Innocence stirred as a hand stroked her penis, erect as it almost always was in the morning. It took her penis, stroking and caressing it. It could only be Dodie, smiled Innocence, opening her eyes just a little and looking over indulgently at her lover. It was with a shock she realised that the hand vigorously pumping her penis belonged not to Dodie but to Kitty whose body was enmeshed with Dodie, their mouths firmly glued together and her other hand playing with Dodie’s tiny breasts. Innocence sat up with alarm, firmly brushing Kitty’s hand aside. The young girl appeared not to notice, returning it to Dodie’s body, whose fingers were deep inside the girl’s moist vagina.
“What are you doing, Dodie?” asked Innocence, getting no answer. “You know that Mrs Giles expressly forbade us from…”
“What are you doing, Kitty?” asked another voice by the door. Innocence glanced over with even more alarm to see a naked Fanny standing there, a hand cupping her bare vagina and her other arm leaning against the door. “You know you shouldn’t of! I’ll tell Mummy on you, I will. I’ll tell on you.”
Kitty took no more notice than Dodie, returning her attention to the hairy recesses of Dodie’s hirsute pubis. Fanny stared at Innocence’s erect penis which was twitching with the eroticism of the incident, and freed from the cover of the sheets.
“You’ve got a willy. Just like Daddy’s. In fact, it’s bigger than Daddy’s. I’ll tell. I’ll tell!”
With that Fanny dashed out of the room. Oh No! exclaimed Innocence, leaping out of the bed and throwing on the towel, which was the only covering available to her, and chasing after the child. She ran down the corridor to the parents’ bedroom where she found Mr and Mrs Giles having sex with Rover. Mr Giles’s penis was embedded into his son’s anus, while he in turn was thrusting in and out of his mother, who supported herself by grasping the metal rungs of the bed rest. As Mr Giles thrust in and out of the tight little hole, Fanny pinched at his bottom.
“What is it, Fanny love? Can’t you see Mummy and Daddy are busy?”
Innocence stood helplessly at the doorway. “It’s Kitty. She and the girl with no tits are fucking together. I saw them. They are! Come and look!”
“What?!” roared her father, abruptly withdrawing his penis. It was long thin and still erect, slightly brown with excrement. “You’re not fibbing are you, Kitty?”
She gestured over her bare breast. “Cross my heart and hope to die! They are, Daddy! I saw them!” She noticed Innocence by the door, and pointed at her accusingly. “She was there as well! She can tell you! And, Daddy, she’s got a willy! Just like yours.”
“Now, you are fibbing!” her father exclaimed, jumping towards Innocence who was shivering in the towel. “So, missis, what have you and your breastless friend been doing to my daughter?”
He grabbed Innocence by the hair and her towel fell down to her ankles, revealing what she’d been hiding so assiduously.
“So! Fanny wasn’t lying. We’ve got a fucking pervert here!”
He slapped Innocence forcefully across the face, throwing her onto the floor and her head against the wall.
“Let’s see what your sluttish friend is doing!”
Innocence lay on the floor one hand nestling the bruise she could feel swelling on her cheek and the other now uselessly guarding her penis. Rover and Mrs Giles also stopped fucking, Rover pulling his penis slowly out of his Mother’s anus and droplets of semen bursting out and trickling down the smooth hairs of his young legs. They chased after the father, while Innocence slowly picked herself up. She heard a loud slap coming from the bedroom she’d slept in, followed by a loud cry of indignation that could only come from Dodie and a torrent of tears she imagined belonged to Kitty.
She ran into the bedroom fearing the worst.
Dodie lay on the bed nursing her chin while Kitty stood beside her father, who had an upraised hand. “It wasn’t me, Daddy! It was her. I didn’t, Daddy. I didn’t. Don’t beat me! Don’t bugger me again like last time!”
“Is that true?” Mr Giles demanded of Dodie.
“It isn’t!” Dodie replied assertively, tears unconsciously welling in her eye. “I was lying in bed, and she came and joined me. I told her not to, but she insisted.”
