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Title: {ASSM} Innocence Lost Ch. Twenty Seven (27/36) {Bradley Stoke} (HF)
Author: Bradley Stoke
Part: Chapter 27 of 36
Keywords: HF
Short Summary: Innocence meets Eve and Dawn again. 

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. 



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Previously
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Innocence is making fuck films for a living. 



Chapter Twenty Seven
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In Which Innocence returns to the pleasures of Eve and 
Dawn, Eve is enjoyed in the pleasant environs of a garden 
and Innocence is exposed to greater fame than before.



Eve gradually recovered from her experience with 
Innocence and indeed even initiated a correspondence with 
her deflowerer. She had been right, she said, to insist 
on having her maidenhead taken by the famous Innocence 
rather than by some hairy unsubtle man. She may not ever 
want to have sex again - and, indeed, after the pain it caused 
her, she was pretty sure she didn't want a repeat of it for 
quite a while. She still recalled too clearly the pain as her 
insides were torn apart by her unusually endowed lover and 
spilt out so colourfully onto the white sheet while two or 
three cameras stared rather too closely at her face and cunt - 
the former showing just as much distress as the latter. Her 
mother still felt upset by the ordeal, but when the cheque 
arrived, it more than covered the horrendous debts that had 
accumulated after her husband's tragic accident with a 
motorised lawn mower and let them lead life on a more even 
keel. She even came to think that it had been worth it.

Eve was quite a fan of Innocence's movies which she 
rented from the video store and watched sometimes 
together with her mother. It was not Innocence's beauty 
alone that attracted her and certainly not the storylines. It 
was a more intangible aspect of her lovemaking that was both 
appropriate to her name and delightfully sluttish at the 
same time, as she thrust her penis into the arses and vaginas 
of the men and women who co-starred with her. Innocence was 
a porn star with a genuine concern for her screen lovers and 
a degree of professionalism in the way she executed the money 
shot, the cream shot or the throat shot. Her letters to 
Innocence began much the same as any letters from a fan to 
her screen idol, but soon became confessionals of her feelings 
towards her mother, the pains of adolescence and her 
worries about her lack of sexual feeling towards boys or even 
most women. She enjoyed masturbation and she told Innocence in 
great detail about how she practised it.

There was no item in the fridge or the pantry, no item of 
detachable furniture or common household item, and no 
place, indoors or out, that were not suitable for her 
masturbatory bouts - sometimes watched by her troubled 
mother but most often not watched at all. The images that 
flashed through her mind as she brought herself to 
orgasmic ecstasy were not, however, particularly well 
focused. Just the feelings of pleasure it brought her seemed 
adequate. There was no need to think of men and women - 
though the image of the two of them merged in one (as it 
was with Innocence) was sufficient stimulus.

She was almost surprised when her frequent entreaties that 
Innocence come and stay with her mother and her were 
answered positively. She knew she wrote many more letters 
to Innocence than were ever written to her, and that 
the passion and obsession she expressed in them were far 
from reciprocated by Innocence's generally quite 
embarrassed and polite replies. She knew that the feelings 
she felt towards Innocence as she watched yet again the 
video of her fucking her mother were nowhere near as 
strongly felt by Innocence. She felt that her love was as 
masturbatory as her lovemaking and, in a sense, preferred it 
that way. The knowledge that her maidenhead had been 
breached by Innocence was somehow better than its memory or 
the thought of it ever happening again. 

She and her mother lived in an expensive cottage just 
outside the city of Congress in an idyllic landscape of 
sheep, goats and open fields, spoilt only by the constant 
low roar of a nearby motorway. The garden was very large 
and occupied most of her mother's time as she pruned the 
begonias, roses and gladioli. It held many secret corners 
and patches where Eve could masturbate in peace secure in 
the knowledge that only her mother was ever likely to find 
her. Her mother had become quite accustomed to the 
sight of her daughter squirming in the grass with her hands 
up her vagina, sometimes with a cucumber or a parsnip to 
assist in inducing pleasure. Eve knew her mother had 
decided that it was a neurosis resulting from the trauma
of her husband's death, but Eve hadn't really known her 
father as anyone other than the man who'd watch television 
in silence all evening when he wasn't pushing a lawn 
mower about the garden. His loss was most keenly felt in 
the lack of money coming in, with little promise of more 
arriving in the future while his estate was being argued 
in the courts.

