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Title: {ASSM} Innocence Lost Ch. Thirty One (31/36) {Bradley Stoke} (HFf)
Author: Bradley Stoke
Part: Chapter 31 of 36
Keywords: HFf
Short Summary: Innocence stays with Honore.
 

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 on holiday in Phallus-on-Sea. 



Chapter Thirty One
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In Which Innocence stays with Honore; Innocence is 
recorded in the photographic media and Dodie returns to 
the comforts of Innocence.



Honore hoisted up her huge breasts from underneath the 
desk where she was working on her word processor and 
rested their immense weight on the surface, relieving 
herself of the strain of supporting them without assistance. 
She glanced behind her at Innocence and Hyacinth, her 
current belle, lying outstretched and naked, like herself, on 
the sheets of the mattress. Hyacinth was another 
prepubescent child, still smooth and hairless, and still 
smarting from the bruises around her crotch where 
Innocence had deflowered her the day before, sanctioned 
by Honore and, as usual, with the parents' express 
approval. Honore smiled. It gave her so much pleasure to 
see the child enjoying the deep thrust of Innocence's 
beautiful penis, so expert and so tender in the 
penetration. She was enjoying Innocence's visit to her 
seaside villa at Phallus-on-Sea, glad to provide her with the 
respite she knew her unusually endowed lover needed from 
the pressures of her film career.

She turned back to the word processor. She sighed deeply, 
stroking her nipples as they stretched out far in front of her. 
Her present project wasn't going too well. Her last 
children's book had been a great success. The advance 
sales were extremely gratifying and the reviews almost 
universally good. The Water Sport Babies, a story about 
young Tom, a young boy who was introduced to the 
delights of urination fun by a young girl he met after 
breaking into her house with the intent of stealing whatever 
he could find. The two children ran off together and the 
subsequent stories managed to incorporate a gallery of 
characters, including the boy's father, two of his teachers 
and several others who shared their appetite for pissing on 
each other in addition to, and often instead of, other forms 
of sexual play.

Her present book was more difficult. Honore's main 
difficulty was in keeping the sexual activity and other 
events acceptable to the intended rather young readership, 
while her own less palatable obsessions became more 
difficult to suppress in her work. Her present book, The 
Purple Badge of Disgrace, was set in a society where 
children and their parents habitually shaved off all their 
hair, from their heads as well as their pubic regions, and 
where clothes were totally unknown. The central character, 
Lasagne, was a young girl of about twelve accustomed to 
sucking her father's penis, making love to her mother and 
her girlfriends from school, and had even once had anal 
intercourse with one of her teachers as a reward for good 
behaviour. In these regards she was no different to the 
other children and adults of her country, the Cunt Federacy, 
which sanctioned and indeed encouraged all such 
perversions.

However, a couple of strangers join her school from 
another country, where quite different ethical codes 
prevailed. One is a boy of about fifteen and the other a girl 
of about Lasagne's age, Paella, who wears her national 
costume: a blouse, white socks, black shoes and an enormous 
dildo. Her brother wears a dress and a lot of makeup. 
Paella befriends Lasagne, and the two of them enjoy 
normally permitted sex with each other: although Lasagne 
becomes very curious of Paella's dildo which she never 
removes, any more than her similarly attired mother ever 
removes hers. However, while playing around they are 
discovered by Paella's brother, Jerez, who gets excited 
about Lasagne's body and proceeds to rape her. It was at 
this point that Honore became aware that her book was 
moving away from its normal bounds of respectability. 
Rape was just something that never happened in children's 
books. What was also troubling her was that her plans for 
the rest of the book strayed even further along these 
lines.

In the Cunt Federacy, virginity is a prized asset, 
particularly as it was so relatively easy to lose. A girl's 
virginity was traditionally reserved for her father, and then 
at her thirteenth birthday or later. Paella and her family 
were unaware of the strength of the taboo in the Cunt 
Federacy and, after Jerez has deflowered Lasagne, despite 
her protests, her cunt is then invaded by Paella's dildo, 
Paella's mother's dildo and lastly Paella's father's prick. Her 
cunt is a bloody, painful mess and she protests loudly and 
tearfully. She eventually runs away, blood running down 
the inside of her thin thighs, and tells her parents of her 
ordeal. Her troubles aren't over yet. Her parents are furious 
that she should lose her virginity so easily. Her father rapes 
her. Then he takes her to a tattooist who etches a tattoo 
of an erect penis on her face with globules of semen 
spurting out of its purple glans and spread over her cheeks 
and forehead.