“You liar!” shrieked Kitty. “It was you! You came into the bedroom while I was sleeping with Rover. You asked me to join you.”
“And you agreed, did you?” shouted her father, slapping her forcefully with the back of his hand, pushing her onto the bed, a small red drop emerging from a nostril.
“I didn’t! I didn’t!” Kitty shrieked, huddling onto the pillow where she’d fallen. “I didn’t! It was all her fault!”
Dodie and Innocence weren’t to spend very much longer there. Dodie leapt up off the bed, and ran off out of the bedroom grabbing Innocence as she went.
“My clothes!” gasped Innocence as she was pulled along, looking askance at her still erect penis that waggled from side to side as she ran.
“Fuck your clothes!” hissed Dodie, pulling open the front door and the two of them dashed out into the morning drizzle, through the mud in the front garden. Mr Giles raced to the door, and a chorus of large dogs began barking in the courtyard as he shouted at them.
“You bastards! You fucking bastards! I’ll get you! I’ll fucking get you!” he cried.
Dodie and Innocence ran and ran, not wanting to look back, in case they were to see Mr Giles running behind them, still naked and perhaps waving a gun or a stick. They dodged off the mud-strewn cattle-track, into some woodland and ran through the darkness of the trees, drops of rain falling off the leaves onto their naked flesh, until panting, gasping and shattered, they paused in the darkness.
They listened intently. There was no noise that could be attributed to any of the Giles family. The only sounds were the distant barking of dogs and the drip of rain off the trees. Innocence and Dodie embraced, naked and miserable.
“Were you telling the truth?” Innocence asked at last.
“The truth?”
“About you and Kitty. Was it true that she came into the bedroom?”
“Yes, that was true,” asserted Dodie.
Innocence gazed into Dodie’s eyes. She knew her lover well enough to see that she wasn’t being wholly truthful. “Why did she come into the bedroom then? Had you asked her to?”
“No!” said Dodie forcefully, but then seeing the intensity of Innocence’s stare, she smiled guiltily. “Well, not exactly asked her…”
“So you did go to her bedroom?”
Dodie looked down at her feet to avoid Innocence’s accusing eyes, but then she looked up with a determined stare. “Okay. Okay. I might have done. But only because I knew she wanted me to. It was obvious she did.”
“You shouldn’t have!” reproved Innocence angrily. “Thanks to you, we’re lost in the middle of the countryside with no clothes, nothing.”
“You’re worried about people seeing your prick, aren’t you?”
“And why shouldn’t I be!” she sighed deeply. “Honestly, Dodie! You’re incorrigible. Why can you never be satisfied with me? Why do you always have to have sex with other people? You really must control your lust for young girls.”
XXXV
In Which Innocence is exposed to the world and the world learns to love Innocence.
Innocence had never known before what it was like to be so wealthy. Thanks to Leon’s expert negotiating skills, Innocence had the relatively uncommon advantage of earning a percentage from the sex films she was performing in, and as the demand for them grew, so did Innocence’s wealth. She and Dodie were able to put enough money by to put down a mortgage on a flat in Congress and still live a life of luxury she’d only ever dreamt of before. If she wanted to buy something, she just paid for it. And in the meantime, her bank balance just continued to grow and grow.
It was Dodie who suggested that they increase their wealth by a more merciless exploitation of Innocence’s fame. She carefully examined the source of her lover’s revenue and it was
clear to her that a growing proportion of it came from giving publishing rights to magazines to print stills from her films and the even bigger proceeds that came whenever she agreed to pose exclusively for a publication.
“You know,” she said as the two girls lay in bed after more passionate lovemaking, globules of semen still dripping down her neck and resting on her chin. “I’ve put all our accounts on a spreadsheet and nearly a third of the income is now coming from magazines. And another third is coming from all those sponsorship deals we get from you advertising. That one for condoms made us nearly twenty grand, and it only took two hours to make.”
Innocence smiled, as she stroked her penis as it flopped over her thigh, with a small stream of thin semen persistently emerging from between the folds of the foreskin. “I used to think that I was cursed. Now, I think I’m blessed.”