Innocence was very impressed by the garden when she 
arrived, and Eve spent a happy hour or so showing her 
friend the corners of the garden she'd described in such 
detail in her letters. The hedgerow where she masturbated 
on the handle of a broom. The lawn she'd rub up close to 
her rounded breasts. The nettles she sometimes beat 
herself with until she came up in a raw red rash 
around her cunt and upper thighs.  Innocence wandered 
about in a long white dress with a prominent cleavage that 
made Eve feel like throwing herself onto the grass, pushing 
her fingers right into the warm sticky welcomeness of her 
vagina and feel the blades rub against her breasts. She 
had an urgent desire to feel the longer grass push against  
the sensual aureate tenderness of her nipples and her toes 
dig into the earth.

Her intention was not to make love to Innocence. This 
privilege was for her mother who welcomed any opportunity 
for sex - almost not caring with whom or what - as a 
substitute for the attention of her deceased husband. Eve 
knew her mother had loved her father. Despite his general 
silence and inoffensiveness, she knew the intensity of her 
mother's love from her passionate cries of ecstasy 
reverberating about the house and the countless occasions 
she'd come across her father fucking her mother in the 
house and garden, and pretending not to notice anything. 
Innocence was not her father, although she much more revered 
this strange sensual creature, but her mother didn't prevent 
that fact from disturbing the ecstasy of her cries, the 
frequency of her orgasms or her hunger for yet more.

Eve would find her mother and Innocence locked in embrace, 
or with Innocence's penis firmly embedded in an orifice, 
or her mother's mouth gulping at the length of it, in so 
many different places. In the living room, between the 
plastic model of a precious Chinese vase and the sofa. On 
her mother's bed or in the guest room. In the garden 
between the hyacinths and rhododendrons. At all times and 
in all places. Her mother's fuller breasts wobbled in their 
growing looseness as, crouched down, she took thrust after 
thrust from Innocence in her arse or in her cunt. The slight 
bulge of her stomach relaxing its rigour with age giving 
way as Innocence pushed away at her, her mouth open and 
her eyes expressing that wide and excited stare that Eve 
recognised so well.

It was such a joy to Eve having Innocence visit. She was 
someone who listened with so much patience as Eve talked 
about the things she liked most: her favourite toys and 
ornaments, the birds gathering on the bird table that Eve 
would watch with such fascination, the pieces of music she 
played again and again, never tiring of the familiarity 
she had gained with every individual note. She loved to see 
her mother enjoy herself fucking with Innocence. Whatever 
gave her mother joy, gave her joy.

"But, Eve, don't you want me to make love to you as well?" 
asked a genuinely puzzled Innocence, who expected a physical 
manifestation of the desires Eve had expressed so abundantly 
in literary form.

Eve shook her head, and glanced down at her vagina which 
was revealed by her fingers underneath the short flared 
dress she'd hoisted up and the cotton knickers she'd pulled 
down. "No, not again. Not yet," she mouthed apologetically. 
For all the pleasure masturbation gave her and that which 
she got from observing the lovemaking between her mother 
and Innocence - the two people she most loved in the world 
- she wasn't prepared to repeat what had been so demonstrably 
achieved before. "I'm not ready for more."

Innocence kissed her tenderly on the lips. "It doesn't have 
to be there again," she reassured her.

Eve pushed Innocence off her. "I'm sorry," she said sadly. 
"I don't know what it is. I just don't want to. Please don't 
make me."

