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Innocence Lost Ch. 02

By: bradley_stoke



In Which Blanche learns the Truth about Innocence and Chastity, whilst Chastity furthers the experiences of Innocence.

Innocence's sister, Chastity, had many friends, some of whom came from other shires and parishes. One such was Blanche, who came from Brook, a county, Innocence was fascinated to discover, where naturism was pretty nearly the rule and where most people felt comfortable not wearing any clothes at all. Blanche was no exception, though this didn't inhibit her from a tasteful application of makeup or from wearing bracelets and necklaces. Unlike Chastity or Innocence, Blanche was not a slim girl but her plumpness did not make her unattractive. Her body had a smooth, white roundness which in its own way was nearly as beautiful as Innocence's own.

That summer, Blanche was staying at Innocence's home and her parents were obliged to make allowances for Blanche's preference for remaining unclothed all the time. Innocence found it most peculiar, as the family sat around the dinner table with Blanche sitting there totally naked, her large round breasts bouncing about as she ate or talked. Innocence often felt a stirring from between her legs as she sat listening to Blanche's account of her life by the river bank in Brook and watching Chastity gaze admiringly at her friend's round beaming face. When Blanche leaned over to pick up the salad bowl, her breasts wobbling so close, Innocence felt it necessary to ease down her nickers to ease the discomfort caused as her prick shot up in speculation.

At most other times, Blanche was with Chastity in whose room she was staying, but there were occasions when the two girls would sit watching television with the rest of the family. On these occasions, Innocence's eyes would wander over to Blanche, who never returned her glances: perhaps expecting such inquisitive gazes away from Brook.

Innocence was surprised when Chastity announced to her parents that, while Blanche was staying, she felt embarrassed that nobody else was also unclothed and that she had decided that she too would wear no clothes. Her parents reluctantly agreed, but made it clear that they had no intention of extending this gesture of politeness any further. From then on, Blanche's visit became even more uncomfortable for Innocence as Chastity wandered around as naked as Blanche. 

"It does make it easier," laughed Chastity, when Innocence asked her how she felt not wearing clothes. "Especially when getting out of bed or having a bath." Innocence smiled shyly not knowing where to avert her gaze. 

Innocence wasn't sure whether she was the only one at home one evening when she pushed open Chastity's bedroom door while looking for a hair-clip that she'd last seen when last in bed with her. Her parents were out and most evenings Chastity and Blanche would also be out (though Blanche would wear clothes when in public). She was surprised to see Chastity and Blanche in bed together, but not, she was pleased to see, actually making love. The thought had crossed her mind that Chastity might be more than just a good friend of Blanche. Blanche's embarrassed response rather reinforced Innocence's suspicion, but Chastity gently held onto her arm, restraining her from jumping out of bed.

"Hello, Innocence," Chastity greeted her, "Are you looking for something?" Her sister explained what she was after. 

Blanche smiled indulgently at Innocence as she spoke, clearly amused by her shyness. "Why don't you take your clothes off like your sister?" wondered Blanche. "I'm sure you'd like to."

Innocence choked as she reviewed the implications of this suggestion. "I can't do that!" she protested.

"But it's perfectly natural," Blanche continued. "See - your sister's got used to it. You feel so much better without clothes you know! Much more free!"

"I can't! I can't!" Protested Innocence with fear, aware that she was stating her position too emphatically.

"Why ever not?" Blanche smiled. "Come on! Take them off! You're with friends you know."

"The reason why not," explained Chastity kindly, "is that Innocence is frightened that you might be shocked by what you see."

"Shocked! I see people with no clothes all day and every day at home."

"Well, Innocence has a little secret, haven't you?" Chastity continued. "But," and she looked at Innocence reassuringly, "we're all adults here. Show Blanche your secret, Innocence. Take your clothes off now. Or I'll have to tell her, and she'd never believe me - not ever!"

"What could possibly be the problem?" Wondered Blanche who was nonetheless excited by Chastity's teasing. "You haven't got some horrible operation scars or a skin disease, have you?"

Innocence was defeated by her sister's persuasion and slowly removed her clothes, reserving her nickers to last. As they descended below her crotch and down her thighs, Innocence looked up at Blanche who stared in apparent disbelief at her penis as it popped out slightly aroused by the danger of the situation.

"Is it real?" asked Blanche looking at it with wonder.

"Touch it and see," advised Chastity. She looked at Innocence. "That's all right isn't it?" Innocence nodded as Blanche put her hands halfway round her penis and squeezed it very gently. Innocence's penis throbbingly responded to the pressure. Blanche then cupped Innocence's testicles and held them up as she looked around the base of her penis.

"Why it's beautiful!" gasped Blanche appreciatively. That praise did it! Innocence's penis instantly shuddered and swelled as it responded. Innocence looked up at Chastity who was sitting behind Blanche on the bed with her hands on Blanche's shoulders. Chastity was just smiling reassuringly when Innocence became aware that the sensation of Blanche's stroking and squeezing of her penis was replaced by a curious wet and warm feeling that Innocence had only experienced before inside Purity's cunt. Innocence looked down to see Blanche's head bobbing up and down on her lap: her penis inside her mouth. It was almost with alarm Innocence realized that although her penis was now as big as it could get, and bigger than it normally got even with Chastity, Blanche could get the whole of it into her mouth. Where did it all go? wondered Innocence. When she realized from the slight pressure at the edge of her penis that it was all the way down Blanche's throat, the thought of it caused her to spasm and she was suddenly aware of having come inside Blanche's mouth.

Blanche pulled Innocence's still throbbing penis out of her mouth, semen around her lips and dripping onto her chin. Blanche licked her lips and smiled as she took gobbets of semen onto the tip of her tongue and rolled it back into her mouth.

"I should've pulled it out earlier," apologized Innocence who was hopelessly embarrassed as she looked at the semen still dripping from the end of her penis and falling in little drops onto the bed-sheet.

"Don't worry," Blanche said after rubbing the back of her hand over her lips. "Your semen's got the just the right taste. And besides it's very nutritious - full of protein."

Blanche soon left Innocence's home and life returned to normal. Chastity reluctantly returned to wearing clothes again, although she seemed less embarrassed about being seen with none on while in the bath or shower. 

Innocence still felt dissatisfied. She returned to regular masturbation which she had allowed to lapse while she had the distraction of both Blanche and Chastity around. She would stand in front of the mirror in her room, no longer caring if Chastity were to catch her, and stroke her penis into life. 

Sometimes she indulged in target practice. How high on the mirror could she get her semen to go? But this activity soon lost any meaning, as did her attempts to stimulate herself by comparing the relative length of her penis or seeing how far she could get her middle finger up her anus. The thoughts that stimulated her most were those of her love affair with Purity and Blanche's sex games. Thoughts of Chastity filled her with guilt. It was one thing to make love to someone like Purity or even Blanche - but your own sister! In fact, although when she was with Chastity the thought seemed less oppressive, when masturbating she only had to think of sex with Chastity and the whole exercise tasted vaguely uncomfortable. 

Sometimes thoughts of Chastity and her relationship stimulated her to a bigger and better orgasm as she concentrated on the very perversity of it. Sometimes, it had the reverse effect and deflated her penis like a punctured balloon. When Chastity saw Innocence masturbating - which was usually in bed as Innocence preferred to avoid the risk of being caught doing so in front of a mirror - she could only speculate on the fantasies which generated her private excitement. Innocence would never be able to divulge her fantasies particularly where Chastity was such a large part of them. 

Innocence liked to watch Chastity when she masturbated, which was much less often. There seemed to be almost an innocence in an activity where everything happened inside and only the sighs and groans and the dampness of her crotch gave any evidence as to what was happening. When Innocence masturbated, it was obvious to everyone what was happening and made it much more difficult to do in company.

Chastity was genuinely worried about Innocence. She loved her both as a sister loves a sister and as a lover loves her lover. It was difficult for her to see that there was anything wrong in their relationship: particularly as it gave her so much pleasure. As far as she was concerned the perverseness of incest was just an extra flavor to their lovemaking, like the fact that Innocence had such an odd appendage for such an attractive girl. 

It took time and a lot of hard work, but gradually Chastity patiently widened the range of sexual activities the two of them could do together. It was a momentous day for Chastity when she had at last persuaded Innocence to put her penis up her vagina. To Chastity it was almost like losing her virginity again as Innocence pummeled away inside her cunt but all Chastity could see was a beautiful woman on top of her. She came and she came and she came. Only later did it worry her that the neighbors may have heard her cries and may have reasoned that only she and her sister were at home. But what the fuck! she thought. There can only be so many perfect moments in your life. 

After the missionary position, Chastity persuaded Innocence to greater adventurousness. Entering from behind was an interesting experience, although Innocence didn't adopt Chastity's suggestion that she should penetrate Chastity's arse. In a way it was also disappointing, because besides the occasional brushing of Chastity's breasts on her naked back it was no different to having a man do the same thing. But Innocence had clearly enjoyed it as Chastity was sure when she sucked off the last droplets of semen from Innocence's prick. 

Despite Chastity's boldness regarding sex, she was less inclined to suck Innocence's prick after the first time she had persuaded Innocence to thrust her penis up her arse. It was then that Chastity was sure that her sister's penis was definitely amongst the largest she had ever known. Any deeper inside, Chastity felt, and it would be in her stomach. However, when Innocence withdrew her prick Chastity saw the telltale brown stains of excrement, and she was sure she'd thoroughly cleaned her arse before they'd started. 

Still, Innocence was still a virgin, Chastity reasoned. Virginity, for a girl, is when you've never been penetrated. Never lost your maidenhead. Whatever else Innocence was, Chastity could only think of her as a girl. However, when she mentioned to Innocence the idea of her wearing a dildo to penetrate her rather than the other way round, Innocence was initially horrified. 

"But it's for you, my sweetness," Chastity argued. "What pleasure can I get from it? A dildo won't give me the sensations that your prick gets when it's inside me. It's just that you can't stay a virgin forever." 

Innocence was unconvinced, and so Chastity felt it unwise to press the topic further. But to persuade her, Chastity made a point of insisting on anal intercourse every time and stressed how much pleasure it gave her. "Don't you think," she would say, "that it would complete your education?" 

Eventually, as in all other matters, Innocence accepted the proposition, so Chastity bought a dildo from a shop. She was tempted to get a large one, but she reasoned that it would be best to find one designed for backsides. The shopkeeper was very helpful. She had some demonstration dildos and she and Chastity went into the demonstration room to see what they were like. 

While they were in there, another customer was trying out different underwear which revealed her nipples and crotch, but Chastity and the shopkeeper studiously ignored her as she put on and took off again different combinations of underwear. Chastity reasoned that Innocence, being her sister, would have much the same arse-size as herself, so with the shopkeeper assistance she tried different dildos up her backside. The shopkeeper, a fairly efficient middle-aged woman, slightly greased Chastity's buttocks and anus with some sterile cream and then eased the dildo in, while Chastity gasped with each extra inch pushing inside her. Eventually, and after trying the same one several times she found the right dildo and took it away with her. 

It was a strange sensation for Chastity to do the thrusting. Before she'd only done it with Blanche and she'd given most of the instructions as to what to do. It made sense, the first time, for Innocence to be in the most comfortable position, which was face-down on the bed with her bottom raised in the air. Chastity strapped the dildo around her waist and the two girls indulged in more normal foreplay. Chastity paid particular attention to lubricating her cunt by having Innocence's penis stroking its outside. Then using a mixture of her own wetness and the cream supplied by the shop she moistened the entrance to Innocence's arse. The two sisters had recently spent a lot of time stimulating their arses, so Innocence was quite used to feeling Chastity's middle finger all the way up her. Then she felt a very different sensation as Chastity pushed the dildo into the lubricated entrance, gripping Innocence's penis, while rubbing and massaging it. 

Innocence's virginity soon went, perhaps sooner than she'd anticipated as she came with an almighty shudder and splattered semen all over Chastity's sheets. Afterwards, she felt very sore behind and it was several days until she could walk without feeling a soreness somewhere deep up her bottom. However, the two sisters practiced whenever they could and soon it seemed quite natural to Innocence to have a dildo thrusting away inside her and her penis being handled to climax at the same time. 

Chastity preferred to enter Innocence from in front so that she could better appreciate Innocence's female body. From behind, it was almost like fucking a man rather than a woman even though Chastity's back was a woman's back. She persuaded Innocence to hook her legs through her arms so she could penetrate Chastity from in front and have Innocence's penis rub against her tummy and eventually come all over her. In fact with a bit of ingenuity, the two girls managed to arrange their activities so that both were being penetrated and penetrating simultaneously but it was awkward to maintain this pose for very long, even when lying down sideways on the bed. 

Despite the success of their lovemaking Chastity could see that Innocence was dissatisfied and even a little unhappy. So one day, when the two girls had just made love, Chastity tried to find out what was troubling Innocence. 

"I just feel such a freak!" Innocence complained. 

Chastity smiled reassuringly and stroked Innocence's limp penis with the back of her hand. There was nothing that could be done about that, Chastity reasoned to herself, and, anyway she wouldn't want her sister to be any different. 

"And I feel guilty about incest," Innocence confessed. 

This was more alarming to Chastity, because it went to the very heart of their relationship. She loved the danger and perverseness of it, and she had assumed the same was true for Innocence. In fact, until then it had never occurred to Chastity that Innocence would ever feel differently. 

"There's a friend of Blanche's," Chastity told Innocence, "called Alice who makes love to her sister, Dinah, just as we do. Perhaps you would feel happier if you met other people like us. Then you wouldn't feel such a freak. I can contact Blanche and perhaps arrange to stay with Alice." 

Innocence thought about it. If other people made love to their sisters, perhaps it wasn't so bad if she did. Perhaps all she needed was to get to know other people who did such things. "Yes, I'd like to visit Alice," she said positively.

To Be Continued...

Innocence Lost Ch. 02-03



Chapter 2

The next day passed much like the day before, but with a few changes. The dark elf had weakened even more as he refused Mistale's offer of food and water. She boiled a piece of meat to make a broth, holding a cup to his lips. He gathered what little strength he had left to knock the cup away, sloshing warm broth all over her hand. 

"Don't be stupid!" Mistale pleaded with him. "Don't you want to live? Is life so horrible for you that you'd willingly choose death? Let me help you!"

She pried his jaw open and slowly poured the broth into his mouth, massaging his throat to make him swallow. She shoved a berry or two in and coaxed him to chew. She sighed as he swallowed willingly and pointed to the waterskin. She brought it to him, holding it to his lips, and let him drink his fill. 

He closed his eyes and relaxed against the blankets he lay upon. Perhaps being waited upon by a female wasn't so bad after all, but he'd never let her know that. 

And at twilight, she joined him under the blankets, lending her body heat to his to create a nest of warmth. She once again sought her reverie and hoped that the following day would be better.

O.O

"Why is it so important for you to help me?" The dark elf asked as he opened his eyes, shifting to his side while he lay next to her in the blankets. 

"It is my duty to heal the sick and protect the weak," she replied and scooted away from him, leaving the cozy nest behind. She reached for a linen nightgown and slipped it over her thin body. 

"Are you a priestess?" He inquired and felt a shiver course through his body as he thought of the fanatical high priestesses of the wretched Spider Queen. 

"No, I'm not a cleric. My vocation lies within nature. I am in service to the Forest Queen as one of her druids." Mistale replied, eyeing him suspiciously. 

"And your name, lady druid?" He asked and sat up fully. He stretched the arm that was broken, flexing it back and forth to regain fluidity in it. Then he checked his abdomen, removing the bandages that covered it, and cracked a wry grin because there was no scar at all. How had she managed that?

"I told you my name. It is Mistale. Mistale Greencloak. And yours?" She cocked an eyebrow and met his gaze levelly.

"The noble house of Dryaalis will be thankful that I'm alive, but would kill you in the most painful manner as payment to the debt. It's best you don't know who I am. I feel stronger than I did. I will take my leave and make my way back to my home. Therefore, I shall trouble you no more," he replied and reached for his small pack. 

"You won't tell your name." 

He shook his head, affirming what he'd said. Mistale let out a long sigh. He may not be fighting her physically now, but they were still battling nonetheless. She gathered her things, stuffing them in her pack and changed her clothes. She left the cave behind and headed for the meadow, where she spent the entire day, resting and daydreaming. Part of her hoped he'd be gone when she returned the small rock dwelling and the other begged for the opposite. As crazy as it seemed, she wished for time to get to know him. Never had a male affected her in the same way he had, not even her betrothed. 

She settled back against the soft grasses, allowing the thoughts to consume her mind while she gazed up at the sky above. She drank in its splendor. The heavens above her emblazoned by the fiery glow that preceded the darkness of night. All around her the meadow came alive and spoke in hushed sounds as woodland animals, which frolicked about in the high grass, scurried into the safety of the trees as they sensed something coming. Druids long past believed that all living things communicated with one another and at dusk the sounds of the pines branches swaying gently in the mountain breeze sounded like naughty children whispering about their latest escapade. The tallest of the silver pines, with their tops disappearing in the thick cloud of boughs among the rapidly fading sky, appeared to keep watch over the meadow, guarding it against the rest of the world. Deep grasses in different shades of vibrant green laid a thick carpet, broken only by the sprinkling of red, blue, violet and yellow wildflowers that lifted their fading petals through the lush vegetation to peek at the great expanse of their universe. This was truly nature's cathedral.

Greymist whined low in his throat as he settled in beside her. She reached over and scratched his ears, petting his silken coat. What was it about that male in the cave that made her feel so on edge? Yes, he was a very attractive specimen, the only one she'd ever seen completely naked. Why did the mere sight, the mere thought of him make her heart race and her loins throb? No male, not even her betrothed had brought those feelings to the surface and ever since his death; she had vowed that no male would possess her heart, her body or her soul. Mistale vowed to stick to that. 

She patted her wolf companion once more, and spoke in soft tones, "Come with me, my furry friend." Then she returned to the cave with the wolf at her heels. 

She paused outside the rocky entrance, wondering what she'd find when she ducked inside. She thought back to the day she had sensed the dark elf's suffering and found him injured. The unknown niggled at her, eating away at her resolve. Please be here, she whispered and ducked inside. 

O.O

Relief shot through her as she found Azlorik asleep between the blankets. Mistale sated her hunger with a few strips of dried meat and the remains of the wild vegetables she'd found. Polishing off the last of the Mead, she crawled in next to the drow and snuggled into his warm flesh. Her hands traced up his flat stomach, marveling at the feel of the muscles and of the smooth ebony skin. 

Just as the sun peaked over the horizon and sent its golden rays forward to illuminate the darkness of the cave, Mistale felt a blade against her throat. Her eyes flew open, full of fright. Her body went rigid as she met the dark elf's intimidating stare. She sucked in a swift breath and held it as she felt the blade trace down the column of her neck, over her collarbone, and came to a stop in the valley between her ivory mounds. 

A shiver raced through her before a whimper slipped from her lips. "Please, no. Don't kill me," she pleaded. Tears welled in her eyes. 

"Belbau uns'aa uss sanrr ele Usstan zhal'la naut elgg dos (Give me one reason why I should not kill you)?" His tawny eyes twinkled mischievously. 

"Usstan dormagyn dosst dro (I saved your life)!" Mistale stated emphatically. 

He grinned, tracing the blade further down her skin. He stopped at her navel and gave the skin a small prick. "Lueth dos ssinssrin lil toha dal uns'aa wun yutsu (And you want the same from me in return)?"

Mistale trembled. She licked her lips. "Zhah nindel ichl mzilt ulu joros (Is that too much to ask)? Dos ph' dro p'wal d' uns'aa (You are alive because of me)."

He intently watched her quivering skin, could smell the fear rolling off her skin. "You disregarded what I asked of you. I asked you to kill me. Are you such an incompetent darthiir (surface elf) that you can't even follow simple orders?"

"Then kill me and be rid of me," Mistale bravely challenged.

A chuckle slipped from his lips. "I think not. I think you are now my rothe (slave) and therefore I shall do as I please with you. I will have solid food and something good to drink."

"Slave? I'm not your slave! You've gone crazy, Dark elf!" Mistale retorted, furiously.

"I could feast on your pale flesh and drink your blood if I wanted to."

Fear and revulsion crossed her face. She struggled to be free of his hold on her, but couldn't break loose. He pressed her flat and covered her fully, holding her arms above her head. Mistale whimpered when she felt something warm and thick press against her thigh. 

"Qualla (Please) ..." she pleaded with him, tears gathering in her eyes, "...xuat elgg uns'aa (don't kill me)."

He gazed upon her with cold unfeeling eyes, "Dos joros whol ka'lith (You ask for mercy)? Dal natha Ilythiiri... waela kivvil darthirii (From a Dark Elf, foolish surfacer)."

Heat stained her cheeks, turning her face bright red. She looked away nervously, flinching as one of his hands traced down the line of her raised arm, passed her armpit, skirting the round globe of her breast and finally slipped over her ribs to rest against her hip. He watched her intently, drinking in each of her nuances. "Don't flatter yourself, iblith. I have no desire for your pale flesh, except what it might bring me. You are my slave and you will do what I command of you. Refusal to do so will result in punishment that I promise you will not like." 

Mistale choked back a sob. This couldn't be happening, she thought, it wasn't fair. One good deed and I'm thrall to a dark elf!

"You will heal me fully and then we will be off. I must return to my home."

She sucked in a deep breath. "You could at least tell me your name." Her eyes met his for a brief moment before she looked away.

He stared at her for several long moments, drinking in the sight of her. He perused her alabaster skin that held a tinge of blue underneath, her high cheekbones and pale pink lips. "And you will look me in the eye when I speak to you," his lofty tone bound her like shackles sealing her fate. 

Her eyes met his a second time, emerald green clashing with vibrant amber. "Your name!" Mistale demanded, her tone turning haughty.

"My given name is Azlorik, but you will refer to me as Master only," he matched her haughtiness. "Now heal me. We leave at twilight."

Azlorik made himself comfortable amongst the nest of blankets as Mistale tentatively tended to his injuries. Nearly all of them had healed nicely, including the broken arm and the gash across his shoulder. She checked his abdominal wound and pressed a healing spell against it. He twitched when he felt her cool palm upon his skin. With a heated glare set into his delicate features, he raised his hand and struck her soundly across the face. She yelped as the impact sent her reeling to the cave floor.

"Warm your hands, waele in'loil d' shu (foolish piece of shit)."

Pulling down the blanket to expose his lower half, he ran his fingers over the skin where the wound had been. It was smooth and whole without any traces of a scar. Then he flexed his arm and shoulder, critically eyeing his arm. Nary could a trace of scarring be found anywhere.

"You did well, slave. I will spare you further punishment. Now I want solid food and something good to drink. Is there anything left in that bottle you've been drinking from?"

Mistale shook her head, "No," she murmured.

"Have you any other?"

She shook her head in denial, unwillingly to divulge the truth.

"Did you think your master would not want a share? Next time, you will offer it to me first and when I have had my fill, you may have some. The same goes with food as well. You will serve me my meal first and then may have what is left."

Mistale couldn't believe her ears. "I tried to offer it to you. You didn't want any!"

He arched one white eyebrow at her. "Careful, iblith. You don't want to make me angry."

Mistale nodded and took a deep breath. "I'll have to hunt for some food. There isn't much left over from yesterday."

"You may hunt, but know this. If you attempt to run away, I will find you and you won't like what will happen then. Do you understand me?"

Her back stiffened and she dared to speak her mind. "I could easily turn myself into a bird and fly away. I could become any number of woodland creatures and you would be none the wiser of which one was me."

"Do you think you are the only one who can do magic, ruzzo'iso elg'caress (dumb bitch)? I could bind you to me so quickly and easily that you'll never be free. You are sorely trying my patience. You'll do as you're told to do. You have an order and I expect it to be carried out as swiftly as possible. I'm hungry and I want food. Now go, slave."

Mistale sighed. She didn't know why she was obeying him. She knew she could make an escape quite easily. So... why am I not? The question buzzed in her brain like an irritated insect. Quickly she dressed, pulling on her dark green leather armor. She equipped her sword belt and her white ash composite longbow. "Asanque (As you wish), Master Dryaalis." 

He inclined his head at her and watched her exit the cave. He knew she would return. He knew she wouldn't leave him. He had her and he would savor his triumph.

O.O

Mistale returned from her hunt successful, carrying a brace of rabbits and a sack of wild vegetables and herbs. She sat before the fire and pulled her cook pot towards her. Her eyes flicked over to Azlorik, studying him as he lay resting. With his eyes closed and his facial features at peace, he was a sight to behold. Why did he have to be so attractive and why do I find him to be so intriguing? The thought troubled her. Don't think about it. He'll never return the sentiment, she cautioned herself and continued about her task of preparing their supper. 

She skinned the rabbits, gutting them and removing their entrails. She placed the meat she'd harvested from the bones into the cook pot and covered it with water. Then she cleaned and washed the vegetables, chopping what she needed. 

Once the meat was finished, she added the herbs and vegetables, setting the pot over a carefully banked fire. Then she pulled her second bottle of Mead from her pack and placed it near the fire. She figured he'd punish her for not telling him the truth, but she didn't think he'd do anything to truly harm her. He could, but something told her that he wouldn't. Or so she hoped.

Time would tell.

Mistale removed her armor and stowed it in her pack, grabbing a fine gown of soft linen from within. She smoothed it over her slender body and snuggled into the blankets while the rabbit stew simmered. A short rest would revive her and hopefully elevate her spirits. 

O_o

Azlorik shook Mistale awake, shoving her out from under the blankets and propelling her towards the fire. 

"Dos kuuv ulu v'dri 'zil ussta cahallin flamgranen (You dare to sleep while my meal burns)!" His eyes flashed angrily as he admonished her. He held her face mere inches from the rim of the cook pot."Waela jalil (foolish female)!"

Heat flooded her face as the acrid burnt smell of the stew assailed her nostrils. "Forgive me, Master. I had only planned a short nap."

Pushing her to the floor, he straddled her waist and pressed his blade to her throat. "I should punish you for making me go hungry. I would enjoy that greatly."

He forced the blade into her neck, piercing her, and watched the blood begin to flow.

Mistale screamed.

Chapter 3

Mistale screamed and bolted upright as the last vestiges of her dream faded away. She scrambled out of the blankets, retreating to the other side of the fire. Quickly she peered into the pot, relieved to see that it simmered smoothly. She rubbed her face, and glanced over at Azlorik speculatively. She rarely ever dreamed. Had the dark elf somehow influenced her sub-conscious mind? It didn't make sense to her.

Standing she walked to the cave opening and stepped through it, peering up into afternoon sky. The sun shined brightly and a warm wind caressed her skin. She breathed deeply of the fragrant air. She would miss all of this when he forced her to enter the foreboding realm of his homeland. A shiver coursed through her entire being. She didn't want to consider what that would mean for her. 

Turning back, she noticed the drow was sitting up, watching her intently. Lowering her gaze, she envisioned what it would be like to be a bird... free to fly, free to soar upon the lofty winds and lose herself amongst the clouds. It would be so easy... so simple to transform and be free of him. 

But she did none of that. She returned to the fire and dug into her pack, pulling from within two bowls and some utensils for both of them. "I think it should be done soon," she stated and reached for the bottle she'd set beside the fire. Back into her pack she delved and found the goblets she'd been searching for.

She poured Azlorik a glass of Mead and handed it to him, then ladled some stew from within the pot, filling one of the bowls. That too she passed to him.

He inclined his head and began to eat. Cocking an eyebrow at her, he cleared his throat. "It is a good thing that you are versed in art of cooking. It would bode ill for you if you did not please me."

Mistale met his gaze evenly. His words sounded much like a compliment. "When one spends much of their time alone, one learns to fend for themselves in many ways. The ability to feed myself properly is just one of the skills I possess."

"It is these skills that will fetch a grand price if I ever decide to sell you to another," he taunted her.

Mistale shivered, lowering her eyes once more. She didn't want to think about the possibility of being sold. So far, Azlorik wasn't a bad Master, moody and domineering, yes, but not bad. He hadn't physically harmed her... yet. He didn't behave like an ordinary drow male should. It seemed to her that he must be from a noble house and used to issuing orders to other males. He had taken a very dominant role with her. Perhaps that was because there wasn't a female drow around to give him orders. Or perhaps his behavior was because he was on the surface and away from his house. Whatever it was, he was calling the shots.

"Do you have nothing to say, darthiir?"

Her eyes snapped back up, calling her from her thoughts. "Would it matter if I had anything to say?"

"Such fire. Not a trait I admire in a slave," he replied, arrogantly. "We'll have to work on that."

"I take that as a 'no'," she sighed, playing with a loose thread in the hemline of her nightgown.

"Take it however you please, slave. You may eat. You will be no use to me if I allow you to starve and waste away." Silence filled the cave as Azlorik returned to eating his meal, save for the sound of chewing. 

One good deed, she sighed and glanced back to the blue sky beyond the cave. I could fly away. I could be free of him. Why don't I want that?

"I know what you're thinking, but I advise against it. If you attempt to transform or flee in any manner, then the geas I've placed upon you will instantly activate and kill you on the spot."

She whipped her head back to stare at him incredulously with a gaping mouth. "A geas?!?!?! How dare you?" That he could cast that powerful of a spell spoke volumes about him, but if that was the case, how could he have ended up so injured? It didn't make sense, but his injuries weren't the issue now. The geas was, however. Her anger peaked, becoming livid. "You will remove it now and you will get it through your head that I am  your slave!"

Mistale lunged at him, a scream on her lips. She leapt over the fire and launched her body into his. She drove her knee into his stomach, eliciting a harsh grunt from him. Grabbing hold of her, he used the momentum of her body to slam her down to the bedroll. Then he covered her, straddling her midsection, and reached out for his sword.

Azlorik brandished the keen weapon menacingly, holding the sharp side of the blade mere inches from the exposed flesh of her throat. "What you are, waela elg'caress (foolish bitch), is elghinyrr (dead); nothing more than a corpse. You just haven't realized it yet."

"Vith'os (Fuck you)!" She spat, struggling to get free. She flailed her arms about, randomly landing blows to his midsection and upper chest.




Innocence Lost Ch. 02-03



Azlorik laughed maniacally. "Such naughty words, ssinjin uss (sweet one), but that isn't a fate one normally wishes upon themselves, not from one of my kind."

His blade sliced into her flesh. Azlorik watched intently, utterly fascinated by the blood pouring from the wound. Mistale screamed as cold air stung the ragged edges of her tattered flesh. Gripping her hands, he jerked them above her head, holding them in place with one hand while he reached for another weapon. He palmed his dagger and held it up in the air. Light reflected off the silver blade as he plunged it down and spread her palms out flat. She screamed and began to struggle as she realized his intentions. He meant to pin her down. Mistale bucked her torso and flailed her legs, hoping to dislodge him, but Azlorik held fast and slammed the blade through both her hands. A horrific shriek of utter pain ripped from her throat, assailing his sensitive ears. He growled, backhanding her across the face viciously.

"Is this what it will take to get it through your thick skull that I AM your master?"

Azlorik tore her linen gown, ripping it down the front. His eyes flicked over her trembling flesh, tuning out her wretched sobs. "I have no real desire for your pale flesh. The sight disgusts me, but it would seem that you require total domination. As your Master, I shall dispense it."

Azlorik wedged himself between her flailing legs. His thin lips were curled provocatively in anticipation of what he would do next. Despite her struggles and loud sobs of pain, he swiped the swollen head of his cock over her slit and positioned himself at the entrance to her channel. He plunged inside with one brutal thrust, seating himself to the hilt and tearing her virginal barrier. Blood seeped around his invading member, moistening the passage. Mistale screamed and bucked, tears wetting her cheeks thoroughly. He licked the side of her face, drinking her tears, and slammed her head into the floor several times. Her eyes started to glaze over from the pain of her pinned hands. The dagger tore her flesh even more, which made his enjoyment evermore clear. He chuckled, enjoying her pain.

Agony burned through her. Azlorik's body slamming into hers was the horror of her first time. She could feel the blood of her virginity trickling down her inner thigh when he lifted it over his shoulder and slammed into her rapidly. He slapped her chest and her thigh, raising livid welts upon her ivory skin. He buried himself into her over and over again. Then he threw his head back and pulled out of her bloodied sheath, bellowing loudly as he spewed his seed against her thigh. 

He jerked the dagger out of her pinned hands, ripping another scream of agony from her lips. He plunged the blade into the fire, allowing it to redden with heat before pressing it to the jagged wound within her left palm. She screamed again before slipping into the glorious embrace of darkness.

O.O

A hard slap tore Mistale from blessed oblivion. She let slip a startled squeak from her throat as her eyes fought to focus upon her tormentor. He sneered down at her as he straddled her waist. She tried to move her tortured hands and sobbed brokenly. "Why?"

"Your misery makes me happy." Azlorik grinned wickedly. "You have slept long enough. Three days and three nights I've waited on you to wake up. I can wait no longer. We must go. There is food on the fire. Not as good as what you are capable of producing, but food nonetheless. Get up and eat. Then we'll be on our way."

Mistale nodded, forcing herself to sit up. She cried out as pain zinged through her ravaged palms. "May I heal myself, Master?" She turned her pleading emerald eyes upon him.

"Very well, slave. Then you will eat, pack your belongings, and we shall go." Azlorik replied as he gathered his possessions and stowed them away in a worn leather backpack. He watched as a grimace spread across her angular features while she summoned a healing light to her hands and pressed them together. The jagged wounds coalesced and beads of sweat broke out above her upper lip.

Mistale used every bit healing magic she possessed to heal the wounds he'd caused upon her body. Though she knew it would not restore her innocence or heal the damage to her soul, it lent her perseverance. If this was the worst he would do to her, then she knew she'd survive anything else her threw at her. That feeling filled her completely. She was a survivor and that was something he could not take from her. That knowledge was strong in her and would sustain her through the unknown. She leveled a knowing look upon him. Someday, somehow, she would be free of him and it was then she would make him pay for all he'd done. An eye for an eye, she silently vowed.

O.O

The moon shone brightly from its perch amongst the heavens. Azlorik took a moment to gaze upon it with wonder before he turned to Mistale. "Take a good look at it, for this will be the last time you behold it. Once we've made our way into the moonless dark, it'll fade away and become a mere memory; much like the rest of your life, slave."

Mistale shivered snuggling into the cloak he'd given her to cover her naked body. It wasn't the chill of the night that caused her to tremble so much. The mere thought of never seeing the moon, the stars, and the warm sun on her skin, of never feeling the gentle caress of the fragrant breeze on her face became the true cause. The drow was firmly behind that. 

"Come, girl. We must've tarry. There's a hidden entrance in a cave not too far from here, but we must be very silent. Grumazz often makes camp within it. A confrontation with him isn't in my plans this night."

"Who is Grumazz?" She asked softly, taking a few steps closer to Azlorik, pretending to be fearful. "Is he the Orc that nearly killed you?"

Azlorik snarled low in his throat at her. Amber eyes, framed by snow white eyebrows, narrowed dangerously. "Grumazz is much worse than a mere Orc. The Orcs weren't searching for me. It was not they that nearly sent me screaming to the heart of the Demonweb Pits. Grumazz is half-dragon and half-troll, an abomination by any definition."

"He is the one responsible for your near death." Mistale concluded, watching his face carefully. Rage filled his eyes, turning his face into a harsh mask. Raising his hand, he struck her as hard as he could and watched as the impact sent her reeling to the soft earth. Mistale whimpered, wiping fresh blood away from her busted lip. 

"Get up and keep your tongue behind your teeth. You are NOT to speak unless given permission, only when I address you. And you WILL begin and/or end every sentence with Master. Are we understood, slave?"

Mistale trembled like a leaf on a tree during a fierce wind. "Yes, Master."

"Now get up and be silent."

She nodded as she favored her split lip and swollen mouth and climbed to her feet. She followed behind him quietly with one hand clutching his pack. He sneaked up to the entrance of the cave and slipped through the tangle of vines shielding it from sight. He scanned the dark interior carefully before he turned back to her. "I sense something. Stay close to me. I'm going to cast a spell on us both to make us invisible. Hold still."

He muttered a few words before touching them both, causing their bodies to turn translucent. He gripped her hand, pulling her forward, and ducked through another narrow crevice. Mistale could see a larger cavern before her. They entered it and crossed the wide expanse, slipping passed another side cavern, which from within came a deep rumbling sound. He steered her away from the cavern and down a long natural passageway. 

Mistale noticed the gradual slope of the tunnel and realized they were heading downwards, deeper into the earth. She sighed deeply, clutching Azlorik's arm even tighter. What will become of me? Will I always be slave to a dark elf who holds dominion over my life or death? She gazed up into the hard visage of his face. Will I ever be free of him?

"Ser phor!" He growled at her. "Don't dawdle, stupid."

Keep up! Don't dawdle! Stupid! Her mind screamed in exasperation. Damn him! I should kill him!

Azlorik chuckled, slowing his stride. "You could try, slave, but I doubt you could succeed!"

Realization set into Mistale. He knew her thoughts. Was nothing of hers sacred? Did he have to have control over everything of hers? Was nothing her own? She couldn't take it much longer. He had to get it out of his head that she was his slave. She lashed out at him, her palms pummeling his arms and chest.

"Enough, slave," Azlorik commanded, becoming irritated by her erratic flailing. Just in time, out of the corner of his eye, he caught the movement of her right arm swinging up, as she attempted to land a solid blow to his head. He slammed her forcibly against the wall of the tunnel and held her by both wrists with one hand above her head. Then he brought his free hand up to seize her face, forcing her to look at him while ending her struggles quickly. "You're making me angry and you don't like it when I'm angry. You tend to get hurt."

Mistale struggled wildly. "No, let go."

"I see I haven't broken you yet, slave. I'll have to try harder." Azlorik could feel her heart beating wildly in her chest and hear the sound of her ragged and barely controlled breathing in his ear. Grabbing her wrists in one fluid motion, he threw her to the ground and covered her body with his own. She shrieked in objection, making her hands into fists and hitting him while her legs flailed about. Azlorik managed to open the front of his pants as Mistale landed a few hits to his upper torso. "Vost dosst malarin (Cease your fighting)!"

She flagrantly disobeyed, continuing to fend him off. She didn't want this. She didn't want him touching her. Then she felt her body seize up as arcane words spilled from his lips.

Azlorik let out a chuckle and glanced down at her prone form. Nudging her legs apart, he slipped between them. "I warned you, stupid. Now be a good girl and take your punishment."

Her channel resisted the invasion of his member. She whimpered in pain before he covered her mouth with his hand and shoved harder into her. Tears leaked down Mistale's cheeks. She sobbed behind his hand as Azlorik cruelly thrust himself within her tight channel. 

It was over as quickly as it began. The drow male pulled out, spewing his seed upon the rocky surface and delivered a solid punch to her midsection. She let out a shriek only to have it silenced by his hand again.

"Shut up, stupid whore," he growled and righted his pants. "If you persist in this insolent behavior, I will kill you."

Mistale clutched the wall in her attempt to stand up. Her groin hurt badly as did her abdomen. Her lower lip and chin quivered. She couldn't go on like this. Sooner or later her time would come, she was sure of it. At some point, he would let his guard down and she would make her escape. She forced herself not to believe him. He wouldn't kill her. He's bluffing, she decided.

His voice reached her ears low and dark, "You displease me with your defiant thoughts, slave." Mistale trembled visibly in response as he yanked her on her feet. She kept her eyes lowered dutifully, unable to look at him in fear of what other punishment he would administer to her. Azlorik took a step towards her and, instinctively, Mistale took a step back, gulping her apprehension. His hand lashed out, and at first she turned her head with the thought that he was going to strike her, but instead she felt his fingers curl around her chin in a callous grip, yanking her towards him, lifting her eyes to meet his own. Her breath caught in her throat as she looked into those vibrant eyes, those deep amber orbs that froze her where she stood. His eyes were angry, she noticed, the flames of rage sparking and flashing within their depths while his body remained rigid, showing no intentions to yield.

"Get out of my head!" Mistale demanded loudly. Azlorik silenced her with a vicious slap. "Do you wish to bring the wrath of Grumazz upon us? I would leave you at his tender mercy. I'd watch as he ripped you limb from limb, consuming each and every inch of your disgusting pale flesh. Of course that would come after he raped you time and time again. He'd bathe in your blood. I think I would enjoy watching that. Yes, that'd be quite entertaining."

Mistale's skin paled even more. She dropped her head, covering her face with her hands, and bit back a sob. He was so cruel. She couldn't go on like this. Already the thought of being underground, far away from the sun, the bright blue sky and the fragrant air brought a sharp pang to her heart. "How can you be so cruel? Let me go, please!"

"You know nothing of cruel, little druid. Now cease this behavior and follow me. I'll leave you behind to become food for the Illithids if you fail to keep up." Azlorik sneered, yanking her forward.

"Illithids don't come this close to the surface," she retorted, stumbling along behind him. "But the duergar do. They are the notorious slavers selling witless surfacers like you into slavery or worse yet, becoming food for an Illithid."

Mistale shook her head at his taunt. "Don't listen to him," she whispered to herself over and over again. It became her silent mantra. Just ignore his cruel taunts.

O.O

Mistale stumbled upon the rocky uneven ground, clutching Azlorik to remain upright. He groused at her menacingly, shaking her off before he continued on his way and growled a command for her to keep up. She hastened her step, feeling her way along the lightless tunnel wall. When they reached an intersection, Azlorik took a moment to explore. The path to the east had suffered a cave in while the path to the south was draped in long stringy webs. He looked back at Mistale and grinned evilly. "There's our path," he stated and waited for her reaction. She trembled and pressed herself against him. Of the two, he seemed the safer bet, though she was severely beginning to doubt that. "You can't be serious!"

He leveled a satisfied smirk upon her, telling her everything she needed to know. "You'll want to beware the spitting spiders. I seriously doubt you'd enjoy becoming dinner."

Mistale squealed in fright before chastising herself. He's bluffing. You're a druid. You can handle a few spiders. Just think fire. Vermin that dwelled in darkness would hate the bright light of a flame.

Azlorik snickered openly, "Come along, slave." Hours passed while Mistale trudged along, sometimes falling behind his quickened trace. They had descended deeper and deeper into the dark depths he called home. She breathed a sigh of relief as he called her to stop and pushed her into a small side cavern hidden amongst a jumble of fallen rocks and rubble. A circular ring of stones was located near the back of the cave well out of view of the entrance. A small stack of mushroom stalks lay near the ring. Azlorik directed her to it and barked a command to light a fire for them. With a sigh, Mistale obeyed him, unwilling to draw his wrath at the moment. He watched her every move, his eyes fixed upon her. He found her defiance to be delicious. It allowed him to feed off her anger. It kept her off-balance and unawares of what was truly going on.

Once she had the fire going, she poured water into her cook pot to heat. A nice cup of tea would calm her nerves and make her feel better. She surreptitiously watched Azlorik through the veil of her hair that she'd allowed to fall into her face. For a drow male, he was quite handsome, though the perpetual scowl upon his face hindered his true beauty. And he was the same height as she. That puzzled her. Most of the warriors from her village were taller, but it must not be so for her dark cousins.

She pondered the way he had treated her. It was a violent mix of derision and control. Mistale could only guess that it had to do with the way males were treated within his race. She shivered and pushed the thought aside, but it persisted, worming its way through her mind. Had someone stronger or more dominant done to him what he had done to her? She knew it was possible within his race. It occurred between the same sexes of her own kind often enough.

A splash of the boiling water upon her skin seared her flesh and brought her away from her contemplative thoughts. She cried out and rubbed her hand the water had splashed upon.

"Pay attention, stupid," Azlorik grumbled at her. "I'd actually like to eat, and not watch the water boil away to nothing."

Mistale nodded in acquiesce and added the last few chunks of meat and vegetables to it. Next came the herbs and lastly a hint of magic to infuse it with healing goodness. As it simmered she spread out their bedrolls and soft fur blankets.

"Remove your cloak, slave. While we are camping and once we reach my home, you will remain in a state of undress. I will not afford you the chance to conceal a weapon of any kind. Be quick about it. Your inability to complete a task efficiently is trying my patience." Azlorik sneered at her contemptuously.

She balked at his command almost immediately, leveling upon him angered eyes. "NO! I won't remove the meager covering you allow me for you or anyone. I have no desire to be naked in front of you or to be raped by you since you can't control your deviant need for superiority."

"You will do it!" He made a few hand movements and muttered a few arcane words. She knew enough about the mysteries of the weave to know he was casting a spell, a powerful spell. "Remove the cloak, slave."

Though she fought the power, it overcame her willpower to resist. She felt compelled to do as he bid. Quickly she slipped out of the dark green cloak and the leather boots, neatly folding them near her pack.

"Serve me some food, slave. Do you have any more of that Mead?"

"No, it is all gone, Master." Mistale removed the bowls she kept in a separate pouch within her pack and spooned some out for him, handing it to him. Then she sat quietly.

"This is too hot for me to eat. Come to me, slave. You will cool each and every bite while it rests on the spoon before lifting it to my mouth. Make sure nothing spills. I'd hate to be burned and moreover, you won't like your punishment." Mistale submitted to his will, cooling each spoonful of food before she lifted it to his lips for admittance.

"One more thing, slave," he spoke up after swallowing the last spoonful. "I would some cold water to drink, and you will give it to me. Pour the water into the glass, use your druidic magic to make the water like ice and hold it to my lips."

She nodded dutifully and followed his commands. When he pushed the cup aside, she sat quietly before him. Azlorik watched her intently, his eyes flicking over her pale skin. Despite all her defiance, he missed the verbal sparring and their constant battle of wits. For a darthiir, she was quite amusing and oh so enjoyable to toy with.

"Slave, remove my clothing," Azlorik stood up and walked to the bedrolls. "I wish to rest."

His command halted her where she stood. A look of determination came over her face. She fought to be free of his hold on her. Undressing him was not a task she would willingly do nor was it something she felt comfortable with. She had to resist that command. The trauma of him ripping her innocence away so brutally remained in her mind, battling his command.

"Slave, I order you to undress me now." Azlorik roared as he grabbed hold of her. He forced a violent wave of magic at her that compelled her even harder to do his bidding. She had no choice. With nimble hands, she gently pulled his tunic over his head before reaching for the waist of his trousers. Her fingers trembled as she worked on the ties that held them secure at his slender waist. Despite the command, she couldn't look at him.




Innocence Lost Ch. 02-03



"My boots, slave. Remove them," Azlorik instructed, his patience with her wavering. If he didn't need her for healing, he wouldn't have bothered with her nonsense. She'd be dead already. Mistale jumped to do as he told her, removing his leather boots before sliding his pants down his hips to his feet. Stepping out of them, he made his way to the nest of furs and blankets she'd spread out for them and made himself comfortable. "Come to me, slave, and rest. You'll have to keep your strength up if you expect to endure living amongst the Ilythiiri. Not that I care how well you endure it since you cost me nothing. I expect to fetch a good price from selling you; therefore you must be properly trained and completely obedient. Come. Rest." 

Rest sounded so good. She crawled in beside him, cuddling up to him, and found blessed peace in her reverie.



Innocence Lost Ch. 02



INTRO: Drake at 40 years old and Joan at 38 years old were happily married with their son Josh who is 19 and their daughter Tammy who just turned 18.

Drake is a tall handsome guy with beard and although his age was showing his built is still considered good with a height of 5' 9". His wife Joan in the other hand was beautiful and petite with long dark hair just like those hair shampoo commercial models and she's 5' 3".

Josh is tall and athletic type and most of the girls like him. Tammy is just like her mother petite and beautiful in fact you could easily mistaken mother and daughter to be sisters.

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Drake and Joan had breakfast after checking their son and daughter in bed. They didn't notice them came home last night it might be pretty late so they didn't wake them up. Drake's company is having a Luncheon for all the department heads and it will be the first time for Joan to attend one and finally meet some of Drake's co-workers.

Drake left a note for Josh and Tammy where they're heading and what time they will expect them to be back, about maybe before nine tonight.

Drake was waiting at their driveway for Joan and when she got in the car they noticed someone next door. In his maybe mid fifties, graying hair, a little belly showing wearing jogging suit seems like ready to take a mid- morning run. Drake got out of the car and approached the man. 

"Hello there, nice morning ain't it?" 

"Sure is a fine day" and the man went to Drake and introduced himself "Rick's the name" and extended his right hand. 

Drake extended his and shook hands "Drake and that's my wife Joan" and pointed at her inside the car and Joan just waved her hand in response. 

"Renting the place from Mr. Roenbeck I presume?" 

"Yup, just up here for the summer." 

"You working around here?" 

"No, just vacationing for the summer. Got to leave the busy and noisy city and the smog. I could star gaze out here, clear sky and all.

"You're an astronomer, Rick?" 

"Nah, jus a hobby. I'm retired and wife past away a few years back. Nothing much to do but travel once a year to keep my self busy." 

Then Joan honks the car and waved at Drake and pointed at her watch. Drake raised his hand and turned to Rick 

"Got to get going now, got a two hour drive ahead. We'll be back tonight. Do you mind joining us for dinner sometime?" 

"Lovely, sure is getting lonely for an old man like me. You know where I'm staying" and they shook hands again and Drake runs over to their car and drove off waving at Rick when they passed him by. 

"Can't wait to meet your family Drake" he told him self and started to walk down the street. Drake filled Joan with details so far what he knows about Rick and he told her he invited him over for dinner sometime and Joan agreed.

Tammy woke up first and as soon as she stood up she felt a little ache on her pussy and she felt weird between her legs when she walked. She's just sore from last night being her first time, she believes. Somehow, she felt different too and looked out the window and saw her dad talking to someone next door. Funny, she thought no one lives there.

Tammy then took a towel and wrapped it around her body and went to the bathroom to take a long bath. She prepared the tub and brushed her teeth while waiting for the tub to fill. She got in and took a relaxing bath.

A few moment later, Josh walked in the bathroom to pee not knowing Tammy was in the tub. He was in a hurry and went straight right in and took out his dick and started to pee. Then he heard Tammy giggle and he was startled. He looked over Tammy 

"You're up early." 

"Dork its almost 10:00 and dad and mom left already. Found the note on the mirror it's right there" and she pointed over the counter. 

In the process she exposed her boobs above the water and bubbles and Josh saw it. He got a flash back of last night and his cock started to throb and Tammy noticed his shorts making a tent. Josh looked over her and slid down his shorts and went over to Tammy holding his semi erect cock. 

"Please sis, can you?" and pointed his lips down to his cock. 

"Well, at least wash your dick first since you just pee'd" and she grabbed a wash cloth and wiped off his semi hard cock. 

Tammy knelt in the tub and held his cock with one hand and she started to envelop his cock with her luscious lips. She stroked it while she was licking and sucking the head.

Josh moaned with satisfaction and Tammy could feel his dick get harder and bigger in her mouth. She then started sucking and stroking his now hard dick. She's trying her best to suck his cock the way she knew how. She let go of his shaft and tried to swallow as much as she could and she could only get about 4 inches or a little more in her mouth but Josh never complained or asked more.

She was doing fine and Josh held her head with both hands and started to fuck her mouth gently. Tammy gagged once and he apologized to her. He continued on and until he's ready to shoot his load. 

"I'm coming sis, do you want me to come in you mouth?" 

Tammy wanted to experience it so she nods her head.

Josh pulled his cock till only the head engulfed by her sisters' lips and started to stroke his shaft and it didn't last long and he shot his load in her mouth.

Tammy's eyes were closed and her hands on Josh's thighs, she didn't move until her brother pulled his cock out of her mouth. His cum is still in her mouth, she tasted the saltines yet sweetness of his cum but she doesn't have the courage of swallowing it so she spitted it out on the wash cloth.

Josh thanked her and he said he'd return the favor later on whenever she wanted it and then headed down stairs to get something to eat.

Tammy resumed her bath and she started to rub her aching cunt and she just recalled her experience last night and she started to feel the pleasure in her pussy and she played with her clit until she came. She wasn't really satisfied, it's not the same when her brother licked her. Finished up and dried herself with the towel and went back to her room to get dressed.

A bit later the phone rang and she answered the phone in her room on the second ring and it's Jill. 

"Hi Tam, where did you go last night?" Joan asked. 

"I wasn't really ready and it doesn't feel right? Tammy replied. 

"I hope you're not mad at me, I should have let you know what I'm up to." 

"It's alright, somehow my night turned out great." 

"Really?"

"I'd tell you sometime if I feel like it." 

"Can't give me a hint will you?" Tammy almost told her, but it's her own little secret and she just told Jill about Jay. 

"Well, I met a guy and he's really nice and I like him." 

"Is he a hunk, cute, do I know him? Come on Tam tell me more" Jill begged her.

"Well, I'm not sure if you know him but he goes to our school. He's not a jock but I really enjoyed talking to him and I feel at ease with him." 

"Where did you met him, what's his name, what......." and Tammy cut her off.

"Jill! You ask too many questions. He gave me a ride home and we had pizza. Maybe I'll just introduce him to you when I see him at school, is that fair?" 

Then Jill asked about Dave "It seems like you really like this guy, I hope he's better looking than Dave?" 

"You don't judge a person by its look Jill and I believe he's a better person than Dave." 

"So you won't get mad if I tell you that I also had Dave last night?" Tammy didn't even hesitate and answered "I already expecting it when I left him and saw you almost completely naked."

Jill didn't respond at that then "I guess you are right about not to judge anyone from the outside in a different perspective, I could testify to that." 

"What do you mean Jill, did anything went wrong last night?" Tammy asked with concern in her voice. 

"No, no. It's just that I didn't expect Scott the way I was expecting him to be and same with Dave."

Tammy still was confused "What are you talking about Jill? Clear my mind please." 

And Jill answered her directly "Well, they're big." 

"What's big." "Tam come on, their dick, it's fucking big OK?" 

Then silence a bit then Tammy asked "How big?" then Jill just laughed. 

"To give you the details, Scott was thick and I mean THICK I can't even get it in my mouth and it really hurt when he fucked me." 

"God Jill, you didn't stop him?" Tammy demanded. 

"I tried but I guess nothing could stop them. Besides it just hurts the first time and then it eases up. But god! It hurts and I don't think I'll do it again with him if I had a choice." 

Tammy was curious about Dave "How about Dave is he" and Jill finished the question 

"Big? Are we anxious to know?" 

Jill couldn't see it but Tammy blushed a little, 

"So?" Tammy answered. 

Jill spilled it out, "Dave was long and I liked how he fucked me, how his cock felt inside my mouth and pussy. He's long enough that he couldn't get it in all the way. He's not rough with me but I could tell that he can be" and Jill continued on for more details. Tammy was getting hot and she felt the tingle in her pussy again. 

Jill asked her "Tam, is it over between you and Dave? Cause I like Dave, and if he wants me? I'll go out with him again."  Tammy just laughed, "It's OK Jill, if he wants you fine with me, no heart feelings. I'll still be friends with you and Dave." 

"Tam, are you sure its all OK? Dave still wished he was fucking you instead of me last night and he told me this himself." 

Tammy was surprised "He said that before he fucked you? What a prick, that's such a turn off to me!" she blurted out to Jill. 

"Well, it didn't turn me off. I guess it's because of his dick." and they both laughed. 

"Got to go now Tam, talk to you later and maybe compare notes at school, more details huh?" and she giggled. 

"See you at school Monday then and Pleaaase more details hi-hi-hi" and they hung up.

Tammy didn't know that Josh picked up the phone downstairs at the same time she did. Tammy and Jill didn't know that Josh was listening and he heard the whole thing. He hung up as soon as he heard the two "clicks". 

"Got to keep an eye on those two guys, Scott and Dave." 

They don't smell good based on what he heard from Jill, he got a bad feeling about those two. "They better stay away from little sis." 

Then he heard Tammy on her way down stairs. He was at the breakfast nook eating what their caring mom prepared for them. Tammy showed up 

"Anything to eat around here?"

Josh pointed at the oven with his fork and said 

"Over there, mom cooked us some omelet with bacon on the side and I got your bread in the toaster." 

Tammy went over the oven and retrieved her brunch and took the toasted bread on the way to the breakfast nook to join her brother. 

"Whose on the phone?" Josh asked her sister. 

"It's Jill, just making sure that I made it home last night." 

"I thought she brought you home, are you hiding something?" he jokingly asked. "No, some friends drop by too and its getting rowdy and I wasn't in the mood and I just left. Luckily, one of the guys from school saw me walking and offered me a ride home that's all" and she started to eat her omelet. 

Tammy just confirmed what he heard on the phone, Josh thought to himself. Josh observed her sister eating her brunch and he couldn't imagine what he's feeling for her. Whether it's sisterly love, lust or whatever he's content just seeing her. Then he noticed her nipples through her tank top and he felt his lust for her sister again.

Josh moved to put away his dishes over the sink and he looked over to her again and from where he's at he could see her curvy, smooth and firm legs. She got a mini skirt on and he could see her thighs high enough to make every guy to gawk over and turn heads.

He played the scenes from last night in his mind. Her small delicate lips wrapped around his shaft, the scent of her sweet pussy, beautiful small mound spread before him and etc. His dick started to harden and made a bulge in his running shorts.

Tammy looked over where Josh is and the first thing she saw is the bulge in his brother's shorts. 

"Oh no here we go again, Josh you can't be always have a hard-on every time you see me" Tammy told him. 

"I can't help it sis, you're so beautiful more beautiful than any girls I had not even Sheryl" he confessed. 

"Josh that's so sweet, but you know its wrong and we couldn't do this every time?" 

"I know but can you blame me? Besides I told you I'd return a favor?"

Then Tammy noticed that the bulge in his pants began to disappear, getting smaller. She then turned around on her stool, resting her back against the counter and her arms stretched along the edge. She then opened her thighs wide exposing her white panty and she tilt her head back and closed her eyes. 

Josh approached her and knelt in front of her spread legs. He caressed her inner thighs and slid her mini skirt further up and he started to kiss her thighs all over. Then he reached over her waist and holds the garter of her panty and started to pull down on it. 

Tammy sensed what he wanted and she lifted her butt high enough for her big brother to slide her panty off.

Josh didn't waste a second to kiss and lick her beautiful mound as soon as he got her panty off. He could smell the sweetness of her little sister's pussy and he licked her slit till he could taste her sweet juices and hear her soft moans.

He kept licking her slit for a few more minutes when she started to move her butt to meet his slashing tongue. Then he stood up and drops his shorts and off his ankles and started to stroke his already hard cock. 

Tammy opened her eyes to see what Josh was up to and she saw him standing between her legs holding his stiff cock ready to fuck her. She didn't took her eyes off his cock and observed it anxiously on what's about to happen. 

Josh slid the head of his cock up and down her cunt slit spreading his pre cum and he steadied and started to push his cock inside her pussy. 

Tammy observed her pussy lips parted to welcome her big brother's hard cock and she moaned as soon as the head was inside her. 

Josh lifted her right leg and let it hang on her arm and he pushed more of his cock in Tammy's pussy until it's all the way in. He started to fuck her long and slow at first and he could felt her pussy tightened and hear her moan 

"Ahhh, ahhh,ahhhh, hmmm". 

He let go of her leg and pulled out his cock from her pussy and helps her get off the stool, turned her around and pushed her back forward. Tammy ended up leaning forward and he pushed her more while holding her waist. 

Tammy got the idea and she bent forward and rested her elbows on top of the stool and Josh brushed her inner thighs with his outer thighs to signal her to open up a little and she did. 

He then pointed his cock on her cunt and slid it all the way in one motion, his pubic hair pressed against her butt. Tammy was in ecstasy and moaned 

"Ahhhh, Josh". 

He began to fuck her doggy style and Tammy loved it. Josh begun to fuck her a little faster and then faster till her sister cried out, 

"Oh Josh, I'm cuminnnnng." 

Tammy came so hard, harder than last night and her knees began to buckle from her intense orgasm. Josh felt it and he fucked her faster, his cock sliding in and out of her cunt her cum juice spread on all over his shaft. 

He held her waist to support her till she could support her position again and he kept on fucking her and didn't last long and he pulled his cock off her in time for him to shoot his load on her ass cheeks. He then grabbed a paper towel from the counter and wiped off his cum from her sister's ass cheeks. 

Tammy straightened up and turned to him 

"That was awesome Josh, why didn't you come inside me just like last night?" "Don't want the chance to get you pregnant sis, last night was your first time and it's a slim chance of getting you pregnant, I hope." 

"I hope you're right too" Tammy commented. 

"I'll talk to Sheryl about birth control pills if you want just to be on the safe side and I'll get you some condoms for the mean time." 

"Thanks again Josh for looking after me." 

"That's what I'm here for sis, to protect you and give you pleasure too" and he winked at her. They just smiled at each other and grabbed whatever clothes they managed to get off their bodies.

Rick took something from the windowsill and stepped away from the kitchen window as soon as he saw the girl bent over to pick up her panty. He quietly went around the tall brush that concealed the kitchen window and served as a separation between both properties. He just finished his walk and decided to leave a note for Drake, when he'll be available for dinner and a number to call him. 

He just happen to see a boy kneeling between the girls legs when he passed the drive way to the front door through the large front window and its vertical blinds where partially opened at the middle.

He then knew what's going on, looked around if there's anyone around and proceeded to go around the house and hoping that he could find a window that with its shades or blinds not shut and with a better view for the action. He was in luck when he saw the kitchen window. Its perfect, no one could see you there from either side unless you're in a birds eye view. 

He peeked over the window and it was perfect. He could see the young girl's right side and in full view and just about 25 feet away from the window. Rick saw a young lad his head buried between her legs and her head tilted back, her back resting on the counter. 

His dick began to grow and he urged not jerk off right there incase he get caught so he just watched in excitement. Then he taught of something and he went back inside the garage where he was staying and took something from his car and went back to the window. 

He just took the chance of getting caught by someone to get his digital video camera. It's small and thin and he could place it on the windowsill and you won't notice it from a distance unless you're looking for it.

He looked inside and at that moment the young lad has her legs in his arm and fucking her. It was perfect because he could actually see his cock going in and out of her beautiful mound and what a sight he thought. He set up his camera and pressed the record button making sure he got the lens to catch the whole action and he stood there watching the action take place.

* * * * * * * * * * * * * * 

Drake and Joan reached their destination a few minutes late. It's a country club for exclusive members only and by invitation only for non-members. The company president arranged to luncheon. It's for all the department heads from different branches across the state and some other states too. A well-prepared luncheon Joan thought as they enter the clubhouse.

Some greeted Drake with a nod, some he knew from his branch office and some he don't know but nod at him anyway. They found the assigned table for them and sat and a waiter asked them if they want anything to drink.

Drake ordered martini and Joan ordered a dackery. The waiter soon came back with their drinks and told them that the buffet table will be open in a few minutes. Some came over to their table and greeted them, talked a bit and then move on. The Buffet table was open soon and everyone proceeded to the table but Drake and Joan just stayed on their table and sips their drinks.

An average built black man wearing a sport jacket was standing at a corner, he's almost the same height as Drake. Well, groomed and handsome within standards of most women but not all. He was observing Joan from the moment he saw her came in with one of his sales department head, Drake. He's the Branch manager where Drake works and he just stood there eyeing Mrs. Langly. 

He stared at her angelic beautiful face and looks a lot younger from Drakes age. Joan was wearing a summer dress cut short about mid thighs revealing her curves and smooth slender legs and breast just perfectly proportioned to her body, dark silken hair draped against her back. He finally approached the couple after most of the guest went to the brunch table. Drake and Tammy didn't notice his approach 




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"Drake, good to see you made it. I thought you'll never get here" and offered his hand. 

Drake stood up and faced his boss "Got caught in a traffic, accident I believe" and shook her boss' hand. Then his boss turned to face Joan 

"And you must be Drake's daughter I presume?" he said jokingly.

Joan smiled and offered her hand "Joan and nice to hear such a compliment, but not to my husband." 

Drake introduced his boss to Joan "Joan, this is Mr. " and his boss cut him off.

"Call me Harry" and took her hand bent over to kiss her hand. 

"Drake, we've been together for a few years now and you call me by my first name in the office, why stop now. Cut that Mr. stuff OK?" and he let go of her hand and tapped Drake on the shoulder. "

Besides, why are you hiding such a beautiful wife?" he continued. Joan answered it for Drake "I'm just too busy taking care of the kids and when I get a free time I spend it at the gym or with friends." 

"Well, no wonder you look young. No offense Drake but you should go visit the gym too" he joked and all three laughed. 

Then Harry invited them to the buffet table and they all went to get some food. Joan invited Harry to sit with them since she found out that he and his wife were divorced and has only a son the same age as Josh.

Harry accepted of course, just an opportunity to know her better. They ate and talked more and listened to the company president speech. Then they went to tour the country club and saw what it offers for its members, Golf, Tennis, Cricket, Polo and so on. They even went to the stables and see the horses. Took them a while and its time to depart. They said their good byes 

"Hope to see you again" Joan said. 

"I hope so too" Harry replied back. 

He turned to Drake "Bring her to work sometime and show her what we do and your big office." 

"Sure Harry, when ever she's up to it. Then they headed for the parking lot. Drake saw them off and waved good bye. 

"I'll surely see you again Joan, I'll make sure of that" he whispered to himself.

Drake and Joan drove off and waved to Harry. 

"Are you sure he's you're boss, he seems young to head such a big Branch Office?" Joan asked Drake. 

"Yeah, he just lucky to be on the right place at the right time I guess" said Drake.

"Are you buddy, buddy with him?" 

"I guess you could say that, we talked and joked around the office and he's smarter than he looks" he told her. 

They talked more and she told Drake to invite him over sometime for dinner or a BBQ and he agreed. Drake drove and she fell asleep and by the time she woke up they're almost home and it's only 8:30 at night.

Drake parked the car on the driveway and he looked over the other house where Rick was staying and the house is dark and only the porch light is lit. He thought of going over and say Hello, but changed his mind, looks like he's not home. 

Joan was already out of the car and went straight to the front door. When Drake followed suit he saw Joan reading a note off a piece of paper. When he got there she handed him the paper and read it. Its a note from Rick with his phone number said he's available tomorrow night. 

Joan was already in the house and up the stairs and checked Josh and Tammy's bedroom. Josh was up surfing the net in his laptop computer and Joan went over to him and kissed his head 

"How's you're day dear? Didn't go out with your friends or Sheryl?" 

"Went to see Sheryl, mom but she got something going on with her family tonight." Josh told her mom. 

In actuality he did see his girlfriend and asked her to get Tammy some pills. He told Sheryl that he thinks that his sister is having sex already and he just want to make sure that she don't get pregnant by some dork. Josh smooth talked her girlfriend in giving him some of her supplies for his sister and as soon as he got home he gave Tammy the stuff a six month worth. 

Then Joan asked about Tammy "Is your sister home too?" 

"She's sleeping now I, guess she's tired. She cleaned the house and did the laundry I believe when I was at Sheryl's." Josh said. 

Then Joan kissed him on the cheeks don't stay up late and went over to Tammy's bedroom and peeked inside and saw her asleep. She went over and kissed her forehead and tucked her in. She went down stairs to see what Drake was doing and saw him over the kitchen counter looking over some mail. 

"Anything interesting dear?" 

"Nothing, same old bills and junk mail as always."

Then Drake asked Joan "Think we could invite Rick over tomorrow night?" 

"Sure why not, I'll prepare a roast for dinner, how's that sound?" Joan suggested. 

Drake nod and called the number from the note. It rang 4 times then the answer machine kicked in "Please leave your message after the beep- Beeeep". 

"Hello Rick? Drake here! Dinner here at 6:00 come over a little early if you want for a beer or two before dinner, see you then" and Drake hang up.

Rick was at home and heard the phone ring but didn't answer. He heard the message left by Drake and then continued what he was doing on his laptop computer and a very expensive one too. On the screen, he's watching a young man fucking this lovely, gorgeous gal doggie style.

He's been editing the movie he recorded earlier this morning. Enhancing and zooming in and so forth. He's so pleased on the recording he took and editing it made it much, much better. You could actually see her face and her pussy lips up close. He already watched it 3 times and jerked off as well. Not bad for an old fart he commented in his thoughts. 

"Will sure see you tomorrow especially my young ladies" he told himself and turned off his computer and went to bed.

* * * * * * * * * * * * * * *

Sunday morning went by quick, Joan told her kids that they'll be home by dinner and reminded them that its school tomorrow. Josh and Tammy kissed their mom and where off the door and Joan yelled after them 

"Dinner at six and we got a guest coming over!" but Josh and Tammy was out the door already. She doesn't know if they heard him or not. 

She was preparing the things she will need for dinner and Drake went to clean up the garage and do some trimming for the bush out side the kitchen window was getting taller. Soon it's was almost dinner time, Josh and Tammy came in at 4:30.

They went to the mall and watch a movie together and it seems odd to their mom that they went out together and actually watch a movie. She knew they were close but it just seem odd but she knew that it's wonderful that her kids were getting along and no quarrels between the siblings. Josh and Tammy freshened up for dinner and watched TV through their satellite feed subscription while waiting for dinner. 

Then the doorbell rang and Tammy ran to the door and opened it and saw an older man than her father, he looks like to be almost her grandpa she thought she said "Hi!" and with her beautiful smile gleaming at him. 

Rick was stunned and all his life in his age, he never seen such a beauty. Then Drake showed up by the door 

"Hello Rick, glad you could make it. This is Tammy my daughter." then Drake introduced Rick 

"Tammy this is Rick from next door, he's renting the place." and Rick extended his hand and Tammy did the same and Rick felt the softest hand he ever felt in a while.

Drake invited him in and led him at the family room and introduced him to Josh, "This is my eldest Josh." and he told Josh about Rick living next door and both shook hands. 

Rick looked over to Josh and asked Drake, "You said he's your son?" 

"He's the eldest" replied Drake. He then offered Rick a seat and asked Rick to get him and Rick a drink. 

"Beer Rick?" 

"That's fine, thank you" said Rick. 

"Tell mom that Rick is here too" Drake told Josh. Josh came back with 2 cold beers and talked, filling each other of what they do and so fort. Josh and Tammy just watched TV minding their own business. 

A few minutes later Joan showed up and said dinner is ready. Tammy and Josh raced over to the dining area just like small kids pass their mom and Joan playfully slaps Tammy on the butt as she pass by. 

Then Drake and Rick approached her. Rick extended his hand but Tammy just ignored it and went straight to him and gave him a friendly hug. Rick felt her nipples against his chest and he was stunned and he responded with a loose hug. 

"Glad to see you Rick" Joan said. 

Rick just smiled back and he observed the close resemblance of mother and daughter, both beauty and petite frame would make any old man feel young again. They went to the dinning area and Drake had Rick seat between him and Tammy. 

Rick could smell Tammy's sweet scent and he couldn't imagine that he had just finished watching this young beautiful girl being fucked by her own brother in his computer screen just before he came over. He just smiled when he thought of his plans starting to bloom. They had a nice dinner and Rick was so welcomed that he thought he was part of the family. Telling the young kids about astronomy and where he traveled, different countries and all.

After dinner Drake told Josh and Tammy to get ready for bed and its school tomorrow. Both said good night to Rick and they raced again up stairs.

Rick thanked Drake and Joan for a lovely dinner and shook hands with Rick and Joan gave him another friendly hug but this time he hug her a little tighter than before and felt her breast against his chest. 

Joan didn't mind, she thought of him like her father. Drake showed him to the door and said good night to Rick.

Rick walked the short distance to his front porch and unlocked the door and went in head straight to where his gadgets are and started to turn on his computer and played the movies he dearly treasured for this will make his summer vacation he'll never forget. 

He kept playing the scene of Tammy one leg lifted and zoomed in to her cunt and Josh's cock sliding in and out of her mound. He never has seen such a perfect and beautiful cunt. Rick was hoping that he'll got the opportunity to get Tammy to get things rolling, he just got a few weeks left before he got to go back to New York and he wants Joan too.

Tammy rode with Josh to school as always. She was expecting Jill waiting for her at the usual place but she wasn't there. Class went by quickly and during break she was hoping to see Jay but with no luck. She just went on to her classes and hoping that Jill is fine cause she usually calls when she won't make it to school.

She managed to call her during lunch and Jill's aunt answered the phone. She found out that Jill won't be going to school for two weeks cause Jill went with her parents to Hawaii for reason she don't know. Class was over by 2:00 and she went to the library to finish her assignments since Jill wasn't there to take her home. She took the school bus afterward.

She got off the nearest route where the bus was scheduled to stop but its a few blocks where she lives and she started to walk. Then a few blocks on an exotic car stopped beside her and honked. She was startled and she looked over the Jaguar's driver seat and recognized Rick.

Rick was on his way home from the store and he noticed a young girl crossing the intersection in front of him. She was wearing tight jeans and blouse, noticed her tight curve of her butt her long black hair tied like a ponytail. He thought he recognizes her to be Tammy 

"What a luck I'm having and there she was" and he pulled over beside her and honks his car.

Rick waved at her and he opened the window and offered her a ride home since he's going home himself. 

Tammy smiled and went to the passenger side and climbed in. Rick took off and started to converse with Tammy and convinced her to see his star gazing charts and films that he took how amazing to see them and all. 

Rick drove through his driveway and the garage door opened when he pressed the garage door control and parked his car inside and closed the garage door as soon as the car cleared the door. They went in and Rick offered her some drink but she declined 

"Thanks but I'm fine." 

And she proceeded to look over the house and it was big and beautifully decorated. Then Rick called her over from the second floor overlooking the living room and motioned her to come up. She did and found him in one of the room full of gadgets. She noticed a telescope by the window and charts on one of the desks and some pinned on the wall. 

"Wow, you got some great stuff in here." she commented. 

"Wait till you see some what I got stored on this computer, galaxies and meteors that I recorded" Rick told her. 

He opened his laptop and turned it on, pressed a few buttons and the screen started to fill with colorful frame shots of galaxies. It amuses her and she was quite into it. Rick just stood behind her by the door when suddenly the pictures turned to her bedroom window and she saw herself naked then she disappeared and saw Josh entered her room. Then he saw Josh kneeling down but not a good view of what really was going on.

Tammy was shocked and speechless her hand over her mouth. She started to turn around but Rick told her it gets better and then she saw herself, her thighs wide open and Josh between her thighs his dick sliding in and out of her cunt. It's perfect and clear and she even saw it in close-up and her face in focus with unmistakable pleasure. She didn't move she just stared at the screen 

"What do you mean by this?" her voice soft with sadness. 

"Nothing to me, and I believe your question is more for me, don't you think?" he asked her. 

"I really don't know why you are doing this to me" she told him "and I'm not quite sure what you want from me." 

Rick sense her innocence of the game he was playing her and he told her "What would happen if your parents found out about your little secret and the proof is right there in front of you?" 

Tammy was still focused on the screen, now she saw herself bent over and Josh fucking her from behind. She finally realized where Rick was going 

"What do you want me to do to keep this between us?" 

"What would you want to offer me?" he countered. 

She knew money is not in question here and she could not think of anything that she has that will be valuable for him. She was quiet for awhile and the screen stopped playing and Rick waited for any answer from her. 

"Tell you what" he went over to his briefcase and retrieved a VHS tape and laid it down in front of her "you can have this and think it over tonight." 

He then moved where he could see her beautiful face and continued, 

"It's been awhile since the last time I been with any woman and you're so beautiful that every man will go crazy for you." He paused then continued on "An old man like me would never have the chance to have someone like you and I hope you understand now what I want." 

He pointed at the tape "There's a number right there where you could call me and I expect to hear your answer between 11:00 a.m. and 1:00 p.m. tomorrow. I don't hear from you meant that you don't care what ever I do." 

He moved closer to her and leaned over and perched his hands over the table and looked at her "What ever you decide starts tomorrow after school." 

He stood straight and started at the door "You may leave now, you could use the door by the kitchen if you don't want to be noticed. I'll be waiting for you call." He then disappeared somewhere inside the house.

Tammy stood slowly. Her knees were weak. She stared at the tape on top of the desk and saw a number on it. She picked it up and went down the stairs and looked around where the kitchen is because she decides to use the back door. She found the door she was looking for and went out side and crossed the walkway to her home.

No one was home at the moment and she went straight to her bedroom. She sat on the bed and looked at the tape in her hand. There are a lot of things going on in her head and then she looked over at her window and saw the blind were open. She stood up and went over to her window and closed the blinds. She went over to her TV set with VHS player built-in and inserted the tape. As soon as the tape went in the TV turned on, blackness and then she saw herself again on TV.

The scene started from her bedroom naked and she watched the whole thing up to the scene in their dinning area where Josh was shooting his cum on her ass cheeks and the TV screen went dark right after she bent over and picked up her panty on the floor. She turned of the TV with the remote and retrieved the tape out of the set and hid it somewhere inside her walk-in closet.

She went to the bathroom across her room and washed her face. She then pulled down her tight pants so she could pee and she noticed her panty was soaking wet. Her cunt was extremely hot from her own movie but she was completely unconscious about it due to the fact that she was thinking of what she would tell that horny old bastard. She took a quick shower and a nap afterwards.

She woke a few minutes later and went down stairs and found her mom Joan in the kitchen preparing for dinner. It was over past six at night and Drake usually gets home by seven and the kids could stay till 9 at night. Joan prepares dinner and sets the meal on the table. They seldom have dinner together as a family on weekdays but Sunday night is always a family dinner.

Joan usually waits for her husband so they could eat dinner together and the kids eat whenever they get home if for some reason they hadn't ate while they were out that late.

Tammy found out that her mom and dad has an appointment for a full pampering and massage for five days starting tomorrow night from 6 to 8. Then she found out that it's a gift from Rick. Joan told her daughter that she'd prepare dinner before they head out on their appointment and she'll leave it in the oven for her and Josh.

Tammy just listened deafly when Joan kept mentioning the all expense paid pampering Rick gave them. Tammy thought that Rick was rich due to the fact that he drives an expensive car and travels all over the world, and could afford such gifts.

Tammy cleaned up and washed the dishes and said good night to Joan and then went to her bedroom and climbed in bed. She tried to sleep but she kept thinking about what that old man wanted. She pictured herself being fucked by an old fart and she wondered how long could they last or how their dick looked liked. She couldn't decide if she was excited about the thought but she decided that she's about to find out. She closed her eyes and fell asleep in a few minutes.

* * * * * * * * * * * * * 

Tammy was restless and couldn't concentrate in class. She's been thinking what to do; she got to make her mind in a few hours if she will call the old pervert. She's heading for gym class and proceeded to the girl's dressing room to change.

After 30 minutes of work out their gym coach allowed them to do their own thing. Some of the girls went to play volleyball, others went out to the field to play soccer and some did their own with some gymnastic stuff. Tammy's thoughts were somewhere else and just followed the girls out to the field.

She was the last one out of the door and was startled when someone grabbed by her left arm unexpectedly and was pulled aside and pushed against the wall.

Tammy was disoriented at what just happened and when her mind and sight settled to the person in front of her while its hands pinning her shoulders against the cold brick wall. She was a bit surprised and said, "Scott! What are you doing? You're hurting me!" 

Tammy didn't even notice Dave till he said something, "Come on Scott, you didn't need to be rough!"

Scott looked at his friend, "How the hell you want to do it? Besides, I didn't mean to."

"What's going on?" Tammy asked as she looked over to Dave.

"Shut up!" Scott yelled at her and pulled her off the wall and starts to drag her by her right arm towards the corner of the building behind the bleachers and then Dave grabbed her left arm.




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Tammy was a bit confused as both guys held her arms and as they turned the corner she started to protest, tried to pull her arms off the gripping hands of Scott and Dave. She began to speak but Scott cut her off and felt his hand gripped her arm harder that hurt her a little, "I said shut up and be quiet! We just want to talk!"

When they got to their destination, behind the building and under the bleachers where no one could see them, Scott and Dave released her and stepped back.

Scott eyed her as she stood in front of them with her short gym shorts and a white shirt her hair in a ponytail. Dave observed her beautiful face especially her red small lips. His gaze went down to her shapely white smooth legs.

Tammy could tell from the way these two guys look at her that she's in a bit of trouble but she tried to reason that they just might want to talk and they were all friends, she thought.

"OK! What is this all about?" Tammy asked as she looks at Scott and Dave.

"Just want to know where Jill is? She didn't show for school since we all got together in her place" Scott said first.

"Is that all? You didn't need to drag me! Jeeezz" she replied and crossed her arms in front of her chest. "All I know is there's an emergency of sort and she'll be back in two weeks. She didn't even call me!" she finished.

"You're not hiding anything? You didn't talk to her at all?" Scott interrogating.

"She called me the following morning and just talked" she said.

"What did you talked about?" Scott asked.

"Girl stuff! What does it concern you?" Tammy answered a little irritated.

Scott and Dave eyed her lustfully all the while they were conversing. "She told you what went on that night?" Scott continued.

"It's pretty obvious to me what went on before I left" Tammy said.

"And what that could be?" Scott asked in a teasing manner.

Tammy blushed thinking of what he asked and knowing what she saw that night.

Scott and Dave saw her blushed and she looked away biting her lower lip and they looked at each other and smiled. "Did you wish you should have stayed around?" Dave asked this time.

Tammy didn't answer, she really don't like where this conversation is going. She saw Scott move towards her and heard him asked, "Did you?" 

Scott moved towards her and Tammy reacted by stepping backwards and raising her left arm thinking that he will hit her because of his tone of voice. She almost tripped backward as she bump her back legs on one of the box crates behind her and at that time Scott grab hold of her raised arm and waist. Her body ended up pressing against his with his left arm around her lower back.

Tammy caught her breath and as she felt his hand move from her lower back to her ass and felt him squeeze it. She reacted by attempting to push him off but to no avail. She even felt his cock through his gym shorts and hers against her mound.

Scott held her and squeezed her butt cheeks as he pressed his groin against her mound and even made a circling motion.

"Get off me you asshole!" Tammy yelled.

And as soon as she said the word she felt a sharp cold object against her left cheek and she froze.

Dave was at their side at an instant. "What the hell is that?" Dave yelled at Scott as he grabs hold of Tammy's right arm.

"She knows she wants it. Don't you Tammy?" Scott said as he press the small knife against her skin.

Tammy was shocked at the cold and sharp object she felt against her cheek. She didn't move an inch. She felt Dave's hand took her right arm and Scott not letting go of her ass. She didn't answer and she just stood still.

When Scott noticed that she didn't react or answered, he continued to pull her ass against his groin and he made a grinding motion pressing his already semi-hard cock against her mound and said to Scott, "See! I told you she likes it." 

"Damn Scott! You don't have to that, this is not what we talked about!" Dave said.

"I'm fucking tired of waiting to make your move buddy! If you don't want any of this then FUCK OFF!" Scott replied angrily.

Dave was tempted to knock his friend off for his remarks but he wants her too more than anything. He just looked at Scott and he moved his hand to her right breast feeling and squeezing it through her bra and shirt.

Tammy pleaded, "Please don't do this. Please!"

Scott just smiled at his friend, "Yeah baby! I knew you'd come around it." He stepped back a few steps taking her with him away from the box crates.

Dave let go of her arm and breast and positioned himself behind her and lifted her shirt off her and caressed both side of her waist up to her ribs and to her bra and he slid it up till her firm breast slid and popped off its cups.

Scott didn't waste any second and planted his lips on Tammy's pink nipple as soon as he saw it slid out off her bra and started to suck it.

Dave was a bit jealous and upset that he should be the first to taste her nipple since she's his girl, technically. He squeezed her other breast with out protection now feeling her smooth and erect nipple against his palm.

Tammy was afraid to move as she could still feel the sharp object at her side. All she could manage was to beg them to stop as she felt Scott's lips sucking her left nipple and Dave's hand squeezing and caressing her right breast as Scott continues to grind his now erect cock against her mound through their gym shorts.

Dave continues to feel her breast and kissing her back and neck despite her plea. Scott didn't stop either, licking and sucking her erect pink nipple till he felt a hand grab his shoulder and turned him around in force, "You heard her, get off her!"

Scott was surprised and Dave as well. Tammy gasps as she felt the sharp object gauged her as Scott was forcefully turned away from her.

"What the fuck!" Scott yelled to the guy in front of him. "You better get lost or else" and pointed the small knife.

Tammy covered the area where she felt the knife gauged her with her left hand as she looked over Scott's shoulder to see the person that interrupted her rape. She gasps and smiled as she recognized Jay the Pizza delivery guy who gave her a ride. Then Dave moved beside Scott and seems to hide Tammy from Jay. "Butt off moron or you'll regret it" Dave said.

"Let her go" is all Jay said calmly.

Scott and Dave just shook their head and Scott suddenly lounge at Jay unexpectedly but jay just dodged him in a swift move and pushed him to the dirt loosing the knife he once held. Dave followed suit but Jay just made a roundhouse kick and before Dave knew it was felt his foot against the side of his head and knock him down beside Scott.

Tammy ran towards Jay and hid behind him and held on to his arm like a child. She totally forgot that her breast was still exposed and it pressed against his arm.

Jay didn't even flinch as he felt her against his arm, he didn't even look at her. He was staring at the two guys on the dirt in front of him, "You better go or you'll regret it if you even think of fighting me" he watched them like a hawk as they stood up, "and I don't want to see you close or even look at her. I swear you don't want me to find out if you know what's good for you."

Scott was furious and wants to lounge at Jay but Dave stopped him. Dave knew better just the way Jay handled them in the first place. He grabs hold of Scott and stepped backward and after a few steps they turned around and left Jay and Tammy behind.

Tammy was still in shock of what just happened, everything seems to went in a flash. 

Jay turned around to face Tammy when the two guys were in a distance to make any move on them. He couldn't avoid staring at Tammy's lovely breast with her pink nipples sticking out at him and then he noticed her hand covering her side, "Are you OK? Let me look at that" he said as he took hold of her left hand and peeled it away from her skin.

Tammy snapped back from her shock as she felt Jay's hand on hers and saw him bent down to look at her side. She let him hold her hand and she looked at her side as well and then finally realized that her breasts are still exposed. She slid her bra down to cover her lovely breasts with her right hand, she was about to say something when he heard him spoke.

"I think you should report those two dorks and get them expelled" Jay said as he examine the skin on her side. He just saw a mark with light pinkish color of about an inch or two with no blood or scratch. He touched it with his middle finger feeling her soft skin. "It just scraped your skin; it didn't even cut or scratched your skin: he said as he straightens up to face her.

Tammy just stared at him and was glad that he came around and he saw his smile at her. "Thank you" she said softly as she went closer to him and hugged him closely.

Jay was taken aback when he felt her body against him and her arms tightly wrapped around his back. He didn't know how to respond to that but his arms responded back hugging her body and his hand rested against the skin of her back and felt its softness. Then he heard her again, "Thank you" as she laid her head against his chest.

"Are you OK?" Jay asked as he heard her sniff. "You want to report those two?"

Tammy tried to control her emotions and gently pulled away from Jay, "I'm fine. I just don't want any trouble; I'll just let it be."

"Are you sure about that?"

"Yeah, I'm sure. Besides you'll be around to protect me right?" Tammy asked jokingly to get out of the tension of the moment.

Jay noticed that she's still missing her shirt and he looked around them and saw her shirt by the crate boxes. "Excuse me" he said and quickly retrieved her shirt and handed it back to her.

Tammy smiled again and slid the shirt back on her luscious body; she ran her hands against the front of her shirt to smooth out the wrinkles.

They both headed back inside the gym, "How did you do that?" Tammy asked as they walk.

"Did what?" Jay asked back.

"You know, how you made that move with Scott and especially to Dave?' "You know those boneheads?"

"I was sort of going out with Dave and Scott is seeing my best friend Jill."

"Did I stop something that I shouldn't have?" Jay asked curiously.

Tammy jokingly pushed him, "Stop that silly! You're actually my hero" she said and gave him the most angelic and beautiful smile.

Jay laughed as she pushed him. Then he noticed something on the ground and picked it up. It was a small pocket knife and noticed that it's quite dull but the point could still make any damage as he examined it.

"What you got there?" Tammy asked as they continue to walk.

"The knife that almost cut you, it's pretty dull" Jay said as he put it in his pocket.

Tammy just nod and then asked again, "So how did you do it?"

"Huh?" Jay questioned.

Tammy just gave her the look. 

Then Jay said, "Oh! Back there?"

Tammy raised an eye brow, "Yeah!"

"I take karate class after school that's why I don't hang around the school, and I got a black belt." Jay said.

"That's awesome! Maybe you could give me some lessons?" Tammy asked.

Jay was about to answer her when they heard the whistle blow and a bullhorn from the gym instructor to clean-up.

Tammy walked faster, almost running ahead of Jay, then suddenly stopped and ran back at him and kissed him on the cheek and then took off again "I got to go! Can you call me?" Tammy yelled back at him and she took off.

Jay wanted to say something raising his hand, "Wait! I don't know your num..b..e..r" bur she was gone and out of sight. He just stood there for a second and just shook his head and a smile on his face.

Tammy was I a big hurry to get cleaned up and change off his gym clothes and to her next class. All the time her mind were some where else thinking of what just happened and she swear that she don't want to see Scott and Dave any more and she made her mind that she'll let her brother Josh know and those two will surely pay.

She reached in her pocket to get a tissue she always kept with her. She pulled out a piece of paper instead and was totally shocked that she completely forgot about Rick when she saw the number written on the piece of paper.

"Damn, I almost forgot!" she said to her self. "I got to call that old geezer." Then she was frustrated once more when she thought of Jay, "Damn! I forgot to give Jay my number too!" as she said it to herself as she smack her forehead with the right palm of her hand.

At lunch, Tammy looked around the cafeteria for Jay but he wasn't around. She proceeded towards the side door of the cafeteria and outside the building where a pay phone was located and called the number listed on the paper she had.

The phone rang twice before someone answered and Tammy was completely disappointed for she was hoping that no one will answer. She didn't answer right at the moment when she heard his voice but finally answered when he called her name.

"Yeah, it's me (pause) Yes, I understand, but can we do this tomorrow? (pause) I just got some last minute projects to catch up on and…..(pause) OK, OK, I'll be there after school." Tammy finally said and hanged the phone as she let out a deep breath.

Tammy got home early and found a note on the dinning table from Joan stating that dinner is in the oven and they'll be home maybe a little late. She made a pouting gesture at the letter as she laid it back down. "I guess mom and dad are in the spa compliments of old geezer to get them occupied" she said to her self.

She was startled when the phone rang and she answered it. "I noticed your home, why don't you come over? I'll be waiting" Rick said on the other end of the line. She was to reply but Rick hung up before she got the chance. Tammy just stared at the phone for a few seconds before she put it down on its cradle.

Tammy sighed and proceeded to upstairs to her room to change and freshen up a little before she went over next door. She wore fresh new panty on but didn't bother to wear a bra and changed into a knee length skirt and a sweater, white socks and a pair of sneakers.

She knocked at the kitchen door behind the house and heard Rick telling her to come in. And when she was inside the house she looked around and didn't see anyone, "Hello!" she said loud enough for someone to hear within the house.

"Up here!" She heard and she slowly walked through the huge kitchen and to the open area that could be the formal living room and then heard a voice almost on top her, "Up here!" She looked up and saw Rick on the second floor leaning over the railing with a pleasing mile, she thought for an old guy.

Rick waved at her signaling for her to come up, "I was wondering if you changed your mind, I was really glad to see you" he said as he started to walk towards the stairs and waited for her till she was on the landing below. He motioned for her to come up once more as she looked up to him.

Tammy hesitated a little before she starts to climb the steps and when she's up stairs in front of Rick, "Sorry, I thought to freshen up a little before I come over" she said.

"You look great!" Rick just commented as he took hold of her left hand and proceeded through the hallway guiding her along.

Soon they where inside of a fairly large room and Rick closed the door behind them and then went by the bed and sat on its edge. He looked at Tammy and once again he's face to face with this young beautiful girl. With her innocent angelic face with natural red lips, her dark long hair in a ponytail, wearing a sweater that hugs her petite body perfectly, he was a bit disappointed about the long skirt she wore hiding her wonderful legs but none the less she looked stunning.

Tammy was a bit conscious of Rick staring at her. She really doesn't know what to do. All the while on her way here, her thoughts were preoccupied of how long could an old man last and wondering how his cock would look like. Now she's about to find out when she finally heard him and telling her to come closer.

Rick watched her as she walked towards him. All the while he's waiting for this moment he only masturbated watching the video he recorded of her and her brother fucking. Now it's his turn to fuck such a young cunt, he couldn't remember the last time he fuck someone, it's been a while he thought and it's been years since his wife passed away. All he has is her lovely daughter perhaps same age as Tammy.

Tammy stopped and stood in front of Rick and told her to start taking her clothes off. She hesitated again and saw him nod at her to go on. She took her sweater off first exposing her perfect shape breast with pink nipple pointing out. Then she unfastens a clasp on the side of her waist and her skirt fell down around her feet. She shriveled a little as she felt a light breeze of cold air against her body.

Rick watched her as she strip naked and stood in front of him with only her panty on. His heart starts to pound hard as he observed Tammy's young luscious body perfectly proportioned. Her breast is just perfect not too small and not too big. Her legs smooth and shapely perfect.

He stood up and moved closer to her and started to caress her arm to her shoulder to her lovely face and down to her chest. He moved the back of his left hand around her breast and down to her stomach and to her waist to her hips and to her mound protected by her panty.

Tammy controlled her breathing as she felt his hands against her body and she closed her eyes as it approaches her mound. She felt his palm against her pussy separated only by her panty rubbing it gently for a few second and then felt both his hands on her butt cheeks squeezing them gently and then moved to her hips and felt his thumbs hook the garter on both side of her panty and felt it slowly sliding down.

Rick heard her gasp and her body shook a little as he slowly pulls her panty down her hips and to her thighs and to her legs. He bent down to remove her panty off her feet and the same time took her skirt with it and tossed it aside out of the way.

He was staring at her now unprotected pussy and his excitement was overwhelmed by the sight of her mound. She only had a small patch of pubic hair just above her slit and her pussy lips and its surrounding were smooth. He couldn't believe what he was staring at and his hand starts to reach and touch her mound feeling the smoothness of her pussy.

Tammy gasp and sigh as she felt his hand against her mound touching and caressing every corner and then felt his finger trace the slit of her opening and she could feel her own juice pooling inside and felt it trickle out of her pussy lips as it slightly parted by her finger tip. She felt her wetness spread against her slit as his finger move up and down its opening.

"I see you're getting excited as I do" Rick said as he felt her wetness soak the tip of his middle finger and watched her face for any reaction. Her eyes closed, he just saw her natural red lips bit its lower part and she breathed heavily. He raised his finger to his lips and tasted the sweetness of her cunt juice.

Tammy opened her yes as she felt his finger left her pussy and saw him suck his middle finger. Their eyes met and saw him smile, "It's been a while since I ate a pussy and yours tasted so great" he told her and then he pointed behind him, "lie down and let me lick yours."

Tammy moved around him and sat at the edge of the bed and laid her back down. She kept her legs shut tightly and her right hand covering her mound. She felt his hands against her feet as he raised them and positioned it at the top of the bed and then to her knees and pushed them outwards. Then she felt his head positioned between her open legs and then a hand took her hand covering her mound and placed it beside her. 

"I've never seen such wonderful mound since I was young back then." Rick commented.

With that said, he started to kiss her inner thighs working its way up to her mound. Tammy was getting excited as well feeling his lips all over her legs and thighs and nearing her young cunt. She was breathing harder as usual and she could feel the excitement building up inside her anticipating cunt. And she could feel more pussy juice trickle out of her opening. 




Innocence Lost Ch. 02



While Zara finishes her drink Robbie captures her breasts and buttons the tight leather vest closed over them. Her gasp and soft moan as the slightly rough leather first rubs and then crushes her swollen, tender nipples makes him smile with pleasure. The night is young and his imagination runs wild. Zara sets her glass down on the bar and looks at him, her eyes still glazed with passion. "Fix your clothes babe," he tells her, his hands busy doing the same thing. "I'm hungry and I know the perfect place."

'Oh god,' she thinks, 'now... he wants dinner!' However, she nods and stands, fingers busy doing as he commanded.

"Romantic lighting, soft music," he continues, "and... private booths." He grins mischievously when he hears her groan softly. "Also, once the food is served the waiter won't return to the table until signaled. So we won't even have to deal with untimely interruptions." This time he's not sure if it is a groan or a moan, probably a bit of both. He chuckles and wraps his hand around hers. "It's not far from here so we'll walk."

'Lovely,' she thinks, 'my legs are like jelly and he wants to walk." Smiling bravely, knowing he's not nearly done with her yet, she walks with him. Outside night has fallen, the air rapidly cooling now that the sun has set. Zara shivers as the cool breeze plays across her still fevered flesh. 

Robbie glances at her; then watches as another shiver ripples through her body. He imagines shivers of another kind and smiles softly. 'Oh yes, training her is going to be so much fun.' He leads her around the corner. About halfway down the side street he tugs her to a stop and turns to the stairs leading up into the building. As she walks carefully up the steps she sees the sign, small elegant simple. It has only two words written on it -- Wicked Indulgence. 'How does he find these places,' she wonders.

The first thing she notices when they enter is the lighting, it is soft and romantic just as he said; then she notices the silk screens and greenery blocking the tables from her view. 'Oh wow!' No matter which way she looks all she can see are beautiful plants and elegantly painted silk dividers. The walls are covered in what appears to be cedar stained a glossy deep red. Taking a deep breath, she nods; it is cedar. 'It smells just like a cedar glade filled with flowers.' She catches a hint of incense, 'or how an elegant Asian garden might smell.' Awed by her surroundings, she follows the tug on her hand, eyes shifting rapidly from one beautiful tasteful thing to another. A squeeze of her hand catches her attention and she realizes they have reached their booth.

Robbie grins at her reaction to the place and waits patiently for her to slide into the booth. There is only one way into the small curved booth. Backing the booth are silk screens decorated with peacocks and lotus. The other end of the booth is screen off by an elegant arrangement of greenery. Interspersed among the variety of leaves are red and white blossoms. Zara slides her hand down the back of the booth as she sits. 'Feels like leather,' she thinks, 'but it can't be real.'

"Yes, it's real leather," Robbie answers her unspoken question softly as he slides into the booth next to her. "Real leather, real silk, real oak," he raps softly on the tabletop. He laughs as her eyes widen with each word. "They have a very exclusive clientele." He reaches over and unbuttons the top button of her vest, his fingers teasing the cleavage slowly being revealed. Zara blushes and looks around franticly for the waiter.

"Robbie..." she whispers softly, "please..."

Robbie chuckles. "Still shy my sweet? Even after what you just did?" Zara blushes as she is reminded of what just happened at the club. "What happened to that naughty lady who didn't care who saw her cumming?" He teases her as his fingers undo yet another button.

"Oh god Robbie... I thought you said you were hungry."

"Oh I am my sweet," he interrupted her. "Hungry for a great many things. Some of which I will get here," his voice husky with need he continues teasing her verbally as his fingers reach for her skirt and slides it up until her bare bottom is resting on the cool leather, "some I will get later. After all you did mention dinner and dancing did you not?"

"But..."

"No buts my lovely Zara. First we will dine," he gives a wicked look, "and then we will dance. There's a little dance club I know where one can get away with all manner of naughty things on the dance floor and no one will say a word." He laughs softly at the priceless look on her face. He can tell that she doesn't know whether to be scared or turned on, but he knows it's a combination of the two. It almost always is their first time.

"Now..." he opens the menu so they can both see it, "what would you like to begin your dining experience with?" Zara shivers; she can tell from the wording of his question that he has something devilish planned.

It only takes a few minutes for Robbie and Zara to make their decision and Robbie signals the waiter who appears almost immediately. 'He was watching,' she thinks and flushes a deep red, her mind busy trying to calculate just how much he could have seen. 'The table is not that large and there's not tablecloth so whatever happens beneath the table might be visible to anyone watching, but what about the seat.' She squirms a little as her thoughts lead her down paths she's never traveled before.

Robbie places their order and requests a bottle of wine to go with their dinner. All the time he is watching her face, watching her squirm from the corner of his eye. He glances at the waiter as he takes the menu and nods at the impassive expression.

As the waiter walks away with their order, Robbie turns in his seat and faces Zara. Zara glances at his face; then lets her glance travel slowly down his lean form. With his leg cocked and resting on the seat of the booth the outline of his hard cock is easy to make out. Zara trembles and wonders what he's planning. After what seems like the longest minute of her life, she finds out. Robbie strokes her bare leg from thigh to knee softly, and then grasps her behind the knee coaxing her to place her leg over his. As she shifts in her seat to comply with his silent command, he notices a damp spot on the seat. 'Hmmm... is that a reaction to me or her wicked thoughts,' he wonders. With his other hand he takes her hand and places it on his thigh, only inches from his aching rod. "Where's that coy little lady who thought she could get what she wanted by teasing me back in the club?" he asks her softly.

Sighing softly she reaches out and runs her nails over his jean-covered cock. "I think you scared her away," she replies in an equally soft voice.

"Are you telling me," he answers as his fingers stroke lightly over her thigh and bare mound, "that you've had a change of heart?" He slides a finger in the slit his maneuvering has revealed and strokes her sensitive nub. "That you no longer want to please me?"

"No!" Zara gasps and jumps when his questing finger finds her swollen, tender clit. Robbie watches her face as he continues to tease her. "I just... oh god I don't know. Just not sure what to do anymore." Her voice quivers as she struggles to hold back the moan that wants to escape.

"So I've shaken your little world up a bit have I?"

"More than a bit. You've turned it all upside down." This time, as his nail flicks across her nub, she can't contain her moan. "Oh god ... please..." she begs as her hips lift, trying to bring his fingers closer to her dripping sex.

"Mmm... I love hearing you beg." He continues to finger her warm, wet pussy and uses the other hand to release a couple more buttons. He watches as each deep breath she takes reveals even more creamy flesh. Her soft moans and whimpers are music to his ears. Like a master musician he continues playing her body reveling in her reactions. His cock, under her talented fingers, begins to throb with intense need.

"Why... how... oh god please..." Zara begs, her mind spinning as he slide first one finger and then another deep into her warm cavern. Muscles tighten involuntarily when his thumb flicks across her sensitive clit.

"Please what? What does my sexy slut want?"

"Please Robbie. You're going to make me cum."

"You don't want to come?" Robbie adds yet another finger to her dripping pussy and grins when she whimpers and bears down on his hand. "You want me to stop?"

"No! Yes!" She groans and struggles to speak. "Please Robbie..." she begs, almost in tears. "I need to cum." Every shudder, tensing of muscles, shiver tells him how badly she needs release, but he keeps her on edge, wondering just how far he can take her. 

Whimpering and squirming, Zara bites her lip and fights to find release, but every time she gets close he draws her back. She wants to scream in frustration but can't, not in the middle of a restaurant. Instead, she tenses and whimpers. Robbie's eyes darken with desire as he watches her struggles. Finally, she can't take anymore and tears slide slowly down her cheeks as she begs again her voice almost to soft to be heard. "Please..."

