“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 own 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 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 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. In 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.
Then 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 which 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 busied herself in burying 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 laundere
ttes 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.
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