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Title: {ASSM} Innocence Lost Ch. Twenty (20/36) {Bradley Stoke} (HFFf)
Author: Bradley Stoke
Part: Chapter 20 of 36
Keywords: HFFf
Short Summary: Innocence lives with Twelve in the city of Congress.
Innocence Lost
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Resume of whole novel
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Innocence is a girl quite simply lost in a world where she feels she
doesn't belong. And no wonder! Innocence is no ordinary girl. Despite
her beauty, she has a penis and a pair of testicles that marks her out
from everyone else. Innocence is lost. This novel tells how Innocence
finds herself through sex, love and videotape.
For More : http://www.asstr-mirror.org/files/Authors/Bradley_Stoke/www
Previously
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Innocence has abandoned her sister, Chastity.
Chapter Twenty
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In Which Innocence is lost in Congress; and Twelve
introduces Innocence to the literary merits of Honore.
Twelve had no intention of returning to the flat to rejoin
Chastity. She'd had just about enough of her and how she'd
persuade her to do things with her young lovers that made
her feel guilty and soiled. She carried her rucksack of
possessions over her shoulder through the streets of Labia,
relishing the attention her appearance aroused, and made
her way to the railway station. She wasn't at all surprised
to find Innocence sitting on a bench in the station with her
own untidy bags at her feet and her face buried in her
hands. As she approached she could see that the bags were
hurriedly packed. Several articles of clothing protruded
through the openings. She placed a comforting hand on
Innocence's shoulder.
"Are you alright, Innocence darling?"
The unhappy girl raised her face to show tears welling from
her eyes and their liquid trail reflected on her cheeks.
"Leave me alone! Don't touch me!"
Twelve tactfully removed her hand. "Where are you going,
Innocence sweetest?"
"Somewhere. Nowhere. Anywhere! I don't know!"
"I'll put you up in my bedsit for a day or so, if you like. It's
a bit cramped, but it's the least I can do after the hospitality
you've shown me."
"I don't want to! I don't want anything to do with my sister.
Or any of her lovers!"
"Don't be silly, Innocence. You've got to stay somewhere.
You can't sleep here. And you've never been to the capital
before, have you? City life may well agree with you. Come
on! I insist! I can't permit myself to leave you in this
state!"
It took a bit more effort on Twelve's part, but she eventually
persuaded Innocence to pick up her bags and join her on one of
the many trains heading to the capital city of Congress. She
sat next to Innocence with her arms around the girl's shoulders,
squeezing her close to her bosom, wiping away her tears and
listening without comment to Innocence's long litany of complaints
about Chastity. Her sister was blamed for almost every misfortune
that had ever occurred in her life - a little unfairly Twelve
thought, but she had long believed that it was merely a matter of
time until the two separated.
Twelve's bedsit on the twelfth floor of a tall apartment
block was undeniably small. It consisted mostly of a single
bed that filled out the space not occupied by a tiny
shower, a single oven ring and a small cupboard that held
all her worldly possessions. There was no space for more
furniture, and it was necessary for all her guests to
join her on the bed. A small television set sat on top of the
audio equipment piled high on the cupboard. Every
available inch of wall was covered with postcards and
posters that reflected her present obsessions and quite a
few that she'd had and not yet wholly abandoned. As always,
it was with some difficulty that she pushed open her door
as it caught on the cigarette stained carpet that
covered the floor, and ignored the stares of her nosy
neighbour - a girl who Twelve disdainfully noticed was
unfashionably dressed. She had a twelve-inch dildo
strapped to her waist and two long plaits at the back
of her otherwise shaved head.
Twelve comforted Innocence as best she could, and with
the skill that came from considerable practice she divested
the girl of all her clothes and persuaded her penis into
erection and then into her welcoming vagina. She knew that
Innocence was making love more from a need for distraction
than from any degree of passion or affection, but she accepted
that. It in no way lessened the pleasure she received as
Innocence thrust in and out of her. She buried her tongue deep
into Innocence's mouth, gliding it over her teeth and in and
out of the crevices of her molars, more to prevent Innocence
from returning to her litany of woes than any specific dental
curiosity.
"Hi there, Twelve!" she heard while Innocence was
plugging into her anus, now sufficiently lubricated with
passion to take any punishment. "Got yet another new
boyfriend?"
Innocence looked up from where she'd buried her face in
Twelve's smooth face, and with her penis still hidden
inside, to examine Twelve's visitor. It was Twenty - one of
Twelve's closer girlfriends - dressed much like Twelve, but
with black lipstick and eye shadow and substantially plumper.