Robbie's serious expression almost frightens her, but nothing's going to stem her need now. She watches his eyes as he leans closer and captures her lips with his. Her eyes drift shut and she moans deeply. He can taste her tears; feel them as they continue to flow. It's time. Clasping one hand behind her head to hold her tightly, he drives his fingers hard and deep into her sopping pussy. She bears down on his hand just as his thumb finds her clit. Suddenly, she explodes. Her mind spins. Robbie's lips capture her scream as he drives her higher and higher refusing to let her come down. 

Slowly, ever so slowly, he eases his fingers away from her and holds her as she continues to cum, unaware yet that he has left her. He wanted to know if he could push her to the point where her body would take over and block all and else and he's gotten his answer. Gradually, she comes down, but the trip down is not smooth. Every time a muscle tenses or twitches she soars again, just not quite as high. When she can once again master her own body, Zara sighs and relaxes against Robbie's hard chest. He gathers her close and just holds her while she recovers.

"Good girl," he whispers softly. "That was so beautiful. You were beautiful."

"I had no idea it could feel like that." Wiping the tears from her face Zara shifts until she's sitting on her own again. Almost. When she tries to move her leg Robbie holds it firmly where it is with one strong hand and shakes his head no. Sighing, she relaxes her leg and instead reaches for the buttons on her vest. Again his hand intervenes and he shakes his head. Blushing, she folds her hands demurely in her lap. His smile of approval sends butterflies to wing in her midsection.

Robbie signals the waiter and their drinks appear and are shortly followed by their meal. With a slight bow the waiter leaves them so they may continue their meal in private. Once again Zara wonders just where he goes and how much he can see. Robbie interrupts her musings by popping another button open. She gets the message. He wants her full, undivided attention or else. Knowing now that he will make good on his threat, she gives Robbie her complete attention.

Smiling his approval, Robbie marvels at how easy it's been so far to teach her to respect his control. Clearly, she was meant for this life. He encourages Zara to eat and they dine quietly. He knows she is processing what has happened so far and allows her this quiet time to think. Even so, every so often he reaches down and runs his fingers lightly over her thigh and each time she looks at him, startled by her body's reaction to his touch. Only when he removes his hand and smiles does she return to her meal and musings. Once the meal is finished and they are relaxing with a glass of wine Robbie reaches for her hand and sets it back in his lap. Her eyes dart from his face to his lap, where his rock hard cock is still outlined by denim. He says one word, "Dessert." Then laughs when she blushes furiously.

Robbie watches as she begins to speak; then thinks better of it and seals her lips shut. The panic in her eyes says it all.

"Pull your skirt up around your waist." His tone is gentle but firm. When she hesitates he raises one brow and she hastily complies. "Good girl. Is your cunt still wet?" 

"Y...yes..." she stammers started by the tone of his question.

"Good." Zara shivers at the look on his face. "I want to watch as you play with it." When she hesitates he tells her, "Go on. I'm waiting."

Blushing, trembling, she reaches down and fingers her pussy.

"Use your other hand and spread those lips. I want to see you rubbing your clit."

Heat flushes through her body and a light sheen of moisture appears on her exposed flesh as she obeys his commands.

"Mmm... yes you are wet aren't you." He can feel her shivering almost continuously now and his cock grows even harder. "That's my pussy now." Her back arches as his words increase her arousal. "I'm going to thoroughly enjoy teasing and torturing it." His words cause her to hesitate. "Don't! If you stop now then I'll have to punish that lovely pussy before we leave here," he commands. Robbie can tell his words are unsettling her, yet he also knows that they are arousing her too. He wants her off balance. 

Zara's eyes close as she rubs her clit harder, faster. Then her fingers slide deeper, plunging into her tight love canal. She gasps softly; her soft warm flesh is still sensitive from being punished by his cock earlier this evening. She shudders as heat floods through her lithe form. 'Her body is so expressive,' Robbie muses as he watches her, 'and so responsive.' 

Zara's breath catches in her chest and he knows she is close again. 'She's reaching the peak much quicker now... not used to being this aroused for this long.' This simple exhibit of the power and control he can command makes him crave even more. Having one woman, this woman, responding so instinctively to him like this is intoxicating. His commands and control strip away her inhibitions and fears like a sculptor chipping away the common rock to reveal the exquisitely rare beauty hidden within. 'Her passion is so beautiful.'

Reaching over Robbie pops another button open. Then another, and another until her heavy breasts are exposed to the cool air. He watches as her nipples pucker in the coolness and harden to tight rosy nubs. He rubs the back of his hand over one nipple and feels his swollen rod jump when Zara moans softly. Quickly he grabs the same nipple and pinches it hard. A small shriek escapes her lips as her pussy spasms and she climaxes hard. 

"Stop!" He gives her nipple a twist when she doesn't respond quick enough. Not wanting her to have time to think he tells her, "on your knees." He uses his hold on her nipple to guide her down under the table; once she is moving he releases her nipple, shifts in his seat, and releases his hard, throbbing cock. By the time she has taken her place between his knees he is ready for her. 

Framing her face with his hands, he looks down at her. Confusion and passion war within her eyes. Threading the fingers of one hand through her hair and pulling it back from her face he holds her tightly and then grasps his thick rod with the other. He strokes his cock slowly and watches her eyes as they follow the motions of his hand on his hard shaft. Zara moves her head forward but is brought up short by his hand in her hair. Confused, she darts a look at his impassive face. Seconds later her eyes are back on his cock. She licks her lips when a bead of pre-cum appears and again tries to move forward. Once more he holds her back. 

A soft whimper escapes her throat, so soft he would have missed it had he not been waiting for it. Robbie guides her head forward and allows her to wrap warm lips around his thick cock. Not waiting for her to adjust to him filling her mouth he continues to push her head down until the entire length is buried deep in her throat. Choking, she struggles to get free, but he holds her there until she stops fighting him. Once she submits he loosens his hold and allows her to move up and breath again. Her tear filled eyes lock with his. His fingers caress her cheek, brushing away the tears. His cock, still deep but not quite to the point of cutting off her breath, spasms and she swallows involuntarily. He groans and closes his eyes. 

Freed from his gaze Zara recovers and goes to work sucking and licking as much of his cock as his grasp in her hair will allow. She feels him thickening and throbbing and sucks harder, but he takes control and forces his cock into her throat again. This time though he brings her right back up and then rams his shaft down her throat again. Once she catches on to what he wants, she relaxes and lets Robbie use her mouth. 

Zara can feel her pussy dripping yet again; she closes her eyes and marvels at the feel of being used this way. His tempo picks up and her arousal grows. Time stops. Thinking stops. Only sensation remains. She can feel each throb, each breath he takes, so when his cock erupts she is ready; ready for his reaction but not her own. As his cum fills her waiting mouth, her body explodes and she climaxes too. Her head spins and reflex takes over as she swallows his thick creamy seed.

Gently, Robbie untangles his fingers from her hair while she licks him clean. They finish about the same time and find their eyes locking again. Smiling softly, he reaches out with a finger and wipes a stray drop from the corner of her mouth. Grinning Zara turns her head and sucks his finger clean. Robbie chuckles and lifts her from the floor.

"That was fucking fantastic," he tells her softly as his eyes wander over her shivering flesh. His eyes are quick to note the extra moisture on her thighs. "I was going to ask if you enjoyed your dessert, but I can see," he teases her, "you enjoyed it as much as I did." 'I love making her blush,' he grins as a slow flush heats her cooling skin. 

" I... I've never..." she stammers only to be stopped by his fingers on her lips.

"There are going to be a lot of those over the next few weeks." His voice is soft, gentle yet firm. "So sexy... ready to go dancing now?" His wicked grin guarantees that another "never" is going to disappear real soon.

© August 2009



Innocence Lost Ch. 03



In Which Alice is introduced to Innocence and Chastity, and discovers that of the two she prefers Innocence; her friends practise the thespian arts and learn the theatrical skills of Innocence; and, to her disappointment, she discovers her lover prefers the charms of Chastity. 

Alice wasn't so sure she liked the idea of being identified for her incestuous relationship with her sister, so when Dinah told her that this was the main reason why Blanche's friend Chastity and her sister Innocence were visiting, she wasn't at all enthusiastic. No more than Innocence did she like to feel part of a freak show.

"If they expect the two of us to make love together in front of them, they're going to be very disappointed," Alice announced. Dinah was always inviting guests to stay at the apartment the two sisters shared, and, to be honest, Alice was never very enthusiastic about the sex games Dinah tried getting her to participate in. She couldn't really appreciate Dinah's argument that because they were no longer living with their parents, they should do exactly what they wanted.

However, Alice didn't feel so troubled when she was introduced to Chastity and Innocence. Chastity, Alice felt, was a girl much like her sister, if anything just a little more self-confident and exuded more of an air of promiscuity. Innocence was very different. She was a girl much the same age as Alice herself, and very pretty as well. She was dressed in such a sweet blue dress down to her knees with a pretty blue bow around the waist and dainty little shoes and white socks. Her face shone with an air of trust and hope, and her long hair swept down to her waist. Alice wore what she always wore at home, which was nothing, so Innocence could see Alice's newly formed eighteen-year old body - her small breasts totally hidden by the long bush of hair that flowed down her front.

Alice wasn't at all surprised when Chastity took her cue from Alice and Dinah's nudity, and within minutes of being introduced had taken off all her clothes. Innocence, however, did nothing of the sort, and indeed seemed somewhat discomfited by being with three naked women. Alice had not always been a naturist - and indeed she couldn't really say she was one now. It just seemed natural never to bother, with Dinah not wearing clothes anymore, and most of Dinah's friends doing the same. If nothing else, it meant less trouble in the morning when preparing for the day.

The four girls chatted in the living room, and Alice was relieved that the subject of incest didn't come up. Although she enjoyed making love to Dinah, it wasn't something she wanted to make an issue of, and in fact was a little embarrassed about. She actually felt a little disgusted at the idea of Chastity, who was eighteen - just two years younger than Dinah - making love to such a sweet girl as Innocence. Clearly, Innocence wasn't as comfortable talking about sex and lovers as Dinah and Chastity were. Alice chatted to Innocence mostly about her school-life and what her hometown was like. They also chatted about Blanche and the district of Brook that Innocence had never visited. As Alice explained, she felt that Brook, although a delightful place in many ways, was not really where she felt most at home. 

It came as little surprise to Alice to see Dinah and Chastity become increasingly affectionate with each other, leading to them kissing each other. When Dinah announced that she and Chastity would be going to the guest bedroom together, Alice declined the offer of joining them. Innocence wasn't asked, and Alice was sure she would also have refused anyway.

When evening came, Dinah announced that she would be sleeping with Chastity, so Innocence could share the bed with Alice. The two girls' apartment consisted of only two bedrooms and a living room, so Innocence had only the choice of the sofa or the bed with Alice. Alice accepted the offer, as she was sure that sleeping with Innocence wasn't going to be one of those situations where she'd feel obliged to make love. Despite this, Alice was attracted to Innocence: there weren't very many women as pretty as she.

When bedtime came, Alice washed herself in the tiny bathroom and towelled herself dry before jumping into the bed. While in the bathroom, she could hear Dinah and Chastity making the loud noises of lovemaking. Dinah's probably brought out the sexual accessories, thought Alice, thinking of the cupboard full of dildos and vibrators. When Innocence went to bed, though, she went into the bathroom fully clothed and came out after several minutes fresh-smelling and wearing a white cotton nightie down to her ankles. Innocence walked into the bedroom carrying her clothes in her arms and saw Alice lying prone on her back on the back masturbating at the thought of Dinah and Chastity's lovemaking which was now loud enough to be heard through the walls. Innocence put the clothes down and stood back watching Alice's fingers exercise her crotch. Innocence felt simultaneously embarrassed and aroused. She was too embarrassed just to enter the bed while Alice was so engaged, but as she stood by the door she began to get embarrassed for a different reason as her prick got aroused and was beginning to stand out very obviously against her nightgown.

Alice saw Innocence standing quietly by the door, but thought nothing of it - except it was strange that she should be wearing a nightgown. As she examined the nightgown from her position with her head against the pillow, she noticed that there was a very strange protuberance around the waist. It pushed out the nightgown at least seven inches from Innocence's waist and Alice couldn't think what it might be. Overcome with curiosity and with the fingers of her left hand still rubbing away at her crotch, she leaned over and put the fingers of her right hand on this protuberance.

It was a sausage-shaped, stiff, but warm protuberance which Alice felt through the nightgown and which Alice recognised very well. But that was impossible! Her other hand disengaged itself from her crotch and both hands felt it under the nightgown. "I thought you were a girl!" she exclaimed in surprise.

"I am!" said Innocence sadly.

Alice pulled up Innocence's nightie to the waist so that her penis stuck out raw and pink and hard. Alice ran her fingers down the length of it from the hair at the crotch to the pink glans. "This says you're not."

Innocence gently pulled the rest of her nightgown up and over her head. She shook her hair loose as she freed it from her shoulders. "I am!" she insisted.

Alice could see what Innocence meant. Except for the lack of vagina, and the presence of this penis, nobody could doubt that Innocence was a woman. She had flesh in exactly the right places, and her breasts were as round and well-formed as any that Alice had seen. Without her clothes, Innocence was even more attractive, and Alice felt her heart melt like hot wax as she contemplated her. 

"You're so beautiful!" she cried throwing herself onto Innocence and guiding her backwards on to the bed. Alice sat aspread Innocence's thighs and studied her body. She stroked the legs and smooth taut stomach with her hands. "So beautiful!" She looked at Innocence's erect prick, and there was no doubt that there was some reciprocity of feeling. Alice brought her mouth down over the end of it and exercised it with her lips and tongue. It shone and glistened with the bedroom light reflected in its smooth wetness.

It wasn't too long until Alice had guided Innocence's penis inside her cunt, and Alice's own cries of pleasure joined those of Chastity and Dinah. Innocence was a girl who despite her apparent demureness was easily sexually aroused and thanks to Purity and Chastity much practised in the art of making love. Alice hadn't had such a passionate night of love for a very long time, and her reservations about the oddball couple were soon forgotten.

Several hours later, while Innocence lay asleep in her arms, Alice studied the blissfully sleeping form. With such an unusual encumbrance Innocence was a girl destined for unhappiness, but one who would also give so much pleasure to other people. Alice listened to the faint roar of steam trains in the distance as they left for their destinations. Perhaps somewhere, Alice reasoned, there may be a place where Innocence wouldn't be such a freak.

Alice had many friends, one of which was Mouse whose unannounced visits she had got rather used rather accustomed to. Now that Mouse was an actress, her life seemed to have no routine except when she was in a performance somewhere. As Mouse was soon to be playing Cordelia in a performance of King Lear, Alice had been expecting Mouse to descend on her at any time. 

She perhaps didn't expect Mouse to arrive while she and Innocence were making love in Alice's bedroom, but Mouse was not at all embarrassed. She was rather more fascinated by Innocence's penis. She stood back, in only a psychedelic tee-shirt and nothing else besides a collection of bangles and bracelets, and watched as Innocence's penis thrust in and out of Alice's cunt and as Alice grunted rhythmically in pleasure. It startled Alice when, after Innocence had spurted out her semen into Alice's mouth (so much better than having it drip down the thighs), Mouse introduced herself. 

While Mouse and the girls chatted, she held onto Innocence's prick and stroked it with her fingers. "It's so perfect!" She commented. "A girl with a penis - paradise indeed!" Innocence's ever-ready member swelled and throbbed under the attention, but Alice wasn't too keen on seeing her new lover make love to Mouse, so she tactfully eased Innocence away from Mouse. She noticed that Mouse was still shaving her vulva although her hair was now long and flowing - nearly to her waist. This was necessary, Mouse told her, for a role in a Shakespearean play. 

Mouse pointedly ignored Alice's attempt to separate her from Innocence and her hand massaged Innocence's prick the more vigorously. "Why do you have to do that?" asked Alice exasperatedly. 

"Well," answered Mouse, "I've got to get some practice for King Lear. It's a modernised version and I've got to make love with at least two men in the three hours of the performance - so I've got to stay in trim." 

"When is the performance?" wondered Alice. 

"It starts in just two months time, but we've not even started the rehearsals. I've got the script though. It's mostly the original Shakespeare, but there's a lot more sex in it and some of the boring bits have been taken out. I've seen the costume I've got to wear and it's really groovy. It's meant to be authentic Celtic - and as we know these Celts didn't wear much, especially when they were fighting. It's just a head-dress, boots and a sort of thong which doesn't hide anything." 

It took Mouse a bit of persistence, but eventually she persuaded both Alice and Innocence to help her with rehearsing her part in King Lear. To be authentic, it would involve Mouse making love to Innocence. Mouse would play the part of Cordelia, Innocence the relevant male characters and Alice would play all the others. It was also necessary, Mouse said, for them all to be naked - but Alice saw this didn't mean Mouse shedding any of her jewelry. She pulled off her top to display her well-rounded breasts which certainly couldn't disguise themselves under the flimsy tee-shirts she chose to wear these days. 

This version of King Lear was markedly different to the version that either Innocence or Alice had read at school. The first scene was essentially an incest scene. It featured King Lear, played by Innocence, who had decided to make love to his daughters to impregnate them so that only the purest royal blood would flow in the veins of their children. Both Regan and Goneril, both of whom played by Alice, readily agreed - and most of the first act involved Alice and Innocence making love. The stage directions for the love-making were quite specific and required full penetration by King Lear. Alice quite enjoyed this, though Mouse seemed relatively frustrated as Cordelia really had very little to do except masturbate (which wasn't in the script, but Mouse claimed that this kind of ad-libbing was perfectly reasonable).
Both Alice and Innocence were quite happy when they had to switch roles halfway through the act, after King Lear, who was still humping away at Regan, asked Cordelia to join in. As was required Cordelia refused and Innocence, holding the script up in one hand with her penis still deep inside Alice, ranted at her. The reason for Cordelia's reluctance was less to do with an aversion to incest (which Mouse insisted was quite common amongst Celts) than to do with her father's pride. After this, Alice took over the role of King Lear and other people, and Innocence took over the role of Cordelia's suitors. The act required Cordelia to have love made to her first by Burgundy and then by France, both played by Innocence. This involved fellatio for Burgundy and full sex with France. At the end of the scene, Innocence was totally exhausted and found it difficult to pronounce her lines. Alice noticed how very professional Mouse had become in her role, barely skipping a word or a studied nuance however frantic the love-making. 

Cordelia's next appearance in King Lear was right at the end of the play, so the three girls didn't have to rehearse any of the intervening acts or scenes. However as Alice noticed, this involved the King making love with the Fool who was described as ambisexual and for whom all sex had to be anal. It also involved sex between Edgar and the Fool, three-way sex with Edmund, Regan and Goneril, and several scenes of cunnilingus, fellatio and masturbation. She was pleased to see no equivalent of Gloucester's scene of having his eyes cut out. Indeed, if anything, this production was actually less sadistic than the original version. 

The last scene began with France and Cordelia making love while various of the significant characters - including a much reduced role for Kent - came and went apparently unabashed. Again Innocence played France, and as this involved several stage directions requiring some rather peculiar sexual positions, she found it quite a strain. "I'm sure," Innocence remarked, "that a man is much more flexible than me." 

"It's only practice that does it," Mouse replied. 

Innocence had to rest for a while after playing that role, and examined herself for bruises - one of which between her thighs was clear evidence of the acrobatic excesses expected of modern theatre. After that the three girls had to play the final act which required Lear, played by Innocence, to make love to a dead Cordelia, who had just been hanged. This role was quite difficult, and Alice was aware that the actor who had to play Lear on stage was going to have a difficult time. He would be required to make love with six or seven different people, change his character from an egotistical monster to something more like a normal sex maniac and still remember some quite awkward lines. The art of the last scene, as Mouse explained, was not just to show Lear's remorse, but to show necrophilia in a positive light. Her part, which was to make no response except a shudder during the "Never never never never never" speech, required the skill to play dead and express no sexual excitement. "The exact opposite," she pointed out, "of what's normally expected of an actress." 

The three girls, on Mouse's insistence, rehearsed the scenes several times, and Alice could see, from a dispassionate professional view, that Mouse's performance was improving. But as it involved making love to Innocence, who was quite clearly rather enjoying it, the whole affair was not of overwhelming appeal to her. It also came as no surprise to her, that as the days passed, Innocence left Alice's bed, and she and Mouse began sleeping together on the bed-settee in the living room. To a certain extent, Alice rather welcomed being able to sleep alone again. On the other hand, despite the fact that she and Innocence would still occasionally make love, it still troubled her to see Mouse and Innocence sitting together with their clothes tossed aside and Mouse's hand invariably grasping Innocence's penis. In fact, Mouse's hand and Innocence's penis hardly ever seemed to be apart.

When Alice heard that her friend Kedi was visiting, she felt a real tremble of excitement. She had never loved anyone as much as she loved Kedi and the thought of making love to her again made her flesh tingle and her body feel warm. Kedi was coming in by train, so it was with great enthusiasm that Alice volunteered to wait for Kedi at the railway station. 

Alice arrived early just in case Kedi's train should also be early, but no! In fact it was late, and she sat disconsolately on the platform, watching people getting on and off the trains. There were people travelling from all over. Some Alice kept her eye on as they walked by, almost hoping that they would satisfy the lust she was feeling. Soon, however, Kedi did arrive. As a concession to public decency, she wore clothes but as always as little as she could. In fact, she wore nothing on her slim black body but a pair of shorts and not even a pair of shoes. Most people wore more than that and so Kedi's breasts attracted a great deal of attention. Alice herself, knowing of Kedi's arrival, wore as little as she dared - which was a tee-shirt and a pair of very brief shorts - but she was overdressed in comparison. 

Alice ran over to Kedi and smiled into her grinning face and the beautiful erect nipples which seemed to suggest that Kedi was pleased to see her. She felt like instantly throwing herself on the ground and making love, but the most she could do was kiss her full on the face and breathlessly declare how pleased she was to see her. 

Alice and Kedi walked back to Alice's flat, with Alice helping to carry Kedi's bags. When the two girls came by a little copse near home, passion got the better of Alice and she flung herself on Kedi. "Here! Now!" she gasped as a command. "Now!" Kedi nodded, and the two girls crept into the copse out of the public gaze. 

When they'd got behind a bush, Alice pulled off her tee-shirt in one passionate gesture and forced down her shorts. She then pushed herself on top of Kedi who was overwhelmed by the attention. Alice put her whole mouth over Kedi's nipple and while biting and nibbling it, eagerly rubbed Kedi's vagina. Kedi reciprocated with just as much enthusiasm but with more practiced skill. 

Anyone passing by would have heard the moaning and groaning as the two girls forgot everything and made love on the damp and dirty ground. Grit and trampled leaves affixed themselves to Alice's skin, but she didn't care. All she cared about was Kedi. 

After Alice didn't know how long, the two girls were sated and with reluctance picked up their things to return to Alice's home, but Alice just couldn't find it in herself to put her clothes back on. It felt so wonderful to be skin against skin with the one she loved! Consequently, Alice and Kedi wandered back naked together through the tree-lined streets to the flat, unconcerned about the attention they attracted. What did Alice care for what other people felt: she was just happy to be arm in arm with Kedi, nestling up against her warm black body. 

When they got back home, Alice brought Kedi straight to her bed and they resumed making love. In fact, they wouldn't stop. The only reason Alice ever found for leaving Kedi was to go to the toilet or to have something to eat and Kedi would follow her, invariably as close to her as she could. 

Innocence and Mouse were also making love most of the time now, but Alice felt that with the onus of having to entertain Kedi she was excused from helping Mouse with her rehearsals for King Lear. Unfortunately, Alice soon found that she couldn't monopolise Kedi's attention, as Kedi offered her assistance quite willingly. Alice had never before felt so much jealousy as when she watched Innocence's penis thrust in and out of Kedi's vagina with Mouse eagerly plunging her tongue in Kedi's mouth. So, she argued, maybe it is for art, and maybe the part I'm rehearsing is redundant at this point, but must I watch this? 




Innocence Lost Ch. 03



INTRO: Drake at 40 years old and Joan at 38 years old were happily married with their son Josh who is 19 and their daughter Tammy who just turned 18. Drake is a tall handsome guy with beard and although his age was showing his built is still considered good with a height of 5' 9".

His wife Joan in the other hand was beautiful and petite with long dark hair just like those hair shampoo commercial models and she's 5' 3". Josh is tall and athletic type and most of the girls like him. Tammy is just like her mother petite and beautiful in fact you could easily mistaken mother and daughter to be sisters. 

Drake works in one of the office branches for a large distribution company that has branches across the country. Joan is a stay at home wife and mother, although she didn't have a college degree because of having a family at an early age, she is smart and intelligent. She managed to get some college credit courses back then but when she gave birth to Tammy she concentrated on taking care of her family, they come first no matter what. 

Josh will be graduating in a few months and Tammy plans to follow him to where ever college he'll be heading to. Although both siblings manages good grades, they were set back due to moving around a lot till their father finally found a great job and finally settled in their nice cozy house and great neighborhood. Both siblings were very close especially Josh being over protective to his sister but Tammy doesn't mind at all.

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Tammy couldn't concentrate at class and she even totally forgot to look Jay up. She was thinking of last night's affair with Rick and his odd shaped cock kept going through her mind. She actually enjoyed his cock and she felt so turned on and her pussy aches for his cock. She wanted to stay with him tonight. Having this affair, school and homework already wore her out. She decided to call her mom to ask permission to sleep over Jill's to do a group project during lunch break and she made sure that she hung right away when her mom agreed so she could not ask her any questions.

Time was ticking slowly it seems like for Tammy and she can't wait for the last class to be over with.

She hurried up to lock her things up took only what she needed for homework and walked the short mile to Kmart where she will meet Rick. 

She was there early; she probably didn't notice that she was almost speed walking on her way there. She went inside to look around the music section to see if he already there but he wasn't. She decided to wait for him outside the store and sat on one of the benches and pretended to read while he scans the parking lot for any sign of his car or him. Then she saw the car parked and he just got off the car when he saw her coming over and he slid back in and waited for her to get in.

He saw wonderful smooth legs when she slid inside. She was wearing a miniskirt and long sleeves turtleneck that hugs her body revealing her sexy shape.

They drove off as soon as she got in and drove straight to the five star hotel and up to the penthouse he reserved and settled in the living room's leather couch. 

They're seated next to each other and she was leaning back against his right side. He has his right arm around her right side and his feet resting on top of the coffee table. Then he took something out of the side table drawer with his left hand and handed it to her.

Tammy was holding long and flat rectangular box and she opened it. She was stood and faced him still holding the opened box and took it out. She showed it to him dangling between her fingers was a diamond studded diamond bracelet. Then she lay across her right wrist and looking at it observing how it looks like on her. Then she put it back in the box.

"You don't like it?" asked Rick.

"I could never possibly wear this thing" she said.

"Why not?

"Well they'll ask me how could I possibly have such an expensive gift."

"You could tell them it's a fake diamonds can you?"

"I guess, anyway, thank you." and she leaned over and kissed him on the cheek.

"I also have a surprise for you" she said.

Rick raised his eyebrows and said "Really? and what could possibly surprise this old man."

Then she told him that she managed to convince her mom that she could sleep over in her friend's place for a group project and that she could stay with him all night.

"You're not kidding me are you?" doubting her.

"Nope I'm not kidding and I'm yours all night." then she jumped in his lap and wrapped her arms around his neck like a child.

"Ow, easy you'll break this old man and I won't be able to do a thing with you."

He then kissed her fully in lips while his hands caressing her body.

She respond by kissing him back and their tongues slashed together.

He then slid his right hand under her top and pushed her bra over her breast and he fondled it squeezing it gently and pinching her nipples while she French kissed her.

Tammy's pussy began to tingle again and she started to rub her thighs together. Rick noticed it and he let go of her nipples and slid his hand on her right thighs under her skirt. He started to rub her crotch through her panty. Then he slid her hand inside her panty and fingered her wet cunt, rubbing her clit gently. She broke their kiss to gasp and moan when he touched her clit. Then he slid her arm under her left armpit and slid his hand inside her top to squeeze her left breast. 

After a few minutes of his rubbing, fingering and squeezing she said to him

"I want to suck your cock."

Then he stood up and took off his pants while Tammy still on the couch took her top off and skirt and left her panty on. Rick left his shirt, took off his shoe then slid his under shorts off. By the time she looked at him his cock was already hard and she took hold of it and stroked it with her soft hands. She was about to put it in her mouth when Rick stopped her and said.

"I want to eat your pussy too."

He then took her hand and pulled her up gently off the couch. Then he lay down on the couch and coached her to position herself on top of him facing down and her head facing toward his legs.

Tammy took off her panty and positioned her right knee beside his right ear and swings her left leg over his head and rests her left knee beside his left ear. She then leaned forward and positioned her elbows beside his waist and that puts her head right on top of his old stiff, hard and cone shaped cock. She then started to kiss and lick his cock and balls all over while both her hands rest on his thighs.

Rick's head is now pinned between her knees and was now staring above him facing her smooth mound and eatable cunt. He reached over for a throw pillow and slid it under his head to support his neck and thus moved his face closer to it.

He then grabs hold of her waist and pulled down to signal her to lower her butt till he could lick her pussy without straining his neck. He slid his hands through the skin of her legs up to her butt cheeks and massages her soft firm bottom. He then started to lick her cunt, sliding his tongue at the length her slit. He could taste her sweet-juiced cunt again and he licks it like he'll never lick again. 

Tammy moaned from the licking that he gave her pussy. Then with her right hand she hold his cock at its base and held it so it was pointing up and she lowered her wide open mouth at his cock. She lowered her head to the point where she can't take his cock any further. She closed her lips tight against his shaft and tried to suck it. He then began to bob her head up and down while her hand gripped its base as hard as she could. She kept this going till she could taste his pre cum.

Rick started to part her pussy lips with his fingertips. Now that her pink pussy walls are exposed he inserted his tongue as far as he could till his nose touched the skin between her cunt and ass hole. He played his tongue inside her pussy, twisting and turning like a writhing snake.

Tammy felt his tongue inside her pussy and her mouth let go of his dick and moaned with pleasure. She responded by moving her bottom further down his face. Then she returned to sucking his cock. It's cock head going in and out of her mouth. Then she'll lick it with her tongue and sometimes she'll stick the tip of her tongue inside the small hole at the end of his cock. Then suck it again then slid its cock inside her mouth as much as she can and her head bobbing up and down, his cock sliding in and out of her young lovely lips. A few seconds later, she felt her pussy swelling and tensing. She thought her pussy will blow and then she started to ride his tongue.

Rick knew right away from her action that she was about to come and he did his best to get his tongue in and out of her fuck hole and sucking her clit.

Tammy's arms stretched elbows locked in supporting her body forward. Her head tilted back and rubbing her pussy furiously against his mouth and his tongue up inside her pussy. Then she let it out

"Ahhh,Umm, Ahhhh, OOhhh, Ummmm, Unnggg." she moaned with satisfaction.

Rick felt her pussy convulsing and her pussy juice filling his mouth, her cum shooting out to his tongue. Even after she came, he concentrated on her swollen clit. Licking it, sucking it while he finger fuck her.

Tammy just lost it, her body twisted and turning on top of him. Don't know what to do. She can't handle what he was doing with her cunt and she almost black out.

"Stop it, stop it! Pleeeease,stoooop.I can't......Ahh....can't, I ...I....can't.....Unnng" she pleaded.

But Rick just continued on sucking her clit and licking it even faster, his hands in her ass cheeks steadying her bottom.

Tammy came again for the second time in just a short time and her body went limp and her body dropped on top of him her cheek resting on top of his cock. Her body kept jerking and she was breathing fast you could hear her trying to catch her breath.

Rick stopped this time when she came and lost her strength. But he continued to lick her pussy lips gently trying to eat her sweet cum juices and her inner thighs. He let her rest for a few minutes before he slid out from under her body. His cock still hard and seem much harder. He was so turned on just hearing her soft yet strong moan of pleasure. He stood by her and she was facing down.

He looked her over from head to toe marveling her young, smooth and perfectly shaped body together with her beautiful young face. All his for what ever he wanted to do. Then he bent over and held her from the waist and pulled her bottom up and guide her to lean forward and rest her body on top of the back rest of the couch and was kneeling on the couch it self.

Tammy felt his hand about her waist pulling her up her towards him and she felt his hand on her shoulder blade and was pushing her forward. She knew what he wanted for her to do. Then she rests her body on top of the backrest and she knelt on the couch and her ass up for him to see her still wet cunt. She's still too weak to even move her arms she thought.

Rick stood behind her now stroking his hard cock. He's staring at her cunt and he could still see her love juice flowing from her slit to her inner thighs. He then moved closer to her behind and her cunt were just perfectly aligned with his cock. He rubs his cock between her inner thighs smearing some of her juices that ran down her thighs on his cock. He then pointed his cock on her pussy lips aiming it straight to her cunt opening and he pushed forward. His cock head began to enter her cunt till the mushroom shape slid in then pulled out again then in again.

Tammy moaned as she felt his cock enter her and her tight pussy lips parting accepting the head of its cock. She could feel its head sliding and rubbing against her cunt walls in and out of her pussy. Then in a few minutes she felt his cock slid in further than usual and started to go in and out again. She could feel her cunt stretch wider and wider after every short stroke and his cock going in deeper and deeper inside her. And all she could do is moan in pleasure.

Rick fucked her in short strokes and he'll push in a little further after every few strokes. His cock slowly enters her pussy further and further stretching her pussy wider. When there's about only two inches left of his shaft, he held her waist firmly and pushed the remaining 2 inches of his cock into her forcing its thicker shaft to stretch her cunt in one slow shove instead of little by little. 

Tammy moaned louder than what she used to when she felt her cunt being force wider and wider, stretching it to its limit before her pussy rips apart. She then felt his cock hit something inside her that she never noticed before, maybe she did but this was more intense and it made her unintentionally quiver with pleasure.

Rick finally got his tick long cock all the way in. He could see her cunt so stretched up that he thought its about to rip it. His cock was bent a little down ward like a banana inside her cunt and this causes his cock to press a bit harder on her G spot. He felt her quiver and moaned with pleasure. He started to pull out of her and shoved it back again and then fucked her slow and hard at the end of his in-stroke.

Tammy could now feel his fat long cock going in and out of her. Her cunt stretching and contracting each time his cock goes in then out because of its cone shape. Her whole body jerks forward every time he fucked her hard on his in-stroke and she moaned each time he thrust in hard. At the same time his cock rubs and hit her G spot hard.

"Ung, Umm, Ung, Ung,Umm,....."

Her pussy begins to tight again and she could feel her climax building up. Tammy though still felt weak reached under her between her legs and held his hairy sperm sack in her soft hand, fondling it and playing with it. 

Rick felt her hand caress his ball and her pussy tightened around his thick shaft. He could see her began to buck back to meet his trust. Rick then knew that she's approaching her climax. And the thought of it and her hands caressing his ball made him build up his own. A few more strokes and she began to cry out.....

She let go of his sack and braced her self on the couch Tammy was almost there in reaching her orgasm and she let out an audible plea.

"Ah, Ah, faster go faster Oh god, I'm cummmmmmiiiiinnng."

Rick heard her and he fucked her faster and faster and she bucking back with his rhythm. And he too reached his climax buried his cock deep in side her and shot his load and load of hot jism inside her cunt.

Tammy released her cum in fierce and at the same time he felt his hot cum filling her cunt hole.

Rick didn't move or pulled out of her. He leaned forward and kissed her lower back and wrapped his hairy arms around her tummy. Then he stood straight and slowly pulled his cock out her pussy. 

Her pussy was wide open when he pulled his cock out of her cunt and white thick load of sperm and of her juices started to flow out of her cunt hole and kept on flowing dripping down on the leather couch.

He toppled down in sitting position on the couch beside her and took her along and she ended up sitting on his lap pressing squeezing his cock between her ass cheeks and his thigh. Then he wrapped his arm around her embracing her.

* * * * * * * * * * * * * * 

Joan was washing some dishes when the phone rang and when she answered it was her daughter on the other line. Her daughter Tammy was asking her if she could sleep over at Jill's to do some group project. Joan trusted her kids especially Tammy and she knew Jill too. She agreed for her to sleep over and was going to ask her daughter about Jill's number her daughter was in a hurry and cut her off with

"Thanks mom you're great!" then she hung up.

Joan was a little annoyed since she hangs up on her. She was trying to remember Jill's last name but he can't even recall knowing it. She looked around the counter top where some papers and address book was neatly stacked by the phone hoping that she could find something anything about Jill. With out luck she never found any number or any paper with the name written on it. She just forgets about it and finished up what she was doing. Then the phone rang again after a few minutes and she answered it and it's her husband Drake.

"Hi Hon!" Drake greeted her.

"Hi Darling, what's up? You never call me at this time of day unless its an emergency." she was laughing.

"Well, something came up and I need to leave soon and I need my things packed right away and..."

"Whoa, stop, stop. Leaving where?"

"No time to explain I got to catch a plane in three hours. I still need to get things ready from here and I'll drop by the house pick up my luggage and head for the airport."

Joan was just stunned and she can't picture what he was saying.

"You mean you're leaving today?" her voice worried and sad.

"Yes today, Honey. I'll explain it to you later when I get there. I just need you to pack what I'll need for a business trip two or three weeks worth."

"Three weeks!" she yelled back.

"Honey, it might be a day or two as well if everything goes well."

"But Honey?" she protested.

"I got to go I'll be there as fast as I can and please honey, pack my things OK? Love ya!" and he hangs up.

Joan hangs up and headed for their bedroom upstairs. Got his luggage laid it down on top of the bed and started to pack up his clothes and stuff he'll need. She knew what to pack for him since she done it before but not right away. It seems like a rush this time and she thought it's pretty important if he got to leave this soon. He only been in a business trip twice and it only took him 3 days at the most. She wondered why it will be two or even three weeks, not days but weeks.

She finished packing and left the luggage on the bed. And then she waited for her husband to arrive. She's eager to know what this is all about and she hoped that he'd have time to explain things to her. She don't want her husband flying off to some place not knowing what is going on and to wait for his phone call just to be cut off again.

Then she heard him call from down stairs and she ran down stairs and greeted him with a kiss on the lips.

"So, where are you going and why?" she asked first.

"You got my things packed?" he countered.

"Yes, so spill it out before you start running from Me." her voice sad and angry.

Drake explained to her that the company needs to send someone to work things out with between them and a manufacturing company one of their biggest client. Then fly over to Seattle for a merger conference that's supposed to take place soon and will affect all of them in the company even him. He also explained that he will not be alone in the merger, he will meet another guy over in Seattle as soon as he finished with their client.

Joan was now at ease knowing what he's husband is up to. She wasn't much concerned about their client but she was a bit concerned about the merger especially if it affects her husband's position. His salary positioned paid well for the family and well enough that they got a beautiful home and 3 cars and she could stay home and take care of her family.

Drake said that he'd take a quick shower before he leaves and then he went to their master bedroom bath and took a shower.

Joan went to the kitchen to finish the last plate she was washing then followed after him to the bedroom and double-checked what she packed making sure that she didn't miss anything. Then she went to their bathroom and saw her husband standing in front of the mirror and sink brushing his teeth and a towel wrapped around his waist. She saw the pile of clothes he took off by his feet and she went to his side and knelt to collect the dirty clothes.

Drake looked down at her and saw her breast and nipples through the opening of her loose blouse and his cock began to harden.




Innocence Lost Ch. 03



Joan looked up at him and saw the tent building up in front of his towel. Then Drake let loose of the towel and let it drop on the bathroom rug where his clothes where before Joan pick it up. He then turned towards her and his hard cock pointed directly at Joan.

Drake was still brushing his teeth and as he saw her looked up he turned his head looking at the ceiling at the wall to avoid her gaze and continued to brush his teeth.

Joan just shook her head and smiled then she took his hard cock in her mouth and started to suck it.

Drake hurried brushing his teeth and spiting it out then took the cup of water on top the bathroom counter and washed his mouth and then paid his attention on his wife kneeling in front of him and sucking his hard cock.

Joan thought that he'll be gone for a while and she'll miss him dearly at least she could please him before he leaves for his trip. She tightly wrapped her lovely lips around his stiff cock and moving her head fore and aft letting his shaft slide in and out between her lips. Her tongue pressed against the under side of his cock. And when she pulls out up to the head she'd trace the shape of its head with her tongue inside her mouth when only his cock head was inside. And then slid it again against his shaft when she slide it again in her mouth. She did this repeatedly for a while then she then start to bob her head faster his cock going in and out of her mouth in a faster phase. Then she heard him moan in pleasure calling her name.

"Oh Joan that feels good."

Then he noticed the time on the bathroom wall clock and he's running out of time. He then pulled his cock completely out of her mouth. Stood her up and took her skirt and panty off in one swift. Then he held her by the waist and lifted her up and sat her on top of the bathroom counter. He lifted her right leg with his left arm and holds his hard cock and points it on her snatch. Her pussy was already wet and he thrust in and his cock went in smoothly. When he got his cock head inside her, he let go of his cock and moved it to her left inner thigh pushing it to make his work room between her legs a little wider and then he shoved it all the way in to the hilt.

Joan was looking directly on his cock when he pointed it and positioned it on her cunt and she watched it disappear between her legs and at the same time she felt his cock slid against her cunt walls. She could feel and see it go deeper and deeper inside her cunt and she started to moan.

Drake then began to fuck her pussy faster and faster not wasting any time. He likes watching her pussy especially when his cock slides in and out of her tight pussy and hearing her moan. That's the best part that he always loves to see. Her mound was perfect, smooth tight and pink with just a small patch of thin pubic hair. Then he balls began to tighten and he could feel his load almost there to burst. He fucked her faster even and holding his load for just a few more pump and then he thrust it all the way in and released his hot load of cum deep inside her. And few seconds later he felt her pussy tightens and her body jerked a few times.

Joan moaned on every thrust that he made and she could feel his cock swell a little bigger and she saw his face tense and could tell that he's holding it. His cock going in and out of her cunt and she could see his cock shining, glistening with her juice. Seeing all this made her reach her climax, faster and he fucked her hole faster and faster. And when she felt his hot sperm deep inside her she came too in an instant and her body jerked a few times.

Drake pulled his cock out of her pussy so quick that it made a sucking sound and pop and she yelled

"Ow, don't pull it out that quick!"

"Sorry Hon, but I got to dress up I might miss the plane." he apologized.

He leaned over and kissed her on the lips. Then went in the bedroom and dressed up and was on his way after a few minutes. Grabbed his luggage off the bed and headed down stairs and kissed her again on the lips.

"I'll call you as soon as I get settled in a room somewhere OK?"

"Call me as soon as you arrive, it doesn't matter what time it is here. I just want to make sure that you made it safe" and she fixed his tie.

"Tell the kids I'll be back soon." Then he was gone.

In the mean time, Harry was in his office his feet prop up by the edge of his desk his hands locked together behind his head with a sinister smile on his face and looking up the ceiling. He finally got his plan on the works. He has its first phase moving to get Drake away from home and the second phase will start tomorrow when he calls Mrs.Langly tonight.

He couldn't stop thinking of her since the first time he saw her at the country club and ever since that day he never stopped of thinking of how she could have her. Till yesterday when the e-mail from the company's board of directors and the official package of the merger came in yesterday. He knew Drake could take care of the client problem with no worries. But the important thing was the merger. 

Its the list of company personnel all around the country that has guaranteed position and promotion when the merger takes place and this was OFFICIAL and was mailed to all the branch offices. And on that list was Drake's name and he will be promoted to branch president that means that he will be taking over his place. His name was there for promotion too, but will make him move to another state as regional vice president.

Harry's plan to have Joan came the instant he read the official package and that asking for a rep on the merger is just a formality and he just sent Drake along as a support. He pictured her again and again in his thoughts, undressing her and put his imagination on what she looked like under that summer dress she wore at the luncheon. He pictured her laying down her legs wide apart her pussy inviting his dark long hard cock to enter. Then Harry's cock starts to harden and he came back from his illusion. He then reached over his desk and pressed a button

"Yes Harry?" a female voice spoke.

"Darlene, could you come in and give me hand?"

Darlene knew what her boss wanted, it's a code they made up and this one is a blowjob. She logged off her computer and left a note on her desk that she's taking note with the boss. Grab her box of tissue and went in to Harry's office and locked the door behind her.

Harry looked at her and waved her over his big dark and long cock already out.

Darlene is a Mexican in origin about 5' 5" and a little plump for her figure with large breast. She has curly dirty blond hair about shoulder length wearing a mini skirt and high heels. She's an average 5 if you grade her 1 to 10. 

Harry's not attracted to her, she just offered him sex if he hires her that's all. And he doesn't mind cause she really could suck. He doesn't lust for her like he lusts for Joan and he could live with out Darlene if she ever decides to quit.

Darlene went around his desk and knelt in front of him and reached over and holds his cock, she couldn't get her fingers all around the circumference of his shaft. His cock would measure at 10" full-grown and maybe more if you measured it right.

Then she started to suck her boss' cock, its purplish head could barely fit in her mouth but she's one of those girls with a big mouth not loud or dirty but BIG mouth. Then she started to bob her head up and down.

Harry looked down at her and he saw right before her eyes Darlene morphed to the image of Joan. Joan's lips engorged in sucking his purplish cock head.

And Darlene kept sucking his cock the best she could.

* * * * * * * * * * * * * * * 

Joan woke up with a big head ache and she took some Advil to ease it. She cooked breakfast for Josh and herself and had breakfast together before he heads up to school. She told him to tell Tammy if he sees her to be home tonight. Josh nodded and asked about his dad. Then she told him what his father told her but she didn't tell him about Harry. Josh finished up and off he went for school kissing his mom on the cheek on his way to the door.

She cleaned up the kitchen and then tended her flowerbed and garden by the side of the house. The phone rang in time when she just entered the back door and she ran over the phone and answered it. It was Drake and he said the meeting didn't go well and they're still working things out and told her he's sorry because he thought he had it under control. He said he'd keep in touch on any progress. She cheered him up telling him that he can do it and she believes in him. They both hang up and it was almost 11:00 already.

She heads up to their room and took a quick shower to freshen up but she didn't wet her hair by wearing a shower cap. She just stepped off the tub when she heard the doorbell. Then she took the towel and the doorbell rang again twice this time. She tried to dry off her body as much as she can and wore her white silk robe grabbed a panty from her dress drawer and slipped in her legs and pulling it up while she head for downstairs. She then closed the front of her robe covering up her bra less breast then looped the belt around her waist. She just reached the front door when she finished the knot in front of her securing her robe from opening. Then she opened the front door and saw Harry.

Harry was about to press the doorbell button again for the fourth time when the front door opened and that he was awe struck on seeing her. She's wearing a white silk robe, has a long sleeve and the length cut short just above the knee and bare foot. She was beautiful he thought. He was speechless then Joan spoke.

"Harry? You're a little early?"

"Sorry, I should have called first but you said I could come by any time."

"Oh, its alright I just wasn't expecting you till later. Please come in."

Harry stepped in then turned around to face her and waited for her while she closes the door. Then he said

"Nice outfit." jokingly.

"Sorry about this. I just stepped off the shower when you rang and I didn't got the chance to dress appropriately."

She then went ahead of him and waved him to follow her. He followed behind her and he saw shapely body. He could see her panty through her robe and when she passed through the big window and light shinning through in front of her and through her robe casting the shape of her smooth legs. She brought her to the living room and offered him to seat and said

"Have a seat, and make your self comfortable while I change. I feel awkward with this on."

He turned around and saw her nipples through her robe. And his desire for her kept growing from the minute she opened that door.

"You really don't have to, my pleasures all mine" he pretended to joke.

"It will only take me a few second?" Sticking her right thumb out towards up the stairs.

"It will just take a minute of your time to hear me out and it all depends to you if you want to hear it or I'm gone." and he shrugged his shoulder.

Joan thought it over although she's not comfortable if it won't take that long.....She then said ok.

"Have a seat then" she offered him.

He wanted to seat right in front of her so he wanted to see where she would seat.

"Ladies first" he told her and bowed his head like a servant.

He's trying his best to make her comfortable and forget what she was wearing and seem to work cause she feeling right at home again.

"Well thank you" she smiled.

She sat on the couch her left arm perched on the armrest and her right hand resting on top of her thighs holding the opening of her robe close together preventing it from opening. Then he sat on the love seat across from her and started to tell her

"I really don't know where to start but it's about Drake. I'm afraid he might loose his position or maybe a job." he was looking down trying not looking at her and sees him lie.

"It got something to do with the merger isn't it?" she asked him.

He just nod his head and Joan was quiet for a while then said

"But I thought he's doing great and that's why you sent him to talk with your client, am I right?" her voice sounds worried.

"Yes, but he got some foul ups and we just swept it under the rug I could only cover up so much if you get what I mean? And I sent him so I could get some more leverage to keep him if he could get them back to our company but even that is no guarantee."

Joan soaked in all this information in her mind and analyzing it the way she could understand. She just talked to Drake and he said their meeting is not going well. Then he thought of him loosing his job. Loosing the house, the car, the kid's college funds, their whole future, and her family. And tears begun to build up in her eyes but she was holding it back. 

Harry saw her concerns on her face and he noticed her eyes to water. This is becoming too easy and he started to imagine what would be his first move when she gives in. Will he have her suck his cock first? No, he doesn't want to scare her. How about fuck her right now before she changes her mind? No, he wants this to last. Then he knew what to do and his thought are back to the present.

Joan begins to think what to say. Harry didn't come over just to tell me that Drake's going to loose his job she finally thought.

"What can you do to help him keep him in the company?" she asked blankly.

Harry just smiled from the inside and seeing his desires will soon come true the way his plans are going as planned not even a hint from him and she's doing it all by herself. She's smart he thought and he answered her looking at her straight in the eye

"I could help Drake, there's no doubt in my mind I could. I got connections from the top, I knew people."

"Why don't you?" looking back at him.

"I want to but what is it in for me? I could ruin my position and loose trust from them if Drake doesn't show progress. It might mean my job too and that's the biggest risk I don't want to gamble with."

Then Joan was thinking again for any reason she could tell Harry that he should help Drake and she came up with non. Then she remembered Harry's words, and he said it again, "Its all up to you" he told her, she remembered. "It's all up to me?" she said to herself thinking it loud.

"And what can I do?" She asked him straight.

"What can you offer me that I'll take my chance of loosing my job too?" he asked back.

Joan was quiet but she already knew the answer to that before she even asked him. She recalled the lust she saw in his eyes back at the clubhouse during the luncheon and the way he joked suggestively and his sexy compliments. She got nothing but one thing and it all came in one big picture what he wants from her and she is mad at him she don't even want to say his name.

"What's my guarantee that my husband will still have his position."

"What are you suggesting?"

"I know what you want and you know I only have my self to offer so don't tell me you don't know what I'm offering." her voice a little harsh.

Harry looked at her staring at her and said OK.

"My word and your trust is my only guarantee." He finally said.

"And the terms?" 

Harry's cock begins to harden the moment she asked the questions. He really hasn't thought of it.

"First, You are mine till the day your husband returns back from his trip when ever that may be. Second, I will have the luxury of having you whenever I want. Third, you will do what ever I say and ask of you to do."

Joan thought about the terms. "I accept your first. Second, One session per day and not in your convenience alone but also for my self. Third, as long as it's not against the law and not to humiliate me or treat me as a slave" she countered.

"OK, but our session will be as long as I want it to be, within reason of course."

"I will trust you to keep your word and I want to add one last thing?"

"Sure, what is it?"

"That there will be no third parties and this will be only between you and me."

"Deal." he finally said.

* * * * * * * * * * * * * * *

Joan sat there quietly still thinking what she just got her self into. She couldn't possibly imagine herself to be with another man especially a black man. Then she doesn't know what to do next. She's still mad at herself at Harry and at Drake for not being there for her. She was nervous and she got mixed feeling about going through with this scheme of his. But it's all up to her she said again and again. But she thought of backing out and then she saw him stood up and went over her and sat beside her.

Harry then put his hand on her shoulder and turned her to face him.

"I want to see you naked from the first time I saw you."

He then reached over the folds of her robe in front of her chest and began to pry it open to see her breast.

She moved her hand to cover her tightly and

"Do we have to start now?" she nervously asked.

"I've been waiting for this moment and yes we start today."

"Not here then."

She stood up and she headed for the stairs. He followed her trailing behind her and observed her ass and legs. When she reached the stairs she told him with out looking at him that her kids usually gets home by 5:00. He looked at his watch and said to himself, "plenty off time".

She went through the hallway passing her bedroom and passed her kids room. She led him to their guestroom she don't what this man fuck her in her own bed which is reserved only for her and her husband. She opened the door to the room and went in left it open for him to come in. And then she sat on the edge of the bed waiting for him her eyes staring at the floor.

He then came in the room and closed the door behind him and made sure that it was locked. He looked her petite frame sitting at the right side of the bed and he approached her and stood in front of her towering over her. Then she told her to lay down.

She lay down as he told her but her hand covering the top and bottom section of her robe so it won't open.

He came closer and reached over to take hold one end of the cloth belt tied in front of her rob and he slowly pulled it up till the knot undid and continued to pull it off the loops of her robe. He then took her hands and positioned it beside her.

Then he started to open her robe exposing her beautiful round breast and her pink nipples and her mound protected only with the panty she just wore and her firm smooth thighs. Her body is perfectly proportional he thought. He then put his dark hands over her breast completely covering it. And his big hands, he gently squeezed her breast, fondling it and pinched her pink nipples.

Joan just laid there her head lying on one side and her eyes closed. She felt his large hands around her breast, squeezing, fondling pinching her nipples. No reaction or anything then she felt him sat beside her where her face was lying and she moved her head to the other side so she not faces him. 

Then he felt his lips enveloped most of her right breast and her tongue lashing at her nipple and then he sucked it, and heard him making slurping sound and she felt it tingles. She felt pleasure building up within her especially when he bit her nipples but she held it back trying her best not to show any reaction or response at all.

Harry sat beside her where she was facing but she turned her head on her other side. He then bent over right above her and engulfed her right breast with his full mouth and he played with her nipple using his tongue while his right hand squeezed and fondles her left breast. He did this for a few minutes, sucking it making slurping sound and he even bit her nipple gently. 

He then started to kiss her downwards toward her navel. Kissing her soft white smooth skin and he felt her stomach rising and falling while he kiss the surrounding of her navel and tummy area while he moved his left hand down her left inner thigh caressing it feeling her smooth skin. Then his kiss went back up towards her right breast this time and did the same thing, but he kissed the surrounding skin of her breast then kissed and licked the surrounding of the nipple, then with a sudden move of his lips sucked the nipple making that slurping sound again.




Innocence Lost Ch. 03



Joan still not moving though felt the pleasure building up. He felt his hand moved down to her inner thighs sliding it against the smoothness of her skin stopping just under her panty line with a pause and she thought he will start touching her cunt and she was anticipating it but his hands slid back down her legs. And at the same moment she felt his kiss down to her navel kissing her all over her stomach.

She felt him go up and next thing she knew he was kissing her right breast, around her nipple. She still didn't move a bit, except this time she bit her lower lip. Then in with out her expecting it he sucked her nipple making that audible slurping sound and she lost her control and gasp a bit of air and moved her head the other way facing him again but her eyes still closed.

Harry heard her gasp and he looked at her lovely face, he wanted to kiss her lips but he knew she's not ready yet to accept him but it won't last he told himself. But it's a start. He got two weeks worth of her and by the second week she'll be begging in complete surrender for more. She's smart and she will anticipate his next move but he will just make her think about it. He just plans to soften her today and tomorrow she will be completely his and he's willing to hold 

Joan felt his mouth leave her now pointing nipple but he's still caressing her leg and inner thigh making her pussy tingle a bit in anticipation. Then she felt him moved off the bed beside her. She didn't felt any part of him touching her, she wanted to look but she decided not too. She could sense him standing in front of her legs looking down at her.

Harry stood up in front of her and just marveling her body, all of her just perfect and in proportion. Her breast not too small and not too big perfectly shaped her small pink nipple perfectly located in the middle of her breast. Her body and waist look almost like an hourglass. Then he saw the mound just below her tummy and baby-pink panty covering, protecting her pussy. The part of a woman that really turns him-on is a woman's cunt, smooth and tight. Not like those hairy rough pussies and lips all hanging and smells too. He already imagined how her pussy looks like and his already hard cock throbbed harder in his pants begging to come out. He began to unbuckle and unzip his pants and let it drop on the carpeted floor and he held his dark long huge cock and gave it a few strokes. 

Joan was about to open her eyes when she heard him unbuckle and its zipper open up. She began to feel uneasy knowing that there's no going back and she never had any cock other than her husband's. Then she felt his legs against his knees and he prod her thighs to open up wider then she felt a something touch her thigh poking at her skin caressing it. 

Then she felt it poke her pussy through her panty. Its head pressing against her pussy only the fabric of her panty is stopping it to go in. She tried to concentrate on something else hoping that she would not get excited, she just want this thing over with do his thing and hope he leaves and leave her alone. But her thoughts were in this thing trying to break her panty and especially when she could tell that it's big, she could feel it.

Harry was playing with her. He rubbed his cock all over her legs and inner thigh alternating and sometimes poking her skin. He really gets turned-on seeing his dark meat against her soft white skin. Then he pointed it right at her panty covering her pussy. Then he pressed it against the fabric in turn pressing her pussy lips and made a circular motion with his cock trying to bore through her panty.

Joan with all her will to control her excitement failed her especially when she felt his cock go rubbing around her covered pussy and she turned her head to the other side. Then she felt his legs pushed her inner thighs wider and felt his cock slide over the top of her mound then finally felt it sliding through her tummy, pass her navel. Then she felt his ball against her pussy and his cock resting on top of her stomach and she tried to ignore what its length is.

Harry got his cock resting on top of her stomach and what a sight he thought. Seeing his dark thick long cock against her white skin and petite body got him more excited. Then he took her left wrist lifting it and positioned her hand on top of his shaft by its hilt and moved her wrist forward her hand sliding slowly through the entire length of his cock. When it reached its tip he laid it back down beside her. He wanted her to see in her mind what she's in for since she won't open her eyes. He could tell her to look at it but he'll play her games he thought to himself.

Joan felt his cock smooth like velvet while her hand slid over its shaft further and further and she thought it would never end. She almost gasps picturing in her mind the length of his cock. She was just waiting for him to tell her to hold it but he took his wrist and put it back where it was before. Then she felt him move lifting his cock off her stomach. She was trying not to think his next move but she can't she was expecting him for her to suck him now she thought. But she waited for him but she doesn't know what he's doing now. She was getting excited but she was denying it.

Harry stood up towering between her legs her feet still on the carpet floor and then he stepped back away and noticed the wetness in her panty covering her mound. He couldn't wait anymore to see his most desiring part of her. He reached down to her panty by its waist and sliding his finger tips in and then he started to pull down slowly eyeing her mound anticipating how her pussy looks like. When he saw her pubic hair start to show he couldn't wait any longer and pulled it all the way to her knees down to her ankles and off.

Then he stood up looked at her mound her panties still in his right hand. His heart almost stopped beating in excitement seeing her perfect mound its not even close to what he imagined it would be and his cock stiffened even more. He drops the panty, knelt down, hands on her knees and started to part her legs wide open. He could see it much better now, a small patch of thin pubic hair just above her slit, her mound smooth and her pussy lips intact and he could just see a bit of pink lining in a small gap of her snatch. 

Joan breath deeply when he felt his hand taking of her panties, sliding off her legs she felt her body shake knowing that he could see her private part supposedly meant only for her husband. She thought of closing her legs but it was too late. She felt his hand spreading her legs by her knees then he felt his finger touch just the inside of her pussy lips and she bit her lower lip as soon as he traced its finger up and down her cunt slit.

Harry traced her opening with his right middle finger up and down her pussy slit and he could feel the slick wetness. Then he took his finger in front of his face and saw small amount her juice on its fingertip and he licked it. It's sweet to the taste he thought. Then he traced her pussy again with the same finger and with his left hand holding his cock stroking it. He then suddenly began to insert his middle finger.

Joan was still trying to resist her urges when suddenly she felt his finger started to enter her pussy and her legs automatically responded to close pinning his hand between her inner thighs.

Her legs closed in trapping his hand between her thighs and he just grinned. Then Harry freed his left hand by letting go of his cock and moved it to her right knee. He then pushed it out slowly to spread her legs again wide enough for his hand and held it there then he continued to insert his right middle finger slowly through her opening sliding-in between her pussy lips and tight cunt walls. He did this slow while he stares at her face for any sign of reaction. Then he got his finger all the way in up to its hilt.

Joan felt his hand pushed her knee open and his finger started to go in again and she could feel his finger sliding her cunt walls and she was holding her breath until it stopped, his entire finger inside her and she let go of her breath. Her eyes still closed then she felt his finger inside her go around and around rubbing her entire inner pussy and she bit her lips and closing her eye lids harder, her face intense.

Harry saw her release her breath and he started to move his finger around inside her tight cunt probing it and saw her face tense up. Then he began to pull it out and then in again then probe again. Then he felt her getting wetter and wetter then he started to fuck her cunt hole with his finger in slow strokes.

Joan couldn't help to open her mouth with the pleasure she was feeling. Her mind running amuck doesn't know what to think any more. Then she felt his finger pulled out of her completely. Then she felt his hand grab hold of her ankles.

Harry lifted her legs by its ankle with both his hand and positioned her feet at the edge of the bed. Then he spread her legs outward exposing her mound completely and her pussy lips parted a bit and he could see her pink inner pussy slick with her cunt juice. He then had both of his arms through the under side of both her thighs and wrapped around to her waist his hands ending up on top of thighs finger tips spreading it and holding it open. And then he moved his head forward closer to her mound.

Joan Felt his tongue enter her love hole and going around and around. She felt it on her clit its tip pressing hard on it and then he'll suck it with the same slurping sound. She felt an electric shock run through her body and her chest lifted off the bed but she controlled her moan and held it in her mouth still open. Then her back came down resting on top of the bed.

Harry licked and sucked her cunt happily. Saw her back lift off the bed raising her chest high and her breast seems firmer and nipples pointing up then suddenly her back went flat against the bed. He continued to lick her and suck her clit till he saw her head starting to move slowly side to side on the bed. Then he let go of her left thigh and moved his right middle finger in position to enter her cunt hole again.

Joan's mind was fighting her urges but her body could only response to the feeling her cunt was experiencing and her pleasure begins to boil inside her. Then her head started to move side to side unknowingly to her. She felt his tongue lashing at her clit and then at the same moment she felt his finger entering her again further and further then it started to go in and out of her.

Harry sucked her clit and licked it hard and he stick his finger right in her love hole again. He alternately sucking and licking her clit while he finger-fuck her with his long dark middle finger. He then rotated his hand palm side up and with his inserted fingertip probed her upper cunt wall till he felt what he was searching for. He didn't stop licking and sucking her clit while his middle finger was long enough to rub her G spot.

Joan felt his finger touch something inside her and together with the pressure on her clit just lost it completely. For the first time since it started she opened her eyes staring at the ceiling and her hand grabbing hold of the bed sheet like she's going to rip it apart. And she began to lift her butt meeting his tongue pressing against her now swollen clit.

Harry is now pleased on what he saw and he continued to suck her clit and then started finger-fucking her again faster this time making sure that he touch her g-spot on the way in. His finger now completely covered with her cunt juice he saw.

Joan is now breathing heavily and her pussy aching to explode her pleasure reaching orgasm to its boiling point. She closed her eyes again and she just kept her bottom moving in rhythm of his finger and then she tensed.

Harry saw her tense and he stopped licking her clit and just watched her face, body and his finger in and out of her cunt as fast as he could till he felt her cum shooting at his finger inside her. He saw her body twist then went limp back flat on top of the bed her body jerked. He then took his finger out of her cunt and he started to lick her slit again tasting her cum and cunt juice flowing out of her love hole.

Joan was breathing heavily and she felt her body jerking and reaching her orgasm uncontrollably. She felt him licking her slit once again and after a few minutes he stopped and sensed him stood up and then waited. Then she heard him zip up his pants.

"I'll call you tomorrow morning." he told her.

Harry wanted to fuck her right there but he decided that he had her soften up today and tomorrow will be his day. He has trouble buttoning and zipping his pants because of his stiff hard cock sticking out but he managed it after wrestling it to stay inside his pants. He told her he'll call her tomorrow and he heads for the bedroom door.

Joan heard him open the door but didn't hear it closed. She then opened her eyes, closed her robe and moved her body on her right side tucking her thighs against her breast and her arms wrapped around her knees and just stared at the headboard of the bed.



Innocence Lost Ch. 03



She wondered what Kedi thought of Innocence's rather strange body, but, as always, Kedi just accepted it as it was. "Innocence is a beautiful girl," she commented, "and she is especially endowed where girls are not usually endowed at all." She also loved it as Innocence thrust in and out of her. It was on these occasions that Alice only felt a lessening of her jealousy if she caught sight of Mouse, who was clearly very passionately in love with Innocence, watching the two of them together with that look of jealousy Alice so recognised from herself. 

When Alice made love to Innocence now, it was almost all out of spite to Mouse who also loved making love to Kedi (especially when Kedi used some of the curious penis shaped roots she'd brought with her from her own country). She especially made sure of doing so when Mouse was watching and she made sure that she expressed as much passion as she could as Innocence's prick pushed deep and deeper still inside her. In all this she would try and involve Kedi: licking, kissing, masturbating her as Innocence thrust away and caressed the both of them.

In the evenings however, Alice kept Kedi to herself. Mouse can sleep with Innocence. Dinah can sleep with Chastity. But Alice must sleep with Kedi. And through the night she would come and come again with a passion that she was sure echoed throughout the flat, and if it woke her sister or her friends, what did it matter? It showed that Alice and Kedi were very much in love and inseparable. No love, Alice was sure, was greater than that she felt for Kedi and her beautiful black body. 

Alice loved everything about Kedi's body. She loved its relative maturity. She loved the fact she was so black, so that when the girls' bodies intertwined in as many as four - and when Dinah and Chastity became interested six - people, Kedi's body was so much apart from the rest of the white and pink flesh. Alice loved Kedi's strong gleaming white teeth, whose grin filled a whole room and would instantly stricken Alice with a passionate and helpless longing. She loved Kedi's cunt which so enveloped her tongue, which lubricated so easily with her fingers and gave out such a rich hot and seductive smell. She loved Kedi's round breasts with the beautiful brown nipples. If she prayed, and Alice never prayed, she would have prayed that Kedi should never leave her.

Much as Alice enjoyed Innocence's company, she never felt so warmly towards Chastity. This didn't matter so much while Chastity and Dinah spent so much time together - after all they were much the same age and had very similar sexual appetites. What changed Alice's attitude towards Chastity was when she took Kedi away from her.

At first it seemed almost innocent. Chastity only made love with Kedi while in mixed company, and, perhaps in compensation, Alice would be embraced by more than one other girl at the time. However, as Alice viewed Kedi and Chastity making love through Mouse's pubic hair with her tongue slowly licking at the moist opening, Alice felt acute pain as she watched the two girls in what could only be true passion. Even the slow rhythmic thrust of Innocence's prick up her own cunt while supporting herself on Alice's raised buttocks couldn't distract her from her jealousy.

Mouse noticed Alice's unease, and tenderly lifted herself up, obscuring Alice's view of the black and white coupling, and stroked Alice's head. "What's the matter?" Mouse wondered. "Don't we satisfy you?"

Alice couldn't answer, but there came to her a sudden welling up of emotion as she thought of Kedi making love to Dinah. She took her mouth away from Mouse's cunt and looked longingly into Mouse's face. She felt terribly conscious of the salt track of tears down her cheeks - but she knew that any attempt to hold them back would merely cause her to cry loudly. She could hear not only Innocence's pants as she thrust vigorously away, but also the painfully loud and mutual gasps from Kedi and Chastity.

Any illusion Alice may have cherished that Kedi's and Chastity's affection was less than mutual were removed when with a rush of hot thick semen and a gasp Innocence had come inside her, and the cries of her lover and Chastity couldn't be in any way confused. If anything the loudest and fullest throated cries may have come from Kedi while Chastity voraciously chewed at her vagina.

It didn't really come as too much of a surprise when Alice found that she was sharing Kedi with Chastity, but the first night when Dinah returned to their bed and Kedi stayed in the same bed as Chastity still required severe mental readjustment. Dinah could see that Alice was troubled and did her best to comfort her. But making love with Dinah didn't work that evening. The thought of incest only reminded Alice of Innocence's sister and whom she was sleeping with.

Alice thought that maybe her selfless love could be resolved merely by being near Kedi - but the fact was that although she and Kedi would still make love it was less frequent than before and there was always the strong smell of Chastity about her. In fact, although their moments of passion satisfied Alice in a way that no one else could, she couldn't hide her misery and jealousy from Kedi.

"But Alice dearest," Kedi tried to argue. "It is no reflection on my love for you that I sleep with Chastity now."

"But I love you," replied Alice. "When I'm not with you I feel a void in my life. Only when we're together am I whole."

"Don't be silly," Kedi tried to laugh, but she was visibly troubled by Alice's contention of love. Kedi however did suggest that she make love with Chastity. "Perhaps you could get to love her as well."

"But I only want you."

Alice had not once made love to Chastity, although Chastity had frequently felt and tongued Alice's body when all six girls were making love together. These sixsomes usually only happened by chance and not usually on Alice's volition. But sometimes when a couple became a threesome, it seemed only natural that the numbers should be added to. So perhaps Kedi, Innocence and Alice might be making love on the garden lawn as the evening sun drew in, only to be joined by Mouse - tempted as always by Innocence's penis that she would always want to have pushed into her mouth and feel the hot warmth of it against her lips and the back of her tongue down her throat. Then one of Dinah or Chastity would join in, excited by so much sexual activity, to be joined not much later by the other older girl.

It was in such circumstances as these that Alice would find herself having love made to her by Chastity, but not once just the two girls together. However, one night, Alice was lying in bed alone listening to the sounds of Mouse, Innocence and one other making love together - Mouse as always making the loudest moans. "Innocence! Oo! Innocence! Ooo! Oooo!" she gasped. She was masturbating desultorily to this, imagining Kedi's gorgeous black body against her's. Kedi's tongue in her cunt. Her fingers up her backside. A slim black bum stretched out in front of her on the mattress.

It was then that Alice became aware of another presence in the room, but it wasn't Kedi. And it wasn't Dinah either. Chastity was sitting perched, naked as always, at the end of her bed watching Alice's fingers stroke and finger her cunt. Seeing that Alice had spotted her, Chastity tenderly stretched out her arm and her fingers to anchor on Alice's knee, and to stroke it softly, softly. She gradually moved her hand from stroking the knee to the inner thigh and stroked it more sensually towards the upper end of the thigh near the crotch. Alice removed her own fingers from her cunt, and lay back in an almost helpless position as Chastity became bolder with her caresses.

Alice neither resisted nor encouraged Chastity in her love-making, as Chastity soon engaged her mouth on the still quite moist cunt and nibbled around the hairy flowering of it and the legs around it. After a while, Chastity could see that there was not going to be much more response, so she briefly kissed Alice on the left nipple and left her room.

A few minutes later, Dinah entered the room, quite clearly exhausted after her love-play with Innocence and Mouse. A trail of Innocence's thick semen trickled down between her legs, and would soon make a little damp patch on the sheets wherever Dinah should choose to sit.

"You know," said Alice, almost as an aside, "the apartment's got terribly crowded since Chastity and Innocence have been here."

Dinah started, as if this revelation had never occurred to her, but she looked at Alice thoughtfully. Clearly, she had had her own discussions with Kedi and Chastity on Alice's happiness. "I suppose four people is about the most this apartment can handle for any length of time. Perhaps the two sisters would be happy to visit the countryside."

"The countryside?" wondered Alice.

"Well, I know that Une's quite happy to entertain any of our friends," suggested Dinah.

"Would they like that?"

"It would be absolutely perfect," Dinah said. And what is more, Alice thought, Kedi could stay here with me without Chastity's malevolent influence.

To Be Continued...



Innocence Lost Ch. 04



In Which Innocence and Chastity are found in the countryside. 

Une just loved to be fucked. But with a cunt as large as hers it took such an effort for her to be satisfied. Generally, one man just wasn't enough, she'd need two or maybe three simultaneously pounding away in her nether regions for her to be satisfied. It was sometimes awkward to arrange such a meeting of pricks inside her, but practice had brought great facility and imagination to her. Two was easy enough. One from above and one from underneath both thrusting into her cunt. A third was more difficult, but her more athletic lovers soon found a way of squeezing a penis between two already active members.

Une was at first reluctant when some friends of Blanche's asked her if she'd mind them visiting. They were both sisters and she'd not met either of them, and she wasn't sure they would make pleasant company. Une generally preferred the company of men, particularly if there were deep inside her, - but she had a large old house in the country, so she couldn't plead lack of space nor was she planning to go away for a while. 

When Innocence and Chastity arrived, Une greeted them in the long white dress she usually wore which flowed loosely from straps around her shoulders, just covering her breasts and reaching down to her bare feet. Her long white hair wisped down about her hips, nearly the same colour as her skin and dress. Evidence that she was no albino was provided in the shining gleam of her blue eyes.

Une thought Innocence and Chastity were rather curious names for two girls who really didn't look like they possessed these attributes at all. The simple dress that only just obscured her groin and knowing air made Chastity not seem at all chaste. Innocence seemed the more chaste of the two, but it was obvious to Une that innocent she was not. She hoped her male lovers wouldn't be distracted by these two very pretty women and choose to fuck them instead of her.

Une showed the two girls around the house and where to put the very few clothes they'd brought. She explained to them, as tactfully as she could, that some country people had some very strange ideas, and that they should be very cautious about how they behaved in public. "I'm sometimes considered to be a witch because of my appearance," she elaborated.

Chastity sat back on the four poster bed in the bedroom that had been allocated to her. "What is there about you that makes them think you're a witch?" She asked in an ambiguously coy way. "You certainly don't look like my idea of a witch!"

"There aren't that many people with such white skin and hair as me," Une explained.

Chastity laughed. "I thought witches had pointed black hats and rode on broomsticks." She looked conspiratorially at Innocence. "No," she said thoughtfully. "I think they think you're a witch from what Alice told us about you."

"And what's that?" Asked Une, both fascinated by what this Alice might have said and annoyed at Chastity's cheek.

"Why! That you've got the biggest cunt in the world," Chastity exclaimed. "I'm told you can get three pricks in it at once."

"Four on occasion," corrected Une. "Well, yes I have a very large vagina. But if you think I'm also a lesbian ..."

"Don't worry," smiled Chastity. "But I'd love to see your cunt. I really would."

"And what could you give in return?" Wondered Une who wasn't at all sure she liked such blatant conversation about her crotch.

"Why!" Exclaimed Chastity as if surprised. "Hasn't Blanche told you about Innocence? Her attributes make your oversized cunt seem like nothing at all."

"I'm sorry I don't understand."

"Come on Innocence. Take off your clothes and show Une your stuff," ordered Chastity.

With some reluctance, Innocence removed her pretty white blouse and knee-length skirt. She took her sandals off first, and then unbuttoned her blouse, revealing her full breasts and feminine curves. Then she gradually eased down her dress. Une was feeling rather bored. Nudity really didn't excite her, even on very attractive girls like Innocence, and what on earth could a girl have that would interest her? A cunt as wide as her own perhaps.

Une wasn't prepared for Innocence's prick that popped out as she pulled down her white knickers. As soon as she saw it, her original feelings of scepticism were replaced by curiosity and a certain amount of lust. Innocence's penis wasn't nearly one of the largest Une had ever seen or had inside her, but it was a beautiful well-formed penis - one which surely deserved to be enjoyed.

"Does it function?" Une wondered. Innocence nodded, obviously embarrassed by Chastity's blatancy.

"Touch it and see," instructed Chastity.

This Une proceeded to do. Knowing what was expected of it, Innocence's penis immediately stiffened. Une stroked it gently in her hands and watched in great wonderment as it grew and grew just as she'd expect from the penis of any of her friends. So, Innocence certainly didn't have as large a cunt as Une. In fact, as Une's examinations swiftly established, Innocence didn't have a cunt at all. Instead she was blessed with a beautiful penis. And a penis on such a beautiful and feminine body.

As she saw Innocence's penis grow to full size, the hunger she felt in her crotch got so great she just had to do something. With one very simple movement she brought her dress off over her head and her otherwise naked body. Her cunt was already moist with lust. "Put it in me. Put it in. Now!" she begged looking at the stiffness of it.

In next to no time, Innocence and she were rolling about and fucking in a way that surprised Une in its intensity. Clearly, Innocence was a girl accustomed to satisfying the lust of people, perhaps several at the same time. And also, as Une became aware from Innocence's own passion, she was a girl as attracted to Une as she was to her. What surprised her more, was that, although there was still plenty of space spare in her vagina, Une was feeling sexual gratification she'd not felt for a very long time. Not even with three men crawling over her, fucking every orifice. 

Une wasn't at all sure why Innocence gave her such intense pleasure but it was intense enough and she just wanted more and more and more. Soon enough, Chastity was forgotten. For all Une cared, she might have run on to have sex with one of her lovers who were staying with her. She didn't care how much pleasure that slut of a girl was giving nor to whom. All that mattered was the passion that Une felt as Innocence's expert and practised penis thumped in and out of her, occasionally spurting out with warm, delicious semen, and yet still seeming to have yet more erection and come to give.

For the first time since she'd made love to a real elephant of a man, Une just came and came and came. Her cries of passion were loud enough to fill the whole house. What did it matter how full her cunt was by prick? What mattered was the delight of it! She would experience this again and again, Une resolved. She was going to enjoy the visit of these two suburban girls.

Une just couldn't be parted from Innocence. Wherever she went, Innocence had to come with her, and fuck her as hard and as often as possible. They made love in all the rooms of her house and in her large garden. Sometimes Une's other lovers would join in, turned on not only by Une's body but also by Innocence's. Une guessed it was probably the first time that Innocence had had sex with men, and it was clear to her also that although she enjoyed it, it was with her that Innocence got the most pleasure. In any case, Innocence's anus wasn't really comfortable with a man fucking her. She preferred putting a man's prick in her mouth while fucking Une. Although Une didn't usually like women sharing her men, in this case she made an exception, and of course Innocence was in one crucial way as much man as any of them. 

Une didn't really care too much what Chastity was doing - Innocence was enough for her. She knew from what her lovers told her that Chastity was making love with each of them, either in turn or together. On one occasion, she came into Chastity's bedroom to see two of her well-trained lovers pounding away at Chastity's orifices (in her case, her cunt was only just big enough for two, so she clearly found it more comfortable for one to take her anus and the other her vagina). Normally, Une would find this kind of disloyalty intolerable and would have ordered out both Chastity and her lovers, but now she just didn't care. As long as she had Innocence's beautiful feminine body and her wonderful prick inside her, what did it matter? 

It was market day in Une's village, when people from all around would come and sell their wares. Une persuaded Innocence to come along and so, too, did Chastity. She was aware that Chastity was attracted to her, but as a rule Une really was not interested in women. Innocence was an exception - but then she was an exception in much more than one way. 

The market sold all the wares associated with village markets. There were stalls selling cheap imported tee-shirts, bootlegged videos, cheaply made jewellery, oddities that Une found at best amusing in their cheap vulgarity and wares which would never be accepted by Health and Safety Officers. Une examined the stalls desultorily, as always wondering why she bothered, but also aware that there might always be something there that would make the excursion worthwhile. 

Chastity located a pornographic book-stall, which sold second- hand magazines and books which were a little worn at the edges. She picked up copies, with clearly no intention of buying and viewed them with amusement. "How was that goat persuaded to do that!" she exclaimed showing a picture of a girl and a goat. "It looks pretty awkward for her as well." She flicked a few pages. "But the sperm looks just the same as human sperm, doesn't it Une? In fact it looks just like yours, Innocence." 

Innocence picked up one which concentrated entirely on anal intercourse. "That looks painful!" she commented, putting it down and casting her eyes around at other stalls. 

Chastity dropped the magazine she was reading. "God! This market is so boring!" she remarked. "Is this really the high light of life in the country?" 

Une felt offended by this. It was the country itself, not its market, that made the place worth living in. If Chastity couldn't appreciate even this little thing, then what hope was there for her?

The three of them made their way out of the market, and into an inn which was mostly full of market stall holders. They were talking animatedly with each other, while in the corner a video sex machine was flashing images of various scenes of sexual intercourse. Besides Une and her two friends, there were few other women in the pub and those were all old and ugly. 

"Where's your boyfriends, m'dear?" asked an elderly gentleman walking up to their table. 

Une smiled in the way that she knew would normally devastate the relatively ignorant villagers."How is your missus's lumbago, Giles?" she asked considerately. 

"Bearing well. Bearing well," he said moving back to his company. 

Chastity was clearly very uncomfortable here. "This is fucking boring!" she announced, swallowing her half pint of porter. "Come on, Innocence, let's go somewhere more exciting." 

"Where?" wondered Innocence. 

"Anywhere!" announced Chastity. "Anywhere that's not here, anyway!" 

Une and Innocence followed Chastity as she stormed out of the inn and followed the path out of the village towards Une's home. She certainly did not appear happy. They passed by a corn-field within sight of Une's house. 

"What I need," announced Chastity, stopping suddenly, "is a fuck. A fucking good fuck! And I need it now!" 

"And how are you going to get that?" asked Une, visibly annoyed with Chastity. 

Chastity frowned at Une. "From what you know about Innocence, you need to ask that?" asked Chastity incredulously. 

This was the first time that Une became aware of the incestuous relationship between Innocence and her sister, when boldly, and with no regard for Une's feelings, Chastity pulled off the slip she was wearing and unbuttoned the pretty little dress that Une had provided Innocence. It was one that had made the little girl look even sweeter, flowing out at the waist and coming to her knees. But this was soon down over her ankles and pushed to one side. Then with the practice that must have come from making love with Une's lovers, Chastity persuaded Innocence's penis into erection and straight in her cunt. Une looked on in astonishment as Innocence blatantly fucked away at her sister. 

Une looked imploringly at Innocence, her little darling, and then noticed Innocence returning the look even while her buttocks thrust up and down on Chastity. Chastity also looked at Une. "Don't wait to be invited," she commented. "Join in!" 

Une certainly did not feel inclined to do so, but soon her lust for Innocence became too much for her, and then, for the first time in her long love life, she made love with a woman who was a woman in every detail. Perhaps, it wasn't really the same thing, she thought, as she shared Innocence's so virile member. After all, she reassured herself, this is fucking as it's normally done between a man and a woman. And, in any case, was this so very different to love with two men. 

But one partner, she couldn't help thinking, who couldn't satisfy the rapacious desire of her cunt. And indeed, as their bodies writhed in the corn, scratching her skin and catching in her hair, she felt for the first time since she'd started making love with Innocence a kind of emptiness in her cunt. A feeling that was normally only satisfied by an extra prick inside her. This evening, she resolved, she'd get at least two, maybe three, inside her, even if it meant sharing Chastity with her male lovers. 

To Be Continued...



Innocence Lost Ch. 04-05



Chapter 4

A week passed before Azlorik and Mistale reached the immense cavern that was home to the Dark Elf city of T'larghaun. Each day was fraught with more peril than Mistale had expected. Her body bore the scars of Azlorik's brutality. His cruelty knew no bounds. Azlorik no longer needed to use his magic to command her to do his bidding. He was confident he had browbeaten her into submission. She had ceased fighting him. He smiled widely at the thought of how quickly the spark had left her eyes, her insolence disintegrating under the power of his authority over her. And when he attached the slave collar and chain around her neck that he purchased from a small group of duergar they'd encountered, they both knew his domination of her was complete. She belonged to him.

He led her through the streets of T'larghaun, occasionally greeting someone along the way. And through the various conversations, he learned it was a rival house that had paid Grumazz to eliminate him. He then knew there had to be a spy within his house. Being the oldest male child of Matron Sabrae and a top graduate of Sorcere, he often faced assassination attempts from those who wished to eradicate House Dryaalis and take the position of third house of T'larghaun. Matron Sabrae ruled the triad council alongside Matron Kiaran of House T'sarran, the first house and Matron Liilys of House Agrach Dyrr, the second house.

It wasn't long before he entered the Dryaalis complex and made his way to Matron Sabrae. He found her in the chapel, kneeling before an altar dedicated to Lloth, alongside his four sisters, also priestesses of the Spider Queen. He ordered Mistale to prostrate herself before the Matron while he went down on one knee and waited until she acknowledged his presence.

"Ilharess Ilhar (Matron Mother), I bring grave news." He began, knowing that bearing such often brought the bearer excruciating punishment.

"What is it now?" She replied, haughtily raising an eyebrow. "I sent you on your mission nearly two weeks ago. You should've been back by now. I thought you of all males wouldn't fail me. I shall remember never to send a male ever again."

"Ilharess Ilhar," he bowed lower. "I have the information you sought and more. It is indeed as you suspected. House Naerth is plotting against us. They plan to strike within a ten-day. My delay was not due to being unable to gather the information. It could be contributed to House Kilsek purchasing the services of the dreaded Grumazz to kill me. The abomination thought to lure me to the surface. He would have succeeded if it weren't for this darthiir who found and healed me."

Azlorik rose to his feet and kicked her in the ribs. She let out a cry of pain, curling into a ball. "For the pathetic beings largesse, she is now my slave. I have great plans for her. She could be of some help against our enemies."

Matron Sabrae rolled her red eyes at her oldest son. "Is that all you have to report?"

"Yes, Ilharess Ilhar."

"Then you have failed me. I can't be concerned with Kilsek's vendetta against you. That has to do to the fact that you're a better wizard than Matron Chandara's precious little Miz'ri. Any Matron who sends a daughter to the wizard school instead of grooming her as a priestess of the Spider Queen is an incompetent Matron. Now, Azlorik, give me one reason why I shouldn't sacrifice your worthless hide to our Queen and I might feel generous enough to save your life."

Azlorik lowered his eyes for a moment, frantically thinking. "Killing me would leave you without a competent Archmage in the house. Surely you wouldn't rely on my twin to head up our forces when and if House Naerth makes its attack. All Azlesaonar can do is hide in shadows. I can be the shadow they'll encounter. And I can be the death of them. My twin is more incompetent than I am."

Matron Sabrae marched over to her oldest son and slapped him viciously for the audacity to speak such words. "We shall see, Azlorik. We shall see. Now take your slave to the pit and give her over to H'reir. Be thankful I haven't saw fit to turn you over to him as well."

Azlorik inclined his head dutifully as he stood up. Grabbing Mistale by the hair, he yanked her to her feet and shoved her to the door. He had no intention of obeying the Matron Mother. He knew what he was risking by disobeying. Mistale belonged to him and he was determined to keep her. He enjoyed the feeling of domination he held over her. Thus he made his way to the wing that housed him and his twin brother's rooms and shoved her inside his.

She hit the floor in a heap and cried out in pain. She felt a momentary surge of defiance and glared up at him before struggling to reach for her. There wasn't a spot on her body that didn't ache from his cruelty and abuse. The only solace he afforded her was when he allowed her to sleep. 

"Get up, waele." When she did as he ordered, he grabbed her by the hair and marched her to a cage. He opened the door, shoved her inside and locked it. "I'll take care of you later, slave."

Then he was gone.

Mistale curled herself into a ball and wept for all she lost. If only she could transform herself into something small, then she'd make her escape. She needed to be away from him before he made good on his threats to kill her, before he took the punishment he gave her too far. She whispered a few prayers to her Goddess and conjured her most powerful healing spell, and touched the places on her body that hurt the most.

She knew her back had to be striped with welts and cuts from the whip he'd used on her a few days before. He'd purchased it along with the collar she wore from the duergar they'd encountered. Mistale hung her head, sobbing into the crook of her arm as she recalled how Azlorik had allowed each one of the disgusting smelling deep dwarves to use her body in anyway they saw fit as long as they had to gold to pay for it. Azlorik charged an outrageous price, but after haggling with each one of the five dwarves he received the payment he wanted.

Afterwards she ached in places she hadn't realized could hurt so much. They left her bloodied and bruised and stinking from their combined release. She despised how they had made her feel, despised Azlorik even more for allowing it, and worst yet, making money off her suffering. Though she vowed to kill him for his transgressions against her, death was too good for him. She wanted him to suffer the way she had. She wanted him to feel her pain. And most of all, she wanted him to feel what it was like to be violated in the basest way as she had. It became her oath, the mantra that supported her.

O.O

Mistale remained confined to Azlorik's rooms. Mostly he kept her in the cage, except at night when he let her sleep in his bed with him. She had grown accustomed to feeling his warmth next to her. She felt at ease when she lay beside him. It became almost comforting. In sleep, his facial features took on a calm appearance. It was the only time he struck her as being pleasant. Part of her wished he could be that way all the time. Part of her wanted him to take it easy with her, to give her time to adjust to their volatile relationship. And part of her wished he wasn't so sadistic.

Azlorik had left early one morning. She knew it was morning due to the magical fire that burned inside a golden bowl that was a pale shade of green. Bright yellow marked midday while deep blue told her it was midnight. She had thought it odd when he didn't lock her in the cage, but let her roam around the suite.

Each of the five rooms was fairly large with lush carpets covering the black granite floors. Wall hangings depicting various spiders resting within sinister looking webs, of arcane mysteries and battles against her surfacer kin covered the stone walls. Mostly the rooms were dark, though a pale violet light filtered from somewhere, giving her enough light to see by. 

She wandered the space of the connecting rooms. The second held what she thought might be an alchemist's lab as well as bookshelves, and large carved granite desk. The third room held Azlorik's four-poster bed, an altar, and an armoire of clothing. The fourth room housed several comfortable chairs near a fireplace that burned with a strange green flame. It had to be magical fire. The oddest thing about the room was the marble double door in the middle of one of the walls. The door was locked and made Mistale curious as to where it went or what was on the other side. The fifth room housed her cage along with various other implements of torture. Obscured by a large ornate screen was the one that troubled her the most. It was a tall slender post with rings at various heights. Hanging from several of the rings were whips of all sizes, from multi-stranded floggers to leather monstrosities as thick as her wrist. Azlorik had used a whip on her, but he preferred using his hands as the means to punish her. His oft times brutal slaps to the tender parts of her body made her scream in agony. She hated him for the abuse he bestowed upon her, hated that he felt the need to torment her just because she didn't belong to his race.

Racing away from the room, Mistale grabbed hold of the handle on the door, yanking at it in hopes that it would open. She cursed vehemently when it remained closed. Damn that bastard! She hated him, hated him with every fiber of her being. Nothing less than his screaming death at her hands would make her happy. She kicked the door, hitting it repeatedly with her fists until her knuckles became bloody and raw. She screamed out, venting her frustrations before throwing herself onto the bed. Deep wracking sobs rocked her petite form and soaked the burgundy silk of the pillows. She would never be free. She knew she'd die here, either by Azlorik's hand or another's. It wasn't the fate she thought she'd have.

With nothing to do, she sought solace in a deep reverie. Hours later, when she awoke, she looked up into a pair of blue eyes and an inquisitive smile. She scooted away from him. This male looked exactly like Azlorik, but she knew he wasn't. Mirth shined within his eyes and radiated in his smile.

"Who are you?" Mistale murmured, cautiously. Her eyes never left his.

"Azlesaonar," he softly replied, looking her up and down. "You must be Mistale."

She nodded in acquiescence, still eyeing him warily.

"Azlorik is my brother. We're twins, if you hadn't guessed. I've heard all about you, how he caught and enslaved you. You hate him for it, don't you? You'd like to see him dead, no?"

Mistale shook her head frantically. "Go away!"

"I haven't come to hurt you, lotha uss (little one). Mayhap I can help you." Azlesaonar purred as he drank in the sight of her naked body from head to toe. He carefully catalogued each bruise and cut, storing that information away for a later time. He knew their Matron Mother had ordered his brother to be rid of her, but Azlorik had disobeyed her and had been keeping her in his room. "It's a curious thing that dear Azlorik would flagrantly disregard the Matron's commands where you are concerned. He must feel his toy is more important."

"Ele? Ele orn'la dos xun nindel? Vel'bol orn'la nindel inbau dos? (Why? Why would you do that? What would that get you?)"

"Distrustful, are we?" Azlesaonar clucked his tongue and slid fully onto the bed, trapping her next to the wooden headboard.

"Of your kind, yes."

Azlesaonar chuckled, "Xuil bwael sanrr, siyo (With good reason, yes)?"

"Why do you care? This could easily be a trap for me to fall in so my dear Master can use it against me in order to further his sadistic games." Mistale retorted and squirmed away from him. She found her way off the bed and headed into one of the other rooms, searching for somewhere to hide.

"You can run all you like, but there isn't anywhere for you to go nor is there anywhere for you to hide that I couldn't find you, little one. I'm not here to hurt you. I told you that already. No, I want you for myself." Azlesaonar stalked after Mistale, finding her kneeling behind the screen that hid the whipping post. "I could get you out of here, but I need you to trust me. Can you do that?"

She shook her head. "You'll just hurt me like your brother has. I want to be free to see the sun again and feel the warm breeze on my face. I want to run with the wolves. I want to be free of the pain and agony. Don't offer me what isn't yours to give. Master will know. He always knows."

"Brou (Pity)," he sighed. "I rather thought you'd be smart enough to take my offer, but since you seem to enjoy pain over gentility, then I shall leave you to your pathetic existence. I could've made you my queen. I could've kept you safe." Azlesaonar inclined his head and turned away from her. He left the room as silently as he entered it, leaving no trace that he'd been there. He hoped she'd come to her senses before his twin killed her. Such a waste of precious life.

Mistale curled in a ball, wrapping her arms around herself for comfort. How could she trust one of his kind? How could she trust her tormenter's brother? Wouldn't he do the same to her? Subjugation of her will to his fiendish appetites. He wouldn't be any different. He wasn't any different. He merely wanted to sucker her in so he could hurt her later. The Dark elves were well known for their cruelty. Azlorik was no different and neither was Azlesaonar, she presumed.

Her ears perked up as someone entered the room. She remained behind the screen, hoping it wasn't any other members of Azlorik's wretched family. Then she heard his voice. He called her name as he wandered through the rooms. She darted to her cage and stood near it, her eyes glued to the carpet as he approached her.

"There you are, slave. It's a good thing you showed yourself. I wasn't in the mood to play hide and seek." Azlorik purred, carefully looking her up and down. "Go to the bed, but don't get on it. I want you to stand by one of the posts at the corner of the mattress."

Mistale trembled, wondering what he had in mind this time. She closed her eyes and drew in a deep breath before stiffly walking to the bedpost. Behind her, Azlorik removed a whip from a ring on the post and grabbed a length of black cord. He followed her into the bedroom, watching her every move closely. He tossed the whip onto the bed, and then stood before her.

"Press yourself to the post, slave." Azlorik demanded, his amber eyes smoldering with dark fire. "Face first."

She hastened to obey, pressing her against the solid post. Dread filled her. She knew what was coming.

"Grasp the pole with your hands above your head quickly, slave. My patience is running thin."

She obeyed, trembling visibly. He stepped into her, pressing against her back as he reached up to tie her hands to the post. Shaking, she let a small noise slip from between her lips. Out of the corner of her eye, she saw him take the whip from its nest among the blankets. 

She jumped when he nudged the small of her back. As he dragged it upwards, she realized it was the tightly coiled length that he caressed her skin with. The leather glided up her spine and over her bare shoulder. He stepped in and pushed it under her chin, using the taut curve to lift her chin and turn her sideways so she could see him.

"I know my brother was in this room. I can feel his presence," he said, voice flat, at odds with the fire in his eyes. "You will tell me what he wanted." 

When she opened her mouth to deny the charge, he shoved the whip at her, just enough to close her jaw. The fire in his eyes burned brightly, consuming him.

"Don't lie to me, slave."

Denial welled in her eyes, and she frantically searched for a plausible explanation. Her mind ran around in circles as she thought hard on her predicament, but no answer was forthcoming. She yelped in pain as he sharply bit her earlobe, sinking his teeth into the meat of it. His sharpened fingernails of his right hand dug into her hip, scoring her flesh as he raked them around front to her navel.

"You know what's coming, don't you, slave? You know you've displeased me. You can't hide anything from me. Tell me what my brother wanted. Tell me and I may go easy on you." He hissed his venomous words in her ear.

Mistale shook her head, continuing to refute his charge that Azlesaonar had come to see her. She couldn't admit it. She wouldn't. She couldn't allow her one ray of hope to be extinguished. That she had refuted Azlesaonar's desire to take her away weighed heavy on her mind. Why hadn't she believed him? She could've escaped Azlorik. If only she had trusted the blue eyed male who'd come to her.

"By your silence, slave, you leave me no other choice. You will suffer for it. I'm going to use this whip on you. I'm going to whip every inch of the pale flesh on your back. I'm going to watch you writhe in agony while listening to your delicious screams. Such pleasant music to my ears, slave." 

She cringed at the intensity in his voice, still so close to her ear. His hand slid between her thighs from behind, dipping into her cleft. His fingers plucked at her nether lips, finding them dry. Her fear had inhibited her once again. Azlorik delved deeper, spreading her lips and invading her channel. 

"I'm going to flay your disgustingly pale flesh wide open, slave." Her channel clenched around his invading fingers. "I'm going to make it run red with your blood, and when it's all said and done, I'm going to fuck you. I'm going to prove to you beyond a shadow of a doubt that you are mine. I hold your fate in my hands. You would do well to remember that." 

She let out a whimper of fright, struggling frantically against the strap that bound her to the bed. She didn't want this, but she couldn't tell him the truth, either. He'd only make it worse.

Then he was gone, her ragged cry following him. She heard the swish of the whip. Knew what it meant. Knew it would hurt. 

"Scream, whore," The whip cracked, not on her flesh but in the air somewhere behind her. "I want to hear you scream."

Thwack! Crack!

She desperately tried to fight the urge but ended up screaming pitifully as burning pain blossomed upon her back. She screamed at the utter agony ripping through her flesh.

Swish! Hiss! Thwack! Crack!

Another scream. By the gods, what torment! She pressed the bedpost between her breasts, wrapping her arms as best she could around the sturdy post. It became her only lifeline as pain exploded in her back. 

Swish! Hiss! Thwack! Crack!

In rapid succession, the whip laid into her back and buttocks several more times. Tears poured down her face into her screaming mouth. She writhed like he'd said she would, unable to remain still. She thrashed about for him, knowing he watched. Knowing he reveled in her suffering. She knew her pain was a potent turn on for him. She'd never known anyone as sadistic as Azlorik.

The swish-crack halted with a purr from Azlorik's throat. Mistale clutched the bedpost, sobbing hoarsely. Her back and buttocks were one solid flame. Cruel hands bit into her tortured flesh before releasing the cord that secured her hands, but she continued to clutch the post. Her death grip was all that kept her from melting into a mass of agony upon his carpet. The same cruel hands picked her up bodily, forcing her to release the post. He roughly threw her face-first into the blankets. She screamed when Azlorik covered her with his body, pressing his chest into the burn on her back, stilling her frantic protests. 

After pummeling some of the more tender gashes, he pulled away long enough to strip off his clothing. Then he tore her legs open and shoved himself into her channel. She shrieked, unable to withstand the pain of his body pressed against the bloody wounds made by the whip. He shoved hard, his cock stretching her tight passage, thrusting hard and deep until she could no longer withstand the pain and agony. Oblivion took her, welcoming her into the arms of darkness.




Innocence Lost Ch. 04-05



Once more, Azlorik proved he indeed held her fate within his hands. Next time, he wouldn't be so lenient.

Chapter 5

With his point made and domination reaffirmed, Azlorik left his suite and headed to his brother's. He knocked loudly, almost pounding, and waited for his brother to appear. Tense moments passed with no answer. If that was the way the bastard was going to be, then so be it. He used a minor magical spell to open the door. He entered the suite quietly, surreptitiously searching each of the rooms for a certain item. When he found it, he slipped it into a pocket and went about his business. Azlesaonar was a fool. He should know better than to leave things carelessly lying around. 

Leaving the room behind, he locked it and went in search of the compound for Azlesaonar. He found him in the training room, sparring with Matron Sabrae's latest Patron and current Weaponmaster of the House, Elamshin. 

Azlorik chose to watch his brother fight, gauging his strengths and weaknesses. He was quick on the attack, too eager perhaps, and slow on the recovery of a block. He also seemed to not guard his left side very well. That knowledge might come in handy if it ever came down to a fight between them. Of course he preferred not to cross blades at all. He preferred the refinement of his spells. He had several in mind, all perfect to eliminate his brother.

Azlorik grinned smugly and cleared his throat once the two combatants had finished their bout. Azlesaonar left the sparring circle and grabbed up a cloth, wiping sweat from his brow.

"What brings you out of your lab, dear brother?" Azlesaonar asked, eyeing Azlorik carefully while gauging the nuances of his body language.

"The girl is mine. You would do well to remember that and stay away from her and out of my rooms." Azlorik stated. He wasn't going to beat around the bush with his twin. 

Azlesaonar smiled. "Oh dear brother, jealous, are we? Afraid the darthiir might prefer me to you? And what would the Matron Mother think of your blatant disregard of her orders?"

"Telling Mother will not garner you what you seek. She would kill the darthiir."

"And punish you severely. Give me the girl and I will keep my mouth shut." 

Azlorik laughed out loud. "I'd kill her before I gave her up. She is mine."

"I've seen what you've done to her. She deserves better than that, brother." 

"What is she to you?" Azlorik questioned, intently watching his twin's every move. Every blink of an eye, every twitch of his black lips, and every breath were carefully stored to memory. What was Azlesaonar up to now?

"She is pleasing to the eye. I want her. I'd be willing to pay for her or give you something in return of equal value."

"No, brother. Mistale is mine and I'm keeping her. Stay out of my rooms, unless you are invited and stay away from Mistale. This is the one and only warning I shall give you." Azlorik turned on his heel and left the training room. He stopped long enough to cast a spell, teleporting himself to his own suites.

Mistale was still lying face down on the bed where he'd left her when he'd finished disciplining her. What a curious thing that his wretched twin was enamored with this pale scrap of filth that lay oozing blood and other thicker things upon his sheets.

He made his way over to a cabinet and pulled from within a few healing potions. The strength of each wasn't potent, but they would deny the spectre of infection or even death the chance of claiming her before he was ready to give her up. He returned to the bed and popped the stopper on one of the small vials, pouring it directly onto one of the worst lash marks. 

Mistale hissed and shuddered as it woke her up. She cried out, flinching as he repeated the process a second and third time. "Stop," she croaked raggedly.

"Accept the healing now, slave, for I may not be so generous next time." Azlorik replied as he grabbed a drying cloth. He wiped away the oozing blood as well as some that had dried upon her flesh. "The worst of the lashes are looking better. Unless you wish to endure my tender ministrations again, you would do well to remember not to lie to me. And you will tell me immediately if someone other than I enter these rooms. Now get up. I wish to bathe. From the smell, you could use one too."

She sighed softly. A chance to bathe would be nice. Slowly moving her aching body from the bed, she followed behind him as they left his suite and traveled down a long dark hallway to a door. Azlorik opened the black marble door and ushered Mistale inside. The room was quite large with a bathing pool in the middle. Leafy plants stood in each of the four corners, while scenes of cavorting drow in various erotic poses were present on tapestries that lined three of the walls. Long low benches were placed around the pool while shelves full of different sized vials filled with bath oils, soaps, perfumes and lengths of toweling lined the fourth wall. 

