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 connec
ted to the camera that was filming and by means of which he’d been coordinating 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 Pur
ity.
“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.
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