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Subject: {ASSM} Innocence Lost Ch. Twenty Eight (28/36) {Bradley Stoke} (FF caution)
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Title: {ASSM} Innocence Lost Ch. Twenty Eight (28/36) {Bradley Stoke} (FF caution)
Author: Bradley Stoke
Part: Chapter 28 of 36
Keywords: FF caution
Short Summary: Algebra shares a flat with Innocence and Dodie. 

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 and Dodie rent a flat together in Congress. 



Chapter Twenty Eight
====================


In Which the Science of Algebra lives with the virtues of 
Innocence and Dodie discovers some of the more bizarre 
attributes of Algebra. 



True to her name, Algebra was a student of Mathematics at 
the University of Congress. She had applied unsuccessfully 
to read at the University of Labia, but Congress was a good 
second choice, where she was able to study with some of 
the very best professors in the country. Also true to her 
name, Algebra was a girl of very pure principles and 
practices. She was one of many students who was a 
practising naturist at the university, although one of the 
very few who were women. She felt no shame about 
wearing nothing but a pair of small pumps and the large 
round glasses she needed to compensate for her myopia. 
She knew she was thought very attractive by the male 
students and lecturers, and by not a few of the women, but 
this didn't trouble her in the slightest. She very 
occasionally indulged in sex, but she wasn't noted for a 
particular promiscuous lifestyle although she rarely had 
sex with a partner on more than one occasion. She did, 
however, have a taste for urine and for pissing on her 
lovers which put off some of the more squeamish of those 
she made love with.

She didn't often wonder why it was that the release of her 
urine over a lover's body, clothed or naked, gave her so 
much pleasure. It seemed a quite natural relief to the 
build up of the pressure that lovemaking necessarily 
entailed. She found the taste of urine in her mouth or 
dripping down through her hair, over her forehead and over 
her cheeks somehow very stimulating. She had to be very 
careful about swallowing the stuff. She didn't want to catch 
anything, although she managed to convince herself that 
urine, like saliva, was quite safe and antiseptic.

Like all students, she needed somewhere to live and not 
somewhere expensive. She wasn't at first particularly 
excited by the advertisement in the Congress Evening Post 
for Third Girl to Share Flat. Must be broadminded. She 
had no idea what was meant by broadminded, although 
her friends told her that it was probably a euphemism for 
something disgusting. She turned up at Innocence's and 
Dodie's flat really having no preconception of what to 
expect. Her main concern was that they too should be 
broadminded with regard to her own naturism. The 
landlady of her last flat was far from so on this matter, and 
had insisted, rather forcefully, that she either get dressed or 
get out. Algebra's principles wouldn't contemplate 
compromise, so she moved out almost immediately and 
spent most of the last month sleeping on a sofa in a 
girlfriend's bedsit.

She didn't immediately warm to Dodie when she opened 
the door. Dodie had grown her hair, but it was still quite 
short, and she wore a large sweatshirt that pretended that 
she too was a student at the University of Congress, which 
of course she wasn't. The polytechnic she'd been to was far 
less illustrious. She quite liked the fact that Dodie 
wore no trousers or knickers, but she felt that by wearing 
other clothes the girl was compromising on a principle 
Algebra held dear.  However, she herself hadn't turned up 
naked, wearing the long white laboratory coat she 
habitually wore whenever she ventured out of the university 
grounds into the city beyond.

Dodie took a liking to her and appeared enthusiastic when 
Algebra spoke of her naturism and vegetarianism. She 
suggested that Algebra take her clothes off. "It's much 
better to dress as you feel comfortable." With no 
celebration, Algebra undid her coat, and lay it down on 
the back of the chair she was sitting in. She was very 
impressed by the flat. It was expensively decorated, and 
had more than enough modern conveniences to deserve the 
notice All mod. cons. which, in fact, the advertisement 
neglected to mention.

"I've often thought of becoming a vegetarian myself," 
Dodie commented, stroking her pubic hair idly. "It seems a 
sensible thing to do. I wouldn't want to harm any animal, 
and I often feel disgusted when I'm eating meat that this 
fleshy chunk of brown stuff once belonged to a living 
breathing sentient being."

"Exactly," agreed Algebra, who nonetheless despised any 
lack of resolve on this or any other matter. At that 
moment, Innocence arrived wearing a short skirt and an 
even shorter top which showed off her breasts and waist 
to their best advantage. Algebra was slightly disgusted by 
the fact that this young girl also wore black stockings 
and awfully harmful stiletto heeled shoes. However, when 
Innocence sat down and started talking, her character was 
much more in keeping with her name and she was very 
concerned about Algebra's welfare.