“I’ve been thinking,” continued Dodie excitedly, taking Innocence’s penis in her hand and stroking its smooth damp length. “Why do other people have to profit from your fame? We’ve got the contacts and we’ve got the resources. We can start our own magazine. Just featuring you and whoever you want to make love to. We can make sure that all the proceeds go to you and you wouldn’t have to make love to people you weren’t sure about…”
Innocence reflected on some of her recent photo opportunities. The man with the enormous prick who didn’t listen when Innocence asked him to not put all of it in her arse. The fat girl with bad breath she had to kiss for what seemed hours while the photographer positioned her to get just the right light from the rays of sunshine penetrating through the forest canopy where they were being filmed. The two men who only wanted to fuck her and didn’t want her to fuck them. A bit more editorial control sounded like a very good idea.
“We can call the magazine ‘Innocence’, and we can even start a web site to promote it. We might even make more money on the net than we’d do publishing. What do you think?”
Innocence’s prick began to stir: a sure sign that the idea interested her. “And we could have you in the magazine, Dodie. I know you love writing. And I know you love sex. We could make love together and with our friends.” She rolled over and faced Dodie more intimately. She brought her face close to her lover’s. “We could fuck as we like, as we always do, be filmed doing it and make money. Oh! Dodie! With you, it would be so perfect. I’ll do it but only if you agree to be the editor.” She placed her mouth onto Dodie’s and kissed her briefly. “Oh please say yes!”
“Yes!” gasped Dodie, as Innocence’s hand groped for the long hairs of her vagina and her fingers explored its moistness. “Yes! Yes!” she continued, taking Innocence’s now erect penis in her hand and feeling its stiff warmth, the glans becoming more prominent and purple. “Yes! Yes! Yes!” she repeated as Innocence’s penis slid easily into the moist bath of vaginal fluid and the two girls recommenced grappling together on the enormous double bed that dominated their bedroom. She loved Innocence’s body and she loved her penis as it thrust harder and harder against her crotch, the muscles inside her gripping and relaxing on the pounding length of penis which fit so easily and readily inside her.
It was not at all difficult to get the magazine started. Leon helped with the capital and the photographers that Innocence had most enjoyed working with were all eager to help. The design of Innocence, the magazine, could not have been simpler. It featured Innocence on the cover with the obligatory erection (and the occasional droplet of semen) and contained two or three custom-filmed photo shots. In these she might pose naked or be photographed making love to one or many women, and occasionally men. Undeniably, it was women whom Innocence preferred to make love with and most of all with Dodie who, a little reluctantly, agreed to appear in the required capacity. It wasn’t the sex that Dodie objected to; it was the fear that her individual character was being absorbed into the rôle of being Innocence’s lover. Although she didn’t object to being her lover, she still felt that she was not a porn star, and even if she were, not as someone who would only enjoy sex with Innocence.
The first edition sold out promptly and rather faster than either girl had expected. The appetite for a beautiful woman with a fully functioning penis was greater than even Dodie had expected. More copies had to be run off and the printer was soon overwhelmed by the demand (which necessarily had an adverse impact on her ability to fulfil her commitments to other publications). Dodie, however, was not as happy with the contents as she’d at first thought.
“The pictures are great,” she explained. “And you’re as beautiful as ever. And even I don’t look as awkward as I’d thought.” She glanced at the open pages in front of her where Innocence’s penis was deep inside her anus, while another girl who they’d employed for the shoot was greedily exchanging tongues with her. “It’s the rest of the magazine. There’s my coy editorial, where I just talk about your movies and the videos. There’s the text with the pictures which is really naff, even though it was me that wrote them. There are a few stills from your last movie and a couple from that one you filmed on the beach and hasn’t been released yet. But it just doesn’t satisfy me.”
“But what about all those advertisements we got,” protested Innocence. “And only one of them came from Leon. And there are only two or three for the movies I was in. At least we’re getting interest there. And we’ve already got enough advertisements for the next edition, not counting all those personal ads which are coming in. What more do you want, Dodie? This is after all a sex magazine!”