Innocence nodded. "You know I wouldn't do anything to 
hurt you, Eve. At least, never again."

Eve wandered through her garden, trailing behind her each 
item of clothing as she walked along. First came off her 
shoes and then her socks so she could feel the sun-baked 
grass bite into her heel and into the gaps between her toes. 
Then she loosened her blouse, opening it up to reveal the 
white singlet she wore beneath. Then she slipped it down off 
her shoulders, letting the weight of it drag from her arm and 
finally to fall off altogether and land on the grass in the 
trail of socks and shoes. Then she undid her skirt, letting 
it drop to her ankles as she walked, and stepped out of it. 
Then she pushed up her singlet, revealing the unshaved 
hairiness of her armpits and threw it dismissively behind her. 
And then hooking her hands into the elastic band of her cotton 
knickers, she pulled them down and tossed them to one side of her.

Eve loved to wander naked through her beloved garden, 
brushing her thighs and breasts against the flowers and 
trees, feeling the afternoon breeze on the tender nerves of 
her revealed skin and enjoying the burn of the sun on a 
body bronzed by its rays and showing no pale evidence on 
her skin of having ever worn clothes. She had just been 
watching her mother and Innocence fuck in the living 
room. Her mother's mouth took Innocence's penis deep into her 
throat while Innocence's mouth probed and bit her mother's 
vagina, now so raw and red from such frequent lovemaking. Her 
mother's arse shook with ecstasy, and she released little 
cries of joy through her nostrils - her mouth not in a 
position to exhale. Innocence was so beautiful! She was 
indeed lucky to have lost her virginity to one as beautiful 
as she. One who was so considerate, accomplished and 
passionate.

She dug the fingers of her left hand into her vagina, letting 
her long middle finger trail up the cleavage in her buttocks 
and into her tight vagina. Her other hand stroked a nipple, 
bringing it to a prominent erection which reminded her 
ever so slightly of Innocence's much more impressive 
breasts and the erection she so easily generated between 
her legs. So much better endowed than Eve with her tiny 
clitoris and breasts she was sure would never grow any 
larger. She flung herself onto the grass, feeling the daisies 
brush against the sides of her nipples and the loose grass 
cuttings, so recently cropped, mingle with her pubic hair. 
She shivered and gasped, her buttocks trembling with joy 
and ecstasy as with thoughts of Innocence so much in her 
mind she stimulated the orgasms she so enjoyed, and so often 
sought.

She stretched her neck out on the lawn, her shoulders flat 
against the ground, grass falling from her hair where it 
mixed in with her when she rolled round and around enjoying 
the sensuousness of her own body and its contact with the 
world around her. She noticed beside her two bare feet that 
she now recognised so well. It was Innocence. The only 
person she had ever made love with. The only person she 
would ever want to make love with.

Without retracting her fingers from the smooth moistness 
of her cunt she rolled over onto her knees and sat up to 
look directly into Innocence's swollen purple glans. She 
observed with delight that Innocence was masturbating. And 
masturbating what's more over Eve making love to herself. 
This was surely heaven! Eve decided, giving vent to raw 
and uncontrollable cries of passion, sure to be heard by 
her mother and probably by the neighbours who would never 
be able to see over the high hedges surrounding the garden. 
Again and again and again! 

Innocence's penis was swollen to its maximum. As large as 
she'd ever seen it. And so soon after fucking her mother! 
And then, with a cry of ecstasy nearly as loud as one of 
hers Innocence released a shower of semen that splattered 
onto Eve who positioned herself deliberately so that every 
tiny pale drop would land on her face and in her mouth. 
Heaven must be like this, Eve was sure, as she licked the 
salty tasting droplets from her lips and spread the semen 
about her face like the liquid from a soap vendor in a 
public toilet. What better could there be than this!

