Innocent (23 page)

‘You will lick, naturally,' Bulzar instructed.

Babalyn immediately settled onto Cianna's face, sex to mouth. Cianna kissed her friend's sex, full on the lips, and took hold of the big, meaty bottom, gently squeezing both cheeks. Babalyn returned the favour, cupping Cianna's buttocks, her thumbs tickling at vagina and anus as she began to lick.

With a tongue on her clitoris and the hot musk of Babalyn's sex strong in her head, Cianna found her body responding where her mind wouldn't. She could feel her nipples stiffening, and the familiar ache in her belly. Bulzar was watching them, his cock now rock solid, with both girls licking at the shaft, one to either side.

‘Do it then,' he ordered.

Cianna swallowed, her last view of the tiny pee hole at the heart of Babalyn's sex starting to pout as she shut her eyes. An instant later the stream erupted in her face, full up her nose before she managed to catch it in her open mouth. Blowing bubbles through her nose, she frantically tired to swallow, gulping down the hot, musky piddle, with more spilling from her mouth, onto the floor and into her hair.

Bulzar groaned, Ki'Lae giggled and Cianna let her pee own go, her fountain spraying out, into Babalyn's face. Babalyn kept licking, even though Cianna's spray was gushing hard into her face. It felt exquisite, with the hot pee running down between her sex lips, into her open vagina and down between the cheeks of her bottom. Pulling up her head, she returned the favour, burying her face in Babalyn's pee soaked sex with the urine still trickling out into her mouth.

Cianna's fingers went to Babalyn's sex, two burrowing into the moist hole, another to the pouted anus. In response Babalyn's hands spread Cianna's thighs wider still, one thumb poking up the vagina, another invading the wet anus. Cianna moaned, still peeing, with it gushing into Babalyn's mouth and over her face, and spreading out on the floor beneath her. Her vagina was full of it, her bottom in a warm, wet pool. A second finger went up her bottom hole, spreading it, and she felt the hot piddle start to trickle inside.

At that it simply became too much. Everything else forgotten, she started to come. Her climax hit her and she screamed, then went silent as she buried her face in Babalyn's wet sex once more. Coming, she was licking frantically at the pee soaked flesh, burrowing her tongue into the juicy vagina, hauling the big black buttocks wide apart. Her finger went deeper up Babalyn's bottom hole, even as her own closed tight, squirting out the pee that had run in. Her climax reached a peak, her muscles in frantic spasm, full in Babalyn's face, spraying piddle everywhere, a long moment of pure ecstasy, until at last it began to fade. Jamming her fingers as deep as they would go, Cianna touched something solid, deep up Babalyn's bottom, touching off a final, lewd peak to her climax.

She kept fingering, and licking, bringing Babalyn to a state of gasping, squirming pleasure before suddenly sucking the big clitoris into her mouth. Babalyn screamed, coming instantly, a second time, and a third, until at last Cianna took mercy and pulled her face away. Babalyn sank down, gasping, to kiss Cianna's tuppenny.

As her head cleared, Cianna looked round, to see what effect their show had had. Bulzar was frantic, his eyes glazed in passion, the head of his penis shiny with engorged blood. He was on the edge of orgasm, and they had come a moment too early.

‘Do it,' she sighed. ‘Dung on my titties. For him.'

‘For you, slut,' Babalyn answered, and sat up, moving forward to poise her ample bottom directly over Cianna's chest.

Mouth wide, Cianna watched, her eyes glued to the full spread of Babalyn's magnificent bottom, and the tight, dark dimple between the big, rounded cheeks. A little pee dribbled out, to run down Cianna's cleavage as she squashed her breasts together, making a soft, pink valley beneath Babalyn's bottom.

‘I'm going to do it,' Babalyn sighed.

Babalyn's tight black anus began to pout, pushing out, bulging, opening, to show the brilliant pink centre, then darkness. Slowly, a fat, solid piece of dung squeezed out, to fall full between Cianna's breasts. She felt its weight, lying heavy on her soft flesh, warm too, with the full heat of Babalyn's insides. Bulzar grunted, and from the corner of her eye Cianna saw his cock erupt, full in the two girl's faces.