“I know! I know!” replied Dodie, shaking her head. “And yes, the ads are quite imaginative. I’m glad we’ve got that ad for pubic hair conditioner and that one for the Brook Tourist Board. But I just feel it’s not artistic enough. It’s just crude sex. Sex with you, but crude nonetheless. I want to edit something from which I get some artistic satisfaction.”
“You’re the editor!” smiled Innocence. “You can do what you like! You know I’d support you in whatever you decided to do.”
Dodie grinned and greedily took Innocence’s penis in her mouth. Using the skill gained from frequent practice, Innocence’s penis slid easily over her tongue and down her throat where it tickled on her tonsils. She slid her head backwards and forwards until Innocence erupted in come which exploded through Dodie’s nostrils and nearly choked her. She quickly withdrew its erect length and gagged uncontrollably. Although she was in obvious distress she was just as clearly in near ecstasy. “Oh! Innocence! I love you so much!” she finally exclaimed.
Dodie worked hard at making Innocence the sort of magazine she wanted it to be. Along with the photo shoots and the film stills, she incorporated commissioned illustrations and employed the services of writers she knew or admired. The front cover was a more artistic portrait of Innocence Dodie had persuaded an artist to do on the basis of his extensive catalogue of illustrations. It featured Innocence’s penis exploding in semen and splattering onto loosely draped clothes which artfully succeeded in obscuring none of Innocence’s beautiful breasts and emphasised the curves of her body.
There were articles and even a poem about Innocence scattered about the hundred or so glossy pages of the magazine, all tastefully illustrated by photographs and drawings of the girl. Her penis was shown in close up, in erect poise and also in more flaccid relaxed poses. In some pictures, her breasts were artificially enhanced by computer graphics to be even more prominent than they really were; and the same artistry put her in environments she had never, or could never, have been to. There was Innocence on the Moon. Innocence deep beneath the sea, swimming with the dolphins. Innocence naked on the beach. But not many of Innocence having sex and the only series of photographs where this happened featured her with Dodie high in the glaciated mountains of Brook where they first met.
“It’s my tribute to our love,” Dodie explained.
However, not all the magazine featured Innocence. There were stories written by such as Honore L’Oeuf and Cheval Blanc which had not even the slightest pretence of concerning I
nnocence or her amours. Dodie had used her editorial discrimination to choose stories in which she felt there was strong characterisation, stories where the sex although central to the plot was not the subject of sole interest. Dodie knew that sex was not something that could be left out of the magazine, but she hoped that readers of Innocence would appreciate that too much sex would become boring without a context and sympathetically drawn participants. She believed that fictional accounts of raw sex could so easily otherwise become purely gynaecological and even mechanical.
The day of publication finally came after many delays and many hours spent overseeing the layout and presentation. Dodie considered that no details of font or colour scheme were too trivial to be left to chance. The positioning of the illustrations, the wording of the headings, the text of the editorial, the use of precise and syntactically correct English: all these needed attention, nurturing and even love. Dodie squeezed Innocence’s hand as the first magazine was glued together and lay in front of them on the table.
“Oh, Dodie,” sighed Innocence. “I really don’t deserve showcasing of such quality. I’m only an ordinary girl… Well, not that ordinary,” she admitted, stroking her penis which dangled free beneath her dress, “but there must be many who deserve this far more than me.”
“Nonsense!” said Dodie, kissing her lover full on the mouth and enjoying the warm tingle of her lips and the faint brush of her warm breath against her cheek. “You are the love of my life, and you deserve the very best I can give you.”
Alas, however, the sales of this edition of Innocence were very disappointing. True, they were still very good compared to the sales of many of the competitors, and was stocked as widely on as many top shelves as them. The publishing figures spoke for themselves, and unfortunately they were unambiguous. The glossy established sex magazines such as Focus, Scenic, Astra, Polo and Boxter were way ahead on the sales charts, whereas the last edition had outsold all of them except Cavalier (which would have been a terrific triumph considering its phenomenal marketing budget and its ubiquitous presence).
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