Wearing this purple badge of disgrace, Lasagne then has a 
very horrid time at school where she becomes the butt of 
sexual bullying, unfair discrimination by her teachers and 
is totally ignored by Paella and Jerez. She is nicknamed 
Prickface. She is determined to leave school and the Cunt 
Federacy for somewhere where she can have her accursed 
tattoo removed and lead a normal life again. Honore knew 
that as the story stood, there was virtually no chance that it 
would be accepted by her normal readership and there was 
a fair chance that it might never be published at all. Why 
then was she still writing the book? Shouldn't she just 
abandon it and write a children's book more like those she 
normally wrote? What about her projected retelling of the 
stories of Hans Christian Andersen with rather more sexual 
intercourse than the original author had ever imagined? Or 
her project of writing the story of a doctor who fucked all 
sorts of animals and had won their eternal respect, and 
eventually ended up fucking a prince who had a camel with 
two pricks called the fuckmifuckyu?

She glanced back at Innocence and Hyacinth. The child 
was resting in Innocence's arms, her eyes closed and a 
thumb in her mouth. Innocence was looking down at the 
child with an indulgent smile, so like her and so unlike the 
dark passions that so easily stirred inside Honore. What 
was the pleasure she got from watching Innocence fuck 
Hyacinth? Was it the pleasure of seeing her current 
girlfriend being penetrated by her lover and the hope that it 
brought both of them great pleasure? Or, more sinisterly, 
was it Honore indulging a rape fantasy, watching a young 
girl with an immature vagina being penetrated until her 
maidenhead split and the blood dribbled down her legs? 
Did Honore get pleasure from seeing a child lose her 
virginity in such a way? And by a freak like Innocence?

Honore blanched. She looked back at the words on the 
screen. She scrolled it up several pages, reviewing the odd 
sentence as it went by. She'd have to abandon this book. 
She was sure of that. It was too adult for children and not 
adult enough in stylistic terms for adults. Perhaps she 
should start writing books for adults. Honore frowned. Her 
previous attempts at that genre had not been marked by 
great success. Her Stephen Fucker never quite achieved the 
affect of describing a young man's discovery of his great 
lovemaking skills in a way that expressed how very good 
these skills were. Her Pricks and More Pricks never quite 
built up a truly sympathetic view of her panoply of 
characters beyond their possession of oversized penises. 
Her Sex Professor was rather better at airing her views 
about sex with children than developing the character of 
the protagonist or the plot.

Oh well! sighed Honore, as she saved her manuscript to hard 
disk and closed the file. She looked at the list of suggested 
titles she had stored in her Work in Progress directory, and 
selected Doctor Dildo, her idea of a book concerning an 
amiable lover of animals. She'd start off by having the 
good doctor fuck a parrot, she snarled to herself with a bit 
of venom. She lifted the weight of her breasts off the 
desk, and placed them underneath, very nearly resting on 
the top of her thighs, and commenced by typing the first 
letter in as large and exotic a font as she could find.

Honore ran a magazine for her young readership called 13, 
ostensibly written by young fans of her literature that 
included  erotica featuring themselves and their sexual 
fantasies, but in actual fact mostly written by Honore 
and used principally to promote her books. The current 
editor was supposedly young Delphinium, one of her 
favourite child lovers, but her only real contribution 
was to pose for the editorial photograph and to lend her 
signature to the editorial articles Honore had written. 
It was published every two months and featured short 
stories, photographic cartoons with word-balloons and 
several soft-core photographs of her several lovers and 
children, who with the permission of their parents, 
wanted them included. 