Her stomach rolled over the leather straps confining her
vagina and her large nipples stuck out in a kaleidoscope of
lipsticked colours. Her shaved head was hidden by a beret
and she held a lit cigarette in her left hand.
"Or girlfriend, I should say," corrected Twenty. "Or is it
both? Are you into transsexuals, now, sweetest? And what
is she? Girl gone boy? Or boy gone girl? The operations
must have been fucking expensive!"
Twelve twisted her body around and restrained Innocence
while ensuring her erect penis was still embedded deep
inside her cunt. She didn't intend to share Innocence with
anyone! Innocence probably wouldn't want to, anyway. But
she knew that given even the slightest provocation, Twenty
would get her surgery enhanced lips right over Innocence's
prick and suck out the last drop of semen.
"What the fuck do you want, Twenty darling?" Twelve
asked amiably. "Whatever it is, you're not fucking getting
it from Innocence here."
"Innocence, is it? What a fucking wonderful name! You
don't get many with names like that in Congress. Is it a
girl's name or a boy's name?"
"Innocence is a girl. And always has been! She's never had
surgery or anything. She's always been like that!"
"Well, fuck me!" exclaimed Twenty.
"No she won't!" retorted Twelve quickly. Then more
diplomatically: "Unless you want to, Innocence love?"
Innocence shook her head. Twelve knew she wasn't someone who
readily swapped partners. Also, she flattered herself with
some justification, Twelve wasn't that bad looking even if
the slightest bit of sun got her peeling like a thin-skinned
orange, whereas Twenty was really not that attractive however
much she managed to stay abreast of the fashions.
"So, what the fuck do you want, Twenty?"
"I just wanted to know if you want to come out.
Nowhere special mind. But somewhere."
Twelve quickly assented, knowing this would provide Innocence
with the perfect excuse to stay and rest. She knew all
Innocence really wanted was time to reflect and retire. As
she predicted, her friend showed no inclination at all in
joining Twenty and her in going to the night-clubs or wine
bars of Congress. She was quite happy curling herself into
a naked ball under the ragged blankets of Twelve's slim bed,
while her hostess slipped on her leather thongs and joined
Twenty.
"That's a fucking neat beret you've got," Twelve
commented.
"Yeah. Fucking great!" sniffed Twenty nonchalantly.
"They're all wearing them these days! You're not still
wearing a cunt stud, are you? Fuck me, girl! You'd better
take it out before we meet anyone. You don't want people
to think you're some kind of dildo dyke, do you?"
Twelve could see she had been away from the city too long.
She carefully removed the stud and left it on the
cupboard, while resolving to get a beret or similar as soon
as possible. She felt anxious that her reputation might be
irreparably damaged if she were seen bare-headed. On the
other hand, she was sure that the hats she had stuffed in her
drawers from previous vacillations of fashion wouldn't quite
fit the bill satisfactorily. She blew a kiss to Innocence's
distraught little face as she departed with her arm around
Twenty's waist, and the two departed jerking their behinds -
one taut and slim, and the other sagging over bulky thighs.
Twelve knew that Innocence wouldn't be happy for long staying
with her in her tiny bedsit and she also knew that her lifestyle
would soon conflict very untidily with what she knew of
Innocence's when she lived in Labia. She racked her brains as
to what she could do with her, and was convinced she found a
solution when she saw an advertisement in the local newspaper
announcing that her friend Honore L'Oeuf was visiting the
city. She was sure that Innocence would get on well with
her authoress friend with the massive 80 inch bust.
So, when Twelve at last returned mid-afternoon from a
long night out in the night-clubs with Twenty and several
other friends, her eyes bleary, her crotch dripping with
semen and lubricating jelly, and her thighs aching from
dancing and fucking, she was pleased that Innocence was
enthusiastic at meeting such a famous author. She hadn't
actually read any of Honore L'Oeuf's erotic children's
stories, but she was familiar with the name.
Twelve first met Honore when she was still a child - just
on the edge of her teens and hungry for sex. Honore was
attracted to her young child's body with its smooth crotch.
The fashion in those days for children's clothes made her
look even younger than she was with her long hair in plaits
and a flared dress that revealed her lack of knickers beneath.
It was the first time Twelve had made love with an older woman,
and of course Honore couldn't have been much more than twenty
years old herself at the time. She still remembered with
fondness the passion of their lovemaking and the accuracy with
which Honore identified the parts of her body that most enjoyed
stimulation.
Twelve took Innocence to a Literary Festival being held in the
Congress City Hall where Honore L'Oeuf addressed a sold-out
audience on the subject of sexuality, sexual abuse and children
where she was no doubt rehearsing her familiar argument about
the need for child erotica and how it did not imply at all any
encouragement for the sexual abuse of children by adults.