"Grab a soap vial from the shelf and a couple towels. Don't pick anything too feminine smelling," Azlorik warned as he shoved her in the direction of the wall. 

Mistale spent a few minutes selecting a nice smelling scent, one that smelled fresh and clean as a snowbound winter's day and grabbed two long towels. Returning to the pool, she set both upon a bench and waited while Azlorik worked levers to fill the pool with warm water. Once it was full, he turned to her.

"Undress me, slave."

Fearing what he'd do if she disobeyed, she quickly did what he commanded. As she removed each piece of clothing, she carefully folded and placed it upon the bench. 

"Get in, slave, and bring the soap." 

Mistale inclined her head and entered the pool. She shuddered as the water hit her wounds and bit back a sob. Azlorik handed her a sponge.

"Wash me. Be gentle about it and be hasty as well. I have much to do this day besides dally with you."

Mistale dunked the sponge below the surface, wetting it thoroughly before grabbing the soap. She poured a few dollops onto the sponge and began to wash his skin. Scrubbing lightly in circles, she worked the sponge over his chest, down his arms, around to his back before dipping below the surface to wash his legs and buttocks. When she thought she was finished, he guided her hand to one last area. She blushed hotly as he worked her hand over his flaccid member and sacs. His eyes caught and held hers before he released her hand. 

"You may wash yourself. If you need help with your back, I will wash it," Azlorik stated and watched as her mouth gaped open. "Take advantage of my generosity now, slave. I may not offer it again."

She nodded and washed quickly, gingerly running the sponge over the worst of her cuts and bruises. She handed it to him and presented her back. With a scowl, he took it from her and scrubbed her thoroughly. She yelped as the soap hit the raw wounds, scrambling away from him. Azlorik snickered and followed, cornering her. With one hand, he gripped her neck. With the other, he washed her back, bottom and legs. 

With a stinging slap to her ass, he ushered her out of the pool and drained it. He wrapped her in a length of toweling, drying her tender skin. He grinned as he noted the angry bruises upon her. They were his marks and she was his slave. Never would he let her forget that.

"Dry me, slave then help me dress. I have other things to do today."

Mistale nodded, lowering her eyes while she gently rubbed the toweling over his onyx flesh. She patted the sensitive areas, knowing if she caused him any discomfort, he'd bestow ten times the pain upon her. When not so much as a drop of water remained, she picked up his trousers and slid them up his muscled legs once he'd stepped inside them. Next came his tunic and finally his boots. 

"Put the soap vial back where you found it and place my towel in that basket. Another slave will gather it later. Come with me and don't tarry."

"Yes, Master," Mistale curtseyed before doing his bidding. She followed behind him, keeping in stride until they reached his suite. He let her in and followed behind her. 

"Give me the towel, slave. You should be dry enough," Azlorik extended his hand. "I want you to strip the bed and replace everything you fouled with your dirty blood. Remake it and make sure there are no traces of filth. Then I want you to wait for me to return. Stand before the bed with your arms above your head and around the post. If I'm satisfied, you will not feel the bite of the whip."

She curtseyed and nodded once more, "Yes, Master."

"And one more thing, slave. You have not thanked me for allowing you to bathe."

Her eyes met his momentarily before dropping back down. "Thank you, Master. I appreciate that you allow me to be in your presence clean and mostly healed. May I use my magic to heal further?"

"Yes, slave, you may. Now kiss my feet."

Mistale dropped immediately, supplicating herself before him and kissed the tops of his boots. He let out an evil chuckle before lifting one foot and pushing her over with it. She sprawled haphazardly and yelped as she landed on her side, hitting one of the remaining lash marks.

Azlorik turned and left the room, locking it with a spell. He had plans for his slave upon his return. 

O.O

Time ticked by slowly while Mistale waited for Azlorik to return. Her arms ached and legs tingled from standing in the same position for so long. When she could stand no more, she slumped against the post and closed her eyes. 

It was in this position that Azlorik found her. He laid a stinging slap upon her ass to wake her up. She yelped from the pain as well as the surprise. 

"I'm so sorry, Master," she whined, hating the sound of her voice as it left her mouth. "I didn't mean to fall asleep. I became so tired."

She straightened under his scrutinizing gaze and waited for the punishment to come. 

"The bed looks nice, slave. I'll forgive you for falling asleep while standing. I didn't tell you that you couldn't sleep. From here on out, there will be no falling asleep if I tell you to stand somewhere. Are we understood?"

She nodded her head before fixing her eyes on the floor once again. "Yes, Master."

"Undress me, slave, quickly." He instructed and watched her closely as she moved up to him. His tunic came off first, then his boots, lifting each foot from the ground to assist her in the task. Lastly came his breeches. She folded them all neatly upon a small table.

"Get on the bed, slave." Azlorik watched as she obeyed his order. She crawled into the middle of the oversized bed and lay in the middle. She let out a low hiss of discomfort before she made herself comfortable. "Not on your stomach, slave. Lie on your back."

She rolled over, hissing at the feel of her tender back against the sheets.

"Spread your legs," he spoke in low seductive tones. Mistale began to tremble but complied nonetheless. What did he want of her now? What was he going to do to her?

Azlorik crawled over her, looming above her. His eyes flicked up and down the length of her. 

He heard Mistale gasp as he ran the nails of his left hand along the inside of her left leg, slowly, sharply, from just above her ankle to within a breath of the wetness gathering between her thighs. The glistening slit that punctuated the meeting of those slender thighs twitched as her body wept for the eluding digits, and her tiny cry brought a measure of satisfaction to him. 

"Good slave," he purred as he slapped that shining slit sharply with the fingertips of his left hand. "Beg for it," he demanded to the moaned, guttural "aahhhhh" that followed. He finished by slapping his cupped palm solidly upon that twitching cleft.

"Master..." Mistale whimpered, "Please no, don't."

He chuckled wickedly. "Wrong answer, slave."

She sobbed again, wiping away the tears that welled in her eyes and spilled down her cheeks. 

"Cease your crying before I make it worse," Azlorik snapped at her. He slapped his cupped palm upon her tender mound a few more times, feeling her moisten even more. He pinned her hands above her head and laid his whole body on the length of hers. She shook beneath him, remembering when he'd brutally ripped her innocence from her. "I said cease!"

His gaze pierced her deeply, watching as she trembled harder under him. He kissed her, fiercely claiming her mouth with his, ripping away her desire to fight. He grinned evilly, lifting himself from her, admiring the bruises that marred her flesh. His pride flared. They were his marks. 

Azlorik's fingers roughly stroked through her hair, across her pale lips before caressing her cheek. He slid his hand down her neck. He smirked as he stroked her throat, pressing just enough to let her know that she breathed only because he allowed it. More tears spilled from her eyes, brought about by the fear of being so completely helpless. 

Keeping his light grip on her throat he reached down and toyed with a nipple. She flinched automatically, a whispery whimper falling from her lips. Her nipple hardened under his touch. He grinned, releasing it and turned his attention to the other while his thumb slowly stroked her throat. She whimpered again as he pinched her nipples alternately until they both turned into aching little nubs. 

Upon releasing her throat, he held her nipples between his finger and thumb of each hand, gradually squeezing tighter. He let the pressure mount, the pain increasing while pulling on them as well. She gasped and winced, biting her lip, stubbornly trying to keep from crying out. Twisting them he kept his eyes on her face, watching as her eyes teared up again, her jaw set determinedly. Little jerks, squeezing, twisting, constantly changing, never letting her get used to the feelings, Aslorik bestowed upon her one final vicious tweak. She screamed and arched her back, frantically hoping to buck him off.

"Stop!" She shrieked as tears rolled down her cheeks. He chuckled with delight. A satisfied smile crossed his lips and watched her for a moment, as if waiting for something. Bounding off the bed, he reached for one of the items he'd retrieved from the whipping post upon his return. Grasping the onyx flogger with soft braided leather strands, he held it up before her. 

"I have a treat for you, slave," he all but purred with delight. He laid the flogger across her belly and grasped her arms, extending them up far enough to slip her wrists within cords tied to the bedposts. She arched her back, frantically trying to thwart him from tying her down. Despite her struggles, he managed quite nicely and moved his attentions to her legs that had begun to flail about. Mistale kicked, making his task more difficult. He snarled and muttered an arcane word. Her body froze, held in place by the spell's energy and soon he had her bound spread-eagle to the bedposts. 

As the spell's effects wore off, she struggled, tugging frantically at the secure bonds. The only thing she succeeded in was making her wrists raw from the chafing of the cord. 

"Be still, slave," he barked, drawing her gaze to him. Her eyes remained fixed on him as he slowly moved his hand up and down the length of his swollen cock. "You'll enjoy this, as will I."

Mistale whimpered, "Please, Master, don't hurt me again. I'll do anything you ask, just don't hurt me."

"Oh yes, I'll hurt you, but you'll enjoy it," he purred, his amber eyes burning with desire.

She sobbed and bucked against her ties that bound her. Azlorik picked up the flogger, and ran the strands through his fingers. She trembled as he draped the tails across her hip. He dragged the strands along her legs, the soft leather caressing her lightly. He pulled back, watching her suck in a breath and tense for the first blow she knew that was soon to come. He slowly lowered the flogger until the knotted tails tickled her glistening lips. Mistale moaned, knowing what was coming. Quickly he drew his arm back and swung, landing a tingling blow across her vulnerable stomach. She screamed as the strands lashed her sensitive belly and a fresh flow of tears ran down her cheeks. 

He laid a latticework of red welts over her torso while she cried, moaning pathetically as he steadily moved down to her hips. The tails wrapped around her hips nicely as he striped them too, the pleasure and pain blurring as she writhed in her bonds. He worked each thigh on its own, letting the biting tails land as close to her cleft as possible. He continued to move down her legs, raining much lighter blows. He liked the look of the welts raising upon her flesh. She cringed pitifully when he paused at her feet, grinning evilly up at her. The first lash hit her tender sole. She screamed, thrashing against the restraints. He alternated from one foot to the other, the flogger's tails curling around to abuse the tops as well. To further the torture, he ran his fingers over her tender feet. She cried and tried to pull away, the tears that flowed freely from her stinging eyes had begun to wet the crimson silk sheets beneath her. He trailed the flogger up her body, deliberately dragging the tails across her weeping slit. 

"Your pain is a delicacy to me. I find it very erotic," the words slid like silk from his ebony lips. He dangled the leather strands above one of her breasts, tickling her nipple with the knotted tips. His other hand moved to his engorged cock. He gripped the head and hissed as he squeezed very gently. His fingers came back slick with the fluid leaking from the tip. He wiped it across her mouth, letting her taste him. Her tongue flicked out. Again he fisted his cock, jacking it several times and moaned. His head dipped back while his hips jerked in rhythm with his thrusting hips. He knew his time was near. He pulled his hand away and shifted his focus back to her.

Showing her that cruel smile of his, he watched as she shuddered and arched her back, her struggles renewing. He lifted the flogger once more, bringing it down to lash the tender underside of her breasts. He switched to the top, raking the strands over her nipples then back to the underside, watching the knotted tails curl around her supple breasts. The blows were not all that hard, designed to sting, but seemed to hurt much more as she struggled to avoid them. With each swing the flogger found new flesh to mark, leaving her writhing and screaming hysterically. 

"Scream for me, slave. Let me hear your delicious cries," Azlorik purred, his voice turning to pure honey. 

Mistale obeyed, watching him as he tossed the leather flogger onto the floor. He picked up a second flogger and held it within her line of sight. She shivered as her eyes focused on the multitude of whispery silken strands that hung from its handle. With a flick of his wrist, it whipped through the air above in her a whoosh, its lighter than air wisps of fibers shimmering like jewels in the pale light of the room.

With a few licks of the silk flogger across her breasts, Azlorik grinned and watched her writhe, knowing he was causing lines of fire to erupt upon her abused skin. She squealed sharply as he dragged it across her mons, like strands of silk gliding over her. He swung the flogger and she screamed as a hundred stinging points lashed her nether lips. He laid seven light blows, watching her jerk and writhe under each lash, rolling her hips in attempt to avoid any more torture. "Stop, please," she cried pitifully, hating the sound of her own voice as it left her mouth.

Azlorik ignored her pleas and dragged the silken tails over her sensitive nether flesh once more, letting her feel their cool touch soothing and tickling the sting. She moaned and screamed as he switched back and forth, until her lips were very tender.

He gingerly touched her wet lips with his hand; his warm palm delightfully cool upon her burning sex. She groaned even as she pushed her hips up to receive him, pressing against his hand. Moving it, he traced her lips with just a finger. She clenched automatically, instinctively knowing what would come next. He shoved three fingers in suddenly, rubbing her clit with his thumb. She cried out as he pumped his fingers in her sweet tunnel, jerking her hips up to meet him. She was delightfully wetter than Azlorik expected her to be. He grinned as he felt her slicken even more. And just as she started to feel the blossoming of her first orgasm, he removed his hand completely, denying her. Mistale whimpered in frustration at the sudden withdrawal. 




Innocence Lost Ch. 04-05



Azlorik climbed upon the bed, and knelt between her legs. He ran his hands over her body. His touch was surprisingly gentle, but it caused her fiery skin to tingle. She whimpered, twisting beneath him as he dragged his nails down her ribs, over her hips and to her knees. Then he slid slowly up her inner thighs, massaging her muscles firmly. He pushed two of his fingers inside of her wet tunnel, driving them deeply into her. She pulled at her bonds as her body shook. Gasping for breath, her body convulsed, and she let out a whimpering groan. She didn't know how much more she could take without losing her mind.

He pulled his fingers from her velvet sex, pausing to lick her taste from them as she arched her back and writhed spasmodically. Every fiber of her being felt like it was on fire and she was oh so ready to explode. He grinned, still watching her closely. "Had enough yet, slave," he teased and drummed his fingers across her engorged clit. She hissed at him, cursing him for the torment he was putting her through. "Tsk, tsk, little one. You should be thanking me."

Then he covered her body completely with his, sliding the heat of his cock up and down her cleft. He bucked his hips, letting the tip graze her clit and press against her slit. She moaned and arched into him. He captured her lips, kissing her hard before he shoved inside of her wet channel with one quick thrust. Mistale cried out as he stretched her. She twisted under him, trying to get away from his invasion. Once he'd buried himself to the hilt inside of her velvet tunnel, he halted for a moment, stopping to feel how her tight wet walls gripped him in a near stranglehold. He hissed from the pleasure of it before sharply nipping her pointy ear. He made sure to mark her as he rode her harder, slamming deeper in her channel. She screamed and bucked beneath him, her hips twisting away from him. 

"Your pain excites me," he whispered breathlessly. "The sound of your screams make me harder. Your pale flesh still disgusts me, but someday soon I'll beat you enough to turn your flesh black from the bruises." He crushed her to him, kissing her viciously, slamming himself deeper and harder into her. He threw his head back, knowing he would soon cum. He moved his hands to her waist while he pummeling into her urgently. She screamed again, her wet walls clenching tight to accept his forceful thrusts. With a near roar, Azlorik dug his fingernails even deeper into her hips, gripping her painfully. Mistale thrashed about, deliriously screaming while he emptied his seed within her. He collapsed upon her trembling body, nuzzling his face in her neck, biting her hard until he could taste her blood.

Then Azlorik quickly pulled away and bounded off the bed. He poured some water into a shallow bowl and dipped in a scrap of cloth. He washed himself thoroughly, cleansing away the stench of sex and other musky scents. Then he dressed himself, watching Mistale. He took the few steps toward the bed, stopping at the end of it. His eyes were still fixed upon her, admiring his handiwork that striped her skin. He smiled widely before picking up the two floggers and returning them to their place upon the whipping post. 

"Are you ready to get up, slave?" Azlorik murmured, grasping the cords that kept her bound.

Mistale opened her eyes, meeting his automatically. "Yes, Master."

He removed the cords from her wrists and ankles, and allowed her to get up. She cried out as she set her feet on the floor, the tender soles smarting from the lashes he'd placed upon them. A mischievous grin split his face as he watched her. "Tesso uns'aa lu'oh bwael ol zhahus (Tell me how good it was)? Your punishment? Xunus ol naut satiir bronretla (Did it not feel wonderful)?"

Mistale glared at him, fury flooding her face. "NO!"

He shook his head, making a small clucking noise with his tongue. "I've warned you about that fire of yours. Have a care, my slave. I might think you want more of it and I would be delighted to dispense it."

Mistale shivered uncontrollably, lowering her eyes. She walked over to him, kneeling before him. "Master?"

"Yes, slave?"

"Forgive this waela jalil (foolish female) for being disobedient. Master does what is best for slave."

Azlorik patted her head none too gently, admiring how she looked on her knees before him. A thought came to mind and he knew he would have to pursue it later. "Remember that, slave," he gripped her chin and pulled her eyes up to meet his. "I must go now. I have things to do. You have forced me to delay them long enough with your disobedience. I shall return later. You may have this time to do whatever you like, as long as you remain confined to these few rooms. Read if you'd like. I expect a proper greeting when I return."

Azlorik drew his hand away, extended it and clipped her across the mouth. He watched, grinning, as she sprawled upon the floor. Then he stepped over her, treading upon the ends of her long hair, and made his way to the door. Mistale yelped, but remained on the floor until he was gone.



Innocence Lost Ch. 04



Drake at 40 years old and Joan at 38 years old were happily married with their son Josh who is 19 and their daughter Tammy who just turned 18. Drake is a tall handsome guy with beard and although his age was showing his built is still considered good with a height of 5' 9".

His wife Joan in the other hand was beautiful and petite with long dark hair just like those hair shampoo commercial models and she's 5' 3". Josh is tall and athletic type and most of the girls like him. Tammy is just like her mother petite and beautiful in fact you could easily mistaken mother and daughter to be sisters. 

Drake works in one of the office branches for a large distribution company that has branches across the country. Joan is a stay at home wife and mother, although she didn't have a college degree because of having a family at an early age, she is smart and intelligent. She managed to get some college credit courses back then but when she gave birth to Tammy she concentrated on taking care of her family, they come first no matter what. 

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Chapter 4

Tammy waited for Rick again at the Kmart parking lot. While she was waiting she thought of what Josh told her when he approached her during lunch break. He told her that their dad's on a business trip, he left yesterday and will be gone for awhile Josh also told heard that mom wanted to talk to her and she want her home tonight.

She didn't bother to call her mom but she'll be home tonight. Then she saw his car and waved at him. Then the car pulled up in front of her. Soon they're in their penthouse again and Rick took out a big size envelope from the bedroom and handed it to Tammy.

"What's this?" she asked.

"It's all the copy of the recording I made and I already erased and deleted the one stored in my lap top."

Tammy looked inside the envelope and saw VHS tapes, a few computer disks and a CD. Then she closed it and looked at him.

"What am I supposed to do with this?"

"Do what ever you want with it, it's our deal right?"

She just stared at the envelope and hand it back to him.

"You can have it, I trust you won't show it to anyone it will be my remembrance of me to you."

"I got all of you right here." pointing in his chest.

"I know same here but it's different when you actually see me in action."

Rick just smiled at her and took the envelope from him and looked at it and looked back at her and he thought

"I rather see you and me than you and someone else doing it because it will just make me jealous." he jokingly told her.

Tammy thought of what he said and then smiled back at him.

"Why don't we?" her voice excited.

"Do what?" he asked back.

"You know, you and me, recording it and all." still excitement.

Rick smiled back at her and moved to seat beside her and embracing her.

"Don't have my stuff here that we'll need?"

"We'll do it on Saturday, we got the whole day I could make up a sleep over again and besides it will be our last night together." Her voice became sadder.

Then Rick squeezed her and prods her to get up and told her to take her clothes off and get in bed and he'll be with her in minute. He has to get her home in a few hours.

Josh got home a little early this time, he and his girlfriend had a misunderstanding and he just want to cool off before he say something that he'll regret. He closed the front door and went up stairs and when he got to his bedroom door he noticed the guestroom door was open.

He never has seen that door open for a while. He's curious and went over to look inside and before he closes the door saw his mom on the bed curled up and he noticed her panties on the carpet floor by the bed. He approached her and leaning over to pick up the pant and noticed her mom's cunt exposed. He was shocked at first and then his cock began to harden. He straightened up and called his mom.

Joan awakens on the sound of her son's voice and she automatically bolted up in sitting position and rubbed her eyes with the sleeve of her robe and her front robe slid open.

Josh couldn't avoid seeing his mom's breast and he just stared at it.

She stopped rubbing her eyes and saw her son staring at her chest and she forgot that her robe belt was gone when Harry took it off her. She immediately closed her front in embarrassment and yelled

"Josh!"

"Sorry mom, I didn't mean to, it's just there."

Then Joan saw her panties in Josh's hand and she reached over and snatched it off his hand. Upset and yelling at his son

"Josh! Get in your room NOW!"

Josh left his mom and went in his room. Closed the door and jumped in his bed. Laid back and looking up the ceiling. Her mom's cunt and breast kept running in his mind and then he thought of Tammy and his semi hard dick began to swell up.

Joan mad in embarrassment just shook her head and she almost cried. Realizing that she yelled at her son for the reasons that she created. She fell a sleep unknowingly and didn't hear her son came in. She looked at the time by the night stand 5:30 p.m.

Josh thought of his sister Tammy, reminiscing they both had together just few days ago. Then he took his hard cock out and started to jack off slowly his eyes close seeing Tammy in his mind fucking her.

Joan stood up and straightened her self. She looked around and then found she was looking for she bent over at retrieved the belt for her robe and wrapped it about her waist and tied a knot in front of her. Then she went to her son's bedroom to talk to him. She then opened the door and saw him.

Josh didn't hear the door open and he just lying there in bed, eyes close concentrating his thoughts fucking her sister in his mind with his right hand stroking his hard cock.

Joan stared at his son's cock, his hands stroking it. She was embarrassed and she then stepped out and closed the door making sure that she didn't make a sound. She then stood there. Then she knocks on his door.

"Josh?" she didn't open the door.

The knock broke Josh's concentration and sat straight trying to hide his cock.

"Yes mom?" he yelled at the door.

"I want to talk to you, meet me down in the kitchen in 30 minutes OK?"

"OK, mom."

Joan went to her bedroom and changed dress appropriately then checked her self in the mirror then head out the door and down the kitchen. She then went to the fridge and looked inside wondering what she could prepare for dinner since its late already. Then she heard Josh.

"What's up mom?"

She took a pitcher of orange juice she made this morning went to the counter and faced his son leaning over the breakfast nook.

"I'm sorry at yelling at you like that and it's not even your fault." she apologized.

"It's OK mom? I'm sorry too."

Joan tried to explain to him what she was doing at the guestroom. She told him that she just got off the shower and she was thinking of their dad and she misses him and she drift off to the guestroom and cause she don't want to be in their bedroom missing their dad more. Then she said that she's fine now.

Josh just stared at counter top and shrugs his shoulder.

"Well, I miss dad too." he said to his mom to make her feel better he believes.

Joan smiled back and asked him if he's up for pizza for dinner.

"Sure mom, I'm starving. Want me to call?"

"Sure Josh, no pineapples please and anchovies either."

Josh looked for the pizza delivery fridge magnet to get the number and he dialed the number.

Rick just pulled in the garage and Tammy got of the car then she told him

"I'll just go home and face mom, Josh said she want to talk to me?"

"Sure dear and Tam? We'll just take a brake tomorrow."

Tammy looked at him with a questioning look.

"I just taught that you could rest while I set things up in the room tomorrow. Get things ready?" Then he winked at her and smiled.

"I could help?" she offered.

"It's Ok. I could plan things better with out you around. You know? Have sex instead of setting things up. Besides I might have to buy some things too."

Tammy understood though she wanted to be with him. She told him OK and asked him when he'll pick her up Saturday.

"If you could make it here at 10:00 or earlier without your family getting suspicious that will be fine. Think you could pull it off?"

"Sure, if there's any problem I'll call you."

Then she's off the side door looked around and she's gone. She went to the front of the house and opened the front door with her keys and went in. Saw her brother and her mom by the dinning table having pizza. Then she strode over to her mom

"Hi mom!" and kissed her on the cheek.

Tammy took a slice of pizza and went to seat beside her brother facing their mom.

Joan not looking at her and said, "Where have you been young lady?" then she looked at her and took a bite of her pizza.

Tammy looked back to her mom with a questioning look. She's praying that she didn't get caught.

"Yesterday? You just hang up on me. I'm trying to get your friends number." her mom finished.

"Sorry mom, it will not happen again."

Tammy finished her story about the group project making up stories making her mom believe every bit of information. Then she asked her about another sleep over Saturday night but she'll be home tomorrow.

"No, you can't sleep over and I want you in by midnight." her mom told her.

"But mom? It's not a school night." she protested.

"That's what you get for hanging up on me." Joan smiled back at her daughter.

Joan was frustrated but at least she could still go out and she doesn't want her mother to change her mind for the worst.

"Can I leave early then?"

"Sure." Joan finally said.

Josh just didn't mind them. He just finished his pizza on hand and he took another piece. Then he looked at Tammy.

Tammy saw her brother staring at her then she nudge him on the shoulder with her own

"WHAT?" she demanded but smiling.

"Nothing, I just miss you too sis." and winked at her.

Joan smiled seeing her siblings together again.

Harry got home and took a beer from his fridge and went to his office and sat behind his neat desk. Took a sip of his beer and breath deeply.

"God, she's beautiful." he thought to himself.

He began to lick his lips trying to taste Joan's cunt juice again but nothing there. He then began to think of what's in store tomorrow when he comes to visit her again this time he will break her. Then he noticed his son walk in.

Rob his son was a little taller than his father, tall, dark and handsome same age as Josh but more athletic built. He normally stays with mom in another state but he preferred to be with his dad. He's more outgoing and he and his dad shares the same ideas.

He likes his dad a lot more cause he treats him like a man. Harry brought his son with him one time in a strip joint and had a blast together. He even paid a call girl for him. That's why he likes to stay with him. This time he's staying with his dad for a few months.

"Hi son!" Harry greeted him.

"Hi!" a bit sad.

"What's wrong?"

"Mother called and she wants me to fly over and stay with her for the summer."

"What's wrong with that?"

"I want to stay here for a while I just got here."

Harry looked at his son all grown up and such like him he thought. Then he said

"I'll talk to her don't worry, get some sleep got school tomorrow."

"Thanks" he gleamed and walked off his office jumping high reaching over the top of the door and slapped it pretending to dunk a ball or something.

Harry just shook his head smiling and then he called Rob's mother. Telling her that Rob is staying. Explained the merger, the possibility of him moving with in a couple of months. Maybe with in the state where she at, he added to calm her down. His ex-wife liked the idea and she gave in. He hangs the phone then walked over his filing cabinet and took a small plastic bottle.

He examined it through the light to see how full it is. Satisfied he squirts a little on his fingertip and rubbed it between his middle finger tip and thumb checking the smoothness of the oil. He then tossed it the air and caught it on the way down and put it in the pocket of his sports jacket. "I'll definitely need this, she's tight!" he said to himself. Then he took a cold shower.

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Joan woke up after just about 8:30 her kids already gone to school. She slept a bit late already last night. She kept thinking of everything Harry's cock, Josh seeing her breast possibly her pussy too and then she saw his son jacking off and then about her husband.

She completely trusts Harry on his words, she got no choice, and she has too. Then the idea of Harry not sticking with his words and Drake out of work crossed her mind. She cried a bit till she fell a sleep.

She took a quick shower then drying her hair. Dressed up and started her morning routine. Then a little past 10:00 the phone rang and she looked at the phone and answered it hoping it was Drake but it's not her husband.

"I'm on my way over, be there in 10 minutes!" Harry spoke at the other end of the line and then hang up.

Joan started to panic, she doesn't know what to do or think. Then the picture of his cock began to appear in his thought, she remember feeling it big long and thick. She began to worry, and feeling scared.

She tried to erase her thoughts and concentrating on wiping her already cleaned counter top rubbing a stain she thought was there then suddenly the doorbell rang and she jumped from the sound of it. She just stood there and then it rang again then she went to her front door. Reached over the doorknob her hand shaking a little. She unlocked the bolt and opened the door.

Harry saw the door opened but he didn't see her. He steeped in and she was behind the door her face sad.

"What's the matter babe? Not expecting me at all?" he sarcastically asked.

Joan closed the door and locked it not saying a thing not trying do avoid his gaze. Then she walked over the living room area. Then he heard him again.

"Get us both something cold to drink and bring it up." then he finished it up with a "Please?"

Joan went to the kitchen and opened the fridge and looked inside looking for something she could serve. Milk, O.J., few varieties of sodas and a half bottle of sparkling wine. She doesn't know what to take and she decided for a soda and glass of water.

She dispensed some ice from the icemaker and put some on two empty glasses and another two filled with soda. Took a pitcher of water then changed her mind she took the bottle of sparkling wine instead. Thinking that it might get her drunk and ease her mind and her body. Then she took a serving tray to carry the glasses and bottle. 

Harry already went to the guestroom was lying on the bed, his shoes are off and his clothes except his pants, he left it on. His hands behind his head hands interlocked. Then she saw her come in.

"Sorry, I really don't know what you wanted." she said while she put the tray down on top of the dresser.

Harry saw the selection and said

"Want to celebrate this special occasion?" he was referring to the bottle she brought.

Joan didn't say a thing she just stood there. She saw him almost naked except for his pants lying still on. She observed his almost masculine chest and stomach.

Harry was being impatient of her cold treatment but he let it go it doesn't really matter.

"Pour us some of that, that, whatever that bottle is." He couldn't tell what it is from where he is.

Joan poured them the wine and she handed him a glass. Then she saw him sip and she drank hers straight up.

"Whoa girl, want to get drunk don't you?"

Harry then just shook his head got off the bed took the glass from her hand and returned both glasses back on the tray. He then turned around went back and sat at the edge of the bed. And told her to take her clothes off, all of it.

Joan hesitated for a moment then started to undress. She took her top off first and then her shorts leaving her bra and panty on.

"Continue on, come now." he urged her.

Joan then slid the shoulder straps of her bra off her shoulder and off her arms turned it around so the clip is right in front of her and unhooked it. She dropped it and started to take her panties off. Then she just stood there, all naked her arms drape in front of her in a "V" shape covering her breast and pussy.

Harry didn't mind and he told her to come over and then he stood up as she approached.

Joan moved in front of him and her eyes directly leveled with his chest. Then he told her to take his pants off. She reached over and started to unbuckle his belt, unbutton his pants and zip down his fly and she could see the huge bump under his under shorts.

She stooped down to remove his pants off his ankles when she felt his hands on her shoulder prodding her to stay down there. Then she sat down on her heels and reached over his under shorts and pulled it down then his semi hard dark meat sprang forward almost hitting her face.

Harry was looking down at her observing any reaction she might show. He saw his cock inches from her face. Its cock looks huge and long and it's not even fully erect yet. He saw her beautiful face a little worried staring at his cock.

Joan looked at his cock right in her face dark thick and long and its just hangs there not even hard yet and she felt a tingle in her pussy. She waited for him to command what's her next move will be and then she saw him sat down at the edge of the bed leaned back his arms on his side supporting his back from going any much farther and then he opened his legs.

"You know what to do. I don't need to tell you everything or it will take us longer taking care of business and your kids might just walk in any minute. Do you want that?"

Joan thought about it and he's right. The sooner she gets him off the sooner he's out of her house. Then she knelt in front of him and holds his semi erect meat.

Harry was pleased, now that she got the idea and he smiled when she took his cock in her hand lifting it and her mouth about to reach its tip. Then the phone rang.

Joan looked at the phone by the nightstand and looked up to him.

"Let it ring, don't answer it."

Joan looked back at the ringing phone and on the sixth ring it stopped. She didn't hear the answering machine clicked-in but she knew it did. Then he told her to go on.

Joan held his mid shaft and felt its smooth skin and soft yet hard enough. She managed to grip his semi erect cock all the way around its girth but she was holding it tight. Then she lifts it up and aimed it towards her mouth. She got her lips tight around its head and started to suck and lick it in side her mouth.

Then his cock twitched and began to grow. It kept getting harder and harder forcing her fingertips around his shaft to separate its hold and she saw it get longer and its head began to move out off her lips. She can't get its head in her mouth but she still tried.

Harry saw her struggle to keep his cock head in her mouth. But she got a small lips that it stretched her mouth beyond its max and she got to let it go.

Joan was now wide eyed and she can't believe it. She knew that she couldn't take him in either end. And she's scared but she continued on to please him. All she could think of is get this over with she have no choice. She held his cock now with two hands and she could see that even with two hands side by side still didn't cover his entire length. 

All she could do is lick its purplish head and suck its tip and kiss his velvety cock skin up and down his shaft while she stroke it the best she could with both her hands. 

Harry's enjoying the show she was performing. Although she's a lousy cocksucker seeing his dark huge cock against her beautiful face gave him the satisfaction. He let her lick and suck his cock for a while till he's satisfied that she's giving it all she had to please him. Then he took her hands and pulled her with him when he rests his back on top of the bed.




Innocence Lost Ch. 04



Joan was trying her best to get him off although she's having a hard time she could feel her excitement in her pussy. Then she felt his hand took hold of hers and suddenly pulled her on top of him dragging her front body against his. She felt his cock sliding through the skin of her body then felt it against her stomach, her legs against his.

He then let go of her hands then Tammy position it between his armpits supporting her body then her legs on each side of his waist. This let left her positioned on top of him her body leaning forward facing down supported by her stretched arms facing his chest with her buttocks resting by his ball sack pressing against the slit of her cunt his cock jutting up.

He saw this and he grabbed her by the waist and prods her to slide forward. When she did, she ended sliding her cunt slit along the under side of his long shaft and then he prods her to slide back again.

Joan felt his long shaft against her slit rubbing her pussy lips along its girth when she slid forward and it felt good she thought. Then she felt his hand pushing her waist back and she got the idea what to do.

She began moving her ass forward and aft keeping her weight pressed down keeping pressure between her slit and his shaft. She'll move forward up the length to its head and then back to his balls. She tried to hold off her pleasure but it lit like a match giving fire to her pleasure while she rubbed her cunt against his long hard shaft.

She began riding him, sliding her cunt fore and aft his shaft then she bent a little more then his shaft touched her clit rubbing it. She felt her pleasure building up and up and she began to move faster.

Harry could feel her cunt through his underside of its cock and he loves it. Then he felt her juice began to flow against his shaft. She's getting excited he thought and that's a good thing. He then moved his hand from his waist to her breast cupping both with his hand, squeezing, fondling it and pinching her nipples. 

He saw her face with pleasure. He began to feel her whole body, his hand all over her skin then back to her breast again while her motion changed its pace. She's sliding her butt faster now her back arched backwards giving more pressure on his shaft then he heard her start to moan softly in short sequences.

"Ahhh, Ahhh, Ahhh, Mmmm, Ahhh, Ahhh"

Then he pushed her off him to his right and he moved her on the middle of the bed then grabs her legs behind the knee and lifted it up. Then he lay down face down between her legs his face right on her pussy. He started to lick it and then suck it and lick it again and again sucking her clit.

Joan now on her back, legs high and wide with his head between her thighs. Sucking her off hard licking her fast and she heard those slurping sound again her pussy tingles in pleasure her orgasm reaching her faster than she wanted it till she can't control it any longer and she shoot her load in his mouth.

Harry kept licking her faster and faster and sucking her clit till he felt her tense up and tasted her sweet cum shoot at his mouth and he drank it with gusto. He kept licking her till her body stopped jerking and then he knelt up dropping her legs on the out side of his knees his cock sticking out above her.

She was exhausted, she thought she could hold her orgasm till he shoot his first but she was completely wrong. Her body could only response to her pleasure she was experiencing down her pussy than her thoughts of strong will.

She saw his cock sticking out above her pussy. And then he saw him reached over the night stand and saw him retrieve a small plastic bottle that she didn't notice was there before and he squirted a good amount of liquid on his hand and then started to spread it all over his cock.

She felt some of it drop on her stomach and it felt slick and cool. He saw him squirt some more in his hand then she felt it rubbing her hand with stuff on her already wet pussy making sure some of it get inside her then he rubbed some more on his cock concentrating on its head. She wanted to protest on what's about to happen but she knew it will be useless.

Harry finished covering his cock with the oil that he brought with him. Then he positioned himself between her legs and pushed her knees up her feet flat on the bed then he grab one of the pillows and slid it under her butt. Then he pushed her knees forward and spreading it wide as far as it gets and saw her pussy open up, he could see her pink walls wet with her juice and the oil he spread on it. He then told her to hold her legs wide and then he aimed his thick head on her opening and begun to thrust it in slow.

Joan could see and feel her cunt stretch accepting its head then she felt the pressure when its hard shaft began its entry and slowly it went in and she felt her cunt rip a little and pain shot through her and she screamed.

"Owwww!, Ow!, Ahhh!" she never cried that much before.

She could feel her cunt wall stretch as his cock gain entry then the pain began to subside but its still there. Then she felt his cock began to go in smoother now that her pussy ripped her wider to accept his thick hard cock. She was holding her breath now, feeling his cock go deeper and deeper inside her until it hit her inner most part and his cock wont go in any further.

It caused her a little pain when he tried to force more of it putting pressure in her cervix. And she moved her hand against his stomach to stop him from going in further and he did. She looked over her mound and saw her clit sticking out and maybe about 2 or more inches is sticking out of her cunt. Then she rests her head on the pillow trying to catch her breath and feeling her cunt full of his meat.

Harry pushed a little harder when he felt his tip hit a wall and stopped its smooth entry. He just wanted to make sure that that's as far as he could go in and it confirmed it when she tried to stop him to go in further seeing the pain her eyes. He loves it. Then he made circular motion and her body twisted in pain he could see it in her face. Then he pulled out a little and then in again hitting her cervix again and her hand moved to his chest stopping him.

"Please don't, it hurts. Please?" she begged him.

Harry heard her and she he knew what she meant. Then he just started to pull out again and just an inch then in again this time he didn't go all the way. He did it this way pulling farther and farther out after every few thrust until he could tell that she's getting used to it. Then his long and slow thrust began, in and out of her tight cunt.

Her pain began to ease and her pussy still tight began to get used to its size. She could feel it in and out of her long and slow, filling and deflating her like balloon she thought. She looked at his mound again and saw his dark meat in and out of her white pussy lips she don't know if she could feel pleasure or pain at the same time.

Harry could feel her tight pussy and he slowly fucked her in slow thrust. He did this for a few minutes then he felt his orgasm building up and he started to fasten the pace. His hard cock now going in out of her faster than before and then even faster.

She could feel his rhythm go faster and faster and sometimes he over thrust and hit her cervix and she let out a cry of pain each time. She knew he was coming soon but her orgasm wasn't there yet. The sharp pain that causes her when his cock hit her cervix made her loose the pleasure she was building up. Then in an instant he pulled out of her so quickly that she felt the sucking effect she felt pain again.

Then she felt hot load of cum in her tummy and stomach and she looked at it saw load of cum shoot out of his pee hole and in to her stomach and he jerk it some more with hand and some ended up on her breast. She didn't come but that's fine with her. Then she felt his cock on her stomach spreading and stirring his sperm about her stomach. Then he finally got off the bed and he disappeared out the door. 

She then took some paper tissue of the box on the other side of the nightstand and wiped off his cum off her stomach and anywhere else. Then she heard the toilet flush and then he's back and started to dress up. She just breathes in relief that it's over for now.

Harry finished dressing up and was about to leave when he told her that he already made some calls and he'll call some more tonight.

Joan knew what he was talking about and she said

"Thank you." In soft voice, he almost didn't hear it.

"Pleasures all mine." and he winked at her and left.

Joan looked for the time and she almost jumped when she saw what time it is. She slid off the bed and she felt a little weird between her legs and a little pain still lingers in her pussy. She then started to collect her clothes and started for the bathroom and she felt awkward walking. Then she heard Josh call and then Tammy's voice too.

"Mom?" called Josh.

"Mom?" Tammy followed suit.

Joan ran to her bathroom and closed the door and turned the water on. In a few minutes she heard a knock on the bathroom door.

Tammy could hear the water running.

"Mom? Are you in there?" she asked with concern.

Joan heard her daughter's voice.

"Yes dear?"

"Are you OK?" Tammy asked again.

"I'm just taking a quick bath be out in a minute."

Tammy saw Josh passed her by the door and she followed and saw him enter the guestroom and she followed him inside.

Josh was looking for his mom too when he noticed the guestroom open again. He went in to check the room. He saw the bed sheet in a mess, a pillow just about the middle of the bed. He moved closer and to the bed and saw the wet stains at the middle of the bed and most of it on the pillow too and a little bloodstain. Then he noticed the small plastic bottle by the nightstand and took it examining it. Then he heard her sister came in.

"Josh, what are you doing? She's OK taking a bath."

Josh turned around and hid the bottle behind him.

"What do you have there?" she inquired.

"Nothing, lets go."

And he was all over her sister blocking her while pushing her out of the door.

"Alright! Alright! Jeez Josh?" she complained. Then Josh closed the door behind them. 

At the same moment their mom came out of her bedroom drying her hair with a towel.

"You guys are early today?"

"Josh had a fight with his girlfriend and drag me home along with him since he got the car." Tammy answered first.

"What's all the yelling about?" Joan asked her kids.

"We saw a black man pulled out of the driveway and the front door was not locked. So we thought?" Josh answered.

Joan was panicking but she didn't show it.

"So that's why the doorbell kept buzzing. I was taking a bath and I didn't want o answer the door cause I know that you kids got your keys." She lied to her kids.

"See?" Tammy pushed Josh and she headed back down stairs.

"I just thought that...." Josh tried to explain then mom said it's OK and smiled at him and then said out loud so Tammy could hear it from down stairs.

"How about Chinese take out tonight!"

"Yeeeesssss!" Tammy yelled from down stairs then she said

"Hey mom! Dad left a message on the machine. He said everything went well with the client an he's in Seattle now and he'll call later tonight." her voice loud so her mom could hear her.

"Thank's Hon!" she yelled back at Tammy.

Then Joan went back to her room but she tapped Josh's cheek twice before she turned her back from him and said.

"Will you call the Chinese restaurant dear? I'll have the usual noodle." 

Josh stared at her mom's back till she closed the door behind her and shrug his shoulder and went down to the kitchen and looked up the number for the Chinese delivery they always call.

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They finished eating dinner and Josh didn't really eat a lot and he kept staring at her mom. His mom caught him staring twice and he just looked at his plate and stabbed a shrimp on his plate and put it in his mouth then he stared at her again.

Then they cleaned up and went to their respective rooms. Joan already straightened the guestroom and she also noticed the wet stains and the small bloodstain on the pillow. She changed the sheets and pillowcases while the kid where still down stairs watching TV and waiting for their dinner. And she sense that her son Josh was beginning to suspect her when she caught him twice staring at her and the questioning look about the black guy driving off.

She also talked to Drake already when he called just before they started dinner. Told her that everything went fine and since he arrived in Seattle and sat at the merger convention learned that the company has to lay off a lot of personnel but they said a lot will be promoted to. At least that confirmed what Harry was talking about.

Josh at the meantime couldn't sleep and holding the plastic bottle of oil. He found out that it wasn't just an ordinary baby oil, its ticker yet smooth and you could smell its sweet scent up close and has a sweetness to it, he knows, he tried it. He thought of the things he saw and sense so far and tried to piece it together.

1st. Yesterday, he saw her almost naked on the guestroom bed, her panty on the floor and she hasn't prepared for dinner, cause she always does.

2nd. Today, he saw a black man drove off. Front door not locked. The stain on the bed sheet and pillow case.

3rd. The small amount of bloodstain on the pillowcase together with the wet mark, and the position of pillow where he found it.

4th. She didn't made dinner again and she was in the shower. She normally does it the other way around.

5th. She never use this stuff and if she does for what? This is used for one thing only he believes staring at the bottle.

Then the puzzle starts to move in their spots and he began to see that her mom's having an affair with a black man. Then he pictured her mom and a black man in the guestroom bed the black man lubing his large cock. Then he put the pillow under her. Then inserted his cock in his mom's pussy.

It was too big for her and it ripped her can and started to bleed a little and stained the pillow. Then he started to fuck her mom and juices from her and the oil flowed through her cunt and to the pillow and the bed sheet. He pictured her mom struggling and his dark skin on top of her.

Josh's cock hardened knowing that her mom's having an affair with a black man with a big dick. Then he unknowingly started to jerk of. Then Tammy came into his thoughts. He looked at the clock at his study table 11:30 p.m. He wondered if his mom is already asleep and Tammy too.

He stood up the plastic bottle still in his hand and opened his door and looked around the hallway. No lights under her mom's door he saw and Tammy's too. He checked Tammy's door and its not lock and he opened it and locked it behind him not making any noise. He could see her bed with help of the nightlight she had on her room then he climbed in bed with her.

Tammy was startled and she almost yelled when her brother wrapped his mouth against her mouth.

"Shhhhhhh, it's me sis?" he said.

"Josh! What are you doing?" she complained whispering.

"I just missed you sis." Then he pressed his crotch against her thigh.

Tammy felt the hardness of his cock through his under shorts.

"Not now, I'm not in the mood!"

"You sound like my girlfriend that's why we're having some trouble."

"Don't blame me?" she told him.

Josh then took her hand and put it against its crotch holding it there.

"Come sis, it's been a long time. And I want to try this."

Josh held up a plastic bottle and showed it to her. He explained to her and he squirt a little in her fingertip, she felt it, smelled it and tasted it. She was curious at the same time wanting to try it. So she said OK. Then Josh immediately pulled his shorts off and turned-on the side lamp and she stripped off her pajamas.

Soon they're both completely naked on top of her bed facing each other. His sister was kneeling sitting on her heels and he's sitting cross leg his dick sticking up. Tammy asked.

"What do you want to do?" she whispered.

"I'll put some of this on yours and lick it and you put some in mine and you lick it." he told her then he continued on, "You go first." he finished.

"Got a better idea we both do it at the same time." she offered.

"Whoa sis, learning something lately?" he jokingly whispered back.

She told him to go ahead and lie down and then she position herself on top of his face his head between her knees facing his legs. Then she said.

"Where's the bottle?"

She took the bottle from him and squirts some on her left hand then hand it back to her brother. Then she rubbed her hands together smearing the stuff all over her palm some of it dropped on his stomach.

Then she bent over and started to rub it all over his hard cock. Then she began to stroke his shaft and her hand slid smoothly on his shaft. Then she heard him moan with excitement. Then she lowered her head and wrapped her lips about his cock head and started to suck his head her hand going up and down his shaft.

Josh felt her lips sucking him and her hand jacking him of slowly. He then squirted some on his left fingertips and smudged it to her waiting cunt. He massaged her mound and slipping in a finger or two in her love hole then he wiped the excess off his finger on her left ass cheek. Then he moved his head and started to lick her slit.

Joan felt his finger caressing her mound and she felt a finger slid inside her wet hole and he moaned a little. She started to lick his head then down his shaft tasting the sweet stuff off his cock.

She then put it back in her mouth and slid her lips further down this time faster than before then she'll stop on its head and let her tongue play on his cock head and she'll slide it down again her head moving up and down. She liked the stuff she thought. It tasted good and it feels wonderful in her mouth when he suck his cock.

Josh was in pleasure and his sister was doing great sucking him off. He concentrated on her mound and sucking her clit tasting the sweet stuff off her cunt. His sister was really doing great and his ball began too tighten he could feel his orgasm reaching and then 

"Sis stop! I don't want to come yet."

She stopped bobbing her head and gave his cock a quick few strokes and let it go. She then repositioned her self beside his brother and then she nudged him to get on top of her.

Josh moved between her legs and stroked his shaft a few times then he aimed his cock between her slit then rubbed it up and down of her cunt lip. He heard her moan and then she slid it all the way in their pubic hair pressed against each other.

She's still tight but a little looser now maybe it's the stuff he thought. Then he started to fuck her love hole in and out his cock went and he'll thrust it hard sometimes and then make a circular motion and he heard her moan again.

Then he started to fuck her faster and he felt her pussy tighten up about his shaft and her breathing faster. Then he even fucks her faster now. Her body began twist to her side and then her back arched and she wrapped her legs around his butt and locked it there and he felt her meet her thrust then she tensed and then she let go of his butt and her body jerked.

She was reaching her orgasm, her pleasure building up in her pussy then she couldn't take it any more. She met his thrust and then she shot her cum. Then she went limp exhausted but she felt her brother's cock began to slid in and out of her and went faster and faster.

In a few minutes he shot his load deep inside her. She could feel his hot cum shot a couple of times and felt his warm sperm flowing inside her. Then she felt his whole body pressing against her and then he rolled off her.

Then he kissed her sister and thanked her then his sister said.




Innocence Lost Ch. 04



"Where did you get that stuff? Can I have some?"

"I just found it" telling the truth, "No you can't cause its almost empty not even enough for you I think?"

Then he examined it against the light of the lampshade, "See?"

"Darn!" she said.

Josh heard her, "Where you gonna use it?"

"Never mind!" she said and then covered her naked body with her comforter and, "Go to bed Josh before you get a hard on again because I am not sucking you anymore".

Tammy closed her eyes and heard him leave the room and then she reached over the lamp and turned it off.

Josh went back in his room and got in his bed looked at the empty bottle and put it away in the drawer of nightstand. He just confirmed what the stuff is used for. Then he thought of his mom again the black man on top of her. Then he had a hard-on again.

Rick purchased some expensive equipment. A digital movie recorder with top of the line zoom features and wide-angle shots with remote and bought the highest memory he could find. He brought some of the equipment from the house.

Then bought a cordless transmitter that will allow him see what ever the camera was recording on a TV screen with out the mess of cables all over the room, and the possibility of the camera not reaching where he wanted to go. He finished setting up the room just about midnight and then he drove back home and get a good night sleep before Tammy shows up in the next day.

Harry went to the five star hotel to get a room reservation for him and Joan. He got there pretty late because he got to catch up with work since he spends a few hours with Joan. He made arrangement to stay tonight till Sunday night.

He decided to just sleep at the hotel and call Joan from the room and have her come over. He got his room keys and headed for the elevator. When he got in and the door was about to close, he heard someone.

"Hold it please!"

Then an old fellow maybe in his mid fifties with bunch of equipment and tripods and the sort struggles in. Then the elevator door closed. Harry pressed 10 then he saw the old man retrieve a gold card key and inserted it on one of the slot and pressed the button on top of it.

Harry was curious and pointed on the card. He got money to spend but he never saw one of those he's not that rich the most he spent in a room is $1200.00 a night.

"Penthouse level" the old man said, "Want to see it?" he offered.

Harry wasn't in hurry and he just want to check it out and he accepted the offer. Harry's floor approached and the elevator door opened but he didn't get out. Then it closed again then it opened on the old man's floor. He helped him carry his stuff out the elevator then the old man took the card from the inside and inserted it on the outside and pressed the only button and the door closed. Harry then turned around and 

"Whoa, nice pad old man." he walked around the room and faced the old man.

"How much will it cost you to get a room like this?"

The old man told him, and then Harry just shook his head. He checked it for some more then he shook his hand and introduced him self.

"Harry." he said.

"Rick." the old man said.

"Well, got to go now and be with your business. Thanks for showing me your pad."

"No problem." Then Rick showed him back at the elevator and pressed the button again and waited for the elevator.

"Staying by your self?" Harry inquired.

"With my grand daughter." he smiled.

Harry looked around for her. Then Rich told him

"She's not here, we got relatives about the area a few minutes drive. I'll be picking her up tomorrow."

Then the elevator door opened and Harry went in and shook hands again and the door closed. He then pressed the 10 button. He finally got to his room and sat on the couch and looked around his large room. Then he commented

"Damn, that old gizzard must be loaded." then he went to the bathroom and turned on the Jacuzzi to warm it up.

He then grabs his bag and retrieved a small digital camera and looked around the place looking for a place for him to hide it. He couldn't find a place. Then he noticed a table by the window with a large plant with lots of leaves and branches but it gives the room some finesse. He tried to hide the camera within and he observed it from the distance. It's perfect. Then he took out a small card like remote and pressed it.

Then he took the camera and took a look of the shot he made through its LCD and its not good there, a lot of obstruction between it and the bed. Then he decided to move the whole thing next to the wall on the side of the bed and hid the camera and snap a shot and checked it and it's almost there he just have to find the right angle. A few tries and he got it.

He got the whole shot of the bed and close enough he could see his face, and beside he could blow it up if he wanted to. And all he need is some few good shot of her and him of course he thought. It will come in handy someday.

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Tammy woke up a little late than she planned and blamed her brother for waking her up last night. She took a shower and dressed and checked if her mom still asleep and Josh too and they both are. She looked at the clock 8:30 and she was surprise that her mom's still sleeping.

She noticed that her mom seems distracted and lately. Maybe because she misses dad she thought. She then left a note at the kitchen telling her mom that she left at 8:45 and she don't want to wake her up and she said that she'll be home tonight. Then she went over next door finding it's backdoor unlocked for her then she called.

"Rick? I'm here."

Then she heard him coming from the door leading to the garage, "I'm here in the garage."

She went over to meet him and said, "Everything's set?"

"Yup, any problem getting out?"

"Nah, they're all asleep but I got a curfew tonight, midnight!" she told him.

"That's fine, ready to go?"

"Could we get something to eat on the way?"

He smiled and got in the car and she did the same. She lay low when the garage door starts to open to hide from anyone that will see her as she always does. Then they're on their way. Stopping at McDonalds drive-thru and ordered her some breakfast meal with OJ. In a few minutes they're in the parking lot of the five star hotel and then in their room with out any incidence.

Tammy saw the tripods and some equipment in the master bedroom. She picked up a small camera and aimed it at him and snap a shot of him.

"Drop it and come here will yah?" he's by the bedroom door.

She came over and told her to sit by the bed so he could adjust the zoom and position the camera. And she jumps on top of the bed and sat at the middle. Then he looked at the LCD and then turned on the TV. Tammy could see her self on the TV and she waved at the camera.

He joined her by the bed and then he got the small remote control and tried the zoom in and out while he was looking at the TV set. Perfect he thought. Then he got of the bed and got another camera and he held pointing the lens at her then he started recording. Then he told her to introduce her self and then she smiled and then telling the camera her name, age, weight, vital statistics and so on.

They continued on, he got her taking of her clothes then focusing on every part of her body, her breast, her cunt an all. He got her in different positions, spread eagle, on all fours, etc. Then she recorded her masturbating but he didn't wait for her to come. Then he turned that off and told her to face the one in the tripod focused it in and then he walked in the scene and he started to record he' also naked of course.

Rick was standing in front of her while she was sitting on the edge of the bed and then she took hold of his semi erect cone shaped cock and started to suck it and stroke it in front of the camera. She did this till his cock got harder and harder till it's now pointing at her with a slight curve.

Then she just put its head inside her mouth and she rests her hand by his hairy thighs. Then he started to move his ass fucking her small mouth, her head also moving fore and aft meeting his thrust doing her best to suck him off.

Then he pulled it out of her mouth and then told her to lie down and positioned her open legs on the lens while he looked at the screen. Then he press record on the control and started to lick her tight cunt and his tongue sliding in and out of her hole, sucking her clit and she moaned with pleasure.

He then lifted her legs up and wide and he licked her harder and faster now till she start to breath faster and then she suck her clit and her back arched backward and she moaned again and again. Her body twisting and the she let go and she moaned intensely and he felt her cum shot his mouth and he kept on licking her cunt till her body stopped jerking.Then he made sure that he still has a good shot by looking at the screen and he moved between her legs. 

Then he got hold of his cock and aimed it at her wet hole. Then he started to push forward and he let the camera zoom in showing his cone shaped cock started to plug her love hole, stretching her cunt lips to its max. Then half way through his length he started to fuck her in and out.

She started to moan again and her head moving side to side and he fucked her faster and faster. Half the length of his thick cock in and out her cunt and her juice started to flow. And then he lifted her legs much higher and he's almost directly on top of her cunt his dick point straight down and he used his weight to drive his cock deep inside her.

Her pussy stretching and right in front of the screen until his entire length was completely inside her. She was holding her breath till all his girth and length was inside her the he released a long breath of relief. He got the control in his hand zooming in and out as necessary.

He then started to move up and down his fat cock in and out of her and she was breathing fast and moaning with pleasure. Then he moved faster and faster until her orgasm reached it peek and she shot another load of her cum against his cock and he could feel it too.

He continued to fuck her and her cunt was so wet it flows out of her every time he thrust in flowing between his shaft and pussy wall. Then he too began to feel his orgasm reaching its peak and his balls tightened and with one shove he released inside her white-hot load of cum flowing between his shaft and her cunt. And then he pulled out his cock and more fluid flow out of her. It was perfect and it's all recorded.

He had her rest for a few minutes and then continued on recording every sex position they could think of. He fucked her from behind, then she was on top riding him and then they're in a 69 position. Him shooting loads of cum inside her mouth and so on. He ordered food to be brought up for lunch and they continued on. She was worn out and her pussy and Jaw began to ache and she told him. Then he decided that they had enough recording.

Then he told her another secret. He inserted another tape on the player and pressed the play button then she saw her mom and dad fucking. She saw her dad's cock her mom sucking it then she rode him her mom bouncing up and down his dick in and out her cunt and then changed position in missionary position and fucked her again. She was shock.

"Did you did to her what you did to me?" she asked directly a little madness in her voice.

"No, I didn't" he answered slowly.

"Are you planning to?" she continued.

"Yes I did, but I don't need to because I have you now."

"Did you want to fuck my mother us you did with me?"

He was tired of the questions and he started to admit his plans her lust for both women but he also confessed that all he needed is her. She was still upset but she shrugged it off for the meantime.

The ring of the phone startled Joan waking her up and she answered it right away and she heard the familiar voice again. He told her to come over the hotel within the hour and he gave her the room number. She looked at the clock it's just past nine. Then she got up and checked her kids. Josh still sleeping and Tammy's not in her room.

She went down to the kitchen and she saw her note. She left a note for Josh and some money with it. Went back in her bedroom and changed fixed her self up and off she goes. She reached the hotel in 45 minutes she could have arrived faster but she took her time taking the whole hour that he gave her. And a few minutes later she's in front of 1009 and knocked. 

Harry opened the door and he smiled but she just walked in with out a smile or Hi and stood at the middle of the big room by the couch. She offered her breakfast but she shook her head and said

"Let's get this over with. I still have kids to feed." she told him coldly.

Harry then smiled, "Fine with me."

He sat him self at the left side of edge of the bed and commanded her to come over. As soon as she got there, she stood between him and the plant by the wall. Then he told her to turn around and told her to take all her clothes off. Then he took the small control from his pocket and felt the buttons that he familiarized ready to press the button.

She started to strip her clothes her blouse first, her bra then her skirt and then her panties. She stood there her back against him then he told her to turn around and when she did he was standing right in front of her and his shirt already off except his pants. Then he stepped side way the bed now on his left and told her to take of her pants.

She knelt in front of him and started to unbuckle his pants and then he's completely naked his semi hard cock hanging in front of her. Not noticing the small control in his hand pressing discreetly a button that took a snap each time he presses it.

She knew the routine and she told him he wants this thing over with and she didn't wait for his command and she reached for his cock. And with both hands she stroke his dark thick meat her white hand completely in contrast with each other. And then she moved her head to engulf its purplish head with her mouth and sucked it while she strokes his shaft with both her hands.

She could feel his cock getting harder and harder and longer and all she could do now was lick its head. She then stuck the tip of her tongue between the small opening of his pee hole and tried to fuck it with her tongue and then lick it again alternating, then suck its head again. She will the lick the under side of his cock then to his balls then back to its head.

Harry was having pleasure just looking at her trying to do her best to please him. And he kept pressing that button once every while. He then moved to the bed and laid down length wise of the bed his head towards the headboard. The he told her to move on top of him in a 69 position and as soon as she's on position he felt her suck his head again and stroking his cock with her left hand her right hand supporting her body up.

Joan can't get her fingers completely around his shaft but she tried her best to jack him off. Her long hair was covering her left side and he told her to move it on her other side. Then she felt his tongue sliding up and down her slit and then she felt his tongue inside her cunt slashing her inside walls. Then she felt it on her clit and then sucked it. She felt pleasure building up in her again even when she tried to resist it and kept on licking it. 

She tried to take her thoughts on the pleasure she was feeling by trying to take his thick cock in her mouth. She opened her mouth as big as she can and lowered it in his cock head. Still his cock will not fit and she forced her head down stretching her mouth putting pressure in its head then it went in her mouth. Her jaw was aching and her thoughts where gone of the pleasure she was feeling replaced by her concentration to get his cock in her mouth.

Harry felt pressure in his cock head. He could tell she's trying to get his thick cock inside her mouth and he looked at his cock and he saw its head disappear in her mouth. His orgasm was building up little by little. Then he felt her head pushing down again and he could feel her tight lips now against his shaft just below its head. He then moved his attention back on her cunt while his hand pressing the button of the control. Then with other hand he inserted his middle finger again and was looking for her g-spot again and he found it.

Joan was making progress on getting his cock in her mouth and his cock head inside her mouth and her lips now on its shaft. Then she forced more in then she felt his finger enter her cunt and felt it probing her inside then a shock went through her body and she tried to moan but her mouth was full of his cock she moved her belly down.

He felt her breath deep and a murmur from her and her body responded by his tummy sucking in. He continued to lick her and suck its clit at the same time he slid his finger in an out touching her spot. And he heard her murmur more and her body starting to move around.

She was feeling the pleasure again within her and she tried to break it by moving her head down putting more pressure behind it and she succeeded and went deeper inside her mouth about three inches total.

Harry felt his cock a good distance inside her mouth and he was really getting excited real fast. Then he played his finger continuously rubbing her g-spot and slurping her clit. And she started to move her cunt meeting his finger.

Joan was loosing the battle and she was giving up. the pleasure was too much for her and she tried one more time but this time she just tried to get his cock inside and out of her mouth. So she pulled up and down with pressure and again and again until she got a rhythm going she thought she did it. Then she felt it again much harder this time faster and faster. And she fought it again by bobbing his faster too.

Harry was really getting there and he started to pump his buttock up and down in rhythm of her bobbing head and started to fuck her mouth. And at the same time he concentrated on her clit with her mouth and tongue and his finger tip in her g- spot and then he heard her murmur louder this time and her cunt start to buck faster. He could hear her breath faster and then her body tense and her mouth tightened on his shaft he thought its going to rip in two. And he lost it too. He shot his load inside her mouth.

Joan was loosing it and she started to wiggle her cunt to meet his tongue. And then she tensed and could not help it but shoot her cum to his finger and she tried to moan louder this time and her body started to jerk causing her lips to clamp on to his shaft tighter. Then at the same moment she felt him started to fuck her mouth. She was about to pull her mouth when she felt his hot cum shoot and into her throat filling her mouth.

She then pulled her mouth off his cock and gagged a little and white sticky sperm pouring out of her open mouth. She couldn't avoid swallowing some of his cum and she was breathing hard catching her breath. Then she rolled to the side and lay limp on the bed beside him. Her mouth closed though cum was still evident around her lips.

Harry sat up and looked at her and saw her face with his cum glistening around her lips and trickled down her corner lip. Her eyes closed breathing slow deep breaths. He got of the bed and went to the bathroom and when he came back he has a moist washcloth in his hand. He then sat beside her and wiped her face with the washcloth cleaning his cum off her lips. He then saw her eyes open and looking at him.

"Thanks" she said softly.

"Thought you couldn't do it? But you did great." he commented.

"I hope you're rested because we're not done yet." And he patted her thigh.

Joan still felt exhausted and her mouth and lips were a bit sore.

"Could we rest a bit more please?" her voice soft and pleading.

"You're not in a hurry are you? She added.




Innocence Lost Ch. 05



In Which Innocence is embodied in the value of Twelve; and joined in a fury of pain and pleasure; and in which Chastity pursues love of a woman and Innocence the Love of God.

It was in another field, this time within Une's extensive estates, that Une and Innocence were happily fucking together. Being her own estate, Une naturally chose a comfortable field where the grass was short and green enough for there to be relatively little scratching or discomfort from the ground as the two lovers pursued their business. It was a lovely sunny day, and as Une straddled her thighs over Innocence gazing down at her beautiful penis thrusting in and out she could feel the sun burning her back.

It was with a little surprise that Une felt more feminine caresses from behind. But she didn't care. After making love to Chastity on a few occasions now, she no longer cared about her attention. She merely moaned appreciatively and bent forward over Innocence's prostrate body to give the caresses as free rein as possible. She pushed her tongue into Innocence's mouth and the two lovers explored each other while these other hands explored her.

And, then, with a shock, Une felt another object, hard, stiff and clearly the right shape, also enter into her moist welcoming vagina. What was this? she wondered. One of her lovers? Or (and this gave her a glorious frisson of desire) a woman endowed like Innocence? With that fantasy she brought herself to the point of a loud and explosive orgasm as two tools exercised themselves inside her capacious void.

It was only when Une disentangled herself from the writhing bodies she found that there was in fact only one other person and she was a totally normal woman. Normal, that is, in the biologically accepted way. She was a little skinny, with high cheeks and perky breasts dominated by pointed nipples. She was also virtually naked - but then so too were Une and Innocence. How this girl was not normal was that her hair was virtually all shaved except for a long pointed quiff on her head several inches long. Body jewellery decorated and pierced her body, including golden dangling earrings and pointed ivory caps over her nipples. She also wore a dildo strapped around her waist which although it totally obscured her vagina seemed somehow much more indecent than total nudity could ever be.

Une had seen this look before. It was, she knew, a fashion amongst many girls in the cities to dress in this way - and it meant nothing there. Secretaries, receptionists, hairdressers and all sorts wandered around quite naturally with curious hairstyles and either dildos or, less provocatively, codpieces covering their cunts. Even in the cities, total nudity was not that acceptable. However, this style of dress was bound to attract a great deal of adverse attention in the country. And, anyway, what was a girl like this doing so far away from the night-clubs, bars and haunts of the big city.

Her name was Twelve - a common sort of city name it appeared. She had come to the countryside with her lover - a man called Three - and the two had had an argument. He was not very tolerant when he found her in bed with two other people, and had stormed back to the nearest railway station leaving her behind. She was renting a room from a couple of local people - "real yokels" she described them. Une knew all the people in the village, and the family she described were some relatively poor freeholders who farmed goats just above the village. Heaven only knows what they thought of a provocatively dressed girl like Twelve who probably had no sympathy or understanding at all of country ways!

Normally, Une would have had very little time or sympathy for someone like Twelve, but after the circumstances of their meeting - in which she'd betrayed rather more interest than she normally would have done - it seemed churlish not to invite her back to her farmhouse. Twelve agreed, and they returned to meet Chastity, whom these days made no effort to disguise her indulgence in sex with two of Une's lovers. With semen dripping out of her mouth, she greeted the company and almost immediately discarded her male company to focus her conversation on Twelve.

It came as no surprise to Une when, as the night progressed, Twelve and Chastity disappeared off to have sex together. She knew that it didn't involve the dildo, because Twelve had long past removed it and her ivory nipple protectors and left them on the mantle-piece ("It's wonderful to go naked!" she announced, almost incongruously).

Twelve became quite a regular visitor to Une's household - and, with increasing jealousy, it became apparent to her that it was Innocence and her wonderful penis that attracted her the most. "Innocence is so lucky!" Twelve announced, holding Innocence's erect penis between forefinger and thumb. "The rest of us just pretend to have this kind of thing - but for her it's real. And it comes all over you so creamy and rich! I just love the taste of it!" Une's jealousy was not lessened by the evident fact that Innocence also enjoyed Twelve's attention. How could she prefer such a vulgar slut? she wondered. But she could see that beneath her urban veneer, Twelve was a very tender lover and treated Innocence in a way that perhaps only an experienced lover of women could. Une's experience of making love to women was still not very great, and it was something that she had still not reconciled herself to. She wasn't a dyke was she?

Twelve had some peculiar interests. She listened to music which sounded about as execrable as music could be. Fast and cacophonous. Noisy and unstructured. It wasn't music at all. Only the fact that Innocence would be listening to the music with Twelve, and Une's wish not to lose touch with her enticed her to spend more than the smallest amount of time with them. She also seemed extremely interested in films which had moments of violence and pornography of the kind that most villagers were quite happy to watch, but to Une these were only the interesting bits of films which punctuated periods of plotless meandering and self-indulgence. And the art she professed to like! What was the point of art that gave no pleasure?

However, for Innocence's sake, Une tolerated this and the mammoth sex sessions that Innocence and Twelve indulged together. Even Chastity seemed to find Twelve's fascination with Innocence's penis a little bizarre. "There's only a few inches to it!" She exclaimed. "Surely she must know it in total detail by now." Une couldn't answer. In fact, she wondered if it might not be the peculiar drugs that Twelve and Innocence indulged together that kept the two going for so many hours.

"Innocence isn't a happy girl!" confided Twelve one day, while Une and she were lying face down in the sun. Twelve's skin had gone rather red in the sun. She clearly wasn't used to it at home, but she still persevered. She had developed a reddish freckly glow on her shoulders and around her nose.

"What do you mean? Not happy?" wondered Une. Perhaps Innocence had realised that Une was the only true love for her life. 

"In many ways Innocence is just an ordinary girl. And she just wants to be an ordinary girl. But she doesn't want to pretend to be something she's not. She's curiously endowed and she doesn't want to change that. But she does want to feel less of a freak."

"There's nothing wrong with being unusual," sniffed Une conscious of her unusually large vagina.

"But your asset doesn't give you identity crises," mused Twelve. "Innocence knows that she's not really a woman. But she's also clearly not a man. So what is she? Gender identity's pretty important you know!"

Une sniffed again. "And what is she supposed to do about that then?"

"That's exactly Innocence's problem."

Twelve soon moved out of the cottage she was lodging in to stay at Une's home. She complained to Une that she was fed up with having anal sex with her landlord. "It's the only way I can afford to pay," she declared. Une wondered why it had to be anal sex. Why not more conventional forms? "Well, it does get a bit painful - especially when he asks for a month's rent in advance. And he's not very subtle. But it's the only sex his wife tolerates. In fact she has to watch to ensure that he doesn't commit any infidelity and enter me from the front." Une didn't comment, but she was aware that among some of the more traditional villagers there was the belief that the only sex which really counted was that which would lead to procreation. Sex with animals, prepubescents, men or any anus wasn't considered in the same way at all.

Not long after Twelve moved in, a friend of her's, also from the big city, came to stay at Une's home. This girl was of oriental background with the undeniably exotic name of Ching. Ching was a smaller girl than Twelve with a slender waist and breasts that were more just aureate pink bumps on her chest. However what she lacked in endowment she compensated by a brashness that easily exceeded that of Twelve. Her own dildo was held on by rings pierced around her anus and vagina and was of exaggerated dimensions, more than a foot in length. Her hair was completely shaved off except for a little tail of hair dyed an incongruous golden colour flicking over her shoulders. She made no attempt to disguise the flatness of her breasts and in fact was habitually naked except for her dildo, petite golden sandals and an ankle-ring.

Ching didn't hesitate at all before making love with Twelve, Innocence and Chastity. It was only a little later that on Twelve's insistence Une also made love to her. Ching's dildo was well-designed for Une's cunt - the tightest fit she'd had for a very long time. Despite it being artificial and unable to spurt any semen, Ching made up by a passion and skill at love-making which was greater than even Twelve's. Indeed, as Une came to be aware, Ching's sexual appetite was biased quite differently to Une's own. The clearest evidence of this was that unlike the other three guests, Ching had no interest in her male lovers at all. However much they tried to interest her in their own endowments, the only penis that attracted Ching was Innocence's that was only rarely permitted inside her.

Ching had other tastes which Une only gradually became aware of, and this began to change the atmosphere of Une's home. The first time that Une discovered this was when she found Innocence one morning in the living room with her hands tied behind her back and legs and penis tied by ropes to the furniture. As the rope tying her hands was attached to a hook from a ceiling, she was in a very uncomfortable position which made her eyes water as she pulled on the rope. Her penis was decorated by a ribbon tied in a quite pretty knot which nonetheless must have squeezed when she got an erection. She had been unable to cry out as her mouth was covered by a cloth tied around her head.

Une quickly untied Innocence and soon established that this was the way she'd been left by Twelve, Chastity and Ching after they'd been playing one of Ching's games. Innocence, as Une soon gathered, became the object of most of Ching's games which required bondage and a little pain. Perhaps it was because Innocence was the youngest of all the people staying at Une's home or because of her general attitude of doing whatever she could to be of help to others. But Une surmised that it may have been more to do with Innocence's endowments which somehow attracted Ching's attention.

Innocence wasn't the only one to be smacked, tied up or mildly humiliated. Une found Ching herself face up while Innocence was urinating on her face and Twelve was fucking Ching with Ching's own dildo. On another occasion it was Twelve whom Une came across tied spread-eagled to a bed while Ching and Innocence fucked her repeatedly despite the blood that had gathered just between her legs. Even Chastity, who generally seemed above the role of the victim, accepted a role of helplessness when Une found her tied to Innocence whose penis was inside her anus and secured in such a way that it couldn't easily come out.

Une herself didn't take part in the girls' games, and soon got to feel a kind of exclusion. Perhaps it was because she was so much older than the others or perhaps they realised that Une's sexual predilections were of a less unconventional kind. She also realised that the tensions among the four other girls were exacerbated by Ching's games along with the peculiar drugs she'd brought along - some of which apparently did wonders for one's sexual appetite and stamina. Innocence seemed to be becoming more silent and reserved. On the occasions that Une made love to her, she was aware of a kind of desperation in her passion. She sometimes wept silently just after achieving orgasm as if the release it brought had also caused her pain.

Innocence was the centre of all the attention. Twelve would still hold her penis for hours on end, gently stroking it and occasionally taking it into her mouth. Ching and Chastity also pursued Innocence, and competed with each other for her body. This produced many occasions where the two girls would be locked together in sex games where the underlying aggression of Ching's predilections would lead to quite visible bruises. 

However, neither Ching nor Twelve were to stay for very long. They departed as abruptly as these two manifestations of urban life had originally trespassed into the peace and calm of the countryside. Their last night involved a lot of noise, screams, giggles, slaps and groans. Une was sufficiently disturbed by it to go into the bedroom Ching shared with Twelve to see what was happening.

In actual fact, she still couldn't be sure as all she could see was a contortion of flesh, leather, dildos and Innocence's erect penis that was hammering away inside Ching's vagina. String, rope and vegetables were strewn around and there was a strong smell of sex mixed with urine. Une felt reluctant to either intervene or participate, so she retired to her room. Her first thought had been to call two of her lovers and satisfy a kind of sexual vacuity, but somehow the thought of just masturbating was more attractive. So, she lay in her room imagining what was going on elsewhere and moistened her vagina with milk, carrots and her fingers.

The next day, both Ching and Twelve were gone. The house felt as if a hurricane had passed by, but was now back to the calm which had preceded their visit. Innocence however still seemed a little shaken by it all and Chastity now seemed to spend more time with Une's male lovers than with either Une or her sister. Une felt that Innocence was going though some kind of crisis precipitated by the hedonistic abandon of the last few weeks.

A curious side effect of Innocence's melancholy was that she no longer made love to Une, Chastity or any one else. She now spent most of her time sitting in a chair by the fire reading books. She took to wearing a simple white robe much as Une did which trailed down to her ankles and covered her shoulders and arms. As she sat on the chair with her bare feet pulled up, her long hair flowing down to her waist and her beautiful face looking so serious, Une felt more passionately in love with Innocence than ever before. But as Innocence made quite clear, she could look but not touch.

Chastity, however, had become more engrossed with Une and very soon the two women developed a routine of making love together with two or three of Une's male lovers and sometimes just the two of them. Chastity herself seemed a little more reserved and sometimes she would talk more to Une than indulge in more physical conversation.

Une became aware that Chastity was actually in love with someone, and not, as she'd originally believed, just in herself, and not, she was less pleased to discover with Une, but with a black woman she'd met before she'd come to stay in the countryside. Chastity's intention was to go and live with this other woman in another part of the country where she described a life of naked frolics and passionate lovemaking. Une wondered what was so different about their own amorous activities, but she'd lived long enough to be aware that affairs of the heart were less to do with what was done but how it felt to do it.

Chastity was also very concerned about Innocence. She confessed that she felt that her current unhappiness might very well be Chastity's own fault. She had introduced her sister to incest, lesbianism and a host of lovers. Some of these lovers Une knew - they had somehow passed her path before - but Une wasn't at all sure why that should be a problem.

"It's only a problem because Innocence doesn't know what she is, and where she wants to go," explained Chastity. "She's a girl with a penis, and she doesn't know what she's supposed to do about that."

"She doesn't seem to mind having a penis," commented Une stroking Chastity's clitoris gently and thinking of Innocence's passion. "In fact it seems to cause her less problem than it would for most men."

"I'm not saying she wants it removed. That would almost be too simple."

"What do you think she'll do?" Wondered Une. She thought of Innocence lying front down on the carpet by the roaring fire in her white robe with one leg nonchalantly raised and the other stretched out straining over a novel by Dostoevsky, a poem by Goethe or some other book.

"Well she's been reading the Bible recently," commented Chastity.

"The Bible?"

"And the Koran, the Baghasadvita and Kant. She's gone through almost all your collection of religious and philosophical books. She's read the I Ching and the Kama Sutra. She's looked into Nietzsche, Wittgenstein and Thoreau."

Une had a very large library of books which she'd collected on her journeys around the world. At one time or another she'd been to almost every country and acquired things from each. Carpets, ornaments, paintings, flowers, compact discs, videos and, of course, books. It wouldn't be true that Une had read all of them. It wasn't too easy to read books written in those languages she hadn't yet learnt. A large part of her collection was of erotic books from different cultures and different times. It was these books, she knew, that Chastity and Twelve used to read. Innocence didn't read those particular books.

One of Une's most prized books was a copy of the Bible reinterpreted by a sect which seemed to see sex in everything. The italicised annotations on the margin made constant allusions to sexual activities and proclivities sometimes blatantly referred to, but more often only hinted at. The most interesting part was an Apocrypha of obscene stories concerning Jesus' fucking of a hundred whores, Moses' incest in the desert, Eve being fucked by Cain and Abel, and missing chapters from Revelations which featured the sexual humiliations of hell. There was a particular chapter on the sexual tortures of early Christians by the Romans. This, however, was not the copy of the Bible that Innocence was reading.

Une also had a collection of Jacobean and Elizabethan sex plays which were performed surreptitiously and invariably climaxed in on-stage sex in the fifth act. This however was as nothing compared to some decadent Roman reworkings of Euripides, Sophocles and other Greek playwrights. There came a phase in the Roman Empire where authenticity became very important. Although it was possible to persuade slaves to enact the classic plays in authentic blood and gore, a good actor would have a short life. Oedipus could only be blinded once. So an attempt had been made to reinterpret violent action by sexual action, which stretched the physical resources of slaves, allowed sufficient humiliation to satisfy the appetite of the Roman audience and for those in the audience who liked authenticity. Une's knowledge of Greek and Latin words for the anatomy and sex had improved remarkably.




Innocence Lost Ch. 05



INTRO: Drake at 40 years old and Joan at 38 years old were happily married with their son Josh who is 19 and their daughter Tammy who just turned 18. Drake is a tall handsome guy with beard and although his age was showing his built is still considered good with a height of 5' 9".

His wife Joan in the other hand was beautiful and petite with long dark hair just like those hair shampoo commercial models and she's 5' 3". Josh is tall and athletic type and most of the girls like him. Tammy is just like her mother petite and beautiful in fact you could easily mistaken mother and daughter to be sisters. 

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Tammy was quiet for a moment then she shrugs off the vision of her mom and dad making love with each other. Seeing her father's cock going in and out of her mother's cunt. Then she turned to Harry.

"What are you going to do and I want to know what's in your mind?"

"I wanted to fuck your mother too." He answered her directly with out a lie.

She was quiet again, feeling jealous. "I want to be there when you do, I mean watch you and mom."

He was a little shocked hearing her say that, but then his cock started to harden again.

"How can we manage to do that?" he asked.

"I know you could think of something, I don't know how but promise me, OK?"

Rick just smiled, "OK?" then he reached for her hand and pulled her towards him gently and kissed her on the lips and started to caress her breast.

Tammy was getting excited too just thinking her mom being fucked by Rick and she will be watching and maybe join them too she thought. Then she reached for his cock and started to jack off his shaft to life while she responds to his kiss.

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Joan was in the bathroom when their lunch was delivered in their room and Harry tipped the room service attendant more than what he usually do. They ate their lunch wearing bathrobes and they chatted while they consumed their meal.

She brought up the deal he promised her about the position for her husband and he acknowledge it and told her that she should know Monday when her husband gets home from work. Then she asked him when could she go.

Harry looked for the time and he answered, "Will it be a burden to ask if we could do it one last time before you leave?"

Joan looked at him and saw him smile at her, flirting. Then she said.

"OK, last time and I got to go." She told him and smiled back.

Harry then stood up from his chair and then unrobed himself exposing his already thick hard cock. He then walked over to Joan and holding his cock and pointed it to her face.

Joan observed his dark thick cock while he approached her. When his cock was within inches of her face she took hold of it and started to kiss its purplish head. Then tried to put it in her mouth. She got its thick head in her mouth and then started to suck it while she stroke its shaft with her right hand the best she could.

Harry don't want to waste time anymore so he stepped back a little and told her to stand up. He unrobed her before carrying her to the bed. This time he laid her in the middle of the bed. He then positioned himself on top of her, her chest between his knees. Then he started to rub his dark hard cock between her breast.

Joan felt his cock between her breast and she pressed her breast together with her hands sandwiching his cock right in the middle of her chest. She then felt his cock slid fore and aft of her breast. She licked his cock whenever it pushed close to her mouth till she felt him go a little faster.

Harry fucked her breast for a few moments and then he repositioned himself between her legs and started to kiss her thighs and then her wet cunt lips. Licking her love hole till it gets wetter, kissing her clit and sucking it till he could hear her lovely moans of pleasure.

Joan's pleasure was beginning to build up. Feeling his tongue against her wet cunt and his lips enclosed against her clit and feel him suck it. Then she felt his finger again inside her and went directly to her g-spot and shock of pleasure shot through her body and she tensed.

Harry felt her body responds to his skillful art of sucking and finger fucking. Then he knelt up holding his stiff thick cock and positioned himself between her open thighs and guided his cock to her cunt hole.

Joan felt his cock enter her wet cunt hole its head spreading her pussy lips wide till she felt its head pass her cunt lips. She then felt him move his body on top of her resting his against hers. She then felt his arms go under her armpits and wrapped upped to her shoulders.

Harry got his arms wrapped about her shoulders then he begins to kiss her cheeks, neck and ears then he kissed her fully on the lips and at the same moment he started to thrust his butt forward causing his cock to enter her cunt slowly.

Joan gasped within her mouth when she felt his cock started to enter her slowly. She could feel her cunt stretch slowly forcing and accepting his black huge cock inside her till it won't go in any further with just one slow thrust. Then she felt his cock started to pull out slow till only its head was in and then felt it to slowly go in again. She tried to let out a gasp or a moan but his kiss was preventing her to do so.

Harry was kissing her fully on the lips while he slowly thrust in and out of her slowly, making love to her. Then when he finally broke the kiss and started to kiss her neck again he finally heard her moan with pleasure and her butt started to move with his rhythm. Then after a few moments he felt her legs wrapped around his waist and her feet locked behind his lower back and she began to thrust faster than his thrust.

Joan was approaching her climax and she thrust her butt up faster than his. She wanted him to go faster but he seems to ignore her move. She just moved her butt round and round and thrusting her butt to meet his.

Harry ignored her thrust for a few more seconds fucking her slowly. Then he started to move his thrust a little faster and he heard her moan of pleasure from her lovely lips.

He stopped kissing her and just observed her lovely face. Her eyes closed and her mouth a little open letting out a moan for every thrust he made. Then he heard her soft low voice so faint he almost didn't catch what she was saying.

"Oh, faster, faster please." And breathing heavily and she moved her bottom meeting his thrust.

He then started to move his cock in circular motion while he thrust-in and he heard and saw her moan louder and her body started to twist. Then he began to fuck her faster and faster. His thighs now touching her butt and he saw her head started to move side to side slowly while she moan with pleasure. Then he felt her body tense.

Joan approached her climax and her orgasm was in the verge of blowing up. Her body tensed and then started to jerk and moaned then held her breath.

Harry was fucking her faster and faster now he felt her shot her cum against his shaft. Cum and cunt juice started to flow out between his shaft and cunt lips and some clinging on his shaft.

He didn't stop his rhythm until he reached his climax and with one full thrust he released his hot sperm deep within her cunt. He then felt her release the clamp of her feet and her leg fell on the bed and he lay limp on top of her.

After a few moments, she slid off from under him and went to the bathroom to freshen up. He just stayed in bed waiting for her. She sat on the toilet and contracted her muscle pussy to squeeze out his sperm from her cunt and she saw it oozing out of her and to the water below. Then she took a washcloth to wipe her face and body and then her swollen cunt mound.

He finally saw her came out of the bathroom with a towel wrapped around her body. She then went around the bed to collect her clothes and started to dress up. She didn't say a thing and neither does he. He just watched her getting dressed and when she was about done he told her.

"Thank you for letting go, I want to tell you before you go that you're the best and I will not forget you."

"Its better to forget, I did my part and hopefully you did yours."

"Tell me one thing. Are you satisfied?"

She was done dressing up and was on her way out of the door and before she closed it behind her she said, "Yes."

Tammy and Rick were all dressed up and they're in the elevator on their way down when it stopped at the 10th floor. When the elevator door opened Tammy saw her mother about to enter when she suddenly looked up.

"Tammy! What are you doing here?" She was surprised to see her and then she noticed Rick beside her.

"Rick!" She said loudly then look backed at her daughter wide eyed.

Joan was so furious that she grabbed her daughter's arm and pulled her away from Rick. Then the elevators closed behind her before she could step out of it with her daughter.

"What's the meaning of this Rick? Answer me damn it!" her voice full of anger.

Rick doesn't know what to say at the moment cause he wasn't prepared for this and it wasn't expecting this to happen. Then he heard Tammy.

"Mom!"

Joan looked at her, "What can you say about your self?" Then she looked back at Rick.

"Why Rick? Why? After we invited you in our home?" Joan asked with anger, then she heard her daughter again.

"MOM! Stop it!"

"You have nothing to say about this!" she told her then she heard Rick spoke.

"Don't yell at her, she got no choice." his voice calm and looking at Joan.

Before Joan could question him back the elevator door opened. They're on the lobby floor and some hotel guest where waiting for them to get out. Joan stepped out first dragging Tammy behind her and Rick followed them out to the parking lot where she was parked. Joan turned around to face him.

"What do you mean she has no choice?" Anger still marked in her voice.

"As I said, she has no choice of the matter" His voice still calm and at ease.

Joan heard Tammy started to say something but she cut her off and yelled at her to get in the car as soon as she unlocked it. As soon as her daughter got in she closed the door and proceeded to the driver side and turned to face him again.

"I don't want to see you near her or our house and I swear that you haven't heard the last of this matter yet."

Joan got in the car and before she could close her door Rick was already by her door and held it open.

"Before you say anything to anyone else, I suggest that you come over to my place with Tammy and talk things over."

"How dare you to invite me after all this?" Joan asked back.

"I'm merely suggesting it before everything goes out of proportion. I'm guaranteeing that you will know the answers to all your questions."

Then he looked over to Tammy and said.

"Tammy? This is the chance talk to her." He told Tammy and he closed the door and walked off.

Joan was still furious and she doesn't know what to tell her daughter. She started the car and drove off the parking lot and to the street on the way home. Then after a while Tammy broke the silence.

"Mom? He's right."

"About what?" She yelled back at her.

"Talk things over? I know what he's talking about and I believe that you will be convinced to what he got to offer." She told her mom.

"Tammy! You're not making any sense at all. Why can't you tell me what's going on?"

"I can't mom, its better for you to talk to him.

Joan couldn't make any sense of what her daughter was telling her and they just kept on arguing and yelling. She finally gave up and kept quiet when she heard Tammy said that it would ruin their family if she don't talk to him. Tammy also told her that Rick would be gone in a few days.

They got home after a few minutes and Josh was already home and told them that their father called and told him that he'll be home tomorrow night.

Joan just nodded to her son and went straight to her room. Josh sensed something was wrong and asked Tammy.

"What's wrong with mom? And how did you end up driving home with her?"

Tammy just shrugged her shoulder and went to her room also. Josh was so mad that no one paid attention to him.

"Yeah, just walk on like I'm not around!" He yelled up to Tammy.

Joan got in their bedroom and went straight to the bed and almost threw herself on top of the bed facing down. She thought of what's going on with Tammy and that old bastard Rick. She tried to decipher what her daughter was trying to tell her until she fell asleep. The phone ring awakened her and she automatically bolted for the phone and answered it.

"Hello?" with a sleepy voice.

"Hello, Joan?" Rick answered back.

Joan's blood rushed toward her head and she was red in anger.

"What do you want calling this late?"

"I just left a small package at your front door. You might want to see it to convince yourself on talking things over."

"Drake will be home tomorrow night." She informed him.

"The sooner we talk the better then. By the way Tammy knows." Then he hung up.

Joan looked at the clock and its almost midnight. Then she went down stairs to the front door and retrieved the package that Rick left behind. She closed the door behind her and examined it. There's a note attached on the wrapper and she opened it.

It read, "I'll be home tomorrow and the rest of the week till I leave on Thursday if you want to talk, Tammy knows how to get in or contact me, I hope to see you soon."

Nothing else is printed and then she opened the package and inside was a VHS tape. She just stared at it and began to walk back up the stairs to their bedroom. As soon as she closed the door behind her, she inserted it on the player and turned on the TV.

There on the screen she saw herself and her husband all naked in different sex positions with herself on top of her husband Drake riding his cock deep in her cunt.

Joan felt weak and couldn't think straight. Then she remembered him saying that Tammy knew. Then she shook her head in denial. She can't believe Tammy saw all this and all because of this old bastard she thought.

She started to cry and don't know what to do or think. There are a lot of things going through her mind and all this because her husband left for a business trip. She turned off the TV and cried herself to sleep.

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Joan was awakened by the noise coming from down stairs. She heard her son and daughter yelling at each other. By the time she got to where she could hear what they were arguing about. She heard Josh first.

"I told you mom's having an affair! That confirms my hunch when you told me that she was at the hotel when she caught you there!"

Joan heard enough and stepped in view of her siblings.

"What's going on here?" She startled both of them then everything's quiet.

"Tammy? I want you in my room now and Josh I'll talk to you later after I'm through with your sister."

Joan eyed them both and Tammy started to move towards the stairs and up to her mother's bedroom. Then Joan followed after standing there looking at her son. When she got to their bedroom Tammy was sitting at the bed and she closed the door behind her.

"Tammy, Rick left a video for me to see last night. Do you know what I'm talking about?"

Joan was hesitant then said, "Yes." She didn't even looked at her mother.

"Did you tell Josh what happened yesterday, about Rick?"

"Not completely, not about Rick." And she told Joan what she told Josh.

"You did this because of this video, he blackmailed you?"

Tammy didn't say a thing, she don't know what to say.

"We'll keep this between us for now and we'll talk more about this later on." She finished talking to her daughter then she went down stairs to talk to her son.

Josh was sitting by the dinning table when Joan approached him and sat at the chair directly across him.

"Do you have something to ask me Josh?"

Josh was just looking at the tabletop not saying a word.

"I heard what you said to your sister" then she continued, "What makes you think such a thing?" her voice calm.

Josh explained to her what he thought. He told her about the day he saw her almost naked. Then the time when they saw the black man, the stain on the bed sheet and pillow and the small blood and then the plastic bottle. He continued on telling her that she's not herself lately.

Joan listened intently and on what her son was telling her and she couldn't think of anything to tell him for her defense or any excuse for what he discovered. They were quiet for a while.

"I can't explain what you think was going on but one thing I want you to know that I love your father." 

"Is it true then?" He asked her.

"I'll explain it all when the right time comes"

Joan then left Josh at the kitchen table and went upstairs to their bedroom when the phone rang. She answered the phone and it was Drake.

"Hi Hon, how are things going?" he asked.

Joan just told him everything was fine and told him that she couldn't wait any longer for his return.

"Sorry, but our flight been cancelled and I won't be able to get home tonight. The airline's working on some alternate flights but at this time it seems I'll be home tomorrow night."

Joan doesn't know if she felt mad or relieved about the news.

"Just do what ever you can to get home soon OK?" she replied back.

They talked for some more but Joan didn't mentioned anything about what happened for the past week. They said their good byes and Joan went to lay down on their bed. Then she heard Josh's car leave, tires screeching. 

She closed her eyes and began to think what's going on, what she been through and now this Rick and Tammy thing. After a few minutes she decided to see Rick and she got out of bed, changed clothes and went to Tammy's bedroom.

"Tammy? It's time we face Rick. I believe you know how to get there?"

Tammy was in her room watching TV and heard her mom. She got up and looked at her mom by her bedroom door. She's wearing a long skirt and a T-shirt. Then she walked pass her mom and down the stairs leading her mom through the back door to their neighbor's back yard. They didn't notice Josh pulled in the driveway.

Josh got a glimpse of Tammy and his mom cautiously walking to their neighbor's back lawn. He got curious and waited for a few minutes then he got out of his car and followed them as soon as they are out of sight.

Tammy went straight to the backdoor and opened it and then she looked back at her mom checking if she's still following her and their eyes met and Joan just nodded to go on. Tammy proceeded and when she was at the kitchen and her mom just beside her they heard Rick's voice.

"Tammy, just bring your mom by the guest room, you know where it is and I'll be there in a few seconds!" Rick told Tammy from the second floor.

Tammy just looked at her mom and then she moved towards the stairs then up to the second floor to the large guestroom.

Joan followed her daughter up stairs and when she entered the guestroom she was surprised how big the room was. There's a couch and a king size bed, TV with complete entertainment system and a study table. She was sizing up the room when Rick startled her.

"Nice to see you here this soon?" Rick told Joan from her back.

Joan turned to face Rick, "OK, we're here now what?"

"I supposed you seen the tape?"

Joan just stood there didn't say anything.

Rick looked at Tammy and told her to sit by the couch and winked at her and grinned. Then told Joan to have a sit by the bed.

Tammy sat at the couch and she looked at her mom still standing there.

"Its better to listen to me Joan and we could soon start." Rick told Joan then pointed at the bed.

Joan wanted to say something but she doesn't know what, then she took a step backward towards the bed then sat at the edge.

Rick moved towards the TV and when he saw Joan started to move towards the bed then he took a tape on top of the TV and inserted it in the VCR and turned the TV on.




Innocence Lost Ch. 05



Joan looked over where Rick was and she saw the TV screen lighten up then she saw herself again with her husband on the screen making love and Rick just standing there watching the TV screen. Then she saw him turn around and faced her.

"I guess you know by now why Tammy and I was seeing each other. She protested at first but I guess she began to love it and she comes and goes in her own free will." He told Joan.

"Everything would have been alright till you caught us so now we got to involve you." He continued.

Joan still can't believe what's happening and she just stared at Rick. Then it sunk in. "What do you mean?"

"I was really interested at you my dear and it just happened that Tammy's in the right time and place, you could figure out what happens then." Rick said.

Joan knows where this thing is leading to and she didn't waste any time.

"So you're saying that you'll use that tape to get to me?" a little anger in her voice.

"You seem to know what's going on, you tell me?" Rick countered her.

Joan was quiet and she returned her gaze on the TV screen and then back at Rick.

"If I give you what you want, you promise that you will leave as soon as possible?"

Rick looked at Tammy and then back to Joan and said, "Yes".

"OK then, but I don't want Tammy here." Joan said.

Tammy began to protest but Rick signaled her to keep quiet.

"No, she stays and besides, she saw you and I got nothing to hide from her." He told Joan and then winked at Tammy.

Joan knew she gonna loose anyway she reason off then she looked at Tammy and then back to Rick and then nodded.

Joan didn't see him smile cause she just lowered her head and waited. Then she saw a glimpse of him approaching her.

Rick moved towards Joan and positioned himself in front of her. Then he stroked her hair and he felt her flinch. Then he started to unbuckle his belt and opened his fly then he let his pants drop down his ankles and kicked it aside.

Joan felt his hand against her hair and then saw his pants drop and kicked aside then she heard him.

''Here now, don't get shy?"

Rick was holding his semi hard cock when Joan looked forward and he was pointing it at her.

Joan hesitated for a moment then she looked at Tammy before she moved her hands and held Rick's semi hard cock on her soft delicate hands. Then she began to stroke it slowly. Velvety, cone shaped and old she thought.

Rick let go of his cock when Joan wrapped her hands around his shaft and he just stood there admiring the beauty of Joan's face. He waited what she will do next for a few seconds but all she did was stroke his cock. He then took hold of her arm holding his cock and coached her to lie down.

Joan let go of his cock and she laid her body on top of the bed her butt just at the edge of the bed and her feet on the floor. Then she closed her eyes when she saw Rick reached down by her waist. Then she felt him unbutton her skirt. She then felt her skirt sliding against her thighs until they're off. Then she felt his hand against the waistband of her panties.

Rick took her panties off, exposing her perfect pussy mound just like Tammy's he thought just a patch of black pubic hair, just above her slit. He then knelt down and began to part her legs wide apart. He then saw her pussy lips part and could see her pink inner walls.

Joan felt Rick's lips against her inner thighs kissing it and his hands caressing it at the same time. She felt his hand going up and down her thighs then she felt his finger touch her cunt lips. She bit her lower lips.

Rick moved his hand between her cunt opening and he slowly inserted his middle finger inside her, feeling her wetness then when he got it all in he moved his finger against her pussy walls making her wetter and wetter until he saw her hands grip the bed sheets. Then he took his finger out and replaced it with his tongued.

Joan gasps a little when she felt his tongue against her cunt, moving up and down against her slit. She reacted by closing her thighs but she felt his hand against her knees. She could feel his tongue lashing against her clit and in and out of her cunt. She was holding her breath fighting the pleasure that's building up inside her.

Rick continued on, licking and sucking her clit tasting her sweet cunt juices.

Tammy was lying on the couch just watching what's going on and she felt the heat against her cunt and she began to rub her breast through her shirt with one hand and rubbing her thighs through her pants with the other hand.

Joan was loosing her control and she could feel the pleasure building up inside her and she let out soft moan.

Rick heard her moan and he then slid his hand up from her thigh to her breast. Sliding it under her shirt and bra. Then he fondled her breast, squeezing it gently, caressing it.

Tammy at this time had her bra off already and her shirt raised up exposing her breast. She was squeezing her nipples between her fingertips. While her other hand is now inside her panties and open pants rubbing her clit while she watched her mother being devoured by an old man between her legs.

No one noticed Josh when he followed his sister and mother inside the house. By the time he got by the guestroom door Rick's head was already between her mom's legs and he saw Tammy at the couch fondling her breast and rubbing her cunt. He instantly had a hard-on when he saw what's going on. He made sure that he doesn't make any movement that he might get exposed. So he continued to watch especially his mom at the bed.

Rick continued to lick Joan's wet cunt and sucking her clit. He could taste her cunt juice and he eagerly swallowed what he could. Then he'll lick her clit with the tip of his tongue and once in awhile he'll let his tongue in and out of her cunt hole. Then he stood up and took her shirt and bra off and then went back down and continued to kiss, lick and suck her aching cunt while he caress, fondle, squeeze and pinch her nipples.

Joan felt his tongue go in and out of her and she slowly beginning to loose her control and she could feel her pleasure building up again but she's still fighting it.

Josh was getting really excited and he took his stiff cock out and began to slowly jack himself while he watches. Then in a few moments he saw his sister stood up from the couch and pulled her pants and panties off then sat back on the couch. Then he saw her took off her shirt and bra and positioned herself comfortably laying down the couch facing the bed and she continued to play with her nipples and cunt. He was really getting excited and unconsciously let out a moan.

Tammy was masturbating when she heard something by the door and when she looked, she saw her brother and he was looking at her too. Then she noticed what he was doing. Then she signaled for him to come over while she got her point finger against her lips telling him to be quiet.

Josh began to enter the bedroom and proceeded to where his sister was still holding his hard cock while he looked at her mom at the bed. 

Tammy took Josh's pants off when he got there and she signaled him to sit down beside her on the couch. As soon as he sat down she took his stiff cock with her right hand and gently stroke it and she looked at his face and then smiled and then she looked over to their mom and back at him.

She then moved and knelt in front of him and then she started to move his hand up and down the shaft of his cock and then she lowered her head and engulfed his cock head with her soft lips.

Josh was staring at the action on the bed with Rick between his mom's legs. Then he felt her sister's lips tighten around his cock and began to slide down and up his shaft then he felt her tongue playing around his cock head.

Rick continued to lick Joan's cunt until he felt her body responds by moving on its side and her legs began to close into his head and in a few minutes he heard her soft moan. Then he thought he heard a short sigh coming from where Tammy was and he glanced over to look at her and he saw Josh sitting on the couch and Tammy bobbing her head up and down in front of him and he just smiled at Josh. 

He then returned his attention back on Joan's now swollen cunt, this time he suck her clit and at the same time he inserted his middle finger inside her and slowly let it in and out of her cunt. He could now feel her wetness. He continued on until he felt her cunt walls tighten against his finger her moans and breathing began to go faster. Then he stood up his finger still playing in and out of her cunt.

He looked at Joan and her eyes were still closed. Then he looked back at Josh and signaled him to come over. As soon as he saw him stood up he took his finger out of her cunt and he moved to climb on top of the bed and then positioned his knees between her armpits, he's now on top of her, his cock resting between her breasts.

Josh stood up and signaled to his sister pointing to their mom and he smiled at her and winked. He then moved towards the bed his hand squeezing his cock, stroking it with Tammy's saliva still glistening against his shaft. He then positioned himself between his mom's spread legs.

Joan still eyes closed felt Rick move. Then she felt his hairy legs against the side of her chest and then his cock resting between her breasts. Then she felt him move again and this time his cock is against her lips. She then opened her mouth and started to lick his cock head.

Then suddenly she felt another presence, someone between her legs. She then opened her eyes and tried to lift her head to look behind Rick when she felt a hand spreading her legs. She thought of Tammy and looked over where the couch is and she saw Tammy totally naked and playing with her nipples and cunt. Then she felt Rick's hand push her shoulders back down against the bed.

Josh was spreading his mom's thighs with his left hand while he hold his cock with his right hand. He then lowered his body his cock pointing at the opening of her cunt.

Joan began to protest and shocked what was happening. She tried to close her legs but someone's between her legs already. Then she felt a cock head pressing against her cunt lips then she panicked and raised her head again looking for who is between her legs and trying to enter her. This time she saw him and she was in shock and can't believe her eyes.

