence or Twelve. And in some
cases both activities by both girls.
The mayor and his wife took especial care of the two girls:
happily joining in the frolics and sharing the honour of
Innocence's visit. His arse was sore and so was his wife's
after a particularly gruelling session where something like
ten people crowded onto the large bed where Innocence and
Twelve spent most of the time. He leaned over towards
Innocence and smiled through his moustachioed mouth,
relishing the smell of her skin and tenderly stroking his
own raw red member. His wife was still being fucked by
Twelve who although she didn't wear a dildo as a fashion
accessory any more had no difficulty in applying it in sex.
"The greatest honour you can bestow me before you leave,"
he announced with some hesitancy, "would be to relieve
my darling daughter of her virginity. She's come of age, but
she has still never been fucked. It is a matter of some
considerable anxiety for my wife and me, and one which we
are reluctant, for religious reasons, to resolve ourselves.
But in such a delicate matter, I would prefer if she had a
private session with you. By which I don't exclude your
darling friend but which I would prefer that no one else
from our town should also indulge in."
Innocence considered this thoughtfully. Virtue was a
pleasant young girl whose naked body she had often
admired, but she could see that she was painfully shy as
she blinked at the world through the very thick glasses she
wore. But Twelve persuaded her that it was even her duty
to assent, so she did but only after the reassurance that
Virtue was happy to relieve her virginity to her.
Virtue was later escorted into the bedroom by her mother
after all the other guests had departed, wearing only her
glasses which Twelve persuaded her to remove. "But I'm
nearly blind without them," she complained.
"It's what you feel, not what you see, that matters," smiled
Twelve kissing the girl on the lips.
Virtue recoiled slightly, stood back against the door and
looked as if she were just about to leave, but Twelve kissed
her again and trailed her hands down Virtue's slim frame.
"We promise we'll be kind," she insisted. "It's your first
time. We will respect your body and you can be sure that
we won't hurt you more than necessary."
She gently led Virtue towards the bed and eased her onto
the sheets where Innocence lay demurely and naked. Her
penis trailed over her thigh and she gently stroked one of
her breasts. Virtue lay down nervously and giggled
as much from fear as anticipation. "Please don't hurt me,"
she insisted, as she lay on her back, between the
two girls who started stroking her torso and breasts
tenderly and gently.
They continued their gentle caressing for nearly a full half
hour, allowing Virtue to feel comfortable and only
gradually moving their attention from her face, breasts,
arms and navel, towards her tight unsullied vagina. It was
Twelve who took the lips of Virtue's vulva in her teeth and
entered the sweet-smelling entrance with her tongue. "The
folds are so perfect. It's like a door which has never been
opened," she commented. "Oh, Innocence! Have you ever
seen a cunt so smooth and intact?"
Innocence moved down to join Twelve between Virtue's
legs. She grunted slightly, but in truth this was not an
exceptional sight to her. She had often seen vaginas as
undamaged as Virtue's and had frequently been the first to
breech the initially reluctant defences. The two girls'
tongues licked and chewed at Virtue's vagina, feeling it
gradually moisten as she lost more and more of her
nervousness and began to enjoy the feel of saliva and teeth
on the most tender of all her flesh.
And, then, when the juices began lubricating Virtue and
both Twelve and Innocence could easily enter without
causing her pain and only causing her pleasure, Innocence
entered in truth. Her penis had been stimulated by the slow
lovemaking to its fullest size, stiff and powerful: the glans
rock-hard and the veins throbbing visibly through the pink
skin. Virtue gasped and the gasped again as Innocence's
penis eased itself ever deeper into the entrance. Her gasps
were short and frantic and passionate and wholly
spontaneous. Her eyes rolled madly, her breasts shone with
a thin sheen of sweat, and her gasps became louder, more
intense, more uncontrolled. And then exploded in full-
throated cries as Innocence thrust in and out smoothly and
rhythmically, while Twelve paid due attention with her
tongue and fingers to the other erogenous zones. Her ears
were nibbled, her eyebrows licked, her nipples tweaked,
her arse stroked.
And then Innocence withdrew her still erect penis pulling
out with it a puddle of blood, some adhering to the glans.