The hypocrite! commented Twelve to herself. Innocence
and she weren't able to buy any tickets so they waited
until Honore finished her lecture before entering the hall.
Honore's visit coincided with the publication of a new book
that was on display in the foyer. Twelve guessed that her
reason for visiting the city was to promote it. It was called
James and the Giant Penis, and featured the hero of the hugely
successful Willy Wanker and the Semen Factory in another story
of child related penis adventures. Twelve idly skimmed through
the pages of a copy below a cardboard display of the main
character struggling with an enormous penis almost as tall as the
boy himself and impossible to contain in any pair of trousers.
The pictures inside lucidly illustrated the problems that poor
James had with a penis that hit people as it spurted into full
erection, the mess it made on carpets and the difficulty it
had in penetrating any orifice. It did, however, make James
very popular with other girls and boys who took great delight
in playing with the penis and making it embarrassingly erect
and took showers in the gobbets of semen it inevitably
released.
The author was dressed in an enormous blouse pulled in at her
relatively slim waist, but didn't in any way disguise the
enormous swelling of her breasts against its fabric. The
buttons held in place with a desperation that looked likely
to fail every time her breast heaved with an exhalation of
breath. She wore a very plain navy blue skirt, stockings
and shoes. How drab! thought Twelve who only that morning had
bought a green beret she proudly wore on her shaven head.
When Twelve introduced Honore to Innocence she wasn't
at all surprised to see her eyes wander towards the restrained
breasts.
Honore was renting an apartment in the city for the weeks
until she returned to Brook. "I feel so much more at ease
there!" she said smiling, holding the massive weight of her
breasts in the palms of her hands. "I don't have to squeeze
these things into totally inappropriate clothes. But Twelve,
you'd just feel so odd in Brook. No fashions to follow. And
you look so divine at the moment. What a cute beret!"
Innocence was dressed in shorts and a tee-shirt. Twelve had
no success at all in persuading her to shave off any more hair
than that which she already took off her legs and her armpits.
She also had no success in persuading her to wear one of her
older thongs or even to show her breasts. Innocence was (let's
face it!) rather dull really. However, it was clear that Honore
was attracted by Innocence's quite reserved character and her
physical beauty. "Such a little beauty! The both of you
must come back to my apartment."
"And there are hidden secrets in Innocence's knickers as
well!" hinted Twelve as the three of them got into a taxi
with a young girl whom Honore had persuaded to come
back with her despite her mother's reservations.
"What might those be?" wondered Honore playfully, with
an arm around the small girl's shoulders and a hand
burrowed inside her blouse.
"Wait and see!"
Honore wasn't disappointed when they got back to her
luxury apartment and insisted that everyone take their
clothes off. "It's so uncomfortable otherwise!" It had
certainly been so for Honore who shed her clothes with
great relish, tearing off several buttons from her capacious
blouse. Twelve was pleased to see that the massive breasts
showed no evidence of sagging with age, and her enormous
nipples were still as large as her thumbs when erect which
they soon were. The young girl was much more embarrassed
about taking off her clothes, revealing her total lack of
breasts or indeed of any adult features, but it was Innocence
who was the most embarrassed. Particularly, Twelve assumed,
because her wonderful penis was already throbbing with desire
and would take very little effort to become fully erect.
"What a darling surprise!" Honore gasped. "Is it real?"
"It's as real as your massive mammaries!" Twelve
remarked. "And produces much more milk!"
Honore stretched out a hand and stroked the penis. As
Twelve suspected it immediately jumped to attention.
"Look at this, Six!" she said to the girl who was with them.
"Have you ever seen anything like this before?"
The girl shook her head shyly. "Only on TV. And not so
big and stiff!"
"And talking of big and stiff..." laughed Twelve holding
one of Honore's nipples. She pressed her mouth over it.
"Come on, Six. Taste this!"
Six and Innocence were soon persuaded to take turns on
Honore's prominent assets, the nipples of which soon
found themselves inside Six's vagina and Innocence's anus.
Then, with the application of some champagne that Honore
had delivered by a very nervous maid (who resolutely
declined to accompany them in their lovemaking), the four
of them were soon indulging in very frantic activity.
Twelve loved to nibble Honore's breasts while Innocence
hammered into her anus. She persuaded Honore, who only
rarely indulged in sex with penises, to accept
Innocence's member first into her vagina and then when
her passion was greater into her arse. She even managed to
persuade little Six (with assistance from Honore) to accept
Innocence's penis, despite her initial protests.
"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.
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