Innocence's presence at her home in Phallus-On-Sea was 
an opportunity Honore didn't want to miss. Innocence's 
fame in erotic films had not quite spread as far as her target 
readership, but she knew that photographs of her would 
attract a wider readership than usual. So, instead of the 
usual photographs of naked pop singers or actors, Honore 
proposed to Innocence that she pose for the magazine and 
appear on the front cover. Innocence hesitated at first. 
However much she enjoyed making love to children, she 
didn't really want this fact broadcast too widely in the fear 
it might typecast her to a particular role she was happiest 
accepting relatively infrequently.

"Don't worry!" said Honore with a smile. "13 isn't a 
hardcore magazine at all. The nearest to sex I'd require is 
an erect penis." She gripped Innocence's member in her 
fingers and stroked it slightly. "I'm sure that that's 
something you'd have no difficulty in supplying," she 
added with wonder, as Innocence's penis swelled from the 
attention.

Innocence nodded. "Yes, I'll do it! I'm sure it'll do me no 
harm."

The photograph session took place several days later when 
Honore had persuaded her usual photographer to come all the 
way from his photographic studio in Brook to Honore's 
seaside home. She also contacted little Delphinium, also in 
Brook, who came along with her mother. Delphinium was 
delighted on arrival to at last divest herself of the 
unfamiliar oppression of clothes. Honore introduced Innocence 
to the little girl, now more like fourteen than the thirteen 
years of the magazine's title, and smiled as Delphinium 
expressed wonderment at Innocence's prick.

"It's really nice. Nicer even than my Dad's!" she 
exclaimed. "Ooh! I'd love to suck it! Do I get to suck it, 
Honore?"

"No. Well, at least not for the camera. There are other 
magazines for that kind of photograph. However, I'm 
sure Innocence will allow you to suck it when we're not 
filming, won't you?"

Innocence smiled. "I'd be glad to!"

The actual session took place on the beach not far from 
Honore's home. It started with Delphinium getting her 
wish to fellate Innocence while the photographer set up his 
equipment and Honore and young Hyacinth sat together, their 
arms around each other. Innocence soon achieved full erection, 
which was not at all difficult given Delphinium's skill 
at fellatio much enhanced by her compulsive reading of the 
magazine for which she was nominal editor. The photographer 
then requested Innocence to pose in several positions while 
he clicked away excitedly, sometimes barking out particular 
specific instructions: "Lower your hand and stroke it!" 
"Fondle the balls, lovey!" "Put your finger up your arse. 
Deeper! Ah, perfect!"

Honore enjoyed the shoot while Hyacinth and Delphinium 
rolled together in the sand, re-acquainting themselves with 
each other and preparing for their own later appearance in 
the magazine. This came soon after Innocence reached full 
climax with the photographer's urging and released a few 
globules of semen onto the sand and onto her legs.  Honore 
was sure that this was one photograph that wouldn't be 
included in 13, but might get used in promotional literature. 
Innocence then sat down with Honore, her head between Honore's 
enormous breasts, and watched as the photographer filmed 
Hyacinth and Delphinium making love. Hyacinth's bottom 
was raised above Delphinium's face, the little girl's tongue 
exciting the smooth bare clitoris while Hyacinth 
reciprocated with her tongue and fingers.

"Uugghh!" complained Hyacinth, at one point, raising her 
head while the photographer continued snapping away. 
"There's an awful lot of sand in this cunt!"

Honore smiled, stroking her massive nipples at arm's 
length. "That's alright! We'll airbrush that out of the 
photo."

"But it tastes horrid!" Hyacinth objected.

The next phase of the session was with Delphinium and 
Innocence together, the famous penis once again erect and, 
on Honore's insistence, Delphinium expressing rather more 
interest in sucking and licking Innocence's breast and 
mouth than her prick. She was allowed to hold it, however, 
and she enjoyed Innocence's penis rubbing up and down 
her bare belly, still slightly rounded by puppy-fat.

Honore, Delphinium and Innocence worked together on the 
actual preparation of the magazine. Innocence was to be on 
the front cover, her penis erect and a slight trace of semen 
on her glans, with an inset photograph of Delphinium 
together with Innocence. Above Innocence were the magazine's 
title and the headings of the various articles inside: My 
First Tampon. Finding the Right Sized Dildo. Latest Honore 
L'Oeuf Book - Review.