‘He's done,' Cianna sighed. ‘Stop.'

‘I can't,' Babalyn sighed. ‘Stay still.'

Cianna could only watch as once more Babalyn's anus opened. Another lump was laid into her cleavage, and more, until her breasts were surmounted by the full, steaming pile of dung, while piddle was running down between them and over her belly. Babalyn wiggled, her bottom ring closing, a hand going between her thighs. The big buttocks began to jiggle, and Cianna realised that Babalyn was masturbating over what she had done. It took moments, and as Babalyn cried out in ecstasy once more, she sat down, full in the mess, squashing it out over Cianna's breasts and her own bottom, then wiggling in it as she finished herself off.

‘You call me a slut?' Cianna said.

Babalyn giggled and gave her bottom another wiggle, then lifted herself stickly off Cianna's chest. Cianna sat up, drawing her breath in as she looked around her. Bulzar was sat back in contentment, his cock lying limp against one thigh. Both Ki'Lae and Zae-Sha has their faces smeared with sperm, with strands hanging from noses and chins, both with one eye shut by blobs of the sticky white fluid. Babalyn was a mess, her hair sodden, her skin glistening wet, pee dripping from her mouth and even her nose, her whole bottom filthy. Cianna grinned at her friend, knowing she looked no better herself. Kneeling forward, she kissed Babalyn, open mouthed, sharing the taste of each other's bodies, until the sound of Bulzar's voice interrupted them.

‘Enough,' he announced. ‘Wash and dress. It is time for you to leave.'

Cianna nodded, getting up carefully, with pee dripping from her body. There was a knot in her stomach immediately, as Zae-Sha came to help her, bringing a ewer of water, while Ki'Lae went for the clothes. Bulzar watched, fingering his chin and taking an occasional swallow of wine. With his goblet drained, he left the room.

With her body dry and her wet hair tied up into a knot, Cianna began to pull on her clothes. Being dressed after so long naked felt strange, especially in the male clothes, which she had never worn before. The trousers especially felt odd, uncomfortably tight across her buttocks, but sagging over her tuppenny. The shirt, at least, gave ample room for her breasts, although Babalyn's looked distinctly over filled.

‘We do not look like men,' Babalyn remarked, ‘not at all.'

‘We do not look like slave girls either,' Cianna added.

‘Peasant woodcutters, I hope,' Bulzar said, appearing at the door, ‘who often dress in male clothes. You could pass, save for Cianna's colouring, and for that I have a remedy, if a crude one.'

He swung forward a bucket, showing them a black powder.

‘Rub this into your face and hands,' he instructed.

‘What is it?' Cianna asked, peering into the bucket.

‘Charcoal,' he answered, ‘from the mill. I have axes too, old and rusted, but sharp enough.'

‘I thank you once more,' Cianna said, slipping a foot into one of the crude boots he had provided.

‘Do not forget that I have a hundred standard on your escape!' he answered.

She smiled, pulling on her second boot and knotting the thongs that held them closed. Dipping her hands into the bucket of charcoal, she quickly smeared her face and neck, then, more reluctantly, her hair.

‘At a distance you might pass for a Makean,' Bulzar said doubtfully. ‘Never close to.'

Cianna made a face and stood up. Bulzar opened the door, Cianna kissed him, took Babalyn by the hand, and together they slipped out into the night.

Chapter Seven

For two full days Cianna and Babalyn made their way gradually west, ever deeper into the jungle clad heartland of Makea. Every stream they crossed was followed, often for miles, and inland more often than not. Gradually they rose, until the huge trees and lush undergrowth had begun to thin, to dense scrub, while the ground had become increasingly broken.

They saw no buildings larger than the occasional hunter's cabin, which they gave a wide berth. Twice dogs were heard, but never close, and once, far below them, they saw a clearing in which slaves were working to cut great orange blossoms. On neither occasion were they followed. Twice it rained, leaving them wet and steaming as they dried, but thankful.

