Innocence knew by now that taking clothes off did not usually mean total nudity to clients, and she’d already informed Dodie of the fact. Dodie had covered her short hair with a long wig and some tight leather clothes, under which she wore black nylon stockings and lace suspenders. Following Innocence’s example she took off her leather skirt and jacket, and then, with the same exaggerated slowness exhibited by Innocence she pulled down her satin knickers to reveal the full hairiness of her crotch. The man, however, was much more interested in Innocence’s penis when its flabby length appeared from beneath the hand that discreetly and theatrically covered it while her knickers were disentangled from the high stiletto heels which caught up in them.
“It’s real, yes? It’s a real prick? And you’re a real girl, yes? Like the agency promised? Not a man with pumped up tits and silicone padding out the buttocks. Yes?”
“This is the way I was born and this is the way I am,” announced Innocence, repeating a line she’d used with rather more clients than she cared to remember. “It’s a real penis and I can prove it to you if you like.”
“Yes, I would like that. Yes,” continued the man, who Innocence was sure she vaguely recognised from somewhere. While the man kneeled down on the carpet between her legs and licked and sucked her penis, she tried to remember where she might have seen him before. She smiled sadly at Dodie who hovered uncertainly near the mantel-piece wondering what she ought to do while Innocence was receiving such exclusive attention.
Innocence had plenty of time to reflect on who the man was as the evening proceeded. He had paid for the two girls to stay overnight; costing what even now seemed to Innocence an enormous amount of money. Enough to pay off the television and the sofa. And that was before the inevitable tips. She and Dodie were soon to stage lovemaking in front of the man, knowing their client would intervene when he reached his desired state of arousal.
This was the first time she had ever made love to a woman, particularly Dodie, wearing such ludicrous underwear except in front of the camera, and a very strange experience it was too. The feel of nylon smooth against her thighs. The brush of lace against her face. The tight grip of the bra straps digging into Dodie’s chest just below her tiny breasts as she pulled them down to reveal the full size of her swelling nipples. There was still the familiar smell of Dodie’s cunt and the full exuberance of pubic hair rubbing against her lips and catching in the gaps between her teeth. There was still the ooze of Dodie’s juices welcoming Innocence’s penis as she entered and the never less than genuine cry of pleasure from her lover as she responded to Innocence’s thrusts and burst into repeated and insistent cries of ecstasy and orgasmic joy. And the ease in which her lubricated anus permitted her penis to slide in gently hitting the slight resistance of her duodenum against her thrusts.
Innocence nearly forgot the presence of the man who had in the meantime divested himself of his clothes and was now wearing stockings and suspenders over his hairy legs, a bra over the thick wiry hairs of his chest and a satsuma in his mouth. He was still wearing his thick glasses. He then entered deep inside Innocence’s arse crying in a curious strangled way as he penetrated her. “Yes!” He cried. “Yes yes yes!” He gripped her around the shoulders and one hand pawed Dodie’s breasts.
He was very brutal in his lovemaking, and he was only interested in anal entry. He totally ignored Dodie’s vagina and was not even very keen on Innocence penetrating her there. He pushed Dodie down onto the ground, her face buried into the carpet as he thrust again and again into her arse while Innocence was instructed to enter his hairy arse from behind, some of the matted hair of which interfered with the natural rhythm of Innocence’s thrusts. Innocence worried about Dodie. The man wasn’t especially interested in her as a human being. She was nothing more than a tight orifice to be repeatedly battered into.
He withdrew his penis and Innocence noticed with a pang that it was slightly discoloured by shit and a trace of blood. This clearly excited him. “Look at it, yes!” he cried. “It’s you that is, yes! It’s you that shit!” He then thrust it straight into Dodie’s mouth, pulling her body round so that it could enter her without Innocence having to retract from him and Dodie sucked his penis with an expression of disgust and distaste the man found even more exciting. “You don’t like the taste of shit, do you? Yes? Shall I shit in your mouth? Shall I piss on you? Yes?”
Fortunately, Dodie was spared these indignities as the mere thought of such toilet fun caused him to instantly ejaculate which he sprayed over Dodie’s face. “See if you like spunk, bitch! Tastes good, yes? Better than shit, yes?”
As the man collapsed onto the carpet with his arms wrapped around Dodie and her, Innocence was able to look longer at the man’s face. He never usually dressed so bizarrely, but he almost certainly wore the same thick glasses. She eventually placed him. Of course, it was obvious for someone who owned a flat in this part of the city. He was a senior minister in the government. Innocence wasn’t sure whether it was in defence or education or maybe he was the Minister for the Arts. Perhaps she’d seen pictures of him leaving the theatre with his pretty wife balanced on his arm. As far as Innocence knew, he was the most senior person with whom she’d ever had sex.
Unfortunately, the minister soon regained his appetite for sex and this continued to be at least as bizarre as his tastes had already proved to be. He had both Dodie and Innocence piss straight into his mouth. He lay underneath Innocence as she crapped onto his face which he then proceeded to eat and smother into his nose. He had Dodie lash at him with the flex of a television aerial, and then had her push a carrot deep inside his arse while Innocence squeezed his prick with a large paper clip. He put his head in a bin liner and yelped as both Dodie and Innocence flayed him with belts and braces. He then insisted on spending the night in the bath in the fetid smell of turds and urine he coated on himself.
“I don’t think I want to do this ever again!” sighed Dodie, wrapping her abused body around Innocence’s as they lay in the bed that the man had so considerately left empty for them. “I never believed that sex could be so joyless and disgusting.”
Innocence kissed Dodie tenderly. “After tonight, and what he’ll be paying us,” she said with a smile, “I don’t think either of us will ever need to.”
XXVII
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 fa
n 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 mu
ch 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!
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