Innocence's visit to Eve's home was not unnoticed by the 
local sex television station, Congress Copulation 
Broadcasting, which arranged a visit to interview 
Innocence who had now become so famous for her 
appearances in films and videos. Eve waited in 
anticipation with her mother and Innocence until the 
television crew arrived, where they were due to take over 
the garden for their filming. eventually arrived including 
the interviewer, Morning Glory, a tall slim woman who was 
dressed in only a black bikini and long black hair that 
trailed half way down her back. Her eyes were lined in 
black make-up and her lips were painted a prominent 
blood-red. She and her producer, a short plump woman in a 
thick fisherman's jumper, introduced themselves to the 
company and explained to them the proceedings of the 
interview.

It was to take place in the garden, on the lawn where Eve 
had so often masturbated, near a small statue of a naked 
boy and a tall lavender bush. "We'd prefer it, of course, if 
you were interviewed naked," the producer explained to 
Innocence, who was wearing her long white dress. "The 
viewers will be interested in seeing your penis. It is the 
thing which would most make them want to watch the programme. 
We would also like to see you make love to your beautiful 
young girlfriend - Eve is it?"

"Oh! I don't want to do that!" Eve immediately protested. 
"It brings back too many painful memories."

"Why's that?" Morning wondered. "Surely it's better for 
you to make love to Innocence than for me to have to do 
so?"

"I don't care who Innocence makes love to. She can fuck 
my mum if she has to fuck anyone. I just don't want to do it 
myself."

"Eve was my co-star in The Dawning of Eve," 
Innocence explained. "She just doesn't want to repeat the 
experience."

"What sort of film was that?" Morning asked. "It wasn't a 
rape or S&M film, was it?"

"It's the film where Innocence took my virginity," Eve 
proudly explained. "It was very painful. I just couldn't 
do it again. I don't ever want to do that again!" 

The producer looked quite thoughtful. "Well, how about 
just kissing, then?"

Eve nodded. "Yes, I'd do that. But not down there! Only on 
the face."

"Okay, we'll do that then. The viewers would like to see 
that Innocence has a regular girlfriend. Do you mind doing 
it unclothed?" Eve didn't mind at all. "But it means that 
it'll be up to you, Morning dearest, to do the fucking. You 
don't mind do you, Innocence? Fucking Morning here?"

Innocence smiled. "I'm sure it would be very pleasant."

Morning looked more doubtful. "Honestly, Noon, it's not 
as if I were lesbian or anything. Why do I always have to 
get involved in single sex scenes?"

"Innocence isn't a normal women, are you love? It will be 
much more like the normal fuck scenes you prefer doing, 
Morning sweetheart. Don't be so awkward."

Morning scowled, but she nodded in assent. 

The filming began with a prolonged kiss between 
Innocence and Eve, the two of them naked, with Eve's 
mother watching along with the rest of the film crew. Part 
of the scene involved the two girls taking off each other's 
clothes, and Eve was delighted to see that Innocence's 
penis was already quite large. She took it in a hand and 
held its warm pumping magnificence while she and 
Innocence kissed and kissed and kissed. Eve was aroused by 
the feel of her bare skin against Innocence's in the 
afternoon sun, feeling almost like relenting and letting 
Innocence fuck her. But it was too late now. She'd made 
her decision. And if she were ever to let anyone fuck 
her again it wouldn't be while three cameras surrounded 
her and a boom was suspended above her head by a most 
elaborate contraption.

Neither Morning nor Noon interrupted the kissing - 
perhaps hoping it would after all come to something more 
penetrative, but it came to its own end. Eve pulled herself 
off, and with her heart beating with excitement and her 
skin dripping with sweat, she ran off to sit with her mother, 
who smiled at her reassuringly. Morning then walked onto 
the set, wearing her black bikini - her large breasts swelling 
against the top and her slim waist so neatly delimited. She 
kissed Innocence more briefly on the mouth, but ensured that 
their tongues touched and made feigned sounds of pleasure.

The talk part of the interview started immediately, with the 
two of them sitting together on the grass with their arms 
around each other, and their legs sprayed out in front.

