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 arsehole 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.
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p; “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.
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