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Title: {ASSM} Innocence Lost Ch. Thirty Three (33/36) {Bradley Stoke} (HFF)
Author: Bradley Stoke
Part: Chapter 33 of 36
Keywords: HFF
Short Summary: Blanche visits Innocence and Dodie in 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 and Dodie are living together in the city of Congress.
Chapter Thirty Three
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In Which Blanche returns to Innocence; consideration is
given on the sole pleasures of her virtues; and Dodie
learns more about Blanche.
Blanche didn't often visit Congress and when she did she
always hated the restrictions of wearing clothes, which on
a body as plump as hers was rarely as flattering as total
nudity would be. It was not something she could avoid for
too long as it was occasionally necessary her suppliers to
restock her bookshop in Brook. Running a business entails
considerable sacrifices. Her body was stifled within the
single white dress of thin material through which could be
glimpsed the darkness around her nipples and crotch. Blanche
envied those slim women who were able to get away with much
less than her. She admired the girls walking by, often
topless with very short hair. Her own preference was for
much longer hair, but she had no influence on fashion which
now dictated a very short haircut, sometimes shaved into a
tonsure or with strange patterns razored into the stubble.
She adored looking at the girls' bodies which were
somehow more sexy for wearing clothing, than for being
utterly naked, but this reflected more on the fact she was
far more accustomed to nudity. She was still sore from a
meeting with a supplier where as usual her bargaining power
was leveraged by the offer of sex, which, although less
than normally enjoyable, had at least resulted in a
substantial discount and a better working relationship.
Nevertheless, her thoughts as she observed the girls walking
by, their buttocks twitching as they passed and their
breasts either bared or enhanced by what little they did
wear, awakened her lust. If only she could just pluck one of
them from the street, take her back to her hotel room and
enjoy the full bounty of their flesh. She could imagine their
full lips against her cunt or her nipples, the teeth nibbling
away and her back arching with spasms of ecstasy pulsing
through her body. Unlikely, she reasoned, although she
might be fortunate enough to meet someone that evening in
the hotel bar who could see the attractions of the larger
woman and, be they male or female, provide her with the
lovemaking she yearned for.
One girl particularly caught Blanche's eye in a department
store. She was looking though a selection of bed-linen
and holding the sheets up to the light. She was topless,
with baggy khaki shorts and blonde hair onto her shoulders.
Her skin was tanned gold and Blanche reasoned from her ease
with her body that she was a girl who'd spent much of her
life in the nude. There would be no trace of the white
patches around the crotch which so distinguished tourists
in Brook. The girl put down the bed linen and turned to
examine some ethnic lampshades. It was then that Blanche
recognised her as Innocence who she'd not seen for such
a very long time.
"Innocence, sweetheart," Blanche simpered, approaching
her and smiling. "I didn't know you lived in Congress."
Innocence turned around, and grinned broadly. "Hello.
What are you doing here?"
"Oh, business. That's all," Blanche replied. "How's
Chastity? The last I heard, you were both living together in
Labia."
Innocence seemed a little discomfited by this reference. "I
haven't seen Chastity for a long time. I don't know where
she's living now."
"Is she still a student?"
"I don't know. I don't think so. I have a flat in Congress
now with my girlfriend, Dodie. Do you want to come and
see it?"
"Why, I'd love to!" exclaimed Blanche, her crotch already
tingling. She hadn't forgotten Innocence's peculiar
attractions. She was even more impressed when she arrived
at Innocence's flat, which was much larger than she expected.
She knew how expensive property was in Congress, and to have
one so spacious in such a well-appointed area, and so
opulently furnished, was a testament to wealth.
"Is Dodie some kind of heiress?" she asked.
"No," laughed Innocence. "No! She hardly earns anything.
She does all sorts of things, but I don't think any of them
make her make very much money."
"Then, how can you afford all this? Have you inherited
some money?"
"Not at all! Didn't you know? I'm a film star. It's all my
money."
"Film star? I haven't seen any of your films."
"It's a specialised market," Innocence explained, indicating
a poster on the wall which showed her making love to a
man and a very young-looking girl, her penis in the girl's
anus while the man's prick was engaged in the vagina. "I
take it you don't watch these kind of films."
Blanche shook her head. "I prefer reading about it.
Somehow the imagination is so much sexier than the
real thing."
She wandered towards Innocence, who looked so beautiful
framed against the light coming through the windows, her
slender figure silhouetted and her breasts full and firm.