"One question I must ask straight away refers, of course, to 
your penis, Innocence. Many people want to know, and I'm just 
one of them, how such a feminine woman as you - and such a 
beautiful one too - should have such a magnificent functioning 
male member. It is yours by birth? It's not been grafted on 
has it?"

"No, not at all. It's been with me from birth! But of course 
not always as well functioning as it is now..."

"Well, we'll find out later about how well it functions," 
remarked Morning, stroking it with her hand and appearing 
slightly startled from the way it responded so positively to 
her caresses. "First of all we'll talk about your film career."

This part of the interview, Eve learnt, would be screened 
with excerpts from the better films and videos she'd 
performed in (not including, Eve learnt, The Dawning 
of Eve, on Innocence's own request. She knew that this 
was not a film she was especially proud of having done and 
one he hoped her lover, Dodie, would never find out about). 
Innocence spoke of the people in the film she'd fucked or 
was fucked by and gave accounts of particularly amusing 
or erotic incidents relating to each film. These details 
had already been extracted from Innocence in an earlier 
chat she'd had with Noon before the filming had started. 
The interview also concentrated on other parts of her 
life, of which much was actually new to Eve. She hadn't 
known that Innocence had once been a nun. Nor that she 
had once been involved in a commercial venture with her 
sister with Null. Nor that her first film had been made in 
Brook, and hadn't actually involved her having any sex at 
all.

After this part of the interview, in which Innocence 
avoided Morning's probing regarding her relationship with 
her sister and refused to comment on her opinion of Leon 
or Honore L'Oeuf. "So you wouldn't wish to confirm that 
the famous children's author has based her sexual accounts 
on her own direct experience with actual children?"

"I think it's best for Honore to answer questions like 
that," Innocence diplomatically replied.

"Indeed," agreed Morning standing up beside Innocence. 
"It is her right to do so." She then pulled down her knickers 
- keeping her bikini top on - and revealed her shaven pubis 
which she stroked with her fingers. She took Innocence's hand, 
pulled it up to her cunt and gently stroked it against her. 
Then with the same professionalism that marked the rest of her 
interview, she pulled Innocence up to her feet and initiated 
the sex part of the interview.

As the cameras and sound operator crowded round the 
two of them, Eve put her arms around her mother and 
watched with fascination as Morning and Innocence made 
love. She watched as Morning took Innocence's penis into 
her mouth, commenting all the while for the benefit of the 
cameras, the exact feel of it, the warmth of it, how it 
throbbed and later the taste of it. Morning allowed 
Innocence's penis to enter her shaven cunt and 
continued a monologue to the camera interspersed with 
cries of apparent ecstasy. She let her fingers stray into the 
recesses and folds of her cunt, as Morning - still addressing 
the camera - tied a dildo around her waist and then 
proceeded to fuck Innocence up the arse. Eve felt 
privileged to see such professional lovemaking and she 
hoped that her part in the interview would make the 
positive impression she'd intended.

She glanced over to Noon, who was running about, giving 
instructions to camera operators on the basis of the pictures 
she could see on the monitors. Noon caught sight of Eve 
huddled around her mother, masturbating furiously, and 
smiled amiably. She slipped away from the huddle of 
cameras and strolled over to Eve and Dawn.

"Are you sure you wouldn't like a more active role in the 
interview?" she asked sympathetically.

Eve shook her head adamantly. "I don't want to be fucked 
by Innocence, if that's what you mean?"

Noon blushed slightly. "Well, even so, could I still have 
the pleasure of inviting you to my home for a meal? To 
thank you for the help you've provided for the interview?"

Eve nodded. "Yes, I'd enjoy that."

Noon smiled with satisfaction. "I'd enjoy that too!" She 
bent over and kissed Eve fully on the mouth and tenderly 
stroked Eve's breast. She slightly squeezed Eve's nipple 
and brushed the hair off her face. "I'd enjoy that very 
much!"




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