"Joshhhh, Nooooooo." Joan yelled in protest.

Rick just held her back again against the bed pinning her down.

Joan still was protesting, "No, No, No, Josh No" she pleaded. Then she felt his cock enter her slowly and then felt it go all the way in, their pubic hairs against each other.

Josh heard his mom plea but he ignored it and he's so hot and excited that he didn't think of anything else but to get his cock inside of her. He pushed in slowly until he got it all the way in and then he slowly pulled back and in again going faster and faster each time.

Joan felt her son's cock in and out of her cunt and tears began to flow down her temples and Rick still pinning her down against the bed. Then she felt hands under her thighs and then lifted her legs up.

Josh took his mom's legs up, the back of her knees resting against his shoulders exposing her cunt more and make his cock go much deeper. He moved his cock in and out of her tight cunt, juices flowing down and glistening against his shaft.

Rick saw the tears on Joan's eyes and he wiped it off with the bed sheet. He saw she didn't resist this time but she just lay with her eyes closed. Then he looked back at Josh and saw him fucking her and could actually see Josh's cock go in and out of her. Then he looked at Joan again and then held his now hard cock and positioned its head against her lips. He put a little pressure forcing her mouth to open.

Joan felt her son's rhythm go faster and faster and Rick's cock enter her mouth. She kept on thinking why this is happening when she unconsciously opened her mouth bigger and began to suck Rick's cock. Then her pleasure began to catch up again then suddenly she felt her son fucking her hard and faster then she heard him moan and felt his hot sperm shoot inside of her.

Josh couldn't last any longer and his rhythm went wild fucking his mom. Soon as he released his load inside her, he just pumped it a few more times and he pulled out of her cunt. Then he saw his cum flow out of her cunt. He then let go of her legs and stood up and turned toward the couch and approached his sister. Then he took his cock in his right hand and pointed it to Tammy.

Tammy was so turned-on that she wrapped her lips around Josh's cock head still glistening with her mom's cunt juice and white cum. She sucked it and licked it until his cock is hard again.

Joan couldn't think anymore, her mind confused and lost. She just kept her eyes closed while she sucked Rick's cock.

Rick turned to see what Josh and Tammy was doing and he saw her slouched on the couch legs wide open and Josh between her thighs licking her cunt. He pulled her cock out of Joan's mouth and helped and coached her to slide her body towards the center of the bed.

Then he positioned himself between her legs and lifted her right leg and rested it on his left shoulder. Then he guided his cock with his right hand, pointing it at her slightly opened wet cunt. He could still see Josh's cum around her pussy. He then pushed his butt forward till his cock head parted her cunt lips and started to enter her.

Joan felt Rick's cock started to enter her and could feel her cunt lips stretching while his cock slowly slides inside her. His cone shaped cock rubbing against her inner cunt walls. She felt him filling her cunt and plugging it. Then she felt him pull out and then in again going further in each time. Then he lifted her other leg and rested it on his right shoulder and. Then she felt him go deeper stretching her cunt hole till she felt his balls against her ass.

Rick got his cock all inside her and then he began to make a circling motion with his butt forcing his cock to go in further and stir her inner cunt rubbing her cunt walls. He saw her chest rose up and then started to caress her left breast with his right hand, pinching her pointed nipples.

Joan couldn't help to sigh and let out a soft moan when she felt his cock rubbing her inner cunt walls and her nipple pinched. Then she felt him started to pull out slowly and she felt her cunt loosens up. Then suddenly felt it go in forcibly shaking her body when their pubic hairs meet. He was fucking her hard and she let out a much louder moan.

Rick released her legs and moved his hands under her armpit and up her back to her shoulder and his thighs pushing her under thighs wide open. He started to fuck her hard for a few minutes then he started to slow down and started to kiss her neck and then for the first time sucked her nipples.

He fucked her with a good rhythm while he kissed her all over gently. He looked at her face her eyes still closed but he just continued on, then he felt her hands against his arms. He rested his hairy chest on top of her and he began to make love to her. His cock sliding in and out of her and once in a while he will grind his cock around, while he kiss and lick her right neck.

Joan couldn't ignore the pleasure she felt inside her cunt and kissing attempts of Rick all over her. She could feel her orgasm building up and she let out a soft moan and twisting her body and her hands tightened about Rick's arm. Then she felt his rhythm go faster but not hard. Then she could feel her orgasm approaching.

Rick felt Joan's pussy tightened much more and he could tell that she's about to cum so he pick up his phase a little faster until he could feel his orgasm approaching. Then a few more grinding actions and he felt her body twitched and her cunt walls squeezing his shaft and a satisfying moan from her.

Joan let out a moan and she shot her cum against his shaft and her body twitched a few times. Then she felt his cock in and out of her now swollen cunt much faster and she heard him whisper that he's coming.

With his final thrust and its cock all the way to the hilt she then felt his hot sperm against her cunt walls filling her up. Then her hands dropped from his arm to the bed and breathing a little faster than normal.

Tammy licked and sucked her brother's cock clean and then she let go of his cock and lay down on the couch and spread her legs wide open exposing her pink cunt inviting Josh.

He didn't waste time and he positioned himself between her legs and guided his stiff cock on her cunt slit. Soon as he got its cock head to spread her cunt lips he thrust his butt forward and Tammy moaned when she felt his cock slid inside her in force and then Josh started to fuck her a bit faster than he use to. 

Josh fucked his sister faster and harder than he normally does. After a few seconds he slowed down and he will bury his cock all the way in and then make a circling motion with his butt grinding his cock deep inside her love hole and he saw her beautiful face moan.

Then after a few moments he embraced her and lifted her off the couch his cock still inside her and then he sat down on the couch. Now, she's on top sitting down facing him. Josh sucked her breast and Tammy started to bounce up and down riding his cock.

Rick rolled off her after a few seconds and then looked over the couch and saw Tammy bouncing up and down on top of Josh and his cock sliding in and out of her glistening with her cunt juice. Then he helped Joan to sit up facing the couch and Joan saw what Rick saw. 

Joan could not think anymore, what's going on. Then she heard Tammy moan and saw her jerked a few times and saw her go limp falling forward to Josh's chest. Then she saw him lay her back on the couch his cock still inside her and then he lifted her legs to his shoulders and began to fuck her slowly. She then saw his rhythm started to go fast until she heard his moan. Then Rick asked her with out turning.

"Did it ever occur to you that they've been doing this?"

Joan just shook her head.

"I do." Rick told her.

Joan turned her head to face him with a questioning look.

Rick got off the bed and retrieved another tape from one of the desk drawers and replaced the tape from the VCR and the TV screen showed Josh in Tammy's room fucking and then in the dinning area. Then she turned to where Tammy and Josh were and saw them sitting down beside each other watching the screen too. She observed that Tammy was just smiling but Josh got a surprised look on his face.

"What's Josh got to do with this?" she asked Rick.

"Nothing." He simply answered.

"Why is he here then?" she asked.

"I don't know, I was surprised when I saw him with Tammy."

Joan looked over at Tammy and Josh. Then Josh said.

"I saw you and Tammy sneaking through the backyard and I just followed you in. By the time I got up here you're on the bed and Tammy's here on the couch naked and all." He smiled and looked at Tammy and kissed her on the cheek and smiled.

Joan got lots off questions running through her mind, she just have to sort things out later. She thought that both her siblings are happy and didn't think of it and they didn't even show any clue that this was going on between them. She decided that she got to talk to both of them. Then she turned to Rick now sitting by the edge of the bed.

"I need to talk to my son and daughter, I hope you had what you wanted. We got to go now."

Rick looked at her and got closer to her and whispered.

"Just send them home and I want to talk to you too before you go." Then he moved straight back again. Then nodded to her.

Joan turned to Tammy and Josh, "Go home now and I'll be over soon and we'll talk." Joan saw Tammy about to protest and she told her to "Go".

Tammy and Josh stood up and collected their clothes and started to dress up. Then they where walking out the door and Tammy looked at Rick and he just winked at her and nodded back at her. Then they're out of the bedroom and down the stairs.




Innocence Lost Ch. 05



Rick waited for a few seconds before he spoke. He then told her that he want to have her again before she leave and he told her that he'll leave tomorrow night.

Joan noticed his cock starting to get hard again and for the first time she just noticed its odd shape. He looked at Rick's old frame but yet strong and fit compared to others at his age. Then she saw him lie down on the bed close to her and then felt his hand on her right hand.

Rick lay down on the bed and took her hand and guided it on to his semi hard cock. Then he felt her soft hands closed around his shaft and started to slowly jack him off. He then looked at her lovely face admiring it. She wasn't looking at him. She was looking at his cock while she run her hand up and down his semi hard cock.

Joan was observing his cock. Felt velvety and its head was smaller than its shaft by the hilt. She thought that its coned shaped and it confirmed her thought when it started to get harder and harder.

Then she felt his hands again by her arm coaching her to move closer and she did. She then felt his hand move up and down her arm caressing it and she looked at him and he smiled and nodded back at her.

Joan knew what to do, although she's still hesitant she lowered her head to his cock and engulfed his cock head with her lips. She then lashed her tongue on its head inside her mouth and then sucking it.

Then she lowered some more then up his shaft sliding between her lips while her right hand still holding the thicker part of its shaft even she couldn't get her finger to close together. Then she felt his hand caressing and squeezing her right breast.

Rick reached over and fondled her right breast. Squeezing it gently, caressing it then after a while he will pinch her nipples. He felt her tongue lashing on his cock head and sucking it. He could feel his cock getting harder and harder.

Then he took her from the tummy and coached her and guided her lower body on top of him. She moved and lifted her right leg over him, his head now between her knees. He could see her cunt slightly open and could see her inner pink cunt walls. He still noticed some cum around her pussy so he grabbed hold part of the bed sheet and wiped her mound dry.

Joan continued to suck and lick his cock even when she felt him drying her mound with the sheets. Then she felt his finger spreading her cunt lips and then she felt a finger enter and started to probe her inside cunt walls. She then felt it to go in and out of her cunt and sometimes will stop to rub her clit gently. She felt her pleasure building up inside her.

Rick probed and rubbed her cunt and clit with his right fingers till he felt her wetness again. His finger covered with her cunt juices. He then took hold of her waist and ass cheeks urging her to lower her butt down and he moved his head up towards her cunt. Then he licked her slit and cunt juices glisten in his tongue. Then he licked her clit with the tip of his tongue and then sucked it unexpectedly.

Joan released his cock from her mouth and moaned in pleasure when he suddenly sucked her clit. Then she lowered her head again and sucked his cock again, licking his shaft. Then she felt his finger enter her cunt again while he suck and lick her clit and the other hand caressing her body, exploring tracing the contour of her body, fondling her breast. She could feel her pleasure reaching its peak and her body automatically reacted by lowering her mound closer to his mouth.

Rick felt her cunt walls contracting against his finger and then she lowered her cunt closer and closer then he felt her hand and mouth let go of his cock and she began to ride his mouth. Then a few seconds later he felt her body jerked and then heard her moan then she went weak and her body dropped on her side catching her breath.

He then moved to face her and started to suck and lick her left nipple while he gently squeeze and caress her right breast. He then traced his finger down her stomach to her mound and started to rub her clit.

Joan was still recovering from her orgasm when she felt his tongue on her breast and his finger on her clit. Her body responded arching her back causing her chest to rise and her head moved to the other side and her legs closed in on his hand. Then she released a sigh of pleasure. Then in a few seconds she felt him move then she felt him raise her right leg and positioned it on his shoulder.

Then she felt his cock head against her slit slowly parting it while it enters her. She could feel her cunt expanding while his cock slides inside her cunt. Then in one last push he got his cone shaped cock all the way in to the hilt.

Rick heard her soft moan when he shoved his cock all the way. Then he started to pull out and halfway out he'll slide it back in slowly. He did this for a few seconds and he pulled it out completely and coached her to position her self on her knees on all fours.

When she did, he positioned him self behind her and guided his old hard cock between her cunt lips and then pushed in to enter her again. When he got his cock half way through he held her waist with his hands and then continued on and then out again. He started to fuck her slowly doggy style and he could hear her soft moans with his in stroke.

Joan felt his orgasm building up again and she couldn't help but moan and then she started to move with his rhythm meeting his thrust. After a few seconds she felt his rhythm going faster and her pleasure is almost there and she started get weak.

A few more strokes and she released her orgasm shooting her cum for the second time she almost fell to her side but he held her on the waist and his rhythm went much faster now and she knew he's about to shoot his load of cum.

Then she heard him moan with his last stroke shoving his cock all the way in and then felt his hot load of cum shoot deep inside her cunt. She felt his hands let go of her waist and her body went down on top of the bed and felt him lay down beside her.

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Josh and Tammy went back to their house and went to the family room, Josh leading and then he sat at the sofa then Tammy went to sit on the chair. Josh looked at her and then waved her to sit beside him. Tammy hesitated for a moment and then rose up and went over to him and sat beside him. Then Josh asked Tammy.

"What went on over there, Tammy?"

"It's a long story Josh." She's staring at the carpet floor.

"Well, I believe we got all the time while we wait for mom. So what's up?"

Tammy confessed to his brother about Rick. How it started about the tape of him and her to the secret encounters then how they were caught by Joan at the hotel then the tape of their mom and dad and so on.

All Josh could say was "Wow!"

"How did you feel watching me screw mom back there?" Josh continued.

"Josh! Stop talking like that."

"What? It sure turned me on and I love mom just as I love you sis."

"Well, don't let it get into your head. You can't just go to us and say lets fuck!"

Josh just laughed and playfully nudged her on her shoulder with his. Then his cock started to harden again then heard her sister asked.

"Where is she, I thought she'd be following us."

"I bet you that old fart's having another piece of mom's." Josh answered back.

Joan smacked him on the back of his head and said, "Don't you talk about mom like that OK?"

"OK, OK geeez." while he rub the back of his head and then smiled at her then he saw her smile too.

Then Joan continued, "and you better take a cold shower cause you're not getting another piece of me today" then she pointed at the bulge in front of his pants.

She then stood up and tapped his cheeks with her right palm then proceeded to the kitchen. Josh relaxed on the couch and took the remote control from the coffee table and turned on the TV. Then the phone rang and Tammy answered the phone.

"Hello?"

"Hello, Tammy? Hi, honey it's your father" Drake on the other line.

"Hi Dad! How's everything going? When are you coming home?" Tammy asked.

"I'll be home tomorrow. Where's your mom?"

"Uh, she went to the store and will be back soon" she lied.

Drake continued to talk to Tammy for a few more minutes. Giving her the scoop on what's going on then he told her to tell their mom that he'll be home tomorrow night. Soon as she hangs the phone down she yelled over to her brother.

"Josh! Dad said Hi and he'll be home tomorrow."

Josh heard her but he didn't reply he just continued to channel surf for something interesting to watch.

Few minutes later Joan walked in the house through the kitchen door and she saw Tammy at the dinning table eating a sandwich and Josh watching TV in the family room. Tammy saw her walk in and she put down her sandwich and just looked at her mom with a questioning look "what now?"

Joan didn't know what to say but she knew they have to talk and that includes Josh. She decided to talk to them together now then she'll talk to them both later. She called for Josh to come over and she sat across Tammy. Then josh came and sat between them. No one talked for a few minutes and Joan started.

"I don't know what to say or what to think of what happened. Do you have any clue what are the circumstances if this ever goes beyond us?"

Tammy looked at her brother then faced Joan, "That's why I gave in when he basically bargained for the tapes."

"Do you have to offer that many days?" Joan countered.

"I didn't, he did. Sorry mom but I sort off get used to him and I like him and...."

Josh cut her off with "and she want to get fucked." then as quick as he said it he got kicked on the shins of his left leg, "Ahh, geez Tam." And he reached down to rub it with his hand.

Joan almost smiled or laughed but she tried to get serious with her two siblings. Then she continued, "What about you two, and you know what I'm talking about. How can you do it?"

Josh answered first, "Sorry mom, I started it all. I just got so turned on seeing her, well, that I didn't think of it. We kept it secret and we don't do it every time or any time?"

Tammy followed suit, "Yeah, I trusted Josh and I didn't regret to loose my cherry to him. He changed my life around and we didn't hurt anyone. You wouldn't know if it's not for the tape would you?"

"Any man will go crazy for her in fact I knew some of em, look at her she's beautiful, sexy and hot just like you, mom." Josh continued.

Joan almost smiled with Josh's comment, "What do you mean?"

"Mom! You're young, sexy, beautiful and if you and Tammy are together you could have been mistaken as sisters." Josh brag on.

"My! Thank you Josh but that's too much." Joan beginning to loosen up, feeling at ease.

"No! I'm not kidding mom. In fact I knew some guys who made comments about wanting to get you in the sack and in your pants."

Joan blushed on the comment, "Is that how you feel about me too?" she asked.

"No, I didn't till I saw you in the guestroom almost naked especially when I saw your, your, your....." Josh tried to finish.

"Are you both going to stop doing this?" Joan asked, she knew what his son is trying to finish.

Tammy and Josh looked at each other, questioning each other with their eyes.

Josh turned to his mom, "I can't say mom. I can't promise either but its up to her really. Sometimes she says NO and I respect that."

"Tammy?" Joan asked.

"Same here mom. I can't promise anything and then break it, I just don't know." Tammy replied.

"Do you want us to stop?" Josh asked.

Joan was surprised with the question because she don't know either, but she knew its wrong, "I'll leave it you guys as long as you know that this is wrong and no one will know. I'm just afraid that your father will find out."

"No he won't!" Tammy and Josh answered at the same time. They looked at each other and they laughed.

Joan just looked at her siblings laughing and having fun. "OK, listen up." She waited till both of them calmed down.

"Same thing with what happened next door, we all agree?" Joan finished.

"Of course mom, come on you didn't have to ask us that?" Josh answered with cheer in his voice trying to loosen her mom up.

"OK then. Go freshen up and we'll go out for lunch." Joan told them.

Josh and Tammy stood up and started towards the stairs pushing and shoving each other playfully like little children again. Then Joan said.

"Oh Josh, we still have to talk. We'll finish this later on."

"Ok mom!" Josh answered back.

"Oh mom, Dad called and said he'll be home tomorrow night." Tammy told her.

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Joan, Josh and Tammy finished dressing up and they went out for lunch, they all decided for Chinese. They used Josh's car and Joan let her sister ride the passenger side and she sat at the back seat. She observed both her siblings from the back how they interact with each other, teasing and laughing together just like a brother and sister should be.

Maybe the secret they were keeping made them close to each other she thought. Then she started thinking what went on this morning at Rick's place. Her son Josh fucking her and then saw him fuck her sister too.

She didn't know how she felt about it but somehow the thoughts of it made her cunt wet. Then she saw Josh pulled into the lot of the Chinese Restaurant and parked. They all went in and had their lunch like nothing's wrong going on in their lives.

They ate lunch while they talk reminiscing the fun days they had as a family, laughing and teasing but no one mentioned anything about the taboo that went on this morning. Then they wish their father were there too. They finished up and took the left over to go. They went for ice cream and some grocery shopping before they head home. It's almost past 5:00 in the afternoon when they got home.

Joan told her children that they'll just have to have the left over from lunch for dinner and it will be in the fridge, they can help themselves. Then told them to get ready for school tomorrow, do their assignments if they had one and get to bed early.

Then the two started to run racing up the stairs and Joan yelled at them to be careful and she just shook her head smiling. She felt closer to her kids now than before. Is it because of the secret they all hold together? She thought. She went to the kitchen and put the food inside the fridge and started to clean up the kitchen like she always does.

Joan was at the kitchen sink washing some dishes when she looked through the window and saw Rick loading some luggage into his car and then saw him went back in the house. Then the tapes and the agreement they made rushed through her mind.

She took the wash gloves and went out the kitchen door and to where his Jaguar was parked and waited for him. A few minutes later she saw him and she knew he saw her too cause he paused then continued to walk on with a few small boxes in his arms.

"Do you mind?" Rick asked her when he got next to the car.

"Pardon me?" she asked back.

"Could you open the door please?"

"Oh! sorry, here." She opened the door back passenger side door.

Rick tossed the boxes inside and then straightened up to face her.

"I was going to see you before I go." 

"You're leaving now?"

"Yup, its much better I suppose before your husband gets back. It will be easier for you and the kids."

Joan just looked at him questioningly and said, "Rick, about this morning..."

Rick cut her off, "It's one of those things that I will always treasure. I want you and Tammy too of course but I promised that I'll be gone."

"How about the tapes?" she asked.

"All gone, destroyed except for these" he turned and reached inside the car and retrieved a box, "maybe you want to have them, its up to you what you want to do with it and trust my word about keeping all these between us."

Joan was still quiet, listening.

"One more thing" he took a key from his pocket and gave it to her, "there are boxes in the office room, they're all marked. I can't bring all those things back with me so I'll give it to Josh. There's something there for you and Tammy too. Just leave the key by the table when you got all the stuff and lock it up."

"You really don't have to do this?" Joan said.

"I know, it's just a token for the trouble I caused you. If it means something I 'm sorry." Rick took his wallet out and took a calling card and gave it to her.

"Call me if you need anything, and I mean anything. OK?" he extended his hand for a shake.

Joan shook hands with Rick, "Thank you, I will trust your words and I wish you a safe trip."

Rick smiled back and closed the car door and went to the driver side. He drove off the driveway and waved at her before he turned and off he goes.

Joan stood there for a moment and then looked at the house key and the calling card that he gave her. She admired the fancy card and looked at the title under his name and said president/chairman/owner and the company was a financial company. She went back in their house and called for Josh and Tammy.

Few moments later Tammy showed up first then Josh and told them to come with her. She told them that Rick already left and he got some things in the house for them. Josh was excited and Tammy was just quiet.

They all went to the other house and up the second floor and found the room that has all the boxes. Josh started going through the boxes and found expensive electronic stuff and telescope and more. Then there are two small boxes on top of the study table marked with Tammy and Joan each.

Tammy took the box with her mother's name and handed it to Joan and then she took hers and started to open it. Joan just stood there with the box in her hand looking at her siblings going through the boxes. Then she saw Tammy took out another small box and when she opened it there's a key inside and a small note.

"My dear Tammy, I will surely miss you. Thank you for a wonderful time. Key is for the car in the garage. It's for you, drive safely."

Joan approached Tammy and took the note from her and read it. Then she handed it back to her and she set the box she was carrying on the desk and opened it. There's another flat wide box, she took it out and then opened it. Inside was a full matching set of diamond jewelry, necklace, bracelet, earrings and ring. Joan gasps from the glitter and the beauty of the set. Then there's a note too.

"Joan, Thanks for the opportunity to have you, sorry for the displeasure that I might have caused you. These will always suit your beautiful and lovely face."

Joan closed the box and told her siblings to get their stuff and it's getting late. Tammy ran down the stairs and went straight to the garage and saw her car a Toyota top of the line Tarcel hatchback. She then got in the driver seat and admiring the interior. Then Joan showed up with Josh carrying a box.

"Damn Tam, nice car. How about opening the back and help me load the boxes in so we could drive it off." Josh commented.

Tammy opened the back and they started loading the boxes and when they all got the stuff, Joan locked up and Josh drove the car to their driveway since Tammy still has a learner's permit. When they all got the car unloaded to their house and up to Josh's room it's almost 8:00 pm already. Josh was so excited that he started taking all the stuff out of the box and all over his bedroom.

Tammy still outside marveling her car, her very own car she thought. Then Joan took the tapes from the dinning table and went in their bedroom and sat on their bed. Laid down the tapes beside her and she opened the jewelry box again admiring it.

She then put the jewelry away in a safe place and she took the tapes and noticed that there's no title on them, she can't really know what's in it but she thinks she knew what it is. She inserted one of the tapes and saw herself and Drake. She already has the tape and went to get the other copy and set it aside.




Innocence Lost Ch. 05



It was not a total surprise when Chastity and Innocence announced that they would be moving on. Chastity would look for her black lover and she hoped that the two of them would be reconciled. Innocence however had decided to work for Christ and was going to live in a Convent. She was assured that as she had no vagina and had therefore never been penetrated there, she was technically a virgin and could take such orders without any hypocrisy or deceit. 

Chastity didn't seem too pleased by her sister's decision and had even tried to persuade Une to intercede. "I can't bear the thought of having a nun for a sister," she complained. Une, however, had a longer view on this. The point is to keep looking. Not to find. To join a holy order is not the last step of a journey of discovery, but possibly just the first step of a new journey within a particular frame.

"Fuck that!" Chastity snorted uncharitably. "The sooner my sister returns to her senses the better!"

To Be Continued...



Innocence Lost Ch. 06



In Which Innocence is embraced by Religious Faith and found in a Convent; the virtues of Faith, Hope and Charity are also revealed and Charity finds her natural place; Purity is found in the spiritual home of Faith but lives outside its confines. 

The Convent of St Mary Magdalene the Prostitute was situated a long way from any town or city and surrounded by fields and woods. An ideal place Innocence believed for peaceful meditation and religious contemplation. The order of Magdalenites was fairly ascetic which suited her present mood. She gladly had her hair shaved off although she felt a pang of prideful regret as she viewed her long tresses lying discarded on the floor of the Convent's Induction room. 

She gladly accepted the rule that all nuns of the order would have no possessions and were allowed the use of only one item of clothing which was the long black cotton dress and wymple that all nuns were obliged to wear. Innocence entered into the spirit of worshipping the Lord Jesus Christ with all her heart - gladly viewing her as one of His harem.

The order took the prostitutes whom Christ favoured as an example of how a woman should worship Him. They were to be His holy concubines, His mistresses, who would dedicate themselves to Him and to no other. But in addition they were to set a good example to others and to work in the community where they gave succour to the poor, the lame, the halt and anyone else who felt the need of their comfort.

This was not, of course, necessarily succour of a sexual kind. Although the order used many images of physical love, these were meant only figuratively. It had been stressed that the order did not practise the code of conduct of the Blessed Whores who believed that one should fuck for Christ. That order had the belief that the best way in which to express the love embodied by Christ's preachings was by physical passion in which one surrendered oneself to all the demands made by supplicants. Innocence's Mother Superior didn't completely condemn these nuns: she merely contended that it was a style of worship was not practised by the Order of Magdelenites. Indeed she stressed that the virginity the order held in such veneration demonstrated a fundamental difference. It showed that they were saving themselves only for the love of Christ which would come to them when they met Him in the Hereafter.

Innocence shared her Convent dormitory with three other girls with whom she also prayed and ate meals. Two of the girls, Sisters Hope and Faith, always shared the same bed and frequently made love with each other. After prayers, they would enter the dormitory, take off their robes and then retreat to bed. Innocence however was pleased that their passion seemed curiously innocent and restrained in comparison with that with the women she'd made love with. The two girls clearly loved each other and found no contradiction between saving themselves for Christ - who they claimed to love above all else - and making love to each other. They were, after all, still virgins.

The other girl in the dormitory, Sister Charity, wore her robe as little as possible. She took great pleasure in carrying out most of her tasks without clothes on. This did not, of course, extend to those activities which would be visible to the public, but to those such as prayer, reading, gardening or eating which were spent only with other nuns. She wasn't the only nun in the Convent who believed that asceticism should spread to an abandonment of clothes and who took pride in displaying the sacrifice of her hair to Christ. Such nuns were however in the minority, and were still very strict about adorning robes and covering their heads when entering a Church. The Church, it was felt, is a place divorced of flesh or temptation, although, as the Mother Superior mentioned, this was not the attitude of the Blessed Whores. Their congregations were always held in the nude and masturbation was an integral part of the service.

Innocence wondered if perhaps Sister Charity would not have been better suited to this more promiscuous order as she was always masturbating. She made love to herself rather more frequently than Sisters Hope and Faith did with each other and, it seemed to Innocence, made rather more noise in doing so. She had no embarrassment about discussing this though. "I make love to Jesus in my mind," she claimed. "It is He who I imagine I'm making love with. I'm preparing myself for the Rapture when He will enter me and fill me with His Semen." She also claimed that she had no interest in making love with anyone else but Christ. "I am faithful to Him," she said openly stroking her clitoris with her finger while licking off some of the fluid with which she'd coated her other finger from her bout of frantic masturbation.

Sister Charity masturbated in front of Innocence and the other two nuns with a promiscuity that seemed bizarre to Innocence, but seemingly didn't bother Sisters Hope and Faith. "It's just her Passion for Christ," explained Sister Faith with a beatific smile from underneath the sheets. She also tried to encourage the others to join her, but this didn't appeal to the other nuns so much. "We have our own way of showing our Love," explained Sister Hope, squeezing Sister Faith's hand. Innocence for quite different reasons didn't want to either, but this was more difficult to explain to Sister Charity.

In fact, Innocence felt she was still living a bit of a lie. On the advice of the Mother Superior, who'd examined her penis with the clinical eye of one who had earlier worked as a masturbator for married couples with potency problems, Sister Innocence had decided to keep her peculiar endowment secret from the other nuns. This sometimes caused Innocence great embarrassment, as she washed apart from the others and took her clothes off so coyly. The other nuns, however, made no comment and probably had no suspicion. After all many nuns had peculiar habits and a strange fastidiousness. This presumably was not unconnected for many of them with their decision to join an order that renounced pride in the flesh. This did mean, however, that when Innocence was aroused by the masturbatory groans of Sister Charity or the lovemaking of the other two, she had to face down on her bed to hide her rather prominent erection.

The good works that the nuns did usually was of the nature of giving food and clothes to the poor, giving advice and comfort to those who needed it and making honey, wine and pretty mugs at attractive prices which could be sold at the Convent's shop for a reasonable profit. However, the order also practised marriage counselling for which they were famous. Very few nuns actually took on that role and it was one that only more senior nuns practised. This role was basically to masturbate the men and women in their lovemaking so that they would be able to consummate their love - a task requiring great patience, a deep throat and a flexible tongue. This rôle continued beyond conception to helping the couple make love during pregnancy and both pre- and post-natal counselling. As the Mother Superior said, it was a unique rôle of the order to be able to provide this kind of assistance in bringing comfort coupled with the strictness with which the nuns would abstain from further interference. A rôle not open to the Blessed Whores who would probably cause resentment in those with sexual inhibitions.

The order had several convents spread about the country and the world. As a policy, it did its best to adapt to the environment in which it was based. In the Arctic Convent, this meant that the nuns had to wear rather thicker, fur-lined robes, and gardening duties had to be replaced with work in the fisheries. In the city, the nuns were forbidden to leave the Convent singly because some people, mistaking the nuns for Blessed Whores or even Sodomites for Christ, would approach them in a way that might be appropriate for these other orders but could severely compromise their position within the precepts of the order. Innocence was pleased, however, that her Convent was based in the idyllic country-side where none of these restrictions applied.

She would often go for walks in the woods with an unusually clothed Sister Charity or with other nuns whom she would meet at prayer. She liked to go to the hostels where poor people stayed in tiny rooms with barely a rag between them and dole out the clothes that the nuns made with such love and dedication (knowing full well that many of these clothes were then sold on for a profit for food and these same wretches would be naked again). To a certain extent, she felt quite satisfied with her lot, although she still felt very much an outsider. Just denying her sexuality and her physical attributes did not resolve them.

One of the more prominent Convents of the Order of St Mary Magdalene the Prostitute was based in the district of Brook, famous for its very relaxed attitude towards nudity. In keeping with the order's general policy of integrating with the community, the nuns in the Convent would themselves be naked if it so suited their disposition - an attitude not at all at odds with the abandonment of worldly goods. It was not at all surprising to Innocence to discover that Sister Charity had applied to transfer to this Convent, and she was delighted for her when her transfer had been accepted. On the evening of the day that the Mother Superior had given her the written confirmation of the transfer and the date on which her appointment would commence, she indulged in a marathon masturbation session which frightened even Innocence. 

She flung herself bodily against the wall, thrusting her fingers deep inside her anus and vagina while massaging her breasts and nipples with her other hand and sinuously pushing herself up and down. The noise of her passion made meditation impossible for Innocence, but she didn't wish to show her gladness for Sister Charity's happiness in a more demonstrative way. 

The following day, the Mother Superior called Innocence to her study and surrounded by her books and the enticing image of the saintly St Mary Magdalene, she explained to Innocence that Sister Charity was to be escorted to the new Convent as it was the policy of the Order that none of the nuns should travel singly. And as Sister Innocence was Sister Charity's closest friend and companion at the Convent it was only meet and proper that she would be the one who would do so. While at the Convent at Brook, Sister Innocence would of course be expected to continue with her duties of prayer and service to the community although her stay would be necessarily brief. Innocence expressed gratitude that she was honoured with the trust given her, and went away looking forward to her travel afield. 

The two nuns travelled to Brook by coach on a journey that took them over hills, through woods and along roads lined by fields of fruit and vegetables where farmworkers tended their crops. There was no border post marking the coach's entry into the district - or none that Innocence could see - but Sister Charity immediately brought it to her attention that they'd entered. "Look!" she said, excitedly pointing at a group of people standing idly by the road, one of them with a small motor scooter and the others apparently admiring it. There was nothing peculiar about the scene at all, Innocence thought at first, until she noticed that none of these characters were wearing any clothes. In fact when she'd noticed that, she soon became aware that more than half the people the coach passed by - even the ones driving cars or bicycles - were totally naked. "We must be in Brook!" Innocence exclaimed.

The two nuns were not the only ones on the coach to realise this, as they noticed many of them had divested themselves of their clothes. Perfectly ordinary people who really did not warrant a second glance when they boarded the coach were now sitting absolutely naked and chatting animatedly amongst themselves. Sister Charity herself was dying to unclothe herself but she decided that it was probably best to have disembarked at the Convent before integrating herself more fully into her new community. 

The coach eventually drew into a bus station in the middle of the small town of Divin, and the two nuns disembarked into a seething mass of naked bodies. Even Innocence felt very much overdressed in her robes and wymple in this environment, but she was determined to retain her secret for as long as she could. The two nuns asked for directions to the Convent and soon set off by foot along the winding road which led eventually to the imposing but nonetheless welcoming majesty of the Convent which was in what had once been a dilapidated castle. They were soon through the door of the building and taken to Sister Charity's room which she shared with three other nuns. Sister Innocence was to stay in the same room for the duration of her stay, and a bed was brought in for her benefit. 

Innocence soon found that the policy of casual nudity was followed within the walls of the Convent as much as it was outside. Indeed the only way in which the nuns could be recognised as such was by their shaved heads and the wooden crosses that dangled on their chests. Even the Mother Superior, a woman nearly seventy years old, was totally unclothed but nevertheless wore as much dignity as Sister Innocence's own Mother Superior. Sister Charity was soon as naked as most of the rest of new convent and looked as naturally suited to her new conditions as any of the others. Innocence, however, despite Sister Charity's entreaties and the Mother Superior's example didn't adopt the custom of the other nuns. 

This made her feel rather more of an outsider than she felt before. She was trapped between appearing eccentric by her insistence on remaining clothed, even at such times where even the most modest of nuns were nude such as meal times or prayer, and her reluctance to parade her unusual attributes. She sought refuge from her confusion by going to the Chapel and sitting on the pews to pray for guidance from the Lord. However even here, where in her normal convent even those such as Sister Charity were strict in their observance of decorum, there was no escape from an environment of relaxed or absent dress code. As she sat with her hands in front of her face she could watch other nuns nakedly performing their duties. 

She then heard a choir rehearse a performance of a choral tune and saw that they too were all naked, including some very young girls who could not be old enough even to be novices. Presumably they were children from the community - perhaps those taught at the Convent school. The surroundings of such nudity in what were still to her incongruous settings inevitably caused Innocence's penis to stir and push uncomfortably against her robe. Innocence was unable to stand while her secret assets stood out so prominently and she felt restrained by her faith from relieving her embarrassment by masturbating in the pews. So she had to wait nearly half an hour until the swelling subsided and she was able to stand up. 

She and Sister Charity were still able to go for walks together where they studiously avoided discussion on the very visible aspects of the community as they passed naked couples, other naked nuns and others in the streets of Divin and along the country lanes around the Convent. It was while walking together that Innocence for the first time saw two members of the Order of the Blessed Whores indulging in their peculiar form of worship. The two women were clearly nuns, and were in fact less naked than Sister Charity. They had shaved heads and a cross over their chest just like Sister Charity, but in addition they wore black stockings with suspenders and very high stiletto heels. This didn't appear very appropriate to Innocence. In addition, they were being fucked quite openly by a group of four men and begging for more to join in. "Fuck for Christ!" they pleaded, smiling and laughing. "Show your love for Him by showing your love to us!" 

"Disgusting!" snorted Sister Charity, visibly offended at the sight of naked buttocks thrusting in and out of the nuns' anuses. "How can they consider themselves virtuous if they don't save their virtue for Christ!"

Innocence became used to the stares that followed her as she walked around the streets of Divin. Although there were many nuns who visited the town, most did not dress as she did. Sister Charity often accompanied her and attracted rather less attention than her. However, Sister Charity soon found other companions and Innocence began to take more pleasure in walking by herself. She was struggling with her own thoughts. Wasn't there something a little hypocritical, she asked herself, in joining a Holy Order to find herself if she had to pretend to be different to what she was to remain in the order?

She wandered into a church in the town centre that always gave her a reassuring sense of peace. She pushed open the heavy door designed to keep out small birds and strolled around the perimeter of the church looking at the stained windows and mediaeval statuary which clashed curiously with more modern features such as the wooden notice boards advertising missions in foreign lands and the requests for donations to the upkeep of the Church. She wasn't quite the only person in the church, as there was a naked middle-aged couple also wandering about and commenting to each other about the antiquity of the church. 

She was drawn as always towards the candles lit for individual prayers and wishes. As she always did when she was in a church she selected a new candle, made a brief prayer to herself for peace in the world (which nonetheless felt inadequate for the inarticulate longings she actually did feel) and then lit it with the flame of another candle before placing it in an empty candle-holder. She closed her eyes in passive contemplation after she'd reassured herself that the candle would continue to burn.

"A penny for your thoughts, sister," commented a voice beside her. Innocence opened her eyes and looked at who it was who was speaking. It was a black girl with hair grown wild like a bush, no clothes at all and the shadow of unshaven hair on her arms and legs. Innocence recognised her, but not instantly. It was the eyes and broad smile partly obscured by the bush of hair that triggered her memory.

"Purity!" Innocence gasped. "You live in Divin!"

Purity frowned. "Well not quite. Brook maybe. But how do you know me, sister?"

"It's me! Innocence!" The nun declared to her former lover. She pulled off her wymple to show her shaved head but more importantly her otherwise obscured face.

"Innocence! A nun!" Gasped Purity. She stepped back and bumped her bottom against a pew. "Ouch!" She rubbed her arse with her hand. "I would never have believed that you ..."

The two old friends left the church and wandered to a nearby tea shop to continue their reunion. Purity still found it odd that Innocence should have made such a radical step as to join a Convent after leaving home with her sister, but as she explained she too had changed since the two girls were at school together. She was now living in a commune of vegans in Sauterelle, a country district of Brook far away from it all. "We don't believe in unnatural things at all. We eschew exploitation of all animals, including wearing leather and eating animal products. We don't wear any makeup or cut our hair at all. I don't shave my legs any more."

The more Innocence heard about Purity's commune the more it sounded rather like the Convent that she served at except that there was no apparent belief in God and the rules of behaviour derived their legitimacy from mutual consent and discussion rather than from a belief that they were derived from the commands of the Lord. There was also the very real distinction that in the Convent, Innocence was meant to avoid carnal knowledge and maintain her virginity, whereas there was no such belief in Purity's commune. In fact Purity rather boasted about her sex life which involved activity with men and women on a casual understanding that evoked for Innocence the life she'd left with Une and Chastity. Indeed, she could now see that she was actually actively missing it.




Innocence Lost Ch. 06



Innocence Lost: Chapter 6

Drake at 40 years old and Joan at 38 years old were happily married with their son Josh who is 19 and their daughter Tammy who just turned 18. Drake is a tall handsome guy with beard and although his age was showing his built is still considered good with a height of 5' 9".

His wife Joan in the other hand was beautiful and petite with long dark hair just like those hair shampoo commercial models and she's 5' 3". Josh is tall and athletic type and most of the girls like him. Tammy is just like her mother petite and beautiful in fact you could easily mistaken mother and daughter to be sisters.

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Drake got to the office the next day, a little late than his usual time and went straight to Harry's office. When he walked in, Harry's on the phone and he sat down on one of the chairs waiting for Harry to hang up.

"Drake you looked worn out buddy?" Harry asked as he placed the phone down.

Drake gave him a nod, "Still got jet lag, I'll be fine."

Harry smiled at him, a smile that Drake didn't recognize before, "You did great in negotiating that account and I put out some good word for you." Harry lied as he lay back on his chair still smiling.

Drake liked the words coming from his boss, he leaned over the desk, "And?"

Harry gave him the good news, "Drake, I'm being promoted and will be transferred as Regional Vice-president over the west coast."

Drake was quiet for a moment, "Oh, congratulations, I sure hate to see you go."

Harry smiled again, "I believe you'll love to see me go."

"What are you talking about? You're a great boss and a good friend," Drake said.

"Glad to hear that from you Drake, but you can't fill this position if I'm still around."

Drake almost jumped as he stood up,  "You mean?"

"You got it Drake, you got promoted too."

"Thanks Harry, this is great news."

"I wish I could have put some good word with some of the guys too. I'm afraid a few personnel will be laid off" Harry said acting sorry.

Drake sat back on his chair and was quiet till he heard Harry that they need to do a turnover, he got two to three weeks to train him. He nod in response and then said, "I really appreciate for watching over me, thanks again. Joan would really be happy with this news."

"Why don't you call her and then we'll start to go over some papers and show you the ropes to run this place" Harry told Drake.

Harry and Drake looked over some reports and administrative stuff after he called Joan. 
Joan was so relieved of the news her husband just told her, "He did what he said he would do" she thought.

By noon Harry and Drake went out for lunch. Harry drove and went to a fast food joint drive-thru and ordered some meals for both of them and drove to a nearby park. Harry picked a picnic table away from the few people that's hanging around the park. Then they started to eat.

"So, did you have a wonderful night with Joan when you get home?" Harry asked.

Drake almost didn't get what Harry was asking, "Why you asked?"

"If I'm away that long I would surely miss fucking my wife especially someone like yours" Harry said teasing Drake.

Drake almost lost his temper hearing Harry talk about his wife like that, but he knew he's just joking around.

Harry saw his reaction but just smiled and tried to change the topic. "Come on sport just kidding. Or you had a piece your self when you're away?" Harry again jokingly said. "I know you guys had something going on at the convention to blow off steam?"

Drake just looked at Harry then managed to give up a smile, "Nah, no one got a piece, well, I didn't anyway."

"You guys didn't do a damn thing? Come on!"

"Some of the guys hang out and had some drink and watched some movies," Drake said.

The conversation went on ending up with Drake telling about the porno movie they watched, they even planned to go to a strip bar but he declined but the rest of the guys went, he thought.

Harry managed to get Drake to talk about the porno movie and gave him the details even how Drake was turned on watching a black man fucking a white chick. Drake didn't even notice that he was talking about fantasizing his wife being fucked by a black cock.

Harry just listened intently, not to disturb Drake's confession of his fantasies. His plans are coming into picture again as planned.

"I got to admit Drake that Joan's a fine woman and I'll confess that I had fantasies with you're wife too." He paused to see any reaction from Drake and he did.

Drake was a little surprised as he heard Harry's voice as his thought came back, "What do you mean?" Drake asked.

Harry told him that he liked Joan from the first time he saw her and he couldn't stop thinking of her. He told Drake about jacking off while he thought of her and she's just a total fantasy for him.

"I would surely love to fulfill that fantasy before I leave you the position." Harry finished.

Drake doesn't know what to say or response to his request then he heard him again.

"Just think about it Drake. You'll have you're fantasy and you'll fill mine. I don't want to bring it up but I did a lot for you to get this far."

Drake thought about it and he's right, he owes him. "I don't know if I could pull this with Joan."

"So you're saying that you're willing to go through this?" Harry asked.

Drake was taken aback with the question because he didn't think of the answer he said before. Then he said, "Sure, I owe you Harry. If only I could get Joan to agree."

Harry has a big grin, "I know you'll think of a way or maybe I could help you persuade her some how."

Drake and Harry talked some more about their scheme. Putting some ideas here and there, they talked things over if ever in any chance that she agreed. Drake was already having a hard-on just talking about it. Then they wrapped things up and headed back to the office to finish up for the day.

Drake drove home thinking of what they talked about while in the park. When he got home, Joan was already finished preparing for dinner and the kids are watching TV. Drake and Joan told their kids about the news while having dinner and their kids were excited as well. They went through their normal nightly routine after dinner till they're all in their respective bedrooms.

Joan took a shower first and when she was finished Drake took a shower next. When he got out of the bathroom with only a towel around his waist, Joan was already in bed reading a book. He then moved to his side of the bed and took off the towel before he slid under the blanket. He then started to tease Joan, kissing her cheeks and caressing her breast through her lingerie.

And soon they were kissing and making love with each other. After he shot his hot cum right after she did, he rolled off her and lay beside her.

After a few moment of silence, Drake asked Joan, "Did you ever thought of having sex with another man?"

Joan almost jumped off the bed when she heard his question, "What made you think of that idea?"

"Nothing, nothing. I'm sorry. I just saw this movie with the guys up in Seattle that's all?"

"And that made you asked me that question?"

Drake was embarrassed that he even started this stupid idea, "Forget it dear, I shouldn't have asked it. Just forget it OK?"

"Oh no, no, no. You started it and you better finish this."

Drake doesn't know what to do to get out of this mess and he decided to go for it.

"Well, we saw this porn movie from the hotel room, a black man having sex with a white girl."

Joan cut him off, "You watched that kind of movies?"

"It's just that we're having drinks and then one of the guys switched on the TV and in some reason the movie was on."

"So what's that got to do with me?"

"Have you seen, sorry, well, I don't know how to say it properly but I got so turned-on seeing it and I had fantasized it."

"What are you talking about?"

"You just have to watch one of those and you'll understand where I'm getting to."

"I got to watch it? Why? And you haven't answered my question. What made you asked me about having sex with another man, answer that?" Joan was really upset now.

"I already answer that. I have fantasized about interracial sex." Drake answered.

"So you mean that you imagined me having sex with a black man? Is that what you're saying? And you wanted to see me get fucked by a black man?"

Drake didn't answer because of his embarrassment and he couldn't think of anything to say than, "Sorry dear."

"Do you really want to see me get fucked by a black man? Answer me damn you!"

Drake thought that he already lost control of the situation and he got nothing else to say, "Yes, yes! I imagined a dark cock sliding in and out of your tight cunt and moaning with pleasure. Is that answered your question?"

Joan was so mad and upset on what he said and her mind blacks out and the experience she got from Harry started to flood her thoughts once more. How he ripped her cunt wide enough to accommodate his huge black cock and how she reached orgasm with his cock, mouth and fingers.

"If that's what you wanted, I'll give it to you!" She answered in anger with out a thought.

Joan slid out from under the blanket and took the lingerie with her to the bathroom. When she got out, she's already wearing her lingerie and a robe and sat at one of the chairs.

Drake moved him self to a sitting position and faced her, "Sorry dear, you really don't have to, it's just plain stupidity and...."

Joan cut him off, "So what do you have in mind to do this?" her voice a bit calmer now.

Drake didn't say anything for a moment then, "Are you sure you know what you're saying?"

"Are you sure when you asked me the question?" Joan asked back.

Drake was quiet again not quite sure what he wanted, "Let's not talk about it tonight please, if that's OK?" Then he tapped the bed signaling her to come to bed.

Joan was still a bit upset and she just looked at him for a moment and then she stood up took her robe off and slid between the blankets but she positioned her back towards him. Then she felt him move towards her and kissed her on the cheek.

"Are we still OK?" he whispered to her.

Joan just reached over with her hand and gently tapped his cheek and then tucked it back inside the blanket, and soon they fell asleep.

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Drake woke up in the morning and Joan was up already. He took a quick shower and dressed up for work and went down stairs. He found Joan in the kitchen as usual and breakfast is already set on the table. He went to her and gave her a kiss on the cheek.

"Kid's are gone already?" he asked her.

"They left early, seems like they got school projects going on before the school ends."

"That's right, Josh graduating this year huh? Where is he going for college?"

"I believe he mentioned a university some where on the west coat, UCLA?"

"California?" Drake questioned.

"I'm not sure," Joan said as she shrug her shoulders.

"Do we have any plans for his graduation gift?" he asked.

"Have you seen the stuff he got in his room, the ones Rick gave him? I think we can't get him anything that will beat that. I guess we could send him to a vacation where he wants to go? I believe we could manage the expense with your promotion."

"That's a great idea, that's fine with me." Drake agreed.

Joan joined Drake on the dinning table and she got her orange juice to drink. They continued to talk like nothing went wrong last night. Drake thought about bringing it up again but decided not to since they're back to normal.

Drake went to work and continued his training with Harry. He was tempted to tell Harry what went on last night with Joan but he decided not to. The day went by quick and when he got home dinner was ready as always and they had family dinner together.

Josh talked about school and Joan told him about the graduation gift for him so he could think of where he wanted to go. Then Tammy joked around and asked if she could come along. But Drake and Joan said "NO" almost simultaneously, they all laughed except for Tammy. 

When they're in their bedroom with Drake casually watching TV and Joan taking a bath, Joan was thinking of the pleasure she felt when Harry's black cock slid in and out of her cunt and she began to feel the tingle in her pussy.

She then thought of what Drake said, and imagined her husband watching when another man fucks her. She then got out of the tub and dries off and wore her robe. She then sat at the chair and looked at Drake by the bed watching TV then she asked.

"So did you think of how we could fulfill your fantasy?" 

Drake was caught off guard with her question, "What's that again?"

"You know.  What you asked me last night, how do you want to do it?"

"You really meant you want to do it?"

"If that's what you want?"

Drake was now really confused because he himself doesn't know if he want to go through it.

"I'm not really sure if I want it."

"Why not?" she asked.

"Maybe I'm afraid that it might change our marriage, our relationship and more."

Joan knew how he felt because that's how she felt when she had the affairs with Harry and Rick, but it didn't change her love for him.

"You know that nothing will take me away from you and I will always love you. I know that for sure." She told him.

Drake was still not quite sure and he just kept quiet.

"So, you have any idea?" she asked again.

"I was thinking about Harry, you met him at the company brunch. Since he did a lot for me to get this far we could repay him."

Joan felt kind of a relief since she knew him already, "How are we going to let him know?" She asked, pretending that she hasn't been fucked by Harry yet.

"I'll think of something, I'm pretty sure he won't turn down such an offer. Look at you you're gorgeous and you know what? I knew guys from the company who saw you at the club house wanting to have you in bed."

"How would you know that?" she was blushing from the comment he said.

"I heard it and I'm not joking. I was pissed off at first but then I thought of it as a compliment for me having such a beautiful and sexy wife."

Joan playfully threw at him one of the couch pillows then she stood up and sat beside him on the bed and leaned over to rest her head on his chest.

Drake turned the TV off and then they lay down side by side and they kissed and made love.

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 Drake got to work the next morning and he pulled Harry aside and told him that Joan agreed to do it.

Harry almost jumped, "When?"

"I don't know, I haven't thought of it yet."

"Man, I couldn't wait. How about tonight?"

"I'm not sure if she's OK with it this soon."

"Trust me, she'll go for it. Since I wouldn't be able to concentrate now, why don't you go home after about an hour or two and talk to her and I'll make arrangement for a room at the Grand Hotel?" Harry asked.

"Sounds great Harry. One thing, if this goes on tonight that you'll treat her gently."

"I'll treat her like a queen, I wouldn't do it if she don't want me to."

Soon as Drake left the office Harry called Joan at home.


Joan was reading her book at the kitchen counter when the phone rang.

"Hello?" Joan answered the phone.

"Hi Joan, love to hear your voice once again."

Joan recognized his voice, "Harry?"

"I want you Joan and I couldn't stop thinking of you. You wouldn't have any clue how I feel this moment knowing that I'll have you once more."

"I guess Drake asked you of his bright idea or is this is you all the time?"

"Yes he did and I just fed him with some ideas. Anyway, I told him that we'll get it on tonight, I couldn't wait another day and soon I'll be gone. He'll be home within an hour or two and will talk you into it, so I'll expect you tonight?"

"He doesn't know what happened between us and I want it to stay that way. We have to pretend that this will be our first."

"I'll be happy to, just remember to let go OK? And everything will be fun for every one."

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Joan saw the familiar Grand Hotel as Drake drove through the hotel grounds. Drake called Harry that afternoon and got the instructions from him where and when. He parked the car and before they got out Drake asked her.

"You OK dear?"

Joan replied with a smile then took a deep breath and said, "I'm ready as I can be."

Then before he opened his door he told her that he loves her and she told him the same. Drake got out of the car and went to the passenger side and opened the door for her. Joan got out and Drake couldn't miss to see her wonderful firm legs.

They decide for her to wear a short skirt dress with no sleeves and a pair of high heel shoes. Even with a simple dress she looked stunning. Then they proceeded inside and straight to the elevator and to the eight-floor, room 826. Drake knocked on the door and in a few seconds the door opened.

"Hello Harry, guess whose here?" Drake tried to break the ice.

"Joan! My pleasures mine to see your lovely face. Come on in, this is your room too."

Drake and Joan went in and they went to the sofa and sat down. Harry went to the kitchen and got some glasses and a bottle of wine. He set it down on the coffee table and poured wine on the three glasses and offered it to them. They both took a glass and they sipped.

No one talked for a moment then Harry broke the silence.

"Joan, I assume you know why we're here?"

Joan blushed and she just nodded her head and she sipped some more wine.

Harry then stood up from his seat and sat beside Joan. Now she's between her husband on her left and Harry on her right. Harry then placed his hand on her right lap and slid it between her legs feeling her smooth skin and her legs closed in to his hand. With his right hand, he pulled her right knee forcing her legs to open again and he continued to slide his left hand between her legs till he felt her mound.

Joan was shaking a little and Drake noticed her glass shaking and he took it from her and placed it on the table. Then Drake assisted her to lean back against the back rest and then placed his left hand on her left thigh and slid it up pushing her dress up exposing a little of her panties. Then Joan said while she pushed both their hands off her thighs.

"Wait, wait. I'd like to talk to Harry first if you don't mind dear?"

Drake looked at Harry and he nodded and he said, "Sure, I'll just use the bathroom for the mean time." Then he stood up.

Just before Drake turned towards the bathroom Joan stood up to catch up with him and whispered to him, "Could you give us a few minutes dear? I just want to talk things over with him. I would also like to get started with him first so you could watch and then join in later on?"

Drake leaned over to her and gave her a quick kiss on the lips and smiled then went to the bathroom.

Joan then went back to where Harry was then she spoke, "I guess you got what you want again this time."

"You just don't know how obsessed I am with you."

"First thing, I just don't want you kissing me on the lips and I won't hold back in return."

"That's fine with me. Just remember too that this should be your first time."

"I know, just do what you did before and I got it." Joan finished.

Then Harry stood up and bent over to carry her to the bed. He laid her down by the edge of the bed with her feet hanging down. He then sat down on her right side and reached over to her shoulders and slid the shoulder strap of her dress down her arms to her waist exposing her firm breast. He then cupped her left breast with his right hand and he lowered his head to her right breast and started to kiss it around her nipple.

Joan closed her eyes when he laid her down and when her dress was down on her waist, she felt his hand on her left breast squeezing it gently and fondling it. She felt his lips on her right breast kissing the surrounding area of her nipples. Then in a few seconds she felt his lips enclosed her nipple and his tongue licking the knob and then he sucks it with a slurping sound. She couldn't help to let out a moan.




Innocence Lost Ch. 06



Drake just walked out of the bathroom and saw Joan laying down on the bed, her dress already half way off and Drake on her side sucking her nipple. He saw Joan's body twist a little and her head went on one side and heard her moan of pleasure. Then he felt his cock get hard, he then went to the nearest seat from the bed and sat down with out taking his eyes off his wife.

Harry's right hand then slid down from her breast to her left thigh, caressing it, feeling her smooth skin. Then he slid it between her thighs and inside her dress till he felt her mound. Then he rubbed her cunt gently through her panties till he felt her wetness soaked into her panties.

Joan bit her lower lip when she felt his hand on her cunt and unintentionally closed her legs together. Then she felt her hand pushed it wider and she complied. Then she felt his mouth moved to her other breast licking her nipple and she let out another soft moan.

Harry then slid her lower dress up exposing her panties then he slid his hand inside her panties. He stopped licking and sucking her breast and looked at her face. He then felt her pussy lips tracing it up and down with his middle finger and after a few stroke he slowly inserted it inside her wet cunt.

He saw her head face the other side and saw her mouth opened a bit and let out a moan. Harry's cock is now hard and straining to get out of its compounds. He then took his hand out of her panties and stood up and he took off all his clothes with his shirt first and then his pants.

Joan felt him move off the bed and when she opened her eyes and saw him taking off his clothes. Then she saw once again the huge dark cock that once ripped her cunt and also gave her pleasure. Then he noticed her husband by the seat rubbing his cock through his pants and their eyes met.

She smiled at him and he did the same with a wink. Then she noticed Harry moved towards her and he reached over for her left hand and gently pulled towards him. She went along and now she's sitting on the edge.

Harry then positioned him self in front of her while he stroked his huge cock and then let go. 

Joan knew what to do and she holds his cock with her right hand just under its cock head. She noticed the pre cum seeping out of his pee hole and she stroked it some more although she couldn't get her hand all the way around his shaft. She licked the pre-cum off its cock head then wrapped her lips around the head and started to suck it.

She tried to insert more of his cock inside her mouth but she couldn't at that position. She then just kissed his cock all over licking the underside and sucking the tip of the cock head and would once in a while insert the tip of her tongue in his pee hole.

Harry was looking down at her all the time and feeling her tongue, lips and mouth working his cock. He's absorbing the view in his mind and his heart begins to pump a little faster. He wanted to fuck her right then but he wanted to please her more. He wanted to hear her lovely moans of pleasure.

He then moved away a little from her and he coached her to lie down again and she complied. He then reached down to remove her shoes and then took her dress and slipped it off her and then her panties. He then opened her legs apart and started to lick and kiss her inner thighs.

Joan felt a tingle in her pussy when she felt his kiss getting closer and closer to her mound. Then in a few seconds felt his lips kissing her pussy lips and with out warning felt his tongue licked her clitoris and her body shuddered a little and her body twists to one side, then she felt him suck it in a split second. She let out a louder moan than before.

Harry heard her moan and he continued to lick and suck her clit gently and at the same moment he inserted his middle finger inside her wet cunt, probing and making circular motion rubbing against her inner cunt walls. Then he positioned his finger on the upper side of her cunt and touched her g-spot.

Joan let out a much longer and louder moan and her bottom lifted up and body twisting. Then she felt his finger go in and out of her pussy and once in a while will touch and rub her g-spot and at the same moment she could feel his tongue licking her clit. Then she felt him move again.

Harry climbed on top of the bed and knelt by Joan's head and then leaned forward supporting his upper body with one arm and spread her legs wider and resumed the sucking and licking of her clit. 

Joan felt his knees by the side of her head and felt his cock touched her face. When she opened her eyes, Harry's huge cock was dangling on top of her. She moved her hands to hold his cock, rubbing it and fondling it. She was breathing hard now and her body kept twisting around. She tried to concentrate on his cock but all she could do was to rub it and suck its head but she couldn't suck it long enough because she kept on moaning. 

Harry kept on licking her clit and inserting his tongue in and out of her wet pussy. He could feel her hands on his cock and once in a while her lips sucking its head. He could hear her moans of pleasure and he could tell that she's approaching her orgasm the way her body reacts. Then her bottom lifted up pressing her cunt on his mouth.

Joan's about to shoot her cum and she let go of his cock and grabbed the bed sheets and then in a few moments she shot her cum and moaned in pleasure and satisfaction.

Harry felt her body twists and jerked accompanied by her moans. He didn't stop licking her clit, he even sucked it with a slurping sound. He could taste the sweetness of her cum juices as it flows out of her cunt. After a few moments, he quickly repositioned himself around. Positioning him self now between her legs. He lifted her legs and positioned it on his shoulders. Then he guided his cock in her cunt lips rubbing it up and down her slit. Then he slowly thrust forward pressing its head through the opening of her cunt.

Joan felt his cock head entering her cunt. Then he pulled out a little and then pushed in again and went in deeper with every thrust he makes. It's been a while since the last time she had his cock and she could feel her cunt stretching to accommodate his huge cock. She felt a little pain but bearable and she let out a soft cry of pain for her husband to hear. Then he started to fuck her slowly, his cock in and out of her tight pussy but she knew it's not all of it yet.

Harry heard her soft cry and he started to slowly fuck her about a quarter of his cock just to make her comfortable again. After he felt her cunt loosen up a little he pushed in forward slowly and with out pausing continuously inserted his cock in her wet pussy till he felt his cock hit her cervix. He heard her soft moan while he inserted his cock in one thrust.

Joan felt his cunt stretch to its limit; she thought he's going to rip it again. She let out a continuous moan till he couldn't go any further and she let out a long breath. She even grabbed the bed sheet again with her two hands and released it when he stopped.

Harry let her rest a little and then started to pull out of her and then in again in slow pull and thrust motion. Feeling her tightness against his shaft and he heard her moans again and it makes his cock harder just hearing her moan.

Drake at the meantime has his pants already completely off and slowly jacking off while he observed Harry's cock go in and out of his wife's pussy. He could see her pussy juice glisten about Harry's shaft and could tell where it stopped because it couldn't go in any further. He could hear her soft and loud moans of pleasure and pain.

He couldn't believe his fantasy being fulfilled right in front of him. Seeing his beautiful petite wife's react to Harry's big cock was beyond what he expects. The sight of a big black man on top of a tiny beautiful white woman, his wife, was beyond words, it was awesome.

After a few moments Joan began to meet his thrust and her cunt begin to contract squeezing his cock and making it even tighter. She began to hold her breath and would release a long breath of relief and with out thought she said softly.

"I'm cumming, Ohh, I'm cumming."

Harry heard her and that all it takes and his rhythm becomes faster and the he felt her cum and her body jerked a few times. He couldn't hold it much longer than he wished and he shot his hot cum with one last thrust deep inside her cunt.

Joan felt his hot cum shot out of his cock. He shot so much that it filled her cunt and started to over flow and ooze out of her cunt between its shaft and pussy lips.

Harry released her legs and let it drop on the bed and he slumped on top of her. He could feel her breathing hard also. Then he slowly pulled his cock out of her pussy and then rolled off her. They both just lay there side by side catching their breath.

Drake saw Harry's cum flow out of his wife's cunt still opened wide and slowly contracting back to its normal size. Then he stood up and then went over to the bed and climbed on top of Joan and with his legs he spread her thighs open and inserted his hard cock into Joan's sperm filled pussy. He could still feel the warmth of Harry's cum and felt a little loose but he didn't mind and he began to fuck his wife. Then he felt Joan's legs wrapped about his waist and her arms about his neck.

Drake moved out of the way when he felt Drake came over and he went to the couch where Drake was seated before.

Joan wanted to please her husband, she locked her legs behind his waist and embraced her then she kissed him fully in the lips. After a few seconds she broke the kiss and then whispered to him.

"Make love to me."

Then Drake felt her pussy muscle contracting against his cock, squeezing it. Then he began to make love to her. Thrusting his cock all the way in and making grinding motion against her mound and he felt Joan meeting his thrust.

It didn't take long for Drake to release his load due to the fact that he's so aroused seeing his wife was being fucked by a black man and seeing a huge cock stretching his wife's cunt. Joan didn't stop thrusting up and she shot her cum right after she felt her husband's cum shot inside her. Then they kissed again.

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Drake, Joan and Harry went down to the hotel restaurant for dinner. They talked casually about the new positions both Harry and Drake will be taking and when Harry will be leaving soon. They then proceeded to the bar after dinner for a casual drink and sat in a corner booth where there are fewer people and little privacy. Joan sat at the middle with Drake on her left and Harry on her right. Their conversation casually went from small talks to sex.

"I imagine you had a good time Drake?" Harry asked.

Drake just smiled and looked at Joan.

Joan looked at Drake with a small smile and sipped her drink and excused her self to use the ladies room.

Joan was stunning and beautiful with her outfit and quite a few gentlemen turned heads as she passes by. Two of them actually fallowed her and waited for her to return.

She was startled when one of the men approached her quickly and asked her to dance. She was about to decline but the man just grabbed her hand and starts to pull her towards the dance floor and then found her self in the midst of few couples dancing.

She observed the man in front of her, dancing and with a great smile. He was maybe a little younger than her and very handsome she thought. She glanced over to where her husband and Harry and then saw Drake wave at her giving her a go ahead.

She had a few drinks and she felt having a good time, she haven't dance for a while but her aerobics class surely helped her to dance a few moves. After a few moments the music was replaced with a soft one and the man went closer to her and held her hands. She wasn't planning to slow dance with this man but she end up close to him that she felt his hard-on against her thigh and it's quite obvious to her that he meant to do it.


Drake and Harry mean while were just talking and having fun as well till their conversation went back to sex.

"I suppose it would be alright if I asked Joan back to the room?" Harry asked.

Drake just smiled and then said, "Well, we better do something or she might end up with someone else's bed." and pointed towards the dance floor.

Harry glance over to where Drake was pointing and saw Joan dancing in close quarters with this younger man and got a glimpse of his hand slid down her butt and saw her protesting and taking his hands off her butt but hey continued to dance. Then he saw another man approach, it looks like he wants to cut in.

Joan felt young again, knowing that men are still attracted to her but this is going way out of hand as another one wants to dance with her. She looked back to their table and saw Harry waving at her to come back.

She looked at the two and said, "Sorry boys, got to go they're calling me" and points her thumb.

The two men looked to where she was pointing and saw a big black man waving to her. They didn't say a word and just stepped out of the way to let her pass.

Joan faced the one she was dancing with and tapped her soft hand against its cheek and gave him a teasing and beautiful smile. "That was good, thanks."

The two men watched her as she walked towards the table where the black man was and just shook their head as they admire her behind and then walked off the dance floor.

Joan sat down and then had a sip of her drink and damped her forehead and neck with one of the napkins, "Its getting hot in here."

"Those two seems to agree" Harry teased and then laughed.

"Yeah, it's getting hot that Harry wants to take you up to the room." Drake said.

Harry glanced at Joan, "What do you say?"

Joan was just quiet for a moment and looked at Drake with a questioning look and she saw him nod back at her. Then she looked at Harry and said OK then looked back at Drake

"Are you going to join us?" she asked Drake.

"Maybe, but just go ahead honey." Drake answered.

"I'll bring her home if you don't show up, I'll take care of her." Harry finished.

Harry stood up and offered his hand to Joan. Joan reached for Harry's hand and she slid out of the booth.  Harry then wrapped his arms around her shoulders and guided her off to the elevators with out looking back at Drake.

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Harry opened the door to their room and Joan went in first and he closed the door behind him as soon as he got in after her. 

Joan walked a few steps before she stopped and turned to face him and as she did he was almost right in front of him.

Harry then closed the gap between them and he put his hands on her shoulders and leaned down to her and started to kiss her neck then he whispered.

"Thank you for coming up."

Harry then swooped her of her feet and carried her to the bed and laid her down gently. Then he straightened up and started to take his clothes off. As soon as he drops his pants and took off his underwear his huge dark cock was pointing straight at Joan. He moved closer to her till his cock touched her lips.

Joan moved her head to a comfortable position and started to kiss his cock head and then she reached with her left hand for his cock. She then licked its purplish head and after a few seconds she wrapped her lovely lips about its head and started to suck it as best she could.

She felt his hand on her thighs and felt her skirt slid up her smooth skin. She then felt his fingers rub her mound through her panty. She stopped sucking him for a few seconds to let out a moan of satisfaction then proceeded to suck him again. Then Harry slid his hand inside her panty and caressed her cunt slit with his middle finger.

Harry could feel her wetness and he slowly inserted it inside her and probing her hot cunt and rub her g-spot. Then he felt her mouth let go of his cock again and heard her moan again, longer this time. When he felt her lips wrapped his cock head again he took his finger out off her and started to remove her panty with both his hands.

Joan moved her legs to assist him on taking off her panties and felt him moved back pulling his cock off her mouth. Then he moved to lay down facing up beside her his cock still about her head. She got the idea and she moved to position herself on top of him with his head between her knees.

Then she began to suck him off again with her lips wrapped tightly about his cock head since that's all she could take in her mouth comfortably. Then she felt his hands about her waist prodding her to lower her bottom down.

Harry then started to lick her slit with the tip of her tongue tasting her sweet cunt juices flowing out of her slit. He then licked her bud and sucked it at the same time he inserted his middle finger inside her and heard her moans again.

Joan moaned in pleasure when she felt her clit being sucked. She proceeded to suck him again after she caught her breath with her hand sliding up and down his shaft, trying her best to satisfy him.

Harry didn't stop licking and sucking her pussy and once in a while he'll spread her cunt lips and shove his tongue deep inside her and kept on doing this till he felt her bottom move and grind around his mouth.

Joan could feel her orgasm approaching fast and she stopped sucking his cock and let out an arousing moan. She started to breath deep and she rested her head on his thigh while her right hand still gripping his cock at the hilt.

Harry sensed that she's about to come and he inserted his middle finger inside her and rubbed her g-spot again as he concentrated on sucking her clit. It didn't last long when he felt her body arched and twist.

He finally heard her moan at the same time and felt her cum flow out of her pussy as her body jerked a few times. He didn't stop till she stopped moaning and her body went limp on top of him.

Joan was catching her breath and she felt him gently pushed her body off his. She slid down off him and she felt him move.

Harry moved to position him self on top of her and between her legs. He lifted her right leg while he guided his cock with his right hand rubbing its head on her soaked slit. He then pushed a little and his cock head started to spread her slit and enter her pussy. He pushed till he felt a little resistance and pulled out then in again. He did this for a few seconds while he pushed in a little further in each time.

Joan was still recovering from her orgasm when she let out a moan as she felt his cock started to enter her pussy. She felt her cunt stretching as his cock enters her deeper with each every thrust he made and he kept doing this slowly till she felt his cock hit her cervix.

Harry stopped thrusting in when he felt his cock won't go any further and at the same time he felt her hands against his chest. He then let go of her right leg and reached down to take off the rest of her dress exposing her lovely breast, nipples pointing up in invitation. He then leaned over to kiss her breast and caress it with his hands alternating between each breast.

Joan bit her lower lip, moving her head side to side and let out another arousing sigh and moan. He then felt his cock begin to slide slowly in and out of her cunt and then felt him move both her legs up, resting against his shoulders.

Harry fucked her lovely cunt with slow long strokes till she started to breathe heavy again and heard her soft voice.

"Faster, Oh, faster. Ahhhhhh"

Harry picked up his rhythm faster than before. It didn't take long when he felt her cunt tightened around his shaft and felt her cum shot against his cock. He continued to fuck her and didn't take long afterwards when he felt his orgasm approached.

Joan could feel him thrust faster now and heard him moan. Then with out any warning he quickly pulled out of her.

Harry pulled out his cock off her and moved to position himself on top of her chest. Then he guided his cock head on her mouth he put a little pressure against her lips and when she opened it, he shoved its head inside her mouth and started to jack off.




Innocence Lost Ch. 06



Joan opened her mouth and wrapped her lips around his cock head. She tasted her own cunt juice and cum from his cock and before she knew it she felt his cum shot inside her mouth flooding it with hot sperm. She was forced to swallow it because it would drown or choke her if she didn't. Cum seeped and flow down the sides of her lips.

Harry continued to stroke his cock till he was satisfied before he pulled his cock out of her mouth.

* * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * 

Drake watched his wife and Harry leave the lounge area and towards the elevator. He thought of going after them but he stayed and finished his drink. He stayed for a few minutes deciding what he would do. He ordered another drink, undecided what he would do. After a few drinks, he decided to go home instead.

He managed to get home with out any incident in spite of the few drinks. He got in the house and proceeded up the stairs. He was about to enter their bedroom when he noticed the bathroom door was slightly opened and lights where on.

He went over to turn off the light but when he got to the door he saw his daughter's reflection through the mirror completely naked. She just got out of the shower, he thought and she was drying up. He saw her lovely figure, her young firm breast and when she bent over saw her cunt from behind.

Tammy was drying up. She didn't bother to close the Bathroom door knowing that she's alone. Her parents are out to dinner and her brother on a date. She didn't notice her father watching her through the door.

Drake's cock began to throb to life and unconsciously started to unzip his pants and took his cock out. Then thought of his wife back in the hotel and imagining what they are doing at this moment. He started to stroke his cock and then closed his eyes.

Tammy was done and hung the towel on its rack. She didn't bother to wrap her body as she usually does since she thought she's still alone and her bedroom is just across the hallway.

As she faced the mirror, she almost screamed when she saw a reflection of someone by the door. She quickly turned around to face the door opening and recognized her father. She saw him standing by the door eyes closed and with his cock in his hand stroking it slowly. She instinctively took the towel and covered her body then she noticed that her father hasn't a clue that she already saw him.

She looked down at his cock observing it while he jacked off. She observed him for a few moments and she felt a tingle in her pussy. She dropped the towel and opened the door slowly and knelt in front of her father. Its cock just inches away from her face then she moved her head towards it and closed her lips around its cock head.

Drake was startled when he felt something engulfed his cock and when he looked down he saw his daughter kneeling in front of him and sucking his cock. He didn't believe what he was seeing at first and he just stared at his daughter and watching his cock go in and out of her lovely mouth. Then saw her hand moved to hold his shaft then he realized it was true.

"Tammy!"

Tammy just looked up with out taking her mouth off his cock and she just closed her eyes and continued to suck his cock.

Drake knew it was wrong but the thought of what's going on back in the hotel with his wife is wrong either. Then he felt the pleasure in his cock while she sucks it and his cock becomes harder than before.

Tammy felt his cock grew bigger and then felt him began to meet the forward motion of her head, fucking her mouth. She then felt his hand against the side and back of her head.

Drake now wants her, maybe the alcohol and the fact that his wife is getting fucked aroused him that he didn't thought of what's wrong. He leaned down and told her to get up.

Tammy took his cock out of her mouth but didn't let go of his cock with her right hand and stood up.

"You know this is not right?" Drake told his daughter.

"It will be our secret, daddy." Tammy said.

She then moved towards her bedroom his cock still at hand pulling him with her. When they got in the bedroom she let go of his cock and she lie down on her bed and spread her legs for him to gaze on her mound.

Drake stood there for a moment then took his pants completely off and moved towards her. He then knelt down beside the bed and started to caress her inner thighs with his hands and then working up to her delicate pussy mound. He heard her moan when he touched her cunt lips. He didn't waste any second and he moved his head between her legs kissing her smooth thighs towards her pussy.

Tammy breathes a deep one when she felt his tongue lick her pussy lips.

Drake continued to lick her cunt and suck her clit till her pussy juice began to flow and he could taste the sweetness of it just like her mother's. Then he started to kiss upwards to her stomach, navel till he reached her breast. He squeezed gently, fondling it and pinching its nipples.

He then started to kiss them and finally sucked its nipples. He heard her moan and felt her hand grab hold of his cock and slowly moving it up and down his shaft. Then felt her guide his cock till its head was touching her opening. Drake moved his bottom forward and his cock started to enter her wet cunt.

Tammy felt his cock enter her slowly parting her pussy lips. She let out a soft moan all the while his cock penetrates her pussy deeper and deeper. Then she felt his kiss on her neck.

Drake thrust his stiff cock slowly inch by inch inside his daughter's cunt and heard her moans. He then started to kiss her neck and caressing her breast, fondling it and gently pinching her nipples. When he got his cock all the way to the hilt, he left it there for a moment and continued to kiss her from the neck, cheeks and to her lips.

He then started a grinding motion with his hips causing his cock to go a little deeper and stirring her inner cunt. He then felt her move her legs resting her feet on the bed and raised her bottom to meet his grinding action.

Tammy let out a much audible moan feeling his cock twisting inside her wet cunt and she start a circling motion her self while she lift her bottom to match his action. Then she felt his cock started to pull out and then in again, in slow long thrust. After a few moments his rhythm started to go faster and she could feel her orgasm approaching its peek. Then she wrapped her legs about his waist and whispered.

"I'm cuming daddy, Ohhh, Ahhh, I'm cuming."

Drake heard her and he moved his cock in and out of her pussy faster and after a few moments he felt her cunt tightened and her body stiffened a bit. Then felt her arms embraced his body then heard her arousing moan. Then her body arched and her legs tightened against his hips.

He was so aroused that he was about to release his hot jism but he held it waiting for her to release her legs but wasn't releasing her legs and he can't hold on any longer and he shot his load inside her.

Tammy held her legs tight about his hips till she felt his hot cum fill her love hole and seeping out between her pussy lips and his shaft. She felt his body rest on top of hers and she released her legs then heard her father said.

"I'm sorry baby, I couldn't hold it much longer."

"It's alright daddy, I'm on the pill."

Drake raised his head and looked at his daughter, "You're that active?"

"Not really, but that's my business right?" and she smiled.

Drake doesn't know what to say that instant, instead he said, "You're right, this will be our secret right?"

"You don't have to remind me that." then she kissed him.

Drake pulled his semi-erect cock out of her cunt and said, "Its late baby, get some sleep OK?"

Drake slid out of bed and picked his pants on the way out and went to their bedroom and straight to bed half-naked.

* * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * 

Harry fucked Joan one more time from behind, thrusting his huge black cock in and out of her aching cunt. Joan was kneeling on the couch her body resting on top of the backrest. Harry was standing behind her his hands supporting her waist.

Joan was tired and exhausted she couldn't move any longer. She just feels his cock in and out of her cunt, which she felt getting sore. Harry was taking too long to shoot his load this time and she already came a few minutes back. She just tolerated her exhaustion and hoping that Harry will be done soon.

Harry could tell Joan was getting tired, he was too but he just wants to release his load deep inside her one more time.

After a few moments Joan felt his thrust began to go faster and he was thrusting in much deeper and causing her pain. She let out a cry of pain with each trust.

Harry felt his orgasm approaching and he fucked her faster and faster. It didn't occur to him that he was hurting her, he was concentrating on getting his load off. Then a few more thrust and he shot his load.

Joan felt his hot cum fill her again and felt his hand release its hold on her waist and she slump down on top of the couch and by her side. Then felt him sat next to her. She was still catching her breath from the pain she felt.

"I need to get home now, please." Joan told Harry.

"I'm sorry if I hurt you I didn't mean to." He told her.

"Just take me home." She insisted and stood up and headed for the bathroom and took her clothes on the way.

A few minutes later she came out all dressed up again and she saw that Harry was too. She didn't say a thing and headed for the door and Harry followed. No one said a thing till they reached the car and they're on their way and Harry broke the silence.

"You OK?"

"Yeah, just a little sore that's all."

"I'm sorry about that. I'm just really obsessed with you I guess."

"I guess that should be a compliment?"

"You could take it as you want it."

	Then they're quiet for a moment again till Harry asked, "Would you mind if I see you again?"

Joan didn't reply right away then, "I was hoping that this will be the last time but as long as my husband doesn't mind I guess."

"You still don't like being with me?"

"I still have to get used to this and I hope you won't do what you did again. It really hurts you know."

"Sorry." 

Then a few moments later he pulled in her driveway. She didn't wait for him to get off and open the door for her. As soon as the car stopped she got out and went straight for their front door. Got in and went straight to their bedroom.

Harry waited for her to get in the house before he drove off.

* * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * 

The rest of the week went by like nothing odd happened. Drake and Joan didn't talk about the night with Harry and they made love each night like they never did before. Harry didn't talked about it with Drake either, they just continued the training that they were doing all along.

Drake and Tammy were just like father and daughter but just a little closer than usual. Josh was busy in preparing for graduation and the prom with his girlfriend. Till Friday afternoon.

Tammy managed to get home early that day from school and Joan picked her up. Her mom just dropped her off before she went to get some errands done.

Harry was aching to see Joan again and decided to drop by to see her.

Tammy answered the door when Harry rang the doorbell, "Yes, may I help you?"

Harry was amazed with the resemblance of this young lady with Joan, "Hi, name's Harry. Your father's taking my position at work."

"Oh, yeah, I remember. Nice to meet you, I'm Tammy." She offered her hand and invited him in after they shook hands.

Harry went in and turned to face Tammy after she closed the door.

"I just came by to see your mom."

"She's not here at the moment and dad's not here either."

"Will she be back soon?"

"I'm not sure, can I offer you some drink or anything?"

Tammy walked passed him and went towards the living room and signaled him to follow.

Harry observed her from behind. She was wearing a tight short and a T-shirt and he couldn't help to notice her smooth shapely legs and her nipples through her shirt, she wasn't wearing any bra. Then he followed suit after her.

"Nothing, thank you." he told her.

Tammy then stopped before she got to the kitchen and turned to face him and offered a seat in the living room.

"I'm not sure when mom will be back, do you want to wait?"

"Maybe I could wait for a few minutes, if you don't mind?"

"Nah, not at all."

Harry sat on the couch, "So how old are you?" he asked and smiled.

"I just had my 18th birthday a few months back." She answered.

"I got a son just your age." he said while he nods.

Tammy really wasn't interested in talking but she got no choice, she just can't leave him and wait.

"Are you sure you don't want anything to drink?" She offered again.

Harry saw her uneasiness and decided to leave although he wanted to talk to her some more. "No thanks, I got to get going. Maybe I'll drop by again some time."

"I'll let mom know that you dropped by."

"No, its OK you don't have to it's just a social visit before I leave."

"You're leaving?" She started for the front door to show him out.

"I still got a couple week before I leave permanently." He stood up and followed her admiring her behind.

"Well, maybe we'll meet again. Nice meeting you." She opened the door and smiled at him.

"Thank you and nice meeting you too, you sure look like your mother." He told her before he heads out to his car.

Tammy waved good bye when he pulled out off the driveway. Then she closed the door and went to her bedroom. All the while thinking about the black man named Harry and she thought he looked familiar. Now that she remembered back then when she and her brother saw a black man pulled out of their driveway one day and in fact its the same color of car she remembered but not sure of the make.


Harry went back to the office and saw Drake sitting behind the desk and piles of paper in front of him.

"Being busy buddy?" he teased Drake.

"Just looking through the reports, that's all."

"I hope you didn't mind that I dropped by your place to see Joan?"

Drake was surprised with his question. "Harry, I know what we did but you can't just go to my house and fuck my wife." He answered with a bit anger in his voice.

"I'm sorry Drake, that wasn't my intention and she's not home anyway."

"Still, I'd appreciate it if you asked me first."

"Sorry man. I thought I just want to apologize for that night."

"What for?"

"She didn't tell you?"

"We never talked about it till today."

"Well, I think. No. I know I hurt her when I fucked her the last time."

"What do you mean?"

"You know, I was concentrating on getting it off and I was so aroused that I pushed in too far for her."

Drake followed what he was talking about and he got turned-on just giving the thought of it. He didn't say a thing for a moment. "She didn't mention a thing to me."

"Since we're in the subject, how are things going between you two?" Harry asked.

"Much better I admit."

"See, do you mind doing it again?"

"I don't know Harry, maybe?"

"I met your daughter Tammy?"

"Yeah?"

"She's gorgeous just like her mother."

"Harry, I don't like where you're going with this."

"I'm just saying you have a beautiful daughter, that's all. I just thought of my boy same age as her, maybe she would want to meet him, I know he would."

"Yeah, I'm sure he would." Drake answered sarcastically.

Harry just smiled then offered a hand with the pile of reports in front of Drake.


Drake and Joan was in their room that night after dinner and ready for bed and Drake asked Joan about the night with Harry.

"Honey, did it hurt you that night with Harry?"

"Why do you ask now?"

"Just curious, because you know. He's huge. I thought you won't be able to take it at first."

	"Well, it did a little the first time but it eased up after a while, it's just getting used to it."

"Did it ever hurt after that? What did he do to you?"

Joan noticed that Drake's interested on what went on that night with Harry. She started to tell the detail what went on and how they did it. She told him about the last fuck Harry did and he pushed in much further than she could handle and described the pain she felt.

All the while she was giving him the detail she noticed his cock started to harden. Then she reached over and held his cock and stroked it gently while she continued to tell him the detail.

"If ever he just showed up and wanted to fuck you and I'm not around, will you let him?" Drake asked while he let Joan caress and fondle his cock.

"Not with out your permission."

"Really, you'll call me if he did ask me?"

"I wouldn't fuck any one with out you knowing if I could help it."

Then with out another word he moved to kiss her on the lips and not sooner they were making passionate love with each other and fell asleep afterwards.

It was almost midnight when Drake woke up and couldn't get back to sleep. He slipped out of bed making sure that he doesn't wake Joan. He then went down stairs for something to drink.

He thought of the past few nights, Harry's huge cock penetrating his lovely wife's cunt, "What a sight!" Then Tammy, "Wow", he felt his cock again buried deep inside her tight young cunt.

He was reminiscing again the night he fucked his daughter. Then his lust for her came in a sudden urge when he remembered Harry talking about Tammy.

He imagined seeing his daughter now being fucked by a black man. Then he felt his cock stiffened protruding against his shorts. Then he started to plan something for tomorrow.

After a moment he went up stairs and peeked inside Tammy's bedroom and he saw her lovely face asleep though the room was only illuminated by a night-light. Then closed the door and went to their bedroom and went back to sleep.

Come morning, Joan already prepared breakfast for her family by the time Drake got down then Tammy after a few minutes. Drake was already started eating when Tammy sat down across him then Joan between them. They let Josh sleep since its Saturday.

"Tammy, you got any plans today?" Drake asked.

"None in particular?" she answered.

"How about we go out and do something, just you and me?" Then he looked at Joan.

"Is that alright hon?" he asked Joan.

Joan turned to Tammy, "Yeah, that would be great!" then leaned over to Tammy and whispered to her, "And maybe you could have your father buy you a dress for the prom that you kept asking for" then giggled.

"OK, OK what's funny?" Drake interjected.

"Sure dad, I'll go with yah." Tammy said.

"Great, we'll leave as soon as you're finished."


Drake and Tammy left after they helped Joan cleaned up the dishes. Drake just drove to no particular place, he just drove. Then Tammy asked.

"Where are we going?"

"I don't know yet."

"Oh swell dad, we just can't drive around."

"To tell you the truth hon, I thought of you last night and I wonder if we could have a private time and talk."

Tammy looked at her father and smirked at him, she knew what he meant, "Sure dad, what ever you want."

Then Drake exited the freeway and soon they're in a motel parking lot. Drake got out and got them a room. Then a few moments later they're both inside the room.

Tammy sat at the bed while Drake locked the door and heard her.

"So what you want to talk about, dad?"

Drake sat at one of the armchair and looked at Tammy laying in bed her arms spread about the bed.

"How about telling me about your experience?" 

"Sex?" she asked.

"When you lost it and to whom."

Tammy sat up, "Tell you everything but no names."

"How many guy's"

"Including you? Three."

"Not a lot?"

"Come on dad, I just don't spread my legs to everyone!"

"I'm sorry, I didn't meant it that way."

"I know. I really don't want to talk about it anymore. Can I do something else?" she asked.




Innocence Lost Ch. 06



Chapter 6

Azlorik returned to the suite in a flourish. He spared Mistale not even a glance as he gathered a few items and packed them within a worn leather pack, teleporting out just as quickly. Mistale moved from her spot in front of the bedpost, trying to make some sense of what had just happened. He hadn't even acknowledged her. That seemed odd to her. Something must be happening. She shrugged and returned to the room with the comfy chairs and the book she'd picked to read. The adventure enthralled her. It piqued her interest. Most of his books dealt with arcane theory, anatomy and demonology. Why would Azlorik own such a trivial story about her surfacer kin? Was it to learn about them? Her brow furrowed. He was certainly quite contrary, at times. 

Mistale closed her eyes and imagined being back on the surface. She fondly recalled the days of running with a pack of wolves, of racing alongside Greymist. She missed her faithful companion and wondered where he was at this moment. Had he rejoined a pack? Would he remember her if she ever made it back to the surface? She sighed wistfully, missing the sound of the rain, the fury of a thunderstorm, the warmth of the sun and the smell of a fragrant breeze wafting over her skin.

As she reopened her eyes, a dark cloth draped over them. She squeaked, floundering about. Mistale dropped the book as hands closed over her wrists and lead her away from the chair. She felt herself being lowered to the floor in front of the fireplace. She knew the blue-black skin of an odd six-legged beast rested beneath her. It was silky and smooth against her sore back. 

She struggled as she felt someone cover her, feeling warm skin pressed intimately against hers. "Stop," she squawked.

A low chuckle rumbled in her ear. "Ele?"

She knew that voice. It was too gentle to be Azlorik's. It had to be his brother's. Azlesaonar had defied Azlorik and she knew she would surely pay for it one way or another. "You want this, little one. Don't deny it. I'll show you pleasure like you've never even imagined," he purred softly in her ear.

"No, stop! I can't. He'll kill me," she cried as fresh tears soaked her blindfold.

"No, he won't. I sent him on a fool's errand. He thinks he'll be able to get back into Matron Mother's good graces. He thinks he'll gather the information he was supposed to return with when he brought you home, but little does he know he's headed for failure. Worse than last time because this time he won't have you to keep him alive. Grumazz will be waiting for him, just like last time. And unlike last time, Grumazz will succeed. I've paid him well to ensure it. Now my pretty, you will be mine. Accept it." Azlesaonar crowed proudly before pulling her blindfold off. "You're mine now and I'm going to prove that to you. Never fear, ssinjin uss (sweet one), you won't suffer the whip. I have no need for violence in order to feel satisfied. Your sweet body will be all that I require."

She swallowed the lump that had formed in her throat and let a few tears fall. Azlesaonar watched her, studied her scarred flesh, memorizing the latticework of violence that marked her. "Xun naut ul'nusst, lotha uss (Do not cry, little one). Usstan orn tlu dosman. Neitar 'sohna orn dos tlu jivviim (I will be gentle. Never again will you be hurt.) I promise you that."

"I don't believe you," she shook her head frantically. "Let me go."

He silenced her protests with a hungry, possessive kiss, leaving no doubt in her mind that he wanted her. "You're mine," he told her breathing hard from the kiss.

She struggled beneath him. "I don't want this. I don't want you. You must stop now!" 

Azlesaonar shook his head, "You prefer violence to what I can offer you." Mistale nodded and looked away. "Take what I'm offering you and you'll never be hurt again. You'll be safe with me. Azlorik isn't coming back. I'll protect you from Matron Mother. You'll want for nothing."

"Yes, I will. You're not my master," Mistale's eyes flashed for a brief moment. "Go away!"

He studied her for several minutes. "As you wish, but know this. You'll die here without someone to protect you."

As quickly as Azlesaonar appeared, he was gone, leaving her lying upon the soft animal skin with wetness gathering between her thighs. She softly whispered Azlorik's name before making her way to the bed she shared with him. It looked inviting and she eagerly crawled into it. Her thoughts were full of her master and what she would tell him upon his return... if he returned. Oh great Goddess, she mentally beseeched, keep him safe for me. I want to be the one causing the light to fade in his eyes. I want to be the one who slams the knife deep into his black heart.

With that reaffirming script, she closed her eyes and sought her reverie.

O.O

The cave was lit with pale shimmering lichen and glowing green phosphorescent moss. The scribbled note from Kalar said the contact with the information he needed would meet him here. He scanned the cavern, peering around the large towering mushrooms for signs that anyone had hidden. To be sure he depressed the jewel within his cloakpin and activated the true seeing aura. When nothing appeared, he relaxed for a moment, before becoming vigilant and alert once more. 

His sensitive ears perked up and he retreated behind a mushroom stalk, crouching behind it as he pulled a potion vial from a pouch at his beltline. He removed the topper, quaffing it. It tingled as it slid down his throat, making his throat feel icy cool. Then he cast a spell to turn himself invisible. 

And he waited. 

He knew something was coming. Something didn't feel right. A sneaking suspicion lingered deep in his gut. Closing his eyes, he focused upon the mirrors that hung upon the wall in his suite. There was one in each room, making it easy for him to check up on Mistale. The image he saw within his library disturbed him greatly and he knew him being out here in the caverns beyond the city had to be a setup. So Azlesaonar thought he could steal little Mistale from him. How dead wrong he was. He watched as Mistale fended his twin off. Pride surged through him. He'd have reward his little slave for her obedience and her allegiance to him. 

Azlesaonar would pay dearly for all his carefully laid schemes to be rid of Azlorik, but first he'd take care of the one sent to ambush him. He smiled widely at the chance to turn the tables on his dear brother. Matron Mother would smile upon him for uncovering this duplicity.

The true seeing kicked in as five broad shouldered, barrel chested, green skinned, red eyed, massive Greatsword wielding Deep Orcs entered the cavern. Azlorik mentally went over the repertoire of spells he'd memorized that day. Muttering softly, he chanted a spell, calling to life massive webs that choked the entrance to the cave. Then relying on his innate abilities summoned a globe of magical darkness to fill the room. The Deep Orcs shouted. 

"The puny dark elf is up to his puny tricks. Find him and thrash him within an inch of his life." The leader barked, "We'll give him to Grumazz to finish off."

Azlorik blanched at the sound of that name. He knew Azlesaonar meant to kill him, but hadn't figured he'd resort to tapping the dreaded half-dragon half-troll to do the job for him. It made sense, though. Grumazz had nearly succeeded once and he would have if it hadn't been for Mistale's intervention. Perhaps House Kilsek wasn't behind the attempt on him after all. It had to be Azlesaonar and now his twin wanted his slave. But why? Why did Azlesaonar want Mistale though? Was it because she thwarted Azlesaonar's plan? And what would he do with her once he had her? 

Azlorik knew he was right not to trust his twin's line of how the darthiir pleased him. She wasn't nearly as comely as many of the drow females he'd been consort to were. Surely her pale flesh wasn't that appealing. He enjoyed seeing it blacken from the beatings he'd given her. He enjoyed ripping from her what she'd never willingly give. Or perhaps what she'd never willingly admit to was wanting to give. He knew she had enjoyed their last rendezvous as much as he had. He delighted in using the floggers on her. Next time, he'd use a thicker whip and focus on her breasts and her juicy sex. Perhaps he'd finally delve into the dark depths of her backside, ripping her anal cherry from her. A grin crossed his face while he manipulated another one of his inherent abilities, outlining the Deep Orcs with glowing purple fire. He'd enjoy sinking into the tight forbidden depths of her bottom after he striped her plump cheeks with his marks. Despite how much it pleased to think of violating her in a new delicious way, he knew he had to get his mind back on the matter at hand. He needed to destroy the orcs and take care of Grumazz once and all.

Whispering an incantation, he summoned several little spheres of energy to his hand and launched them at each of the Orcs. None of them were particularly bright and lashed out in the darkness as the luminous barbs seared their skin. Each one of the five bellowed and jostled around, bumping into each other. Azlorik chuckled as he spied a boulder to the left of the entrance. He focused on it telekinetically, lifting it into the air and thrusting it towards the head of the largest Deep Orc. It slammed him hard, splitting his head wide open like a ripe green melon. Greenish-red blood splattered in all directions before the near giant sized beast sank to its knees and hit the rocky floor in a trembling thud. Azlorik redirected the heavy missile, slamming the Deep Orc nearest to one he'd just hit. The careening projectile smashed its target, flattening it to the ground. The Orc bellowed wordlessly before the weight of the boulder crushed its chest in, silencing it effectively. 

Two down, three to go plus Grumazz, Azlorik ticked off in his head wryly. He had to save his major spells for the battle with the half-breed abomination. 

As the globe of darkness winked out of existence, Azlorik summoned another one and once more disoriented the stupid Orcs. They'd had enough time to catch sight of their defeated comrades. Scrambling about and barking expletives in their guttural language, each one searched for a way out of the darkness. That drow had to be there somewhere.

Azlorik chuckled to himself and levitated himself to the ceiling of the cavern, far above the Orcs' heads. He renewed the violet outline on each of them and called to his hand a putrid green ball of energy then he hurled it, catching his victim flush in the face with the killing orb. The spell exploded. The Orc fell where he stood, knocking one of his comrades off balance. Azlorik took advantage of that and hurled another spell, one that immobilized the fallen Orc. 

He laughed and called another to his hands, quickening its casting. Lowering himself into the darkness, he touched the shoulder of the remaining Orc, whispering the spell. As the spell took hold, magically forcing the orc he'd touched to be his friend he whispered his first command. "Kill for me," Azlorik directed before levitating away once more. 

Though the Orc tried to resist the command, he hefted his giant weapon and buried the massive greatsword into his comrade's belly and ripped upwards, spilling bowels, blood and intestines onto the ground. The held Orc howled in pain with its last dying breath. Four down, one to go as well as Grumazz. He grinned and cast another spell, summoning out of the stone a huge earth elemental. It dwarfed the remaining Orc by several feet and slammed its massive fists into the chest and head of its opponent. The Orc bellowed from the blows, slashing the elemental with his sword. Azlorik joined in the fight, blasting the Orc with bolts of lightning, arrows of flame and balls of erupting fire. 

The Orc screamed in pain and fought the elemental with every bit of strength it possessed. Greenish-red blood poured from several gashes, burn blasts and wounds from being pummeled by the elemental. Impatience drove Azlorik to throw out one final spell. He chanted loudly, pointing his finger at the Orc and sent a ray of foul life sucking energy at him. With a gasp of breath as the ray struck him, he collapsed to the ground. 

Azlorik dropped to the ground, exhaling sharply at the expenditure of power he'd delivered upon his foes. Grumazz was still out there, too. He knew he'd need the rest of his spells to defeat the abomination that had been paid to eliminate him. He dismissed the globe of darkness, standing near the huge earth elemental.

"GRUMAZZ!" Azlorik shouted, his voice echoing through the caverns. "Show yourself, you cowardly kobold. Your Orcs are dead. Face me, Grumazz."

A blast of flame incinerated the webs that choked the cavern's entrance. In stepped a green-scaled monstrous abomination with wings upon his back, razor sharp teeth that protruded from his large maw and sharp talons that extended from his long slender fingers. He towered above Azlorik by three full feet, nearly coming to eye level with the earth elemental. 

"It is unwise for you to challenge me, little worm," the half dragon half troll sneered as he fixed his lamp-like yellow eyes upon Azlorik. He clenched his fist around the pommel of a sword that was longer in length than the dark elf was tall. "I would have thought that our first battle would've proved that to you. You can't defeat me. Your puny spells will have no effect on me."

"That's what you think, but I know differently. You caught me unawares the last time. This time it is not so. My magic will obliterate your mere existence and no one will lament your passing." Azlorik retorted, and summoned this most potent spell in his spellbook to his hands. He smiled as the yellow and black pulsing ball of energy thrummed within his cupped palms. Wasting no time and not allowing Grumazz to come any closer, Azlorik hurled the spell at his foe, watching as it swirled around the half dragon half troll menacingly, launching acid, fire, lightning and sonic energy at the him. Grumazz screamed as the massive ball engulfed him. While the spell erupted, Azlorik levitated once more and took a deep breath. Calling upon the power of the potion he had quaffed before the Orc battle, he sent a cone of icy cold blasting at Grumazz. The shock of cold blended with the other damaging energies and dropped the beast to his knees. 

The next spell that Azlorik conjured into being shot a sickly green ray at his foe. It wrapped around Grumazz and turned him into dust, disintegrating the half dragon half troll before his very eyes. Azlorik exhaled and watched the Hellball he'd cast explode, shaking the cavern thoroughly before winking out of existence. Azlorik dropped to the ground and gathered his slain foe's possessions, including the greatsword and greatspear it wielded simultaneously. These would make great souvenirs of his accomplishment. 

Azlorik took a moment to recover from the amount of power he'd expended in this battle. He knew he'd have to rest and he couldn't think of a better place than in his bed with his slave pressed so intimately against him.

He gathered all the weapons of his defeated foes, also taking their heads as proof he'd slain them. With the flick of his wrist, he expended one final spell, teleporting himself back to his rooms. He found Mistale upon the bed and eagerly joined her.

Tomorrow he would confront his twin, but for now he would enjoy his luscious slave.



Innocence Lost Ch. 06



Purity was visiting Divin for no particular reason. She had just decided to leave the commune for a few weeks and see more of Brook. "Sauterelle's not the whole of Brook after all," she explained. She'd hitch-hiked across the district, occasionally having to repay the favour of a lift with sex ("But only if I like the driver!" she explained). She only happened to be in Divin because her last lift happened to drop her there and until she'd met Innocence she'd really seen no reason to prolong her stay. "It's pretty dull round here!" she exclaimed.

"But there's some very pleasant countryside," Innocence remarked. And so it was that after the two girls had finished their tea and biscuits, Innocence and Purity walked out of the town and into the woods above the town. Purity didn't seem to mind that part of the way led through some muddy paths and that she got mud caked on her feet. "It's totally natural and good for the soles!" She remarked while Innocence more daintily made her way around the puddles' perimeters holding up her gown to prevent it getting stained.

They were soon sitting side by side on a hillside looking over the town of Divin and the Convent where Innocence resided. "Doesn't this remind you of the first time?" Purity asked Innocence. Indeed it did but Innocence made no reply. This was a different time and a different place.

Purity leaned over with small traces of slightly damp grass attached to the hairs of her arms and legs and stroked Innocence lovingly on the face. "You never take your clothes off do you?"

Innocence started. "What do you mean?"

"Even though you're in Brook, you never take your clothes off," elaborated Purity.

"I can't! I couldn't!"

"Because of your beautiful prick!"

"I don't want people to know ..."

"Don't be silly!" laughed Purity reassuringly. "I know!" She stroked her mound of unruly pubic hair. "I know only too well! And I still often think about it!" She kissed Innocence tenderly on the lips. "You were my first true love! And I still think the best!"

And so it was that Innocence gradually lost her inhibitions and her clothes and for the first time since she was in Brook she dressed in the way that seemed most appropriate. It took Purity very little coaxing to convert Innocence's small act of daring, hidden as they were from view of other people, to full sex. Innocence's gown became the blanket on which the two protected themselves from the discomfort of the grass and small patches of mud and became the playground on which they fucked for several frantic hours. Innocence had forgotten how much she'd needed sexual satisfaction and her balls seemed to have no shortage of semen to release into Purity's cunt. There was no part of Purity's body that she didn't re-examine. She licked every rogue hair on Purity's legs. She rubbed off the dried mud from her feet and licked the last traces off with her tongue. Purity's mouth had developed a facility for swallowing her penis that she'd never had while the two were still at school and Innocence loved the tender squeeze of her black lover's throat on the throbbing end of her member, causing a sudden whoosh of semen which startled Purity and almost choked her.

When they'd finished and Innocence collected together her wymple and the gown that barely disguised her still excited penis, she felt a betrayal towards her order. "I'd sworn to dedicate my love to Jesus Christ!" She sobbed.

Purity kissed Innocence full on the mouth. "I don't believe that the Church is the best solution for you, my dearest," she said.

"But what is?"