Blanche so wanted to touch them. Innocence could see this
and smiled welcomingly.
"You must feel very strange in the city wearing so many
clothes. Take them off if you like, just as you did when you
stayed with me and my family."
"Can I?" asked Blanche, gratefully easing the dress off her
round shoulders, letting the full roundness and softness of
her flesh once again shiver in the slight coolness of the air.
She stood naked facing Innocence, glancing down at
Innocence's shorts which she knew contained so much
unexpected beauty and potency. Innocence followed her
glance and then with a smile and no words, eased the
shorts down revealing a tumescent penis which began to swell
and throb as soon as it felt the afternoon air. It jerked
excitedly as pulsing courses of blood pumped into it.
"Oh! It's so beautiful!" gasped Blanche, dropping on her
knees in front of Innocence and taking the length of it
into her mouth. She opened her mouth as wide as she could
and let the penis slide over her tongue, past her tonsils
and into the constrictions of her throat. She grasped
Innocence by the buttocks, which undulated with their own
rhythm pushing again and again at Blanche's throat.
Blanche's cunt dribbled with anticipation, which she
chose to ignore until it was truly ready.
And then, when she felt she could hold it back no longer,
with both her tubby fingers and Innocence's much
slenderer ones pushing deeper and deeper through the
smooth folds of flesh, stimulating her cunt and arse into
dripping agony. And then, gasping from the passion
shuddering through the mass of white flesh that jiggled
with the penis's persistent thrusts into her mouth, she
lovingly withdrew it and transferred it to her cunt which
swallowed it whole with ease and a little squelch. She lay
back while watching Innocence on top of her thrust in
and out, now so much more expert than when they'd first
made love, her beautiful firm breasts arching above her and
her penis thrusting deeper and deeper into her, propelling
her into orgasm after orgasm, forcing out gasps of pleasure
that reverberated about the flat.
She could feel that Innocence was about to come. "In the
mouth! The mouth!" She cried urgently. She loved the taste
of semen and it was a long time since she'd tasted
Innocence's. Her beautiful lover obliged, reluctantly
withdrawing her prick and placing its twitching stiffness
inside Blanche's mouth, from which emerged a slightly
diluted mixture of semen and saliva which she tasted,
swallowed some and allowed the rest to dribble down her
cheek and in globules onto the upper reaches of her
mountainous breasts. Innocence pulled out her
shrivelled penis while Blanche smiled.
"This is certainly better than reading about it!" she
admitted. "Sometimes the imagination just isn't
everything!"
Blanche stayed for a few days in Innocence's flat in the
bedroom once occupied by Algebra. As she lay beneath the
sheets she could hear giggling and sniggering from the
room next to her. That must be Dodie with Innocence,
Blanche mused. She didn't know what to make of the young
girl whose attitudes and lifestyle were so different from
her own, and quite different again from Innocence's. She
wondered what was that brought the two together. Whatever
it was, the passion of their love-life wasn't feigned. She
let a pudgy hand wander along the length of her thighs,
while caressing her nipples with her other hand. The sounds
emerging from the other room began to change in character.
The giggling and teasing was replaced by heavier breathing
and a slow but rhythmic thud thud on the mattress.
Blanche's hands lowered down the bed, impulsively
throwing aside the restrictions of the duvet covering her so
she could feel the night air against her naked skin. Her
fingers trailed over the round contours of her stomach
and then, finding the moist and welcoming entrance to her
cunt under the folds and dimples of her flesh, she eased her
fingers in, deeper and deeper, twigging her swollen vagina,
easing back the fleshy lips and squeezing in first one and
then two of her pudgy fingers. From the room next door, the
rhythm of Innocence's and Dodie's lovemaking had become
faster, more violent, more insistent. The bed rocked back
and forth, the back of the mattress occasionally thumping
against the wall, a high shrill cry emitted in spasms of
ecstasy. Blanche's cunt became juicier and more liquid as
she envisaged each of Innocence's thrusts as her beautiful
penis pushed again and again at Dodie's hairy cunt, between
those angular legs, those child-like knees, those fatfree
thighs and that bony arse pushed again and again onto the
mattress.
Perhaps, Blanche wondered, two hands now pummelling
her cunt, Dodie was being penetrated in the arse. There
was certainly an urgency and passion in her cries now that
made it very likely to Blanche that she was. She could
imagine her, arse in the air, while Innocence gripped her
around the waist, her knees between Dodie's thighs, her
penis pushing into the still hairy but much more puckered
hole at the rear. Blanche allowed a finger to wander to
her rear, using the vaginal juices to lubricate its entrance,
and two and then three fingers, arching up as much as
her bulk allowed her to push her fingers against the ones
pushing in from the front.