On the morning of the third day they reached a gully, a great split in the land, with a sheer drop of some three times Cianna's height to a stream rushing among huge boulders. Without discussion they turned to the south, higher into the mountains. For an hour they walked, the gully beside them gradually growing shallower, until they reached a great thicket of cane, coating the sides of the gully and much of the slopes.

‘We might climb down here,' Cianna suggested.

‘Maybe,' Babalyn answered doubtfully, peering over the side. ‘Perhaps a little further, it seems to widen beyond that outcrop.'

Cianna nodded and they pressed on through the cane, moving behind a jagged pinnacle of grey rock, then back toward the gully. Close to the edge Cianna paused, sniffing the air. There was a strong scent, male, slightly rank. A noise sounded ahead, the snap of a stick. Carefully, she peered out from the foliage.

Across the gully, not more than thirty paces away, an ape was seated on a rock, a split cane in its hands, from which it was sucking the sugary sap. It was big, its hair long and straight, a brilliant red, not unlike her own, only covering the entire body save for the face, part of the chest and the belly. All these areas showed pale flesh, as did the ample set of genitals that hung between its legs, leaving no doubt whatever that it was a male. Watching it, Cianna found herself blushing, realising that the creature could only be a Red Ape, the man like beast that both Gaidrhed and Glaydrak had thought she resembled. Babalyn pushed in beside her, took one look at the ape and giggled. Cianna gave Babalyn a warning look and put her finger to her lips. Carefully, they moved back.

‘Is he dangerous, do you think?' Cianna asked.

‘Only if attacked, if it is anything like the Forest Apes we get in Cypraea. They are black, but similar in form. They eat only plants. They have been known to chase people who run, but I think really in sport.'

‘Do they fuck girls?'

‘I don't think so.'

‘Good. Let's go a little further, then down. His scent is strong. It might help to hide ours, or distract dogs.'

They moved on, then down, descending the wall of the gully without difficulty. Glancing back, Cianna found the ape as before, chewing cane and paying no attention to them whatever. Both removed their boots, tied them around their necks and splashed into the stream, enjoying the feel of the cold water on their feet. For some time they walked, treading carefully on the slippery boulders, until the gully split, a shallow valley cutting into the hill.

‘A false trail here, I think,' Cianna said, putting down her axe.

‘A moment,' Babalyn replied. ‘I need to pee.'

‘In the stream, as always,' Cianna reminded her.

Babalyn nodded and began to undo her trousers. Pushing them down, she stuck her bottom well out to avoid urinating in them and let go. Cianna watched the thick yellow stream spurt out into the water, remembering how it felt to take it in her face. Looking back, Babalyn smiled, then giggled clearly thinking the same.

‘My turn,' Cianna announced as Babalyn wiggled her bottom to shake the last few drops free.

Squatting down, Cianna stuck her bottom out, as Babalyn had done. Relaxing her bladder, she let go, enjoying both the sense of relief and the exposure of her position. She let it flow out, her eyes shut, only to open them abruptly at a gasp from Babalyn. She turned, expecting to see men and dogs coming up the gully. There were none, only the Red Ape, no more than thirty paces away.

Still peeing, she hesitated. Babalyn was moving backwards, slowly, and gesturing her forward. As the last of her pee trickled into the stream, Cianna began to rise. The ape was close, making soft little noises, his mouth pushing out in a strange kissing gesture. There was no hint of aggression, but plenty of interest, and sexual interest, to judge by the way his cock was growing, the head already half clear of the prepuce. Cianna smiled nervously. Immediately the ape's expression changed, his thick lips peeling up to show big, yellowing tusks. Quickly she changed her own expression, pouting her lips out in imitation kissing motion it had been making.

Standing straight, she realised that she had made a mistake. To pull up her trousers she needed to bend, effectively flaunting her bottom. Yet if she stepped out of them she risked losing them. Hesitating, she threw Babalyn a desperate look. Babalyn shrugged, looking back from where she had stopped, some twenty paces up the gully. Biting her lip, Cianna bent, clutching for her trousers. As her cheeks came wide she caught her own scent. Immediately the ape became more interested, moving quickly forward, close behind her, looking down on her naked bottom, his cock half stiff with blood. Cianna swallowed, not daring to move. The ape sniffed, dropped suddenly, into a squat, directly behind her. Soft hands took her bottom, feeling the shape of her cheeks and hips.