Inside the magazine was Delphinium's editorial, with a 
picture of the editor together with Innocence, and a series 
of short paragraphs written by Honore in a deliberately 
childish style, much punctuated by exclamation marks and 
capital letters, which raved about what a great actress 
Innocence was, how lucky she was to be blessed with such 
a wonderful willy, and one with so much functionality, and 
made discreet reference to Honore's latest book. This was 
called The Semen Swallowers and the Amazons and was 
about some children who discovered a secret island 
where they could play sex games together without fear of 
their parents finding out.

The magazine featured mostly articles about Honore's 
books and those of other writers, such as Cheval Blanc, 
who wrote similar children's fiction. The photographs of 
Innocence, both alone and with Delphinium, dominated the 
rest of the magazine, interspersed with a short story, 
supposedly based on the nominal editor's own sexual 
experiences, featuring photographs of her with Hyacinth. 
What Honore didn't want to let Delphinium know, but 
knew would soon be apparent, was that as the child 
was getting older, it would soon be necessary to find 
another nominal editor and retire Delphinium off. Her 
intention was to replace her with Hyacinth, but it was 
necessary to make the transition as painless as possible, 
and in the process find a role for Delphinium to play that 
would in some way compensate. However, it wouldn't be 
too long until Delphinium's nascent pubic hair became 
more difficult to remove and her body lost the childish 
proportions that made her so suitable. As Honore had no 
intention of publishing magazines for an older, teenage, 
readership, the best roles would probably be provided by 
publications more impressed by her fellatio and intercourse 
skills than by her extreme youth.

Honore was sitting down on the sofa of her living room 
admiring the naked beauty of her latest young lover, 
darling Lupin, who had only a few moments ago been 
introduced to her by her mother who was very keen, as so 
many mothers were, on her daughter being initiated in  
love by the great writer. She had left her study where she 
was working on her latest project about a wooden puppet 
called Pricchio, who had a permanently erect wooden 
penis, but desired more than anything to have a real penis 
which would occasionally go limp and could produce 
semen and piss just like any normal boy's. She hadn't got 
very far with the book, and had already contemplated, and 
dismissed, the idea that the boy's father should have sex 
with him, but amongst the characters she imagined for 
the boy's adventures were several animals and plenty of 
opportunity for bestial love.

Her thoughts at the moment were far away from her work 
and how the boy could have sex with an insect. They were 
concentrated on Lupin's slim figure. The girl's flat chest 
and bare vagina enflamed the lust within her enormous 
bosom. She speculated on the fun they would have 
together, her tongue around the smoothness of the girl's 
cunt, while Lupin squeezed and massaged her massive 
breasts. Then would come the opportunity she so relished 
of inviting Innocence to partake in the lovemaking. She 
imagined that familiar expression of wonderment and slight 
fear as Lupin regarded Innocence's erect penis, knowing that 
soon it would be thrusting between her legs, bringing forth 
that familiar trickle of blood as once again Innocence 
penetrated a girl's pristine hymen. She licked her tongue 
around her lips and opened her arms to summon the girl 
towards her.

It was at that moment, that Honore was interrupted by the 
doorbell. Who could that be? Honore asked herself 
irritably. It certainly wasn't a welcome interruption, but she 
knew that eventually one of her young lovers would answer 
the door. Sure enough, she heard the scamper of little feet 
as Moss, a young boy of twelve, ran down the staircase and 
dashed towards the door. Honore hesitated a bit. She didn't 
want to be too preoccupied if the visitor was for her. She 
cursed as Moss ran naked into the living room, his little 
penis flapping up and down as he ran.

"It's a woman. She says she's a friend of Innocence's. Shall 
I let her in?"

A friend of Innocence? 

Honore stood up irritated. "I'll see who she is," she announced. 
She wandered over to Lupin, whose long hair was tied into plaits 
that came down over her shoulders to below her deliciously 
smooth nipples. "Don't worry, sweetheart, I'll be back soon. I'm 
sure Moss will keep you company."

