Innocence Lost

by Bradley Stoke

  “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 partygoing; 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 i
n 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 that 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 lovemaking.

  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 erectio
ns 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.