Then, after a few exploratory pokings from Twelve's and
her own fingers, she launched its purple length slowly and
gradually into Virtue's arse, fulfilling the whole of the
mayor's urgent requests. Virtue shuddered and shivered and
sweated and writhed as she now truly and in every sense
joined the ranks of the initiated.
It was while relaxing on the bed, comforting the newly
deflowered Virtue, that they received a most unexpected
visitor. Une glided into the room trailed by an anxious
official, fully naked and carrying with her a small statuette.
She hovered above the bed smiling and grinning.
"I hoped I'd see you here," she announced. "And in such
delightful company," she added smiling at Virtue. "But I
can't stay long. Leon asked me to see you to present you
with this..."
She held aloft the silver statuette of a naked woman with
long flowing hair and an erect penis. Innocence looked at
it with trepidation. It was a beautiful figurine and only
slowly did she become aware that the figurine was of her.
"What's this?" she asked, sitting up, her penis still clasped
by Virtue's tiny fist, who blinked and squinted at the
woman in front of them.
"You've been awarded the Coq d'Or for your services to the
Erotic Arts," Une announced proudly.
Innocence gasped in delight. This was the premier award in
the erotic industry only given to exceptional individuals
and usually presented by a head of state or prominent
celebrity. She took it from Une's hands and held it in her
own. It weighed more than she'd imagined, and was as precise
a model of her body as it was possible in such a precious
metal. It shone and glittered in the light of the sun as it
poured through the open window of her bedroom.
"It was awarded to you a couple of days ago in Congress,
but, of course, you had a prior engagement, here in
Sauterelle, so Leon sent me to collect the award on your
behalf. I had to give an acceptance speech, and was kissed
by the president who was presenting it. What do you think?
It's beautiful, isn't it?"
"Oh, Une! It's far more than I deserve. It's the loveliest
thing I've ever seen!"
Une sat on the bed by the three girls and absentmindedly
stroked Virtue who seemed just as overwhelmed by the
honour.
"I can't stay long," she announced. "Alice and I are off to
the Orient together on a plane this evening, and I don't
wish to miss that."
"Alice?" queried Innocence.
"My lover," smiled Une. "With her, I no longer need so
many men and so many penises. But here you are in Brook,
where you have so often been happy. And with this
young girl..." She kissed Virtue full on the lips who was
somewhat startled to be joined by yet another amorous
woman so soon after her initiation. But something inside
her gave way and with a sudden burst of passion, her
mouth widened, her tongue emerged and she joined her
lips onto Une's.
And so Innocence's pleasure at receiving the revered Coq
d'Or was further enhanced as she and Twelve and Une and
Virtue passionately engaged each other in hours of
lovemaking. Virtue's vagina and anus were re-penetrated,
not only by Innocence, but also by Twelve's ever reliable
dildo. Une's capacious cunt took in both Twelve's well-
lubricated dildo and Innocence's stiff and excitable penis.
She lay back with Virtue nibbling her ivory white skin,
with Twelve's freckled face in her own and Innocence
towering above: her penis thrusting in and out rubbing
against Twelve's dildo in the caverns of Une's vagina,
occasionally allowing it to slip out and into the
tighter but still welcome depths of her arse.
Innocence was sure she had now achieved all she had ever
wanted. She had fortune. She had fame. And in the form of
the statuette of the Coq d'Or she had also gained respect.
She also had love in the form of dear Twelve. And as she
was driven back home through the lanes and roads of Brook,
admiring the beautiful green meadows, she was sure she
had everything. But still there was something not quite
complete in her otherwise perfect life.
The object of her dissatisfaction became obvious when she
arrived at her mansion to find Chastity waiting for her in
the reception area. Her heart shuddered. Her sister! She
looked at Twelve urgently. What did Chastity want? Was
she going to ruin her moment of glory and joy?
Chastity was dressed curiously modestly. In fact, rather
drably. She wore flat white shoes with scuff-marks on the
toes, a blouse with several buttons missing and a pair of
trousers secured by a plastic belt. Her hair was tied back
and she had a small pencil-thin scar on her smudged cheek
Innocence had never seen before. She stood up nervously,
her hands clasped in front of her and a sickly smile on
her face. She faced Innocence with disarming modesty.
"Innocence. I know what you're thinking. And I can
understand. And I deserve what you think. But, please,
Innocence, you are my very last hope?"
"Chastity! I know what you're like. Within a few hours
you'll start playing your perverted little games with
innocent girls, abusing them and abusing my hospitality.