She walked over to the front door, her massive breasts 
drooping below her waist, but looking from behind remarkably 
slender for a woman of such assets. The woman waiting by the door 
was just a couple of years older than Innocence, with very short 
dark hair, a denim jacket fastened over a slim chest and the pubic 
hair between her slim legs uncultivated and luxurious. Honore 
shuddered slightly. She had never been attracted to so much hair 
on a woman's cunt, and the folds and creases of a well worn 
adult vagina didn't attract her nearly as much as the smooth 
contours of a child's.

"You say you're a friend of Innocence's?"

"Not just any friend," the girl announced proudly. "I'm 
Dodie. Innocence's lover from Congress."

"Dodie? Yes, Innocence has mentioned you. Have you 
come to stay?"

"Yes, if I may. Innocence said I could. It's been ages since 
she left for Phallus-On-Sea. It's almost as if we've not been 
lovers at all!"

"Perhaps so," mused Honore, who associated Innocence 
more with Twelve, Leon and Kedi than this strange hairy-
cunted girl. More than these other lovers, she also now had 
quite a strong case for Innocence's affection herself, as 
they shared the same bed and the same children almost every 
night. She nodded. "You better come in, then."

Dodie wandered in and looked about the house. "It's 
wonderful here!" she exclaimed. "I can see why Innocence 
has been reluctant to return home. She's told me all about 
you and your books. Are you writing one at the moment?"

"I'm always writing one," sniffed Honore.

Dodie glanced at the sitting room where Moss and Lupin 
were chatting together. "Innocence also told me about your 
lovers. Those are two of them there, aren't they?"

Honore nodded. "I don't know where Innocence is," she 
said, not wanting Dodie's lascivious eyes to rest too long 
on sweet little Lupin. "She's probably on the beach. Do you 
want to wait for her in the garden?"

"Yeah. I'll do that. Where is it?"

Honore led Dodie along to the garden, after the girl had 
removed her jacket but kept on the brief sleeveless tee-
shirt, which, except for a pair of espadrilles, was all she 
wore. The garden led down to the sea-front which could be 
seen over the wall. Hyacinth and Delphinium were playing sex 
games together on the grass, the head of one buried between 
the thighs of the other. As Honore wandered back to Lupin, she 
knew that a change had now taken place with regard to her 
relationship with Innocence. No longer could she claim any 
primacy in their lovemaking and she doubted whether Innocence 
would even contemplate making love with Lupin.

It was quite late in the evening when Honore next saw 
Innocence, who was now with the naked Dodie, their arms 
around each other and their faces wreathed in happy 
smiles. It was evident to Honore that the two had been 
fucking, as there was an unmistakeable glistening on 
Innocence's penis and Dodie's pubic hair was wet with semen. 
Honore was intent on Lupin, who had explored almost every 
part of her massive breasts. She had stroked her tiny cunt 
on the enormous nipples, allowing it to penetrate its widened 
opening, stretched apart by her tiny fingers. She had allowed 
the girl to nibble her clitoris and pubic hair with her sharp 
little teeth. She examined Innocence, whose penis was still 
slightly tumescent, while Dodie grasped it lovingly in her 
hand. She raised her eyebrows in silent query.

It was Dodie who spoke for Innocence. 

"You mustn't let me stop you enjoying yourself with Honore 
and her little virgin friend. Go ahead and have a good fuck!"

Innocence's face took on a pained expression. "What about 
you, Dodie? What will you do?"

"I imagine I'll be joining you," Dodie said with a smile. 
"I've always rather fancied little girls myself. And my life 
won't be complete without experiencing the pleasure of 
Honore's breasts."

Honore supported her monstrous paps in her hands, while 
Lupin continued to stroke her clitoris with her fingers. She 
couldn't very well refuse to extend her hospitality, although 
a meanness in her wanted to keep her love-life within the 
comfortable parameters she had become accustomed to. 
She studied Innocence's face in the hope that there was 
something about it that said she needn't be so generous, but 
it was clear to her that Innocence's affection for Dodie was 
as unfeigned as Dodie's for her. Oh well! she sighed to 
herself.

"Yes, come over here. Both of you! Meet Lupin. I've told 
her all about you, Innocence. She's been dying to get better 
acquainted."




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