"Somewhere where you'll be accepted fully for what you are. Somewhere that you'll feel no pain about being endowed in such an unusual way. Somewhere where you feel you belong."

"And where is that place? In your commune?"

"Maybe. But then one person's solution is not necessarily another's!"

To Be Continued...



Innocence Lost Ch. 07



In Which we learn about the pains of Humility; and Innocence leaves Religious devotion and we rediscover the virtues of Chastity.

When Sister Innocence had returned from Brook to her own Convent she was to find that Sister Charity's bed in her room had been taken by a new nun, Sister Humility, who seemed to take the literal meaning of her Christian name very seriously indeed. In fact, the first time Innocence met Sister Humility she was knelt down on the floor with her robe pulled forward over her shoulders and crouched on her feet, showing her bare back and her buttocks. She was looking at Sisters Faith and Hope who were, unusually, making love to each other without the cover of their bedsheets. 

This was odd, Innocence thought. Perhaps Sister Humility had a similar desire to masturbate as Sister Charity and a need for voyeurism to intensify her feelings. However, her innocent interpretation was soon disproved when with a sudden crack she saw Sister Humility's hand pop up followed by a length of cord which slapped against her back leaving a small trail of blood. Sister Humility was beating herself. 

When Sister Humility and the other two nuns noticed Sister Innocence they greeted her, and politely finished what they were doing. Sister Humility sat down on her bed, with her robe still gathered up to her neck at the back but covering the whole of her body at the front. For a woman who seemed to enjoy self-abuse she had a curiously child-like face with open blue eyes and a tiny nose. Sister Faith sat behind Sister Humility and tended to the fresh wounds that she had which were lost on a back full of scars from previous beatings which stretched from her neck to the top of her thighs. The scars were at their deepest and most frequent between the shoulders and on her buttocks. 

Sister Innocence learnt that her new room-mate believed passionately in mortification of the flesh as being the means towards salvation. As a result of daily punishing her sinful lusts, she would purify her soul such that at the Rapture the Lord's semen would arrive in her uncontaminated by other lusts. She had persuaded Sisters Faith and Hope, who cheerfully admitted an initial reluctance, to help her in her self-mortification by emulating the lust that she wished to ban from herself and which she believed she would beat out of her. "You can see," she admitted pointing to the many scars on her back, "that my thoughts have been less than pure and have required a great deal of humbling." 

Innocence resisted pleas by her room-mates that she either help Sister Humility in purging herself of her sinful carnal desires by emulating masturbation or sex or purge herself of such sins by similar self-mortification to that of Sister Humility. In fact, now that Sister Charity had gone she felt curiously lonely in the Convent. She realised now how much she'd needed Sister Charity's friendship. 

So, when she heard she had a visitor she at first thought and hoped that it might be Sister Charity returning from Brook. This, she admitted to herself, was unlikely as Sister Charity had seemed almost deliriously happy in her new home when they parted with a chaste kiss on the lips. She had made many new friends - many of whom shared her belief in the rightness of masturbating to thoughts of Christ's ultimate entry into their body and soul. In Brook, Sister Charity's views were not at all eccentric. 

Her visitor was in fact Kedi who Innocence hadn't seen since she'd left Alice's home. She was dressed more demurely than Innocence had ever seen her before - no doubt as a mark of respect for being in a Convent. However, the white cloth over her breasts and around her crotch didn't detract at all from the beauty of her otherwise naked body. She sat waiting on a chair in the reception room with her legs crossed and swinging her bare feet nonchalantly back and forth. She grinned widely as Innocence came in and sat nervously opposite her. 

Kedi explained that she had come to visit Innocence partly on the bidding of Chastity who was wondering how her sister was doing. She and Chastity were living together at a house they were renting in Wonderground near where Mouse and her parents lived, but she had been visiting some friends in Brook and had stopped at the Convent as it was en route. 

"I thought you'd still be living with Alice and Dinah," commented Innocence. 

"Well, Alice was very jealous and possessive, was she not?" remarked Kedi. "And it was very difficult when you and Chastity have left because Alice started to get upset when Mouse began to sleep with me. I thought I ought not to cause any more problems and when Chastity has come to visit me and said we can live together I didn't refuse." 

"How is Chastity?" 

"Your sister seems very happy. Much happier than when we have been together at Alice's. She says she is very much in love with me. In fact she says she has never loved anyone as much as she loves me now. But she says she loves you very much. And she is very much thinking of you now. Are you happy?" 

Innocence nodded, but she felt that perhaps she didn't express quite as much conviction as she might have done. Kedi gazed sympathetically into Innocence's eyes and her grin took on a slightly sadder tinge. 

"Do you think you like to be a nun? I have been very surprised when I had been told you become a nun. It must be strange for you." 

"Why strange?" 

"With your special gift," Kedi said without embarrassment. "And the life you and Chastity have led together: it has not been life like many nuns. Are you not supposed to be a virgin?" 

"I am a virgin!" 

"Perhaps," said Kedi diplomatically. "But Chastity thinks that you must find it more difficult as one who has known what it is like not to be a virgin or not very like one and to be a nun. Are you sure you are happy?" 

Innocence nodded ferociously. "As long as I serve my Lord I am happy," she said fervently. 

"Why?" 

"Because I know that when I die I shall be raised to Rapture and he will enter me and possess me and cover me with his Holy Semen and push his Holy Member deep inside me!" 

"Won't that be painful for you!" laughed Kedi. "And anyway I thought you have preferred the love of a woman." 

"Jesus Christ the Lord is different," insisted Innocence. 

"It is the first time I have heard that He is a woman," smiled Kedi. 

Kedi and Innocence continued talking in the reception room and then, with the Mother Superior's permission the two went for a walk in the woods around the Convent. As soon as Kedi felt that they were out of sight, she took off her clothes which she complained were uncomfortable and she walked along naked with Innocence holding her clothes in one hand and her free arm around Innocence's waist. Then, without warning, she let her clothes drop, wrapped her arms around Innocence more passionately and pushed her tongue deep inside Innocence's mouth. Taken aback Innocence reciprocated, but then she struggled free. 

"I can't!" she struggled. "I'm saving myself for the Lord!" 

"And just what have you got left to save?" asked Kedi, not put off at all, putting her hands inside Innocence's gown and grabbing her suddenly erect penis. 

And so it was that Innocence found herself making love with incredible passion with her sister's lover and as the sweat poured down her breasts and the salt was licked off by Kedi's tongue, reflecting on the commitment she still felt towards the Order. 

"Perhaps you should ask your Mother Superior to visit Chastity and me," suggested Kedi afterwards as they sat naked in the corner of a field by a small pond. "If you still wish to stay in the Order after you have stayed with us, then you will know for sure the extent of your commitment to your faith." 

"But I'll be misled!" 

Kedi laughed and licked Innocence's ear with her tongue. "We can only hope so!" 

Sister Innocence's Mother Superior was very saddened when Innocence confessed to her doubts that serving the order was best for her and accepted Kedi's advice that Innocence visit her sister and her. "We will of course pray for your soul and the hope that whatever decision you make that you will be ready to receive the Lord in Body and Soul at the Final Coming." Innocence nodded meekly, and said that she hoped that the Lord would come over all the members of the Convent at the Final Reckoning. Innocence left Sisters Faith, Hope and Humility feeling uncertain as to whether she'd ever see them again. She then rushed out and off to the railway station as fast as she could to hold back her thoughts and her tears. 

Her train journey to Wonderground took her by train, but she knew when she'd entered the district as the dress of the people there were just as Kedi had described. The men wore double-breasted suits and the women nothing but stockings, suspenders and stilettos, except for thick scarves which covered most of their breasts and large floppy hats which covered most of their faces. The quite disturbing effect Innocence found was that attention was diverted to the vaginas of all the women. None of these were shaved, as had been an earlier fashion, but she could see that many women had jewellery attached to them. Innocence felt as inappropriately dressed as when she was visiting Brook, but then she was a nun and in her order it would have been ostentatious to wear such clothes. 

Innocence used a street map supplied by Kedi to find her way through the suburban tree-lined streets - each identical to the last - to find her way to the house where her sister and her lover were staying. As she walked her flat sandals assisted her stride substantially better than the teetering heels of most other women. When she found the house, it was just one of many in a suburban terrace distinguishable most by the poorer state of the paint on the front door and a poster sellotaped to the inside of a window demanding equal rights for blacks. 

"Is this it?" wondered Innocence checking the number of the house against the address Kedi had supplied her and then ringing the door-bell. A muffled farting noise signalled some rustling inside and the pushing aside of a few locks. Then as the door opened she saw her sister dressed herself in the stilettos, suspenders and stockings of the district, but otherwise typically naked. Her hair was tied back into a ponytail and flopped over her shoulder down to her breasts. 

"Come in! Come in!" Her sister said hurriedly and then fussed her into the living room. Innocence sat down in a slightly worn armchair just by the gas fire and just opposite a large but battered television. "Make yourself at home, and take off some of your clothes." Innocence took off her wymple to reveal her shaved head which alarmed Chastity. "What have they done to you?" She shrieked. "You look terrible! Why don't you put on some other clothes?" 

"I don't have any other clothes," replied Innocence honestly. 

"They haven't been mistreating you, have they?" 

"Of course not." 

"But your hair..." 

"I chose to sacrifice my hair for the Lord." 

"Well, while you're here you can't dress like a nun." 

"Why not! I can't go round naked, can I?" 

The two sisters chatted together, and Innocence became further aware of the extent of her sister's incomprehension at her choice of vocation. However, she came round to agree that it would be inappropriate for her to dress like a nun while she was in a state of indecision as to whether to remain one. When Kedi arrived, dressed as always in nothing and making no concessions to the fashion of the district, she suggested that Innocence stay naked at home, but wear her gown when going out. Chastity tried to persuade Innocence to dress more fashionably - at least to wear stilettos and stockings - but Kedi sided with Innocence. "If she do not want to dress like that and if she wants to hide her gift of the gods from curious strangers then she has every right to do that." 

As the days went by, Innocence began to feel her adherence to her Holy Order was slipping past her. Perhaps, she considered, her attachment needed the constant reinforcement of being with other nuns and regular prayer. However if her faith could slip so rapidly after such a brief respite it may be that Kedi and her sister were right in saying that a religious vocation was not for her. (Chastity seemed to think that those who practised prostitution for Christ might be on to a good number, although she didn't like the idea of not being able to veto who you made love to.) 

At first, Innocence tried to resist the inevitable relaxation of her behaviour, but it wasn't too long until she decided to abandon wearing her gown altogether even though she continued shaving her head as a mark of spiritual respects. She decided to wear stockings and stilettos, but also opted to wear a dress and nickers to cover her penis. This made her seem quite eccentric, but not as eccentric as she might have seemed otherwise. She felt a bit uncomfortable in the district, and felt that she wasn't quite ready to be so immediately immersed in the world outside the Convent. 

She'd already succumbed to Kedi's advances, so she was unable to resist making love to her each night which Chastity initially seemed not to mind. "What matters is that my darling sister is happy!" she professed. After a while, Chastity seemed to get restless about her lover dividing her time so diplomatically between the two sisters. "I love you both," she complained, "but I get less than half of your attention." 

She gradually tried enticing Innocence into making love to her, but her sister resisted her attentions quite firmly. In fact Innocence became quite forceful in physically pushing her sister off her as she transferred her tongue from Kedi's vagina to the penis that was energetically thrusting into it. "When I make love to you," Innocence declared, "is the time I will definitely have left the Order." 

This time inevitably came, and when Chastity's mouth met her sister's and she wasn't pushed aside she knew that Innocence had left her religious vocation behind her. She hid her thoughts from her sister as Innocence's penis entered her for the first time that a penis had entered her at all since she'd left Une's lovers behind. She trembled as Innocence thrust away at her remembering their love sessions in the past and Chastity's little preferences. She orgasmed with a frightening intensity as Kedi and Innocence brought her to one, then two, then three and finally four climaxes. She shrivelled away with postcoital exhaustion and predicted to herself that the following day her sister wouldn't be shaving her head. 

And this indeed was what happened, but Innocence had made another decision. She brushed her hand over the stubble on her head sitting on a chair with no clothes on and staring over at Kedi and Chastity who were sitting close together naked but for Chastity's stockings. "I'm returning to Brook!" she announced. 

"Returning?" wondered Chastity. 

"I don't want to stay here," Innocence announced. "I need to go somewhere somehow more pure. Somewhere with simple principles." 

"And you think you'll find them in Brook!" Scoffed Chastity. "You're just as unlikely to find salvation or whatever you want in Brook as in a Convent. Brook is nothing more nor less than a naturist's paradise. You surely don't believe that nudity solves anything or makes things better?" 

Kedi sniffed. Her own attitude towards clothes was culturally determined but no less firmly felt for that. "If Innocence thinks Brook is the district where she is to be happiest, then she must go!" she opined. "It is a more good place than here. The people are more honest and more open." 

Innocence knew very little about such things as her only real experiences of Brook were the Convent there and her reunion with Purity - but these had impressed her. Perhaps she could find herself in Brook like her schoolfriend lover had. "I'm sure it will be good for me. And I must get away from everyone I know and think for myself." 

Chastity smiled indulgently. "I'll lend you some money to start off with," she agreed. "But you'll have to get a job while you're there." Chastity was earning good money in her job in a shop selling computers, video and audio equipment, and this together with Kedi's earnings as a street sex entertainer and some office cleaning made just enough for them to have saved enough money to be relatively generous. "When are you leaving?" 

"As soon as I can!" Innocence announced, stroking the unshaven hairs of her legs. She sipped slowly from her cup of coffee. "I just feel I've got to get moving!"

To Be Continued...



Innocence Lost Ch. 07-08



Chapter 7

Mistale stretched under the weight of soft fur blankets, luxuriating in their warmth. She hugged the pillow wrapped in her arms and snuggled into it contentedly. The pillow exhaled and hugged back. Her eyes flew open and connected with those of Azlorik's. 

"Master!" She cried, embracing him tighter, wrapping her arms and legs around him tightly. "You're alive!" It wasn't that he was alive that excited her. It was the fact that she'd still have the opportunity to kill him herself. She longed for that moment, craved it more than any she'd ever hoped for.

Azlorik cocked an eyebrow and pulled away from her. What had brought on such joy to his usually sedate little slave girl? That quandary puzzled him. "Yes, I'm alive. Is there any reason why I shouldn't be, slave?"

She licked her lips and exhaled nervously. She had to tell him the truth this time. She couldn't bear another beating with the whips. "Your twin. He came in here. He tried to bed me. He spoke of arranging your death. He said he could keep me safe from the Matron."

"I am aware of that, slave. His trap failed. Grumazz is dead. Is there anything else I should know?" 

Mistale shook her head, unable to think of anything else. He watched her closely, scrutinizing her every move, every blink of the eye, and every breath she inhaled. She was telling the truth this time yet something malicious still festered within her. She was still plotting her revenge against him. He could easily decipher her wayward thoughts and chuckled to himself. She still sought his death and nothing less than delivering it herself would suffice for her.

"You're learning your place then, slave, and for that I shall grant you a boon. Tell me what you desire and I will consider bringing it to fruition for you," he purred as he covered her with his body.

She flinched, looking away. "I ask for nothing, Master. There is nothing I desire. Nothing short of my freedom." Nothing short of your death.

He turned her face back to his and focused upon her blazing emerald eyes. "I won't grant you that, but I have something else in mind. Come with me, slave."

He pulled her off the bed and drew a couple scrolls from within a case. He concentrated on one, chanting the words upon it. And with a flourish of hands, the room around them disappeared. When she'd finally reoriented herself, she exclaimed with glee. A warm brisk breeze wafted across her face while silvery moonlight fell upon the darkness surrounding them.

He'd brought them to the forest she'd been in when she caught the scent of something amiss. This was the forest she'd viewed the Orcs in, the very same she'd hunted wild game. The place she'd gathered her herbs to heal Azlorik with. She danced around the small clearing, delighting in the moon and stars above her. 

Azlorik watched her every move intently. He gave her time to frolic and play before he swept her back to his suites. "You have not thanked me yet for my generosity."

Mistale threw her arms around him and pressed herself against him, kissing him breathlessly. He pushed her away roughly. "That is enough, slave. I suppose I will have to teach you what I mean by a proper thank you, but not at this moment. There is something I must see to. I expect you to be kneeling in front of the bed when I return. Then I shall instruct you on proper thanks."

Mistale shivered. He made it sound so ominous. "Yes, Master," she curtseyed and knelt down in front of the bed. "I shall be right here when you return."

He patted the top of her head. "Good slave." And then he was gone.

O.O

Azlorik paused before the door of his brother's rooms, mentally considering whether he should blow them wide open or not. The choice was made for him when the double door's swung wide open. Azlorik could see Azlesaonar standing in the middle of the room before him, poised to strike like a coiled snake.

Azlorik marched into the room and pulled the heads of the Orcs from his pack. He tossed each one of them at his twin's feet. "You'll have to try harder next time, dear brother. Grumazz failed. Grumazz is nothing but a pile of fine dust upon the cavern floor." He drew the weapons from the pack, holding each within his hands. 

"You are full of surprises, aren't you, my twin? I must have underestimated you this time. Fear not, I won't make that mistake again. If you'd have given me the girl like I asked for, this wouldn't be a problem."

"Says you? I don't believe that you really desire my slave, so tell me the real reason you want her so bad."

Azlesaonar shook his head. "That's my business, but let's just say I see something special in her. Now get out before I spill your secret to Matron Mother. I will have her, brother. You mark my words."

Azlorik laughed and threw an insolent grin at his brother. "Not if I kill her first." Then he disappeared from sight completely.

Azlesaonar hissed, calling upon the purple flames to outline his brother's retreating form, but he was nowhere to be seen. He hissed in frustration and kicked one of the Orc heads, watching it roll across the floor. He'd kill his brother, he would succeed, even if it was the last thing he ever did.

O.O

"I'll be gone a few days, slave," Azlorik informed Mistale one morning several days later. "You'll have some peace for a while. I give you run of the suite, but you will not be able to leave here. Nor will anyone else be able to enter. This especially means by brother. But if some miracle that someone does invade these rooms and you fail to tell me upon my return, then it will not bode well for you. You will suffer greatly as will the one who foolishly came in here. I give you permission to use whatever magic you have to feed yourself and heal your wounds. I expect a pleasant greeting when I get return."

She nodded her head. "Yes, Master."

"I've created a room you can bathe in, which is through those doors. They are unlocked now. I give you permission to wear this in my absence, but you may not have it on when I return. Are we understood, slave?" Azlorik barked, outlining his wishes for her. 

She curtseyed before him, accepting the silky dressing gown from him. "Yes, Master, it will be so."

"Now little Mistale, give your Master a kiss," he purred sensuously.

She gaped at him for a moment, gaped because he'd used her name instead of referring to her as 'slave.' She recovered quickly and wrapped her arms around him, offering up her lips to him for a tender kiss. He deepened it, his tongue invading her mouth. His arms caressed her, drawing her very close to him. "Good slave," he murmured against her mouth before he pulled away from her. He stroked her hips and bottom very possessively. "I shall return. Do not disappoint me."

She nodded and watched as he left the room. Azlorik stopped a moment to magically ward the door and room, making it impenetrable. If all went well, Matron Mother would be very pleased. He knew he dared not fail this time. Too much was at stake. Surely Matron Mother would make good on her threat to kill him or worse yet, turn him into a drider. He certainly didn't want that. 

Casting another spell, he teleported himself out of the Dryaalis complex and headed across the cavern that housed the City of T'larghaun. He knew his mission wouldn't be easy. He cast another teleport, hoping to throw off anyone who might be watching or following. This time he made the jump to a side cavern where within waited a small band of highly trained houseless Drow males. These rebels, exiles and renegades only gave their allegiance if the price was right. He'd paid them what they asked, knowing they were expendable, but would get the job done.

He pulled out a map of the Naerth complex, laying it upon a flat topped rock, and outlined his plan. He made sure members of the attack squad knew exactly what their goal was. He knew what he had to do. The Matron would be pleased that he launched a surprise attack against House Naerth before they could mobilize against House Dryaalis. She would be even more pleased when he gave her the ultimate gift. 

O.O 

A day stretched into two and then three. Boredom set in as Mistale wandered through the suite of rooms. She'd read every book Azlorik owned. She'd brewed a few draughts with his more than ample supply of ingredients. She'd smiled as she found the recipe book on how to turn certain spells into potent potions. A wide smile came over her and a feeling of accomplishment filled her as she poured her latest potion into a vial. She just hoped it worked. She needed it work. 

Drinking it down, she gave it time to do what it was supposed to do. Then she closed her eyes and concentrated. Fly, she whispered and spread her wings, flying from one room to another before perching upon the cage Azlorik had kept her in at the very beginning. Joy spread through her. She dropped to the floor and focused her energies. This time she transformed into a wolf. Loping into the bathing room, she peered into a large mirror that covered one entire wall. I've done it! She yipped and howled, bounding about the room excitedly. 

I've done it!

And hopefully Azlorik would be none the wiser. Mistale needed to keep this a secret from him until the time was right. He mustn't know. He mustn't suspect. 

Her thoughts turned to her handsome master. Soon he would no longer be the one in control. Soon Azlorik would pay for all he'd done to her. She transformed back into herself and preened before the mirror. Most of the bruises had healed, her skin once again looked like pale moonlight. She shifted in the mirror and noted how even the scars on her back had faded away, smoothed over by her magic. Soon she would bear no trace of Azlorik on her body. 

Mistale sauntered back into the bedroom and squeaked in fear as she came face to face with five Dark elf females, one of which she recognized as Azlorik's mother.

"What do we have here?" The purr of her voice slipped over Mistale like silk.

Mistale immediately dropped to the ground, supplicating herself before the Matron. 

"Take her. I'll deal with Azlorik when he returns," Matron Sabrae smiled wickedly. The snake headed whip wriggled and writhed from its sheath at her hip.

O.O

Four days later, Azlorik returned to his rooms, feeling utterly triumphant and carrying a leather pack full of goodies for the Matron. He was tired, but the coup had been successful.

"Mistale," he called out, his brow furrowing. He was met with abject silence. He frantically searched each and every room in his suite, checking the armoire and even beneath the bed, but found all of it empty. His rage flared. He left his rooms behind, heading for the chapel. His twin had better not have stolen his property. 

He stormed into the chapel, forgoing the niceties of bowing and scraping piteously before the Matron Mother. "Where is she?" Azlorik demanded, angrily.

The veil of his sisters parted behind Matron Sabrae, revealing a bloodied scrap of elvenkind shackled at the wrists and ankles to a standing X. The Matron advanced on her belligerent son, slashing the exposed skin of his chest with her writhing nine-headed snake whip. "Kneel," she countered, lashing him a second time when he didn't obey quickly enough.

With a snarl, Azlorik went down on bended knee before her. He lowered his rage filled eyes.

"I ordered you to be rid of that iblith, but she's still alive. Why is that, waela jaluk (stupid male)? Give me one reason not to disintegrate both of you?" She tapped her spiky black high heels on the floor while tapping her writhing snake headed whip against her thigh.

From his leather pack, he pulled six wooden boxes and opened each of them, setting them on the altar before the Matron. "This is why you will not kill me. We need not worry about the attack from House Naerth," he grabbed the head of Matron Mother Narcelia Naerth and laid it out before his mother, her face a wretched mask of pain locked in death.

"How is this possible, Azlorik?" A wicked grin crossed the Matron's face. "And why didn't you clear this with me first? How many of our slaves did you sacrifice in this bloody coup?"

"No slaves, Matron Mother, but I have added to ours exponentially with the addition of House Naerth's. I hired a band of highly skilled mercenaries. We attacked quickly and efficiently, taking out the Matron and her daughters first. With no one to give orders, the clean up was a piece of cake. I made it seem like an unfortunate accident happened within the Naerth complex so no one would point a finger at you, Matron Mother."

She smiled approvingly, but continued her interrogation. "And what of the mercenaries? I don't want them perpetrating this kind of attack on us."

"They won't because they're all dead by my hand." Azlorik grinned evilly. "Now do you still wish to kill my slave?"

"Why is the bit of filth important to you?" Matron Sabrae cocked an eyebrow while peaking into each of the boxes at the heads of the Naerth daughters and sons, priestess daughter Valas, Z'ress and her twin brother Zeerith, Balaena and Alystin. Each were gruesomely mangled and bloodied. A satisfied smile crossed Matron Sabrae's face.

"Matron Mother, before I answer your question, may I ask one of my own?"

"As long as it isn't a stupid question."

He inclined his head and gave the phrasing of his inquiry some thought. "How is it you learned that I'd kept Mistale?"

"Ahlysaaria mentioned you'd warded your rooms. I wanted to know why."

Azlorik turned his gaze to his older sister, scrutinizing her thoroughly. He noted she held the chain that was fastened to Mistale's collar. 

"You went to great lengths to keep this flagrant duplicity from me, dalharuk (son). The wretched kivvil (surfacer) must mean something to you. If I allow you to keep her, what will you do with her?"

Azlorik knew where this conversation was heading. He knew all too well what the Matron wished to do with Mistale, but he was unwilling to give her up just yet. He hadn't squeezed every ounce of fire from her yet. Only then would he sell her. "Usstan orn ser ilta 'zil ussta zil (I will keep her as my consort). Il quallar uns'aa (she pleases me)."

Matron Sabrae raised an eyebrow at him again. "And do you think this to be a wise decision?"

"I've been training her to the whip. She's beginning to accept and enjoy it. Azlesaonar wants her for himself. He says she is pleasing to the eye and that's why he desires her, but I believe that is false. If she becomes my consort, then she is more than just a slave. She has more value to me and to the house than just being a slave. She is a competent healer. Plus she is oh so fun to toy with." Azlorik replied, knowing that his honesty could backfire upon him. He knew it all depended on how generous the Matron was feeling and how appreciative she was of eliminating a rival house.

"You wish her to have certain rights amongst us?" Ahlysaaria spoke up after a nod from Matron Sabrae. 

"She is a darthirii, one of our surfacer cousins. Any dalhar (child) that came from the union would be raised with the best interest of the house in mind. She was untouched before me. Why does my personal slave matter when I've brought hundreds of kobolds, svirfneblin, goblins, orcs and even rivvil (human) slaves to our house, all compliments of House Naerth? Matron Mother Narcelia's patron Qua'laen is also one of the slaves."

Matron Sabrae cocked an eyebrow, but said nothing further. Delight seemed to twinkle in her red eyes.

"And if she expects to be treated as an equal?" Ahlysaaria asked, mildly unsatisfied with her brother's answer.

"She will not. I will make sure of that. Her place is in my bed and that is where she will stay. I can confine her to my rooms to further the assurance that she will not expect equal treatment from us. She knows her place. Shall I demonstrate?" 

Both Matron Sabrae and her oldest daughter grinned at the same time. "Yes, demonstrate, and it had better be good." The Matron purred, motioning to Ahlysaaria to let Mistale off her leash. 

Ahlysaaria yanked the leash loose, removed the shackles and shoved Mistale towards Azlorik. She yelped as she stumbled, scrambling over to Azlorik. She licked her lips, knowing what he wanted. He showed her this was the proper way to show her thanks to him.

She reached for the drawstrings on his black breeches, nimbly untying them. She tried to control her shaky fingers as she unlaced the drawstrings on his pants. Once loosened she shoved them down to his knees, and fisted the swollen cock with both hands. She licked her lips nervously in anticipation, her mind running in circles because there was an audience. Before it had only been him and her. The dark elves habit of being blatantly and openly sexual had shocked her. Her kind weren't this free and open. She blushed bright red as she recalled being forced to watch Matron Sabrae and her patron protector, Elamshin copulate upon the altar here in the chapel. A groan escaped her lips. She knew what would happen if she failed her Master. If the Matron Mother didn't kill her, Azlorik certainly would. 

She drew in a deep breath. Concentrate on the task at hand, she repeated over and over. Mistale adjusted her hold on the silken heat of Azlorik's cock and urged the smooth head to her lips. Azlorik grabbed hold of her head, moaning and entwining his fingers through her silky tresses. Mistale spared him a brief glance, but returned her full attention to the cock in her mouth. 

She slid her hand to the base, and her fist brushed the bare skin of Azlorik's groin. Mistale laved the head of Azlorik's cock with her tongue, tickling the spot just underneath the head. Keeping her mouth wet, she slid her lips and tongue down the shaft, urging Azlorik's hips closer to her mouth by squeezing a firm ass cheek with her other hand. 

"Ahhhhhhhhh," Azlorik moaned, his hips rolling easily under Mistale's guidance. A string of words spilled from Azlorik's mouth, none of them coherent. The tone, however, sounded like cursing. So Mistale figured by that, and by the way Azlorik's hips kept rolling for her, that she was doing all right. Perhaps he wouldn't beat her senselessly once he had her alone.

Mistale hummed and wetly sucked her way back to the tip. She began sucking, up and down, slurping, letting Azlorik hear it, and letting her tongue rasp the sensitive skin. She jacked her hand up and down the length of his shaft; occasionally peaking to see just how much Azlorik liked what she was doing. He seemed to like it all. The cursing continued, and his hips started to snap, groin pressing against the hand Mistale had clasped around the base of his cock.

"By Lloth..."

Mistale growled, loving the low rasp in Azlorik's voice. She spat on her hand and jerked Azlorik's throbbing cock. That was it. Azlorik cried out, hips twitching violently. Everything squeezed, and warm cum shot out into Mistale's slurping mouth. She hastily licked him clean, savoring the pungent flavor of his release. Azlorik hissed, and Mistale released him, a smile on her face as she licked her lips once again.

He stroked her hair and allowed her to pull his pants back up and retie them. He turned his gaze to the Matron and grinned wickedly. "Was my demonstration sufficient?"

"For now, my son, you may keep the iblith kivvil. Truthfully I don't see why you desire her pale flesh. You could have taken one of darling Narcelia's daughters as your plaything. Valas always was quite comely. Not so much now, though. Now get her out of my sight and make sure you bathe her thoroughly. Her stench offends me."

Azlorik bowed respectfully and pulled Mistale along with him until they reached his rooms. He shoved her none too gently into the room, slamming the door behind them. Mistale squawked when she noticed that look on his face. She trembled and prostrated herself at his feet, kissing the top of his boots frantically. He snarled and kicked her, knocking her off balance. "Get out of my sight until you've bathed, waele ssindossa (stupid whore)."




Innocence Lost Ch. 07-08



She scrambled into the bathing room he'd created for her use. She quickly ran the pool full of warm water, removing a sponge and a vial of jasmine scented soap from a shelf. She washed her body before taking time to scrub her hair as well. The soap and water stung the multitude of bruises, lashes and open wounds that dotted her flesh. She climbed out, dried off and expended a great deal of magic healing the wounds. She just hoped Azlorik wouldn't be angered at her for doing so. She returned to the main room and went in search of him, locating him in his lab. He paid no attention to her as she knelt before him, watching him work at the potion making apparatus. She remained there, waiting patiently while he pointedly ignored her, brewing several different potions. 

When he finished, he left her kneeling there and exited his suites. Thoughts filled his head. Just what was he going to do with Mistale? The discipline and violence no longer sustained his interest. Why hadn't he allowed the Matron to dispose of her, sacrificing her to the Spider Queen in thanks of a successful raid? Azlorik knew he could throw her into the slave pits or sell her off to someone who'd put her in the fighting arena. He knew she wouldn't survive for long either way. She wasn't strong enough to be sold to the duergar in order to work countless hour's nonstop mining adamantine. Perhaps he should send her back to the surface and be done with her, but that didn't appeal to him either. What was he to do about Mistale? 

O.O

Mistale knew something was troubling Azlorik. He'd never blatantly disregarded her before. Perhaps it was time to recapture his interest in her. She dashed into the torture room and removed one of his favorite whips from its hooks then she returned to the bedroom and knelt before the bed, patiently waiting for him to return. She'd offer her body up to his need for domination, anything to bring him out of this odd melancholy mood he seemed to be in.

Hours crept by as she watched the glow in the bowl go from yellow to orange and finally deepest blue. Fatigue plagued her. Her knees ached. Her feet tingled. She doubled over, her bottom in the air while she rested her forehead on the carpet. It was in that position Azlorik found her in when he returned to his rooms. "Slave," he barked, causing her to lurch up and squeal from the pain of her stiff limbs. "What are you doing?"

She blinked, clearing her head of the sleepy cobwebs and presented the whip to him. "Waiting for you like a good slave," she humbly murmured. 

He drew close to her. She could smell the alcohol that wafted off his breath. "Not now, slave. Put the whip where you found it and go to bed. I have no desire for you tonight."

Mistale gasped sharply. Did he no longer desire her pain anymore? She climbed to her feet, whimpering at the pins and needles feeling zinged through her limbs. "Master, have I displeased you?"

He glared at her, his amber eyes narrowing. He couldn't answer that. "Do as I have bid you, Mistale. Consider yourself lucky you have not drawn my ire this night."

And so Mistale returned the whip to its place on the post before making her way back to the bed. He stopped her before she climbed under the covers. "Not my bed, slave. You'll have your own from here on out until I decide what I'm going to do with you."

Mistale quaked worriedly at his words. What did he mean? She chewed on her lower lip as he led her to a small room off the bathing room he'd created with his magic. It housed a single bed, an armoire, a vanity with mirror and a comfortable chair. "This is your room from now on. You'll still have run of the suite, but I'd rather you stay out of my sight. If I need your services, I'll let you know. Bwael isto, lotha uss (good night, little one)."

Tears welled in Mistale's eyes and spilled down her cheeks. Her worst nightmare had come true. He'd lost interest before she could ensnare and destroy him. Now how would she kill the bastard? Her mind worked furiously. "Go to bed, Mistale. I have no time for your waterworks. You may have this to wear from now on. If I desire to see you without it, you'll know." He held in his hand the dressing gown he'd given her before he'd led to attack on House Naerth. 

She gaped at him and took it nonetheless. "Why?"

"I don't have to explain myself to you, slave. But I will tell you that despite what I told Matron Mother, I've lost interest in you as my plaything. You are less than nothing to me. Consider it a boon. I'll let you know what I've decided upon as far as your fate. Now cease this tedious groveling and go to bed."

She sniffled, pulled the dressing gown on and trudged away to the small bed. She tucked herself into it and shifted about to get comfortable upon the hard surface of the straw mattress. 

Tears poured down her cheeks until her eyes stung and her head ached unmercifully. Now what was she to do?

Chapter 8

Mistale's days soon became full of mindless reading and brewing potions in Azlorik's alchemist's lab. She hardly ever saw him anymore and when she did, he rarely spoke to her. When her menses came and went she knew her time was growing short. She fully expected him to sell her at any time, though part of her dreaded the thought. She felt relatively safe here within his House, despite everything he had put her through. He couldn't sell her. It was too soon. Her vengeance wasn't complete yet.

Her ears perked up as someone entered the suite. She sprang out of her chair and headed for the main room, coming face to face with Azlorik and a comely dark elf female, one Mistale hadn't seen before. Envy filled her. She glared at Azlorik angrily as their eyes met. He cocked an eyebrow at her before continuing his conversation with his companion. Rage topped the mountain of emotions Mistale experienced. Softly she began to chant, calling to her to her hands a spell she didn't often use. She pointed a finger at the female and allowed the spell to discharge. The necromantic energy along with the hate and rage Mistale channeled into the spell engulfed the beautiful woman causing her to drop to the floor with a thud.

"What have you done?" Azlorik turned on Mistale, stalking over to her. He drew his hand back and delivered a vicious slap. "Have you lost your mind, slave?"

"If you dare bring another woman here, you will be next," Mistale retorted and called to her hand another spell. Once unleashed a globe of brilliant yellow sunlight filled the room, engulfing both of them. Azlorik groaned at its intensity and covered his eyes, hiding them away from the brightness. With a concentrated effort, he chanted a few arcane words and dispelled the sun bright globe. Then he launched himself at Mistale. 

"Stupid bitch, what is wrong with you?" He was on her in an instant, knocking her to the floor as his body slammed into hers. 

"How dare you bring another woman in here?" Mistale screamed and cast another spell, calling down a flame strike against the dark elf male that loomed over her. She rolled out of its path, watching as it seared him and caught some of his clothing on fire. 

Screaming in pain, he patted his clothing down, doing all he could to extinguish the flame. "Damn you, whore. One more spell out of you and I'll kill you."

"I dare you, Azlorik," Mistale sneered his name, spitting in his direction. 

He cocked an eyebrow and summoned a sickly green ray to the tips of his fingers. It lingered there for a moment or two while he spoke. "That's Master to you, slave, and I will fuck any one I damn well please. I don't ever recall having to ask permission from you."

She glared at him, standing her ground with hate filled angry eyes. Color painted her cheeks, making them appear a bright red. 

When she didn't speak, he continued. He watched her every move, noted how tense her body was and how tight she seemed to be wound.

"Matron Mother will be highly displeased at this turn of events. You've grown far too bold," he advanced on her still holding the putrid green ray in hand. It danced upon his fingertips and seemed to give off a hum. "I could easily kill you with this. I could kill you as easily as your death ray snuffed out the life of poor little Miz'ri. Or I could sell you to K'yorl and let his House extract revenge on you. Your death would most likely be excruciating and long in coming. The thought of watching you suffer makes me very hard."

Mistale shuddered at the thought of being tortured to death. "Who is K'yorl?" She swallowed the lump that formed in her throat. 

"Weapons master and chief assassin of House Kilsek and Miz'ri's brother. He did me a favor by eliminating my dear twin. Yes, slave, Azlesaonar is dead. I paid him to kill my brother. He was more than happy to get rid of him. You see, just like I graduated with higher honors from Sorcere than Miz'ri, my dear twin beat out K'yorl at Melee Magthere. The only reason Azlesaonar wasn't the Weapons master of House Dryaalis was because he couldn't defeat Elamshin, patron to my Mother."

Her eyes never left his. She refused to flinch or grovel before him. She poured all the haughtiness inherent to her kind into her words. "Then you'll have to kill me, male, because I will not allow you to sell me. I have the power to collapse this entire complex, perhaps even create a rift that'll destroy the entire city of T'larghaun. You have sorely underestimated the power of my druidic magic. I could change shape into that of a dragon or an elemental, or even a spider. I could be free of this place before you were ever aware of it."

He rolled his eyes and chuckled insolently. "And you would die as soon as you transformed, stupid whore," he taunted in return. "The geas would take care of you and I wouldn't even have to dirty my hands."

Mistale burst out in hysterical cackling laughter. Azlorik raised an eyebrow at her. "Nice try, male, but your geas... I broke it. You're not the only one who has access to powerful magic. I've already changed form many times as of late. I considered turning into a fire breathing golden dragon the moment I saw you walk in here with that drow whore. I heard the intimate words you spoke to her. I could see it in your eyes that you wanted to fuck her."

"Perhaps I did, but that's none of your business, slave. You obviously forget that I am your Master. You would do well to remember that," Azlorik ground out angrily.

"And if I choose not to? Will you resort to raping me again? Will you beat me within an inch of my life again? Or will you finally make good on your threat to kill me? Come now, stupid male, put up or shut up."

Azlorik's eyes narrowed dangerously and he let go of the spell he'd been holding. He shot it straight at Mistale who countered with a spell of her own that she'd been silently holding. The two struck each other, canceling out each other's energy. 

"Slave, you are trying my patience," he hissed and lunged at her. If spells didn't work on her, he'd kill her with his two hands. Mistale was ready for him. She released the second spell she'd held in reserve and watched as her death ray hit him square in the chest. He shuddered as his beautiful amber eyes rolled into the back of his head, and dropped at her feet. She kicked his still body, relishing that he would torment her no more. 

Mistale expelled the breath she'd been holding. She'd done it. Azlorik had paid for his harsh treatment of her and now she could leave this wretched place. She helped herself to some of the more interesting things within his room, stowing them within the magical backpack he had often used. She filled it with potions she'd brewed, scrolls she'd scribed, and her personal possessions he'd kept from her. As a souvenir, she grabbed the two floggers he'd used upon her most often. 

Mistale felt no remorse as she donned her favorite dark green and silver armor. Putting it on after several months of not wearing it made her feel nostalgic. She smiled as she donned her cloak. She felt the need to return home, even though she knew nothing remained due to the Orc attack. 

Mistale headed to the bathing room her now dead Master had created and cast a spell upon one of the tall leafy plants that sat in one of the corners. She watched it glow and knew this spell would take her within a day's travel of where she wanted to go. She glanced back into the room where the bodies of Azlorik and Miz'ri lay. Conjuring a sphere of fire, she sent to hurling towards the bed, hoping it'd ignite and burn this place to the ground. 

She had longed for this moment, had envisioned it her mind countless times. She'd done her best to appear beaten by Azlorik, to make him drop his guard with her. It had finally paid off and she couldn't have been more pleased.

And as she watched the bed burn, she turned her thoughts toward moving on with her life and putting this all behind her.  But first and foremost in her mind, she wanted to see the sun again, to feel its warmth on her skin and breath in the fragrant scent of a gentle breeze. She stepped into the glowing plant and focused on another that was near a bubbling stream. 

"Freedom," she whispered as she drank in the beauty of the forest around her, "Wondrous glorious freedom."

The End



Innocence Lost Ch. 07



NOTE: This is a continuing story of Innocence Lost (under incest). Thank you for all the feedbacks, comments and suggestions especially from readers who are anxious of the series. Warning: Not suitable for grammar anal readers.

INTRO: It's toward the end of the school year; Josh (19) and his girlfriend Sheryl (18) are planning for their prom night. Sheryl has blond curly hair and a little taller than Tammy (Josh's sister) at 5' 5". 

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School is basically over for the juniors and seniors, most students were just preparing for the prom and some are just doing their school projects for extra credit or just to make up for their grades in order to graduate.

Josh and Sheryl were on their way to the mall to pick out a dress for her to wear. She actually knew what dress but she just wanted Josh to see it before she buys it.

"My parent's will send me on a vacation as a graduation present." Josh told Sheryl.

"Really, where to?"

"I'm not quite decided yet?"

"You mean you got to choose where to go?"

"Yup!" Josh said and looked at her with a grin on his face.

Sheryl playfully punched Josh on his arm, Josh reacted with his own and their car swerved a little and said, "Whoa! Watch it!" as he straightened the car and then laughed at her as she screamed and then punched him again a little harder this time.

"Stop playing around!" Sheryl yelled.

"You're the one who punched me!" Josh countered.

Sheryl was just quiet and looked straight at the road ahead of them.

"What's wrong babe?" Josh asked after a few moments.

"Nothing, I just wish I could come along with you." Sheryl said with a sad tone in her voice.

Josh looked at her briefly, "Well, do you think I'll go with out you? You know me better than that."

Sheryl looked at him with excitement and then went to hug and kiss him.

"Whoa, stop! We could do that later; we might not get to attend our prom you know?" Josh said as he recovered to straighten the car once again.

A car honked at them a couple of times as it passed them on their right and saw the man driving gestured a "Crazy or what the hell attitude" or something in that manner.

Josh and Sheryl looked at each other and then laughed.

"Are you serious about taking me along?" Sheryl asked as they calmed down.

"You know I am."

"I can't afford to, you know that and your parent's won't be paying for two are they?"

"Don't worry about it, I got it covered."

"I wish I could but I can't think of a way how you can?"

Josh didn't want to tell her how he could afford to pay for her but she won't stop pestering him about the matter. He finally told her that he's going to sell the equipment that Rick left him and he already had it appraised. The price he's getting will be more than enough to pay for her share of the trip and some spending money. The only thing is that if her parents will allow her to go.

"I'm quite sure that mom will not object to it. She won't say no when it comes from you." Sheryl said.

"Oh, really? She knows we're going to fuck too, right?"

"You dork! She's not that dumb."

"She knows that you're no longer a virgin?"

"It's her idea to have me on pills in the first place."

"OK, so she knew. Will she let you go along though?"

"Well, it would be nice if you ask her for me." Sheryl suggested.

Josh was quiet for a moment then shrugs his shoulders.

"Speaking of pills, where do you get them?" Josh asked.

"Why?"

"Tammy wants to know so she could get it her self. She doesn't want to bother you and take your supply."

Sheryl took a piece of scrap paper and pen from her purse and wrote all the info for Tammy and then placed it in the glove compartment. "How's your sister doing, I assume she has a boyfriend?" She asked as she closed the glove compartment.

"She's doing great. I believe she mentioned someone she's going to the prom with, but I'm not sure if they're going steady." Josh said not mentioning about loosing his sister's cherry to him.

"That's great, are we all going together?" Sheryl asked.

Josh wasn't paying attention to her at the moment, the image of his sister flashed before him. All that happened that special night went through his mind and the day he fucked his sister and mother along with dirty old man Rick. 

Sheryl noticed Josh wasn't paying attention and she nudged him bringing him back from where his thoughts were.

Josh didn't realized that he's having a boner till he felt Sheryl shook him and felt the hardness of his cock straining to get out of his pants. He looked at Sheryl, "Sorry, did you say something?"

"What's the matter is something wrong?"

Josh shook his head, "I was just thinking of the Caribbean." Josh said.

"What?" Sheryl asked with a questioning look on her face. "What are you talking about?"

"I just thought of going to the Caribbean, maybe one of the islands?"

"Oh!" Sheryl was quiet for a second, "That's nice, I like that."

Josh's cock was still hard and he wanted to fuck really badly. He glanced at Sheryl and gave her a lustful look.

"O oh, I don't like that look in your eyes" Sheryl said before she looked down his crotch and noticed the bulge in his pants; "I knew it!" she finished with a grin.

"You think your mom will be home at this time?" 

"She's at work."

Josh changed lane and took the next turn as soon as he heard her reply. Sheryl just smiled but teasingly asked him where he thinks they're going?

"Your dress could wait till later can it? Besides you said you already picked what you like."

Sheryl was getting excited at the thought of Josh's idea, since it's been over two weeks the last time they both had sex. She didn't answer his question but instead leaned closer to him and started to caress the bulge in front of his pants.

Josh got excited even more as he felt her hands against his aching bulge, as she rub and squeeze it through the fabric. He tried to shift his butt to a more comfortable and pleasant position and at the same time tried to drive as fast as he could through the side streets to Sheryl's house.

A few minutes later, Josh parked his car at the curb in front of Sheryl's small but nice and cozy home. As soon as the car stopped, Sheryl got out of the car and ran towards the front door with keys on hand. Josh was quicker than she was and was behind her before she even turned the key to unlock the door. He held her by the waist as he kissed her neck and she was giggling as she opened the door and Josh closed it behind him as they entered the house.

Sheryl turned around and reached up to pull his head down a little towards hers and planted a passionate kiss.

Josh leaned down to return her kiss and his hands start to roam all over her as she clings around his neck. He cupped her left breast through her bra and blouse gently as he squeezed her tight right ass cheek through her tight fit jeans.

Sheryl broke her kiss as she gasped in pleasure and completely let go of her grip as she turn around and starts to walk through the hall way and to her bedroom with Josh trailing behind.

She closed the door as Josh got in and when she went to face him, he was already unzipping his pants. She watched as he let his pants down followed by his under shorts, exposing his big erection. She approached him and knelt in front of him as she held its stiff cock and slid her delicate hand up and down its shaft. 

Josh watched Sheryl stroke his cock and caress his ball sack with her other hand. She looked up at him as she opened her mouth to accommodate its swelling cock head. He watched as she engulfs its entire head and felt her lips tightly against his shaft as she starts to suck it.

Sheryl did her best to suck his big cock and once in a while would lick its head and its entire length. She sucked, licked kissed and stroked his cock in gusto, giving him the best blowjob she know how. She would hear his moan in approval, as he would move his hip in rhythm of his sucking, his cock sliding in and out of her lovely lips.

Josh watched his cock slid in and out of Sheryl's but sometimes saw his sister Tammy instead when he closes his eyes, imagining and reminiscing. His cock got so hard that he thought he's going to come and quickly pulled his cock out of her mouth and held his shaft tight hoping to stop his cum from jutting out, which he did.

Sheryl looked up and saw the concentration on Josh's face as he held his cock. She thought he's going to shoot his load but became obvious that he wants to hold it. She was getting ready to let out his cock because she doesn't allow him to come in her mouth and he knew it as well, but she was glad when he slipped his cock out of her mouth.

Josh gasped as he felt the orgasm that he stopped from coming and then stroked his cock a few times before he let it go and then helped Sheryl to stand up. He then starts to unbuckle, unbutton and unzip her jeans and Sheryl starts to unbutton her blouse till it slid off her shoulders then followed by her bra.

He guided her towards the bed and before she sat down, she slid her sneakers off her feet leaving her white socks. As soon as she sat down, she laid her back on the bed and then felt Josh starts to slide her jeans off and then her cotton panties. 

Sheryl lay down on the bed, completely naked except her pair of socks. Her legs hanging at the edge of her bed and partly spread till she felt his hands on her knees as he pushed them aside. Her excitement riveted through her body as she anticipates what he's about to do. She felt her wetness trickle out of her snatch as her legs spread wider exposing her slit.

He slid his hands from her knees to the back of her thighs and pushed them up and wide apart, completely exposing her pussy. He saw her cunt juice flow and down to her ass. He glanced at her face and saw her eyes closed and breathing heavily perhaps from her excitement. He smiled and positioned his head between her legs and starts to kiss her inner thighs, alternating between the two.

Sheryl gasped as she felt his lips against her thighs, electrifying feeling surged through her thighs and to her mound. She felt his kiss go further, inch-by-inch till it reaches her wet aching pussy.

Josh starts to lick her slit slowly, up and down with the tip of his tongue. It goes deeper and deeper as he traced her opening, tasting her cunt juice overflowing with excitement. He heard his moans and felt her legs shiver for a few seconds as he concentrated licking her clit.

Sheryl couldn't stop but moan as waves of tingling sensations rushed to her clit and within her cunt. Her head moved from side to side as she grips the sheets of her bed. She let out much louder moans as she felt him suck her clit and then raised her butt to press her mound to his lips.

Josh sucked harder as she pressed her mound to meet his lips. He placed his hands under her supporting her ass and then starts to lick and tongue fuck her love hole but concentrating mostly on her clit. He could sense that she's about to release her orgasm.

Sheryl is now breathing harder and her body begins to shake, her legs shiver as her orgasm was fat approaching. She moved her hands from the sheets to his head as she caresses its hair, and her hip begins to buck.

Josh supported her ass as she planted both her feet on the bed and begins to move her mound, pressing and grinding it to his mouth. He did his best to suck, lick her opening and clit till he finally felt her body tense, followed by an arousing moan. He felt her cum juice flow into his mouth, her body jerked as she released cum after cum of her love juice.

Sheryl released the most pleasurable orgasm she ever felt. Her body tensed and jerked, feeling the intensity her cum juice flow out of her as he licked every drop of it. Her body weakens as she squirts the last drop of her cum and her body dropped down on the bed as she catches her breath.

Josh swallowed every drop of her cum, tasting the sweetness of her juices. Although he likes the taste of Sheryl's cunt juices, he still prefers the taste of his sister's. The thought of it made his cock much harder than it already was.

He didn't wait much longer and he slid up the bed and between her legs. He hooked her left leg up with his arm and guided his stiff hard cock on her cunt opening till its head was half way inside her before he hooked her other leg.

Sheryl was still catching her breath and now her legs are completely spread wide open resting against his arms as he supported his upper body on top of her. She placed her hands on her knees as she felt his cock starts to slide inside her. She could feel her pussy lips open up wide, her opening stretching to accommodate his big hard cock.

Josh slowly penetrated her love hole, feeling her tight cunt against his shaft as it goes deeper and deeper inside her. He watched her face in intense concentration and sees her moan from under him. It was too much for him and he plunged the last 3 or 4 inches of his shaft hard and deep, his ball sack resting against her anus.

Sheryl didn't expect it and she let out a much louder moan. She felt her cunt full and stretched and it seems like his cock is much bigger this time.

Josh let go of her legs as he lowered his body on top of hers, and slid his arms under her shoulder blades and held her head and started to kiss her passionately on the lips.

Sheryl kissed him back and wrapped her arms about his. She left knees bent and spread wide open as he released her legs to accommodate the deepest possible penetrating position for his cock. She broke their kiss to gasp and moan as she felt Josh starts to make a circling motion with his hips, grinding his cock deep inside her.

Josh watched her as she gasped and moaned. He pressed his hips hard against her mound. His cock was so hard that he could feel his pulse through the veins of his cock. Sheryl's cunt was so tight that she even felt his pulse against her inner cunt walls.

The images of his sister and mother as he fucked them ran through his thoughts and seeing Sheryl's beautiful face made his lust even greater. He starts to go in and out of her cunt half way of its length in slow rhythm and pressing his crotch hard against hers as it goes inside her. He did this for a few moments till her moans got louder and her breathing faster. He begins to pick up the rhythm, faster and faster. He felt her cunt muscles squeezing his cock.

Sheryl's orgasm was fast approaching and planted her feet on the bed and started to meet his thrust. Her moans got louder and start to catch her breath.

Josh felt her tense as she met his forward thrust hard and then her body jerked releasing her orgasm. He kissed and sucked her nipple as her body arched. 

Sheryl's body went limp as her orgasm subsided. She then felt him hooked both her legs with his arms once more and his cock starts to slide in and out of her tight wet cunt.

Josh fucked her fast as his own orgasm was about to explode. After a few more thrust, his hot cum starts to shoot out inside, he didn't stop fucking her but in a much slower pace as his load, after load of cum kept shooting in side her.

Sheryl's cunt was in a mess as Josh's cock continued to slide in and out of her, their cum juices all mixed up as it seeps out of her and starts to foam up around his shaft and her cunt opening. She thought he'll never stop cumming till he finally stopped, releasing her legs and dropped down beside her. She looked at him and he was breathing hard as well. Her hands slid down her navel to her mound and felt the mess between her legs. She raised her head to glance down her to see the mess. She wiped her mound with her fingers and gooey white foam and fluid cling at her fingers.

"See what mess you just made?" Sheryl said teasing as she showed Josh her fingers.

Josh looked at what she was referring to, "My mess?" he said as he held her by the wrist and then tried to guide it to her mouth, "Lick it! Taste it!"

Sheryl faced the other way and said, "No way!" as she giggled.

Josh has been trying to get her have him come in her mouth or to suck his cock straight from her cunt after they come but she wouldn't do it for some reason. He doesn't want to force it to her; having her to give him a blowjob for the first time was hard enough but eventually liked it. He's hoping that one day that she'll give in and like it too.

Sheryl almost jumped off the bed when she noticed the time, "Get up! Mom will be home in a few minutes," almost yelling at Josh and starts to collect her clothes.

Josh did the same but was taking his time when suddenly Sheryl smacked him with her clothes in hand, "Hurry up and stop fooling around!" she yelled with a higher tone this time.

" OK, OK. Jeeez, calm down, will ya?" Josh replied.

Sheryl went to the bathroom to freshen up and Josh starts to dress up. He went to the kitchen to get a drink and waited for Sheryl to finish what ever she's doing in the bathroom.

Jennifer (Mrs. Kein) noticed Josh's car parked on the street in front of her house when she pulled into the driveway. She like Josh and secretly admires him just the same as she admires his father, Drake. She got acquainted with Josh's family in one occasion, and was quite attracted to Drake the moment she shook hands with him. She never felt that attraction to anyone since her divorce almost 11 years ago. 

Seeing Josh frequently in her home when he drops or visits her daughter always reminds her of Drake and she grew accustomed to him, especially his small talks, teasing her in regards with her looks. She never been with another man since her ex-husband left them, and she didn't paid much attention how she looks since then. More than a few occasion that she felt tingle between her legs when she's with Josh, and having no sex through those years sometimes takes a toll with her lust but she kept it in secret, especially to her daughter. She was getting anxious to get in the house, expecting to hear Josh's pleasing comments.

Josh was sipping a can of soda in the dinning area when he saw the front door open and Mrs. Kein walked-in and saw her smile at him as she closed the door.

"Hi Mrs. Kein!" Josh greeted Jennifer as she placed her handbag on the dinning table.

"Hello Josh, got off early today?" Jennifer asked as she looked down the hall for her daughter.

"Yeah, we're heading to the mall to check out Sheryl's prom dress but she spilled soda on her and she need to freshen up, I guess we'll just pick it up tomorrow."

Jennifer nodded and went to the fridge and got a drink for her self and then went to the living room and sat on the sofa and she motioned for Josh to come over as she pass by him. Josh followed her to the living room and sat across from her.

They talked and laughed as Josh starts to tease and compliment her as usual. He even asked permission for Sheryl to come with him, perhaps to the Bahamas. She didn't say yes, but she will talk things over with her daughter first. They were joined by Sheryl after a few minutes and continued their conversation till Josh needed to go home.

"Well, nice talking to you again Mrs. Kein. You're really a blast you know!" Josh said.

Sheryl showed him to the door and gave Josh a kiss on the cheek before he got out of the door and gave him a sign to call her later.

Josh drove home and when he was near their home, he saw his sister Tammy got off a car and waved before she stated to walk towards the house. He slowed down a little as the other car drove towards his direction as to take a look at the driver and saw a black driver in his teens. With concern and a bit of jealousy, he pulled in the driveway and almost ran and inside the house to confront his sister about the black guy who dropped her off. He's about to find out about the first interracial threesome his sister just had, and that's another story............



Innocence Lost Ch. 08



In Which Innocence is found in a Vegan Commune; and gains profit by untrammeled display to an unknown public; and in which Dodie discovers Innocence in the cool mountain air.

Innocence made the journey to Brook by train, waving goodbye to her sister and Kedi and wearing the clothes she thought best suited her destination. These were a pair of baggy shorts, sandals and little else except for the rucksack she had over her shoulders. She had decided that the clothes of her sister's district were not really appropriate. The train eventually surfaced in Brook and she disembarked at the town of Sauterelle. She didn't know anyone in Brook except her former lover, Purity, and she thought it would be best to stay with her.

She didn't really know where to go when she arrived in the town - it was much larger than Divin and there were no signposts pointing to Purity's commune. She humped her rucksack over her back and wandered through the streets of thronging bare flesh forever glancing around in the hope of seeing Purity's distinctive dark skin. Purity had given her some very sketchy directions but they didn't seem at all adequate as she paused by a street map just outside a municipal building. She felt curiously conservative in a town where almost all younger people were thoroughly naked and she could compare her own hidden endowments with those of all the men there. However, the street map was of some assistance and she established that the way to Purity's commune was several miles away. After a lot of questioning and searching around, she eventually found a bus which took her within two miles of the commune from which she could walk. 

She had curiously romantic views of what Purity's commune would be like. She did not expect it to be in such a very rundown farmhouse. Just outside, sitting in the sun, were a naked couple in the distinctive unkempt appearance that Purity had expected: the man with a long untidy beard obscuring what little of his face was not already covered by his long hair and the woman's face similarly hidden by her long curtains of hair. Innocence introduced herself to them. "I'm looking for my friend Purity," she explained. 

"Purity," mused the woman pushing a curtain of hair to one side revealing a long nipple on a tiny breast. "I don't think she's here at the moment. She's always going off all over the place, isn't she?" 

"Yes," agreed the man. "She's always travelling. I don't think she's decided what she wants from Brook." 

Seeing how disappointed Innocence was with her friend not there and discovering that she really didn't have alternative accommodation, the couple said that she could stay at least until the evening when the commune could discuss if she could stay longer. All decisions affecting the commune had to be decided communally and there were meetings every night for several hours concerning the issues involved. "I think we spend more time talking about what we can do than actually doing it!" remarked the man. 

While Innocence waited for the evening meeting to start, she was introduced to other people of the commune. Everyone had let their hair grow freely, wherever there was hair to grow, and Innocence felt very odd with only the stubble of hair on her head which made her look thin and slightly malnourished. They also wore no clothes at all - not even robes or jewellery or shoes - making Innocence feel even more distinct from her company. Not only was there an attitude of naturalness in how people appeared, there was a total openness about their sexual behaviour. Several couples or groups of more than two were indulging in sex when Innocence first met them, and there was no attempt to stop for Innocence's sake. The man would continue fucking away while chatting, totally unembarrassed about it and totally unconcerned about any sensitivity Innocence might have. 

Innocence joined in the communal dinner which was a kind of amorphous mush of boiled vegetables which tasted overcooked and rather too spicy. There was no crockery or cutlery used and Innocence had to dip her hand into a large mound of tepid mush to take handfuls of the food and then direct into her mouth what little of it didn't immediately fall onto either the floor or onto her breasts. She began to appreciate the lack of clothes as a way of keeping the laundry duties low. 

Eventually, and in a somewhat chaotic way, the meal evolved into the communal meeting she'd been told about. She sat through what seemed to her a very tedious discussion between at most three of the twenty or so people gathered there concerning the political and moral perspectives regarding fairly mundane things such as a shit rota, the division of shared spaces for the benefit of women's freedom from male oppression and the need to demarcate the commune from the road by some kind of a sign. Almost all the discussions were unresolved and there were no votes taken. One of the people who did most of the talking had a habit of wandering well off any subject of general interest to such subjects as her personal relationships and her unsympathetic views on people who wore wool or silk. 

Innocence tried hard to appear as interested in the discussion as she felt she ought to be, but she felt rather disorientated and focused on the joints that were being passed around and had more than once lost touch of what the actual topic of discussion was supposed to be. It, therefore, came as a bit of a surprise to become aware that she was now the subject of conversation and that a man with only a nose visible through the black and grey hair of his face was trying to attract her attention. 

"Do you agree or not, sister?" he was asking. 

Sister? Wondered Innocence, thinking for a moment they must have thought she was still a nun, but then remembered that everyone addressed each other as sister or brother. "With what?" 

"You can stay in the commune for as long as you help with the chores and preparing the food," prompted a man near her whose attempts at growing a beard had resulted in only a few sorry black wispy strands. 

"And that you take off those disgusting clothes!" snorted a rather fat woman with a rather large and furry birthmark on her thigh. 

Innocence didn't feel able to argue in her marijuana-induced haze, so against her normal inclination she took off her shorts and nickers and stood up shakily feeling a little ridiculous. Her penis dangled down with no feeling, but attracting a great deal of attention. "I agree with everything you say," she said in a voice that sounded rather incoherent and wobbly. 

"Are you a brother or a sister?" asked one of the main speakers. 

"What a sexist question!" immediately snapped another. 

"Gender is not important!" agreed another. 

The meeting degenerated into a fervent argument - with everyone in agreement - that Innocence's gender was not a subject of discussion, dispute or voyeurism, while it was quite clear to Innocence, as she slowly lowered herself onto a bean bag, that she was the subject of all these things. She sadly picked up her shorts and nickers and hesitated over putting them back on again, but decided rather to pack them hastily into her rucksack which was resting just behind her. 

"Don't worry about it, sister," said one man with a wispy pale goatee and long pale hair. "You're accepted into the commune." 

"Am I?" Wondered Innocence slowly stroking her penis and watching with a kind of disinterested fascination as it falteringly got larger. She noticed as she masturbated herself that she was watched with rather the same fascination as an animal in a zoo, and nobody took the opportunity to join her. She felt quite lonely as she came into her hands and allowed the semen to trickle through her fingers and onto the floor. Before long her consciousness left her and she collapsed on the floor by her own little stain and amongst the spillage of her dinner. All around her the meeting continued, apparently regardless, concerning matters of awesome triviality which made staying awake inconceivably difficult. 

The commune seemed to be divided into a majority whose work was concentrated entirely on the running of the commune and felt a certain satisfaction in their separatism from the outside world and those whose contribution to the commune was to bring in the money they earned by working. Perhaps because Innocence had never adopted the commune by choice, she felt more sympathy with those in the latter category. One of these was Bouche, a girl who didn't even pretend to have no interest in Innocence's penis but spent rather a lot of time admiring and discussing it. To Innocence this actually felt better than the company of most of the others who so studiously averted their attention from her most prominent feature in a way that made Innocence feel actually rather more self-conscious and embarrassed. Most people in the commune, however, avoided contact with her altogether.

Bouche was a petite girl with tiny breasts that were mostly nipple and very girlish hips. Like all the girls in the commune she didn't believe in even the ostentation of a ribbon in her hair but she did nonetheless plait her hair. This meant that her face shone out rather than being obscured by either a curtain or a mound of hair. She made her living, Innocence was intrigued to find, in a photographic studio. 

"Are you a model?" Innocence wondered.

"No, not at all," laughed Bouche. "I don't think I've got quite the right figure or features. And, anyway, I'd have to shave my legs and get my hair styled to do that." What Bouche did, Innocence discovered, was to fellate the male models who posed for the studio. There wasn't much of a demand for just nude models in the newspapers and magazines of Brook as nudity was so widely visible, but the demand for erotic or pornographic photographs was in no way diminished because of that. What she did was help at the studio by stimulating the penises of the male models so that they were fully erect for the photographs that would appear in women's magazines or newspapers. This inevitably included semen shots, but these weren't always used. "It's not always very photogenic," Bouche explained. A lot of people in the commune disapproved of Bouche's source of income, but it didn't bother her. "They say it's sexual exploitation and I'm contributing to it. But I'm not the one being photographed and it's not like proper sex, not like real pornography. And besides I enjoy it. I can give several dozen blow jobs in a day. And I've become an expert." She smiled indulgently at Innocence. "Here. Let me demonstrate."

Innocence didn't mind as Bouche took her penis into her hand and then with a mixture of caressing with her fingers, licking with her tongue and manipulating her lips, throat and teeth, bring it to a very full erection. "The art of my work," explained Bouche when Innocence's penis was as engorged as it had ever been, "is to bring the penis to its maximum point and to hold it there for as long a time as possible. And, my! You certainly are splendidly endowed!"

Innocence also needed to earn some money. Her sister's generosity was not sufficient for Innocence to stay in Brook for very long, and she didn't feel too enthusiastic about spending her time emptying latrines, preparing stews and attending the interminable meetings. There was no evidence of Purity returning yet, and Innocence felt she'd rather see a little more of Brook than just Sauterelle. She'd heard, for instance, of the snow-covered mountains of Les Grandes Petites, and wanted the opportunity to visit them. Bouche appreciated that and suggested to Innocence that she pose for her photographic studio. "They mostly only photograph men, but I'm sure they'd make an exception in your case. And because you're so (let's face it!) unusual you'll probably get paid a better rate."

Innocence had more than a few reservations about being photographed by strangers and then to be viewed by many more strangers in their magazines and journals, but Bouche persuaded her that there really wasn't any pain involved. "You don't have to spend more than a couple of hours in the studio. And it'll be more than worth your while." Innocence walked with Bouche into the town of Sauterelle, feeling really very embarrassed with her penis dangling between her legs. She hated the attention it attracted as she walked by - some of it shock, some of it persistent curiosity and some of it people simply turning their heads to have a second look. She felt she'd been right to keep her assets well-hidden and resolved to return to wearing her shorts when she'd left the commune to see the rest of Brook. It sometimes occurred to her that one of the other reasons she was attracting attention was because of the extreme shortness of her hair which was still only a few days' growth.

The photographic studio was just above a shop in one of the main streets in Sauterelle and very well-equipped in technical equipment. She didn't know the names of even a fraction of the machines she could see but nonetheless they were very impressive. The photographer was a small gay man who wore a beret over his shoulder-length hair and had a ring pierced through the foreskin of his long thin penis. He had a curious habit of tweaking and stroking his penis as he spoke but it gave no sign of having an independent life.

"So you're Innocence," the photographer smiled. "You even exceed the description Bouche gave me of you! I really must take advantage of your kind offer. I've already cancelled two other engagements. And if need be I'll cancel more." He took Innocence's balls in his hand and gently bounced them up and down as if weighing them. "And you're so very beautiful!" 

The rest of the session took place in a room at the back involving a bewildering array of backdrops and in which countless lamps and cameras were pointed at Innocence. The pattern of each session was much the same - and the photographer insisted on several of these for which he offered ever more tempting sums of money. The photographer and Bouche chatted with Innocence on subjects of bizarre inconsequentiality, such as the weather, the football league or the design of a neighbour's shop-front. All the time, Bouche would stroke her penis and occasionally take it into her mouth as if waiting for a time when it was ready. Then, as if an invisible and inaudible signal had been transmitted, Bouche would start getting more energetic with her fellatio and the photographer would move towards his cameras talking all the time, but interjecting his patter with comments such as "That's right!", "You're doing fine!" and "It's coming on now!" As this happened, Bouche's skilled attention caused her penis to engorge to that almost bursting extent she'd succeeded in achieving at the commune.

Then Bouche would disengage her mouth and hands from Innocence's penis, but not her eyes which she kept focused on Innocence's eyes in a way that communicated love, concern and encouragement. Innocence could see Bouche's value to the photographer as she stayed under the gaze of the photographers rapidly shuttering camera with an erect penis that seemed to have lost all memory of what it was like to be small. It stayed erect for what seemed like forever, while the photographer coaxed Innocence into different sitting and standing poses with a variety of backdrops he selected. Some of these backdrops featured bedrooms or other rooms in a house. Some of these were outside scenes of mountains, lakes or cities. Others were completely surreal - such as outer space, mythical countries or prehistoric environments. Sometimes Innocence would be asked to hold her penis forward in some triumphant pose. Sometimes to put a hand behind her stubbled head with a coy smile. Sometimes she was asked to put a finger in her anus and then to put it to her mouth or nose. Occasionally, Bouche would intervene to give Innocence's penis a little stroke or even to put the glans in her mouth to keep her member in a sufficient state of excitement.

The session would end, again decided by Bouche's and the photographer's experienced skill, with Bouche exciting Innocence's penis exactly to the point of coming and then Bouche would disappear out of camera shot as Innocence masturbated off the drops of semen that she could squeeze out of her. At this stage the photographer would come very close to the top of Innocence's penis to make sure of capturing the moment each stream of semen came free of her penis and spurt forth.

After each session, Innocence felt no less exhausted than Bouche and the photographer seemed to be, and quite happily collapsed on the bed that was made available with Bouche on one side and the photographer on the other, who recommenced his comforting prattle. Innocence felt somehow better for attracting so much attention to her body, but also felt that this wasn't an experience she'd like to repeat for a long time. Her balls ached in a curious way and there was a very strong and rich smell given off by her genitals.

However, Innocence was delighted by the cash she received at the end of her day. It was far more than she'd expected and more than enough for her to leave the commune at Sauterelle and see Les Grandes Petites. That evening, when she headed back to her hammock at the commune after eating a hamburger and chips at a take-away, in preference to the lentil and bean mush she'd otherwise have to eat, she resolved to leave the following day unless Purity appeared. And as Purity was as far away as ever, Innocence found herself several days later walking up the mountain passes of Les Grandes Petites. It was wonderful to get away from people! exclaimed Innocence to herself. 

It was a warm day, but even so she could feel a little cool draught coming down from the snowy peaks. She wore only the boots she'd bought at a mountaineering shop at the nearest resort and the rucksack over her shoulders in which she kept her other clothes, a flask of coffee and some sandwiches. It was with relief about a half hour earlier that she'd decided she was sufficiently isolated from anyone's curiosity to abandon the shorts she'd returned to wearing all the time since she'd left the commune at Sauterelle. It was curious to Innocence how her present nudity seemed to differ from that of the commune where it had almost been a religion rather than a preference. She wasn't too sorry to leave the commune, its tasteless food and uncomfortable sleeping arrangements, its overwhelming smell of body odour and bad breath. But it was with sadness that she'd left Bouche and she hoped that when she'd return that Purity would be there.

The mountains were beautiful. She always felt she was coming to the top of them but each time she reached the top of a ridge there was always another much larger one looming over it. Sometimes she paused and sat on the coarse grass which intermingled with her pubic hairs watching the view of Brook stretching out beneath her with the inhabitants looking like tiny insects and their towns like insect nests. Occasionally, she paused that little bit longer to eat a ration of sandwiches, to read her guide book or simply to lie on her back in the sun-warmed stubbly grass and allow the sun to bake her breasts and groin. Perhaps, she thought, I'll lose all evidence of the whiteness that marks where I've worn my shorts.

The guide book she had was one which Bouche had lent her and was written by someone who had an ideological perspective on everything. Innocence found it a bit annoying that there seemed to be nothing about Brook and its landscape that didn't have a history of political struggle or a contemporary ideological resonance associated with it. 

After a while, Innocence reached the object of her walk which was to reach the glacier which marked the lowest altitude at which she could expect to meet snow. She walked up to the glacier and then gingerly trod into the crunchy slightly thawing snow. She felt the coolness of it on her ankles just over her boots. Then suddenly, with a curious passion and impulsiveness she threw herself bodily into the white crisp snow so she could feel it against her skin. She luxuriated in the snow as she rolled around in it, dripped it over her breasts and packed it against her groin. Her penis responded to the cold by shrivelling to ever such a tiny size. She felt it with her fingers. It was curiously warm as a contrast to the ice in which it had been dripped. This contrast was enough to stimulate it and soon her penis was as large as it had previously been small and she started unselfconsciously masturbating with her knees sinking in the snow.




Innocence Lost Ch. 08



INNOCENCE LOST: Chapter 8

INTRO:  Tammy (18) went along with Harry (39) to surprise his son Rob (18) after her first intense interracial fucking and she's about to experience her first three-some.

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"Can I freshen up a little before we go?" Tammy asked as she starts to gather her clothes.

"We really don't have much time." Harry said.

"Just a quick one, ten minutes tops?" Tammy begged in a charming way.

Harry looked at his watch, "OK, make it quick!"

Tammy ran upstairs and straight into the bathroom. Harry started to dress up and was looking for his cell phone. He sat down as he flipped his phone open and started to press the numbers.

"Hello pops!" Rob answered as he saw his father's number on the screen of his cell phone.

"What are you up to son?" Harry asked.

"Just playing a little b-ball, what's up?"

Harry told his son to get his ass home and filled him in with his plan. Rob was grinning ear to ear and was on his way out of the gym before his father even finished talking.

It didn't take long when Tammy showed up all freshened up. She was wearing a black mini-skirt, a white sleeveless blouse and a flat black walking shoe. She was stunningly beautiful and innocent. Harry could smell her sweet scent as she passes by him, "Ready?" she asked.

Both were quiet as Harry drove, he just made a glancing look at her as he sped through the streets. Tammy just gave him a smile as she notices him looking at her for time to time. He couldn't help to notice her smooth white legs as it shook in an open close motion with her hands clenched beside her hips. She must be getting nervous or excited, Harry thought as he smiled back at her.

"Nervous?" Harry asked as he laid a hand on her left thigh.

"A little," she answered. A chill ran through her as she felt his hands caress her thigh.

Harry just smiled and then moved his hand from her thigh back to the steering wheel, "Why?"

"I don't know, maybe I shouldn't be doing this?" Tammy said as she looks out the window.

Harry wanted to ask if she's having second thoughts but he decided not to, she will tell him if she does without him asking. Instead, he reminded her of what she just experienced back in her house.

"I really meant it when I said you were great and I won't give up a chance to fuck you again. Could you imagine how your tight pussy squeezes my cock?" Harry said and slowly shook his head, "I'm getting hard just thinking about it," He finished teasing her.

Tammy just closed her eyes as she listen and felt a tingle between her thighs as she closed them tight together and unconsciously slightly rubbing them. She could feel his black cock stretching her tiny cunt and felt pleasures inside her that she never felt before. She couldn't help to want it and feel it once more.

Harry took a quick glance at Tammy and was satisfied to see her body response. He continued to molest her mind, feeding her with erotic detail till they were finally pulling in his driveway after a few minutes.

Tammy opened her eyes as the car made a quick right turn, jerking her mind back to from where her mind was drifting to. She saw a glimpse of the "For Sale" sign at the corner of the driveway as the car proceeded towards the three car garage doors. The house looks a little bigger and nicer than her house.

"Here we are!" Harry said as the car stopped right in front of the garage doors closer to the pathway to the house and opened the car door. "Where's that damn boy?" he thought to himself when he got off the car and didn't see Rob's car.

Tammy got out as well and was looking around, admiring the house and the landscaping. "I guess you're really moving," she commented.

Harry wasn't paying attention when he thought he heard her, "Did you say something?"

Tammy pointed at the signpost at the end of the driveway, "I said you are really moving!"

"Oh, yeah, there's already an offer pending, just waiting for my agent's reply." he said as he closed the car door, "We're out of here next week," he finished and starts to walk towards the house while he scans the road for any sign of his son's car and with Tammy just a few steps behind him.

Harry opened the front door and waited for Tammy to enter the house. He watched her as she walked by and into the house. He admired the young and sexy body in front of him; her mini skirt didn't hide much of her white wonderful smooth legs and could feel his cock starts to harden as his lust grew every seconds.

Tammy saw boxes of different sizes all over the living room, some stacked neatly and some were just lying everywhere. She was about to say something when she felt Harry's big soft hands grab her right hand as he passed ahead of her and pulling her along, turning right next to another room.

Tammy looked around the room as Harry let go of her hands. The room looks to be an office and library, wall-to-wall bookshelves and some furniture, although it was covered with sheets of white cloths, she could tell what it is.

Harry kicked a few empty boxes out of the way and moved a couple of half full boxes to a corner. He took off his suit and pulled one of the sheet covers and took all the sofa pillows, big and small, and placed them on the floor. He pulled a sheet off close to the sofa and revealed a Chaise with its own back cushion.

Tammy was still checking out the room, with her back facing Harry and was unaware of what he was doing. She was startled a little as he grabbed her by the waist, lifting her off the floor and on top of the chaise standing up.

Harry turned her around to face him. The chaise made her perfectly tall enough for him and he started to kiss her soft lovely cheeks, to her neck just below her jaw and ear lobe, and finally to her lips.

Tammy gasps and moaned as Harry kissed her neck and at the same time felt his hands caressing her all over. She felt his hand against her back, legs, butt cheeks; he caressed her breast through her blouse. She returned his kiss as his lips made contact with hers, electrifying feeling rush through her body as she felt his hand slid between her thighs.

Harry kissed her passionately and slid his hand up her inner thigh up to her mound. He felt the wetness against her panty, perhaps from the teasing he was making back in the car. He continued to kiss her and starts to gently rub her slit through her panty, soaking it even more with her cunt juice. He felt her thighs open up a bit to accommodate his hand freely and at the same time she broke their kiss as she moaned in pleasure.

Harry rubbed her slit a few more seconds before he starts to slide both his hands up her legs, lifting her skirt from the side and held the garter of her panty from her hips and slid them down her perfectly shaped legs. She lifts each foot to assist him to finish taking her panty off completely. He wrapped his arms about her hips, lifting her feet off the chaise and slowly set her down on it.

Tammy sat by the edge of the chaise and watched Harry knelt in front of her and placed his hands on her knees, pushing them aside spreading her thighs wide open. She leaned back supporting her upper body with her elbows while she kept an eye on what he was about to do.

Harry positioned himself between her wide-open legs and starts to alternately kiss her smooth legs. He kissed and licked her legs, thighs and to her mound. He still couldn't believe how smooth and clean looking her mound is, with only a small patch of dark pubic hair just above her slit, just like her mother's.

Tammy gasp for breath as she felt his kisses get closer and closer to her mound, anticipating what she's about to felt. She gasp a much deeper breath followed by a moan as his lips finally touched her mound and his tongue starts to slide up and down her opening. She watched him lick her pussy gently, his tongue slowly tracing the opening of her cunt, up and down her pussy lips.

Harry glanced up and winked at her as he continued to lick her wet, slick slit. The tip of his tongue tracing the surrounding of her opening and its pussy lips, he could smell and taste the unusual sweetness of her mound. His tongue went in deeper and deeper as he continues to lick her wet juicy cunt.

Tammy felt the arousing feeling that starts to build inside her and she felt her wetness starts to seep out. She felt his tongue going deeper and deeper inside her, parting her tight pussy lips. Her legs start to shake, her pleasure kept building up that tingles her clit. It seems that he heard her thoughts when she suddenly felt his lips enclosed her now swollen clit that sent waves of indescribable feeling through her body. She gasp and bit her lip as she threw her head back and twist her body to one side putting all the weight on her left elbow as her left hand moved to the back of his head.

Harry heard her little gasp and felt her hand behind his head that seems to push his head and at the same time felt her mound move, grinding her cunt against his mouth. He sucked and licked her clit and heard her arousing moans,

The pleasure was too much for Tammy that she finally laid her back completely on the chaise as her body twist and shiver from the excitement and pleasure he was giving her clit. She was completely into it when a door closing, loud enough to echo through the house broke her concentration.

"What's that?" she asked as she propped back up to her elbows looking towards the open double doors of the room.

Harry heard it as well and raised his head from between her legs and saw the concerned look from Tammy's face. "It's Rob. You know my son?"

Tammy was about to say something when she saw Rob walk in the room. He was a handsome black young man and she was instantly attracted to him. She tried to close her legs and straighten her skirt but Harry's hands prevented her from doing so.

"Hi Pops!" Rob greeted his father as he approached Harry and Tammy.

"Where have you been boy? I thought you'd be here before we do!" 

"Sorry Pops, traffic, you know?" Rob said with out taking his eyes off Tammy.

Harry noticed his son staring at Tammy, Harry turned to face Tammy, "Tammy this is Rob, and you could see from his drooling that he's very eager to meet you."

Tammy was just a little shy perhaps from the attraction she felt for Rob or the awkwardness of meeting Rob in her current position and all she could do is just smile.

Rob smiled back and couldn't believe to see such a beautiful young lady in front of him, not to mention his father between her legs. He couldn't help to notice her mound, so perfectly smooth and its pussy lips so tightly intact and his cock starts to harden. No doubt he's quite attracted to her, he would never doubt his father again.

"You know we don't have much time!" Harry said as he stood up and starts to undress, "You better get your head between those legs and taste that sweet cunt," he told Rob and went next to Tammy with his already hard cock on hand.

"Wow!" Rob said as he positioned himself between Tammy's legs and saw her pussy up close and glistening with her cunt juice.

Tammy was a bit shy and was a bit uncomfortable with the situation for a moment till she felt Rob's hands on her legs caressing them up to her thighs and to her mound. Her legs were a bit shaky as she opened her legs fully exposing her tight cunt to Rob for the first time. Her weariness faded away as Harry's big black hard cock touched her face.

Harry rubbed his hard black cock all over Tammy's face and neck before he planted it on her lips. He watched Tammy as she smiled and opened her lips and starts to kiss and lick its purplish cock head and then engulfed it as much as she can.

Tammy tried her best to lick and suck Harry's cock till she felt Rob's lips against her excited wet cunt. She let Harry's cock out of her mouth to gasp and moan and Harry's hand touched her face stopping her from looking down at Rob.

Harry held Tammy's head as she moaned and gently shoved his cock back in her mouth, "Keep sucking it girl!"

Tammy didn't argue and continued to suck Harry's cock but she couldn't help to disregard the pleasure Rob was giving her. She let out a muffled moan once in a while as she continues to give Harry a blowjob.

Rob couldn't believe the unusual sweetness of Tammy's cunt juice as he licks and sucked her clit while he caresses her smooth white legs.   He would sneak a glance up once in a while and watch her suck his father's big cock. Seeing Tammy's beautiful face and lovely little lips engulf and suck Harry's cock made his cock even harder and starts to rub his crotch through his shorts.

Harry was getting aroused himself as he thrust his cock in rhythm of Tammy's head and watches his cock slide in and out of her lovely tiny lips. He's ready to fuck her and feel her tight cunt squeeze his hard cock. He looks down and saw his son licking and sucking that tight cunt and rubbing his own cock.

"Son, its time for your old man to fuck that tight cunt and it seems that dick of yours wants some action too," Harry said and he pulled his cock out of Tammy's mouth and assisted her to get off the chaise.

Rob stood up and took his clothes off, revealing a muscular body and a nice hard cock. He grabs one of the pillows from the floor and propped it against the back cushion of the chaise and laid his back against it and each leg positioned on both side of the chaise.

Tammy watches and admired the muscular body of Rob (reminds her of her brother Josh) and its hard cock almost as big as Harry and it looks much bigger when he positioned himself on the chaise with his cock completely exposed and sticking up like a pole. She took her blouse off and Harry helped her with the skirt leaving her completely naked just like father and son.

Rob couldn't describe the admiration he felt towards Tammy as he saw her naked body in front of him. He never saw such a perfect body, aside from those nude magazines, her face, breast, waist and legs seems to compliment each other, and her whole is so proportioned. "Man, she's beautiful!" he said to himself.

Tammy moved on top of the chaise in all fours, her head just above Rob's throbbing black cock, her hands planted just in front of Rob's inner thighs, her knees planted a few inches from the edge of the chaise.

Harry was gently stroking his cock as he positioned himself behind Tammy and between her spread feet. His cock perfectly aligned with Tammy's cunt as he stood behind her. He guided his cock with one hand and steadied Tammy's hip with the other. He rubbed his cock head up and down her opening and made a circling motion till its head is glistening with her cunt juice before he starts to insert its head inside her.

Tammy felt Harry's cock starts to enter her. She held her breath as her cunt lips spread open, stretching her opening till its entire cock head slid inside her.

Rob loved her facial reactions and her arousing soft moans. He reached under her and starts to caress her firm breast and pinched her erect nipples that made her moan even more.

Harry let go of his stiff cock and held her hips with both hands as he starts to thrust his hips forward; his cock starts to slide deeper and deeper inside her tight little cunt. He held her hips in place as he gently force his cock in her, pussy juice starts to seep out as he filled her pussy with his big black cock.

Rob watched Tammy gasp and held her head from both side and starts to guide it down to his stiff black cock.

Tammy gasps and moaned as she felt Harry's cock stretch her cunt. She could feel every outline of his cock, even the veins that lined his shaft as it slid against her cunt walls. She let out an erotic moan as his cock penetrated her tight cunt deeper and deeper. She then felt hands caress her face and then held her head as if it was pulling her head down.

Rob saw her eyes open and took a quick glance at him and then watched her open her mouth to engulf his throbbing hard dick. He could explain how it felt when she closed those lovely red lips against his cock, completely engulfing its cock head. Intensifying pleasure rushed through his flesh as she begins to suck and felt her tongue playfully traced its head inside her mouth.

Harry continues to fill her cunt in slow motion till only two to three inches of his shaft when he shoved it all the way inside her, his front hips slams against her ass cheeks as he pulled her behind to meet his thrust.

Tammy let out a muffled moan as she sucks Rob's cock when Harry finally thrust all his length deep inside her. She wanted to let go of Rob's cock when she felt Harry starts to make a grinding motion against her behind and felt his cock stir inside her.

Rob held her head in place as he felt her about to let go of his cock. He caresses her face as he heard her muffled moans with one hand and stroked her long pony tailed black hair.

Harry held her tiny hips as he began to slowly move in and out of her tight cunt in slow long strokes, enjoying the tightness he felt against its shaft as it slid against her opening.

Tammy wanted to let out a moan but started to bob her head up and down, sucking Rob's hard cock instead. She would pause for a second to breath through her nose and couldn't avoid ignoring the pleasure Harry's cock was giving her.

Rob couldn't help to notice the facial expression on Tammy's face as she tried her best to suck his cock and he knew his father's cock got something to contribute to it. He let go of her head and moved his hands, reaching underneath her and starts to caress and pinch her delicate sensitive pink nipples.

Tammy let Rob's cock slid completely out of her mouth as she raised her head and sucked in some air followed by an arousing moan. Her back arched down and head up high as she felt Harry's cock penetrate her cunt deeper and deeper and Rob's hand against her sensitive erect nipples adding to her pleasure.

As Harry saw her back arched and heard her moans, he thrust his cock a little harder and pulled her hips to meet his, her behind slamming hard against his front driving his cock hard and deep inside her.

Rob felt and saw Tammy's body shudder as Harry fucked her hard from behind. He didn't stop caressing her breast and pinching her nipple as he watched her moan with every thrust Harry made.

Tammy couldn't help but moan as Harry's cock fucked her tight cunt in fast and short thrusts. She took a quick glance at Harry after a few seconds and then looked at Rob smiling at her. She moved her right hand to Rob's cock, wrapping her soft hands around its shaft and starts to stroke it, sliding her hand up and down its hard black cock.

Rob nodded and smiled in agreement as he watched Tammy's hand masturbate his cock, he stopped caressing her breast and moved his hands to her face. He leaned forward and planted a kiss on her red lovely lips a couple of times and playfully bit and lick her lips till she gave in and returned his kiss.

Tammy closed her eyes and passionately kissed Rob as continues to stroke his cock with her hand.

Rob returned her kiss as well, their tongues twist and slid inside their mouths, kissing and biting each other's lips. He could feel once in a while the moans she releases as they kiss in conjunction with her body shaking from Harry's hard thrust of his big cock behind Tammy.

Harry was getting aroused watching his son passionately kiss Tammy and at the same time felt her cunt tighten even more against his shaft, squeezing it.

Tammy was getting aroused her self, and could feel her pleasure building up fast inside her and then her grip tightened against Rob's shaft and stroking it a little faster than before. She heard Rob moaned when she broke their kiss and then lowered her head on his cock. She relieved her left arm with her weight as she bent her elbows to support her upper body in place of her hand.




Innocence Lost Ch. 08



Rob watched as she lowered her upper body and engulfed his cock head as she continues to stroke his cock.

With Tammy's head and upper body much lower than her ass, Harry now has more access to her sweet tight cunt penetrating her much deeper with every thrust. It didn't last long when he starts to hear her moans.

Tammy couldn't stand the pleasure that was fast approaching and she would stop sucking Rob's cock every few seconds to let out a moan. She tried to suck Rob as best she could and in rhythm with Harry's cock sliding in and out of her pussy and then her body tensed as she held her breath.

Rob watches as Tammy let go of his cock as her whole upper body went to rest on thighs, her left side of the head resting against his six-pack with his cock sticking up against her neck and her hands gripping the edges of both side of the chaise.

Harry felt Tammy's body shiver as he held her hips and then her cunt tightens till her body starts to jerk and felt her cum shot against his shaft. Her cum juice starts to ooze out of her as he continued to fuck her wet cunt, faster and faster.

Tammy moaned in pleasure as she released her cum, squirt after squirt she moans. She was breathing heavy when she felt Harry starts to fuck her fast and hard making her moan much louder. After a few seconds of hard thrust, she felt Harry's cock slid out completely and felt him forcefully pull her hips. With that quick move she ended up sitting at the edge of the chaise face to face with Harry's cock.

Harry was stroking his cock as he offered it to Tammy. He held her head with one hand as he continues to stroke his cock and pressed it against her lips.

Tammy opened her mouth and let Harry's cum smeared cock head slid inside her mouth, tasting her own sweet cum. She starts to suck its head and bobbing her head back and forth in rhythm of Harry's stroke till she heard him starts to grunt and his hand grab a handful of her hair and felt his cum shot inside her mouth. She swallowed, drop after drop of his cum as it shot out of his cock.

Harry held her by the hair as he thrust a couple of inches of his cock inside her mouth and released his hot juicy sperm inside her mouth. He watches as her tight little red lips tightly closed against his cock and felt her suck its head. He let go of her hair and his cock as she allowed her to continue sucking him dry and her right hand took over from stroking his shaft.

Rob got off the chaise and placed his hands by Tammy's hips, pulling her lower body off the chaise and coached a position for her.

Tammy got the idea of how Rob wants for her to position. She slid her body to the right and stood on her right leg with her left knee on the chaise with out letting go of Harry's cock.

Rob positioned himself behind Tammy and placed his left hand against her lower back and with his right hand guided his stiff black cock towards her cunt. He rubbed its head against her opening a few times, smearing its tip with her juices before he finally starts to enter her.

Tammy pause for a moment from sucking Harry's cock as she felt Rob's cock starts to part her pussy lips, stretching her opening once more to accommodate its purplish head. 

Rob couldn't believe how tight Tammy's cunt was as he starts to penetrate her deeper and deeper. His cock slid in smoothly inside her wet cunt and her cunt juice starts to squeeze out of her opening as he fills her with his big black cock, inserting it all the way deep inside her in one thrust.

Harry's cock slid out of Tammy's mouth as he heard her gasp and moan when Rob's cock penetrated her cunt all the way. 

"How's that pussy son?" Harry asked Rob.

"Damn tight pops! She's fucking tight!" Rob replied as he slowly starts to slide his cock out.

Tammy looked behind her to her right to glance at Rob as he starts to fuck her tight cunt and with her left hand replaced her right hand from stroking Harry's cock. She moaned again as she felt Rob's cock starts to slide in again.

"So how does it feel to have two black cocks?" Harry said as he looks down at Tammy.

Tammy looked up at Harry and just gave him a teasing smiled before she went back on licking and sucking his cock. Although she admits to herself that it's quite arousing to have two cocks to please her, she still prefers a one on one fucking she thought.

Harry just grinned to his son as he stood there and have Tammy suck him. Although he just released his sperm filled cum inside her mouth just a few moments ago, his cock was still hard as steel. Perhaps watching this young beautiful girl and the fact that she looked just like her mother whom he was obsessed with, really gave him a hard-on that he never felt since the last time he fucked Tammy's mother, Joan.

Rob's hands were all over Tammy's tiny waist and hips as he continues to slowly fuck her, enjoying every moment feeling her tightness against his shaft as it slid in and out of her.

Tammy tried her best to suck Harry off even though her jaw and mouth starts to get sore, she didn't even complain about the awkward position she's into, perhaps she still have to get used to this she thought.

Harry watched Tammy's lovely face and red little lips suck his big black cock. He couldn't believe that he starts to feel his orgasm building up quick and he placed both hands on her face as he held it gently and began to move his hips.

Tammy looked up at Harry when she felt his hip starts to move back and forth, causing his cock to slide in and out, fucking her mouth and getting faster every few seconds. She kept her lips tight around Harry's shaft as her body begins to sway back and forth to meet Rob's thrust behind her.

It didn't take long when Harry felt his orgasm approaching once more and he pulled his cock completely out of Tammy's mouth and said, "Son, I just got to feel that tight cunt against my cock one more time" and then pulled Tammy up to him. Rob's cock slid out of Tammy's pussy as Harry pulled her and laid her down on top of a large circular pillow on the floor.

Tammy got the chance slid her body around for a comfortable position before Harry grab hold of her right leg just behind her knee and pushed it outward as he position himself between her legs with his right hand stroking his cock and guiding it to her opening.

Harry held her right leg as he slid his cock head up and down her slit, lubricating its purplish head with her cunt juice before he starts to make a circling motion against her opening, pushing her pussy lips aside as it enters her, little by little.

Tammy squirmed and moaned as she felt her pussy lips parted and Harry's big cock head starts to enter her, stretching her cunt opening once more.

Harry let go of his cock and lift her other leg and pushed it outward exposing her lovely pussy and a perfect view for all of them to see as he fills it with his big cock.

Rob sat on the chaise gently stroking his cock as he watched his father take his position between Tammy's legs and had a perfect scene of his father's black cock stuck inside her cunt. He's still in trance with her mound, smooth and tight pussy lips with just a tiny thin patch of pubic hair just above her slit, and what a sight. Just watching a huge cock penetrating this tiny young cunt with a awesome facial reaction, and match that with her soft erotic moans was better than those sex videos.

Tammy grab hold of the edge of the pillow on both side of her hips as she felt Harry's cock stretching her cunt and filling her in full capacity in one thrust till she felt his ball sack against her ass and his hips against her ass cheeks.

Harry watched her face as she gasp and moan and even a louder moan as he made a circling motion with his hips, grinding his cock deeper inside her tight cunt. He loves the feeling of her tight cunt squeezing his cock just like Joan's, he thought.

Tammy raised her head a bit and looked down to watch Harry's big cock starts to slide out of her wet, tight cunt. She saw his cock glisten with her cunt juice as it slid out halfway and watched it slide back in. She moaned as she lay her head back down and raised her right hand to her forehead and ran her fingers through her black silken hair with her mouth open as she took a deep breath.

Rob couldn't stand it and he knelt on the left side of Tammy by her head and guides his stiff cock towards her open mouth and slid its length across her lips a few times before he slid it inside her mouth.

Harry's orgasm was quite near even before he stuck his cock inside Tammy and the tightness of her cunt even made it closer than he wanted it to be. He tried to hold it as long as he could as he continues to fuck her faster and faster.

Tammy was concentrating on the pleasure that Harry's cock was giving her till it was broken when she felt Rob's cock on her lips and into her mouth. She wanted to protest but she decided not to and starts to suck Rob's cock instead as she moved her right hand to his cock and wrapped her soft hand around its shaft. Her body shook with every thrust Harry made as he pound his cock inside her.

Rob let out a moan of approval as Tammy began to suck his cock and the starts to fondle her firm breast for the first time. He squeezes and caressed them and pinches her sensitive pink nipples pointing up at him.

Harry held Tammy's legs out, pressing at them much harder this time as his weight begins to shift further on top of her as he fuck her faster and faster. After a few seconds, he pulled his cock completely out of her pussy and began to jerk it off furiously till he sprayed his cum all over her belly.

Tammy gasp letting go of Rob's cock as she felt Harry's cock unexpectedly pulled out of her and even heard an audible pop. She raised her head to see Harry's cum spit out of his pee hole and to her Tammy. She felt the warm and sticky fluid against her soft skin as it trickles down her side.

Harry continues to stroke and squeeze his cock till he couldn't squeeze out any cum out of his cock anymore. He let out a grunt as he whipped his cock at her tummy and let go of her right leg.

Tammy felt relief on her legs and hips as she laid them straight ob both side of Harry's legs. She continues to stroke Rob's cock all the time till she let go as he stood up and her hand fell to her chest and unconsciously starts to fondle her left breast. She gave Harry a smile as he stood up between her open legs.

"Girl, I still can't have enough of the sweet pussy, but I got to go. Rob will take you home," Harry said to Tammy, "You better get your ass going cause you don't have much time boy!" He said to Rob before he turned and started towards the door and picking up his clothes on the way.

Rob offered his right hand to Tammy and assisted her to stand up. Tammy grab hold of one of the spread cloth close to her as she stood and starts to wipe off Harry's cum from her body. She glanced at the grandfather clock and noticed the time and Rob looked at where she was looking as well.

"I need to freshen a little," she said to Rob.

"Do we got time for that?" Rob asked back.

Tammy gave Rob a smirk and then a smile. 

Rob pointed on one of the door a few feet from where they stood, "What time do you need to be home?'" he asked as she starts toward the door Rob pointed to.

Tammy didn't answer and went to freshen up. Rob was getting anxious waiting for her and his cock starts to soften. It didn't take long when the door opened once more and Rob saw Tammy's naked body, she's fucking beautiful he said to him self.

Tammy approached Rob sitting on the chaise and stood in front of him and noticed his now semi-erect cock. "I guess I need to work on this first," she said as she leaned down and took hold of Rob's cock and positioned herself, kneeling between his knees. Rob leaned back against the backrest as he watch Tammy stroke and fondle his cock.

Tammy stroke Rob's cock with her right hand as she begins to lick its head before she engulf its purplish head with her mouth and start to suck.

It didn't take long and Rob's cock was as hard as it could get. Watching Tammy's beautiful face against his black meat was really an awesome sight.

Tammy slid his cock out of her mouth as she felt it harden. She stood up with her right hand still holding his cock and positioned her self on top of Rob. She planted her left knee beside his right hip, and then her right knee beside his left hip. She leaned forward, her left hand on top of the backrest next to Rob's head as her left arm supported her upper body.

Rob watches as she lowered her hips down and held his black stiff cock straight with her right hand.

Tammy looked down as she lowered her mound, aiming her opening to the tip of his cock. She paused for a second as she felt his cock head against her pussy lips before she used her weight on top of his cock. She held his cock till its head was inside her before she let go of it and placed her hand on his hip.

Rob watches as his cock disappear, an inch at a time and felt the tightness of her pussy as it slide inside her. He heard her gasp and moan half way through and then she starts to raise her lower body exposing an inch or two of his shaft glistening with her cunt juice as it slid out of her.

Tammy lowered her ass once more, much lower this time till Rob's cock was completely inside her. She straightens up and ran both of her hands to her head as her black silken hair slid between her fingers. She let out a deep breath, "Mmm, your as big as Harry."

"You think so?" Harry asked.

"It felt like it" Tammy commented and gave him the most beautiful smile he ever saw. She tilts her head back making her hair fall behind her and her chest out. Her beautiful firm breast arched up with its pink nipples sticking out in invitation.

Rob was really admiring her beauty and her perfect body. He placed his hands about her slim hips and starts to caress her soft, smooth skin. His hands slid up the side of her body till it reached her breast. He cupped them gently in her hands and began to squeeze and caress them and it felt great he thought.

Tammy placed her hand on his arms as she felt his hands on her breast. She moaned and gasps as he gently caresses them especially when he starts to pinch her nipples.  She hasn't told any one, even her brother, that she likes her breast being touched and her nipples sucked, she even sometimes wonder if anyone ever got the hint.

Rob leaned forward and starts to kiss Tammy's left breast and traced the surrounding of her nipple with the tip of his tongue before he enclosed it with his lips.

Tammy gasps once more and placed her hands behind his head. The arousing sensation she felt on her made her cunt tingle and contract, squeezing Rob's cock.

Rob gently nibbles her left erect nipple and once in a while sucking and licking it rapidly. He heard her moans of approval especially when he felt her cunt squeezing his cock.

Although Tammy felt a little sore from the fucking she's been getting, she couldn't stand the pleasure that was building inside her and she starts to grind her mound against his shaft. She bit her lower lip as she held Rob's head against her breast and then her body starts to rock back and forth.

Rob still couldn't believe the tightness of her cunt as it slides in and out of her, and it felt great. He laid back on the backrest after a few seconds from when Tammy starts to ride his cock and his hands slid down to her slim waist as to assist her.

Tammy was s little disappointed when she felt his head slip off her hands and laid back, she wished that he'd suck her nipples a little longer, but it didn't really matter, his big cock was enough to continue feeding her orgasm. She leaned forward and held on top of the backrest as she continues to rock her body back and forth.

Rob seems to assist her bounce up and down his shaft as he held her by the waist.  His cock felt so hard that it seems like it's going to burst and the tightness of Tammy's cunt made it even harder it seems. He could feel his orgasm accumulating in his balls and he starts to move Tammy's hips, coaching her to go faster.

Tammy rode his cock a little faster as she felt his hands went a little tighter against her skin and tried to match his hands rhythm as it slid her skin up and down. It didn't take long when she felt her orgasm approaching fast and her rhythm starts to pick up.

Rob moaned as his cock slid faster and faster, in and out of her. His right hand slid up to her left breast and starts to fondle it. He felt her cunt contract and squeeze his cock much tighter.

Tammy let out a moan a little louder this time as she's about to release her orgasm. Her body tensed and felt weak at the same time after a second as she squirts her cum juice against Rob's hard shaft.

Rob felt her cum as her body jerks a few times and it seems like her cunt was sucking his cock because he couldn't control shooting his own cum inside her.

"Fuck! Oh, Fuck! Shit!" Rob said as he push his hips upward a few times in an effort to slide his cock in and out of her cum filled cunt.

Tammy moaned and grunted, as Rob's cock slams hard inside her. She lost her strength and her body went limp on top of Rob. She could still feel his hands tightly against her hips as he held it in place while he made a grinding motion against her mound.