Although it pains me to say so, I'd much rather you left."
She turned to Twelve. "Don't you agree?"
Twelve looked distinctly uncomfortable. "Chastity is your
sister," she said in defence of her one-time lover.
"And I've changed. Truly I have," pleaded Chastity. "And
you are the last person I can turn to. Since I last saw you
my life has been a continuous downspin. And, yes, I know.
It's all been my fault. I've just not been able to keep my life
in any sort of balance. I've seduced innocent young girls
and boys. I've submitted them to my most perverse
fantasies. But I've suffered as well. I became addicted to
drugs. I prostituted myself to get them. I also became very
ill. In fact, now, I don't think I'm even able to ? even able
to ?"
She burst suddenly into tears, and collapsed onto the floor.
She tore her blouse open to show her breasts and pulled up
her skirt to reveal her untidy vagina. "I've met others far
more perverse than me. I allowed them to abuse me. While
standing on the streets selling my body to the most
disgusting men. I began injecting myself to keep up my
drug habit. Look at the scars on my arms and down here,"
she indicated a ragged mass of sores around her crotch.
"And then I found that I was ill. I had pus swelling out of
my cunt, my whole body erupted in shivers and I just
couldn't stop spewing up. I couldn't sleep. I couldn't stay
awake. I needed drugs. And the only way I could get them
was by selling my body. And most of what I made from
that was for my drug dealers. And when I didn't make
enough I was beaten. My nose was broken. My arse was
brutally penetrated. And I erupted in these horrid boils. I
lost everything. I had no clothes, I had no dignity, and now
I'm not sure that I could ever... ever..."
Chastity sobbed uncontrollably. And then compulsively
ripped all her clothes off, so she lay naked and helpless on
the floor. "I need help!" she cried. "I need drugs. But I can't
afford them. All I can do to get drugs is have sex. And now
I'm so sore and ill, it just hurts me. And I don't enjoy it
anymore. It just disgusts me. I force myself to have sex,
and because I look so ill... and thin... and wretched...
Because I look like the kind of junkie I am, I get the worst
and poorest clients. I hate what they do to me. And I think
they only have sex with me because they hate me... and
Innocence .. I didn't want to come back... and can you. Can
you. Ever. Forgive me?"
Chastity slumped to the floor in a foetal position.
Innocence gazed at her wretched misery. She glanced at
Twelve, who she could see was weeping herself. She found
that she too was weeping. Her sister was truly emaciated.
Her cheeks were sunken, her breasts had lost almost all
their body, and her stomach was far too tight to be in any
sense healthy. What could she do?
"Do you mean you no longer enjoy sex?"
Chastity sniffed. "It's love I need now. Not sex. Oh!
Innocence. Please forgive me. Forgive me for all the times
I took advantage of you. Forgive me for the many others
who I..."
"But as soon as you're well, you'll be just like before.
You'll bring people back and fuck them. And piss and shit
on them. And beat them. I know you. You could never
change."
Chastity sniffed, and burst into more sobs. The sobs erupted
into a full-throated cry. And then she lay flat on the ground,
tears streaming down a face made ugly by misery. She tried
pulling herself up on one hand, but failed and slumped back on
the ground, her ragged torn clothes about her. Innocence
noticed with a wince that some of Chastity's sores were
pustulating and that she had nasty red and brown bruises on her
back. And wasn't that the faint sign of a welt just above her
buttocks?
Despite the sores and despite the revulsion she felt for
them and her embarrassment and the degree of her sister's
humiliation, she bent down to the floor and lifted her sister
up into her arms. She held Chastity close to her bosom.
"You are my sister. I love you. I shall always love you. I
don't care whether I ever make love to you again, but I can
express my love by helping you. I know that I'm blessed. I
have everything I could possibly want. I may be a freak but
I no longer care. In fact, I actually quite like it." She
brushed a tear from her cheek, and tenderly placed a kiss
on her sister's cheek, aware for the first time just how
crooked her nose now was. "I'll look after you. I'll help
you. After all, in some way, for which I should really be
grateful, it's partly you who's made me what I am now. And
without you, maybe I would never have learnt to express
myself. But now it's my opportunity to forgive you and
help you towards recovery. And maybe one day you can
share the happiness of which I now have so much."
The End