Dodie and Innocence were shrieking now. Cries which
would have awoken Blanche had she been asleep. Dodie's
voice the deeper and less feminine while Innocence gave
the little gasps of passionate relief that Blanche enjoyed so
much in her earlier acquaintance. She remembered those
early encounters, Innocence's penis deep in her mouth
while Chastity shared her attention and her cunt between
the two of them. She gasped weakly, surrendered to her
fantasies, as her fingers pushed and pushed, the rhythm
of her bed beginning to match that of a similar mass in
the room adjacent.
And then release! She knew it was after that achieved by
Dodie and Innocence as she heard them whispering
together, their arms and bodies no doubt intertwined, as the
pulses of orgasm shuddered through her body in wave after
wave, leaving her exhausted and wasted, the strong smell
of her vagina permeating the room and on her fingers and a
simpering look of passion engraved on her face. She pulled
up the duvet to cover the round mass of her body. She
desperately desired Innocence's body. She could barely wait
for the next opportunity for Innocence's penis to plunge
inside her again. She could almost taste the penis on her
mouth, the delicious richness of semen sliding down her
throat.
There was no doubt in Blanche's mind of the sincerity of
Dodie's love for Innocence. During her brief stay at their
flat she had many opportunities to see its manifestations.
Dodie's hands were rarely, if ever, separated from
Innocence's penis, idly holding it while the couple
watched television, following her into the kitchen
when she was preparing food and holding it from behind as
her lover was cutting the vegetables, kneeling between
Innocence's young slender thighs and taking long
lingering mouthfuls of it between her lips. How could
anyone have so much energy and passion? Blanche
wondered from a distance, not sure whether to avert her
eyes or to relish the sight of such beautiful coupling.
Meal-times were as much passionate affairs as any other,
while Dodie put forkful after forkful into her mouth with
her left hand (she was left-handed), her other hand still
clasped what was sometimes a deservedly exhausted organ
between Innocence's ever naked thighs. When Innocence
returned home, Dodie leapt up from whatever she was doing
and run up to her lover, ease off her clothes and
there and then lead her into the bedroom or just onto the
hallway floor, opening her legs and letting the full
length of Innocence's ever-ready penis slide easily into her
lubricated cunt. Blanche sometimes felt envy. She'd never
enjoyed a relationship as passionate nor as insatiable as her
two hostesses. She knew that her own lovemaking with
Innocence, however passionate and orgasmic, lacked the
intensity and persistence of Dodie's.
And this was combined with a love life that the two lovers
pursued when not together. Innocence made love with her
co-stars while filming and with other friends and
acquaintances. A part of Innocence's love life was dedicated
to Blanche, moments she treasured and enjoyed with passion,
unable to get enough of that beautiful feminine body: so
curvaceous, slim and receptive, and that powerful thrusting
penis pulsing again and again that rich tasting semen that
Blanche loved taking down her throat, pleased to allow the
small dribble to seep through her lips, run down her chin
and onto her massive breasts. Dodie also had a rich sex
life, which she kept no secret, sometimes recounting her
passionate encounters and even bringing her lovers into the
flat to enjoy passionate love while Innocence and Blanche
sat together in the living room, Innocence showing nothing
but indulgent pleasure as Dodie's shrill cries of pleasure
echoed around the confines of the flat and the back of the
bed thumped insistently against the wall.
Dodie was an attractive woman, although not in the most
obvious ways. Compared to her she was very thin. Almost a
stick of a woman. She was thin compared even to the full
contours of Innocence's slender body, with breasts which,
when they were revealed, were barely more than mounds on
her chest with prominent nipples that pressed hard and firm
against the tee-shirts she most often wore, even when all
else was removed. She hardly ever hid her hirsute vagina,
which had probably never been trimmed and easily accounted
for more luxuriance than the hair on her head. Her bony face
had a harshness about it in repose which so easily softened
into near soppiness whenever she commenced her
lovemaking with Innocence.