Rob shot the last drop of cum before his bottom went back down, "FUCK! That didn't happen before."

Tammy was still catching her breath as she straightens up and saw the concerned or disappointing look at Rob's face. "I'm on the pill, if it worries you?"

"Now you told me. Damn girl, I could get another round!"

"Whoa, whoa," Tammy said as she slid off Rob's still hard cock, "Sorry but this girl just have to get home" she continued and taps his cheek, " Bedside's, I'm kinda sore if you know what I mean" she finished and walked toward the powder room and grabs her clothes on the way.

Rob was about to say something but didn't bother to. He stood up and took his clothes and went up stairs to his room with his dick still sticking up like a pole.

Tammy finished up in the powder room but Rob wasn't around so she sat down on the chaise where they just finished fucking and waited for Rob. He showed up a minute later and they where out the house and on their way to Tammy's house.

They talked along the way and Tammy seems to like him more and more. And as for Rob, aside from giving her the gentleman approach, all he could think of is how he could fuck her again.

Soon he was pulling over in front of Tammy's house. She gave him a quick kiss on the lips before she got out, wave good-bye and turned towards to house almost running with out looking back.

Tammy went straight to the upstairs bathroom to take a long bath. She turned on the water and dropped some bubble bath cubes in the tub; she just finished taking off her panties when she heard her brother knocking on the door.

"Tam!" Josh yelled as he knocks on the door.

"Yeah! What do you want?" Tammy yelled back.

"Open the door!"

"What for?"

"Want to talk to you!"

"Later, I want to take a bath!"

Josh knocked once more and tried to turn the doorknob but it was locked, "Open the door, Tam!" he yelled once more but he didn't heard her reply, only the running water.

Josh went inside Tammy's room frustrated and laid down on Tammy's bed to wait for her. He didn't plan to dose off but he was startled when he heard the bathroom door slam, loud enough to wake him up.

Josh was anxious to find out about the black guy who dropped his sister off. A lot of things ran through his mind and the thought of his sister being fucked by a black cock came into mind and the thought of it caused a rush of blood to his cock, pumping it to life, it's been a while since the last time he fucked her sister.



Innocence Lost Ch. 08



Not totally unselfconsciously though, as she suddenly noticed someone also with extremely short hair watching her from a rock just to the edge of the glacier. At first Innocence thought this might be some kind of mirage and she was looking at a mirror reflection of herself, as women with such very short hair were rather unusual in Brook unless they were nuns. But this girl had a very skinny body with tiny breasts just like Bouche.

"Don't stop!" pleaded the girl when she noticed that Innocence had spotted her. "I've really enjoyed watching you! And you've got such a wonderful dick!"

Well really! thought Innocence. She wasn't masturbating for this woman's pleasure. Crossly Innocence picked herself up and waded through the snow away from her partially melted patch towards where she'd left her rucksack.

"Don't go! Please!" pleaded the girl standing up. She, like Innocence, was wearing only boots and a rucksack, but there was a glimmer shining from her crotch and nipples which really didn't seem very natural. Innocence paused briefly, but then continued. Why did her days of solitude have to be disturbed so?

"You're Innocence aren't you!" Shouted the girl. "I've heard so much about you!"

Innocence started. How did this total stranger know her? Was it those photographs she'd had taken of her? Had her freakish fame spread so far? The girl ran towards her, and Innocence could see further glimmerings from the brilliant sun through the ice-blue sky reflecting from what she could now identify as body jewellery. And such a lot of it! Her ears seemed to be a mass of earrings. A ring through her nose. Great round rings through her nipples and a collection of shiny gold and silver metal attached around her groin. A woman clothed only in precious metal.

"I'm a friend of Mouse's!" announced the girl. "My name's Dodie! I knew you were in Brook. Your sister told Mouse about you leaving. I never expected to see you though! And you do have the most wonderful prick!" 

Innocence stood by her rucksack on the grass looking bemusedly as Dodie herself stepped out of the snow and her brilliantly edged shadow obscured the few flowers surrounded by melted snow. 

"It's beautiful! I must touch it!" gasped Dodie, coming to within feet of Innocence. Dodie reached out her hand and took the round mass of Innocence's testicles in her palm. "It feels so firm and sure! You must be the luckiest girl in the world!"

Innocence wasn't sure that she felt like that, but she settled down in the grass next to Dodie and allowed her to put her arms around her and to caress her breasts and stimulate her penis. She'd had so many hands caress her that she somehow didn't mind a couple more, even from someone who only knew her by report and whom she'd never heard of before.

"You've got Cafard's classic guidebook!" exclaimed Dodie, suddenly taking one hand off Innocence's penis and reaching for the guidebook Bouche had lent her which was lying just by Innocence's sandwiches. "How wonderful! And I didn't know you were at all political! But then Mouse wouldn't know would she!"

Innocence reflected on the truth of that - Mouse hadn't the slightest interest in political, social or ethical matters. However, Innocence wasn't especially marked for her political interests either. "It's not mine, I'm afraid! I'm borrowing it!"

"Don't you find it puts Brook into perspective though?" Remarked Dodie detaching her other hand from Innocence's left breast and used it to support the book on her lap. Innocence felt slightly discarded by this sudden change of Dodie's attention. Her attention was focused on the rings and studs embellishing Dodie's groin and hidden tantalisingly within the bush of her pubic hair. "People think of Brook as just being some kind of naturist holiday resort. A place where you can take your clothes off and fuck in public. But it's so much more than that! It's a whole history of political struggle for freedom. A struggle to retain its own distinctive identity in an unsympathetic nation."

Innocence's mind wandered as Dodie concentrated her thoughts on politics, and she let her gaze return to the hills. The political struggle wasn't there at the moment, she thought. What there was was the swerve and sweep of swifts, the song of birds hidden in trees, the ticking of cicadas in the distance and the shadows of the mountains etched against the deep blue of the sky. She gradually became aware of hands attaching themselves to her thighs. She looked down to see Dodie, who had taken off her boots, kneeling in front of her, resting a hand on each of her thighs, looking imploringly up at her.

"May I?" Dodie asked in a curiously submerged voice glancing pointedly at Innocence's penis. Innocence nodded. She stayed transfixed by the view while Dodie's mouth engaged itself on Innocence's penis with a passion that she'd not experienced since she'd last made love to Mouse. Dodie wasn't as technically proficient at fellatio as Bouche, but there was no doubting her passion or the joy in which she licked up the semen that eventually came pumping forth and threatened to stain the scenery.

To Be Continued...



Innocence Lost Ch. 09



In Which Innocence is restored to Purity; the beauty of Innocence is immortalised on film and Purity and Innocence are exposed to the virtues of great wealth and proportion.

Dodie and Innocence were staying at different resorts on opposite sides of the mountain where they met, so despite Dodie's entreaties that they stay together and further what she said was potentially a beautiful relationship, Innocence returned to her hotel room to spend a few more uneventful days in the shadows of Les Petits Grands. She soon felt the need to return to the vegan commune in the hope that Purity would have returned. The thought of being with Purity once more filled Innocence with a warmth of expectation and desire.

When she returned, she carefully removed her clothes before coming within sight of the commune as she didn't wish to attract the approbation of the more fundamentalist commune members, although she was aware that the stares she got were no less pronounced than before. She felt nervous as she walked towards the main farmhouse, her penis shriveled from anxiety and aware that although her hair had grown to nearly a centimetre in length it was still very short in the eyes of her company. She was delighted though when Purity hurried up towards her smiling with her arms outstretched. In less than no time Purity's arms were around Innocence's naked body and they were kissing each other full and long. 

"I'm so pleased you came here!" Purity exclaimed. She ran a hand down Innocence's stomach from the hollowed recess of her navel, over the flatness of her stomach and to her penis. "And you can see that you have nothing to fear of being naked here! Isn't it so much nicer?"

Innocence let her eyes drop down to her waist where the whiteness of her skin around the groin clashed determinedly against the opaqueness of Purity's skin. She was very conscious of the lack of sun she'd allowed against her lower body and how untanned she seemed in contrast to the others.

Innocence enjoyed her stay at the commune much more now that Purity was there to share it with her. She and Purity slept in the same room and the same bed in the commune. At first she was alarmed that she would have to share the bed with two others: a fat woman with an unfortunate propensity to fart and belch for which she never apologised nor gave any warning, and a very skinny man with a very thin penis and a wispy apology for a beard. 

Innocence soon found out more about the sexual ethics of the commune which she found she was expected to participate in. This was principally that one would never have exclusive partners - this was considered a great vice leading to jealousy and selfishness. And also one had to be very open about one's sexual behaviour and pay no attention to anyone else's presence when making love. This meant that at any moment and at any time Innocence would stumble across two or more people making love with each other making no allowance for the nuisance the flailing of their limbs or their ecstatic gasps would make. Another feature of the sexual ethics was that there was apparently no concept of aesthetic choice in whom one made love to - and most certainly gender, race and age were not to be used as grounds of discrimination either.

As a result she often found Purity in the throes of lovemaking with the most unattractive people, and usually at some time in the night during, after or before Purity and she had made love together. She might be deep inside Purity, her bottom trembling with ecstasy, sweat clinging to her chest and Purity's vagina clasped tightly to her penis (Purity had quite a grip which she used to great erotic effect). Then Innocence would notice a hand grasp her testicles, or another tongue probe the entrance to her anus as her buttocks were gently parted, or see another penis appear in front of her face to be greedily gobbled by Purity. Sometimes there might be four or five people gathered around Purity and her participating in their activity with no prior invitation to do so.

Innocence knew that her attitudes towards sex were definitely not as liberated as they ought to be. She found some of the partners she'd make love to distinctly unattractive. They might be grossly obese with layers of fat around the top of their thighs and contrasting tiny hands or feet. They might be painfully thin with breasts more like fat sausages with hairy nipples at the end. There were penises that barely made any impression when erect - perhaps half an inch long and spurted uncontrollably and often into her face. There were those who made no effort to clean the shit from their bum after they'd excreted leaving unpleasant dried and sometimes moist brown faeces trailing between their cheeks. A common feature of members of the commune was their lack of physically attractiveness - Bouche and Purity were very prominent exceptions and this possibly explained their popularity as partners. This common feature was partly obscured by the curtains of hair over the face and shoulders, but not assisted in many cases by the untrimmed facial hair.

Innocence wasn't getting to enjoy the meals or the meetings any more. The meals were distinguishable only by the strength of the herbs and spices that were mixed in, sometimes so strong that however hungry she happened to be she was unable to digest the food at all. The meetings became, if anything, more tedious as she became more familiar with the topics of conversation. Frequently, in any case, she would find her attention diverted from the meeting as Purity or another person would start stimulating her penis or even suck it off in full view of everyone.

Purity was not one of those in the commune who spent most of her time working in the fields or cooking. She was one of those who went outside and worked in the community. She was almost openly dismissive of the majority of the commune who never ventured outside its grounds. "They might as well be anywhere! Why bother to live in Sauterelle?" she would say. Innocence was never completely sure what Purity did to earn money, although Purity never deliberately hid the source of it. It just seemed to differ every time. Sometimes she would earn money at a shop selling incense, tarot cards and joss-sticks. Sometimes at a market stall selling mystical books. Sometimes at record shops or factories or cleaning streets. "I'm very resourceful!" she admitted.

When she was at the commune, she spent most of her time with Innocence but often she didn't come back leaving Innocence feeling lonely and friendless. Only Bouche would give her any great attention when Purity wasn't around. Somehow, Innocence's very obvious difference could only be broached when she was already occupied with Purity. Bouche couldn't be around all the time of course, so often Innocence would help at the commune in peeling turnips, boiling carrots or tilling the soil with the wooden instruments that they made themselves and somehow preferred to those that could be bought at shops. Often she would sit in her room watching life go by through the window of her room. Sometimes she would be watching people making love, but usually she just watched mundane activities and the games of the animals.

Because of the commune's disapproval of clothes, she felt nervous about venturing into Sauterelle where her penis attracted so much attention and which she couldn't hide. When she did venture, she would try her best to obscure it with her hands or a bag, but it was very uncomfortable to keep up her guard in this way. Her hair was growing longer though. She no longer looked like a nun but her hair was too untidy to make her look at all stylish. She viewed herself in shop mirrors (there were no mirrors at the commune as such vanity was discouraged) and longed to be allowed to style the awkward mass of inch-long hair.

"What you need to do," Purity advised Innocence, "is to earn some more money and work in the community."

"Doing what?" asked Innocence. "Photography?"

Purity smiled. "Why not?" She leant over to Bouche who was sharing the bed with them at that stage. "Any suggestions?"

"I might be able to help," Bouche answered, looking up from the fat short penis she'd been stroking. "I'll ask around."

Bouche's photographer friend didn't have any work at present. He was still selling prints of the previous sets of pictures, but he said the pictures had generated a fair amount of interest. "Women so well endowed aren't that common even in Brook!" he explained. However, a day or so later Bouche was able to tell Innocence of work that both she and Purity could participate in.

"It's a film that someone's making about life in a small village or something," she explained. "Or is it about some court case. Anyway, they're very interested in incorporating Innocence in some scenes to add some extra interest. And also they want someone to help with the fuck scenes."

"I don't want to fuck in front of the camera!" gasped a horrified Innocence.

"No, not you," smiled Bouche. "It's the main star. She's black and she also doesn't want to be filmed fucking. So they want some black girl just for those scenes."

"Fucking in front of a camera never bothered me!" laughed Purity. "Anything for money. Within reason of course."

So the two girls accompanied Bouche to the set of the film which was in a small village, Escarbot, just outside Sauterelle. The director was a lanky tall gentleman who wore only a waistcoat and a shade over his eyes. He was very impressed by Innocence's appearance and was even more attracted by her cinematic potential when Bouche demonstrated that her penis was fully functioning. "It's a shame I'd never heard of you before," he commented, "otherwise I could have made a whole film around you. The most I can do at present is to get a scene or two written in which you're incorporated."

Innocence's appearance was indeed appropriate for the present film in that as a result of living in the commune she had a very rustic appearance about her. Particularly with regard to her short unkempt hair and the tan she was developing from staying out in the sun so much. The role in which she was cast was essentially as a village eccentric. Originally, the village eccentric was to be eccentric by virtue of being an invalid. "But that wasn't very cinematic," explained the director. "We wanted a character that was somehow odd. A leper. A village idiot. A eunuch. We considered lots of alternatives. But you're just perfect. And sexy too!"

Innocence wasn't required to do a great deal of acting as such. Her lines didn't amount to very much and were certainly not too much for her to memorise. Mostly she was just filmed in positions that could be incorporated where appropriate in the film later. Great attention was given to her penis to ensure that it was easily visible but not too blatantly so. Bouche's skills were employed here to give it the right touch of tumescence that was required for the big screen. 

Innocence enjoyed having make-up put on her - a thing which Purity was adamant on refusing for herself. She watched herself in the mirror as her face and body were touched up to suit the demands of the camera. She thought to herself that when she'd been paid for the film, the first thing she'd do would be to go to a beauty salon and get her hair cut properly. Here, the hair was trimmed only so much that it would look appropriately untrimmed but still cinematic.

Purity's role was much more basic, and consequently she was able to avoid being made up. In the film, the lead character was a black woman who was married to a man in this small village where there was considerable racial prejudice. Part of the irony was that the black woman was not accepted into the community because of her differentness whereas the character played by Innocence who was no less different (and in fact probably a great deal more so) was. By some series of complications, all this chemistry led to a court case and a tragic end to the film, but none of these scenes concerned either Purity or Innocence. These weren't to be filmed in the village of Escarbot and the sex scenes didn't involve the black actress.

The actress didn't blanche so much at the fellatio scenes - although the director pointed out that these would probably have been modified had she objected. So the filming of the sex scenes would continue with the male actor (or at least his member) getting quite excited as she slobbered about with his balls and his prick. Bouche was very dismissive of her technique. "She'd never get a job like mine," she sniffed. "Look at the amount of wasted film there'll be. It's taken her nearly ten minutes to get it to that size! And I don't think she could she could get it any bigger!"

Then Purity would step into the fuck scene. The black actress would step to one side wiping her full lips clean of the taste of the male actor's penis. She would wander off to the changing room where she would clean her teeth to remove every last trace from her mouth. In the meantime, Purity would move into place in the film set and her film lover would insert his now erect penis into Purity's cunt. Purity and the actor would improvise the rest of the scene which Purity would succeed in prolonging to at least ten minutes and several quite different positions. Purity was particularly keen on anal fuck scenes as she'd been told by the director that if they were included in the final cut it would increase her bonus, but she was sensitive enough not to reduce the standard vaginal shots to too few a number. While they were fucking, the camera operators would run around taking shots of almost only the genitals from many different angles. They seemed to get dangerously close to the action, but Purity was sufficiently used to having sex in public not to appear in the slightest bit concerned.

"That was excellent, Darling!" exclaimed the director afterwards. He'd been watching the fucking through the monitors connected to the camera that was filming and by means of which he'd been co-ordinating the activity. "You're a real professional! We've probably got enough material in that one shoot not to need to take it again! Ace! Brill!"

The director then explained how the footage would be incorporated into the film. The black actress would later be filmed with the actor feinting sex in various positions that fitted in with the penetration and ejaculation shots, and these would be intercut with the scenes with Purity. "No one will be any the wiser!" he said. "Nobody will be able to tell the difference between one black fanny and another!" However, he commented that the unshaved legs and the mass of hair on Purity's head might complicate some of the shots. "Darling Papillon religiously shaves her legs, so we'll have to carefully edit out any glimpse of yours, Darling. You've got delicious legs - absolutely super! - but the hairiness just won't be right!"

Purity and Innocence lived together at the film set for several days and didn't venture back to the commune at all. Bouche felt much more loyal to the commune and went back every evening. She complained that she was underworked, but not about the pay. Although there was a need for erect or slightly tumescent penises in the male cast, this was not for all scenes. Most of the film had no sex content at all, and indeed the cast wore more clothes on set than off. The director admitted that the film could have been filmed almost anywhere in the country and there was nothing very special about Brook except that the liberalness of the environment meant that there had developed a very healthy pornographic film industry and consequently a lot of concurrent film services.

Innocence was delighted when she got paid. There was more than enough for her for a long time and she'd got a film credit as well! She'd definitely be looking forward to seeing herself and her penis on the large screen. "All I'll see of myself is my cunt and arse!" sniffed Purity, who, although she'd earned less than half of what Innocence had earned (even with her anal sex bonus!), was pleased with what she'd got. The worry Innocence had related to returning to the commune.

"I don't think I want to go back!" she confessed.

"Why not?" wondered Purity who seemed genuinely concerned at parting from Innocence. Their time together in Escarbot had been passionate and very enjoyable.

"I don't like it. I don't like the food. I don't like the meetings. I don't like a lot of the people. And I don't like feeling like a freak!"

Purity seemed quite upset. "I'd no idea it was so bad!" 

"It's you I love! Not the commune!"

At that Innocence and Purity made a very tearful decision to part. Purity back to the commune, and Innocence resolved to return to her sister and her sister's lover. She felt that in their company she would be better accepted than anywhere else. Purity admitted that she wasn't sure how long she intended staying with the commune. "It's my life at the moment. It's not easy to leave!"

Innocence kept true to her earlier resolve. She returned to wearing shorts to hide her penis and went to a beauty parlour to have her hair cut and styled. When she left with tastefully applied rouge on her nipples and a blonde bob, she felt curiously liberated, but resolved to see more of Brook before returning to Chastity and Kedi.

Before she left Brook, Innocence arranged to meet Purity again for a last drink at a cafe bar in Sauterelle, known as the Rampant Lion, an occasion Innocence knew would be very sad. "You will come and visit me?" she insisted of her black lover.

"And you'll come back to Sauterelle?" Purity responded.

The Rampant Lion was a place of glass, ivory and lush red velvet upholstery only half full of mostly young people who were without exception naked. Innocence, in fact, was the only one whose genitals were covered, but the shorts she was wearing were so tight that with the exception of the crotch her beautiful figure wasn't obscured at all. She had heard somewhere that in Brook there was no visible class distinction or any other kind because everyone was equally as bare, but Innocence no longer believed this. Purity very much stood apart and not just by virtue of her skin colour. No one else paid so little attention to the state of their hair or the hirsuteness of their limbs. No one else at this rather pricey retreat wore anything as basic as nothing on their feet. And everyone wore at least a bit of make-up - if only to highlight the nipples or to accentuate the toe or finger nails or just to enliven the lips of their vaginas. Innocence felt obliged to go to the counter each time to buy the drinks so that Purity wouldn't be embarrassed by any rudeness from the bar-staff.

Innocence was sat perched on the stool by the bar with her reflection staring at her from both the mirror behind the bar and the one that covered the bar counter itself waiting for the barmaid to finish serving another woman who seemed to be buying for a group of ten other women. They were probably office girls on their lunch break, but from the hoots and gales of laughter that erupted on occasion from their table Innocence wasn't sure that they weren't midday party-goers. Then she heard a girl who was between her and the one being served draw in her breath and give a soft whistle just below her voice. This was accompanied by "Would you ever believe that!" coming from the table of office-girls. Innocence turned her head to see what was attracting the attention.

It was a large well-built man, as unshaven and hairy as any of the men at the commune but with a red richness of hair that didn't look at all unkempt, but indeed rather grand and majestic. Like all the other patrons he was naked, except for the bag he was carrying over his shoulder which he hoisted off as he made his way to the bar. It was not however the attractiveness nor the hairiness of the man that was attracting so much attention, however, as the size of his limp penis dangling majestically between his legs. It was at least ten inches long over a pair of equally majestic testicles. Innocence had never seen anything like it. Her own penis was nothing like as large as that.




Innocence Lost Ch. 09



INTRO: Tammy (18) just got home from her first interracial three-some and her brother Josh (19) saw the black guy driving the car that dropped her off. Josh was a little concerned or perhaps felt a little jealous and went to confront his sister not knowing that their mother Joan (38) was listening.

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Meanwhile, Joan was quite relief that she's able to go work out again, it's been a while since she was able to. She wasn't able to do her normal daily routine, not for the past three months, since her husband Drake got promoted, but with a price that changed her life, her sex life.

From Harry, Drake's former boss, with Rick and her daughter Tammy, and her son Josh. She just hopes that things will be back to normal as soon as Harry leaves town, and in regards to her son and daughter, they seems to act like nothing unusual happened.

She just finished an aerobics class and was having a breather and a cold drink in the gym's snack bar by her self when she noticed two men perhaps in their late 20's talking and would glance at her as they chat, and good looking too, she thought.

Joan was getting a little conscious knowing that these men were perhaps talking about her. She looked around her and she's the only one around with an exception of a couple sitting by the bar, she knew then they are in fact looking at her.

She suddenly tensed when she noticed the taller of the two starts to walk towards her. She felt like a teenager back in high school when a school hunk about to ask her out. She don't know why she's acting this way, getting nervous and all. "Calm down woman!" she said to her self as she tried her best to look calm.

The man was about 10 feet from her when he notice and could tell her nervousness as she play with her glass and took a glance at him. He smiled as he got a closer look, "Yup, that's her alright," he told himself.

Joan pretended not to notice him as she faced the other direction when he was a couple feet away. She only turned to face him when she heard him, "Excuse me?"

"Yes," Joan replied as she faced him and took a sip of her drink through the straw.

The man smiled and asked, "You don't recognize me don't you?"

Joan shook her head and smiled back at him as she placed her right elbow on the table and starts to play with her right ear with her fingers.

"May I?" the man asked as he grabs the chair next to her.

Joan was about to say something but he was already seated and offering his hand, "Ben," he said. Joan shook his hand and told him her name.

"My friend thought he recognize you and sure is, he's right" Ben said.

Joan gave him a questioning look, "Sorry but you lost me."

Ben refreshed her mind during the time when he asked her to dance a month or so ago and she remembers now, how could she not. Thoughts of Harry's big cock rush through her mind and she couldn't stop the tingle she felt between her legs.

Ben noticed her cross over her right leg on top of her left thigh as she confirmed remembering that night to him.

Ben smiled again, "You're really hot that night and you're really something."

"That wasn't me that night, it's been a hectic week, you know?" Joan said.

Ben saw Joan kissed a white man before she left with the black man that night, "Not wearing your ring?" he asked as he pointed at her finger.

"I usually take them off when I workout, it sometimes get caught with the equipment."

They continued to chat and Joan even forgot to go back to her workout. She got caught in the moment and feeling wanted. It's been a few weeks since her husband made love to her, ever since he took over that job from Harry.

They talked till Joan noticed the time and she got to get going. Ben asked for her number but she said it's not a good idea but instead she asked for his number. Ben handed her a business card and she went in the locker room.

Ben just sat there waited for her to get her things and walked her to her car, chatting some more till she drove off and on her way home.

Tammy went straight to the upstairs bathroom to take a long bath. She turned on the water and dropped some bubble bath cubes in the tub; she just finished taking off her panties when she heard her brother knocking on the door.

"Tam!" Josh yelled as he knocks on the door.

"Yeah, what do you want?" Tammy yelled back.

"Open the door!"

"What for?"

"Want to talk to you!"

"Later, I want to take a bath!"

Josh knocked once more and tried to turn the doorknob but it was locked, "Open the door, Tam!" he yelled once more but he didn't heard her reply, only the running water.

Josh went inside Tammy's room frustrated and laid down on Tammy's bed to wait for her. He didn't plan to dose off but he was startled when he heard the bathroom door slam, loud enough to wake him up.

Josh was anxious to find out about the black guy who dropped his sister off. A lot of things ran through his mind and the thought of his sister being fucked by a black cock came into mind and the thought of it caused a rush of blood to his cock, it's been a while since he fucked his sister.

Tammy walked in her room and saw Josh sitting on her bed and could notice the bulge in front of his khaki pants. "Come on Josh, not now!"

Josh eyed her sister funny wearing just her bathrobe, "Just want to talk to my sis."

"Oh no, not with that thing like that!" pointing at his bulge, "What gives anyway?"

"I saw him."

"Saw who?" She asked as she went to her dresser with out closing her bedroom door.

"You know whom I'm talking about, the black kid that dropped you off."

"Just a friend."

"Friend my ass, did you have sex with him?"

"That's none of your business Josh!" Tammy said as she faced him.

Josh got a hunch the way she answered, "You did fuck him! Who is he Tam?"

Joan saw Josh's car as she pulled in the driveway and don't know why she felt anxious. She heard her siblings yelling in conversation as she opened the front door, "Great now what?" she said to her self. She dropped her bag by the coats closet and proceeded up the stairs. She paused for second when she could clearly hear what the two was arguing about.

"How could you say that? Do you think I fuck every guy I know?" Tammy yelled.

Josh stood up, "Who is he Tam?" Josh asked again.

"What the hell Josh, why do you want to know?"

Joan was by her daughter's door listening by this time.

Josh saw the frustration and anger on her face and realizes that he won't get any if she's this mad. He decides to calm her down. "Sorry sis, maybe I'm just, just....."

"What Josh, what?" she yelled back at him.

Josh sat back on the bed, "Maybe I just feel jealous."

Tammy calmed down as she heard her brother being jealous. She loves him dearly and perhaps she understands why he's acting up. She realized that they haven't talked for a while and they've been through some unusual moments. She felt guilt as well, keeping him out of what she just experienced, "Maybe? Are you are you not?" she asked.

Rob was relieved when he saw her trying not to smile, "Ok, Ok. I'm jealous. You're happy?"

Tammy smiled as she sat on the chair next to her dresser, "Sorry for getting mad at you."

"I'm sorry too sis. So who is he?"

"Your not going to give up won't you?'" she eyed Josh and saw him shook his head, "Robby," she finally said.

"Robby? He's not from our school is he?"

Tammy nodded and she asked him if he remember Harry and she continue when he nods, "Robby's his son."

Joan almost freaked out when she heard Harry's name from Tammy, She was about to burst in Tammy's room when she heard Tammy's next words that made her stood still.

"I had sex with him too," Tammy said.

"I knew it!" Josh said.

"Is that why you had that bulge in your pants?"

"The thought of it came to mind, yes." Josh said, "Give me the scoop sis."

Tammy told Josh q quick ran down of what transpired with Harry but when she saw her brother starts to rub his bulge, "I think we should continue this next time."

"Aw, come on Tam."

"Nope, I know what's cooking in your mind and to tell you the truth? I had all the fucking I could handle and I'm pretty sore."

Josh began to argue but Tammy was on him and pulling him off the bed and pushing him towards the door.

"Sorry Josh, it just has to wait. I promise I'll give it to you in detail; it will be worth the wait don't you think?" Tammy said as she pushed her brother out the door and closed the door.

Joan was leaning on the wall, her eyes closed, listening and taking in all the words she hears. Images of her daughter and Harry filled her thoughts; she should be angry but instead she was thinking her own first time experience with Harry. She could attest to what Tammy told her brother. The thoughts fed her excitement she was unaware of all this time, perhaps since the meeting with Ben back in the gym. Every thought gave her chills and felt that tingle sensation in her cunt once more.

Josh turned around to convince his sister but saw the door close and was surprised to see his mother with the same surprise look on her face. He was about to say something when Joan placed her right point finger against her lips, telling him to be quiet.

Joan turned and proceeded down the hall and went in his son's room and closing it behind her as Josh entered the room.

"How long have you been listening?" Josh asked as soon as she closed the door.

"I heard it all, I could hear you two yelling from down stairs. So what do you think about all this?"

"I think I'm ready to bust my nuts, but seriously, mom? I've been imagining you having sex with a black man since we found out about Harry and now Tam? This is too much and I want to know!"

Joan blushed when she heard her son's comment, "Know what?"

"Mom, we already had sex; I could picture you and sis, but not Harry? Damn, this is driving me nuts!" Josh said as he rubbed his cock through his pants.

Seeing her son the way he act in front of her, Joan couldn't help but control her laugh, "Will you calm down and take off your clothes. What's up with you boys with this interracial thing anyway?"

Josh didn't waste time and starts to take off his clothes and at the same time watches his mother undress but didn't answer her question.

Joan took the skirt off that she uses to cover up her lower part when she goes to and from the gym. She then slid the strap of her one-piece workout suit off her left shoulder first and off her arm and did the same on the other.

Josh saw her breast pop up off the cup of her suit as she lowered the rest of it down her body, pass her hips and bent down to slid it off both her leg. He couldn't believe that it just seems only yesterday when he last saw her naked. She looked great and if not for her being his mom? She could pass as another teenager. He stood there in aw seeing her mother only with her rubber shoes and panty on.

Joan reached up behind her head and fixed the ponytail of her hair. She gave her son a smile and hooked her thumbs by the garter of her panty as she squat down taking her panty down and off her leg.

Josh just slid his boxer off his right leg when his mother stepped in front of him and took hold of his hard cock as she look up to him.

Joan starts to stroke his cock sliding her hand up and down its entire length and then pushing him backward towards the bed. Looking up at him, "So what do you want to know?" she asked.

Josh felt the edge of his bed behind his leg, embracing Joan as he sat down, taking her on top of him as he lay down on the bed.

Joan sat straddling Josh's thighs between her legs, her knees on both side of his hips, as she continues to stroke Josh's cock, "Is he big?" she heard him asked.

Joan smiled and nodded, "Just a little compared to this and your father's, if that what you meant?"

"Come on mom, who are you kidding? You know what I saw in our guest room that day, I could piece things together." Josh argued.

Joan felt her face turn red; she thought Josh wouldn't catch her if she changes the facts a little. "Ok, it's really big," she said finally, "I couldn't even get my fingers completely around it, maybe a good inch or so," she added. Then she thought she felt his cock got bigger while she strokes it.

Josh's cock got harder as he pictured Joan with Harry's black cock; she just verified the oil bottle and the small blood on the sheet he found that day. "How did you feel when you saw it? Does it scare you?" Josh badgers her with questions.

Joan figured, "like father, like son," her husband Drake loves to hear every detail and even watch her fuck and Josh's not so different. Somehow it turned her on as well and she starts to tell Josh what happen that day when Harry fucked her for the first time in much detail as she continue to stroke its cock, and her grip getting tighter.

Josh moaned, as he listen to Joan, "...scared, ...can't take it all, ...stretching my cunt, ...ripping it, ... on and on," he heard her tell and feeling the pleasure on his cock that his mother's hand was giving it.

Joan was getting excited just telling her experience and knowing her son's getting off with every detail, she could even her wetness seeping out of her cunt. She went up on her knees and moved to position her mound on top of Josh's cock, guiding it with her right hand as she lowered her bottom.

Josh felt like he's going to shoot his load as he felt his cock head squeeze between his mother's cunt lips and to his shaft. Her opening squeezing its entire length like a tight band as it slid down its shaft. "I just can't imagine how Harry felt when it really felt tight with mine, mom?"

Joan let out a continuous gasp till she got all of Josh's cock inside her, "That felt good," she said after she let out a deep breath. "Perhaps it's been a while since your father and I made love," she answered and began to grind her bottom against his hips.

Josh couldn't control the urge to release his orgasm much longer, "Can you suck me off mom? I just have to release my load really bad," he told Joan as he held her waist, stopping her grinding motion.

Joan didn't said a thing and kneeled up, and Josh's cock popped out of her tight cunt, swing her right leg over to his right side and bent down and to suck her son's glistening cock with out holding it.

Josh groaned and moaned as he felt his mother's lips tighten on his cock head and then slid its entire head in her mouth. He felt the tightness of her lips against his shaft just under its head.

Joan just bobbed her head up and down a couple of times while she sucks its head when she felt Josh's hot cum shot inside her mouth. She heard him moan as he tried to fuck her mouth every time he releases his cum. She didn't let go till his cock stopped jerking and swallowed every drop of his son's cum.

"Thanks mom," Josh said after he felt her suck its head hard and heard his cock popped out of her mother's mouth.

Joan just smiled and gave his still hard cock a quick few jerks with her right hand.

Josh sat up and turned to face Joan, placed his left hand on her right shoulder coaching her to lie down. 

Joan lie down and spread her legs as Josh positioned him self between them.

Josh pushed her knees outward with his left hand and guided his hard cock with his right hand and slid its cock head up and down her wet slit a few times before he starts to push in.

Joan gasp after she felt his cock head pressing hard against her opening, felt her cunt lips parting, stretching her opening, till its entire head slid inside her. 

Josh hooked her right leg behind the knee with his left arm as he slid forward on top of Joan and buried his entire cock inside her in one slow thrust. He then did the same thing with her left leg with his right arm and then planted each hand on both side of her rib cage to support his upper body with his arms half way on top of Joan.

Joan has her legs open wide as it rest on Josh's arms and his cock deeply buried inside her. She felt his pelvis did a circling motion that made his cock stir, rub and slide against the inside of her cunt walls.

Josh watched her mother bit her lower lip, raised her chest and both her hands grasp a handful of the bed sheet by her hips followed by an arousing moan. He lowered her head and sucked her left erect pink nipple that made her moan some more and then heard her say in a soft voice, like a whisper, "Fuck me."

Joan with her eyes closed and felt multiple tingling pleasures all over her as Josh sucked her sensitive nipple and his cock triggering multiple pleasure spots inside her cunt when she unconsciously said the words.

Josh let go of her nipple and starts to fuck her tight cunt in a long slow rhythm, feeling her opening like a ring tightly against its shaft as it slid in and out. Then a picture of Harry and Joan in the same position flashed into his thoughts, "Harry must have felt the most pleasurable feeling a man could ever experience when he fucked my mother," he thought to himself.

Joan felt her orgasm accumulating fast and strong and starts to let out soft moans with every thrust Josh made. Josh must have read her mind when his rhythm starts to pick up, faster and faster his cock slid in and out of her and his hips slams a little harder against her mound that shook the bed.

The thoughts and images that flashed through Josh's mind made him to fuck his mother a little harder and his orgasm to build quickly. He heard her moan as he fucked her with every thrust and then felt her start to meet his thrust.

Joan finally felt her orgasm in the brink of explosion and she began to hump her as up to meet Josh's forward thrust. Her cunt muscles begin to contract, squeezing his cock even more.

Josh felt her mother's cunt got tighter and felt like it was sucking his cock. He heard her moan and saw the intense concentration on her face, felt her legs tense and body start to jerk and finally felt her cum squirt hard against his shaft. His own orgasm wasn't far behind, he fucked her couple more times and then with one deep thrust, he released his own cum.

Joan felt his hot cum juice fill her pussy, mixing with her own and it starts to squeeze and flow out of her cunt.

Josh collapsed on top of Joan and releasing her legs from his arms and his head lying on her chest between her breasts. "I don't get?" he said.

Joan starts to caress his hair, "What?"

"I don't seem to remember you being this tight?"

"Really? You liked it?"

Josh raised his head, "Like it? Mom, I almost came when I got it in you, it's so tight! I couldn't describe it but it was awesome, mom."

"Joan smiled and ruffled Josh's hair, "You are awesome too," she said and then pushed him off her.

Josh slid off on her right side and his slimy, semi-erect cock slid out of her cum filled cunt. 

Joan felt cum juices starts to free flow out of her cunt as she sat up. She grabs the bed sheet from under her and bundled it between her legs and taking it with her as she scoot off the bed, "I'll wash this," she said as she starts to walk towards the door.

Josh watches his mother as she walk and drag the rest of the sheet behind her, "You really look hot, mom," he commented.

Joan opened the door and turned to face him before going out the door; "You really think so?" she asked teasingly and then said, "Will you get us dinner? I don't feel like cooking. Take some money from my purse; it's in the gym bag by the front door. Thanks hon," and closed the door behind her.

Josh was still lying on his bed, still thinking how tight his mother's pussy was. Then he thought of Tammy, "Fuck! Harry fucked my little sister too?" he thought to himself. Images of his sister and Harry came to thought and his cock starts to harden, "Damn!" he said a little louder and he shook the images off his mind and stood up and went to the bathroom down the hall, cleaned up and went back to his room to dress up.




Innocence Lost Ch. 09



Josh picked up Joan's gym clothes and dropped it off in the dirty clothes bin on the way down. He saw the gym bag on his way down the stairs and went to pick it up and placed it on top of the sofa table.

Josh opened it and starts to look for Joan's purse, he noticed a calling card and picked it up and examined it, "Benjamin P. Heizel", and "Accountant" he read. He shrugged and dumped it back in the bag and retrieved the purse and took two $20 bills, dumped the purse back, closed it and laid it back where he found it and he's off the front door.



Innocence Lost Ch. 09



When the gentleman arrived, he was served directly before Innocence even though she'd been there first - but she didn't mind as it gave her more opportunity to examine his magnificent endowment. The girl who was standing next to Innocence started chatting idly with him. Innocence herself had finally got served and picked up the two cocktails she'd ordered.

"Haven't I seen your photograph?" suddenly remarked the gentleman to Innocence.

She started. Did he mean the photographs taken by Bouche's photographer friend? That was always possible. "I don't know," Innocence answered slightly blushing. "Where might you have seen it?"

"At a friend's home," commented the gentleman in his deep voice. He frowned while trying to remember where it might have been.

"Was it in a magazine?"

"No, not a magazine. Although it wouldn't surprise me at all to discover that a beautiful woman such as you were a model. No, it was a photograph in a frame. Are you a friend of a woman called Une, by any chance?"

Innocence started. "Well yes I am." She knew the photograph he meant and she also knew that it showed her totally naked with her penis on full display with Une in her white gown gently stroking it. So this gentleman knew her great secret!

"You must be Innocence. I've been told so much about you. My name's Leon. May I join you?"

"I'm with a friend," explained Innocence in a way that was more an invitation than a statement. She and Leon walked up to the settee where Purity was sitting and looking terribly bored. She was flicking through the pages of a woman's magazine that was supplied by the cafe-bar containing recipes, knitting designs and pictures of men with fully erect and slightly shiny penises. It was with such a page being open that Purity raised her head to virtual eye-level to Leon's penis and was instantly taken aback.

"My god!" she gasped accepting the cocktail from Innocence's hand. "Is it real?"

"Is what real?" laughed the gentleman still standing while Innocence sat down next to Purity.

"Your prick. Is it real?"

Leon laughed and looked around the bar where other patrons averted their eyes guiltily. "Feel it and see!"

This Purity did without any shyness. "It's amazing. And exactly the right proportions. The weight of these balls." She weighed them in her palm and pinched one. It was almost the size of a snooker ball. "Does it work?"

"I'm not going to show you now whether it works or not," teased Leon, pulling a chair towards him and sitting down on it. 

The conversation soon roamed away from Leon and his assets, and although he gently hinted at his knowledge of Innocence's unique attributes it stayed generally away from genitals altogether. Leon lived in Brook, partly, he said, because of the weather and the people, and partly because of the difficulty of finding a pair of trousers or underpants that were appropriate elsewhere. "I'd probably have to wear a kilt or toga otherwise!" he joked. He'd not always lived in Brook, but it was here that he had started his business and although it had branches throughout the country it remained based there and so did he.

When the evening ended, Leon invited the two girls back to his hotel room in Sauterelle which they were glad to do. It was a full suite in the Hotel Abeille with a beautiful view over the town of Sauterelle to the mountains and sea beyond. Innocence had never seen so much luxury before and was completely overawed, but not Purity who was in next to no time on top of Leon's penis sucking away at it. Innocence was alarmed as his penis stirred and grew and grew and grew yet more. The length of it was at least as long as Purity's arm from elbow to wrist.

"Have a taste!" invited Purity. Shyly Innocence, still in her shorts, crawled over the silk sheets of Leon's bed and with a little temerity applied her lips to the underside of Leon's prick which noticeably stirred. The two girls licked and sucked around the enormous mass of penis. Innocence put as much of it in her mouth as she could and that was barely the glans.

"Take off your shorts," suggested Leon. "I know what you have to offer!"

Innocence smiled shyly but undid the belt of her shorts and pulled down both shorts and the knickers underneath revealing her own very stiff and excited penis which nonetheless looked very small indeed compared to that of Leon. He bade Innocence to turn her body round and put her penis into his mouth while she and Purity continued to massage his. At one stage, Purity attempted to get some of it into her cunt but no more than seven or eight inches of it could get in her and it was clear to Innocence that although she was terribly excited and well juiced it was causing her a certain amount of pain. Tenderly Innocence eased Leon's penis out of her cunt and licked the lips with her tongue.

When Leon came, it lasted several minutes as spurt followed spurt. There was so much semen stored and waiting to come out that it couldn't be relieved in just one go. Semen spread everywhere. Purity had a mouthful and Innocence too and still their bodies were covered in the sticky lubricating stuff, the sheets clearly stained. This stain was not alone because in amongst the spurts of Leon's semen Innocence's own also spurted free into Leon's mouth and trickled down Purity's face. Never in their lives had the two girls seen so much semen.

And then Leon's penis shriveled gradually back to its original ten inches. But everyone was too exhausted to repeat the exercise. Innocence's mouth and jaw ached from the strain of putting such a large firm thing inside it. Purity's groin throbbed and ached and there was blood where some of her inside flesh had torn in the exercise. ("My second maidenhead!" she joked looking at the blood smeared on her hand.) Leon was the least exhausted of the three of them, but he made no attempt to re-initiate the lovemaking. Instead he tenderly kissed the two girls, told them that they could stay the rest of the night and that the bathroom facilities were theirs whenever they wanted to use them.

To Be Continued...



Innocence Lost Ch. 10



Intro: Josh (19) talked her mother, Joan (38), into helping him convince his girlfriend's mother, Jen (39), to let them go to the Bahamas together. Josh couldn't wait to get home the next day, to get the scoop from his sister, Tammy (18), about her interracial sex with father and son, Harry (39) and Rob (18).

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Joan took a quick shower and after she dried off and blow-dried her hair, she went in their bedroom to dress and noticed her self in the full-length mirror and paused in front of it. She took off her bathrobe and started to pose naked; examining her looks and figure from every angle she could possibly see.

Joan doesn't want to brag but she does look "HOT" as his son said and others as well. Her long black silken hair against her back, her firm breast with pink nipples protruding out, her slim waist, flat tummy and stomach, her tiny patch of pubic hair, smooth legs, natural red lips all seem to complement each other and well proportioned.

"Perhaps this is why Harry was so obsessed with her," she thought. Then she said "Tammy," as Harry's name came up to mind. She quickly dressed up in anger and went to see her daughter.

She opened Tammy's bedroom and was ready to confront her when she saw her sleeping comfortably. Seeing her daughter's beautiful and innocent face diminished her anger and sat on the chair next to the bed and watched her for a few minutes.

"Why is this happening to us?" Joan asked to no one in particular. She's confused and angry; she doesn't know what to do or think anymore. All she knew is that it all changed each one of her family; perhaps it's all inside them all along and it took Harry and Rick to let it out of them.

She always fights and denies her feelings but ends up liking it, loving it, wanting it, and dreaming it. She finally gave in and couldn't deny it, she likes sex, to fuck, big cocks and all.

She stood up and went out of Tammy's room and closed the door behind her. She went down stairs to the kitchen and took a bottle out of the fridge and glass out of the cupboard and poured herself a drink.

Josh came back with a paper bag full of Chinese food. He saw his mother sitting by the dining table with glass on her hand. He placed the bag of food on the table, "Got you your favorite," he told Joan.

"Thanks hon," Joan replied and took a sip of her drink, "What else you got?"

"The usual. Orange chicken for Tam, Beef Broccoli for dad, some noodles, and fried rice," Josh said as he took the boxes out of the bag.

Joan got up and placed the glass in the sink and got some plates and forks from the cabinet and placed them on the table and started opening the boxes till she opened the one she was looking for. She sat down and served herself, placing a good portion on her plate and starts to pick it with her fork.

Josh got his and started to eat as well, "Where's Tam?"

"She's asleep, she'll be up when she gets hungry," Joan said.

They were quiet and eating for a few moments till Joan opened up a conversation, "Ready for the prom?"

"Yeah, just have to pick-up Sheryl's dress."

"How is she, I haven't seen her for a while."

"She's fine I guess?"

"What does that mean?"

"I asked her mother if she could come with me to the Bahamas and Mrs. Kein said she'll think about it."

"Jennifer," Joan said, "That's her name right?"

"Mrs., Kein? Yup," Josh said.

"Maybe she's just concerned with the expense?"

"I told her I'd pay for it."

"How will you manage that?"

"I'll sell some of the equipment Rick left me. I got a great offer and it will suffice more than enough for both of us."

Joan was thinking, "Tell you what, I got some funds put away, I'll give you that. Keep the stuff," Joan said, "Don't tell your father," she added.

Josh was smiling ear to ear, "Great mom! Thanks."

"You're very welcome," Joan said playfully and gave his son a smile.

"Now, if someone could just convince Mrs. Kein to let Sheryl go. That would be even great," Josh said with out looking at his mother and continued to eat his food.

Joan eyed her son and shook her head, "I'll try to talk to Jen," she said and saw Josh about to jump of his chair, "I can't promise anything though," she finished saying as she points her fork at him.

"Thank you, thank you! Mom, you're the best."

"How's Jen anyway? Is she seeing anyone, do you know?"

"She's fun to talk to, I always tease her about how she looked and dressed."

"Why's that?" Joan asked.

Josh told Joan that Mrs. Kein would look really hot if she wears the right clothes and fix her hair; she doesn't even need a lot of make up. He also said that he thinks she's not seeing anyone or even go out at all.

Joan remembered that Jen did look great and not bad looking. Then she remembered seeing Jen kept glancing at Drake during that party and she even teased Drake about Jen, the way she look at him. She suddenly felt sorry for Jen as she pictured her all alone. All she knew is that Jen's husband left them a long time ago.

"You think she would be hotter than me?" Joan asked, just out of the blue.

"No way! No one could be hotter than you around this town, maybe Tam, just because she's my sister."

Joan just smiled, "Tam's really beautiful, but you really think I'm hot?"

Josh rolled his eyes and sigh, "Mom, I'm not the only one saying it! I heard some of the guys from school said you're hot. They were even joking around asking me if they could have you for their date for the prom and even heard one commenting having a piece of you."

"And what did you say?"

"I pretended I didn't hear it. What can I say mom?"

"What? Are we feeling jealous?" Joan teasingly asked.

Josh just smiled and shrugged his shoulders, "Maybe?"

Joan smiled back and sighs as she stood up and took her plate over to the sink. She leaned over the breakfast nook counter, "It's getting late hon, still got school tomorrow. Your father seems to be coming home late again," she said and retired up to her room picking up her gym bag on her way up.

Josh looked at the wall clock and finished his food on his plate and started to clean up and put away the food in the fridge. He went up stairs and peeked inside his sister's room as he passed by to his room. He saw her beautiful innocent face peacefully asleep, "Damn sis," he said to himself before closing the door.

Josh and Sheryl finally got to pick up her prom dress. He made up an excuse that he needs to get home early so he dropped her off at her house and took off, anxious to get home.

Tammy got home early as well and Jay had her drive to practice for her driving test. They talked and planned about the prom night on the way. Jay was excited to have her for a date and couldn't wait for prom night. She gave him a quick kiss on the lips before getting off the car. He waited till she's inside the house before he decided to leave.

Josh was just pulling in the driveway when he saw Jay's car started to back up. He barely avoided hitting Jay's car and stopped next to Jay's beat-up car, "Yo, what's up Jay?" he yelled.

"Just dropping off Tammy," Jay replied.

Josh got out of the car and went beside Jay's car door, shook hands, "Ready for the big night?"

Jay blushed and smile, "Yup, got the suit and ordered a corsage."

Josh playfully punched Jay by the shoulder, "Hey! Better take care of little sis, OK?" he said as he walked away.

Jay gave Josh a salute, "Yes sir!" he replied as he starts to back out of the driveway.

Tammy was just opening a bottle of OJ when she saw Josh walk-in the front door.

"Hi Tam," Josh greeted his sister as he sat on one of stools in front of the breakfast nook counter, "Toss me one of those," he asked Tammy as he leaned on the counter top.

Tammy took another plastic bottle of OJ from the fridge and tossed it to Josh, "You're home early?"

"Just want to talk to you, that's all," Josh said and winked at her.

Tammy rolled her eyes and tried to avoid a grin, "About what?" she asked as she walked to the family room and sat on the sofa.

Josh jumped off the stool and followed her and sat next to her placing his right arm on top of the backrest behind her, "Aw come on Tam, give me the scoop, will you? I'm dieing to hear what happened."

Tammy finished her drink, "Are you really?"

"Remember that day when we figured what's going on with mom, about Harry?" Josh asked. He saw her nod, "Since that day, I kept imagining, picturing mom with a black guy and it drove me nuts," he continued and felt his cock starts to pulse into life.

"I know what you feel," Tammy said in response, "I did too. I guess that's how it started when Harry dropped by to see mom. I guess I just got curious and don't know what came over me and I started to flirt with him."

"You're saying that you guys did it here?" Josh asked.

"Right there and there," Tammy said pointing at the love seat and at the carpet floor.

"Damn sis, you got guts! What if mom walked in on you guys or even dad?" Josh exclaimed.

"It never even came to my thoughts," Tammy replied, "I guess join us?" she finished and laughed as she nudged her brother with her shoulder.

"You think dad knows?"

Tammy shrugs her shoulders, "I doubt it."

"So what happened next, is he big?"

Tammy began to tell the details of that day and Josh was rubbing his cock through his pants as he listen and absorb every detail of her experience.

"I got to get this pant off," Josh said as he stood up to take off his pants.

Tammy was about to debate but her brother's cock sprang out of his briefs as he slid it down his legs. All she could do was shook her head and eyed it as he sat back down.

Josh was grinning at her, "What?" he asked and began to stroke his cock.

"I couldn't continue with you jacking off next to me."

"Would it make any difference if I jerk off in front of you?" Josh said jokingly, as he was about to stand up.

Tammy stopped him with her right arm, placing her hand on his chest and said, "No, no silly, will you stop fooling around?"

Josh leaned back and looked at his sister, "You know what would be great? You could jack my dick while you tell the rest of it."

Tammy looked at her brother's face and saw his beautiful smile, she loved him dearly and she couldn't resist his charm. She leaned against his right shoulder and took hold of his cock by its head with her left hand.

Josh placed his right arm behind her neck and his hand on her right shoulder, "Oh yeah," he said softly as he felt Tammy's soft hand against his cock.

Tammy felt his cock twitch and pulse against the palm of her hand as she glides it down and up its shaft, pre-cum started to ooze out of its tip and to her hand.

Josh shifted his ass in a comfortable position and watched his sister's hand stroked his hard stiff cock as he listened to her sexual account with a black cock.

Tammy continued on with the detailed account of her escapade with Harry and Robby while she continue to stroke Josh's cock, now with its head glistening with his pre-cum. She couldn't deny the excitement that was boiling inside her. She was just finished telling the part "when she felt so full and stretched with Harry's big black cock" that she stopped, slipped her snickers off and stood up and took off her tight pants and panty.

"I can't stand it anymore!" Tammy said and took a position on top of her brother's lap, facing him, his hips between her knees.

Josh's cock got harder as he watched Tammy got naked from the waist down, exposing her wonderful tight, smooth cunt. He assisted her, placing his hands on her slim waist, as she positions her mound on top of his cock.

Tammy held Josh's cock in place with her right hand as she lowered her body. She stopped as she felt its tip touch her pussy opening and rubbed its head against her slit and felt a little soreness that made it a little uncomfortable for her especially when its head starts to penetrate and split her pussy lips open.

Josh watched his cock head slid inside Tammy's tight pussy and heard hear gasp. He looked up and saw the tension on her face. He could feel her opening tightly against his shaft.

Tammy bit her lower lip as she lowered her mound and impaling her cunt with his cock. She gasps for air stopping half way down his shaft and let out a moan as it slid out a couple of inches.

Josh watched her cunt fluid flow out of her cunt and trickle down his shaft as she raised her mound sliding his cock out.

Tammy finally lowered her mound all the way down, taking in Josh's entire cock deep inside her, "Ahhhhh," came out of her lovely lips as it slid deeper and deeper, penetrating her tight little cunt.

Josh lightly pulled her hips down in an effort to help her penetrate her cunt with his hard throbbing cock in one motion. He thought he's going to reach his climax at one point as he felt the pressure of Tammy's tightness against his shaft.

Tammy's upper body fell forward against his chest with her head resting on his left shoulder as she waited to regain back her strength.

"You OK?" Josh asked while his hands slid down to her thighs and starts to caress them.

Tammy sat up straight and placed her hand oh his arms, "I'm fine. Still sore that's all."

"Geez sis, you really got a fucking yesterday if you're still sore."

Tammy started to grind her mound against his crotch in slow motion to get used to the discomfort from her soreness, "I just don't know what I was thinking, two big black cocks, can you imagine that?" She asked teasing Josh.

"What I couldn't imagine is how those guys felt, when you're already so tight with mine?" Josh said, "I don't remember feeling you this tight," he added followed by a moan.

"It felt bigger inside too. I think you're just so aroused knowing I had a black cock," Tammy said as she continued to grind back and forth, and contract her cunt muscles to tease her brother more.

"Ahhh, that felt great," Josh said as he felt her pussy squeezed his cock, milking it, "You're going to make me come if you keep doing that?"

"That's the main thing isn't it?" Tammy teasingly asked.

Josh moaned again much louder this time, his grip got a little tighter against the skin of her waist, "Stop! Stop Tam," he said as he sucked in air between his teeth, "Ahhhhhh, I don't want to come yet, stop!"

Tammy stopped and giggled at her brother, "You should have seen your face."

Josh sat up straight and slid his hands from her waist up to her back under her shirt and pulled her against his body, "Oh yeah? You should have seen yours, you're so beautiful," he said and kissed her on the lips.

Tammy returned his kiss and wrapped her arms around his neck. They kissed passionately, biting and sucking each other's lips and tongue. Then she felt his hands slid under the back strap of her bra and then slid towards her breast and held them with his hands and pushing the cups of her bra up, just above her breast.

Josh gently squeezed her breast, fondling them and she broke their kiss as she moaned when he start to pinch her erect, hard nipples. He slid his hands out of her shirt and slid it up against her body till her breasts are exposed in front of him.

Tammy felt his hands at the back of her waist and watched his head got closer to her right breast. She inhaled a deep breath as she anticipate what he's about to do.

Josh heard her moan as his lips touched her sensitive erect pink nipple. She gasped as he sucked it and heard her arousing moans as he traced and licked it with the tip of his tongue.

Tammy let out an arousing moan, loud enough that it could be heard through out the house, when she felt Josh sucked her nipple hard and strong. Tingling sensation rushed down to her mound that made her pussy contract.

Josh grab hold of Tammy by her ass cheeks and stood up taking her with him with his cock still inside her. He turned around and laid her down as gentle as he can on the couch and accomplishing it with his cock intact in her cunt.

Josh positioned him self in a comfortable position as Tammy's right leg was hanging by the edge of the couch and her left knee by her chest held by his right hand behind the knee and supported his upper body with his left hand planted between her right armpit.

Tammy moaned as she felt Josh starts to grind his cock inside her, she could feel her pussy full and tight. Her eyes were closed when she heard him, "So you like that?" She opened her eyes and look at her brother's, "Yes, I like it," she said as she moaned between words.

"Bigger cocks are better?" Josh asked.

"I like yours," she said, "Just perfect," she continued.

Josh starts to pull out of her, halfway out; he pushed it back in a little harder than he usually does. "But you like it bigger!" he said as his hips and crotch made contact with her mound.

Tammy moaned and gasps as her body shook from the thrust Josh made. She felt his cock sliding out of her again before she could say a word and then slammed back inside her once more.

Tammy raised her right knee giving more access and penetration for her brother's cock. Visions of Harry's big black cock flooded her thoughts; her breathing got harder, and her cunt feeling stretched and full. She starts to moan in conjunction with every thrust Josh made as she pictured herself and Harry fucking on the floor.

"Yeah, you like that big dick! How did it feel? Did it hurt? Did he cum inside you? Did it...Did he....?" Josh asked her as she thrust his cock hard and deep.

Tammy couldn't stand the badgering her brother was doing and the pressure of his cock as he fucks her, "I never felt so full and tight His cock was so hard that I could feel the veins that ran through his entire cock pulsing inside me," she said, moaning between her words.

Josh felt her cunt contract, squeezing his cock as he heard her continue on, "It felt great when he fucked me in long strokes and felt his warm cum fill me till it seeped out," she confessed. He saw her arched her back. Felt her hands against his hips. And felt her cunt got tighter then followed by an arousing moan.

Tammy's body jerked a few times as she unexpectedly and uncontrollably released her orgasm.

Josh followed suit as he fucked her faster and furiously. There's no chance for him to hold off any longer as he saw her beautiful young face in pleasure and hearing her arousing moans. He moaned as he felt the first shot of his cum rush through his cock and out to its tip. Cum after cum, shot out of him draining his balls and into her tight pussy. He collapsed on top of her as the last shot of cum left his cock.

"I've never came so hard before," Josh said as he tried to catch his breath with his face buried next to hers.

"I don't remember you fucking me this way either and your dick felt bigger too," Tammy countered. 

"My dick's so hard, its freaking hurts," he said and then let out a little laugh.

"What are you laughing at?" Tammy asked, pulling his hair to look at his face.

"I usually sense when you're about to come, but this time, it just blew me away," Josh said and then sat up, popping his still hard cock out of Tammy's aching cunt.

"Ow! Be gentle will you, it's still sore you know?" Tammy complained as she hit him on the chest. She sat up too and felt the gooey mess under her thigh against the sofa. "I don't know what happened, but it just came like a rush. It felt weird, but I came hard too," she continued and straightened her shirt and bra down to cover her body.

Josh watched his sister stood up and was looking around for something, "What are you looking for?"

"My clothes, and something to wipe this mess?" Tammy said as she pointed on the sofa and her behind.

Josh looked behind her, "You really look great Tam and I really meant it," he said as he strokes his cum covered dick.

"You better clean up before mom gets home or even dad," she told Josh before turning around and walked towards the kitchen then came back with a roll of paper towel and spray cleaner. "Get up and start dressing! That's all you're going to get," she finished.




Innocence Lost Ch. 10



Josh stood up, "OK, OK! Geeez," he complained as he watched Tammy clean up the sofa. He saw her still naked from the waist down and was about to touch her behind when Tammy slapped his hand, straightened up and gave him the look.

Josh raised both hands of surrender as he walk sideways in front of her and around the sofa. He stepped on something, bent down to recover it and then tossed it to his sister. He bent down again and took the clothes with him up stairs.

Tammy dropped her panty and pants on the coffee table and finished cleaning up before heading up the upstairs bathroom.



Innocence Lost Ch. 11



In Which Mouse appreciates Innocence and her thespian ambitions in equal measure; her performances help Kedi otherwise wedded to Chastity; but she affirms greater affection for the virtues of Innocence than those of Chastity.

Mouse was passionately in love with Innocence, with a passion that burst through her tee-shirt and swelled her breasts. She could hardly bear to be parted a moment from her side. She loved putting Innocence's gorgeous penis deep inside her mouth and allowing it to brush against her tonsils. She loved holding it in her hand and feeling it gradually grow from a tiny little acorn to a giant oak in less than a minute. She loved having it deep inside her cunt, while holding tightly onto the frame of the bed, and pushing as hard as she could against it to force it to go as far inside as it possibly could. 

She missed the departure of Zipper with Chastity. She'd always enjoyed sex with children. There was something about the slenderness of their hips, the delicacy of their limbs, the androgynous flatness of the chests and the hairlessness of their crotches that made her feel very hot. She just wanted to engulf her face in their crotches. But making love with Innocence was a full-time occupation. How could someone with such a perfect female body have such a perfect penis and at the same time be such a passionate lover? It really exhausted her! 

She hoped it didn't affect her work as an actress. In rehearsals, she'd have to make love two or three times an hour and sometimes in extremely awkward positions. It was quite irritating sometimes that she'd have to accept frequent coitus interruptus as the director would demand that she and whoever she was with (and there were often more than one) should repeat a particular routine in a different way. "I don't think it's totally appropriate for you to bugger Mouse in the first act. It may be appropriate in the last scene, but I think no anal yet." Or he might say: "A little less crotch and more oral, Mouse, lovie!" Or "There's something wrong with this scene. Perhaps if you did it doggy style. And you'd better keep that scarf out of the way. Fling it off if you must!" 

After all the rehearsals and when the play was on stage though, Mouse didn't seem to notice the strain of frequent sex at all. She might already be pretty exhausted from an hour or two of sex with Innocence when she arrived at the theatre. She may still have trickles of semen down her legs coming out of her vagina at irregular intervals. But once she was in her role, she was totally lost in her character. All she thought about was fitting her sexual behaviour to her part and her lines. 

Recently Mouse had mostly been working on sex farces, which involved rather more sexual partners than in most plays compensated by rather shorter sessions. Most sex farces like Keep Your Trousers Up, Wave Your Willy, More Sex Please and Oh Bangkok! started with a sex scene, followed by an embarrassment where partners revealed their sexual jealousy, then a sequence of partner-swapping scenes and then usually concluding with an orgy involving all the cast. Mouse had built up a good reputation, and often took the lead female role, - or one of the several lead roles. Sometimes the role demanded lesbianism and it was soon recognised that Mouse had a particular appetite and aptitude for these scenes. This only increased her bankable value on most productions. 

Early in her career, however, her penchant for children had almost terminated it. It was one thing to masturbate children on stage - this was recognised as being quite healthy and educational for children. It was another thing to take up a relationship with the leading child star especially if it was the director's child. However Mouse's career was saved by her volunteering to share the child with the director and by accepting a rather unpopular role in a production of Titus Andronicus which required that she get beaten quite brutally on stage every night. The bruises on her face and the whip-lashes and blood on her back were, however, she thought, an acceptable penalty to pay for continuing her thespian ambitions. 

When Mouse was on stage she would sometimes look out at the audience at the men and women who were transfixed by her love- making. She enjoyed the sounds of the audiences gasps as she put an actor's erect penis all the way down her throat. She loved pulling out things like letters, documents or weapons from inside her vagina when the role demanded it and watching the audience's eyes widen as it emerged. "Here are the documents which the king demanded!" she would announce when the plastic bag containing them was only halfway out. 

Not all the parts gave her much pleasure though. A production of The Toilet Lovers, a farce about people with excretion fixations involved her peeing and shitting on stage and then pretending to eat the turds of a fellow actor as he also shat on stage. Much of this was actually faked, as neither she nor anyone else had the required bowel control (nor the stomach for the smell and taste of it), but she was so thoroughly into the role that she could almost imagine the disgustingness of it. 

She was currently appearing in a production of Henry IV, where she played a whore of hitherto unsuspected significance in the lives of not only the future Henry V but of Falstaff. Mouse loved wearing the costume of this whore, which was apparently quite authentic fourteenth century, being nothing at all except a cloak to cover her in the streets. The costume designer had apparently done a lot of research into the subject and had come to the conclusion that fourteenth century whores lived in a world which so totally accepted nudity that whores had no choice but to remain naked all the time to attract any custom. However she had to wear very thick make-up to make her face totally white and her eyebrows were shaved off which gave her a quite startled aspect. 

This looked especially strange when she was not at work. The fashion now had moved to quite long dresses with a slit right up from the ankle to the elastic waist which was hoisted just below the breasts which were meant to be as full and voluptuous and unrestricted as possible. The only jewelry she wore was an ethnic bracelet, and she wore platform shoes that made her seem much taller than she was. She was proud of her long hair, despite the pain it sometimes caused her when she accidentally sat on it. This contrasted quite dramatically with Innocence's hair which was now straight and reached just over her collar. But then after being bald, Innocence had a long way to go until her hair was as long as it had been when Mouse first met her. 

Innocence had become quite a frequent theatre-goer, - principally of course just to see Mouse. As Mouse's recognised girlfriend, she didn't have to pay the entrance fee and, simply sat in whichever seats were still unsold or, if they were all sold, she'd sit in the aisle in her long dress and her own beautiful breasts on display. Mouse loved catching a glimpse of Innocence in the audience and loved to acknowledge her encouraging smiles or her occasional waves. 

The most demanding aspect of her performance in Henry IV was having to make love not once but three times to Falstaff. Mouse didn't mind so much making love to Prince Hal. The actor playing him was quite good and considerate at sex. He knew how sore a girl's cunt could get and was able to make allowances for it. He also appreciated how difficult it could sometimes be to utter your lines while you were taking deep intakes of breath in your love-making. The actor playing Falstaff wasn't so considerate, even in the scene where Prince Hal and Falstaff joined together in an orgy with all the other Cheapside characters. It was probably inevitable that an actor chosen to play a fat, slovenly, boastful and cowardly character such as Falstaff should have some of the characteristics himself. Mouse didn't appreciate having a mouthful of his bad breath, gin-smell and cigar-smoke as Falstaff's tongue went deep inside her mouth. She didn't like the smell of his farts which always erupted just before he was about to ejaculate. And she especially didn't like trying to gasp out her lines while his bulk collapsed on her substantially smaller body. 

Innocence was aware of all this, and showered Mouse with kisses after the performance after she'd taken her make-up off and wiped off the semen from her crotch and mouth with a handkerchief. After the performance, the two would often rush off to a night-club not so much for the dancing and drugs, but more as a way for Mouse to work off her discomfort. She was definitely looking forward to the end of the run for Henry IV. The next play to be performed, however, was very likely going to be The Tempest. She hoped that the role of Caliban wouldn't be played by the same character as was playing Falstaff. Even if he was though, the sex scene with Caliban came very early in the play and was thankfully rather brief. Most of the time, the naked Miranda made love with only a Ferdinand shipwrecked naked on the island, although the naked Ariel indulged in a bit of oral sex with her. The Tempest was famous as a play of almost total nudity, where only Prospero seemed capable of retaining more than the most tenuous grip on clothing. 

Mouse was quite pleased with her body, and had no reservations about displaying it on stage. However, her full breasts which were sometimes an asset, - especially for the viewing advantage of people in the rear seats - did mean that certain roles that demanded actresses of fairly flat breasts were forever denied her, such as Peter Pan, Prince Charming and Joan of Arc. 

Mouse wasn't the only performer sharing the flat with Innocence and her sister. Kedi also made a living on stage, but in a very different capacity to Mouse. Her performances were, in any case, on a regular work routine according to a peculiar shift rota with some opportunity for overtime. She was working at a sex show where for half an hour every two hours or so she would take the stage to perform her act which was of her own design and varied only according to the time of day or the day of the week. She no longer needed to make a living by masturbating in the street - and indeed more liberal employment laws regarding ethnic employment now meant that she could actually earn more through regular employment than she'd used to earn from a day on the street. 

Mouse and Innocence often went out with Chastity to see Kedi's act at the Teddy Bear, - partly to keep Chastity company but partly because as friends of one of the star turns the girls usually got all their drinks free. The atmosphere of the Teddy Bear was totally different from the Queen Elizabeth Theatre. For a start, most people were only partly engaged in the performance. Many would continue their conversations irrespective of what was happening on stage - a rudeness that Mouse could never have borne herself. There you are, baring your soul and usually a great deal more, and being treated like wallpaper! The other main difference is that instead of being lined up in rows with all eyes directed towards the stage, the seating here was around tables where the clients would be drinking wine or beer and sometimes eating, and the music continued almost constantly. Only occasionally did an act require very much in the way of dialogue or monologue, and generally the music was only broken by the compere - one of a series of fat men with very loud suits and greasy long hair - to announce the next act. 

"From the darkest Jungles! From the lands of Cannibals, Tigers and Giraffes! Away from the Steaming Cauldrons and the Teeming Starvation Camps! We have our very own Jungle Bunny! Our own Royal Coon! Princess Pussy!" 

Kedi's stage title was indeed Princess Pussy, and she was in the very privileged position of being the only black artiste in a club where the others were either white or oriental. Generally, black sex performers had to work at the seedier clubs like the Black Cock or the Red Windmill or the Deep Throat Kitten. In those places, as Mouse had found out, all the acts were black (although not many of the audience were) and the acts often included potential or pretend self-mutilation. The girls and the men in those establishments were required to perform to a high degree of sexual humiliation, and men in the audience were often invited to come on stage to fuck the performers or even to piss on them. Princess Pussy's act however was nothing as coarse as that.

As an actress, Mouse had a great deal of respect for Kedi's act. She knew how difficult it was to put so many such large things inside her cunt and to produce them with the correct theatrical relish. She also appreciated the problems of keeping some of them in there after her Chocolate Sandwich routine, which meant being fucked by two white men at once, and still have them ready to pull out afterwards. Half an hour is a long time to continue a sex act, and to provide sufficient variety to keep the act going. And also providing enough interest after the other acts which had already sated most of the audience's appetite for watching fucking, masturbating, buggery, oral sex or audience participation. Kedi didn't even, as some turns did, enliven her act with a monologue to focus interest more fully. 

The art of Kedi's act, Mouse was sure, was to broadcast her broad grin at all stages which somehow made it all seem much more enjoyable than it might have been. She kept her grin going even after inserting her finger all the way up her anus, withdrawing it and licking it. Mouse knew from experience that this often didn't taste at all nice however good your personal hygiene, and to do that so often required a stomach that Mouse wasn't sure she had. 

When Henry IV finished, the Queen Elizabeth Theatre was closed by the Local Council for a couple of weeks for redecoration, and in that time Mouse had an enforced unpaid holiday in which neither she nor anyone else could even begin rehearsals for the next production - which indeed was going to be The Tempest, and in which Mouse was definitely taking the role of Miranda. As expected the actor who played Falstaff was going to play Caliban in this production, but she was pleased to find that the one who'd played Prince Hal was going to take on the role of Ferdinand. But in the meantime, Mouse found herself in a kind of acting hiatus. 

"I feel so empty when I'm not performing!" she complained while sitting in the living room with Kedi and Innocence. 

"If you are liking I'll bring you into my act at the Teddy Bear," suggested Kedi. "Are you wanting that?" 

Mouse wasn't sure. Sex shows weren't theatre, however much skill they involved. "Do you think I'd be any good at it." 

"I have saw you many times at the theatre," Kedi remarked. "I am certain that you will be perfect." 

Mouse was still unconvinced, but she sat with Kedi and discussed what sort of things she could do that would be suitable for an act with Princess Pussy. They determined that they would have a double lesbian act, and would replace the Chocolate Sandwich routine with Mouse and Kedi using a double-ended dildo in each other's cunt simultaneously. It would also rest Kedi's anus which had got a bit painful after being penetrated at least four times every day. Mouse wasn't too sure that she fancied having things pulled out of her cunt of quite the dimensions that Kedi did, but she was shown the techniques that were used to make it more comfortable. For instance, the yards of coloured ribbon that she pulled out early in her act was in fact stored in a matchbox, which she would surreptitiously replace with others during the act when the lights dimmed. 

The two discussed the Saturday night Princess Pussy act which was an hour long and involved audience participation. Kedi demonstrated that the art was to stretch out the oral section with the members of the audience and then get them to come as quickly as possible inside them. With the two of them, it would be possible to restrict the numbers of guest participants to less than five in the half hour allocated. 

Mouse was more nervous than she'd ever been on stage before when she appeared with Kedi as Princess Pussy and the Clitoris Cat. Her role involved her contrasting Kedi's total nudity by dressing in a theatrical cat-mask with whiskers (also very much in contrast to her name) and putting a long furry tail deep inside her anus. Otherwise she wore nothing except a collar round her neck which Kedi attached to a chain. 

Their act extended on Kedi's own with a little twist relying on preserving the fantasy of Mouse being a cat. Part of this involved Kedi pulling at the tail that Mouse had rolled up in her arse which served to not only show that it was in her anus but illustrated it being of a rather improbable length. Mouse found herself genuinely enjoying the sex with Kedi. It was not often that stage sex gave her genuine pleasure, but Kedi was a friend and an occasional lover and this meant that she showed a tenderness that most of her co-stars were not really capable of. As the two of them leaned back on their shoulders with the double-ended dildo (all twenty-four inches of it!) deep inside the two of them, Mouse couldn't help but look out at the table where Innocence and Chastity were sitting. 

There they were, holding hands together and wishing the best for their respective lovers. Mouse smiled to herself, and then in a sudden spasm of real passion she arched herself onto Kedi, causing the dildo to pop out suddenly in the abrupt motion and showered Kedi with kisses. Kedi started and flashed an expression of real annoyance. Mouse smiled apologetically. She then returned to her previous position, forcing the dildo up her much moistened cunt and returned to her exertions with renewed vigour as if the unscripted action hadn't happened at all. It didn't do to be making love for yourself. As a professional, you had to think of the pleasure of the audience. Not your own pleasure. Even if the two did sometimes coexist. Mouse wasn't sure what her real feelings were towards Chastity, although she'd often made love with her, along with everyone else. She was a much more demanding lover than the other two girls - certainly more so than Innocence - and not nearly as tender towards her. However, when Chastity mentioned an opportunity to make love with a child, Mouse's interest perked up quite considerably. As a result of her experience with Zipper and his friends, Chastity had developed quite a passion for children - but opportunities didn't really happen that often. However, at the moment she was working at a shop in a stately home and had struck up a friendship with one of the black cleaning-women - all the menial jobs were done by black women - who had a young eleven year old daughter. Chastity had been working on this woman, Fare, for long time and at long last she'd arranged to have an evening at her place with her daughter, Ayi. 

Mouse was immediately suspicious. "How do you know there'll be any sex?" 

"My relationship with Fare hasn't been totally innocent." 

"I mean with Ayi ..." 

"Fare knows what to expect." 

"But does Ayi?" wondered Mouse, but Chastity wasn't going to elaborate. She wasn't a girl not to share her pleasures with her friends though, which was why she'd mentioned it to Mouse. Innocence apparently wasn't too keen on the idea. "She's a bit of a prude, really!" Chastity commented. "I blame it on that bloody convent." Kedi had also declined, and gave no reason, but Mouse got the feeling that she somehow disapproved of Chastity's scheming with her work-mates. Perhaps she felt, as Mouse did but didn't really care, that in some way Fare and Ayi were being manipulated by Chastity. 

Certainly, Chastity insisted that the two girls dress somewhat more conservatively than they would normally do. Rather more like she would dress at the Stately Home - covering both her crotch and breasts with a simple smock-like dress and wearing tidy little sandals. Fare's home was in a poor quarter of the town, which was badly lit by street-lamps and with streets prominently littered with ancient and broken-down cars. Her own home was a flat in a quite narrow terrace, with a front door patched up by cardboard and no evidence of having been painted for a very long time. There was no response to the door-bell, and Mouse was feeling quite nervous as she stood on this strange door-step watching shadowy black figures go by. Despite her love and affection for Kedi, she still had a kind of prejudice for black people which was quite common throughout Wonderground, despite all the recent reforms. She still feared these foreboding black figures. 




Innocence Lost Ch. 11



Intro: Joan (38) went out to seek Ben (27) in the gym and end up making out in Ben's car. Then Joan did not only convinced Jen (39) in letting their son and daughter to go together but managed to also seduce Jen, not after convincing her husband Drake (39) to include Ben with the seduction. It's a night Jen will have sex again after 2 years of separation from her husband.

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Joan got the chance to call Jennifer, Sheryl's mother, and made an appointment to get together tomorrow and went back to the gym to finish the work out she started yesterday. She was doing aerobics when she noticed Ben walk by on the wall mirror near her. She doesn't know why she felt the urge to be noticed by him when he didn't see her on the floor. He stopped and excused herself from the girl next to her and stepped out of the floor and tried to see if she could see him.

She walked to where she last saw him walk to and discreetly looking for Ben as she pass by the exercise equipments till she finally saw him. She maneuvered through the equipment towards him and chose a cycling machine located near the pathway he would definitely use. It was perfectly positioned with her back towards the direction he'll be coming from and she could watch him on one of the mirrors strategically located around the gym.

She rode the exercise bike but not really giving any effort, she looked at the mirror once in a while to check what Ben's up to. After a while she began to wonder what she's doing, acting like a teenager in heat, like a child playing games. She can't even think of any reason why she's acting this way. Probably she's longing for an attention or just the excitement of knowing that someone likes her. She could see some of the men looking at her on the mirrors; she could see the lust in their eyes as they took a glimpse of her not knowing that she sees them. 

"What am I doing here?" She asked herself. She stopped pedaling and got off the seat when she felt a hand on her shoulder startling her. She quickly turned in a protective stance and quickly lowered her guard as she saw Ben in front of her.

"Are you OK?" He asked, smiling at her.

"A huh, just caught me off guard," She smiled back.

"I was heading for the locker room when I noticed you. Just want to say 'Hi'," Ben said. "I thought this day wasn't your work out schedule?" Joan questioned.

"Yup. I just took a chance that I might see you here and here you are," Ben said.

They start to walk towards the locker rooms, "Why do you want to see me?" she asked as they walked.

Ben didn't answer till they reached the refreshment bar, where they were just talking yesterday. He pointed at the table as they pass by and slid out a chair for Joan when he saw her nod. "Tell you the truth, I was hoping that you'd call last night," Ben confessed as they sat down.

Joan doesn't know why but she felt embarrassed, "And why's that?"

"I don't know, just want to talk I guess."

"Talk about what?" she asked as she propped her elbows on the table and rest her chin on her hands. 

"God she's beautiful," Ben said to himself when he looked at her. "Just to know more about you, you're a very interesting woman," he told Joan.

"Really?" Joan asked acting surprised.

"I was thinking of you last night and figuring things out," Ben said.

"Like what?" Joan asked curiously.

Ben eyed her and leaned on the table, his elbow almost touching hers, "I saw you that night at the club, you left with a black guy and left a white guy and I followed you two to the elevators," he confessed and saw her dropped her hand from her chin and folded on top of the table. "You kissed the white guy before you left," he continued, "I'm assuming that he's your husband and leaving with the black guy up to some room...hmmm...., I think you guys are swingers,'" Ben concluded.

Joan doesn't know what to say at first, "Why did you assume that the black man wasn't my husband?"

"I observed you three all the while, even before I asked you to dance. You can't deny the white guy's your husband. What's his name anyway?"

Joan eyed her and looked down on her hands, "Drake's my husband. You are partly right but there's a reason behind it all," Joan said as she played with her hands nervously.

Ben placed his hand on top of hers, "I surely want to know. Can I buy you lunch?" he asked as he gently squeezed her hands.

Joan doesn't know the reason why, but she nodded her head and smiled, "Why not," she said.

They went to retrieve their belongings in the locker room. Ben got his first and waited out side the gym entrance for Joan and was fumbling with his keys when she showed up wearing a skirt covering her lower section.

"You think we should change," she asked, as she looked Ben over. He's wearing a blue shirt that is loose and short just around his waist and could see his muscular abs when he bends or raises his arms paired with dark loose gym shorts and running shoes. She then looked down at her wearing her sleeveless one piece work out suit with a matching skirt to cover her hips and mound area, socks and sneakers.

"Nahhh, it will be alright. I'm feeling for a juicy burger. Take out?" Ben suggested.

Joan just shrugged her shoulder and then followed Ben to his car, observing a very expensive luxury car. They were both quiet till they drove off the drive thru, "We could have this in the park, I just know the perfect spot," Ben said as he drove.

Joan patiently waited till they pulled into the park's parking lot and Ben parked the car away from the few cars, facing the open field and beside a large bush next to the passenger side. "Here we are," Ben said and took a bag from Joan and started munching on some fries.

"You sure look fit when you eat like that," Joan commented as she laughed. Ben just gave her a smile and continues eating; she shook her head and starts to eat her burger.

They were gazing at the empty open field as they ate when Ben started asking questions about that night in the club. Joan told him about repaying the favor to Harry for Drake's promotion but she left out the blackmail portion of how it really started and it's all her husband's idea.

"So he likes to see you having sex with another man?" Ben asked.

"I guess. He's really aroused when it's his turn, you know what I mean?" Joan replied.

"How about you, do you like it?" Ben asked. He shifted his butt on the seat as he felt his cock starts to grow.

"I wasn't sure at first, but when it's already happening, I guess it turns me on too, knowing that he's watching or he knows what I'm going to do." Joan replied.

"How many men did he let to fuck you?" Ben eagerly asked.

"Just Harry," she said. She didn't tell him about Rick cause even Drake don't know.

"Really?" Ben asked surprised.

"I don't know why I'm telling you all this in the first place and you think I fuck every man I get in touch with?" Joan said a little upset in her tone.

"I'm sorry if I made you think that way, but why are you here with me?" Ben asked calmly.

Joan looked at him briefly and went to look back at the empty field once more. "I don't know," she answered softly. "I guess I just miss talking to someone or there's something about you that I like, I don't know."

Ben held her hand and gently squeezed it. "Talk to me Joan, tell me," He said, "I like you a lot and been thinking about you since that night in the club," he continued and then let go of her hand. "I even pictured you every time I wanted to relieve myself."

Joan looked at him. She kept her grin in control when she heard his confession. She knew what he meant but she just had to ask, "Relieve your self?"

Ben looked at her and smiled, "You know what I meant, JACK-OFF! MASTURBATE!" he said and shook his head with a smirk on his face as he looked away.

Joan took a quick glance down at his crotch and saw the bulge on his shorts. "Did you last night?" she asked teasingly.

Ben looked at her again and saw her smiling this time, "Yes I did and you were fucking great if you're going to ask."

"It seems like you need to jack-off again," she said and nodded her head down to his crotch.

He looked down and saw the obvious bulge that his hard cock made and then looked back at her. "Is there a chance that I could get into your pants?" he asked.

Joan could feel her cheek blush, "Sorry," she said, smiling at him. Then saw the disappointment on his face, he was about to say something then she said, "Maybe next time."

Ben's eyebrows went up, "What do you mean?"

"I meant that I won't fuck you unless Drake approves of it," she said.

"You mean a three-some with your husband?" Ben said surprisingly.

"Maybe, I don't know," Joan said.

Ben's cock got even harder from the thoughts of it and starts to rub his cock through his shorts and said, "Why are you teasing me this way?" He rubbed his crotch furiously, "I got to relieve my self."

Joan couldn't avoid laughing seeing him the way he acted. She got curious as well when she noticed how big the bulge on his shorts is, wondering how big his cock and even felt a tingle between her thighs. "You could jack off, I don't mind," she said unconsciously.

"Are you serious?" Ben asked, "And you're going to watch?" he continued.

"I could step out and wait outside if you prefer?" Joan suggested.

Ben thought of talking her into having sex but decided not to pursue it, "What the heck, she might change her mind when she seen my cock," he said to himself. He adjusted his seat back and slid his gym shorts down to his legs with his brief exposing his hard cock and started to stroke it.

Joan saw Ben's pre-cum seep out of its pee hole as he stroked his cock. She was staring at his cock, admiring it, and sizing it. It looked like the same size as Drake's, maybe a little bigger. The tingle between her thighs got stronger as she watched him masturbate.

Ben didn't say a thing and just sat there stroking his cock, his hand sliding up and down its entire shaft while he stared at Joan, observing her. He saw her thighs rubbing each other as she stare at his cock, "You like it?" he asked.

Joan's trance broke from staring at Ben's cock when she heard him said something, "Huh, what?" she asked when she looked at him and saw him staring at her chest.

"It would be nice to at least see your tits," Ben said instead.

Joan gave him a teasing grin, "Nope, sorry," she said.

"Ahhhhh," Ben let out as he stroked his cock hard a few times.

Joan cupped her breasts through her suit, "Can't you picture this?" she teased.

"Oh yeah, you're already fucking naked in my eyes," he said as he look her over from head to her legs.

Joan saw the lust in his eyes that made her want him too and the sight of his cock made it worst. She observed him as she masturbated looking at her body and once in a while will close his eyes. She felt pleased that he's not forcing anything she doesn't want to do. She looked at his cock once more and then reached for it when his eyes were closed.

Ben smiled when he felt her soft hand against his shaft just above his hand. She was looking at him as he opened his eyes and let go of his cock. "So you changed your mind?" he asked smiling and then gasped as he felt her grip got tighter against his shaft.

"Don't be cocky. I'm just giving you a hand," Joan said and then started to slide his right hand up and down Ben's hard cock. She liked the feeling of it and she could barely wrap her fingers completely around its girth.

Ben watched her hand stroked his cock and the feeling of her soft warm hands against his cock felt great and his cock got even harder. He let out a couple of moans and then looked at her, "That feels great. Can I now see your tits?" he asked again as he moaned.

Joan didn't answer, she just stroked his cock a few times and then looked at him, "Maybe next time," she said, "But since your such a good boy," she paused and gave him the most arousing grin she could manage. She released the parking brake down with her left hand to make room between the seats and then lowered her head to his cock.

Ben felt chills run through his cock as he felt her lips made contact with his cock head. "Fuck, oh, fuck!" he said and then moaned once more as she engulfed its entire head.

Joan held Ben's cock by its hilt as she locked her lips around the tip of his cock and starts to lick and suck, tasting the mild saltiness of his pre-cum for a few seconds and before she started bobbing her head up and down. 

Ben moaned as he felt about an inch or two of his cock slid in and out of her mouth in short fast rhythm. He adjusted his backrest to a comfortable position and to give her more headroom away from the steering wheel.

Joan's bobbing slowed down, taking more of Ben's cock inside her mouth this time. Then she felt a hand at the back of her neck, caressing it and then another on top of her head sweeping her hair.

"Oh yeah, that feels great, just perfect," Ben said in a whispering voice. He slid his right hand from her neck to her back against the elastic smooth material she was wearing. His hand roamed back and forth from her back to the side of her ribs and getting closer and closer to her breasts with every pass.

Joan slid her hand up and down Ben's shaft in rhythm with his head's bobbing. She's getting aroused sucking his cock and she felt her wetness seep out of her pussy as she unconsciously slowly rub her thighs together.

Ben finally slid the left strap of her suit off her shoulder slowly, testing how she would react and when she didn't, he slid his right hand inside the front of her suit and gently cupped her left breast. His hand was shaking a little from excitement as he gently squeezed and fondled her breast with her nipple against the palm of his hand.

Joan slipped his cock out of her mouth as she let out a soft moan feeling the pleasure from his breast as Ben caressed it and then went back from sucking his cock and felt it twitch and perhaps grew or got even harder, she thought.

Ben was picturing her breast in his mind as he traced every curve and shape of Joan's breast and nipple with his hand. The pressure of her hand and her mouth against his hard cock was too much to bear and felt his orgasm building up fast.

Joan heard Ben groan and moan, and his hand started to squeeze and pinch her sensitive nipple a little harder. She felt his other hand pressing harder against her head and felt him started to buck, fucking her mouth. Feeling and hearing his excitement fed her own, and felt her cunt swell and got even wetter; it felt like she's going to come.

Ben bucked his hips in rhythm with her sucking and bobbing as he felt his orgasm fast approaching. He squeezed her breast and pinched her small erect hard nipple much harder as he held her head with the other.

Joan felt Ben held her head down followed by a gasp and groan as hot sperm filled cum shot inside her mouth. The first two squirted so hard that it hit the back of her throat and almost made her gag. She jacked him off hard and fast with her lips tightly around its head as she swallowed every drop of his cum juice.

Ben felt weak as the last drop of his cum seeped out of his cock. He moaned in pleasure as he felt her suck its head hard and then popped out of her mouth as she lifts her head and sat up and his hand slipped out of her suit. He stared at her hoping to get a glimpse of her breast.

Joan slid the shoulder strap of her gym suit up her shoulder as she straightened up and looked at Ben and saw him staring her chest. She smiled and shook her head, "You still want to see my tits?" she saw him nod his head, "I already let you abused it?" she said teasing.

"I still want to see it, especially now that I know how it feels," Ben said as he started to pull his shorts up his thighs. "You got one lovely tits from the feel of it," he added smiling.

"I just sucked you off and all you want is to see my tits?" Joan countered.

"Oh no, no. I would like to see you naked and fuck the hell out of you! That's what I want." Ben said.

Joan blushed from Ben's comment and smiled at him, "It would make it worth the wait till next time won't it?"

Ben shook his head again and looked at her beautiful face, "I guess it would. When then?"

"I'll call you," Joan paused and looked at her watch, "We better get going, I got to get home soon," she finished.

Ben started the car and told Joan before he started to back out of the parking slot, "Thanks for the awesome blowjob."

Joan just smiled at him as they drove off. They where on their way back to the fitness center when she started to open up a conversation, "You know I'm 10 years older than you?" she asked.

"You mentioned that yesterday," Ben said.

"Why?" Joan asked.

Ben gave her a quick glance, "Why not? You look great and young. If you haven't told me your age and knew that you got two kids? I would say you're just on your early twenties or even younger."

They talked on some more to knowing more about each other till they were back in the parking lot of the fitness center. Ben thanked Joan again for the blowjob before they separated.

Joan was still feeling hot between her thighs as she drove home. All the talking and the comments Ben was giving her made it even worst. She wanted a cock, she said to herself. She called Drake at the office and convinced him to go home since it has been weeks that they haven't had a family dinner. She also told him how much she missed his cock and making love to her.

Drake felt guilty and went home early to finally have dinner with the family, but most of all, the thought of fucking his beautiful wife came to mind. He couldn't remember the last time they made love, he gets home pretty late and she's already asleep and there's no time for breakfast or even to chat with her. Even Saturdays he goes to work, and Sundays, pretty much sleeping all day or working at home. But this night he made love to her; they fuck and suck all night till Ben and Joan were exhausted.

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Jennifer was a little hesitant at first when Joan asked her if they could do lunch till they got into a pleasing conversation. She haven't talked to anyone this way for a long time, perhaps this is what she needed. Besides, Joan is her daughter's boyfriend's mother.

Joan and Jennifer met in a cozy small restaurant downtown, close to where Jennifer worked, "Josh was right," Joan thought to herself as she observe Jen, "She would look great if she only do her hair, a little make-up and a proper attire."

They talked as they waited for their order and Joan brought up the trip her son was going to and tried to talk Jen over of letting Sheryl go. Jen was still hesitant at first till Joan finally convinced her with a little bribe. Joan asked Jen to take a week vacation too so she could take her out and leave her boring routine while the kids are away.

Both women planned to meet again tomorrow after Jen's work. Jen loved all the ideas Joan was feeding her, what they would do and where they would go. She hadn't had a good laugh for years other than the smile and joy she occasionally felt when Joan's son, Josh, teases her when he's around. Joan was pleased as well and she even liked her, and couldn't wait to start Jen's makeover.

For the next few days, Joan got to watch Jen's transformation, from fixing her hair to the way she dressed, and seen her laugh and smile regularly now, reviving her beauty and self esteem. "There's only one thing left," Joan thought, "Jen needs a man, a date!"

Joan surprised Jen for a bar scene exposure just to check out how guys would react to Jen and she was successful at that. She observed guys checking Jen and her out and some even offered to buy them drinks. Jen was having a blast with Joan especially when the bar ID checkers gave Joan a hard time because she really looked young for her age and thought her ID were fake and she gave her a hard time with that as well.




Innocence Lost Ch. 11



Joan wanted to fix Jen with Ben for a date but Jen wouldn't do it, saying she's not ready for any dates yet. Then a dirty thought went through her mind from nowhere, "I should set her up with Drake. I knew she had a thing for him and the way she looked at him that night. Hmm. Why not? Drake set me up with Harry, its just time to return the favor," she said to herself.

Joan planned it all out and decided to have it Thursday, the same night as the kid's prom night. She already contacted Ben to be Jen's date; he was a little hesitant at first till she told him her plans and he agreed with excitement, then gave him instructions what she need for him to do.

Jen also agreed knowing Joan will be coming along with Drake, she really have an eye for Drake and it would be nice to see him again. She couldn't help to think of Joan's husband in spite of Joan being nice to her.

Joan told Drake as well about Ben, but didn't tell him what happened in the park. Drake somehow relived the thought of seeing his wife fucked by another man, with Harry, and it was such a turn-on that he agreed.

Drake was excited and was surprised when Joan told him about her plan with Jen, "You're talking about Jennifer, right? Mother of Sheryl, Josh's girlfriend?"

"Yup, you know she hasn't had sex for a long time?" Joan said.

"How long?" Drake asked curiously.

"Long enough that will make her like a virgin again," Joan said, "and she don't have any toys, if that's what you're going to ask," she continued when she saw a questioning look on his face.

"When's the last time I've seen her?" Drake asked, thinking.

"It's been a while. She looked great, you'll like her," Joan commented.

"I don't think this is a good idea. You think you could pull this off?" Drake asked, doubting the whole thing.

"I know what you're thinking. Just imagine, if we pull this off? You got to fuck your son's possible future. If not, then you got to watch me, fucked by another man, either way, you'll have one of your fetishes," Joan said, now playing the devil's advocate role.

Thursday night, Joan and Drake picked up Jen after the kids have gone to their prom and Drake was really surprised to see Jen, "She really looked great," he said to himself. They drove to the same hotel where it all happened with Harry and Ben. They went to the restaurant and Ben was inquiring to the receptionist when Joan saw Ben waving at them. Joan waved back and got Drake and Jen to follow her.

Drake and Jen followed Joan and saw Ben stood up as they approached. Drake sized him up and was satisfied with his wife's choosing, handsome and well built it appears but seems younger, and she didn't mention how old he was. Jen thought the same of Ben and was smiling as he offered his hand, "You must be Jennifer? Nice to finally meet you," Ben said as they shook hands.

They all sat down after the introduction and ordered their meals. They talked and laughed as they waited for their order. They talked like they've known each other particularly Jen, She felt comfortable with the company she's with. She liked Ben other than being younger than her and she loved the attention Drake was giving her as well.

They went in the club after dinner and got them a table next to the dance floor. The girls went to the powder room and the guys ordered their drinks.

Drake opened up the plans to Ben as they waited for the girls and their drinks. "Have you done this before?" he asked.

Ben for the first time that night felt uneasy and embarrassed, "No, I haven't," he told Ben.

"Joan told me that you knew about Harry that's why you're here," Drake said. He saw him nod, "So you really like my wife?" he asked and sensed Ben's uneasiness, "It's all cool, you could say anything, we won't be in this situation if it wasn't and if there's anyone that need to be embarrassed? Its me."

"I just can't imagine you or anyone in particular want to see their wife, ...you know?' Ben kind of hesitates.

"Fuck someone else?" Drake finished. "It's a long story but the thought of it really turned me on, and seeing her actually do it was fucking awesome," Drake confessed. He paused as their drink arrived and took his glass and raised it to Ben before he took a sip. "And knowing someone got the HOTs for Joan really makes me feel lucky."

Ben took a sip of his drink too, "How's that?' he asked.

Drake took another sip, "Well, because I got to fuck a beautiful woman anytime I want and as often as I want, that someone like you would do anything to have such an opportunity," Drake said.

"If you put it that way, I guess you are right. I got to admit; I imagined and thought of your wife, ever since that night I danced with her. I think of her when ever I jack-off or even when I was fucking someone else," Ben confessed.

"That bad, huh? Well, I hope you won't be disappointed after tonight," Drake said and raised his glass for a toss.

Drake and Ben talked and went over the plan for tonight, particularly in seducing Jen. Drake even joked if Ben's up to for a foursome. "There's always the first time," Ben said as they laughed.

Meanwhile, the girls were talking in the powder room as well. "So, what do you think of Ben?" Joan asked.

"He's handsome and quite charming, but he's too young for me don't you think?" Jen commenting as she applied a little lipstick on.

"You're not marrying the guy, just for a fling maybe?" Joan commented.

"Fling?" Jen said as she looked at Joan.

"You know what I meant. Someone you could see when you want to have sex," Joan answered.

Jen blushed, "I can't believe you said that," she said.

"Aw come on, don't tell me you haven't thought of it?" Joan asked and saw her blushed. "See, I know you did," Joan said as she grinned at Jen.

Jen put away her lipstick and faced Joan, "OK, I haven't thought of it till just lately and it wasn't Ben either," she said as she walked away from the mirror and made a playful snub at Joan and smiled.

Joan followed Jen towards the door, "So you have a boyfriend?" she asked and saw her shook her head. "Someone I know?" she asked.

Jen was out of the room and was heading for their table without answering Joan who was trailing her.

The guys saw the girls approaching and stood up as when they were a few feet away. The girls are stunningly beautiful.

Joan was going to ask another question but noticed the guys stood up and offered them the chairs. The girls sat down and took a sip of their drinks. The four chatted away and ordered another round as they finished their drinks. Then Joan asked Drake to dance when she heard a slow music played.

"I think she really likes you," Joan said as they dance.

"She said that?" Drake asked.

"She mentioned she's thinking of having sex with someone but it's not Ben. The way she look and act around you is a given," Joan commented.

"How do you know," Drake asked.

"Honey! It's a girl thing. I could tell, trust me. Ask her to dance next and you'll find out," Joan said.

"How?" Drake asked dumbly.

Joan gave him the look, "Don't play that silly game with me, you know what to do," Joan said as the music turned to a fast one and they danced away just having fun.

The club wasn't crowded and Jen could watch Drake and Joan dance a few feet from their table and Ben could see that Jen's watching Drake.

Ben leaned towards Jen, "I could tell he liked you too," Ben said, loud enough for Jen to hear over the music.

"Excuse me?" Jen asked surprised.

"From a guy's perspective, I believe Drake's making a pass at you," Ben said.

Jen was dumbfounded, "How can you say that, in front of his wife?" she said.

Ben shrugged his shoulder, "I can't blame him though, you really look gorgeous," he said and grinned at her.

Jen could feel the warmth on her cheeks as she blushed, "Thank you. You looked great too," she said and playfully winked at Ben before turning her gaze back to Drake.

Ben moved his chair closer to Jen so they were both facing the dance floor. "If he asked you to dance the next slow dance, you know I'm right," Ben said as they watched the two head back towards them with Joan leading the way.

"Whew that was fun," Joan said as she sat down and took a long sip of her drink. "Why don't you two dance," Joan asked, looking at Ben.

"I can't dance," Jen answered instead and playfully nudged Ben on the shoulder.

The four continued to drink and chat and ordered their fourth round and then the music changed to a slow dance. Jen looked at Ben and saw him grin with out looking at her then heard Drake asking her to Dance. She looked at Joan and saw her smile. "I can't dance," she said and saw Drake stood up and went next to her and took her hand.

"There's nothing to it, just follow me," Ben said. Jen felt a little woozy as she stood up and Drake grabbed her, "whoa you OK?" he asked.

Jen got her composure back, "Yeah, I'm fine. It's been a while since I drank so much. Let's go," she said and smiled.

Drake led the way to the dance floor and held Joan by the waist. He pulled her close to him and placed his hands down at her lower back, while Jen hesitantly placed her hands on his shoulders.

Joan moved to where Jen was sitting next to Ben and watched her husband and Jen on the dance floor. "I could see that we're on for tonight," Joan said, nodding towards the two after watching them and saw Drake made his move and Jen didn't react negatively.

Ben leaned closer to Joan, "I can't wait to see you naked," he whispered and placed a hand on her thigh and starts to caress it.

Joan placed a hand on his crotch and gave his cock a squeeze, "You got a room right?" she asked without looking at him.

"I sure did," Ben answered.

Jen was getting aroused just being close to Drake and was enjoying every second. Perhaps the alcohol got the better of her as she wrapped her arms around his back and didn't stop him from caressing and squeezing her ass. The worst thing is that she didn't even care if Joan could see them. They're on their second song now and they were dancing as if they were a couple. 

When they finished dancing, they were holding hands on their way back and Jen let go of his hands when they were just a few feet from Joan and Ben. She sat where Joan used to sit. They talked and laugh, Jen even noticed Joan and Ben too close to each other as they whisper to each other and then laugh but she didn't think anything out of it. The alcohol seems to take a toll on Jen when she didn't protest when Drake placed his arm around her.

They finished their fourth round and Ben suggested continuing their drinking in his room. He explained that he got him a room since he lived a long ways and knowing that he will be drinking, having a room will be a safe bet. "Drake seems to be tipsy himself, you guys are welcome to sleep in," Ben even suggested.

Jen was about to protest, but Drake and Joan agreed, "Jen is that alright with you?" Joan asked.

"I'm not sure?" Jen said. 

Drake pulled her shoulder, squeezing her to his side, "It will be alright. We could watch a movie. I really hadn't have such a great night for quite a while, isn't it honey?" he asked Joan.

"Come on Jen, don't leave me with this two," Joan pleading.

Jen saw Joan making funny faces as she plead and then laughed, "OK, OK," she finally agreed. "What could go wrong with Drake and Joan in the room, a happily married couple," she said to herself.

"I'll take care of the bill," Drake told Ben. "Why don't you take Joan up? Jen and I will pick-up a bottle at the bar," he suggested.

Ben and Joan agreed and gave Drake an extra card key. Drake gave Joan and Ben a wink without Jen noticing it and off they went, while Drake and Jen waited for their server to pay the bill.

Ben has an instant hard-on as they left Drake and Jen. Joan couldn't avoid noticing it when they got into the elevator and Ben quickly turned to kiss Joan on the lips as soon as the elevator doors closed.

Joan was surprised a little but she returned his kiss and even started to rub his hard cock through his pants and they kissed passionately till the elevator doors opened to their designated floor.

Drake and Jen waited for quite a while for their server and finally paid the bill. Drake led Jen out of the club and to the bar between the restaurant and the club and bought a bottle of wine. Drake wanted to buy a little more time and asked Jen if they could talk a little more before they head up. Jen didn't mind, she wanted to hear what Drake wanted to tell her and they went over the lounge area and talked.