"You've been sleeping on a sofa? And all because your 
landlady doesn't like nudity? How awful! I'm not a naturist 
myself, although I often don't wear any clothes. Particularly 
in my line of work."

"What kind of work is that?" Algebra wondered.

Innocence blushed slightly and looked embarrassedly at her 
red painted fingernails. "I'm an actress. Of sorts that is. I 
appear in films and videos. But they're a kind of specialised 
market. I make pornographic films."

Algebra had no real opinion on this activity. She barely ever 
even thought about pornography. Images of naked women didn't 
bother her, although she thought there was rather too much 
underwear worn in most of that stuff. "Is that the reason why 
I must be broadminded?" Algebra quoted.

"Sort of," admitted Innocence. "But that's not the only 
reason. Another reason is that Dodie and I are lovers. 
We're very much in love, in fact. And there are quite a few 
girls who don't like sharing with couples like us."

This was another matter Algebra never really thought about 
much. True, she had on occasion made love with women - in 
particular her Number Group Theory lecturer - but she'd 
never really distinguished this very much from heterosexual 
love except insofar that women rarely, if ever, sported 
penises. "It's not something that bothers me greatly. I'm 
more concerned that I'll be able to study in peace. That's 
the most important thing. That's why I'm at university."

"Well, yes, of course it is," remarked Innocence, slightly 
chastened. "I was a student myself once, but I gave it up. 
But I know what it's like to study. Well, Dodie, what do 
you think? Is Algebra the sort of girl we'd like to have 
sharing the flat?"

Dodie smiled mischievously. "I don't see why not! What 
about you, Algebra? Does the idea appeal to you?"

It did, and Algebra moved in the very following day. It was 
a three-bedroomed flat, but as Dodie and Innocence mostly 
shared the same bed the room assigned to Algebra was not 
the smallest, and was positively monstrous compared to the 
tiny rooms she was used to. She'd even had to share bedrooms: 
an arrangement fraught with problems with regard to Algebra's 
affection for urinating while making love. Not everyone liked 
the smell of fresh urine in the bedroom. 

It was a while until Algebra discovered the real reason 
she was expected to be broadminded, but in a household 
where she was constantly naked and Dodie was more 
naked than not, it was natural that there would be an 
occasion when Algebra would see a naked Innocence 
walking around the house with her penis dangling 
temptingly between her legs. At first, Algebra saw it and 
really didn't recognise its significance, particularly as 
Innocence appeared to show no embarrassment at being 
seen naked. Later, however, while Algebra was puzzling 
over some of the more surprising conclusions of Godel's 
theorem she recalled to her mind the image of Innocence 
striding along the corridor between the various rooms with 
a penis incongruously dangling between her full feminine 
thighs. She put her pencil to her mouth and chewed it 
contemplatively, a smile across her face and thoughts of 
Godel (and indeed Russell, Mandelbrot and Newton) quite 
forgotten.

Dodie was not a girl who lacked friends, but Algebra 
was impressed by the way she nevertheless remained 
passionately in love with Innocence however many 
different lovers she might entertain. She could see that 
despite her promiscuous lifestyle she was still jealous 
of her lover's cinematic sex life, but would sit on the 
sofa with Algebra and listen politely to Innocence's account 
of the sex she'd had during the day. Dodie's strength 
of affection towards her lover warmed her to Algebra, and 
she soon came to feel affectionate towards Dodie as she 
betrayed her feelings with tragic grimaces and repressed 
sighs.

So it was that she eventually relented to Dodie's 
persistent attempts to make love with her. For a change, 
she didn't slip her hand out of Dodie's as they sat 
together watching television. Nor did she politely but 
firmly remove Dodie's arm from around her shoulders. She 
let Dodie's hand rest on her thigh and allowed the girl 
to become steadily bolder with her expressions of desire. 
Within a few minutes, the two of them were wrestling 
together on the sofa, Dodie relieving herself of her tee-shirt 
and Algebra of the glasses that clashed uncomfortably 
against her cheeks. Dodie's tongue probed deep inside 
Algebra's vagina, her fingers prising it open to insert 
as much of her tongue as possible while also easing other 
fingers into the anus. Algebra leaned back against the 
leather upholstery, a button of it digging into her spine, 
giving vent to small but unmistakable cries of joy.