It was inevitable that Blanche should get to know Dodie
better, though at the time it didn't seem inevitable at
all. Innocence was out and Dodie had returned after a day
working in a record shop which was one of the several
occasional jobs she did more to enliven her life than
for the meagre pay it afforded her. It was almost like
pocket money for her: Innocence was bringing in more
than was adequate from the sale of her videos. Blanche
had been negotiating with suppliers in Congress who had
access to imported literature in translation that interposed
experimentation in language and structure with sexual habits
which were at best unpleasant and at worst lethal. She wasn't
too sure she enjoyed the admixture of torture and rape with
lingering unfinished sentences, time reversal and flowery
exuberance, but she knew that there was a ready market for
this kind of literature, so she was eager to get some onto
her bookshelves. Her own feelings as she read the
beautifully poetic accounts of multiple rape with
broomhandles, slow removal of fingernails, the inexorable
peeling off of vaginal layers and the gradual insertion of
chair-legs up anuses were not ones of pleasure. In fact,
she put the books to one side, yearning for the simple
certainties of Honore L'Oeuf's pederastic fantasies. She
even longed for those tedious novels where clothes were
divested chapter after chapter and the sex scenes
repetitive and predictable.
Dodie watched Blanche sitting on the sofa reading one of
the books she'd bought, the translated title being Barbed
Wire Brassiere, Blanche squirming at the descriptions of
blood dripping down breasts that were torn to pieces by the
unpleasant underwear of the title. It was at least preferable
to Razor Blade Knickers by the same author. Dodie sat
next to Blanche, who was grateful for the diversion,
wearing a short tee-shirt with the picture of a rhinoceros
fucking a hippopotamus. As usual, she wore nothing else
except a pair of laced boots that came halfway up her
lower leg. Without bothering to say anything, she leaned
her head on Blanche's shoulder and trailed a hand over
Blanche's thigh.
"Good book?" She asked.
"A bit gruesome," admitted Blanche. "I don't know what
people see in this kind of stuff."
"But you still read it," Dodie observed, smiling, putting a
hand on Blanche's chin and turning her head round to face
her. She stared into Blanche's face, with a strange
simpering smile. "You know, for such a large woman
you're very attractive. How do you keep your skin so white,
living in Brook?"
"I just don't go out in the sun very often."
"Is that so?" Asked Dodie, before pressing her lips onto
Blanche's, burying her tongue into her unresisting mouth.
Blanche responded in form, heaving around her bulk and
pulling Dodie's slender bony body against the folds and
cushions of her flesh. Dodie swivelled about and climbed
onto Blanche's body, a finger twiddling her nipple and
another caressing the vagina obscured beneath the piled
folds of flesh that was her stomach. Blanche heaved
back, overwhelmed by a shudder of pleasure, allowing
Dodie to slide down between her open legs and bury her
stubbled head between the soft wobbling fat of her thighs.
By the time Innocence returned, Dodie and Blanche were
rolling about on the floor, Blanche gasping and panting as
Dodie workmanlike massaged and exercised her sensitive
flesh. The two of them looked up expectantly as Innocence
stood over them, already freed of her clothes, her long hair
falling over her face, and her penis stirring at the sight
of such mismatched bodies in such passionate embrace. Her
breasts arched, her nipples coning out hard and firm, the
smooth roundness of them so incongruous above the penis
that was twitching into life. Dodie looked at Blanche and
Blanche at Dodie, and the two of them at Innocence, both
overwhelmed with desire for the girl.
Then Dodie parted her legs. "Take me, Innocence. Take
me!"
"And me!" Pleaded Blanche doing the same thing, but less
able to display the full glory of her cunt. "Take us both!"
"Both?" Innocence queried, excited at the idea, her penis
now fully erect, like a shiny pink pillar of pleasure. It took
little more persuasion and the three of them were rolling
about on the floor, Innocence's penis now in Dodie and now in
Blanche, thrusting back and forth, now engulfed in folds of
fat and now banging hip bone against hip bone. Blanche lay
back as Innocence plied at her, Dodie's tongue deep in her
mouth, and she knew not whose fingers were caressing her
breasts and clitoris.
This was what it was about, she mused, still disturbed even
in her moments of passion by images of the suffering of the
heroine of Barbed Wire Brassiere and her fears of what Penis
Lacerators might be about. Not violence, humiliation and
death. The meaning of sex was love and loving. Without
them, sex was empty and meaningless. She smiled at
Innocence as she thrust again and again into her cunt.
There need never be a dark side to sex when love unified
the act. She needed love first and sex was no more than the
bonus which lubricated and reinforced that love, however
temporary and however necessary it was for her to return
home to Brook and her bookshop.
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