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 schoolfriends, 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, threesomes, 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.
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