And then, as so often happened when Algebra felt a certain 
degree of passion, she felt that urge to piss she so 
rarely suppressed. The pressure against her bladder, 
stimulated by the wine they had been drinking previously, 
reached a high enough level and with no warning she 
started pissing directly into Dodie's face, and, as her 
mouth was open, directly onto her tongue and down 
her throat. At first, Dodie wasn't too sure what was 
happening and continued regardless, perhaps accustomed 
to the presence of a similarly warm but usually more 
viscous liquid directed into her mouth. But then, with an 
abrupt start, she pushed herself off Algebra, wiping 
her mouth with the back of her hand and looking with 
disbelief at the golden liquid dribbling down her chin 
and onto her chest.

"Uugghh!" she gasped. "You're pissing on me!"

"Don't you like it?" wondered Algebra naively.

Dodie coughed and spat in an attempt to clear her mouth of 
piss. "Like it! Why should I like it? Would you like it if 
I pissed on you?"

"Oh Yes! I would!" Algebra answered enthusiastically. 
"Would you? Please!"

Dodie looked at Algebra with an expression of disbelief. 
She shook her head slowly, shrugged her shoulders, and 
headed off to the bathroom. Algebra sat on the sofa 
staring at Dodie's discarded tee-shirt, feeling cheated 
that her lovemaking had been so abruptly truncated 
and somewhat puzzled by Dodie's reaction. She'd assumed 
that for someone who had so many different partners and 
made love with a woman who was undeniably some kind 
of a freak, a little bit of urine would really be neither 
here nor there. Although some of the men and women who 
made love to her in the past appeared disconcerted by 
her attraction to urine, she assumed it was simply 
because it was a novel experience for them. It was  
difficult to believe this should be the case with Dodie 
who she'd often seen with a prick up her arse or vagina 
with many different men and women.

After a few minutes, Dodie re-emerged from the bathroom 
with a towel rubbing her hair which she had just washed 
and a strong smell of toothpaste and mouth wash. She had 
also soaped and showered her chest and face. "Are you 
saying, Algebra, that you like to piss on people when 
you're making love?"

"Well, of course. Doesn't everyone?"

Dodie frowned slightly. "I don't think so. And you also 
like to be pissed on?"

"Oh yes!"

"And shat on?"

"Oh no! That sounds too dirty! Well, I've never tried it. I 
can't believe turds could possibly taste as nice. And the 
smell is absolutely disgusting!"

"It is. Isn't it? And you want me to piss on you? Is that 
right?"

Algebra nodded. "That would be very nice."

Dodie sniffed. "Well, if it's what you want, let's go to the 
bathroom where it'll be easier to clean up. And I insist that 
it's you who clears up the mess."

"I don't mind that."

Dodie and Algebra entered the bathroom and Algebra was 
gestured into the bath where she lay down on the cold empty 
enamel. Dodie opened a can of beer which she deliberately 
sprayed over Algebra's body as the froth came bubbling out. 
She glugged at it desperately while eyeing Dodie lying in 
anticipation with frothy beer over her breasts and trickling 
down her stomach and tangling in her pubic hair. She very 
soon finished the beer and dropped the empty can into the 
wastepaper bin where it landed with a small thud on a 
discarded box of Algebra's sanitary towels. 

"How do you feel?" Dodie asked the girl lying in the bath. 
"Are you ready?"

Algebra nodded, holding her breath against the very real 
feeling of pre-orgasmic pleasure. Dodie smiled grimly. She 
strode over to the bath and stepped into it, causing 
Algebra to pull one leg up while the other stretched out 
under Dodie and pressed against the plug. Dodie looked 
down at her, and Algebra could almost feel the gradual 
passage of liquid through the network of intestines 
and eventually into the urethra. This waiting was a pleasure 
in itself, but also caused her great impatience. "Piss on 
me!" she pleaded. "Piss on me!"

Dodie complied almost immediately and Algebra watched 
with delight as the arching stream of golden liquid emitted 
from between her legs and sprayed over her face, hair, 
breasts and legs, while Dodie shifted her aim to sprinkle 
Algebra as thoroughly as she could. She kept her mouth 
open as wide as possible to capture as many droplets of the 
precious liquid as she could and relished the taste of it on 
her tongue. She shivered in orgasmic delight and let free a 
trickle of urine herself (not nearly as voluminous as 
Dodie's as she'd already relieved herself) which joined the 
flow of Dodie's urine trickling down her thighs and trailed 
in a single line down the centre of the bath and to the plug 
hole.

Algebra shivered and shuddered in the ecstasy of her 
passion while Dodie strode out of the bath and looked at 
Algebra with an expression the student couldn't really 
interpret but somehow concluded that it wasn't one of 
whole-hearted enthusiasm in this particular variant of 
lovemaking.




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