She stayed stock still, trying not to enjoy the gentle fondling of her bottom, then telling herself that if she was going to be fucked it was pointless not to take pleasure in it. With a fresh flush of shame she stuck out her bottom, letting it fill his hands. Something firm and slightly damp nudged between her buttocks, pushing to her anus. Quickly she moved up, offering her vagina. The hands tightened on her hips, the cock slid up and it was done, she was being fucked, the ape's penis deep in her body, his long hair tickling her buttocks where it touched.

It began to move in her, rutting happily away in her hole, all the while its hand stroking her body, her buttocks, her hips and waist, them her breasts, cupping them with a puzzled sound. Cianna moaned, her head hung down, her mouth open, unable to take in what she was doing, or how nice it felt. He began to play with her breasts, bouncing them in his hands and slapping them together, all the while making joyful little hooting noises, and never once slowing the motion in her hole.

His cock was big, and her vagina felt nicely full, not straining, but well stretched. She could feel his balls too, the big sac slapping against her sex. His pace was good, making her pant and gasp. At last she was unable to resist the pleasure. With a groan of pure shame she reached back, caught up the fat, squashy mass of his scrotum and began to rub it on her tuppenny. He grunted, pulling himself in closer, his cock jamming to the hilt in her hole. She sighed, rubbing harder to bump the big testicles over her clitoris, sending little shocks of ecstasy though her body. The shocks built, blended, and she was coming, sobbing and gasping with her head hung in utter shame, but also in ecstasy as she felt her sex squeeze tight on the full, hot length of his penis.

The pleasure faded, slowly, dying to leave her weak kneed and gasping. She looked up, to find Babalyn staring down, open mouthed. At that moment the fat cock in her hole jerked and she was filled with sperm, sticky fluid erupting from her hole to splash over her hand where she still held her grip on his balls.

Unlike the troll, the Red Ape did not lose interest once it had come. Instead, it watched as Cianna quickly douched herself and dressed. Babalyn kept her distance, waiting until Cianna joined her, then giggling and throwing sidelong glances as they moved on. The Red Ape followed them, slowly up the gully, then into a wood of sequacia and another tree strange to Cianna.

‘You seem to have found an admirer,' Babalyn remarked.

‘Somebody,' Cianna replied, ‘is risking being held down for my admirer's amusement.'

‘I apologise,' Babalyn said,' but it was funny, the way he mounted you. The look on your face when his cock went up!'

Cianna stuck out her tongue, unable to feel resentment in the face of Babalyn's attitude to what had happened. Babalyn continued.

‘It may be to our advantage. In Cypraea, the Black Apes defend their harems ferociously. They're incredibly strong, like trolls. Even five men would be no match for one. Also, if he thinks you are his mate, he may provide food. I for one am fed up with climbing banana palms.'

‘You may be right,' Cianna admitted, blushing as she imagined the regular dose of thick cock she seemed likely to get. ‘In any case, if he wishes to follow, there is little we can do.'

Making the best of the situation, they made no effort to lose the creature. Even thirty paces away they could smell his musk, which they knew could only be to their advantage. Nor was there any doubt that his shaggy bulk would offer protection, a sure deterrent for any small group of men, and even dogs. By noon they had become used to his presence.

They had risen higher, the trees thinning further, with long grass between them. It was also possible to see the twin volcanoes in the distance, and tors of grey rock on the ridge above them, and Cianna realised that they were close to the place where she had fallen from the demon.

The Red Ape had paused, at a thicket of thorn trees, each of which bore clusters of a waxy yellow fruit. As the ape was eating them it seemed reasonable to hope that she and Babalyn would be able to as well, so she joined in, finding them sweet, but with an odd prickling sensation to the taste. They ate their fill, paying little attention to the ape, only to finish and find him approaching them, holding his genitals in one big hand and stroking his thumb over the flesh of his penis.