Ben started to kiss Joan again as he closed the door behind him, kissing her on the cheek, her lips, and all over her face. "I've wanted to do this ever since I saw you," he said as he kisses her.

Joan gasped, "I thought you want to see me naked and fuck me?" she said between words as she kiss him back.

"That too," Ben said as he took off his suit then his tie and Joan helped him unbuttoned his shirt. They were both smiling at each other as he took off his shirt exposing his perfectly trimmed body. Joan kissed his chest all over as Ben watched her and he softly gasped as Joan sucked his small nipple.

Ben starts to unbuckle when Joan stopped him. "Not here," Joan said and looked around, examining the room, "You did pretty well to have this suite. Two bedrooms?" she continued.

"I really don't know what you guys wanted so what the heck," Ben said.

Joan walked between the sofa and the dining table towards the nearest bedroom with Ben trailing behind her half naked. She could see a single bed as she approached the open door.

"The other bed has 2 beds," Ben said behind her.

Joan moved the bedroom door halfway close, then a little more, and then another till she was satisfied as she looked through the gap, "Just perfect," she said as she could still see the whole bed.

Joan opened the door and urged Ben to get in and then positioned the door to be where she wanted. She turned around and saw Ben at the foot of the bed completely naked, his hard cock pointing up at a 45 degree angle. She admired his physique, not muscular like a body builder but perfectly trimmed with his six-pack abs. His cock looked great and menacing from where she stood. Joan kicked her high-heels off, loosing a 2 inch height advantage, and walked over to Ben and took hold of his stiff big cock.

Ben lowered his head to kiss Joan on the lips once more and starts to unzip her dress. He broke their kiss as the zipper reached its end and stepped back, her hand slipping off his cock.

Joan knew what he wanted and gave him a seductive look and then smiled at him as she placed one hand on her shoulder and the other at her chest to hold her dress as she slipped it off her shoulders. Joan was holding her dress with two hands, "Are you ready?" she asked teasingly.

Ben took hold of his cock and slowly stroked it and nodded. He watched as Joan's dress fell to her feet, exposing her breast and perfectly shaped body. His excitement grew in an instant as he observed her with only her white panty on.

Joan was about to take off her panty when she heard Ben told her not to as he stepped closer to her and felt his hand against her bare breast.

Ben backed her up to the bed and had her sat on the bed and moved between her open knees, his cock in front of her pointing up.

Joan placed her right palm on top of his cock and licked the underside of it, up and down its length before she wrapped her hand around its girth and pulled it down in line with her mouth.

Ben moaned in pleasure as he felt Joan's lips touched its cock head. He watched her beautiful face against his big cock as her red lips split open as it slid against his cock head and engulfed it.

Joan started to move her head and Ben's cock head slid in and out of her mouth. She moved her head back and forth, allowing more and more of his cock inside her mouth till she couldn't take anymore in.

Ben watched 1, maybe 2 inches of his cock slid in and out of Joan's lovely small lips, and the sight of her beautiful face sucking his cock was indescribable. He felt his pleasure building up in his groin and began to move his hips in rhythm with her head as he fucked her mouth.

Joan was getting excited as she sucked Ben's cock and could taste the pre-cum seeping out. She did her best to have as much of his cock in her mouth and she felt his cock got even harder. She could feel her wetness seep out of her cunt lips as she get aroused hearing him moan in approval. His cock suddenly slipped out of her mouth as she heard his loud gasp.

"Ahhh, not yet, not yet, " Ben said as he gripped his cock by its hilt, hoping to stop his cum from shooting out, which it did.

Joan looked up at Ben, "Saving it for someone?" she said teasingly as she smiled.

"It's all yours baby, nobody else. I just want to fill you when I do come," Ben commented and asked her to lie down, "Your turn," he said as he reached down at her hips for her panty. "Looked like your pretty wet," Ben teased as he saw the wet streak on her panty against her slit.

Joan was about to say something when she felt his fingers against her hips as it slid down her thigh with her panty, down her legs and off her feet.

Ben stood in front of Joan admiring her body, her breast not too small, not too big and still firm with its pink nipples sticking out hard. He couldn't describe his excitement as he saw her mound, pussy lips tightly intact and smooth with only a small patch of light black pubic hair just above her slit. He couldn't believe she already had two kids and for her age she looked perfect.

Joan saw the excitement on Ben's face "Is this what you've been imagining?" she asked teasingly.

"This is not even close to what I imagined, not even close to anyone I've been with," Ben answered as he knelt down between her legs.

Joan felt Ben's hands on her knees and started to spread them apart. She felt her wetness flow freely out her when her pussy lips parted.

Ben couldn't express the feeling as he saw her pussy juice glisten on her opening. He kissed her inner thighs, alternating between legs and could smell the sweetness of her mound as he draws nearer to her pussy.

Joan opened her legs in reaction to Ben's advancing kisses on her inner thighs. She was anticipating his next move as she felt his warm breath on her wet cunt.

Ben traced his tongue on her opening and tasted the unusual sweetness of her cunt juice. He felt her legs move as his hands slid from her knees to her inner thighs.

Joan gasped and raised her knees up and wide, giving Ben more room, as she planted her feet on top of the bed

Ben didn't stop licking Joan's pussy, even we he repositioned himself to a better and comfortable position. He licked, sucked and fucked her cunt with his tongue, smearing her cunt juices all around his mouth. 

Joan moaned and her body twists as her orgasm starts to build fast and strong, and began to buck her hips in rhythm with his tongue.

Jen and Drake were in the elevator on their way up. Jen couldn't think straight, she felt totally confused and the alcohol made it even worst. She felt great when she's with Drake, and even thought of letting him fuck her if he wanted to, in fact she wanted it. She was just thinking of Joan, she couldn't do it behind her back. "And how about their son and her daughter's relationship?" she asked herself.

Drake got the feeling that their plan's going to work; the way Jen react to his advancement and the way she respond to his smooth talking, "Joan was right," he told himself. Then the thought of Joan and Ben doing it as planned made his cock even harder. He was glad wearing a suite and was long enough to hide his bulge from Jen.

Ben was getting aroused hearing Joan's moans of pleasure and knowing she loves every move of his tongue on her cunt, and his cock was aching for attention.




Innocence Lost Ch. 11



Drake looked at Jen, "You really looked great and I meant what I said," he told her, referring back at the lounge. He saw her smile and wrapped his arm around her and gave her a friendly rub on her arm.

Jen smiled back at him and rested his head against him and said "Thanks." She has a crush on him way back then and being with him tonight made her want him even more.

The elevator doors opened at their designated floor and Jen followed Drake to Ben's room. Drake paused a second, thinking of the act he's about to perform before he slid the card key and the green light came on. He opened the door as gentle as he could to avoid any sound and then went in the room with Jen right behind him.

Drake and Jen couldn't miss the shirt, the tie, and the suit on the carpet floor as they entered. Jen looked at Harry as they stood next to the pile of clothes and saw the questioning look on his face. She was about to say something but saw him made a gesture to be quiet. She watched him walk ahead of her, stepping over the clothes and she followed his move.

Jen could hear faint moans and getting louder and louder as they get closer to the closest bedroom. Jen couldn't believe what she's hearing and images of Joan and Ben together flooded her thoughts.

Jen almost bumped into Drake as he stopped in front of the door. She could see that the door wasn't completely closed and saw Drake peeking through the gap. She waited for a few seconds before she tapped his back. Jen saw the surprised look on Drake's face, "What's going on?" lip-syncing the words.

"Ok, here we go," Drake told himself and nod his head towards the door. He stepped aside as he made room for Jen.

Jen knew what's going on in that bedroom, but her curiosity and the urge for her to see gave her the guts to check it out. She moved towards the door and instantly froze as she witnessed the most exotic and sexual thing she ever saw.

Ben was on his back with Joan facing down on top of him, in an opposite direction. His head between Joan's thighs and her head bobbing up and down just above his crotch. They're in a 69 position, licking and sucking each other.

Jen repositioned herself to a better position as she watched the two, she could see a perfect view of Joan. She saw Ben's big cock slid in and out of Joan's small mouth and could see that she's struggling to get, maybe 1 or 2 inches of Ben's cock. She could partially see Ben's head, mostly the top of his hair and his forehead between Joan's legs.

Drake stood behind Jen and could easily see over Jen's head. He watched eagerly and getting excited watching his beautiful wife sucked Ben's big cock. Joan's curvaceous ass was a sight to see with Ben's hands squeezing and caressing it as he buried his face on her mound.

Drake was feeling hot and took off his coat and tie. He observed Jen, continued to watch and knew that it's already a done deal. He could feel his cock throbbing in lust as it begs to escape from its confines. He placed his hands on Jens's hips, and waited for any reaction, but nothing.

Joan slipped Ben's cock out of her mouth as she gasp and moaned from the pleasure she was experiencing. She could feel her orgasm ready to explode any minute. She held Ben's cock and jacked it off a few times before she started to suck its head again.

Ben felt Joan's thighs and body tensed, and began to grind her pussy against his mouth. He stuck his tongue inside her pussy, licking and playing inside her wet hole and then concentrated on sucking her swollen clit. He felt his cock slid out of her mouth again as he heard her moan much louder this time.

Joan couldn't hold her orgasm much longer and she let go of Ben's cock and supported her upper body with her arms. She bit her lips and her body tensed, pressing her cunt hard against his mouth.

Jen saw the intense concentration on Joan's face and desperately moved her hips on Ben's face, almost sitting on it. She watched as Joan's body jerked, two consecutive times and heard her arousing moan, and then it jerked a couple more times, a few seconds in between.

Ben licked, sucked and swallowed Joan's cum and pussy juices in gusto. He was amazed at the unusual sweetness of her cum.

Joan lost her strength and collapsed on top of Ben before rolling off and lay on her back, tucking her hands between her thighs. She was breathing hard, catching her breath as she felt Ben move beside her and kissed her on the lips and could taste her own cum juice on his lips.

Drake moved closer behind Jen as he watched the scene on the bed, pressing his bulge against her ass and slowly slid his right hand up to her breast and squeezed it through her dress.

Jen was completely in a trance as she watched and for the first time after a couple of years, felt the most exhilarating and lustful feeling she ever felt that made her tingle between her legs. Her mind was so preoccupied with different thoughts that she didn't notice Drake's hard bulge pressing against her. She moaned as she felt her breast being caressed and was about to protest when she saw Ben moved on top of Joan, positioning him self between Joan's legs.

Drake dropped his hand back into Jen's hip as he watched Ben lift his wife's right leg and guided its cock on her opening. He saw Joan moaned and then bit her lower lip and then watched Ben's hard big cock slowly penetrated his lovely wife's cunt.

Joan lifted her left knee up outward, spreading her thighs wider. She felt Ben's cock stretched her opening to its max as it slid deeper and deeper. She gasped and moaned as every inch of its cock was completely inside her.

Ben let out his breath when he held it as he pressed his hips with a little effort to penetrate Joan's tight cunt. He paused for a few second before he leaned forward and supported his upper body with his arm.

Joan gasped once more as Ben's cock went in a little more as his weight concentrated on her mound and her legs spread widely open as her legs dangled against his arms.

Jen and Drake had a perfect view of Joan and Ben's ass facing them. They could see Joan's cunt juices flow down her ass as Ben's cock slid out of her. They saw Ben's shaft glisten with Joan's juices half way through before it slid back in, Joan's tight opening acting like a squeegee, wiping her juices off its shaft and flowed down her ass cheeks.

The sight of Ben's cock plowing in and out of Joan's cunt and hearing her moans was too much for Drake and he couldn't hold his lust much longer. He wrapped his arms in front of Jen, hugging her and pulling her tightly against his body.

Jen felt a wanting feeling, someone to touch her when she felt Drake hugged her and his lips against her neck, kissing it all over. She then finally noticed the bulge pressing against her ass and she reached behind her.

Ben couldn't express the feeling on his cock as he slowly fucked Joan. Her tight pussy gripping his cock, her opening tightly wrapped against its shaft. He slid his cock in and out of her as slow as he can to feel the full effect of her tightness.

Jen palmed Drake's hard bulge and caressed it through his pants. She moved her head aside as he kissed her neck. She took his left hand from her belly and placed it on her left breast and she let out a soft moan as she felt him squeeze it through her dress.

Joan moaned and bit her lower lip, as she felt her pussy full of Ben's cock. She's so wet that she could feel her juice trickling down her ass as Ben's cock slid inside her. His cock stretched and filled her cunt, that it touched every sensitive button inside her love hole. She kept anticipating for his entire cock to impale her but Ben only gave her half and all she could do is moan.

Drake took another glance at Joan and Ben as he heard his wife moan again before he turned Jen to face him. He kissed Jen on the lips as he pulled her against him, his bulged now pressing against her belly.

Jen kissed Drake back and wrapped her arms about his neck. She felt her pussy soaked with her juice and she never felt her cunt got so wet this way over the years, and it was a great feeling.

Drake broke their kiss and took Jen's hand as he turned, and led her towards the other room. They kissed once again as they got in the bedroom and Drake started to unzip Jen's dress down her back.

Jen, in her rightful mind wanted to protest, but the lust and the burning desire deep inside her cunt was too much for her to ignore, a feeling that she hasn't felt for a long time. All these feeling cluttered her thoughts and the alcohol probably contributed to it as well, for the next thing she knew, her dress was around her feet.

Drake briefly kissed Jen on the lips, to her cheeks, and down to her neck. His hand slid up her left side to her breast and cupped them, and squeezed it firmly. His kiss went down her chest and finally licked and sucked her left nipple.

Jen gasped and moaned as she felt a pleasant and arousing pleasure from her nipple, an experience she completely forgotten till now. Her body shivered and felt goose bumps rush throughout her body and to her clit. She wrapped her arms around his neck and the back of his head.

Drake continued to suck and kiss Jen's left nipple as his left hand slid inside the front of her panty and felt it soaked with her cunt juice. He then slid its middle finger up and down her slit, pressing harder and harder with every pass till it was buried between her pussy lips.

Jen almost lost her balance as waves of pleasure rushed through her once more. The rush was a complete surprise that she almost fell back, but Drake's quick reflex prevented her from doing so.

Drake carried Jen off her feet and laid her down on one of the beds in the room, with the back of her knee against the edge of the bed and her feet hanging off the bed, and then quickly took off all his clothes.

Jen watched as Drake dropped his brief and finally saw his already hard cock. She looked at it as if she hasn't seen a cock before. She was in awe as Drake's cock looked menacingly big and hard compared to her long gone husband, of what she could remember of it.

Drake took Jen's shoes off before he moved in front of her closed knees and reached down on both side of her hips, grabbed her panty on both side and slid it down her legs and off her feet.

Jen covered her mound with her hands as her panty slid down her thighs and then crossed her legs as soon as her panty left her foot. She felt like a young teenager back then, completely naked for the first time and about to loose her virginity again. Then she saw Drake kneeled by the edge of the bed, sandwiching her legs.

Drake lowered his body on top of Jen as he moved her arms aside and away from her mound and then kissed her passionately on the lips once more as his body lie on top of her and felt the warmth of her body against his.

Jen felt Drake's cock against her thigh and its image came to life in her thoughts, confirming what she saw, big and hard. Then she felt his knee squeeze between her closed knees, forcing them to make room, then followed by the other knee as it push her knees to open wider.

Drake felt Jen trying to break their kiss and heard her say something in a faint voice, as his kiss slid from her lips to her cheek, to her ear lobe, down her neck. 

Jen moaned as Drake kissed her on the neck and at the same time felt his cock against her mound as Drake reposition himself between her legs.

"We shouldn't be doing this," Jen whispered, moaning between words and loud enough for Drake to hear.

"You want to stop?" Drake whispered back to Jen as he continued to kiss her just below her jaw line and waiting for her answer.

Jen softly moaned as she felt Drake's cock against her opening. She couldn't answer his question till the thoughts of Joan and Ben in the other room came into mind, and her body was telling her that she doesn't want to stop this great pleasure she's experiencing. Then she gently embraced him and caressed his back and his head.

Drake assumed Jen's moans and her reaction as a "NO" to his question. He reached back with his left hand and took her right leg, lifting it outward as he sat up straight on his heels with Jen's left thigh resting on his right thigh.

Jen's excitement grew ten times as she saw Drake held his cock by the hilt, making it more enormous to her eyes, and then she watched him stroke it a couple of times and saw pre cum seeped out the tip of its head. 

Drake then leaned forward and held his cock just under its head and rubbed it up and down Jen's soaking wet cunt. He gasped a little as he felt her wetness soaked his cock head as it glides over her slick mound and he could see Jen's blonde pubic hair surrounding her opening, were glistening with her juices. He then noticed her pink clit peeking out of its hood, swollen and very inviting. He then rubbed his now slick cock head on her clit and felt her leg quiver.

Jen gasped and moaned as Drake teases her clit and her hands unconsciously moved to her breasts, cupping them and gave them a squeeze to her nipple and then back on the bed as she grabbed a hand full of the bed sheet when she felt his cock slid down from her clit to her opening, her pussy lips parting and stretching as it starts to enter her.

Drake could sense the slight shaking of Jen's leg as he presses his cock in her wet cunt. He watched her face tensed as she bit her lower lip with her eyes closed. He could tell that her opening was tight as he felt pressure on the tip of his cock head. He guided his cock making circling motion on her opening as he applied pressure, little by little.

Jen was in ecstatic as excitement grew within her cunt aching for that feeling that was long forgotten; she wanted to feel a cock inside her. Then she felt a slight bearable sharp pain and was gone as fast as it came. She couldn't express how his cock felt just at her opening and she wanted more of it.

Drake let go of his cock and held Jen's other leg as he positioned his body on top of her supporting his upper body with his arms.

Jen's thighs were wide open with her legs supported by Drake's arms. She reached up and pulled him down by the neck, "I want it all inside me," she told Drake, whispering the words.

Drake looked her in the eyes and saw her passion and lust through those blue eyes. He smiled at her and gave her a quick kiss on the lips and slowly pressed his hips down.

"My God, ohhhh, my God, anngggg ahhhh," Jen moaned and gasped as she felt the inside of her pussy stretching to accommodate Drake's huge cock. "Ahhhhh, my God, it's too big," she told Drake as her head moved slowly from side to side.

Drake stopped half way through for a few seconds to give Jen a breather as he heard her moan, gasp and cry. Then he continued on, giving a little more effort in pushing his cock deeper and deeper inside Jen's tight cunt.

Jen never felt her cunt so stretched and full till now, that she arched her back and grabbed a hand full of the bed sheet as she felt her excitement and pleasure about to explode inside her. And the moment she felt Drake's hips against her ass and her cunt completely impaled by his cock, her orgasm exploded hard and strong.

Drake felt Jen's legs tensed up against his arms and her body twist and arched, and her cunt muscle gripping his cock much tighter.

"Oh my Gawwwwd!" Jen moaned as her body released her cum juice. Drake sucked her nipple alternating between the two till her body collapsed and her legs eased up.

Jen was breathing hard, catching her breath as her body lost its strength and felt weak after the intense orgasm she ever felt for the first time after two years.

"Are you OK?" Drake asked as he let go of her legs and slid his arms under her shoulder blades and leaning on his elbows.

Jen felt relieved from her legs as they moved freely and then slid her feet down the back of Drake's legs. She covered her face with her hands, hiding her embarrassment as her face turned red and also trying to control her laughter.

Drake saw tears trickle down her temple and then watched her softly laughed and giggled when he moved her hands aside.

"Oh, my, gosh, that was embarrassing," Jen finally said.

"What, coming so quickly?" Drake asked teasing.

Jen nod her head as she wiped her tears with the back of her hands. 

"That was awesome, I would say. I almost came myself just looking at you and hear you moan," Drake said. "Was it really that long?" he added as his cock twitched inside her cunt.

"I almost forgot how it feels," Jen said as she embraced Drake pulling him tightly against her, "It really felt great," she added.

Drake felt Jen's pussy muscle squeezed his hard cock and then heard her soft voice, "Fuck me.....please." That is all he needed and he started to fuck her slow and long.

Jen moaned and gasped as she felt his cock slid in and out of her, stretching and rubbing her cunt walls and stimulating every sensitive part within her. "Yesss, that feels gooood," she said softly. She raised her knees and opened her thighs as wide as she could, giving Drake more room to maneuver.

Drake sensed a different Jen, the way she responded and the way she talked to him. Perhaps her uneasiness and shyness were swept away by her orgasm and revive the lust and sexual desires that's been hiding within her. "Their plan is now complete, and Jen's in complete surrender," Drake thought to himself as he started to fuck Jen passionately, making love to her. He wanted to give her what she's been missing for a long time.

Ben in the other room was lustfully slow fucking Joan, sliding his hard cock halfway in and out of her tight cunt and enjoying the greatest sensation he ever felt on his cock. 

Joan's impatience finally came as she anticipate every thrust of Ben's cock to impale her completely, "Put it all in, I want it all inside me," she finally told Ben in a sexiest way possible.

Ben obliged with Joan's request and he shoved his cock all the way inside in one slow and long thrust.

Jen gasped and moaned as she felt her cunt getting fuller with Ben's cock as it goes deeper and deeper, till she felt his hips against her ass. Then she felt it quickly slid out of her till only its head was inside her and then slid it back inside her fast, slamming his front against her mound.

"Ahhhhh, Annnngggghhhhhh," Joan almost screaming from the unexpected onslaught of Ben's cock.

Ben did it again a couple more times wanting to hear Joan moan and scream from pain or pleasure, but it didn't really matter.

Jen let out another cry of pain as she felt Ben's cock slammed into her cervix the third time. She raised her hands to his chest attempting to stop another. "Stop, stop," she pleaded, gasping between words.

Ben then realized what he did and he let go of her legs and then apologized to Joan, "Oh shit! I'm sorry, I don't know what came over me, I'm sorry," he said as he caressed her cheek.

"Oh my God, I thought you're trying to kill me," Joan said in a calm voice.

"You OK? Shit! I'm sorry," Ben said with a concerned look on his face.

Joan reached up and held Ben's face, "It's OK, just take it easy. You got a mammoth of a cock you know?" Joan said exaggerating a little.

"I'm sorry. I guess I just lost it when I heard you moan and I thought..." Ben was explaining and Joan cut him off.

"I can take it all in, just be careful on homing it all in," Joan told Ben and then kissed him on the lips. She then wrapped her legs around his ass and started to grind her mound against his cock. "God, you're big," Joan finally said.

Ben could feel the pressure against the tip of his cock head, preventing it from going in further, but his cock was already all the way inside her, up to its hilt. The pressure got harder as Joan made a circling motion with her mound against his cock. "You are really something," he told Joan and started to fuck her.




Innocence Lost Ch. 11



"I reckon the door-bell's out of order!" commented Chastity who started banging the letter-box. This seemed to work far better, and soon there was a hurrying sound as a light came on in the hall-way and a dark shadow started fumbling with a complex of locks and keys. Then the door opened and a small black woman - shorter even than Mouse - in her late thirties wearing an apron and a quite smart but rather faded dress stood in front of them. She grinned in a way that was reminiscent of Kedi, but otherwise had a somewhat less prepossessing or dominant appearance. In comparison to Fare, it was obvious why Kedi was such an exceptional and attractive woman. 

She was very friendly however, and giggled in a quite girlish way after Chastity greeted her with a very deep kiss that plunged straight down her throat and clearly took her by surprise. She blushed in a way that was still visible through her very dark skin, and fussed rather unnecessarily with her apron. "You must being Mouse," she said looking at her. Mouse nodded feeling very embarassed, but appreciated nonetheless the way in which Fare had obviously worked to make her pokey little flat look as attractive as possible. There were many cheap posters on the slightly faded and stained wallpaper, probably to cover the worst stains. The furniture was sparse and battered, and the floor was covered by a montage of carpets and rugs. In the corner of the room however, and sitting very quietly and looking very apprehensive, was a little girl in a very innocent school-girl outfit. Mouse looked towards her and smiled welcomingly. Very shyly and quite briefly, the girl responded in kind. 

"This is my daughter, Ayi," Fare said very proudly. "I hope you will being kind to her. She have never been touched before." 

"Don't you worry, Fare," said Chastity, kissing her full on the mouth. "Mouse is an expert at this sort of thing. Aren't you?" 

Mouse frowned apprehensively at this statement. What was Chastity up to? 

"Now, take your clothes off, Fare," advised Chastity, "and be patient while Mouse initiates your daughter." Mouse raised an eyebrow quizzically. "Go on, Mouse, show how the young are initiated in our culture. Show Fare how natural it is." Fare smiled sadly at Mouse, while she took her clothes off totally and stood naked in front of Chastity who remained clothed. Mouse was still unsure what was meant of her. There was clearly some deception going on, using Fare's ignorance of local custom, but Mouse didn't know what was required of her. Indeed, she was feeling extremely sorry for Fare and her little daughter, being victims of such blatant manipulation. 

She walked over to Ayi, who, probably from prompting from her mother behind Mouse, stood up from the chair where she'd been sitting and looked up pensively at Mouse. The next thing to do, felt Mouse, was to get to a less threatening position, so she knelt down in front of Ayi, so that the little girl was taller than her. "Where shall I begin?" she asked herself. She turned her head round to look at Chastity for guidance, and felt almost shocked to see her already running her tongue over Fare's naked black body and forcing her fingers up her vagina. Ayi was looking as apprehensively at her mother and her lover as she was at Mouse. 

"It's alright, Ayi dear," said Mouse in tha practiced voice of one who'd seduced younger girls before - although not in such settings before. She put her fingers to the top button of Ayi's blouse and felt a spasm of fear run through her small body. Mouse leant forward and gave Ayi a tender kiss on the lips, and then proceeded to undo more buttons. Slowly, and with frequent tender caresses and kisses, Mouse undid all Ayi's clothes, revealing the young painfully slender and smooth black body beneath. Eventually she had all Ayi's clothes off, and the girl was standing naked in front of her still looking very nervous. 

Stage two, thought Mouse, in her experienced way, as she relished the beauty of the child's body. She then concentrated her tongue around the top of the thighs and her flat stomach, gradually working towards the girl's crotch. She then gradually guided the naked child back onto a sofa so that she could be in a more comfortable position. Gradually, and with coaxing, the girl became more relaxed and even seemed to begin enjoying herself. Stage three came next, Mouse said to herself, as the caressing and kissing became more physical and active. Ayi started gasping with a new-found set of physical feelings she'd never had before. 

What Mouse hadn't suspected was that there'd be a further stage after bringing herself to orgasm - which rather frightened the girl who was not used to the full-throated cries of an aroused woman nor of the peculiar thrusting body movements and spasms - and bringing Ayi as close to arousal as it was possible for a girl of that age to come. This further stage was when she found herself joined in the love-making by Chastity. She flashed an inquisitive and slightly angry glance at Chastity. "Is this really right?" she whispered, as Ayi trembled under the new unaccustomed intensity of sexual arousal. 

Chastity smiled at Mouse in a way that seemed both smug and dispassionate. "I don't think Fare would complain, do you?" Mouse turned her head round to see why this might be so, and saw that Chastity had somehow tied Ayi's mother up with ropes to a chair, with her hands tied behind it, her legs to the chair-legs, a handkerchief tied around her mouth and head, and her crotch wide open with what looked like a carrot protuding out of her vagina. Mouse didn't want to alarm Ayi, but she felt very unsure of herself. Still keeping her hands stroking Ayi's tender little bottom, Mouse put her mouth to Chastity's ear. "Did she consent?" 

Mouse suddenly felt one of Chastity's fingers enter her own vagina. "Shh! Lover. Don't worry about her. She's enjoying every minute of it!" Chastity's reassurance put Mouse in an uneasy and, she felt, self-deceiving state of acceptance, which allowed her to go along with Chastity's games. These involved pursuing rather more vigorous sex with Ayi than she might otherwise have considered. She was quite aware that the girl would feel a lot of discomfort and possibly pain around her crotch and anus, and even the mouth which Chastity kissed rather vigorously. Although the child had got rather intoxicated on their love-making she'd soon see things a little differently later. 

The games the girls played with Fare must have required a lot of consent on her behalf, Mouse felt, but she pretended to herself that Chastity had arranged this before, but significantly she didn't feel inclined to take the handkerchief out of Fare's mouth. Fare was entered and entertained in many devious ways, until Chastity felt she was sufficiently exhausted and freed her from her ropes. Although, Fare seemed uncomplaining afterwards, there was a somewhat troubled expression on her face, and not a little haste as she guided the two girls out of the front door. 

"Do you think she'll invite us back?" laughed an indefatigable Chastity as they left. Mouse didn't say anything, and wasn't sure at this stage if she even liked Chastity at all. However, she was Innocence's sister.

To Be Continued...



Innocence Lost Ch. 12



In Which Kedi discovers an innocence quite unlike the Innocence she knows so well; Innocence learns that the virtues of her name can contain elements of ignorance; and Mouse achieves success in her audition.

Null was a girl driven entirely by sexual passion. But an undirected, random and indiscriminate sexual passion. She was forever in a state of sexual readiness, constantly dripping with passion, and constantly aching to have her vagina filled with sexual satisfaction. She was a slender girl with a bush of wild uncombed shoulder-length hair and nothing else. Clothes didn't remain on her long enough to be called her own, and all attempts made to keep make-up or jewelry on her was wasted. All she ever wore was a ring pierced through the top of her vagina, above the clitoris, where a chain could be connected to restrain her from attacking any potential candidate for sex. Most of the time, she would sit in a state of torpor, occasionally stroking her crotch or massaging her breasts, but when a man, a woman or a child came by she suddenly became rampant, and would, where there were no restraints, throw herself physically on that person and attempt to have sex with them. 

When Null was introduced to Kedi, she was chained up with her ankles to her wrists, looking very sorry for herself in the corner of a night-club room. The owner of the Teddy Bear had bought her, or at least signed a contract for her services, in the hope that she would make a good act. Unfortunately for him, she was untrainable, she couldn't speak a word or even, seemingly, understand any, and when released from her chains, simply launched herself in an uncoordinated fashion on the first thing she saw. This happened to be on stage, when the Sex Machine, as her stage act was known as, was unleashed. There was no build-up, as the proprietor had hoped. No gentle masturbation or even a routine of sexual advance. She had been brought on stage where she'd been actively rubbing her clitoris, clearly excited at the prospect of attention. Her keeper, a small man in his late forties, unchained her with her face to the audience. When released, however, she sprang straight off the stage onto a table where a young couple were sitting, clearly more interested in each other than anyone else, and started molesting the two of them. With no preparation, she pulled off the already modest dress she was wearing and started grasping at the crotches of the man and the woman, groaning in a full-throated and quite frightening way. 

It had been difficult to restrain Null, as everyone who touched her was instantly the focus of her sexual attention, as she pulled penises out of their trousers, and unbuttoned blouses. Initially, there was an amusement value but this became somewhat diminished as the struggle to restrain the girl started resembling that of controlling an escaped animal. Kedi had heard of this embarrassing evening, and how it had convinced the proprietor that Null wasn't a suitable act for his place. Perhaps at the Bird Cage or the Revue Bar, or other coloured establishments, an uncontrolled beast like Null would be better suited, but her act would be all audience participation and no showmanship at all.

Kedi knew that the proprietor was offering Null to her because she was black and that he had the peculiar idea that black people were somehow better than white people in coping with such naked sexuality, but it was more out of a sense of sympathy for the girl that she'd accepted. She couldn't help feeling sorry for Null, seeing her chained there with her bushy brown hair falling over her face but not obscuring her manic hungry stare and the tongue that lasciviously brushed across her lips as she eyed Kedi watching her.

It was not easy for Kedi to take Null back with her to the flat she shared with her lover, Chastity, and with Innocence and her lover, Mouse. Even in Wonderground, a certain degree of modesty was required. It was all right for someone like Kedi to walk about naked. She was after all, black, and somehow this was considered more acceptable. It was another matter to take around Null, who seemed to forever have her hands stroking her vagina, anus or breasts, and couldn't be trusted to keep her clothes on for any length of time at all. Her hands still had to be manacled together, and a chain was attached to her cunt-ring to a lead which Kedi would hold. The reason for the cunt-ring, Kedi was told, was that Null was much more responsive to a tug about her crotch than anywhere else, and thus much more co-operative.

Null was a girl much adapted for sex. She had had so much sex in her life, that her vagina had become quite hardened to it, and she seemed to produce lubricants from inside her at a terrifyingly consistent rate. Her stamina for sex was of record-breaking proportions. The proprietor had found to his cost that Null had no sense of when to stop. When she was released for sex with him and immediately jumped on top of him and within seconds had stimulated his penis and pushed it inside her, he had thought that he was on to a good thing. After more than an hour later, when he was thoroughly exhausted and she seemed as fresh and hungry as when they had started, he felt somewhat out of his depth.

Kedi gingerly led Null through the streets by her lead. She wore a single white robe, with her manacled wrists, as well as the lead Kedi held, attached to the cunt-ring. Null followed behind, with her eyes wildly roving and blowing kisses and making very lewd gestures with her tongue at people passing by. When the two had got onto seats on a train, Kedi securely held onto Null's hands which given any opportunity would either burrow deep inside her dress to her cunt or wander to Kedi's own cunt. On one occasion, she let her eyes drop down to see that Null had somehow pulled up her dress to above her waist, had her legs wide open and swivelling her mousy-brown and slightly worn crotch at the young seven-year old girl opposite. While Kedi bent over to pull Null's dress down to her knees, she could feel Null's teeth nibbling at the back of her neck, and the tongue wandering along to her ear. This felt quite pleasant, so Kedi allowed this to continue. This was a mistake, because the next thing was that Null got out of her seat and pushed her self against Kedi on her seat groaning loudly and gutturally as she pushed her crotch hard against Kedi's own.

After Kedi had settled Null down, and thought that perhaps she had nothing more to worry about, she relaxed by looking at the advertisements on the train above other passenger's heads. These were for such things as condoms - showing a woman putting one over a man's erect penis with the slogan For a Firmer Fuller Fit - and cigarettes, which were bizarrely as full of sexual content as the one for condoms. Kedi's eyes dropped down to the level of those of the passengers opposite and noticed that the old woman and the young boy opposite were staring across at Null with what looked like appalled voyeurism. Kedi turned her head to see the object of their stares, which was Null who had bent her head over and was fellating another boy, in his early teens, who was clearly enjoying it from the size of his penis. With an apology to the boy, she pulled Null up, and took the two of them along to another seat in a different part of the train.

On the way down the corridor, however, it was necessary for Kedi and Null to squeeze past a tall man standing by the doors and it even startled Kedi when Null suddenly dropped onto the floor in front of the man, pulled his trousers down with her teeth and started sucking and licking his penis which, rather predictably, started swelling at the unexpected attention. Kedi pulled Null up by her hair, hoping that the action wouldn't cause her to bite the penis off, and bundled the girl off to the end carriage. It was there that she resolved that the best strategy was to restrain her as forcefully as she could, which she did by securing her to her waist and allowing Null to lick and kiss her face all over. It was, therefore, with relief that Kedi was able to bundle Null out of the train eventually with her face stinging from a coating of saliva, and then to march her to her flat.

Null was not generally curious of the environment she was in. She'd been in many and in several different countries, but she'd never really thought about anything other than sex, and where she'd next be getting a fuck from. She loved the strong forceful way that Kedi handled her and she looked forward to being able to have full sex with her. On the walk down the green leafy suburban streets of Wonderground, Null held passionately onto Kedi, allowing her dress to ride up as high as it could to feel Kedi's smooth black thighs against her own. She felt constantly driven to throw herself bodily against Kedi and luxuriate in her beautiful tall firm body. It was only when Kedi had pushed open the door of the modest flat she shared that Null was at last able to achieve her ambition. At last her advances on Kedi were not repelled and she pushed the tall black girl onto the sofa and the two were making love.

Null wasn't very able to compare the quality of her sexual experiences, but had she been able to she'd have known that this was amongst the best, particularly when two other girls, a shorter one and one almost as tall as Kedi - Mouse and Chastity - joined in, and she found herself the centre of attention of three women. She'd often had group sex before - though normally with men and usually with penises in every orifice, but what was lacking in quantity was being compensated to a certain extent by quality.

Innocence came as a surprise to Null. Even she had come to associate a woman's body with a cunt and a man's body with a penis. But here was a woman's body with a penis. And what a penis! Null leaned over Innocence's body licking her thighs with a long practised tongue and watching the swelling as she eased herself closer and closer towards it. She then took Innocence's testicles into her mouth and ran her tongue round and round them, watching with fascination as Innocence's penis swelled and grew and swelled in a curious upright contrast to the round-thighed, smooth-skinned, flat-stomached, full-breasted woman's body it was attached to. 

Null put her lips to the glans at the end of Innocence's penis, with the foreskin pulled back as far and as tight as it could go. She then gradually eased her mouth over it and then pushed the whole of it deep and deep down into her throat, while the throbbing sexual urge between her thighs grew and grew. And then it couldn't be contained any longer, as she pulled Innocence's fully erect penis out of her mouth, and in two or three swift manoeuvres she had it firmly inside her cunt. Her eyes swelled with satisfaction, and she gasped with a frightening intensity as it pushed as deep inside her as it could. 

Then sitting astride Innocence, she looked down on the beautiful woman's body beneath her, with her straight hair grown just to her shoulders, her round breasts with pink full nipples, the slender waist and her beautiful full lips. She stared into Innocence's eyes which projected a compassion and intelligence she couldn't really understand, but also a lust and sexual urge that she understood fully. It was this latter she loved, and which drove her to push her body up and down with fierce rhythmic thrusts and an urgency she rarely felt as strongly, until her inevitable orgasms came.

Null always orgasmed. She orgasmed several times each day, not necessarily from sex with other people but just from the passion of her own masturbation. But this time her orgasms came with a strength and ferocity that frightened even her. Where was it coming from? Her eyes burst into spontaneous tears as she thrust and thrust at Innocence's beautiful body. And in the meantime she pushed her middle finger deep inside her anus to add to the thrusts of Innocence's prick which she could feel against the tip of her finger through the internal membrane. 

Then, she had to do it, she pulled Innocence's still erect penis out of her vagina and thrust it deep inside her anus. For a few minutes this went on while she used her fingers to part her vagina and thust them deep inside the front of her and exercised her clitoris. And then came an explosion of orgasm. Greater than that before. And in the midst of it she felt Innocence release herself. Quickly she pulled Innocence's penis out of her backside, and while the semen was still pumping out, she put her mouth around it, - ignoring the traces of shit and blood that had attached itself to it - and released it into her throat. Her favourite food was semen - and woman's semen was a feast she could never miss.

Fortunately for Null, Mouse didn't appear to mind too much that her bed with Innocence was now often shared with a rampant sex machine - although if she'd had the wit to understand, she would have become aware that Innocence was becoming a little exhausted and frankly tired of Null's incessant craving for sex. It was while Innocence's penis was deep inside her anus while her hands were grasping the headrest at the top of the bed that Mouse returned looking thoroughly exhausted herself. Her hair, now cut very short in a boyish style was sticking up and out in all directions and the jacket she wore had its buttons done up slightly out of sequence. These days Mouse had adopted a very business-woman appearance, with frequent visits to the barbers to keep her hair a tidy short-back-and-sides and a neat jacket or blazer that almost, but not quite, covered her shaven crotch. She had taken to wearing stockings and stilettos - but on this instance she was completely bare-legged. 

"How did the auditions go?" wondered Innocence, withdrawing her penis from Null's rear end and signalling her to resist. 

Mouse smiled triumphantly. "It was hard work - but I got through!" She had just been auditioning for the lead part in a prestigious musical, which would take her touring around the world, and would instantly propel her into the aristocracy of sex actresses. This musical combined music and song, drama and comedy, sex and more sex. It was in fact a musical version of Anne of Green Gables, where Mouse would be playing Anne and would distinctly relish the sex scenes with school-children. 

Mouse settled down on the end of the bed and idly stroked Null, who was being restrained by the chain tied to her cunt-ring and with the end looped around Innocence's wrist. "How hard were the auditions?" Mouse's lover wondered. 

Mouse leaned towards Innocence and kissed her tenderly on the lips. "Very very hard!" she elaborated. 

In fact as Mouse explained, the tiring aspect was to have to perform so many demanding sex acts in front of people she'd never met before with people whom she'd also never met - and certainly had never fucked - before. And she had had to do that with a degree of enthusiasm and professionalism that had to be greater than that which she would more normally need to achieve. 

The first part of the exercise was simply to determine how well Mouse could continue to act while having sex with a single partner. Her partner in this case was a man who was himself being auditioned. Her task was to convincingly recite her lines, - which she'd had the opportunity to practise at home, - while being fucked from under her and at the same time bring her partner to a climax at the appropriate point. Then at that point - and neither earlier nor later - she would take her partner's penis level to her face and have him ejaculate into her mouth. She knew that a lot depended on the skill of her partner to curb his ejaculation to the right moment, as well as on her skill to assist this process. As it happened her partner ejaculated too soon, while Mouse was completing her speech and positioning herself to take the final act. Semen splattered all over her breasts and covered her lipsticked nipples. Mouse however managed to ad-lib sufficiently well at this stage to make it appear that this might not have been an accident. 

She had obviously done quite well enough at this stage, because she was then invited to a more formal interview. Here - like other candidates - she rushed to the lavatories to straighten her clothes, pull on her stockings, apply make-up and lipstick to her face, breasts and cunt, and run a comb through her hair. She then carefully buttoned her jacket and waited anxiously with others in the anteroom. She spent a little time reading the various Stage and Theatre magazines and examining the other candidates who were both competitors and potential future colleagues. Like her they were dressed in their smartest - or in ways that they felt put themselves at their best advantage. One slim girl with a gorgeously boyish face that Mouse was aching to have sex with in the auditions, was dressed in a pair of thick-soled boots, a short unbuttoned leather jacket and nothing else. She hadn't shaved her vulva, which was a gloriously abundant bush through which Mouse caught a glimpse of some gold jewelry. 

The formal interview was one where Mouse felt she'd excelled. She carefully arranged her legs so that her cunt was shown to its best advantage, and unbuttoned enough of her jacket to emphasise the voluptuousness of her bust. The interviewing panel consisted of the director, the producer and a short girl with glasses and long, abundant hair which obscured most of her face and most of her body. They asked her the usual questions about her experience, her acting qualifications and what she knew about the production. At the end, they informed her that she was invited to be amongst those who would be judged on their sexual abilities after the formal interviews. 

This was to be in the afternoon, so Mouse was free to spend time by herself, which she did by looking around the clothes shops in the vicinity of the theatre where the auditions taking place. It was with some anxiety that she noticed that the girl with the boots and leather jacket was also invited back for the sex tests. The tests were on three areas of sexual expertise - which were fairly standard - being anal, same-sex and group categories. When Mouse came back, she carefully stripped herself - putting her stockings into her jacket pocket - and positioned herself with the other naked candidates at the side of the stage, waiting for her turn. She made a point of sitting next to the girl who had worn a leather jacket - and was now revealing a tattoo of a naked child on her shoulder - in the hope that she would have her same-sex audition with her. 

The sexual audition ordeal took several hours. The first exercise was fairly short - being essentially the anal sex. The candidates were examined by a doctor first for their suitability - and one man with piles failed at that stage. Then each candidate had a greased dildo eased up their anus, while their clitoris or penis was stimulated. This was clearly an opportunity for acting - where some candidates made rather too much of an effort to demonstrate their arousal at anal entry. Mouse was no different of course. When you're being fucked up the arse-hole on stage and you're sharing the lead part in a song with the man who is buggering you - it is essential to appear to be enjoying what you're doing it. 

The lesbian sex session lasted much longer - and Mouse was pleased that she did in fact enjoy the girl who'd worn the leather jacket. Disappointingly for Mouse, she soon established that this girl wasn't actually very keen on sex with women at all. Although she'd obviously had some experience on stage, - and went through the motions in a fairly convincing way, - she had no native enthusiasm for the task and her cunt was hardly lubricated at all. This was totally unlike Mouse, who was aching with desire for the girl and was persuading her to do such things as putting her finger up her anus and to nibble her clitoris that really went beyond the call of duty. However the role of Anne of Green Gables involved a great deal of lesbian sex, and Mouse hoped this wouldn't go unnoticed. And in any case, it may have been that this girl was being auditioned for a different role where there'd only be perfunctory lesbianism. 




Innocence Lost Ch. 12



This Chapter is dedicated to my readers especially to rdavis and Ved. Innocence Lost is totally a fictional story as is its characters.

INTRODUCTION:

Characters for this chapter are as follows: the main character of Innocence Lost, Joan (38) is a white female 5' 3", married to Drake (40) white male and their daughter Tammy (18) 5' 3". Harry (39) is a black male 5' 11", a former boss of Drake and Harry's son Robby (18) 5' 8". Harry tricked Joan on making her to see him using her daughter Tammy for a reason and the story ended up with Harry and son fucking Joan and daughter.

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It's been a couple of weeks since Joan and Drake's night out with Joan and Ben. She only heard from Jen a couple of times since then. Jen thanked Joan for changing her outlook in life. Joan was a little surprise when Jen was ecstatic about having her period but she ignored it. They talked about Jen's new look and Joan was so happy for her especially when Jen told her that couple of guys from work actually asked her out to dinner since coming back to work.

Joan inquired about Ben in one of their talks and found out that they only went out again once for dinner but no sex. Jen told Joan that he seems more interested about her. Jen seems not to mind at all since she's not into Ben as well. Jen also asked if they could go out again when time permits and of course Joan said, "Certainly!"

Joan's son, Josh, just left for the Bahamas with his girlfriend, Sheryl. Her daughter Tammy decided to see their cousin who lives about 2 hours drive north of them this coming weekend. Her husband Drake seems to be staying later and later at work for the past couple of days. Drake also have a 2 day training seminar tomorrow, she's only glad that it will be in town other than it will be starting late in the morning and will end late at night. Drake and Joan had a little bickering about this when she complained why he still has to go to work before going to his seminar rather than straight from home, but she gave in eventually.

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Drake left for work a little late than usual since it's only his idea to go to work and then to the seminar. Tammy was out the door a few minutes later, she told Joan she's meeting up with friends at the mall. Today is Joan's work out day but somehow was not in the mood and did a little house cleaning and laundry. She just wanted to relax and do some reading and that's what she just did after she had a light lunch. She was having a bubble bath and just relaxing when her thoughts started to drift.

She thought of her son with his girlfriend in the Bahamas on their own without any chaperone of sort. She began to wonder what they're doing at this moment; it will be their first night. Then the thought of her son's cock flashed through her mind, she couldn't remember when was the last time she had it in her or yet seen it. She began to reminisce back then and the secrets between Josh, Tammy and her. She must have been in deep thought as she was startled by the sound of the phone ringing and finally noticed that she was rubbing her clit. She's feeling aroused as well, "Oh God! What am I doing?" she said to herself as the phone rang again. She took a deep breath and stood up, scooping up the towel hanging next to the tub and wrapped her body quickly as she step out.

She's trailing wet footprints across their bedroom carpet to reach the phone and finally got to it half way on its fifth ring. She's completely surprised to hear the voice on the other line, "Harry?" she ask softly.

Joan's heart starts to beat faster as the man on the other line confirmed it. She didn't know if its anger or something she was feeling as she felt her heart beating hard against her chest. But one thing for sure she knew that this call is nothing but a sex call. She wants to hang the phone but sat on the bed instead.

"What's the matter?" Harry asks in the most soothing way he could manage.

"I thought we had a clear understanding?" she asks in a calm voice.

"I can't help it. I just have to call you." he said.

"There's only one thing you want ever time you call, Harry!" she said with a little tone in her voice this time.

"I guess I don't have to wooo you, you seem to know why I called."

"Please don't tell me you're in town?" she calmly asks as she already knew the answer.

"I asked my son what he wanted as a gift for graduating with top honors. He kept insisting to visit down here. He said he missed his friends and all. But I know Rob; he's not this persuasive if you know what I mean?" Harry started to explain. "He finally persuaded me and I totally agreed when he finally admitted to me the real reason. You won't believe it!" he excitedly finished.

Harry waited for a response but nothing. He thought she hanged up but he could slightly hear her breathing on the phone. "I'm sure that you heard what happened before we left town, but in case you didn't, my son and I....."

Joan knew what happened. She heard Tammy telling Josh all about it that night. "I know Harry! I know!" she said cutting off Harry. She doesn't want to hear it from him.

Harry smiled, "Robby wanted to see Tammy again and I've been thinking of you lately too so here we are."

Joan closed her eyes thinking what she could do to avoid what she suspected of Harry's plan. Then she said, "Tammy's not here."

"She shouldn't be. She should be on her way" he told Joan.

"What do you mean?" her voice still calm. She knew it wouldn't do any good to yell at him.

"Rob told me about half an hour ago that she's on her way. I assumed he got her cell phone number and called her."

"She know your here too?"

"I assume she does. She's as smart as you. Does it really matter? I'm sure she would love another taste of it if you know what I mean?" 

"What do you want then?" she doesn't even know why she even asked.

Harry wasn't expecting such a question from Joan, "You know what Tammy and Rob will be doing and I don't mind having fun with her too. But I got to admit that I would like to have you." Harry paused then thought of something that might change what ever she's thinking of. "Then we might invite some friends over and share your lovely daughter with them..."

"Don't do this Harry, please?" Harry heard her sincere plea as she cut her off.

"You might just want to show up and help Tammy with the evident action she would be getting" Harry said.

Joan couldn't think of anything else as Harry gave her the hotel and room they were staying in before hanging up. She held the phone for a few seconds staring at it before hanging it up. She couldn't shake off the images of her daughter with Harry and his son. Although she haven't met Rob, she knew how he is from the story Tammy was telling her brother that one night.

"Tammy could obviously handle them" Joan thought to her self, but she knew she got to be there to protect her daughter somehow if what Harry said is true of having more men to have it with Tammy.

Joan stood up and finished drying off as she kept on thinking of the situation she and her daughter is in for. All the while as she dressed up she couldn't believe the feeling she's experiencing, she felt excited! "I can't believe this!" she yelled in frustration, "What's wrong with me!"

Joan lifted the phone and dialed Tammy's cell phone number. She waited impatiently till it rang. Then the second time, the third, fourth, fifth and Tammy's voice message after the sixth ring. She threw the phone on the bed in anger and it bounced off the bed to its headboard and landed back on the bed with its batteries and cover flying in different directions.

Joan reacted silly trying to catch the battery heading towards her and missed. She managed to let out a smile and laughed at her self. She picked the battery and gathered the rest of the phone from the bed and put it back together in one piece and set it back on its base. She realized that this is no different when she had a foursome with Drake, Jen and Ben. Harry's been gentle with her since the beginning and all she does is get mad and hated him although she admitted having awesome orgasms. No matter what she does, Harry got his way anyway, "Let's have some fun" she said as she took one last look at her self in the mirror before heading out the bedroom.

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Robby waited by the hotel lobby for Tammy to show up. His timing going down was just perfect as he didn't wait too long before spotting her. He watched her as she walked towards the main lobby area. "She's so gorgeous" he told himself.

Tammy was wearing a mid thigh light colored patterned skirt with a sleeveless light yellow blouse that exposes a little of her mid section as she walks. 

Robby kept observing her as she walked towards his direction though she hasn't spotted him yet. He couldn't avoid noticing the teenage boys and couple of men turns their head as she passed them. He even saw her looked back at one of the boys and smiling as she turned her head back.

She's shaking her head and smiling as she managed a few steps up another landing and she spotted Robby as she lift her head and gave him a beautiful smile that every man would die for to see.

"What's so funny?" Robby asked as he approached her smiling back at her.

Tammy looks up at Robby, "Nothing. The guy tried to ask me out" she said, still smiling.

Robby move in closer to her right side and wraps his left arm around her back and playfully squeezes her against his left side. "Well we better come along before he could have another chance on asking you out!" Robby joking around as he guides her towards the elevators.

Tammy went along and was laughing as well. An old couple was just getting off one of the elevators as they turn the corner. Tammy let out a yelp as her right arm flew forward jerking her body in motion as Robby pulls her arm as he dashes towards the elevator. Tammy was giggling as they passed the old couple who just got out. "Excuse us!" then more laughter.

The old couple just smiled as they watched this young beautiful white girl and a handsome looking young black boy getting along and having fun.

Robby managed to stop the doors from closing as he slipped his right arm between the doors and it opened once more. They went in like small kids playing and laughing. Robby pulled Tammy with her back to him and wrapped his arms around her front as his back slammed against the back wall of the elevator as it closes.

Tammy rested the back of her head against his chest as her laughter subsided and placed both her hands on his arms clinging to them. She could feel his chest rise as he breathed. "You forgot something! What floor?"

"Oooops!" laughter again, "15" he said.

Tammy moved forward slipping out of Robby's loose embrace to press the button. She felt his hands against her shoulders turning her around to face him.

Robby lowered his head and kissed her on the lips as she faced him. He felt her hand moved to his waist as she kissed him back. His hands slid from her shoulders down to her buttocks and gently squeezed her ass cheeks and slightly lifting her up making her body slide against him.

Robby was just wearing a matching varsity sweat pants and shirt that made it easily for Tammy to feel his semi-erect hard on against her belly. The bulged she felt reminded her of how hung Robby is, she let out a moan as she kissed him back. She was about to take his bulge with her hand when the elevator doors opened. They broke their kiss, their embrace and walked out of the elevator with Robby leading the way to their room.

"Harry's here?" Tammy asked as they walked through the hall.

"You mean right now?" and saw her nod, "He wasn't in the room when I left, he said he's going somewhere last I saw pops" he lied. Father and son already planned things up. "You Ok with this?" he asked as he started to slide the key card on the door and opened it.

Tammy just moved closer to him with her hands holding his right arm like a child.

Robby pushed the door open and revealing a nice size suite to Tammy. He urged her to go in first and he followed right behind her. "Pops!" Robby yelled that startled Tammy.

He called again and no answer. "I guess he's not here" he said as he took her hand and guided her towards the sofa and slumped down taking her with him.

Tammy landed on top of Robby on his lap and felt Robby's lips against her cheek kissing it and slowly moving towards her lips. She turned her head to meet his lips and they kissed passionately. She then felt his hand slid against her leg, up to her thigh, sliding the skirt up in the process as it stopped on her hip.

Robby kissed her gently as he caressed her soft skin by the hips a few second before sliding his hands back down her smooth leg. With his right arm supporting her back, he slid his right hand between her right arm the side of her chest and started to massage her right breast through her blouse and bra.

Tammy managed to let out a soft moan as they continue to kiss. She then felt the growing bulge from under her, poking her lower back. Then she felt her other hand slid between her legs, caressing both her inner thighs an inch at a time as it slid up and down. She's getting aroused from the foreplay he's doing to her body. Her breathing was getting heavier as his hand got closer to her mound, anticipating the feeling she would experience the moment his hand reach its destination.

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Harry was in the lobby as well when Tammy arrived. He would have mistaken her as Joan from a distance if not from the clothes she were wearing, typical teenager's outfit. He watched and witnessed everything his son witnessed as she walked through the lobby. It's amazing how Tammy could affect every boy's and men's actions and perhaps their imagination as they looked at her lustfully as she passes by.

She's neither a slut type nor a tramp or wild type of a girl, but just a young beautiful girl, innocent looking, and vibrant but seems to have an aura that perhaps affects most male species to want to make out with her. Just like how he felt towards Joan.


Harry was a little doubtful that Joan will even show up but he knew her, she will show up. He took his cell phone and pressed the numbers. It rang a few times before he heard the familiar answering machine and hang up. "She's not home" he told him self and smiled, "she's on her way."

It was just over 40 minutes from when Tammy and Robby disappeared from his sight when he finally spotted Joan entered the lobby doors. She was wearing a patterned light purple shoulder less mid thigh summer dress and a 2 inch heeled white shoe, her hair in a phony tail just like Tammy's. He saw her paused for a moment and looked around the lobby floor and started to walk towards his direction and the elevators. He saw her took a small piece of paper from her purse and glanced at it for a couple second before returning it in her purse.

"Do you require any assistance ma'am?" a concierge happily greeted Joan.

Tammy didn't notice the concierge and was startled as he greeted her, "Oh!" she stopped just in time from bumping to him and closed her purse.

"My apologies ma'am" the concierge said as he realized that he startled her.

"It's OK. I'm fine, thank you" Joan said.

"Are you a guest ma'am?" the concierge asked politely.

"Ah, Um.." Joan was stammering for an answer when she heard a voice from behind her.

"Is everything Ok my dear?" Harry asked Joan as he approached Joan and the concierge.

Joan turned and played along, "Oh yes, he's just asking if I need any assistance."

The concierge turned to Harry, "Yes sir, it seems that she was lost and offered any assistance."

"Good man, good man" Harry said as he nod his head. "Perhaps you could take care of ordering us refreshments to be sent up to our room?"

"Any specific preferences sir?" the concierge asked.

Harry turned to Joan, "Go along dear wait for me by the elevators."

Joan started walking towards the elevators and took a quick glimpse back at the two about halfway through and saw them shook hands. She could obviously see the monetary bill that was folded in the concierge's hand as he pocketed it. She continued on as she saw Harry turn her way.

Harry watched Joan as she walked. He still couldn't believe how she could maintain such a body and looked very young for her age. He saw her smile as he approached her waiting by the closest elevator and just noticed her nipples protruding against her dress; apparently she wasn't wearing any bra.

Joan turned to walk beside Harry as they continued on midway. Harry just pressed the up button when an elevator behind them opened. They waited for the last person to get out before getting in and another couple joined in. The man pressed 6 as the elevator doors closes and Harry pressed 15.

It's a quick ride up and the other couple got off their floor and soon they were by themselves. "Nice dress and your quite beautiful as always" he commented without looking at Joan.

"Thanks" is all she could manage to say in a soft voice.

He looked down at her and could definitely see her quite obvious hard nipples. "You're up to this?" he asked.

Joan looked up at him and smiled. "It's not that we haven't done this other than with Tammy this time instead of Drake. Did you call him about this?"

Harry laughed, "I know Drake, and he won't have any problem with it if it's only you. I'm not sure if he'll agree about Tammy that's why I didn't brought it up at all. Did you tell him?"

Joan was about to answer when the elevator doors opened. They both looked up and saw their floor number lighted and they both stepped out. "He doesn't know."

"I assume she told you about it?" He saw her nod, "What could you say about it?"

Joan told Harry how she felt that night but didn't tell him every detail and the real story of how it came about of her knowing what transpired between her daughter Harry and his son. She continued on to tell him of what she thought of him and how she realized her position between him and her husband. "I still prefer for Drake's approval whenever we plan to meet except if Tammy is present" she paused and glance up at him, "And I prefer to keep it a secret if we could help it" she finished.

Harry was quite surprised for her surrender, "I'm really glad that you came to realize it, it would be much easier and fun if you just let go."

A few more steps and they're in front of the door, "Tammy should be sucking Robby's dick by now" he commented as he looked at his watch.

"She hasn't seen you yet?" Joan asked surprised.

Harry shook his head. He told her his plan before opening the door as silent as he could manage and snuck in, Harry leading the way and out of sight, Joan closed the door behind her. He picked on the corner to take a glimpse of what's going on. He signaled to Joan to follow quietly.

Joan followed as Harry close behind Harry and as she cleared the corner wall entrance she saw a young handsome black man sitting on the sofa and Tammy between his spread knees obviously giving him a blowjob and she still have her clothes on. She made eye contact with the young man and saw him smile and she smiled back as she followed Harry behind the bar.

Harry gave Joan a thumb's up and saw her nod. He then snuck back towards the entrance door and waited for a few seconds before revealing himself. He started to walk towards Rob and Tammy; he was a couple of feet behind Tammy before he made any sound.

"I could tell you're really good at that" Harry said.

Tammy was startled from the voice behind her and made her fall back on her ass. "Harry!" she shouted but with a relief in her tone. She then eyed Robby and smacked his leg, "And you didn't warn me at all!"




Innocence Lost Ch. 12



Robby laughed, "You were into it and I hate to stop a good thing" he teased and took a quick glance at the bar. He got a glimpse of Joan's head peeking over the counter. He wouldn't have noticed her if he didn't know she's there.

"Don't let me stop you, carry on" Harry teased Tammy as he pointed at his son's cock.

Tammy looked at Robby's now semi hard dick and she took hold of it from its base and gave it a couple of slow jerk and looks up at Harry, "And you?" 

Harry starts to loosen up his shirt, "Well, I'm thinking of leaking your young cunt till you cum in my face."

"Oooo, is that a promise?" Tammy said before taking her position between Robby's spread knees once more.

Harry looked at Joan and smiled before he bent down and lifted Tammy by her waist and laid her down on the sofa.

Joan watched as Robby slid his ass close to the edge of the sofa and helped Tammy reposition her upper body above his six packs. She could clearly see how big Robby's cock against the beautiful face of her daughter. It's quite big but not as big as Harry's in comparison as she remembers.

Harry slid her skirt up her waist, "Let's take this damp thing off" he said and grabbed her panty by the garter with both hands and slid it down her legs. He then let it hang on his right index finger, "You're leaking pretty well there, girl!" he commented before tossing it aside.

Tammy ran her left hand against her damp mound and felt the wet slick of her cunt juices. She closed her legs, pinning her hand as she felt the tingling sensation when her finger ran through her clit.

Robby reached in front of Tammy feeling for the buttons of her blouse and unbuttoned them one after the other till her chest is exposed.

Tammy slipped her hand out between her thighs and unclasped her bra located between her breasts. Then her hand went directly at Robby's semi erect cock, taking a hold of its purplish head and slid it down its entire length and up its mid span then guides it to her small mouth.

Robby let out a moan as he felt Tammy's lips engulf its purplish head and starts sucking and licking it.

Joan watched Harry knelt down by Tammy's knees and placed a hand on her left leg as if in cue that Tammy spread her legs, planting her left foot on the sofa and slid her right foot off the edge. Harry slid his hands under Tammy's behind and repositioned her lower body as he dove between her wide open legs.

Joan saw Robby's cock head slid out of Tammy's mouth as she gasped. Then Tammy looked down at her mound. Harry's head was blocking her view of Tammy's mound but she knew he's sucking and licking in gusto as she saw and heard Tammy moan. She couldn't believe how she's getting aroused watching her young beautiful daughter sucking a black cock and being devoured by another between her legs. The contrast of these bodies was so erotic particularly when she heard such an erotic moan of satisfaction and saw the lust and pleasure on her daughter's face. She now understands how Drake feels and why he wants to see her get fucked by Harry all this time.

Tammy went back on sucking Robby's cock head trying to get him off with the help of her left hand sliding up and down its entire black shaft. She would occasionally pause for a second to let out a muffled moan as her orgasm kept building up every second.

Robby's left hand slid from Tammy's arm down her front pushing aside her open blouse and scooping her left breast from its underside and gently squeezed it a few times before he pinched its pink erect nipple.

Joan heard Tammy's arousing moan once more. She never realized for the first time seeing Tammy's breasts how magnificent they are. Tammy's breasts looked firm and its pink nipples were pointing up. They got almost the same breasts structure but her breast is a little bigger, she thought, and its nipples were just pointing straight out. She's getting very aroused from the sight of the threesome going on and she felt the wetness and slickness of her mound when she slid her hand inside her panty. "Might as well take this off" she said to herself. 

It didn't take long that Harry could sense Tammy's going to cum any second as he felt her hand on top of his head and she starts to grind her mound against his tongue and lips. He felt her thighs closing in on his head and he slid his hands against her thighs and held her legs spread from behind her knees before she could get the chance of pinning his head completely. He then concentrated licking and sucking Tammy's cunt he knew would help reach her orgasm, its clit.

Tammy tried to ignore the pleasure she's experiencing but Harry's tongue seems to know where her cunt's sensitive spots were. She kept sucking and sliding her hand up and down Robby's cock, going faster and harder every few seconds as she felt her orgasm building up very quickly.

Robby was getting aroused from Tammy's blow job and her erotic moans made it harder for him to control his orgasm and knowing Tammy's mom watching didn't help either. He felt his cock got harder from the pressure Tammy was giving it and he knew he would be shooting his load very soon.

Joan was getting aroused from watching the trio and felt the urge of her cunt begging to be touched but she wouldn't dare afraid that she would cum if she ever did. She knew she will have her turn very soon as she watched Tammy move her hips much faster and the concentration on her face were quite obvious even with Robby's hard black cock head in her mouth.

A few more seconds and Tammy tightened her grip on Robby's cock as she released its head, popping out of her mouth and gasped and moaned in pleasure when she finally released her first orgasm.

Harry kept licking her drenched pussy, tasting every ounce of sweet cum juices as it squirt on his tongue and lips. He kept her legs at bay as he felt her legs made an attempt to close them.

Robby watched his father ate Tammy's cunt in gusto and hearing her moans and seeing her beautiful face in pleasure was too much for him and he took over in jacking off his big cock taking it over from Tammy.

Joan didn't blink at all to watch her daughter cum; she saw Tammy's body made a couple of small jerking motion before gasping for air. She watched Robby pulled her hair and guided her to his cock head which Tammy engulfed it with no hesitation. A few more pump of Robby's hand and he moaned and jerked his hips up a few times before she saw white stuff flowing down his shaft before he released Tammy's hair.

Tammy tried to swallow as much of Robby's cum but couldn't get all of it as she felt it drool out of her slick lips. She bobbed her head a few times as she sucked its head that made Robby moan for the final time. She repositioned her self to a much comfortable position as she felt Harry released her legs and then pumped Robby's shaft with her hands a few times, spreading what's left of his slick cum up and down its shaft. She then held it tight by its base and engulfed its head once more and gave it a couple hard suck before popping it out of her mouth.

Harry picked up his shirt and gave it to Tammy when he saw her sat down beside Robby with her hands spread and seems to be looking for something to wipe her hands off, "use this" Harry said as he handed it to her.

Tammy wiped her hands as much as she could with the shirt and looked up at Harry and then handed it back to him, "You need this too."

Harry took it back from her with a questioning look on his face. He then saw her smile and pointed around her lips and then to his face. "Oh yah, now you're mocking me!" he playfully said and threw the shirt at Tammy.

Joan saw how much Tammy was having fun when she saw her laugh as the shirt landed on her face and Robby was laughing too. 

Harry eyed the two and then grabbed the shirt once again, "Give me that!" he said and then playfully wiped his mouth with the shirt.

Joan wanted to laugh but held it. She froze when she heard Harry, "Someone is having a blast too with your silliness," he said.

"Who?" Tammy asked still laughing and then saw him nod his head behind. She tried to look behind Harry but he's blocking her way. She still could see what he's talking when he stepped aside. Till Harry said, "You can come out now."

Joan stood up and reveled herself. She saw Tammy wide eyed and a surprise on her face. "Young lady, you're having fun and you didn't even tell me?"

Tammy wasn't mad, just surprised. "How long have you been watching?"

"I came in with Harry, I just hid behind the bar" Joan said smiling.

Tammy eyed Harry this time, "You are sneaky" she said in a calm voice.

"You should have asked me, I know how sneaky he is" Joan playfully commented. She saw Harry looked and winked at her.

"I got to wash up and freshen up" Tammy said as she stood up.

"Me too' Robby followed.

Joan and Harry watched the two walk off. Tammy looked in the first door and then to the next and went in and Robby went in the opposite door.

"So what do you think?" Harry asked.

"It really made me hot if that's what you want to hear" Joan answered.

"How hot?" 

"It made me so wet I had to take it off."

"Really? So you're..."

Joan lifts her lower dress exposing her mound with its small tiny light patch of pubic hair.

Harry loves her firm smooth white legs and her mound that made his cock twitch to life.

Joan noticed the bulge growing in front of Harry's boxers. She stepped closer and placed a palm on his bulge and began to feel its size as it grew against the thin fabric of his boxers.

"You've finally loosened up aren't you?" Harry asked as he looked down at Joan caressing his cock.

Joan looked up at him and with the other hand reached up to his face as she lift her chin up to his face.

Harry lowered his head to meet hers. Their lips met and they kissed. For the first time he felt her kiss with out reserve and he kissed her back passionately as he wrapped his arms around her.

Joan kissed him back freely, not holding back putting aside the hatred she use to show and continued to caress his cock and felt it grow harder and bigger.

The two were kissing and fondling each other when Tammy and Robby showed up from the corner, hand in hand and they looked at each other and smiled and giggled as they saw their mother and father respectively in a passionate embrace.

Joan broke the kiss as she Tammy's quite familiar sound of giggling and looked their direction. "What's so funny?" she asked smiling.

"You too are just too hot to watch" Tammy said.

Harry smiled, "Oh yeah? Well, I guess it's your turn to watch" he said and turned Joan to face him.

The other two watched as Harry undressed Joan completely and had her sit on the sofa. Then they saw him look back at them, "Robby, your turn to make her cum on your face" he said as he slid down his boxer.

Tammy saw Harry's big hard black cock sprang out and as if she already forgotten how huge his cock was.

Robby didn't hesitate a moment and knelt between Joan's knees and began to caress her smooth and soft white thighs. He felt them shiver as his hands slid up and down her thighs and legs.

"Take it easy will you Robby, I'm so aroused that I might just come really quickly" Joan told Robby.

Tammy watched Harry position himself at her mother's left side with his cock in line with its face. She couldn't believe how huge Harry's cock looked against her mother's beautiful face. She watched her mother took hold of Harry's cock and slid it up and down its entire length a few times before she saw her mouth open up and engulfed the big purplish head.

Joan sucked Harry's cock head for a few seconds and had her tongue trace its head inside her mouth. She then tried her best to slide her tiny hand up and down its shaft and sucks its head at the same time.

Tammy sat at the nearest chair available, her jaw was dropped and her eyes focused at her mother's face with this huge black cock stuffed in its mouth. She couldn't imagine how it looked when she had it in her mouth a few months back. It's quite different in comparison when you're seeing it with another face this close.

Joan's whole body was trembling from excitement as she felt Robby's kisses and caresses all over her legs. She tried to control her legs from quivering as she felt his lips getting closer and closer to her awaiting cunt.

Robby licked and kissed Joan's inner thighs as he eyed the smooth and moist cunt in front of his face, he could even smell its unusual sweet scent.

Joan finally let Harry's cock head slip out of her mouth to gasp as she finally felt Robby's tongue touch her clit. She let out a moan as it slid up and down slit between its pussy lips.

Harry slid his hard shaft along Joan's red lips as she moaned and gasped in pleasure, rubbing its entire length all over her lips and face. He this for a few seconds till he thought she had enough of feeling and grasping in the pleasure Robby was giving her before he guided its thick cock head once more inside her mouth.

Joan tried to relax her jaw and open up her mouth as much as she could to accommodate Harry's huge black cock. She slowly eased her head back on the backrest as she let its cock slid in and out, an inch or two, of her mouth.

Harry slowly slid his cock in and out of Joan's mouth, not forcing it but letting her get used to it before attempting to force it in a little further more till she held his shaft with one hand and the other against his thigh letting him know that's all she could take.

Tammy watched intensely as her mother began to tense. Joan's legs slid up and opened further for Robby. She then heard Joan's muffled moans as its body tensed.

Harry slid his cock out of Joan's mouth as he saw the tension on Joan's face and heard her muffled moan.

Joan gasped and let out a moan in such an erotic tone that will bring arousing effect on any one who hears it. Her body jerked a couple of times as she placed a hand on Robby's head and pinned it with her thighs.

Robby liked the feeling of Joan's smooth and soft thighs against his face so he didn't bother to stop it from closing but continued to lick her soaking cunt as best he could and couldn't believe the unusual hint of sweetness of her juices. He only stopped when he felt her thighs loosen its grip and her legs dropped to the floor.

Harry sat down beside Joan while slowly stroking his huge cock and then pulled Joan on top of him.

Joan swung her leg across Harry and leaned on him and kissed him on the lips. She felt his lips parted and gently sucked her lower lip. She felt his hands against her ass cheeks and was surprised a bit when he started lifting her up with ease.

Harry easily lifted her and positioned her mound directly on his face and started licking her cunt.

Tammy watched in amazement as Harry buried his face between her mother's legs while holding her up on his face.

Joan tilted her head back as she felt Harry's tongue all over her aroused cunt and gasped for air as it slid between her slit and tongue fucked her for a minute or so before she started sliding down, his face sliding against her front, from her mound , to her tummy till it stopped between her breast.

Harry sucked Joan's erect pink nipples, starting from the left and then to the right and vise versa till he's satisfied from Joan's reaction.

Joan reached down and grabbed hold of Harry's stiff cock and felt its length as it slid up and down its entire shaft a few times before she held it just under its head and then lowered herself till it touched her opening.

Harry kissed Joan on the lips once more and as his hands slid from her hips up to her breast and started to squeeze and fondle them.

Joan could taste a bit her cunt juice as they kissed. She managed to rub its cock head against her slit with all the fondling and kissing between them. She finally broke their kiss when she felt his cock head slick enough with her juices and looked Harry in the eyes as she began to lower her body. She could feel her cunt lips parting and her cunt opening stretching.

Harry could see the hidden concentration on Joan's face as he felt the pressure on his cock head as it tries to slide in pass her tight little fuck hole. He didn't attempt anything to help her aside from fondling her firm breast and gently squeezing its nipples. He finally saw her gasp as he felt his cock head slid tightly inside her.

Joan leaned forward and placed her forehead against his while she was still trying to catch her breath. "Talk to me" she heard him whisper. "What?" she whispered back.

"How does it feel?" Harry asked.

"Its so big and .." Joan was saying.

"No! The very first time, how did you feel?" Harry cut her of.

Robby was stroking his hard cock as he approached Tammy and she took hold of it as soon as it got in front of her. He bent down and kissed her on the lips and his hand went between her legs.

Tammy kissed him back and could slightly taste and smell the aroma of her mother's cum. She opened up her legs as she felt his hands touch her inner thighs and then gasped a little as she felt his finger trace her slit.

Robby felt the wetness of her cunt as he traced his finger up and down its opening and could tell how aroused she was when he slid his finger inside her opening and more of its slick juices started to ran down his hand. He felt her hand got tighter against his shaft as he heard her and felt the gentle muffled moan as they kiss. He slowly starts to slide its finger in and out of her wet cunt and more moans came out from her lips between their kisses.

Tammy unconsciously starts to slide her hand against Robby's stiff cock. She was so aroused she could feel her wetness oozing out of her.

Robby could feel the tightness of her cunt even from all the wetness and he couldn't wait much longer to feel that tight feeling once more against his cock. His finger slid out of her cunt as he straightened up and raised it to her lips.

Tammy's eyes were close as she felt the slick finger against her lips. His finger slid in as her lips parted and tasted the slight sweetness of her own cunt juices as she sucked it. She hasn't let go of his cock yet and looks up at him before she guided its head to her mouth and started to suck its purplish head and tastes the pre-cum that was oozing out of its tip and felt its slickness on her tongue and lips.

Robby watched Tammy as his cock head popped out of her mouth and then started kissing and licking the under side of its shaft as she held it steady, pointing up at him.

Tammy held Robby's stiff black cock by its hilt and held it horizontally and pointing at her face. She playfully licks and sucks its head, and would have it slid in and out of her small mouth, her lovely lips tightly against its shaft.

Robby was having a blast watching his cock against the contrast of Tammy's beautiful and such innocent face but his cock was crying out for that tight awesome feeling it once felt a few months back.

Tammy felt his hands against her shoulders as if trying to pull her up and she did, letting go of his cock. She looked at him briefly and she turned her back from him and starts to position herself on the seat as if she read his thoughts. She leaned forward and rested her hands on the armrest to support her upper body and placed her left knee on the seat. She felt him move behind her and his hard black cock slid between her thighs feeling its hardness slid against her mound. She felt a hand against her hip and then at her left leg, lifting her knee off the seat to her rib cage as she planted her foot on the chair.

Robby took hold of his cock as it slid back against her mound and its head slid up to her opening like a magnet and started rubbing it in a circling motion parting her pussy lips some more and her cunt juices starts to cover its engorged head.

Tammy bit her lower lip as she felt Robby's cock head pressing and parting her tight opening. She held her breath her opening stretches to its fullest and the pressure of its head forcing its way in got stronger and stronger till she finally let out a moan.




Innocence Lost Ch. 12



Robby felt his cock head slid in as if her cunt sucked it in like a vacuum and at the same time heard her moan. He held her by the waist and waited for a moment till she get used its size. He felt her cunt muscles starts to squeeze its head as if telling him she's ready.

Joan took a glimpse on her left as she heard her daughter's moans. She saw her beautiful face in such tense concentration with Robby's cock with a good 6 inches left of it behind her and watches it disappear little by little. She then heard Harry, "That's an awesome sight, isn't it?" She looked at him and smiled and continued to move her hips once more up and down with Harry's guide with his hands on her hips.

Harry control's Joan's rhythm with his hands as he supports her petite body. He wants to feel the full effect of her tight pussy as it slid up and down his shaft while she spills out her answers to his questions of that first time.

Joan's pussy felt so full and tight and recounting the scenes of that day with Harry didn't help her concentrate but made her more aroused. Seeing Tammy with Robby's big dark cock penetrating her didn't help either and her story telling was being replaced by gasps and moans.

Harry could feel Joan's cunt muscles starts to squeeze his cock more frequently now and the way she move her hips, he knew she's coming soon.

Robby by this time was slow fucking Tammy from behind and took advantage of her position to stick his cock in and out of her in different angles that made her moan and yelp whenever he thrusts his cock a little further than what she could take which he did in purpose a couple of times.

The slow fucking that Harry and Robby was doing with mother and daughter were effectively working as Joan and Tammy could feel the long and hard stroke of their partner's big cocks as it slid in and out of their tight little cunts.

And almost instantaneously, with Joan gasping and resting her head on Harry's shoulders, she releases her orgasm. Streak of white tick semen could be seen covering his shaft as it continues to slide in and out of her with Harry doing the work this time.

Tammy not a couple of seconds following her mother's initial moan, dropped her arms to its elbows as she releases her own cum. Robby saw his shaft coated with white film as slid in and out of her. He felt her cunt muscles squeezed his shaft tightly as she continue to moan and he even teased her arousal even more by making circling motion with his cock, stirring up her inner cunt walls.

Harry stood up taking Joan easily with him while his cocks till buried inside her and laid her down on the sofa, lifted both her legs from behind the knees to spread them wider. He fucks her long and slowly for the first few thrust and then starts to pick up its phase. 

Joan was a bit surprised as she could feel another orgasm building up while she was still catching her breath and recovering from the last one. Maybe the new position and Harry's cock penetrating her in a different angle has something to do with it, but she could feel this one much stronger.

Tammy continued to moan as Robby fucks her much faster this time then she suddenly let out a yelp at the same time her hand reached behind her as if to try and stop him from going in further.

Robby held her waist and changed his angle and starts to fuck Tammy with its cock at a 45 degree angle that made Tammy moan with every thrust and much louder.

Joan has clear view of Tammy and Robby and she could see the pleasure or pain on her daughter's face and the position they're in added to the excitement. Her hands slid up her stomach to her breasts and start to fondle and squeeze them. It seems that Harry's cock grew much bigger inside her as his rhythm got faster and faster.

Harry watched his huge black cock in and out of Joan's tiny little cunt and then to her lovely hands as they squeeze and pinch her own nipples. But the thing that got him going was seeing her beautiful face in pleasure. He would intentionally thrust his cock a little deeper than usual to see her lovely lips part and gasp for a moment. A couple more of his thrust and saw her back arched and her hands went down beside her as she attempts to grab hold of something. Then he felt her cunt seem to suck and squeeze his entire cock then followed by her most arousing moan that send his orgasm exploding inside her.

As if on a cue, Robby made one last thrust that sent his cock deep inside Tammy's cunt and starts releasing his own hot cum.

Tammy felt his cock head pressing hard against her cervix and then followed by warmth gushing through out her pussy that made her release another of her own orgasm. She fell forward as Robby let go of her hips and she thought she heard his cock pop out of her cunt.

Harry finally let go of Joan's legs and leaned forward to kiss her on the lips before he slid his cock out of her.

Joan felt her cunt very loose as their mixed cum oozes out of its gapping hole, she didn't even attempted to cover it as Harry watches her cunt hole shrink back to its normal size.

Harry stood in front of Joan his cock is now semi hard compared to Robby's which is still hard. "Boy, you sure look like you want some more action" Harry told his son.

Joan saw Robby looked at her, "Wait a minute there stud, let me freshen up a little and a little break OK?" she said in a playful manner as she stood up and headed for the bathroom. Tammy stood up and went after her mother.

Harry went to get some drinks from the small fridge behind the bar while Robby went to check if there's an available bathroom he could use. Joan and Tammy were obviously using the master bath because he heard them, so he used the smaller bathroom to pee and freshen up himself.

When Tammy got out of the bathroom, Harry was setting down the tray of drinks on the small office table and she walked towards him still naked and took a small bottle of water from the tray, "Thank you" she said as she opened it and took a big swig.

Harry just looked at Tammy and admiring her young body and he felt his cock begin to twitch. He was about to say something when Joan walked out of the bathroom wearing a wrapped towel around her body. "You want o use the bathroom?" she asks. He shrugs his shoulder and headed for the bathroom door, he needs to relieve himself anyway.

Joan took a sip from one of the glass from the tray, "Martini?" she said and places it back on the tray. She reached out to Tammy and took the plastic bottle from her, "Just need a sip," she said and then end up finishing it all up.

Tammy watched her mom finished up what's left of the bottled water and shook her head as she smiles. "Yeah mom, you'll gonna need that very soon."

Joan looks at her daughter with a questioning look, saw her point behind her. She turned around saw Robby walks in the room, his cock now limp but still shows a good size. She turned her head to Tammy and made a funny face.

Robby saw the two giggling like children, "OK, OK, what you guys giggling about?"

"Just teasing mom that she needs to blow you since you went limp," Tammy said.

"Unless you want her to do it rather than an old woman," Joan said teasing.

"Old? You're one fine looking woman. I won't even have second thoughts in asking you out if I don't know you're Tammy's mother, you could easily pass as her sister," Robby smooth talking Joan.

Joan could feel her cheeks blush from Robby's remarks and not to mention a handsome young black man. She thought of her son's comments back then, perhaps its true when he told her about some of his school buddies wanting to bone her. She smiled from the thoughts of it. She noticed Robby's cock starts to get harder as he looked at Tammy's naked body. "I guess you want her to suck you off?" nodding her head towards Tammy.

"Why don't we both do it?" Tammy said teasingly.

"That's sounds great to me. I wonder how it feels like having two gorgeous babes lick this thing," Robby commented as he grab it by its hilt and flop it around like a whip and hen walks towards the bed and jumps in the middle of it.

The two babes just laughed and giggled as they approach the bed and positioning themselves on each side of Robby. Joan dropped the towel as she climbs in. Tammy was on his left stroking his semi hard cock.

"Here you go mom, you go first" Tammy said as she strokes its entire length.

Robby just lay there comfortably and his cock was almost fully hard. He watches as Joan bent down and licks its cock head, swirling her tongue around it while Tammy held it up right. All he could think of is "WOW!"

Joan then had its cock head slip between her lips engulfing its entire head and bobs her head a couple of time before sliding it out of her mouth once more and continue licking its head. Tammy then bent down and starts to lick its cock, sliding her tongue and lips up and down the under side of its shaft. Mother and daughter suck and lick switching places every few seconds and avoid blocking his view as much as possible.

Harry the appeared from the bathroom a few minutes later. He just watches his son for a while having a blast from the two beautiful girls. He couldn't believe that Joan finally gave in completely. He can't explain the feeling he's experiencing for her. All he wanted is to be with her and somehow respect her more than any girls he fucked, and he will continue to do so especially now that she's accepted her situation. Then there's Tammy, so young and as beautiful as her mother. Their soft white skin and proportionate petite body is something to die for. He began approach the left side of the bed when he finally felt his cock fully hard and wanting for some action.

Tammy felt a hand on her back and waist. She straightened up and turns only to find Harry's huge black cock right on her face. She looked up and smiled as she took hold of its shaft that she couldn't even wrap her fingers around completely. She was about to place it against her lips when he moved to lay down by the foot of the bed and saw his hands reach out to her hips as if urging her and she knew what he wanted, a "69".

Harry could see how aroused Tammy is when he saw her lovely tight cunt glistening with her juices as she positions her mound on top of his face. He caressed her smooth, soft, and slim legs and up to her hips and pulling them down on his face. He could smell its unusual sweet aroma and then starts to lick her partly gaped slit.

Tammy moans in pleasure as Harry's tongue starts sliding up and down her wet slit particularly when he suck and nibble on her clit. She wanted to return the favor and starts to suck its cock head the best she could. She has trouble sucking it at first till she got used to its size and starts to bob her head.

Robby reached between Joan's legs and felt the wetness of her cunt as he rubs its middle finger between her slit and made her moan when he found her clit.

After a few minutes of sucking and licking, Harry sense Tammy's orgasm was approaching from her grinding and moans.

Tammy could feel the pressure building up inside her cunt and was concentrating when Harry slid from under her. He flipped her over and positioned himself between her pushing her right leg out and guiding his hard cock on her opening.

Harry rubbed its huge purplish bulb up and down Tammy's slit making circling motion as he apply little pressure making her pussy lips part and more pussy juice oozes out smearing its entire head.

Tammy moans, gasp, and bit her lower lips as she felt the pressure on her opening. She could feel her cunt stretching as Harry's cock starts to enter her. She held her breath once more as the inevitable was about to happen. She let out a yelp as his cock head slips pass her tight pussy lips.

Harry let out a moan as well as he felt his cock head slip inside Tammy like sucking in a hard a hard jell-o between your lips. He watches her chest rise up and down and her breast seems to look hard with its pink nipples sticking up. He waited for a moment till he saw her eyes open and looks at him.

Tammy raised her head and looks at Harry's long huge black cock protruding from her cunt. She slid her hands down and slowly rubs her mound around its shaft and took a glance at her mom.

Joan was watching Harry penetrate her daughter while he stroke Robby's cock and it was an awesome sight she thought. She was entranced from the scene in front of her that she didn't notice that Robby already slip behind her till she felt his hand against her back and guides her to all fours which she complied.

Robby took his position behind Joan and reaches down on her left leg and lifts her knee up to her chest.

Joan was a little uncomfortable with her position but didn't say a thing, "What's up with this awkward position these younger generations seems to make her do?" she said to herself instead as she also recalls that night with Ben. She returned her attention back at the two in front of her and she couldn't believe how turned on she was seeing Tammy in such predicament.

Robby moves in behind Joan with his left foot planted on the bed as Joan's and guides his stiff black cock up to her waiting cunt. His cock went right in even from its size.

Joan wasn't expecting the sharp feeling on her cunt as Robby's cock pushes up inside her like a rod. "Ahhhhhh, oooooh" she moans as it stretches and penetrates her deeper and deeper in one thrust, it felt probably a good 7 inches before it stopped. "Oh my god!" she gasped out as she hold her position as much as she can.

Robby pulled out a couple of inches before thrusting his black rod inside her once more and much deeper than the first one. He held her by the waist as she starts to move forward and heard another gasp from her.

"Ahhhhhh!" Joan moaned much louder and stronger as she felt Robby's cock penetrate her cunt in a way she hasn't felt before.

Robby was in heaven knowing he could make such a fine woman and old enough to be his mother moan. He thrust his long black rod up her cunt in a slow and long stroke a few times before changing angles.

Harry raises Tammy's other leg as he leaned forward. Positioning himself on top of her, he let her legs rest on his arms that made her spread much wider. He looks down at her while she looks down at her mound. He starts to thrust slowly and saw her mouth open up and heard faint gasps. His cock tensed up as well when he felt her tight opening like a ring sliding against his shaft.

Tammy gasps, feeling her cunt stretch to its max and could feel every inch of it as it fills her hole. Inch by inch it slid slowly inside her. She laid her head back down as a full 5 inches reaches its mark and kept coming in. She took a quick glance at Joan as she heard her moan.

Joan couldn't describe the feeling as Robby's cock impaling her in different angle and direction that pushed a lot of sensitive spots deep within her cunt that made her body tremble. A few more thrust of Robby's prick and hit the right spots; she couldn't control the rush of orgasm that came unexpectedly. She moaned in pleasure as her body jerked.

Harry pauses to look at where Tammy was looking and smiled before he thrusts another two inches deeper before he even starts pulling out up to its head and thrust it back once more with a little effort this time and adding another inch in the process. He could see the erotic expressions and concentration on Tammy's face especially when he starts to fuck her in slow long strokes, impaling her with seven to eight inches or even more of his huge long dick.

It didn't take long when Tammy starts to arch her back and slowly move her head side to side followed by a soft arousing moan. Harry felt her cunt got tight for a brief moment but he didn't break his rhythm till he saw her relax a little. He straightened up but held her legs apart from the back of her knees. He saw white streak of thick fluid smeared on its shaft as it slid out of her, "Look at that" he said.

Tammy raised her head once more and saw the quite obvious white streak of her cum in contrast of his black meat. She reached over and touched it and then giggled, "Oh, my, gosh!" she said as she laid her head back down laughing quietly.

Harry smiled and seeing and knowing that she came made him more arouse. "Ok girl, ready for some real pounding?"

"Just watch the entry Ok?" Tammy smiled back spreading her legs as he positioned himself once more on top of her and placed her hands on his waist

Robby continues to fuck Joan and was grinning from satisfaction. He then pulled out after a few thrust exposing his cock which three-quarters of it were covered and smeared with Joan's cum and offered it to her as she sat down.

Joan hesitated a little bit for a second but eventually took hold of Robby's cock by the hilt and starts to lick her own cum juices off his stiff cock.

Harry just grinned at his son for approval and starts to thrust his hips slowly at first and begins to pick up phase, sliding in and out of Tammy's tight cunt. He thrust as much of his cock inside her as possibly could. He watched her yelp and felt her hands pushing his hips a few times when he forced a few couple more inches. He love hearing her moan and gasp so he continue to do it every few thrust since she didn't complain other than her hands on his hips.

All Tammy could do is moan with every thrust. She continues to bear the slight pain when ever he forced a little more than what she could handle. Her cunt is stretched so much but is used to its girth by now since it's well lubricated.

Robby had Joan lay down next to Harry and Tammy but in the opposite direction after she licked most of her cum from his cock. Joan has a clear view of Harry's cock glistening with Tammy's juices and saw her daughter's thin membrane of her cunt stretches around Harry's girth as it slid out of her and disappear as it slid back in. She could see how tight Tammy's cunt just watching it.

Robby took his position on top of Joan as she spread her legs. He reaches down between them and guides his cock at her opening once more and letting go as its cock head slid inside her.

Joan raised her knees outward as Robby thrust his cock deeper and deeper. "Ohhhhh!" She yelps as its tip touches the end of her tunnel and made her back arch. She was about to say something when she felt relief as it slid back out. She was anticipating for him to over thrust again but this time was just perfect so as the third and fourth. "Ahhhhh!" She let out a cry on the fifth thrust as it hit her cervix a little harder this time than the first. "Take it easy stud" she whispered."

"Sorry," Robby apologized without stopping his rhythm.

Joan seems to know what men want and so she gave it him. She starts to moan more often now and showed how much she's enjoying his cock through facial expressions and body language.

Robby was getting more and more excited as he watches Joan's beautiful face in such pleasure and hearing her arousing moans made it even better.

All the moaning, groaning, yelping and gasping in the bedroom was so erotic and mind blowing that it starts to affect everyone.

Harry's rhythm was getting faster as his orgasm starts building up fast and could feel his balls tightening up and seeing Tammy's beautiful face moan and gasps caused by his cock made it even harder for him to hold it back and sooner than he wanted it, he starts to moan and grunt. "Oh fuck! I'm coming."

Tammy dropped her hands from his hips to her side and her back arched once more and then her hands slid up to her breast and start to squeeze them. She moan and gasp even loader this time when she heard him, "Ahhhhhh," she moaned as she released her orgasm once more.

Harry felt her body jerk as he released his own semen almost at the same moment. He made a couple of thrust before he held his cock buried deep inside her. He could feel her cunt muscles spasm through his throbbing cock. He releases her legs and lowers his body against hers and she wrapped her legs around his waist.




Innocence Lost Ch. 12



The homosexuality was tested with everyone on stage at the same time, and the interviewers went around examining the candidates - sometimes quite close up. The director took particular interest in Mouse and her partner, and traced the girl's finger to the entrance of Mouse's anus with a certain amount of satisfaction. The last exercise, the group sex, merely amalgamated all the separate homosexual couplings into one large mass of writhing, mostly white, flesh. In this exercise, Mouse was most disappointed to lose her partner, who was soon to be seen with two men fucking her in the mouth and in the cunt. This exercise went on for more than an hour - and involved Mouse in sex of many different kinds with people who in most cases she'd only ever be able to recognise again from their genitals. 

"And you got the job!" summarised Innocence, after Mouse had given her own account of the audition. 

"I got the job!" confirmed Mouse proudly "And I'm off abroad as Anne of Anne of Green Gables in about eight days." 

"Congratulations!" said Innocence, easing Mouse out of her jacket and showering her face with kisses. Here at last was something Null could understand after sitting back staring blankly at Mouse as she gave an account of her auditions. She pulled herself forward and put her arms around Mouse's naked body applying her lips to the smudged lipstick on Mouse's nipples. Mouse didn't resist at all, and with a whoop of joy Null gave herself in total abandon to the following proceedings. She'd not understood what Mouse had been saying, but from the taste and smell of drying, caked-on semen around Mouse's cunt she had a fairly good idea of what Mouse had been doing. And she couldn't have approved more unreservedly. 

To Be Continued...



Innocence Lost Ch. 13



In Which we learn about the rewards and joy of unbridled pleasure, but also see how it may compromise the better virtues of Innocence and Chastity.

What could be done about Null? wondered Kedi as she sat astride Innocence thrusting her crotch backwards and forwards on Innocence's wonderful penis. She was unable to avoid wondering about this as Null was sitting opposite her on the floor, chained as always to the furniture frantically masturbating herself while Innocence and Kedi were in the throes of mutual passion. What talents does Null have? Kedi continued to wonder as the two exhausted lovers collapsed together and a trickle of Innocence's semen flowed down her inside leg.

"What would you say is Null's greatest asset?" Kedi asked Innocence as they cuddled up together watching the girl lick her hands of the lubrication she'd generated from her cunt.

"Her sex drive?" suggested Innocence, obviously imagining that Kedi already knew.

"Sex drive?"

"Well, no one else can go on and on and on like she does and keep up the same level of enthusiasm."

Kedi could only agree and this became the basis of an idea she developed. Null was certainly a girl who could take partner after partner, and continue doing so all day. Why then not charge people for the privilege of doing so? Kedi had had enough experience from organising her own sex shows to see exactly how this exercise could be done. And soon with the assistance of Innocence and her sister she put her idea into practice. Mouse said that she'd like to help, but as her priorities were to do with preparing for her departure to sing and dance and have sex on stage Kedi actively dissuaded her. "There is enough for you to do. And it is not much work we have to do either."

Indeed, to a certain extent there wasn't. Kedi found a garage she could rent at a reasonable rate in the town centre which she kitted up with a bed and sheets she managed to find in a deserted building. She then made the interior of the garage as much like a bedroom as she could, with erotic pictures that she's borrowed from Mouse that were in fact promotional photographs of productions she'd been involved in. Any discriminating visitor would have soon established that there were rather more pictures of Mouse than of anyone else.

However, discriminating visitors were not what Kedi was anticipating as she set up a stall outside the garage, just by the door that led into it from the side. It was just visitors willing to pay a reasonable and relatively competitive rate for five or ten minutes of sex. Indeed, what Kedi had decided on was to supply conveyor belt sex with Null as the main provider of this commodity. Above the door, she hung the sign Five Minute Fuck, and underneath the actual rate and a picture of Null in a lascivious attitude. This photograph was not difficult to take, - the difficulty was determining which of the many lascivious and frankly sluttish photographs most promoted Null's unique properties.

Attracting custom was not initially easy, but Chastity and Innocence helped Kedi by handing out leaflets advertising Null's unique skills and, of course, the exceptionally reasonable rate. As the leaflet made clear - how could a potential customer possibly afford not to take advantage of the offer? What Kedi was not sure was if what she was doing was making Null a prostitute against her will or if, indeed, what Null was doing could properly be called prostitution. However, on the first fairly slack days, when it was Kedi's turn to supervise Null's lovemaking rather than to collect pay at a table from visitors queuing up to come in, she came to the conclusion that she was really just providing a service for Null and if there was some pecuniary compensation for it then that could not be bad. Null was so clearly grateful for the sex she was receiving and so reluctant to see each customer leave that Kedi couldn't really consider that Null was being exploited.

Null's success at providing the perfect Five Minute Fuck was not immediate. In the first weeks or so, it was quite difficult to release Null from customers who delighted as they were at getting rather more than their money's worth had really decided that they'd had enough. Null was almost inconsolable when a customer had left, and soon Innocence and Chastity had to provide assistance in giving the oversexed Null sexual satisfaction as well as assisting Kedi with the organisation of the venture. Soon however, the one or maybe two customers an hour had grown to be a constant queue of men and occasionally women who would patiently wait their time to have their moment of sexual release. At lunch time on a working day, this queue might stretch several yards along the road and provided obstructions to other businesses which was only compensated by the extra trade these businesses themselves were gaining.

The pattern had soon set in, with Kedi, Innocence and Chastity taking turns at collecting money from customers before seeing Null and restraining Null from continuing to have sex with a customer who was either clearly finished or had exceeded his five minutes. Null was certainly much happier now and it was only because the three girls couldn't maintain their roles for twenty four hours a day that Null ever got to finish making love at all.

"Is there any limit to Null's sexual appetite?" Innocence exclaimed, as late at night after the last people in the queue had been satisfied (and usually in substantially less than the promised five minutes), Null was still clamouring for Innocence to fuck her.

"Is there a way to find out?" wondered Chastity, who then came up with the idea of a Fuckathon. This, she said, would be to simply ask people to take turns in fucking Null, and keep it going until Null could keep going no longer. They would pay for the privilege of being in the Fuckathon and they could invite newspapers and television reporters to witness Null's phenomenal achievement.

"But shouldn't we collect the money for a charity or something?" queried Innocence who really didn't know of her sister ever doing anything if there wasn't some distinct advantage to herself in it.

"We can give a certain amount to a charity, I suppose," Chastity conceded, "but only after we award ourselves pay for the administrative costs."

Neither Kedi nor Innocence was that sure of Chastity's sincerity concerning any charitable activity, but they helped Chastity book a room with a raised platform and seats for an audience and helped her in promoting the Fuckathon. This event attracted rather more attention than even Chastity had anticipated, but this was mostly because of the reputation already generated from Kedi's Five Minute Fuck enterprise. There were a large number of sponsors willing to pay considerably more for the privilege of taking part in the event than they would normally need to do for Null's services. Kedi's main hope was that they wouldn't run out of fuckers before Null finally gave up.

On the day on which the event began - and it was anticipated that it would continue for several days - Kedi was gratified to see the hall was full and not just with participants but with observers, reporters and television cameras. In fact one television station, fronted by a woman with short hair, a business suit and large breasts that deliberately burst free from her jacket, was to film the whole event, but not to actually screen it all. This woman started off by describing the event to her viewers, - which included the stage, the participants and, most importantly of all, Null herself. This woman interviewed both Innocence and Chastity whom she described as the main organisers of the event, but pointedly avoided interviewing Kedi, although she had more to do with its organisation than anyone else. Kedi would have been more offended had she not lived in Wonderground for so long and become rather accustomed to such casual racism.

Several reporters had tried to interview Null as she lay chained to the side of the stage before the event, but were soon discouraged by her inability to understand their questions, to form any answers and to restrain herself from trying to sexually assault them. However, when the event started it was much easier to focus on her as participant after participant came on stage in agreed turns, paid their money, and fucked Null.

This routine went on and on, and soon the commentators found that really there were only two things they could do. One was to praise the participants in working so hard for charity and making the event such a success (and forbearing to mention those whose sexual performance was not quite adequate and who after the prescribed maximum time had to be taken off stage without achieving any successful sex at all). The other was to pass comment on Null's unflagging sexual enthusiasm, her frequent, noisy and often explosive orgasms and what a marvellous performer she was. This must have become very boring for both spectators and commentators after a while as after a full day of sex, Null continued through the night and into the next day with no apparent sign of fatigue.

This state of affairs just continued and continued, and by the eighth day in which Null had not slept at all, the audience which had thinned out after the second day was packing out the hall as spectators observed for themselves a phenomenon of sexual stamina that most hadn't believed possible. Kedi's fears of a lack of fuckers proved to be unfounded as the fame of Null and the Fuckathon had spread beyond Wonderground and people were rushing to participate from everywhere.

And then, just when it seemed that Null would never tire, indeed after she'd just yet again exploded into orgasmic screams that echoed throughout the hall and frightened off a flock of pigeons outside, she suddenly collapsed underneath the man who was fucking her at the time and fell asleep. The Fuckathon was then over.

Kedi was relieved. She wondered whether Null would be all right after such relentless fucking, but she was and a few days later, after she'd recovered from an immensely long sleep she was back at the Five Minute Fuck, with her name in much large letters and a photograph of the Fuckathon, being charged out at somewhat more extortionate rates than before.

Null didn't understand why, but she felt that she was being treated with rather more respect and consideration than she'd ever had before. Her most pressing need, which was for frequent and unrestrained sex, was at last being satisfied and she was very grateful to the women who'd made it possible for her. Now that Mouse had left to perform elsewhere, there were now only three others sharing the flat, and although she wasn't able to quantify it in any way, their quality of life had somehow improved as well. She really had no suspicion that in some way her prodigious sexual appetite was the reason why none of the girls needed to work any more, beyond facilitating her own services to the many clients who would queue up for them.

Innocence was now quite lonely now that her lover had gone, and she had decided not to share her bed permanently with Kedi or her sister, though this didn't prevent her having sex with them on frequent occasions. Her times with Null were mostly spent with the sole intent on giving the girl the kind of care and attention she quite obviously needed. Innocence, however, was the only one of the girls who ever came to her for sex, but the one who was most attentive to her these days was Chastity. When Null was out of the now sumptuously decorated flat, away from the massive video and stereo system, and not lounging in the comfortable luxury furniture, she would either be providing her Five Minute Fuck or, increasingly, be escorted by Chastity to the premises of some man who seemed delighted by the extent of her sexual desire.

There seemed to be an endless procession of these visits in premises more sumptuous even than those she'd become accustomed at her flat, where men with great wealth, sometimes singly and sometimes in groups with participating women, would assist her in indulging in all sorts of sexual activity. She would be urinated on, have faeces dropped onto her, would have whole hands pushed inside her while her anus was being filled by all sorts of objects, sometimes manacled and chained, sometimes slapped, but always having close intimate attention. This was what she craved and what she demanded. And in all this, Chastity would be out of sight waiting for her, and would only appear when, after hours of sexual activity it was time to leave. And quite often she would be handling a large wad of notes.