‘Your turn,' Cianna said, nodding to the rapidly stiffening cock.

‘Mine!?' Babalyn demanded.

‘Yes, why not?'

‘Why not!? He's an ape!'

‘So? What of Voqual?'

‘He is a troll, half-human. Besides, I was tied down. I always made sure I was tied down. You did it unrestrained!'

‘So it would be all right if I held you for him?'

‘No!'

Babalyn's answer had held more than a trace of a giggle. Cianna beckoned with a finger. Babalyn shook her head, glancing at the Red Ape's now stiff penis. He had began to make the same little hooting noises he had before, and there was no doubt at all of his intentions. He looked at Cianna, then Babalyn, and back.

‘He prefers you,' Babalyn stated. ‘It's your hair. He thinks you're his mate.'

‘Say that again and I will hold you down for him,' Cianna replied. ‘Come, Babalyn, play fair. I let him have me, so must you. Turn your back to him, pull down your trousers and stick out your bottom. He'll be up in a moment.'

Babalyn threw Cianna a dirty look, but dropped slowly to her knees. Her big bottom formed a round ball in her over tight trousers, a target on which the ape's eyes were fixed, unblinking. Babalyn looked back doubtfully.

‘You see, he likes you too,' Cianna said. ‘How could he resist that bottom? Come, he's more gentle than Jelkrael and no more selfish than Bulzar. You'll enjoy it.'

Hesitating, Babalyn turned Cianna another dirty look. Her hands were at the fastening of her trousers, but motionless.

‘Come, Babalyn, down with your trousers and stick it out,' Cianna instructed.

Babalyn bent forward, making her bottom rounder still. The ape moved closer, his erect cock held in his hand. With a last dirty look to Cianna, Babalyn pushed her trousers down over the ripe swell of her bottom. Cianna immediately caught the scent of aroused female, as did the ape. Wasting no time, he got down behind Babalyn, took her by the hips and plunged his erection into her body. She gasped, going down onto all fours. Her mouth came open and her eyes glazed as he began to fuck her, with strong, deep pushes that made the meat of her buttocks wobble and quiver. Cianna watched, open mouthed, imaging how she herself must have looked, puffing and gasping her way through sex, with the great red ape mounted on her upturned buttocks, cock deep in her hole.

He was getting faster, making Babalyn's breasts swing in the tight shirt, with the nipples sticking out, hard and proud. Babalyn had her eyes closed, her mouth wide, a trail of spittle hanging from her lower lip. Suddenly she was pulling at her shirt, fumbling with the buttons, tearing one, to spill her fat brown breasts out into her hands. She caught them, feeling and squeezing the plump flesh, her nipples sticking out between her fingers. One had went back, to her sex, and she began to masturbate, shaking her head in her ecstasy as she brought herself towards climax with the huge ape humping ever faster on her bottom.

Cianna's own hand was between her thighs, feeling her sex lips through the tight material. She felt wet, and swollen, ready for her own share of cock. The decision was immediate. An instant later she was struggling to get the trousers down, pushing them off her hips, falling to all fours, crawling close, only for the Red Ape to grunt and jam himself hard into Babalyn's body as he came.

He pulled back straight away, extracting his cock from her hole, sticky with come and juice, leaving her with a beard of sperm hanging in her pubic hair. Cianna crawled forward, cuddling Babalyn, kissing her, on the mouth, on her back, on the full swell of her bottom. Giggling, they fell together, going head to toe by instinct, Cianna's tongue burrowing into Babalyn's sperm slick sex. Babalyn sighed in pleasure as Cianna lapped up the thick come.

Tongues to each other's clitorises, hands on each other's bottoms, they licked urgently, both eager for her orgasm. Cianna's face was smeared with come and Babalyn's juice, filthy and slimy as she rubbed it between Babalyn's thighs and buttocks. For a moment she let her tongue probe the wet anus, deep in, to get the taste. With that she started to come, going back to Babalyn's clitoris, licking hard. Their peaks came together, in perfect unison, to leave them panting on the grass, wet with sweat, sodden with come, and thoroughly satisfied.