Null was not totally insensitive to the atmosphere at the flat which often seemed strained, with Innocence and Kedi arguing with Chastity it seemed about the very money which Chastity was collecting from Innocence's clients. They somehow appeared rather less than enthusiastic about her new activities. Often at the end of these arguments, Innocence would sit with a Null restrained by chain and cunt-ring and talk to her. Null had no idea what Innocence was saying, but it seemed very sympathetic and tearful. What troubled her was that these conversations didn't necessarily lead to sex, but she supposed that Innocence was getting some gratification from them.

There then came a period where with apparent reluctance from Chastity, Null found herself totally deprived of all sex except from Innocence. Indeed only Innocence and Kedi ever came to speak to her, while Chastity might be seen looking at Null from round the corner of a door. This abstinence upset Null. She flung herself bodily at the two girls and masturbated with everything she could find, including her food. She weeped from frustration and beat her cunt hard to stimulate sensation from it. On one occasion she hit it so hard that it started to bleed, and she took consolation in letting the blood gather in her hands and then licking them. When Innocence found her lying on the sheets with a puddle of blood between her legs, she shrieked and was soon joined by the other two girls who argued vehemently amongst themselves what should be done.

The result of this was a return to visiting men again in Chastity's custody - something which clearly pleased her, but appeared to give less pleasure to the other two. Chastity had started talking to her at greater depth and indeed to show a great deal more affection than before. She didn't however appear to be particularly enthusiastic about having sex with her. She also now took on the responsibility of feeding her, washing her and combing her hair - tasks that previously only the other two had ever done. 

Null was happy to return to fucking. She didn't mind who fucked her. Women with dildos, dogs, donkeys, children - it didn't matter! Chastity also didn't mind, it seemed - being more concerned with the money she was receiving. Null missed the Five Minute Fuck, although her own perception of it had been of a paradise served by an unending queue of fuckers.

However, she was vaguely aware that things were due to change again - and found some of Chastity's attention rather more clinging than before. She also became aware that the other two girls approached her in a way that she'd experienced before whenever she was due to leave somewhere. The change when it came though was not totally unexpected.

The evening before was one she spent making love to both Innocence and Kedi with Chastity watching unhappily from a chair. Innocence was much more passionate than usual and greatly attentive to giving the girl as much pleasure as she could. Although, Null shared her penis with Kedi, she got the feeling that Innocence was making a special effort to fuck Null principally. The lovemaking went on through the night, and was punctuated with tears and some arguing from Chastity. 

The following day, she was awoken by the three girls who hugged and kissed her in a sorrowful manner, and then she was introduced to a new companion who was a tall middle-aged woman in a long white coat and with a very sad smile. This companion took Null around the shoulders and cuddled her firmly to her bosom, restraining her at the same time from any sexual activity. Her hair was stroked and and her face was tenderly kissed. She was then put into a strange jacket whose sleeves pulled her arms across her waist and prevented her from moving. There followed a peculiar ceremony of tears and kisses and cuddles from the three girls, which somehow she knew meant that there wouldn't be any more sex with them again. Null had experienced occasions like this before, but never so intently.

All of a sudden, something deep inside her cracked and she started crying and blubbing and weeping unrestrainedly. She felt surprise as her eyes started pouring out tears whose salt trail mingled in her mouth with the dribble of snot from her nose to produce a very salty taste. Although no one had hit her, she felt the same bruised and damaged feeling about her lower face that she'd usually only experienced after rough sex with men of peculiarly cruel taste.

The last Null saw of her companions were the three of them through the window of the white car waving again and again at her as it drove away with her and her new companions. Kedi was standing naked as always, while Chastity and Innocence had their arms around each other with Innocence crying almost as much as Null was. Her new companions spoke to her and cuddled her, but as the realisation of the perhaps permanent loss of her lovers became clearer, Null began screaming and wailing inconsolably - and continued to do so for several more weeks until she could no longer clearly remember just what it was she was missing so terribly.

To Be Continued...



Innocence Lost Ch. 13



After secretly having sex with Drake's wife Joan and daughter Tammy the previous day (Ch. 12), Harry talked Drake into getting together to spill the plan for a foursome (FMMM) for Joan, which end up having sex, a threesome, with Joan before the big event.

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After chatting with Harry and Robby, mother and daughter left the hotel. Tammy got home first and a few minutes later Joan came in the front door.

"Hi mom," Tammy greeted Joan.

"Young lady, we need to talk," Joan said as she put down her purse on the table and approached Tammy.

"Talk bout what?"

"You shouldn't be going any where near Harry especially in a hotel. You should have told me."

Tammy was a bit upset, "He didn't called me, Robby did!" she said.

"You still went in a hotel!"

"So what? I'm 18 I could see whom ever I want!"

Joan noticed the anger in her daughters tone, "I know that," she said and she sat on the sofa, "Come here sit down," she said as she tap the sofa next to her. Tammy looked at her mom but sat beside her anyway.

"Look, you're such a beautiful young girl. I just don't want anything bad happen to you."

"Robby called and he wants to see me. What's wrong with that?"

"You know what's going to happen when you get there, but you went anyway?"

"I don't know. I guess I want it too?"

"And Harry?"

"I never thought of him at first till I got there. Then I thought that, since I had sex with both of them before, I guess it'll be OK."

"You know why I showed up?" Joan asked. Tammy looks at her, "Harry told me that there will be more guys...and you know?" 

"So you showed because you are afraid that I can't handle it?"

Joan turns to her daughter with a surprise look, "You think could handle it?" She pauses and looks at her daughter. "Never mind, the point I'm trying to get to you is that, you are young. You don't want to be just an easy going and get laid girl." She pauses, "You still need to take care of your reputation."

"Josh told me that too," Tammy said.

"Well, there you go. That's from a boy's point of view."

Tammy kind of got the idea what her mother's telling him, why she's upset. She just nods her head in response to Joan.

"OK we can talk some more later, if you want." Joan stood up, "Just don't tell your father about what happened today OK?"

"Sure mom. It will be another secret of ours." Tammy stood up and embraces Joan, "Thanks mom."

"Are you still going to visit Kelly?" Joan asks about Tammy's cousin.

"I was planning to go Saturday but I'm thinking of going tomorrow. I'll call her first"

"You should tell your father."

"If ever he's around, I will." Tammy said and went to her room.

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Drake was just finishing up to get to his training schedule and was ready to leave when the phone rang. He looks at it, "It might be important since he told his secretary to hold his calls," he thought to himself and answered the phone.

"Drake! How are things going?"

Drake recognizes the voice, "Harry?"

"Guess what? I'm in the area through the weekend."

Drake knew one thing Harry wants when ever he calls, "I got to go Harry, can I call you later?"

"Going to that training seminar?"

"Uh, Yes I am."

"Drake, come on. You are the manager now, you don't need it."

"But it's mandatory?"

"Nope, you are absolutely mistaken,"

"Are you sure?"

"Drake, it's me! I'm charge of this region, who do you think approves this training?"

"You?" Drake said disgustingly.

"Come on Drake, you should know by now that I always have your back."

"OK Harry, I'm listening" Drake said in submission and sat on his chair.

"How long has it been buddy? You want to see some action?"

Drake knew exactly what Harry's talking about and he likes the thoughts of it, "When?"

"Friday night. One of my buds' having a birthday, we usually have this ritual every year that we share a gal as birthday present..."

"Whoa, stop, stop," Drake interjected, "You're talking of sharing Joan with another guy? I don't know Harry, that's seems to be going overboard. I don't mind about you but another stranger?"

Harry sensed the rejection in Drakes response, but he knows him too well, "Hear me out, it's not that bad at all."

"You're talking about my wife here?" Drake said.

"Will it make you feel better if there's another wife or a woman?"

Harry got Drake's attention once more, "Spill out the details."

"Just listen and I know you will like this." Harry said then he continues, "We will attend a party. While we're there, we will mingle with other couples; meet their wives, gals, whatever. You pick the woman you want to be with us for the other party and who ever is her husband or date also comes then we have another party in the celebrant's home. Simple"

Drake was counting in his thoughts, "So you are talking 4 of us guys and 2 girls and I got to pick the girl, basically the other couple?"

"Correct." Harry said.

"How could you manage to set this up?"

Harry laughed, "It's me Drake! Does it really matter? Anyway, there's another thing and you like this."

"Really? What can surprise me more than this scheme of yours?"

Harry laughed again, "Listen. You get to fuck the girl while the rest of us get to fuck Joan. Think of it. You got fuck a girl of your choice while you watch your wife in a gang bang."

The thoughts of it were all over Drake's mind and he didn't even notice his cock getting hard till it was straining from its confinement. He couldn't say a word.

Harry was waiting for an answer, "You and Joan could leave anytime, when ever you want. You know me, I like Joan and I won't let anything happen that she doesn't want."

Drake knew for one thing, since he and Harry got this arrangement with Joan, Harry is good on his words. He also senses that Harry got a feeling for Joan, more than just liking her. "I still have to talk to Joan, what she thinks about this?"

"I need the answer tonight. You think I could help you talk her into it?"

"You mean shacking up with her tonight, don't you?" Drake asks sarcastically.

"Well, if you put it that way sure!" Harry said then, "I miss her, if you know what I mean?" he teased.

"I'll head home and talk to her. I'll call you."

"Can't wait!" Harry said and hangs up.

Drake looks at his watch. "Still got time to finish up some paper works," he said. Then presses the intercom button, "Maria, will you please bring in the Ortho and Mereck files, and if you could order me a light lunch, that will be great."

"Sure Mr. Langly, be right in with the files."

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Joan just finished her daily chores and managed to workout this morning. She looks at the clock, '2:17'. "Harry should have talked to Drake by now." She starts to phase, wondering what Drake will think of Harry's scheme. She was a little bit shock when Harry told him about Friday night. She's not even sure if she could handle it but the thoughts of it really made her hot but still having mix feelings about this. She just hopes that Drake will turn it down and she doesn't have to worry about it. But she knew that Harry's right about Drake; she knew what her husband wants to watch. She heard a car pull in the driveway. She took a peek out the window and then went in the kitchen straightens her self nervously. She took a deep breath and exhaled before pretending to clean up in the kitchen.

Drake walks in, "Honey?" he called out.

"In the kitchen!" Joan answered back and starts to walk towards the family room.

Drake saw Joan walking towards the family room and he went to meet her.

"You're early, anything wrong?"

"Everything's fine," Drake said and gave Joan a quick kiss on the lips, Where's Tam?" he asks as he took off his coat. 

"She's going to spend the weekend at your brother's and spend time with your niece before she heads for college" Joan said."

"Since when?" Drake asks.

"Well if you could just come home early once in a while and spend time with her, you should know. She left this morning and might be back Sunday or Monday, she said she'd call. So what brings you home this early?" 

"Just want to talk to you about something."

Joan looks at him pretending to be curious of what she's about to hear, "Nothing serious I hope, since you're here this early."

"Well, depends how you look at it?" Drake said as he took her hand and led her on the sofa.

"Oh no, I don't like the sound of that" she said as they sat down.

Drake kisses her on the check, "Come on, it's not really bad it's just an idea" he said in a charming way then cuddling her.

"I got this feeling that you got something brewing in that mind of yours and I don't even want to think about it" Joan responded in a teasing way and smiled as she let him hug her, squeezing her against his chest.

"It's not my idea in the first place" Drake said.

Joan looks at him curiously, "What idea and whose?"

"Harry's in the area" he told Joan.

Joan pretended to be shocked from the new, "Let me guess. He wants to get together and you want it to happen?" she told Drake as she stares in his eyes.

"It's really up to you" Drake said.

"I knew it," Joan said as she shook her head. "It's always up to me. Me. My decision again" she said, then she saw Drake's concern look on his face. "Perhaps she over did it" she told her self. "What do you want?" she asks. 

Drake was about to answer but Joan beat him to the punch.

"I'll make it easy for you for, OK" Joan said.

Drake felt a little guilty, "You really don't ....."

Joan cut him off once more, "Its OK, besides, it has been a while, right?"

"OK then, I'll call Harry and we'll have dinner here tonight."

Joan was a really surprised now, she wasn't expecting about tonight. "What do you mean tonight?"

"Well, he got something plan for Friday night and I think it would be better if he explains everything to you" Drake said as he walks to where his coat is and took his cell phone.

"He did it gain" Joan told her self, "That sneaky bastard" referring to Harry. She just shook her head and smiled, "I can't believe this" she whispered.

"You said something?'' Drake asks Joan as he waits for Harry to answer the phone.

"I said I can't believe this" Joan said as Drake answered the phone at the same time, "Hello, Harry!"

Joan walks pass Drake and pushes him, "Aaaaaa..." she screams as she walks away.

"Is she pissed off?" Harry asks over the phone.

"Nah, she's just playing around" Drake said with a laugh.

"I'm not cooking!" Joan yelled from around the corner but Harry heard it.

"Tell her I'll bring dinner and she could be the dessert" Harry told Drake.

Drake laughed, "See you around six or seven?" He nod, "OK that's fine. See you then."

Joan slid from hiding in the corner with her arms crossed against her chest.

"He's buying dinner and he'll be here by 5" Drake said.

Joan looks at the wall clock, "What?" she yelled and disappeared once more to the corner.

"He also said that you'll be the dessert!" Drake yelled and then he laughed when he heard her scream and grunt.

Joan heads up to guest room and straightens up the room a little. "Damn you Harry, this is not what you told me" she thought to herself. Then she went in their master bath room to take a bath. She was acting up and feeling upset but she couldn't believe herself when she saw her panty a little wet. "I can't believe this" she said while she stares at the wet spot on her panty.

After a few minutes later as Joan soaking herself in the pool of fragrant bubbles, she heard the doorknob turn but its lock. Then she heard a knock on the door, "Honey?"

"Go away! You won't see me till he gets here!"

"What are you doing?"

Joan finally got her sense of humor and decides to play along and perhaps make Drake drool, "What do you think? I'm getting myself ready. You want your wife to look and smell good when she gets to fuck two hung men, don't you?"

Drake didn't answer but Joan teasing made his cock spring to life.

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Drake looks at his watch, '5:13' He already set up the table for three and got the wine chilling in the fridge.

'5:16' the door bell rang. Joan heard it from the master bedroom. She doesn't know why, but her heart beat were pounding against her chest. She waited for a good ten minutes before she went down.

Drake and Harry got the food set up on the table and even the wine when Joan showed up. Harry saw her first. Joan didn't try to dress up since they're just staying home but none the less, she looks gorgeous and so yummy. She wore a black mini-skirt which exposes her white smooth slim and wonderful legs. She wore a white short sleeve blouse and barely covers her mid span which you could take a glimpse of her belly button. And two guys could tell she wasn't wearing any bra as well.

"You look good" Harry commented as Joan approaches.

Drake looks at her, "Wow, you're glowing!"

"I noticed that too" Harry followed suite. "And now she's blushing!"

"You guys stop it!" Joan said as she covers her face with her hands and then laughed when she starts to fan her face with both hands, "Is it hot in here?"

"You're the only one looking hot there my dear" Drake commented as he pulled a chair for her.

Joan gave Drake a quick kiss on the lips before sitting down. "Thank you" she said and then smiles at Harry.

Harry took a set on Joan's left and Drake took the one on her right. They made small talks during the course. Joan already consumed 2 glass wines with another one half empty which she finished by the time they finished dinner.

"Well, that was awesome. Thanks Harry." Drake commented as he places his napkin on the table. He stood up and took his plate and Joan's to the kitchen sink.

"You're very welcome" Harry said looking at Joan as he stood up and carried his plate towards the kitchen.

"Here let me take that from you" Drake said as he reached for Harry's plate. Then he excuses himself to the bathroom leaving Harry and Joan.

"You didn't mention anything about tonight!" Joan said after making sure Drake is out of sight.

Harry just shrugs his shoulder and grin, showing his white teeth in quite contrast with his black face. "I got nothing to do and since your husband assumed that I want to shack with you, which is true anyway, why not?"

"Weren't you satisfied yesterday?" Joan asks.

Harry went closer and cresses her cheek with the back of his index finger, "I'm always satisfied. The question is. Do I have enough?" Harry whispers to her. She looks at him. "It will never be enough when it comes to you. You should know that by now?" he finishes. His finger slid down to her chin and pulls it towards him. She didn't resist and he kisses her on the lips.

"Ahmmmm," Harry and Joan heard from behind. Harry straightens up and faces Drake.

"Starting with out me?" Drake asks and then laughed and then gave Joan a hug from behind as she sat on the chair. "Let's go in the sofa and talk shall we?" he suggested.

Joan led the way with Harry right behind her and Drake trailing behind. She sat on the sofa which made her skirt rise exposing more of her lovely legs. Harry looks back at Drake and saw him offer a spot with his hand. He sat on her left. Drake took the spot on her right side.

"So tell her about tomorrow night" Drake told Harry.

Harry looks at Joan and starts to tell her what he told Drake earlier. Although she got an idea from him yesterday, she was taken aback when all along she thought there will only be one stranger out of the 3 guys but he's mentioning 2. She was OK with one but two strangers?

Joan looks at Drake, "I don't know about this..." "I'll be right there and as he said, we could always walk out anytime and ...." Drake was saying.

Joan turns to Harry, "Can we have a minute?" she asks.

Harry stood up, "I need to use the bathroom anyway."

Joan turns to Drake as soon as Harry was out of sight. "I know how much you want this," she told him. "I don't mind doing it with Harry, but three guys?"

"I won't force you if you don't want to but can you at least try? You might even like it." Drake said.

Joan couldn't believe how sold out her husband with this. She was about to comment when Drake spoke again.

"Let me ask you this? Did you get off with me and Harry or how about me and Ben?"

"That's different and..." Joan continues on, basically telling him it's just a fuck, one after the other. "I don't know what to expect?"

Joan got jumpy for a second as she heard Harry. "Well, you could find that out right now" and sat beside her. She was about to say something when she felt a hand between her legs. She turns around and next thing she knew someone's fondling her breast through her blouse. She was about to protest when Drake covered her lips with his and starts to kiss her not allowing her to speak.

Drakes hand crept forward between her legs till it went under her skirt and to her mound which he found out that she's not wearing any panty. He found her slit and starts to rub its clit. 

Harry starts to unbutton her blouse and cups one of her breast as soon as he got three of the five buttons free and starts to squeeze it gently and manages to suck the other.

Drake broke their kiss after minutes of tongue swabbing and starts to kiss her on the neck just below her jaw.

Joan moans and spreads her leg much wider making room for Drakes hands as it continues to rub her clit.

Harry placed his hand on Joan's left knee and gently pulls it out further. His hand slid up her inner thigh and sliding her skirt further up with it, he took a peek and smiles as he notices too, no panties. He replaces Drakes finger from playing with her clit with his as Drake left it and went to her left breast. 

Drake kisses starts to go down her neck, to her chest, to her right breast and to its nipple which he gently bit and nibbles.

Joan's eyes were close as she went into total submission from the pleasure she's experiencing. She slouches a little making room for both her man. Her hands seem to have a mind of their own as it begins to wander, sliding up and down Harry and Drakes legs till it found their bulges and starts rubbing them through their pants.

Harry spread her pussy lips with his right middle finger and right thumb while his left hand's middle finger plays with her now hard clit and would once in a while slip it inside her cunt that made her moan.

After a few minutes, while Drake's busy fondling and sucking Joan's nipple. Harry took Drake's right hand from her left breast and placed it on her cunt, which immediately took over in playing with its clit.

Joan felt Harry move, her hand slipping away fro his bulge. She was still in pleasure to see what's going on and then sense another movement beside her. Next thing she knew, she felt a something pressing on her lips which made her open her eyes. Harry's black huge cock is right on her face and its purplish head pushing her red lips to open.

Harry was leaning over her with his right knee resting on top of the back rest and his left feet planted on the sofa next to her as he guides and held his cock, pressing it into her mouth. "Yeah, that's it baby" he said to Joan as soon as she starts licking and sucking it.

Drake looks up from her breast and saw Harry's long huge black cock on her wife's beautiful white face. He slips away and starts taking of his clothes and then went between Joan's legs and starts licking her wet cunt.

Joan's right hand went up to Harry's cock and took hold of its shaft when Drake's bulge slips from her.

Harry managed to reposition himself with Joan's body now between his legs, literally on top of her, as he was leaning forward and supporting his upper body with his arms resting just above Joan's head.

Their position were basically; Harry in a spread position standing on the sofa with Joan's head in front of his cock and her body between his legs while Drake is positioned between her legs.




Innocence Lost Ch. 13



Harry was in such almost perfect position, slight above Joan's face that he could manipulate his huge cock's angle and position in to Joan's face particularly in her mouth.

Drake had a perfect view of this huge black cock practically ramming his wife's beautiful face as he licks her cunt and sucks its clit. He could see Joan having a little trouble in managing Harry's cock but he could tell she's doing her best. He could actually feel his cock throb as it gets even harder.

After a few minutes later, Drake couldn't stand it any more. He stood up and taps Harry, "Let's switch" he said and they trade places.

Joan watches as they took their position and she took hold of her husbands cock, although it's no comparison with Harry's, its still big and quite manageable, it's the perfect size for her. She strokes it a few times before engulfing its head. She pauses for a couple of seconds to let out a moan as she felt Harry's tongue touch her clit. She lifts her left leg in to the couch and practically rests her right leg on Harry's back, making room for him.

Drake starts to slowly fuck his wife's mouth as her lovely red lips tightly grips his shaft. He thrust in and out of her mouth slowly as if making love to it, she can take at least a little over 4 inches from the looks of it anyway. Then he starts talking to her, "Oh honey that feels gooooood. Yeahhhh, Ahhhhh. You should see that huge black cock against your face, it looks amazing! Yeah, I can't wait to see that huge cock fuck your little pussy once more...." and he continue on and on.

For some reason, Joan was having a kick on hearing her husband how he wants to see her get fucked. It's making her hot and so aroused, she could feel her orgasm building up quickly till her ass starts to grind.

Harry knew she's about to come when she starts grinding her mound against his tongue and felt her hand against his head. He stops using his tongue and replaces it with his finger, "Hey Drake! Your wife's ready to be fucked, you go first."

Harry make Joan lay down on the sofa and Drake took his position between her legs lifting her left leg against the backrest. Harry kneeled by her head and he pulls her right knee outward making more room for Drake.

"Do you want to get fucked, baby?" Drake asks Joan as he guides his cock on her cunt. He rubs its head around her opening particularly on her clit. He could see her cunt juices oozes out and to her ass.

Joan's eyes were close as she gasp and moan from the excitement building on her cunt. She anticipates for the feeling of cock sliding inside her, she wants it inside her. She heard Drake but all she could manage is some moans.

Drake teases her by applying pressure on her cunt with his cock but pulls it out as soon as it felt like its going to pop in her.

Joan held her breath as her cunt starts to part and stretch till she could feel the moment she was waiting for but it didn't come. She was breathing hard and heard her husband once more,

"You really want to get fucked, ain't it baby?" Drake said as he puts pressure on her cunt once more and then withdrew again.

Joan couldn't stand it much longer; she wants its cock in her. "Oh baby, please fuck me now. Plea...." She was about to beg when she felt his cock head forced its way in her tight opening, "Ahhhhh, Mmmmm, Unnng!" she moans in pleasure.

Drake teases Joan by inserting 3-4 inches of his cock in and out of her cunt a few times before he has its entire length deep inside her with one quick full thrust.

Joan gasps for breath as she felt the unexpected onslaught penetration of her husband's cock. Although she'd been fucked but this cock so many time in their entire marriage, this one's quite felt different. Different in a good way, way better, as she felt her orgasm about to explode any moment as soon as Drake's cock filled her tight cunt little cunt.

Harry manages to unbutton the last two of Joan's blouse and he engulfed its erect pink nipple and starts to nibble it as she arched her back, raising her breast in invitation. 

Joan felt a hand took hold of her right wrist and guides it to his cock and Joan took hold of the cock as it touches her hand. She gave it a couple of weak jerks every few seconds as she concentrates on the pleasure she's getting from both men.

It didn't take long after a few full stroke of Drake's cock and Harry's devouring of her sensitive nipples, Joan let out a moan that only indicates that she came as her body tenses from releasing her orgasm.

Drake felt her cunt muscles contract, squeezing his cock. He made a couple of thrust before he stays still. He waited for a fee seconds and pulled his cock out leaving a good inch left inside her. 

Harry looks down from Joan's breast and saw Drake's entire shaft glistening with her cunt juices and with streak of white stuff. "Look at that! You go girl." Harry commented.

Joan raises her head and took a glimpse of Drake's cock. She smiled and starts to giggle as she lowers her head back down, she never seen her cum in such a way especially on a cock. She covers her face with her left hand feeling embarrassed, while her right hand was still holding Harry's hard cock.

"You should let her see it up close there Drake, don't you think?" Harry said and winks at him.

Drake just grins and they trade places. Drake offered his cum soaked cock to Joan almost leaning on top of her face.

Joan stares at her husband's eyes before taking hold of it and starts licking it. She could taste its unusual sweetness and smells a little muskiness and sweetness mix. 

The two watches her lick and suck her own cum juices off Drake's cock for a few seconds before Harry spreads her legs once more, slid her skirt further, and then teases her by rubbing his huge cock all over her.

Joan felt a tingling sensation all over her lower body particularly in her cunt as she felt the thickness and length of Harry's cock on her inner thighs, her belly, her mound, and her cunt that made her leg move all over and even raise her knee up and out while she continue to lick her husbands cock.

Drake couldn't believe how excited and arouse he's getting. Although he watched her video and fuck before, it always seems different every time. Perhaps this time he's actually there and up close. He's not jealous at all with Harry enormous smooth black cock, he got an impressive size of his own, Harry's just a couple of inch longer and thicker but the contrast of its darkness against Joan's smooth white skin made it more exotic.

Drake saw Harry place its huge purplish head against Joan's opening that made its pussy lips part. He looks down at her sucking the tip of his cock; he straightens up, pulling his cock away from her. "Let's watch Harry's black cock fuck your little pussy," Drake suggested as he helps her raise her up body as he sat slightly slouched on the sofa couch under her.

Joan repositions her self in the most comfortable position she could manage as she rest her right rib cage on Drakes stomach and her back against his chest. Her face is almost in perfect position with Drake's cock sticking up at her.

Drake supported her head with his arm and so she could have a perfect view of her mound and he places his left hand on top of her left breast after brushing aside her open blouse, fondling and caressing it and made tracing circle motion around her erect nipple.

Harry pushes Joan's right leg further out while he guides his stiff cock into position. He starts to thrust in slowly, feeling the pressure on the tip of his cock and then gradually felt her cunt opening spreading and stretching tightly against its cock head.

Drake caresses Joan's cheek as he heard her gasp and then held her breath. He could see the stress on his wife's beautiful face as she looks down at her mound.

Although Joan wants to close her eyes and just concentrate on the onslaught of Harry cock, she decides to actually see and watch this huge black cock impale her for a change. She could actually feel her heart practically pounding her chest as she actually relate between what she feel and what she see as Harry's cock penetrate her. She held her breath as she felt her cunt opening stretch to its max and then let out a sigh of relief and a soft moan as its cock head slip inside her.

"How does it feel baby?" Drake asks.

Joan was breathing blowing her breath through her mouth, "Its so big my pussy's all stretched up," she answers as she looks up to her husband. She suddenly closes her eyes and arches her back, while she let out a moan as she felt Harry's cock slid in further inside her, filling every space and cavity of her cunt.

Drake watches Harry's cock slide inside his wife's cunt, little by little its length starts to disappear till only about 4 inches were left when he finally heard his wife release her breath once more. He stares at Joan's beautiful face as she licks her lips and told Harry, "Give it to her Harry, she could take it!"

Joan opens her eyes as she heard Drake's comment and perhaps to protest but all that came out of her mouth was a moan and a cry, "Mmmmmm, Aaaaaaahhhhhhh!" as she felt Harry's cock went much deeper than she could possibly take.

Harry pushes a little more till he could feel a pressure against his cock head and gave then gave it a little more till the pressure on his cock head was too much to bear for himself before he stops.

Drake's cock got harder as he saw Joan's beautiful facial reactions of pleasure and pain. He looks at what's left of Harry's cock, "Just another 3/4 to an inch, can you take it baby?"

Joan's was still concentrating on the pressure and slight pain on her cervix but manages to shake her head in response.

"Aw she can take it, she did it before" Harry commented as he leans further up on top of Joan.

"Nooo, it's too much!" Joan starts to protest.

"Just this once, baby. Just want to see it this close." Drake said as he tries to comfort Joan as much as he can manage.

Joan was about to say something but let out another moan of pain as Harry's pubic hair touches her own small thin patch of pubic hair, "Aaaaannnnnnggggghhh! That's it, that's it, stop please!" she said as a tear slid sown her temple.

Drake watches Harry grind its hips a couple of times against Joan's mound before he saw a portion of its cock's shaft.

Drake gave Joan a kiss on the lips and starts to nibble on its lower lips till she returns his kiss. 

Harry watches the two exchange kisses passionately. He waited for a few seconds before he said something, "See you could take it," he finally said.

The two broke their kiss then Harry and Drake looks at her, eager to hear her comment but only gave Harry a mean look.

Harry saw her eyes, "You took it all before right? I know you could take it" he said in defense.

Joan slowly shook her head, "Yeah, but it also hurts then" she said.

"But the point is you can take that huge thing!" Drake said playfully, hoping to make her cheer up which it did as he saw a twitch in the corner of her mouth.

Harry saw it too, "Yeah! Can you believe this whole thing inside this little tight pussy of yours?" he said as he made a circling motion with his cock half way inside her.

Joan shook her head and finally manages to give up a smile, "You guys are such an asshole. Do you know that?" she commented as she looks at both men.

"Well, asshole or not, it really made my cock so hard it wants your full attention now." Drake said as he gave his cock a quick couple of jerks before offering it to Joan.

"And I'm aching to fuck you tight cunt," Harry said as he reposition and ready himself on top of Joan.

Joan took hold of Drake's cock, "Just don't push too hard," she said to Harry before engulfing Harry cock and starts sucking it and let out a muffled moan as she felt Harry's cock starts to slide inside her cunt once more.

Harry slow fuck Joan's cunt, enjoying the tight feeling against his entire shaft as it slid in and out of her.

Drake watches Joan's pussy bulk up on its side as Harry's black cock slid in and out of her. He could tell how tight his wife's pussy from just the looks of it as its thin membrane of her cunt hole clings to Harry's shaft as it slid out. The scene right before him arouses him so much that his cock twitches even harder in Joan's mouth.

Joan felt her orgasm building up once more in spite of the abuse her cunt went through. She could feel Harry's cock head sliding and rubbing every inch of her cunt walls in long slow strokes that send pleasurable feeling through out her mound. As she sucks Drakes cock, she could tell that this time is quite different; she never felt his cock this hard. He seems to be a different person too as she listens to his whispers of how her cunt looks delightful with a huge cock and all. Its not that she didn't like it, in fact its turning her on as well, but it's just a little strange for her to listen to her husband in such a way.

It didn't take long when Harry felt Joan's cunt starts to spasm, squeezing his shaft much tighter. He looks and watches her suck Drake's cock, bobbing her head up and down its pole his hand tightly gripping its shaft as it slid up and down in rhythm with her head.

Drake starts to moan from the awesome blow job his wife was giving him. He starts to fondle Joan's breast and pinch its pink nipples as he felt his orgasm about to explode any time.

Harry picks up his rhythm a little faster, almost matching Joan's bobbing on Drake's cock till he heard him moan and at the same time watch Drake place his hand on top of Joan's head. Drake lifts his bottom shoving as much cock inside Joan's mouth. Joan continues to pump Drake's pole. He then felt Joan's cunt spasm, squeezing his shaft.

Joan did her best to suck off and swallow every drop of his cum. She want to let out a moan as she releases her own orgasm but she tries her best not to show any indication that she did so she concentrated on getting Drake off.

Harry just smiles as he watches Drake made a few thrust of his own in Joan's mouth before letting her head go. Joan did a final suck before withdrawing Drakes cock out of her mouth. "Looky here Drake! Your lovely wife came too."

Drake could see Joan's cum juice all over Harry's shaft just like his before but it's more quite obvious with its dark color.

Joan raises her head a little to look as well. She just covers her eyes after what she saw, probably from embarrassment, "Oh my gosssshhh" she said in a whisper before giggling.

Harry slid out between Joan's legs and stood up taking her left hand putting her in a sitting position and offered her his cum soaked cock.

Joan turns to look at her husband first and saw him smile then turns to take Harry's huge cock head in her mouth and starts to suck and lick it.

Drake still sitting beside her wife and watches her lick and suck her own cum off Harry's cock while he stroke his semi hard cock which didn't take long to get it to full hardness once more. He then took Joan's hand and places it on his stiff cock which she wraps her fingers around and starts to jerk it while she sucks Harry's.

Harry then suggests that Joan rides Drake while she sucks him, which she did. Drake let her do her thing watches his pole slid in his wife's cunt all the way as she practically sat on it.

Joan made grinding motion on Drakes cock before she starts to bounce up and down. She tried her best to fuck and suck both cocks at the same time which she thought take's great effort to do.

Harry notices her struggling a bit from her tasks but he could tell she's doing her best. "Just think of it. You got another cock to handle tomorrow" he reminded Joan.

Joan took a break in sucking Harry dick but continues to jerk it, "I think I can't handle another all at the same time" she said before resuming sucking its cock again.

"You'll do fine honey," Drake said from behind as he cupped her breast with both hands and starts to fondle them, "as long as you try it. The guys will do the rest. Is that right Harry?"

"That's right" he said, "You're doing fine anyway" he continued on and grins at her.

After a few minutes of watching Joan and the pressure on his cock, Drake felt like he's about to blow his second load. "Ahhh, shit! I'm going to cum again."

"Hold it! Let's switch" Harry said and coached Joan to get on all four on top of the couch and took his position from behind.

Drake stood in front of Joan's face and waited for Harry to get his cock in her. He watches Joan face from smiling to intense concentration then her mouth opens up a little as she gasp. When he saw Harry starts to get into the rhythm in fucking Joan, he offers his cock to her.

Joan opens her mouth and once again starts to suck her husband while Harry fucks her from behind and she thought this position is much better. She starts to moan from the onslaught of Harry's huge cock. She gave her husband a show as she let out some muffled moans as she sucks its cock and some facial reactions that she thought will make Drake more turn on which it seems to work as he starts to basically fuck her mouth.

Drake held Joan's face with both hands as he felt his load about to explode once more. He fucks her face as gentle as he can till he thrust one last time and his cum fluid starts shooting in her mouth.

Joan concentrated on sucking Drake's cock as it spills its load which she could manage to swallow since it's not as much as the first load. She continues to suck its head till it finally gets a little softy.

Harry saw Drake steps back and then sat on the sofa chair and then watches them. He pushed a little further that made Joan gasp and squeal. He knows Joan too well and knows how much she could take. He then pulls out of her and have her sit, pulling her bottom to its edge. He lifts her right leg as he penetrates her tight cunt once more.

Drake was so amazed on how much control Harry has since he hasn't come yet. The site of his beautiful wife, her petite white figure with Harry's black body almost on top of her was such a sight. Then the idea of taking video came to mind. Although he already has a video of Joan and Harry fucking, this will be the best opportunity to take some really close up shots. He run up to Josh's bedroom looking for the video cam, but couldn't find it, he forgot Josh's in the Bahamas and probably got the cam. He went to their bedroom and took his video cam; it's not as high tech as Josh's but it will do.

By the time Drake got back, Joan's laying on the floor and Harry on top of her fucking in a missionary position. He starts to shoot as he approaches the two.

Harry notices Drake has the video cam and gave it a grin and then reposition him self to give Drake a better shot of Joan under him.

"Here you go baby. You're the star!" Drake told Joan from behind the cam when he saw her look.

Joan's not really fond of having her sex act caught on video but she decides to play along and gave Drake a show giving her erotic moans and facial reactions.

Drake loves every scene he's filming and made sure he got shots of Joan in every view angle possible. He then went behind Harry and took a close up of its huge black cock penetrating Joan's smooth clean tight cunt.

Harry decides to give Drake a show as well and made Joan moan and squeal a few times by sliding his cock all the way out and then thrusting it back inside her in one stroke. Then after a few seconds he scoops Joan off the floor taking her with him as he stood up and accomplishing it with out sliding his cock out of her. He then repositions his hand on her buttocks and starts to lift her ass up and down.

Drake took a shoot from below as Harry fucks Joan in a standing position. Then went up to her face once more and he could see her biting her lower lip and once in a while will gave him a moan as she tilts her head back.




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Harry then sat down and had Joan stood up and turn around to face Drake and then coaches her to sit on his cock while he held it up for her. Another perfect shot of his cock and Joan's pussy for Drake to film. Joan is getting excited from all the fucking positions Harry had her on and watching Drake film her made it even better. She could feel her orgasm building up once more.

Harry could feel her cunt muscles tighten up much more and the way she bounces and its rhythm, he knew she will be getting off once more. He stops her from moving another inch and practically lifts her off his cock. He stood up and had her bend over on top of the arm rest of the couch, which is wide enough for her body. He then had her plant her left foot on the couch.

Joan knew the position from yesterday's affair from Robby and she knew what exactly Harry would do. She positions her self as comfortably as she can and waited for the moment.

Drake's eyes went big from the position Joan was in and see her smooth cunt in such a vulnerable position. He focuses on her slightly agape cunt hole as Harry's cock shows into view and its head starts to enter. He focuses out as its cock reaches its halfway point to catch Joan's facial reactions.

Joan moans and gasps a s Harry's cock impales her particularly when it starts to fuck her in different angles which found every cavity of her tight cunt.

Drake didn't miss a thing and all he could think of is "WOW!" as he films the two.

Joan finally let out the most arousing moan she ever experienced as her cum starts flowing out of her and clings all over Harry's dark meat.

Harry couldn't stand it much longer and pulls out of her and went directly to Joan's exhausted face.

Joan was still catching her breath as she rest her upper body face down on the arm rest when she felt Harry's wet cock touch her lips which automatically opens. She was caught with a little surprise as hot cum shot inside its mouth before she even closes it on its head.

Harry unloaded cum after cum of fluid into Joan's mouth filling it. She couldn't even catch up on it as it starts flowing out of her lips and to her chin.

Drake continues filming till Harry pulls out of Joan's mouth and he even caught her gagged a little.

Joan couldn't believe how much cum Harry has released and was quite relieved when he finally pulls out of her. She stood up and then without saying a word, straightens up and starts walking down the hall to the bathroom.

Drake turns off the cam and set it down. "That was fucking amazing!" he commented to Harry which he only grin in response.

"How in the hell you could hold up that long and still you're hard?"

Harry smiles, "Haven't you heard about" he was saying as he walks towards his clothes and then pulls out something out of its pocket, "this?" he finishes and then tosses the thing at Drake.

Drake took a look at it, "You take this stuff?" he asks referring to the pills in his hand.

After yesterday's affair with Joan and Tammy he thought he should take it just in case and he knew exactly when to take it for it to take effect. "Not all the time. It helps when you have to fuck everyday; it keeps your dick hard."

"Nahhh. You?" Drake said.

"Well, I got some action yesterday if you know what I mean," not mentioning its Joan and Tammy, "Just want to make sure I don't pass this up. You know how much I want to get to your wife's pants" Harry said and winks at Drake.

"You'll be taking it again tomorrow then?" Drake said.

Before Harry could answer, "Take what?" both men heard Joan asks as she shows up.

The two men look at each other. Drake casually lowers his hand with he pills.

"I was just telling Drake that I'll just take you again tomorrow" Harry said.

Joan looks at Harry with a questioning look and then to Drake, which she notices its cock is hard again.

"I asked Harry if he wants to stay for the night and you know...?" Drake said.

"But I got to get going. Got to save something for tomorrow" Harry said and winks at her.

Joan shook her head, "Thank God! If you guys put me through this again tonight, I don't know about tomorrow" She said.

"That's what I thought" Harry commented as he starts to dress up.

"You OK with that thing still poking out like that?" Joan asks giggling referring to Harry's cock.

Harry told the details for tomorrow, he'll have a limo service pick them up. Drake and Joan walked him to the front door avoiding to be seen from the outside since they're still naked.

Drake turns to Joan as soon as the door closes. "Want to watch a movie?"

Joan looks at Drake, "What for?"

"I still got this stiff and I might not get to have you tomorrow" Drake teasing Joan.

Joan punches him in the chest and took a hold of his cock, "Just don't over do it or I might just not go through it tomorrow."

The two watched the video Drake took as they made love in their bedroom. After coming once Drakes cock went limp right away. "I should take a pill tomorrow just in case" he told himself before drifting to sleep.

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Innocence Lost Ch. 14



In Which Dodie rediscovers Innocence; and Innocence acquires a new fame from past endeavours. 

Dodie had been away from Wonderground for so long on her travels which had taken her as far as her stamina and savings allowed her. She had seen so many different countries and districts, and had met so many different people. And frequently made love to them. She'd accumulated possessions and had them stolen. She'd lain for days in foreign hospitals and frequently been so intoxicated or drugged up that she'd lost all knowledge and recollection of normal time and space. But in all her wanderings, one of the moments she'd treasured most was the occasion when she had sex with Innocence on the glacier. Such a perfect location! And Innocence such a mistress of the art of sex! Dodie had come and come and come again - her cries of passion bouncing off the mountains and threatening to set off avalanches. In fact, so impressed was she by her moment of passion that before the last drop of Innocence's semen dripped out of her vagina, she went to a tattooist to have the name Innocence embellished on her left buttock.



So when she heard that Innocence was living in Wonderground, Dodie headed to the address she'd been given expecting to meet her and also Mouse, who she'd heard was Innocence's current lover (The lucky girl!). She rang the doorbell and stood nervously in the porch in a padded nylon jacket and huge trainers. Otherwise she wore nothing at all, except a paraphernalia of studs and rings piercing her body and skin at various points, and with a head which unlike her crotch or underarms was completely shaved bare. At last, the door opened and she saw a slightly startled Innocence who was dressed in only a silk dressing gown.

"Hi!" Dodie announced herself as self-confidently as possible. "I'm back home!"

Innocence looked at Dodie a little blearily. Although it was mid-afternoon, she'd clearly just been asleep, and finding it a little difficult to focus her eyes. Dodie was relieved to find that she remembered her after all these months. Perhaps our lovemaking had been as memorable for her as it was for me, Dodie hoped. 

"O hello, Dodie!" Innocence said with a warm and welcoming smile. "You better come in!"

Dodie's heart began beating uncontrollably as she followed the beautiful Innocence into the living room where she was introduced to Kedi and Chastity who were eating dinner and listening to a compact disc. Kedi was wearing nothing as usual and actually recognised Dodie from several years before. Chastity was wearing a very tight dress which fit as tight against her body as a dress could do, but was too short to cover her shaven vagina. Her hair was straight with a geometric cut and fell just short of her shoulders. 

"So, where've you been?" asked Kedi, whose English had clearly improved a great deal over the years. "Mouse told me that you were travelling the world."

"As much of the world as I could manage," admitted Dodie, aware that her travels had been with substantially less purpose and direction than even that description gave. She was carrying a heavy rucksack on her back and a plastic bag, and was pleased to divest herself of these and leave them in the hallway. She was surprised by the relative luxury of the girls' home. She imagined that it would be much the same as the homes she used to live in, with overflowing ashtrays, scattered empty wine bottles and clothes scattered about. Here was somewhat considerable comfort, with tasteful fittings and sumptuous thick pile carpets and new simple and commodious furniture. There were stereos, computers, videos, microwaves and everything. This was clearly not a place of poverty. She felt a little nervous as she took off her padded jacket, under which she was wearing a sleeveless singlet that barely pretended to hide her tiny little breasts. The house didn't have the smell she'd become so accustomed to: of unflushed toilets, unscrubbed beer-stained linoleum and hashish-stained wallpaper.

However, her feeling of feeling an inferior outsider diminished as she began recounting her exploits across the continents, the people she'd met, the cultures she'd observed and her more amusing adventures. "It's a real fucking weird world out there!" she exclaimed, scratching the long hairs of her crotch. "It's all fucking weird shit, the lot of it." She then produced a half pound of best hashish, from which she crumbled a few grains into cigarette papers and disinterred cigarettes, and with this stimulus and several bottles of wine, the conversation continued for several more hours and Dodie didn't find herself exhausting her supply of anecdotes or opinions.

She discussed her sexual encounters with shepherds in the distant mountains of the equator and their curious predilection for making love to sheep, which took on almost a religious significance. She discussed the unsavoury political character of dictatorships that severely limited freedom of speech, despite appearing so liberal in other respects - particularly with regard to sex and drugs. She talked about the way she suffered sexual and racial taunts, and the more frequent times when her appearance had clashed with the attitudes of authority. She talked of the drugs she'd taken. The sex she'd had. The times she'd been beaten, had stuff stolen, intimately searched by border patrols, been sick. The religions, ideologies and wars she'd found out about. The so many ways she felt her horizons had been uneradicably altered by her experiences. "I wouldn't have had one slightest change to all that's happened to me!" she boasted, knowing this to be quite different to what she felt on innumerable occasions.

It was inevitable that Dodie and Innocence should end up fucking, which they started doing before Kedi or Chastity had retired to their own beds. The lovemaking was all that Dodie remembered and more. And in the midst of it Dodie confessed the strength of her affection for Innocence, how she never wanted to be parted from her, how she thought about her every day, how she had been so impressed as to get a tattoo to celebrate her love. She held Innocence close to her body - she didn't want an inch of space between them - and cried unaccustomed tears of joy at the thought of staying with her and making love with her again and again.

Innocence was clearly both flattered and a little put out by Dodie's protestations of love, but she appeared to have no objection to having Dodie share her bed for the conceivable future. She clearly enjoyed Dodie's devotion to her penis which she would hold and put again and again into her mouth or vagina, to stimulate it when it was not aroused and to satisfy it when it was. Dodie had the feeling that Innocence was carrying the weight of some unhappiness around with her, but she wasn't at all sure why.

At first she thought it was to do with Mouse's departure to follow her career, but she came to realise that their love had never been particularly exclusive. She wondered if the departure of Null, who had provided the means for the girls' luxury, might be the cause. But that didn't seem to be the full reason for her sadness, either. There was clearly something that Innocence wanted in life which just living with her sister and her sister's lover in comfort and relative luxury didn't fully satisfy. Dodie hoped that her arrival as Innocence's new lover might in some way bring more joy into Innocence's life, but that somehow didn't seem the whole solution.

Dodie's stated opinions for Innocence's dissatisfaction narrowed on her ambiguous status as a woman with a penis - and how her sexual identity was compromised and its socio-political and socio-economic significances thereof. She argued long and hard that what Innocence manifested was the unease of sexuality in a tightly sexual stereotyped society. Dodie's inner feelings, however, were that these stated reasons reflected more her own character and attitudes and probably not a great deal of Innocence's.

Innocence was quite excited when the film Forbidden Love, - as was entitled the film she'd been filmed in while she'd been living in Brook, - was finally released, and she was able to go with Dodie to see it in the cinema. It seemed to her that almost all the film footage that had been taken of her and certainly all her modest dialogue had been included in the final cut, and she appeared more prominently in the film cast listing than she'd expected. Indeed, a picture of her was even included in the poster, with her penis fully erect, which it had never been in the filming. Dodie was pleased for her lover, who seemed much more excited by her modest film success than she'd ever expected.

Innocence was even more thrilled when she got a phone call from a small circulation magazine, Fuck Films Today, asking to interview her to which she unhesitatingly agreed. The whole idea of fame clearly gave her considerable satisfaction, even though it was a magazine Dodie had never heard of, and neither had the other girls. Dodie bought a copy for Innocence to read, which was more difficult than she'd anticipated as most newsagents hadn't heard of the magazine either. It was a rather cheaply produced magazine on not particularly good quality paper, and featured long articles about obscure fuck films, with pictures of the stars. However, this didn't trouble Innocence who eagerly looked for photographs of the unlikely named Nancy Titbits, who was the woman who had phoned her up and was going to interview her. 

Nancy looked just like her photographs when she appeared at Innocence's flat with Paul, the photographer, and all their recording and film equipment. She had short cropped hair, was almost painfully thin with a tiny nose in a round face, wearing a baggy tee-shirt emblazoned with the magazine's name and a very brief pair of shorts. The photographer wore very baggy and bedraggled trousers and jumper, and long hair that fell over his face and didn't appear to have been washed for several days.

"Where shall we conduct the interview?" Nancy wondered as they were let in, clearly impressed by the luxury of the flat. Innocence was dressed in a long sleeveless silk dress with a split in the side which travelled from her ankles to very nearly her armpit and under which she wore nothing else at all. 

"Anywhere you like!" Innocence answered. "As long as Dodie can watch."

"Of course she can!" Nancy said, settling for the girls' living room. "I take it she's your lover!"

"You could say that," smiled Dodie who was dressed for the occasion in just her singlet and wore a back-to-front baseball cap over her shaved head.

While Paul was setting up the equipment, Nancy explained what the interview would involve. Most of it would consist of a question and answer session, which would comprise the text of the interview. Then Innocence and Dodie would be filmed together, either posing or, preferably, also having sex. Finally, it would be desirable if Innocence could have sex with her, so that she could legitimately include comments in the article of Innocence's sexual skills. This would also be photgraphed, to provide evidence of the truth of Nancy's assertions. "It's expected by our readers that the interviewers should make love with the interviewees. For many of them it is the main reason they read our magazine."

Dodie and Innocence had read Fuck Films Today with enough attention to be aware of this requirement. Most of the photographs of Nancy in the magazine had featured her being fucked by a male porn star who had a minor role in films where his substantial bulk was desirable. His penis was of quite normal dimensions, but Nancy had done her best to suggest that it gave considerable satisfaction.

Nancy settled down on a sofa next to Innocence and turned on her cassette recorder. She started asking questions while Paul fussed around taking photographs of the two from several different positions. The questions she asked were appropriate for an unknown fuck film star, about whom nothing previously was known. These were to do with her childhood, why she'd chosen a career in fuck cinema and where she thought her career would take her. She asked very many more questions about her penis: whether it was genuine, if she'd had it all her life, what shortcomings and advantages there were to being a beautiful woman so unusually blessed, and what her sexual preferences and predilections were. At this point, Innocence was asked by Paul to show her limp penis to the camera for him to photograph, which she did by pushing her skirt to one side over her wide-spread legs.

In all this questioning, Dodie noticed, Innocence answered fully and without too much embarrassment, being clearly delighted in her relative importance as the subject of the interview. It seemed to Dodie that Innocence was happier and more relaxed than she'd ever seen her before. Stardom and fame undoubtedly suited her. Dodie had never been filmed having sex before - and neither, she discovered, had Innocence - but it wasn't without enthusiasm that the two divested themselves of clothes when the question and answer session was completed and after posing for a few moments for a few photographs started making love together.

Dodie reflected as Innocence's erect penis entered her bejewelled vagina that after having had sex so publicly without a camera recording what they were doing, there really was no difference now - but Innocence appeared to have a better feel of what was expected of them by positioning her genitals as prominently as possible. It seemed to Dodie that her lover was actually enjoying the sex rather more in that it was being recorded for posterity than she did normally. Her gasps of ecstasy were notably more frighteningly full-throated than usual. And when Dodie was sensing through the repeated series of orgasms that were racking her slender body that Innocence was just about to ejaculate, she untypically withdrew her penis from inside her, pushed Dodie slightly off her and ejaculated her prodigious semen over Dodie's tiny breasts and onto her face. 

Dodie licked the semen from off her face, looking at her lover who was sitting astride her with a hand on her erect penis squeezing out the last drops of semen that spurted beyond her and onto the already slightly stained upholstery. Her eyes were squeezed close in inexpressible ecstasy and her full large-nippled breasts were heaving with her chest as her body shuddered with joy. Her other hand held Dodie down beneath her, gently massaging one of Dodie's prominent nipples.

The next thing Dodie knew she was redundant as Innocence and the now naked Nancy, whose breasts were nearly as small as Dodie's, had replaced her and the two were fucking together with incredible, almost theatrical, abandon. Dodie felt jealous of the pair's lovemaking - a feeling she'd had whenever she watched Innocence with Kedi or her sister - despite her knowledge that in the same situation she'd behave in exactly the same way. She felt particularly frustrated in the knowledge that her episode of filmed sex was over, and that Innocence wouldn't appreciate it at all if her interviewer confused her lovemaking with the fresh young film star with that with her lover. Nancy and Innocence continued making love for quite a while, involving all orifices - including Innocence's own anus which Nancy entered with a dildo she had handed to her and strapped on by Paul. 

The photographer continued snapping away. He paused during the more prolonged sessions of continued passion, and then switched into action whenever the two altered their routine to enter a new position or when a new orifice was explored. He was clearly quite excited by the action himself, as Dodie could see by focusing her eyes on the swelling in Paul's trousers, but made no attempt to contribute to the action himself.

Eventually, after Innocence had released copious amounts of semen over Nancy's breasts, buttocks and face, the two collapsed in an exhausted, wasted state on the carpet with Nancy reflectively stroking Innocence's now flaccid penis. Paul continued to snap pictures, and included amongst them those of still damp and unmistakable stains on the carpet and elsewhere.

"I think that will be quite sufficient!" announced a flushed Nancy, standing up and slipping on her tee-shirt. She was clearly quite flustered because she initially pulled it over her back-to-front with the logo of an erect penis and the slogan Films to Fuck to at the front rather than at the back. She squeezed her slender hips into her shorts with some difficulty and then kissed Innocence with some passion on the lips.

The interviewers left in a state of some disarray, but gave precise details of how many pages the interview would occupy - which was about ten including a centre-fold and several full-page pictures - and the date of the edition in which the interview would appear.

"It'll be front-page material!" Nancy promised. "We'll give you good copy - you don't have to worry. Fuck Films Today will do its best to promote your career." 

These kind words gave Innocence quite obvious satisfaction, which she expressed more greatly in the passionate lovemaking she and Dodie indulged in not long after the interviewers had gone.

To Be Continued...



Innocence Lost Ch. 14



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Friday night finally came for husband and wife, Drake (40) and Joan (38), to go through Harry's (39) plan for Joan's first supposedly foursome, together with Big Dan (48), black-male, Tony (30) black-male and his partner, Amy (21) a Eurasian female, half German and half Filipina.

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Joan and Drake heard a car pull up their driveway, "Here we go, I bet you that's our ride," Drake said as he walks towards the window.

Joan straightens up and took her purse from the table, "Are you sure about this?" she asked.

Drake looked at her, "Are you changing your mind?"

Joan shook her head, "No, no. Just nervous, I know how much you wanted this..."

"Only if you want it too," Drake cut her off, "You know I won't force you to do anything you don't want."

Joan looked at her husband for a few seconds before she responded, "Ok, but you owe me big time for this."

"Aw come on, you might enjoy it too and you'll owe me," Drake said jokingly.

Joan playfully smacks Drake on the chest, "You think?"

"I'm hoping you will," Drake said and winks at her.

"Don't worry, I'll try!" Joan said as she rolls her eyes.

Drake laughed and heard the doorbell just as he's about to reach for the door knob. He took another look at his wife, "You really look beautiful," he said as he opened the door.

"Good evening Mr. Langly," the chauffer greeted Drake then looks at Joan, "Good evening Mrs. Langly."

Drake looks at Joan and then to the chauffer, "Good evening. You look familiar," he told the chauffer.

"Yeah, he does," Joan commented as well.

The chauffer took his hat off, "Yes ma'am, Josh's classmate, been in and out of your place a few times before."

Joan eyed the young man in front of them, "Yeah, I remember. Is it Eric, Daryl?" 

"Close, its Derek, ma'am." the young man said as he led Drake and Joan to the limo.

"Didn't take any vacation after graduation, Derek?" Drake asked.

"No sir, taking part time jobs to earn some money for college tuition," Derek said as he opens the car door.

"I wish Josh thinks the same way as you do," Drake said as he let Joan in the limo first. "And cut that 'sir' thing. You're making me old, call me Drake," he continued as he gets in the limo.

A couple of minutes later, they're on their way. Derek left the partition window down so he and Drake could talk, which they did. Drake found out that Derek will be going at a local city college since that's all his family could afford. "Josh's pretty lucky to attend a university," Derek commented. Drake also found out that Derek regularly drives for Harry too when he's not at school.

Joan just sat there listening to their conversation and couldn't believe how much Derek knows about Harry. She got a gut feeling that Derek has an idea of what they're up to this evening but she just kept it for herself. She then remembers Josh telling her about one or two of his friends at school got hots for her and actually teased Josh if they could fuck her and she believe one of them is Derek, if she's not mistaken. "Oh God please, I hope I'm wrong," she said to herself.

What Joan doesn't know is that she's absolutely right. Derek's thoughts were running in full throttle while he drives and conversing with Drake. He still couldn't believe that his friend's parents actually knew Harry. He's been driving for Harry for quite sometime now and every time he does, it's always been a wild sex filled night in some way.

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Drake and Joan were escorted through the crowded club and up the steps to a private party suite. A few couples greeted them as they entered the room and they returned their cheerful greetings. Drake scanned the room and Joan did the same. The party is surely going on as they see men and women laughing and seems to be having a good time. Although the party guests were mostly black, which they expected, they also notice white men and women.

Drake also spotted few Asian women, although he worked and met with Asian women before, these girls were completely different in some way, they were gorgeously fine. One particular girl caught his eye, standing by the sliding door which leads to the balcony he assumed and talking to two white women. She's quite different from other Asian women in the room, she's a bit taller and has whiter complexion. If not from her eyes and brown hair, he wouldn't know she's Asian, or at least has Asian ancestry.

Joan spotted Harry approaching and she gently elbowed Drake on its side to get his attention.

"I was getting worried that you guys might not show up," Harry said as he shook Drake's hand and then gave Joan a gentle kiss on the cheek.

"Why worry, it looks like a great party even if we don't show up," Drake commented.

"Are you kidding? Did you forget who the present is for the celebrant?" Harry said as he looks at Joan.

Joan couldn't understand but she felt her cheeks turn red and lowered her head trying to hide it.

Drake saw Joan blush, "Well, we're here. I believe its time to meet and greet our celebrant," he commented.

"Let's go, he's dying to meet you guys."

"Us or her," Drake jokingly replied. He saw Joan gave her the look, "What?" he asked and smiled.

Joan couldn't say a thing but shook her head in response.

They followed Harry up the stairs to a landing that overlooks the room below. Joan noticed two black girls and one white girl sitting on the couch and talking to four black men. The men are all dressed nicely and by their looks could be just around Harry's age except for one with a bald head who's sitting in a sofa chair, probably in his late forties.

The man in his late forties stood up as they approached him and Harry introduced him as "Big Dan".

Dan asked the three girls and three men with him to leave. The three men gave Joan a lustful look as they pass her and the three girls gave Big Dan a kiss on the cheek before they left.

"Ahhhhh finally, the lovely Joan," Dan said as he took Joan by the hand and kissed it then shook Drake's hand. "Take a seat and let's get acquainted."

Joan was right of Dan's age; he's celebrating his 48th birthday. He's a good looking black man.

Harry, Drake, Dan and Joan talked for a few minutes as they drink their cocktails, champagne and what ever the waiter brings up. Joan already had two glasses by the time Harry asked Drake to chat by the railing and check out the ladies on the floor.

Drake looked at Joan and saw her nod. He followed Harry to the railing of the landing about 12 feet away from where Dan and Joan where.

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"So who's the lucky girl," Harry said as he swept his hand with the glass of drink around and then took a sip.

Drake looked around the floor below scanning and prospecting every lady in the room. "How old are these girls? Are you sure anyone will go for it?" 

Harry gave him a grin, "I haven't told you everything about this group, did I?" He saw Drake shook his head while still scanning the room and then gave Drake the rundown.

Drake finally understood most of what Harry told him, "Swingers" he told himself. But the thing is, most guys he see were around his age or older and most girls were probably in their early twenties and some were quite obvious could be his daughter's age, "They can't be married?" he whispered.

"What's that?" Harry asked, barely heard what Drake said.

Drake looked at Harry, "Some of these girls are too young to be married."

"Who said they're all married?"

"I thought everyone here are couples?"

"Right, but it doesn't mean they are married. Wives, girlfriends, mistresses, blind dates, what ever, as long as they have partners except for the celebrant and the host."

"So you fucked all these girls?" Drake asked.

Harry just laughed, "No, maybe one third of all the ladies in the room," he looks at Drake, "Some I haven't meet yet but they know what they're in for when they come."

"So just like that, I pick one?"

"And who ever her partner is goes with us."

Drake found the girl he was looking for, "How about her?" pointing with his glass.

Harry tried to pin point where and who Drake is pointing to. He then heard Drake mention an Asian looking girl with a black man beside her and talking to another black couple by the draped curtain.

"Oh, that's Amy."

"Have you fucked her?"

Harry shook his head, "No, but I would like to when I get the chance." He pointed to another Asian girl just below them, "But I did that one."

Drake looked down and saw a beautiful short haired Asian girl, "She's pretty too."

"She used to have a tight cunt as Joan's but she fucked so much of these brothers here that she's all worn out, you know what I mean?" He paused, then, "Tony met Amy just a month ago and told me that he finally screwed her just last week. I believe Dan got the chance the other day if I heard him right."

"I like her." Drake said.

Harry left and talked to the waiter that just brought another round of drinks. Drake watched the waiter approach Amy and whispered to her. He then saw her excusing herself from the couple and the black man beside her before turning around and looking for someone.

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Dan was staring at Joan and couldn't help the excitement building inside him. Harry told him about her but he saw and felt much more of her, she got this aura that makes every man want her, to fuck her. "Now I know why Harry talked so much about you."

"Nothing embarrassing I hope?" Joan replied.

"Well, all I could say is, from all the years I knew Harry and the girls or ladies he introduced, you're the most precious of them all. I got to hand it up to Harry that he kept you from us."

Joan doesn't know what to say or how to respond, so she just kept sipping her drink.

"One thing for sure, I can't wait to have my present," Dan said and chuckled.

Joan was blushing once more and feeling uneasy when he felt a hand on her shoulder and heard Harry's voice behind her.

"Drake chose Amy," Harry said.

"Ahhhhh, Tony's new girl," Dan said.

Joan saw a black man and a girl with distinctive Asian feature appeared from the top of the stairs.

Harry introduced Amy first then Tony, then introduced Joan and then Drake. They all sat and had another round of drinks and began to knowing each other.

Joan felt more comfortable now since there's another girl in the group, "She looked very young," she thought but found out she's 21 and Tony is a bit younger than she thought, he's 30.

Drake was really fascinated with Amy's feature and found out that she's half Asian. Her mother is from the Philippines and her father is from Germany. Now he knows where she got her height, brown hair and blue eyes. She was born in Germany but grew up in California, city of Los Angeles. He was really attracted to her and kept staring at her and reminds him of those exotic models in one of those import car shows and magazines, which Joan noticed and felt a little jealous.

A couple of hours later, they finally decided to head over Dan's place. They all rode the limo with Derek driving and needs no directions at all, he seems to know where to go.

Joan is sitting between Dan and Tony while Amy sat between Drake and Harry and they're all just talking particularly Drake, practically interrogating Amy with personal questions which she didn't mind at all. Dan was doing the same with Joan and she gets a lot of compliment from him, "You really look young for your age and with two grown up kids," is one of them. She blushed once more when Harry followed on with Dan's comments with, "You'd be surprised when you see her naked," and Dan chuckled at that too, then gave Joan's exposed legs a look before caressing its knee, "Her legs looks really great for starters," and then more chuckle.

They continued to talk, tease, and sweet talk the girls till Derek pulls into a drive way of a fairly large house with modern architecture design and a lot of glass panes. He opens the limo door for his passengers to get off.

Harry got off first and stood aside for the rest to get off. Joan and Drake totally forgot who Derek were and didn't mind him at all. Harry led them towards the front door while Dan talks to Derek.

"Well young fella, you know the routine," Dan said and gave him a key. "Help yourself in the kitchen or whatever. Harry will call you when your service is needed but it should be after a few hours," he chuckled and gave Derek a nudge on the shoulder as he chuckled and winks at him before turning around and into his house.

Joan was in awe as she entered the house. The outside was impressive but the inside was unbelievably spacious and professionally decorated from the looks of it.

Drake was impressed too. He noticed the two stairs on both ends of the center room to the second floor or is it third; it's really deceiving how the floor levels were, looking from below. In the center of the room are comfortable leather sofas, chairs and benches in the middle was a table of some sort. He couldn't really tell what it is; it's bigger, wider and a little bit taller for a coffee table and it looks heavy and sturdy.

"Well, lets get comfy," Dan said then asked Amy, "You may want to show Joan where to freshen up if she wants to."

Amy looked at Joan and she saw her nod in response. "Come on," she said and smiled at her.

Drake followed the two with his eyes and when he returned his sight back at the center of the room, he saw Tony and Dan lift the top of the table and flips it gently over. He walked towards it as Dan reached under it and did something. The table doesn't look like it anymore but more than a small bed. Its top is comfy and covered with soft velvety fabric. Its height were almost leveled with his mid thighs and wide enough for two persons but a lot longer than a coffee table, a little longer than an average height person, probably even taller than Joan's 5' 3", lengthwise from the looks of it.

Dan tapped the makeshift bed, "Like it?" he asked Drake, "Custom made just for it," he finished and chuckled.

Drake knew exactly what it is used for.

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Amy opens up a drawer and retrieved two boxed toothbrushes and offered Joan the other, "Want to use one? There's lotions, mouthwash, scent sprays on that closet too. Check it out."

Joan took the toothbrush and opens up the closet Amy pointed to, "You seem to know where everything's at."

"I was here two days ago," Amy said. Joan looks at her, "Tony talked me into...you know with Dan," she continued.

"A birthday gift I assume?"

"Sort of I guess and for his generosity too," Amy replied. She saw the questioning look on Joan's face. "Well, I was in need of money. Tony helped me but it's not enough. Dan gave me the rest through Tony's help. He's a good man, he didn't ask for anything, I don't owe him anything, it's a gift but Tony talked me into showing how grateful I am. It was really a very generous thing he did for me so I agreed," Amy finished.

Joan wanted to ask the reason but decided not to pursue it, it's too personal perhaps and she would have told it already if she wanted to.

Then Amy asked her, "So how long have you been swinging?"

"Swinging?" Joan questioned.

"You know, having sex with other couples with your husband."

Joan blushed, "Uhhh, we haven't really and it's been with Harry only," she lied, "and it's something to do with returning a favor too, sort of."

"So your husband's having a kickoff with it, huh?"

"No sense of keeping it a secret from you. Yeah, he does. He seems to be turned on watching me get fucked by others." Joan said.

"Do you like it?" Amy asked as she began to brush her teeth.

"What?" Joan asked.

Although muffled with the toothbrush in her mouth, Joan understood what Amy said, "Black dicks?"

Joan didn't answer, she don't know what answer to give her.

Amy spit, gurgled and spit before she turns to Joan and said, "I love it as long as it's gently done."

"I know what you mean," Joan unconsciously responded.

The two looked at each other and then giggled and laughed.

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Drake already chose a spot where he will be watching with Amy and sitting on it comfortably when Joan and Amy showed up in lingerie attires. He was in trance as he looked at Amy in her two piece lingerie with a see through over wear. He could see every curve and shape of her entire body and admires her exotic beautiful face.

Joan's standing next to Amy, in one piece very short lingerie with string straps tied by her shoulders. It's not as revealing as Amy's but her lovely legs is enough to make any man drool. Drake noticed the shoes she's wearing which made her taller. Even with the shoes, Amy still stood taller than Joan.

"It's about time you girls show up, I thought you lovely ladies snuck out and left us hanging here," Dan jokingly said and then chuckled.

Harry closest to Joan took her hand and led her toward the center of the room while Amy went towards Drake and sat next to him.

Dan caressed Joan's smooth arm with his hand and felt her nervousness, "You are such a fine lady, Joan. It's really an honor and pleasing to have such beauty in our presence," he whispered.

Dan was so close to Joan's cheek and felt his breath against her ears and neck that made her shiver. She then suddenly felt his arms around her and then his lips against her neck.

Joan tried to relax and moved her head aside giving Dan much more skin to kiss. She then felt another hand on her back and to her breast, then another on both her thighs.

Tony was kneeling behind Joan and started to caress her thigh. He slid his dark skinned hands slowly up and down her smooth soft white thighs as Harry stood besides her caressing her breast through the thin smooth fabric of its lingerie.

Waves of electrifying feeling shot through her body from every part of her body where hands were positioned. She noticed Harry next to her as she moved her head as Dan kisses move from one side to the other. She knew Tony's hands were caressing her thighs. She gasps as she felt its hands slid further up her thighs and followed by soft kisses.

"You should see and taste her cunt," Harry whispered to Dan.

And with that said, Dan took Joan by the waist and backs her towards the table bed and slightly lifts her and have her lay on it. He then slid his lingerie up her waist and practically tore the thin panties she's wearing (which is also designed for) and toss it aside.

"Sweeet mother," Dan exclaimed as he saw the now exposed mound of Joan. 

"That's all natural, if you could believe it," Harry commented on Joan's smooth clean cunt with a thin patch of pubic black hair just above its slit.

Although Tony prefers Asian women because of their exotic look, shyness, well till they got a taste of black meat anyway, and of course their tight little pussy, particularly Amy who closely resembles his favorite porn star, "Charmane Star", only with lighter brown hair and much lighter skin tone, he's really impressed with Joan's features, particularly her mound and got this unexplainable aura about her that pushes his likings of her. "Damn girl," he commented as he took a better peek between her legs.




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Joan with her legs hanging at the edge of the table and partly agape was getting conscious with the comments of the three black men gathered by her legs. Her hands went up to her face to hide the warmth on her cheeks that she felt perhaps from embarrassment particularly when she heard Dan, "Boys, its time to make our lady cum like she never come before," and then felt hands on her knees pushing them apart. She spread them and raises them aside and planted her feet with its high heeled shoes by the edge of the table the best she can.

Dan pushed her knees apart effortlessly and planted a kiss on her inner thigh as soon as she spread them apart. His lips slid up and down alternating between her smooth soft white thighs. He could actually smell the pleasant aroma of her cunt as he drew closer and closer to her mound.

Harry and Tony positioned themselves by Joan's head and each pulled the string strap of the lingerie on Joan's shoulders and slid it down her front exposing her breasts. They smiled as soon as her breasts with its erect pink nipples came to view.

Joan let out a soft moan as she felt Dan's kisses got closer and closer to her mound and felt the coolness of the air on her nipples as they got exposed.

Harry starts to rub her breast as he leans down to kiss her on the lips while Tony did the same with the other giving it a gentle massage feeling its hardness before lowering its lips on her pink nipple.

Joan returned Harry's kiss and tries to ignore the pleasure she felt on her nipple as Tony suck and nibbles it at the same time Harry's hand squeezes the other and pinching its nipple till he broke the kiss and went straight to her nipple. She gasped and let out a much louder moan as Dan reached her slit with his tongue.

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Drake watched as the three black men devour his beautiful petite wife. He watched her body language and clearly sees her facial reactions when Dan spread her thighs aside and buried its face on Joan's mound while Harry and Tony sucked and squeezed her nipples and breasts. 

Amy watched the foursome as she sit beside Drake. Although she hasn't had sex with three men yet, she knew what Joan could possibly going through and she's getting excited as well. She placed a hand on Drakes crotch and felt the bulge straining against his pants and starts to rub it through it and could trace and imagine how big his cock is.

"What turns you on seeing your wife have sex with others?" Amy asked.

Drake turns to her, "I like to see her get excited. See the pleasure from her face and how her body reacts to those pleasures," he said and turns his attention back to the table and saw Joan's one hand on Tony's head and the other on Harry's crotch, fondling its cock through his pants.

Amy took a quick glance at the table before he starts to unbuckle and unzip Drake's pants. She was pleased with his cock as it sprang out from its confinement and saw the size of it, it's the same size as Tony's only it's a little ticker in girth and its white. She took hold of its shaft and started to stroke it. She smiled as she heard Drake's moan and comment, "Yeah, that feels good," he said softly.

Drake looked at Amy and was quite taken aback with Amy's beautiful smile and watched her lower her head to his cock and as if in slow motion watched her lips part and his cock slid inside her mouth. He let out another moan as she began to suck its head and her hand slowly sliding up and down its shaft.

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Joan slowly rubbed and fondled Harry's cock through his pants while she took in all the pleasure she's experiencing from different parts of her body all at the same time. She never felt so much pleasure from both her sensitive nipples at one time and not to mention the tongue on her clit and finger or two sliding in and out of her now wet soaked pussy. 

Harry's finger tips took over in pleasuring Joan's nipple as his lips slip off it and began to kiss her towards to her neck, to her cheeks and to her mouth once more. He felt the heavy breathing on her mouth as they made contact and felt her squeeze his stiff cock much harder through the front of his pants.

Few minutes later, Dan felt Joan's hips starts to move much frequent now in response to his tongue and fingers on her pussy. He looks up and saw her chest rise as she arched her back.

As Harry continues to pinch Joan's nipple he broke their kiss as he looks down at Dan, and watched her hips rise up against Dan's face.

Tony raised his head from sucking Joan's other nipple as he heard her gasp and moan.

"Ahhhh. Oh my gosh. I'm coming," Joan said in a soft moan that Tony and Harry could barely hear.

Dan shoved his two dark fingers in Joan's cunt as far as it could go and starts to rub its cunt wall and at the same time concentrated on nibbling and sucking its clit much harder till he felt a gush of fluid against his fingers. He slid them out and then practically enclosed her entire slit with his mouth and his tongue all over its opening till he felt her cum squirt against his tongue. He licked and sucked, slobbering all over her mound as he taste and smells Joan's unusual sweetness and aroma of her juices.

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Drake looked toward the sound of his wife's familiar moans and saw Dan supporting her bottom with his head practically making grinding motion between her spread thighs. He could clearly see Joan's face in pleasure as her body jerked a few times before her body went limp and her hands covers her face.

Drake heard Dan as he straightens up and wiped Joan's cum off his mouth, "Fuck! That is one tasty cum!"

"Am I exaggerating now?" Harry asked Dan as he smiled down at Joan.

"Holy shit man," is all Dan could say in response.

Amy straighten up and but continued to gently stroke Drake's cock. She looked at Joan and could tell she's giggling even with its hands covering its face.

Harry pulls Joan's hands off from her face and saw the faint redness on her face, "How was it?"

Joan blew out a breath, slid her hands down her mound and closed her thighs, "That's something," is all she said.

"I would like to get a taste of that," Tony commented as he moved around the table to where Dan is standing grabbing a cloth from the couch on his way.

Dan stepped aside and went around the other way and unbuckling his belt.

Harry took Tony's spot and began to undress as well.

Drake watched Harry and Dan stripped completely by Joan's head. Drake was focused on Dan's cock at it sprang freely, eager to see what his wife is in for aside from Harry's. He only grinned as he saw it and couldn't wait to see it impale Joan's tight cunt.

Amy watched also as she stroked and squeezed Drakes cock but she's more interested with Harry since she haven't seen it yet. She licked her lips and thought of Joan's predicament with Harry, Dan and Tony's cock sizes.

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Joan followed Dan with her eyes as he walked around the table and she was waiting eagerly for Dan to get his pants down practically next to her head. She almost gasped when she had a view of Dan's hard cock; it's as big as Harry's but Dan's cock looked rough compared to Harry's perhaps from the veins lining its entire shaft. She was about to grab hold of it when she felt hands on her thighs once more. She raised her head and spread her thighs apart as Tony went into position between them.

Tony wiped off the glistening cum and fluids on Joan's mound with the cloth.

Joan moaned a little as she felt the soft cloth against her still sensitive cunt and then anticipated the inevitable when she saw Tony lowered his head between her legs. She closed her eyes and as she tilted back her head and moaned as she felt Tony's tongue slid up her slit and to her clit. She spread her legs even wider as she felt Tony's fingers spread her cunt opening apart.

Harry stroked his cock a few times before rubbing it all over Joan's breast.

Dan gave his cock a few jerks before rubbing it on Joan's face.

Joan opened her eyes and had a view of Dan's mean black cock at close-up. Her hand went up and took hold of its shaft which she couldn't wrap her hand completely around its girth. She could feel its hard veins straining through its skin all over its shaft, and felt like ripples on her palm when it slid up and down its length as she gave it a few stroke.

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Drake watched in excitement as Joan stroked Dan's huge black cock. She turned her head to Harry as if Harry's saying something but he couldn't hear it. Then he saw her hand slid up between Harry's thighs and to his ball sack. He saw her head rise up after a few seconds while she held Dan's cock in one hand and Harry's balls in the other.

Joan's feet came off the table as she raised her knees further aside as she felt Tony's lips close in on her still over sensitive clit.

Amy was sucking Drake cock once more with her tops off by this time and Drake was fondling them as she sucked him. She felt his cock twitch in her mouth after she heard Joan's moans. She took a glimpse with out stopping from sucking Drake's cock and was so turned on from the scene she saw on the table.

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Harry fondled Joan's breast and Dan did the same with the other as she laid her head back down.

Dan moved his hips into position as Joan turned her head towards him and made a move of intent to suck his cock. He placed his other hand on her head and eases his hips towards her face.

Joan guided Dan's cock head to her mouth and gave it a few licks before engulfing it with her mouth.

Dan let out a moan as he felt Joan's lips tightly against the shaft just under its head. He let her suck it for a few seconds before he made a few thrust of his hips.

Although Joan's having trouble in sucking Dan's cock, she let it slide in her mouth an inch or two stopping it to go any further by gripping its cock hard by its hilt. She slid her other hand from Harry's ball sack to its shaft and attempted to stroke it while she suck Dan.

Harry just stood there and let Joan do her thing and watched her struggle at first but found her rhythm after a minute of sucking and stroking Harry and Dans's cocks respectively.

Joan was getting excited somehow and the thought of Dan's cock in her cunt and imagining how it would feel like triggered it further and she could feel her orgasm building up fast once more. She slid Dan's cock out of her mouth to let out a moan and a couple of deep breath before turning her head to Harry's cock.

Harry thrust his hips as Joan guides his cock to her mouth. His cock slid further inside Joan's mouth further than she had in mind that made her gagged a little in the process.

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Drake was getting excited as he watched Joan alternately suck Harry and Dan's huge cocks and with Tony lapping away on her cunt. He stopped Amy from sucking him or he would blow his load. 

Amy took a quick look at the table before turning to Drake and leaned forward planting a kiss on his lips.

Drake returned the favor and he kissed Amy passionately like he kisses Joan. He never kissed any woman other than Joan this way but he couldn't help it with Amy.

Amy was quite surprised and could actually feel the passion on Drake's kiss and she loved it. She hasn't felt such passion in a kiss before not even Tony or ex-boyfriends and she's getting excited. "Eat me Drake," she said as she broke their kiss.

Drake watched Amy lay down on the couch and he reached over by her hips and slid the remaining piece of cloth off her bottom and its legs.

Amy spread her legs wide for Drake exposing her completely shaved mound.

Drake licked his lips as he observed Amy's exposed cunt. Her slit partly opened exposing its inner pink cunt walls and glistening with her love juice.

Amy gasped as she felt Drake's finger tip slid up her opening and watched him lower his head between her thighs. She let out another soft moan even before Drake's tongue touch her and her hands went to his head the moment it did. She bit her lower lip and followed by a much louder moan when Drake started licking her slit and clit.

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Tony concentrated on licking and sucking Joan's swollen clit when she started wiggling and grinding her hips. With his arms under and hands over her thighs he pulled her thighs apart when he felt her legs tense up.

Joan held Dan and Harry's cock on each hand as she arched her back and another orgasm shot out of her well licked cunt.

Harry and Dan each fondled Joan's hard breasts and nipples as they watched her release her second orgasm.

Joan let out a moan or a gasp with every jerk of her body as she shot stream of cum into Tony's waiting mouth.

Tony not into licking or much even swallowing cum juice set his reservation aside and let Joan's cum juice squirt a couple of time in his mouth and eagerly licked its slit when he finally tasted her love juice. He ate her cunt with gusto till the tense feeling on her body subsided.

Joan felt weak from the intense orgasm that her hands slipped off Harry and Dan's cock. She was breathing hard and when Tony kept licking her cunt and felt tickling sensation on her slit, her hands slipped down her stomach and to her tummy. She clamped her thighs and at the same time pushed Tony's head, "Stop! Oh my God! Stop, stop..." she said as she tried to push him off between her legs.

Dan chuckled as Joan curled up to her side with her hands between her thighs. He looked at Tony, "What do you think of it?"

"This white pussy's really something," Tony said, "Fuck! I'm so fucking hard that I can't wait to get into that pussy."

"Well, what are you waiting for," Dan commented and chuckled, "Get her warmed up."

Tony quickly stripped off all his clothes and assisted Joan slip off her lingerie and had her get off the table, then had her bend over it and took position behind her. He gave his cock a quick couple of jerks before guiding its tip to her opening.

Joan spread her feet apart as she supports her upper body on top of the table and tried to brace herself as much as possible. She bit her lower lip when she felt Tony's cock slid up and down her opening

Tony grunted as its cock head slip effortless inside Joan's slick wet cunt. He paused to reposition his stance then held her by the waist and shoved his black cock all the way in one thrust till his stomach pressing against her ass cheeks.

Joan lost her breath and fell to her elbows as Tony's huge cock impaled her from behind. He then slid his cock out a few inch and then thrust it back in with a little force. She let out a moan and a grunt.

Tony then started fucking her in fast long strokes for a few seconds, making her moan and yelp with every thrust. Then he slowed down and fucked her in slow short thrust, "Ah, Ah, Ah, Oh, Unng, Ooooo, Mmmmm, Ahhhh!" came out of her lovely lips and lowered her head just on top her clasped hands.

Dan chuckled and climbed on top of the table and knelt in front of her. He lifted her head from under her chin while he held his monster cock. He then pressed his cock to her lips applying pressure to it till she opens up. He then held her on both side of her head and started to fuck her mouth but as gentle as he could manage.

Joan body bounced back and forth as Tony fucked her from behind pinning her lower body against the table. She let out muffled moans as Dan's cock slid in and out of her mouth and quite relieved that he didn't force more than she could handle. She felt the rough and ripple effect of the veins on Dan's cock through her lips as it slid in and out of her mouth.

Harry watched his two friends fuck Joan for a few seconds and then turned to where Drake and Amy were. He smiled when he saw Drake between Amy's legs while she caresses Drake's hair while she moaned in pleasure with her eyes closed. He approached the two and stood in front of Amy's head.

Amy was quite startled when she felt a cock against her cheek. She opened her eyes and looked up at Harry. She smiled and turned her head, opened her mouth and engulfed Harry's engorged cock head and sucked it, bobbing her head.

Drake paused for a moment to look at Harry. Harry looked at him and nods his head towards the table. Drake took a look at the table and briefly watched his wife being fucked from behind and in her mouth.

"She's pretty much busy as you can see," Harry said, "You don't mind?"

Drake looked down at Amy. She's still sucking Harry's cock and saw her wink at him and closed her eyes. Her hand reached over and pulled his head back between her thighs.

Tony felt his orgasm approaching and his rhythm started to pick up.

Joan felt Tony's grip on her waist got tighter and his thrust getting harder. She knew he'll be coming soon.

Dan slipped out of Joan's mouth as he heard Tony, "Fuck! I'm almost there."

Joan started to moan in rhythm with Tony's thrust. She felt her own orgasm building up fast from knowing Tony's about to come. She was breathing and moaning with her pleasure fast approaching when Tony pulled out of her, turned her around and have her kneel. She knew what he got in mind and opened her mouth.

Tony stuck his cock head in Joan's mouth while he continued to jerk his cock till his load of hot gooey cum spill in her mouth.

Joan felt Tony's first spurt hit her throat and then his cum start filling her mouth with every jerk of his cock. She wasn't pleased with the salty taste of his sperm filled cum but decided to swallow most of it just to please him as some trickled down her chin. She sucked its head for a few seconds before she heard Tony's final moan and slid his cock out of her mouth. 

Dan chuckled as he assisted Joan straighten up, "My turn," he said and lifted her on the table and had her lay down length wise. He climbed on the table by her feet and lifted her leg aside as he positioned himself between her legs. He then lifted the other as he slid on top of her.

Joan's legs slid and rested on Dan's arms as he slid forward spreading her legs much wider and lifting her ass off the table. She placed her hands on his chest and shoulder when she felt him getting ready to fuck.

"Hold my dick into position," Dan instructed Joan.

Joan raised her head looking between their bodies, slid his hand between them and took hold of Dan's black monster cock. She rubbed its tip between her swollen pussy lips a few times.

Dan looked down on Joan's beautiful face while he waits for her to finish rubbing his cock on her pussy. "God she's beautiful and looked young too," he said to himself. He then felt Joan's hand pulled down on his cock as she held his cock steady on top of her opening.

Joan bit her lower lip as she watched and felt Dan's cock head press against her opening, spreading her pussy lips apart as he applied pressure. She let go of his cock and her mouth opened up as she gasped for air, laid her head back down on the table when she felt her cunt stretch to its max.

Dan watched Joan's facial reaction in tense concentration and heard her faint moan as he slowly thrust his cock into her tight cunt. He loved seeing such beautiful women in complete surrender and in tense pleasure of having their pussy stretched and filled by huge cock just like Amy, and Joan is no exception.

Joan held her breath when she felt her cunt seem about to be torn apart till Dan's cock head slipped into her tight opening and she gasped from the brief relief till he started to thrust once more.

"Ahhhhhh, Mmmmmm, Ahhhhhhhh!" came out of her lips.

Dan used his weight to penetrate Joan's tight cunt. Deeper and deeper his cock slid inside her and loved the tight feeling of her pussy gripping the girth of its shaft like a ring as it slid inside her.




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Joan felt the ripple effect of Dan's cock against her tight pussy lips, and felt every veins of its shaft against her cunt walls as his cock fill her love hole.

Dan filled her cunt till he hit an obstruction and made Joan flinch and felt her hands pressing against his chest. He waited for a few seconds for her to get use to his cock before he started to pull out of her up to its cock head and thrust it back in one slow thrust, and did it again for a few times till he felt she's comfortable enough with his girth.

Joan tried to relax her cunt muscles to ease up the onslaught of Dan's cock till he picks up his phase and started fucking her tight cunt in perfect rhythm. She started moaning in pleasure as her cunt got used to its size. The roughness and ripple effect caused by the large veins on Dan's cock had such an orgasmic effect within her love hole that brought back the orgasmic pleasure Tony left in matter of seconds and she started to moan with every thrust.

Dan love hearing her erotic moans and seeing the evident pleasure on her face made him lust to fuck Joan eagerly that caused him to thrust much deeper than she used to and cause her to yelp once in a while in pleasure or pain.

It didn't take much longer when Joan's head started to move side to side and her moans got louder and louder. Dan felt her cunt got tighter and after a few thrust, she let out the most erotic moan Dan ever heard and even felt her body jerk a couple of times. He fucked her cunt as fast as he could manage till her body went limp.

Joan breathed heavily as she released the last cum of her pleasure and she let out a soft moan when Dan thrust his entire cock in her and held it inside her for a brief few seconds before pulling it out of her completely.

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Drake was fucking Amy while she sucked Harry when he looked over at the table when he heard Joan's orgasmic moans. He watched Dan's cock covered in glistening fluid and white foam forming around Joan's cunt opening. Seeing his wife body went limp after her body jerked pushed his orgasm into gear. He pulled out of Amy and unloaded his cum all over her stomach and few landed on her breast as he jerked his cock furiously.

Amy's orgasm was almost on its peak when Drake pulled out of her, but it didn't stop her to lean forward and sucked Drake's cock head as few more drops of his cum seeps out of its pee hole.

Harry grabbed her by the waist and positioned her on all fours on top of the couch as she sucked Drake off. He didn't wait for any reply as he shoved his huge cock into Amy from behind that made her shriek, gasp, and moan. The feeling of her cunt full of Harry's cock and the fast phase of his fucking sent her orgasm into full blast.

"Oh my goshhhhhh! I'm comiiiiing..." Amy let out as she holds on to Drake's cock.

Harry thrust his cock much harder this time as Amy's cunt muscles squeezed his cock much tighter and felt like its milking his cock while he held her by the waist to keep her from falling forward. 

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Tony while slowly jerking his cock approached the table as Dan got off the table and coached her to sit up.

Joan felt a hand on her thigh and shoulder, "I need a break," she said as she slid her legs off the table as she straightens up and sat on its edge facing Tony.

"Got to keep it going and get you coming. It will be a blast," Tony said.

"I don't know if I could come anymore. I really felt spent from the last one," Joan said.

"Aw come on, that's only your third one," Dan commented and chuckled, "and I haven't come yet.

Tony took Joan by the arm and gently pulled her off the table, "You'll be fine," he said and smiled at her.

Joan went along although she prefers not to, for the moment anyway, and the guys could tell from the pout lips she had as she went along with Tony.

"Have her bend over I'm not done with her yet," Dan said as they pass by him.

Tony led Joan at the sofa chair next to where Drake, Amy, and Harry.

Joan took a quick glance at her husband next to Amy and Harry fucking, she saw Drake wink at her and she stuck her tongue at him. She then placed her one knee on the sofa chair as directed and leaned forward on top of its arm rest and then took hold of Tony's erect cock in front of her with one hand and started jerking it slowly.

Dan went behind Joan, squirted a few drops of oil on his cock and smeared it all over it with one hand after placing the small plastic bottle on the table close by. He gave his cock a quick jerk of his shaft and rubbed its cock head feeling the slickness and warmth of the oil.

Joan felt Dan's hand on the small lower of her back followed by his cock pressing on her pussy opening once more. She gasped as its head slipped inside her and then moaned as it slid deeper and deeper inside her like a hot knife through butter.

Dan thrust his cock easily into Joan's exhausted cunt from behind till a good 9 inches of his cock were in her before he stopped. He could hear her breathing heavily; he chuckled and then gave her another quick thrust with another inch or so of his dark meat that made her yelp.

"Ahhh. Oh my God!" Joan moaned and lost control of her body as it slumps on top of the arm rest.

Tony managed to support her, preventing her from toppling over till she got her composure back. "Damn! Take it easy with that monster of yours, Big Dan," he said and then winked at him and smiled.

Joan was about to say something when she felt Dan's hands clasp her hips and his cock started sliding out of her and in again after a few inch.

Dan then started to fuck Joan in slow short thrust at first for the first minute or so and started picking up the phase.

Tony let Joan concentrate on Dan's cock and when she started moaning once more, he guided his stiff cock to her mouth with one hand and hand full of her hair in the other.

Joan opened her mouth in acceptance when Tony's cock touched her lips. She let him slide his cock in and out of her mouth as she supported her upper body with her arms on top of the arm chair.

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Amy collapsed almost on top of Drake as Harry slid his cock off her spent pussy. Harry then turned her over to face him and she end up sitting on Drake's lap. She looked up at Harry then down to his cock in front of her, smothered with her cum juices. She opened her mouth and engulfed Harry's cock head and started sucking it and then bobbing her head back and forth.

Drake looked over to Joan and watched Dan fuck her pussy and Tony fucking her mouth. He then lifted Amy's ass and guided it on top of his cock.

Amy while sucking Harry lowered her bottom as Drake guided it to his cock. She paused and let out a muffled moan as she felt its cock slid inside her. She then started bouncing on top of it while she kept the rhythm on sucking Harry's cock.

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Joan couldn't believe the pleasure she's experiencing from Dan's cock sliding in and out of her in ease yet it could still feel the fullness of her cunt as it thrust in her. The strange warmth that accompanies it adds to her arousing feeling that sent her orgasm into overdrive once more.

Dan chuckled as he felt Joan started meeting his thrust. He slid his hands from her hips to her waist as he started to thrust into her a little more of his cock.

Tony let go of her hair as he saw Joan doing her own thing. Her body swaying back and forth between him and Dan, sucking and bobbing her head as his cock fuck her mouth.

Dan could feel his orgasm building up and he tried to hold it off as long as he can but he couldn't hold it any longer.

Joan slid Tony's cock off her mouth as she let her fourth orgasm exploded inside her. She gasped and moaned as squirt after squirt she releases her cum.

Dan wasn't far behind as the erotic moans of Joan filled his ears, he pulled his cock out of her cunt and pulling Joan to a sitting position and didn't waist a second to shove his cock in her mouth.

Joan could only manage half of Dan's cock head pass her lips as it started squirting warm hot cum into her mouth.

Dan moaned as he jerked and squeezed his cock filling Joan's mouth with his watery cum.

Joan sucked Dan's cock till he's satisfied and then stepped back away from her. She was just wiping off her lips with the back of her hand when Tony stepped in front of her and pushed her shoulder back.

Tony grabbed Joan by the hips as she lay back against the back rest, pulling her bottom just against the edge of the sofa and pushing her legs aside and on top of each armrest. He then positioned himself between her and guided his stiff hard dark cock into her and started fucking her.

Joan moaned as she watched Tony thrust his cock all the way inside her. She intentionally let her moans louder and showed him her facial reaction with the best arousing look she could manage.

Tony didn't take long to reach his orgasm, thanks to Joan's show of pleasure. He quickly pulled out of her and squeezed his shaft.

Joan seems to know what to do, dropped her legs off the armrest, sat straight, and opened her mouth for Tony to shoot his load in.

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Drake was in total ecstasy watching Tony and Dan do his wife and couldn't control his orgasm as it shot inside Amy's cunt.

Amy heard Drake grunt and then a warm feeling flooded her pussy which sent her into her second orgasm.

Harry stepped away from Amy as he sensed the two having their orgasms and went to Joan and Tony.

Joan looked at Harry as he tapped Tony on the shoulder. Harry took her hand as soon as Tony stepped aside and had her lay down on the rug by Drake and Amy's feet.

Joan spread her legs as Harry positioned himself between her legs, raised her head to witness Harry guide his huge cock into her cunt. She moaned as she looked on his cock sliding and stretching her cunt.

Harry is too aroused to play with Joan and he started fucking her, fast and deep.

It didn't take long when Joan gasped in reaction to Harry pulling out of her tight cunt quickly. She then felt him move and saw him guiding his cock into her mouth.

Harry grunt and moaned as he released his load and load of cum into Joan's mouth.

Joan almost gagged from the amount of Harry's cum filling her mouth which some trickled down her chin. She then laid her head down, "Guys, if we're going to keep this up, I couldn't swallow another cum after this," she said before wiping the cum off her chin with the cloth Dan tossed her, "I think I'm going to throw up," she finished as she placed her hand on her stomach.

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Amy accompanied Joan to the powder room and tried to comfort Joan who was gagging and felt the want to throw up but didn't.

"Are you OK?" Amy asked.

"Yeah, I'll be fine. I just haven't swallowed so much cum," Joan commented.

"I'm really not into swallowing, one or two loads maybe, then I just let it spill out or spit it out after they finish coming. It's kinda messy but they don't care as long as they get off," Amy said while she freshens up.

"I should have done that, stupid me," Joan said and joined Amy by the tub and got a washcloth for her.

They heard a knock on the door after a few minutes, "You girls OK in there?" Drake's voice heard from behind the door.

Joan opened the door, "We're fine, just freshening up."

Drake handed Joan a glass of champagne, "Are you sure?"

"She's fine. You just owe her big time for fulfilling your fantasy," Amy shouted from within the powder room and then giggled.

"Oh really?" Drake shouted back, "Is that what she said?"

Amy showed up from behind the door, "Well, if my husband asked me to fuck someone else, he better owe me a big one."

Drake stared at Amy's exotic beautiful face and her naked body.

"Are you going to let him stare at me like that?" Amy teased Joan, "I would smack him if I were you," she finished smiling at Drake.

"I don't mind. He gave me some really huge dicks to play with," Joan teased back smiling at Drake then took a sip of the champagne then turned to face Amy, "No worries I'll smack him when we get home," she finished and both girls giggled.

Dan showed up next to Drake, "Well, you girls seemed to be OK?"

"They're fine," Drake said while Joan and Amy still laughing and giggling.

"Well, since you girls are getting along, how about a girl-girl action?"

"What?" Joan blurted out.

"She eats you, you eat her. Maybe some pussy grinding, just you girls getting it on," Dan said and then chuckled.

"I know what you meant. But I'm not a lesbian?" Joan said.

"Honey, you don't have to be a lesbian to eat pussy," Drake commented, buying in on Dan's idea.

"I'm game," Amy said from behind Joan.

Joan turned to Amy, "Huh? Have you done such a thing?"

Amy shook her head, "Nope, but I'd do it with you just to feed my curiosity."

Joan gave Amy a questioning look.

"How it felt like to eat pussy? These goons seems to like it, besides, I heard you taste good," Amy said and began to close the door, "Do you ever wonder if you could do it better," she finished loud enough for Drake and Dan to hear it as the door closes. 

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The guys were all and still fully naked as they watched Joan and Amy kneeling on top of the special table facing each other. Joan doesn't seem to know what to do and Amy took the first action and kissed Joan on the cheek and started rubbing both breasts.

Joan slightly leaned back from hesitation as Amy leaned to kiss her but it didn't stop Amy as she moved closer. 

Amy started kissing Joan on every parts of its body that she knew from experience that gave her pleasure. Then she slid one hand down from Joan's breast to its crotch at the same time their lips touched.

Joan wanted to protest but fought the urge and decided to go along with it, "If I did it with all these guys, a girl would be nothing at all," she said to herself and Amy seems to know what to do and like it. Then she gasped and moaned as she broke their kiss when she felt Amy's finger slip inside her and another pressing against its clit.

Amy then leaned on Joan while she rubbed its clit.

Joan moaned as Amy leaned on her that made her lean back and down to her back.

Amy now on top of Joan kissed her once more on the lips while she continued to rub its clit.

Joan returned Amy's kiss and her hands slid up Amy's side to its breast and started fondling them.

Amy then broke their kiss and started kissing Joan down her neck, to its chest, and to its breast, sucking and nibbling on its now erect pink nipple. She sucked it till she heard Joan moan and then moved to its other breast. She alternated sucking and nibbling on its breast for a good minute or so before she straightened up on her knees and turned around, repositioning herself into a sixty-nine position.

Joan instinctively spread her legs as Amy started kissing her inner thighs down to her mound. She did the same till Amy lowered her bottom giving her a close view of Amy's shaved pussy, the closest she ever been with one. "Amy seems to take care of her body as she does with hers," she thought as she observed Amy's clean tight cunt and smelled good too. Her thought were cut short as she let out another gasp as Amy's tongue touched her clit.

Amy directly concentrated on Joan's clit, licking it with the tip of its tongue with finesse. She lowered her bottom some more till she could practically feel Joan's face against her mound and hoping that Joan will follow suit.

Joan bit her lower lip as she savor the pleasure filling her body caused by Amy's tongue gently and slowly circling her clit. She then placed her hands on Amy's hips and gently pulled her bottom to her face and slid her tongue on its slit, tasting and experiencing for the first time to lick a pussy, and somehow liked it especially when she's just returning a favor.

The four men watched Joan and Amy as they sip their drinks and slowly play and stroke their cocks. Drake in particular were all eyes on the two ladies and couldn't believe he's actually watching his wife having sex with another girl and she's actually loving it from the looks of it, in any ways, she looked really hot and he loved it.

Joan and Amy licked each others pussy practically doing what ever the other is doing and even trying to out do each other. They sucked, nibbled, and licked each other's clit and even finger fuck their tight pussies. Each would pause and moan as the other out did what ever she's doing and they kept on with each other as if they've forgotten the four men watching them.

Joan was the first one to feel her orgasm coming and started grinding her mound against Amy's tongue and lips. She would give Amy a couple of licks as if trying to ignore the orgasm building up inside her but the pleasure were too much her to really give Amy's cunt her full attention as she gasp and moan.

Although Joan practically stopped licking Amy's cunt, knowing Joan's orgasm is approaching made her hot as well and she didn't stop to complain but gave her best to bring Joan to orgasm. It didn't take long when she finally tasted Joan's cum juice squirt to her tongue and lips. She engulfed its cunt opening with her mouth and stuck her tongue in Joan's pussy while it unloads its juices.

The men watched as Joan arched her back beneath Amy, her face blushing and grip the edge of the table. They saw her body jerked a couple of times and practically lifted her bottom off the table and grinds it on Amy's face.

Drake was in heaven seeing his wife in pleasure the way she did and he even let go of his cock because he would have shot a load if he didn't.

Amy straightened up on her knees when she felt Joan's orgasm subsided, looked behind her down at Joan, "Your cum is really something," she told Joan.

"Are you sure you haven't done this before?" Joan asked while catching her breath.

Amy repositioned herself to face Joan, planting her knees on both side of Joan's head and eased down her bottom till her pussy just above Joan's face, "I'm sure and you still have to make me come," she said and then practically sat on Joan's face straddling it and started grinding.

Joan started lapping on Amy's cunt, sucking and licking the best she could.

Tony then approached the table and joined the two and positioned himself between Joan's legs. He lifted one leg aside as he guided his stiff cock into Joan.

Amy could hear Joan's muffled moan and looked behind her and saw Tony's cock sliding in and out of Joan's cunt, "Oh fuck! This is hot!" she commented and as she faced forward saw Drake climb on the table and stood in front of her with his cock pointing at her. She didn't even think twice and opened her mouth and engulfed Drake's cock and started sucking.

Dan and Harry watched the foursome like sculptures in a pedestal. Dan chuckled as he slowly stroked his cock. Harry turned to Dan, "Are these ladies hot or what?"

"Joan's really something. I still have a gripe on you for keeping her all for yourself," Dan said jokingly.

"Amy's hot too, I'm really glad Drake chose her," Harry said.

The two turned their heads when they heard Tony, "Do you mind if I come inside your wife?" asking Drake.

"I don't mind, go ahead and fill her up," Drake said.

Tony and Drake's comments seemed to boost Amy's orgasm as she started to moan and grind her mound on Joan's face.

"I got to give it to Tony, he really has a lot of spunk in him," Dan commented.

"Yeah, we used to be at his age," Harry said.

"Look who's talking, another year and I'll hit the big five-o," Dan chuckled.

Then almost instantaneously all heard Amy and Tony let out a moan.

Drake looked down as Amy let go of his cock and saw the pleasure on her face as she moaned. Then he looked over at Tony his cock buried deeply in Joan's pussy, his head tilted back as if savoring the brief pleasure as she pumped his load into Joan. He stepped down off the table as Tony slipped off between Joan's legs and assisted Amy in getting off Joan's face.




Innocence Lost Ch. 15



In Which Dodie compares the relative virtues of Innocence and Chastity; Kedi abandons Chastity; and Dodie leaves the comfort of Innocence.

Dodie understood the freedom of Innocence's love-making, and how it would frequently involve her fucking her sister or Kedi, but it did little to lessen the jealousy she felt as Kedi or Chastity would be yelping with pleasure from the continued thrusts of Innocence's beautiful penis. Although she so often thought of her lover's prick being her own that she found the pangs of sharing it almost unbearable, she couldn't complain about it without being guilty of great hypocrisy as she would often join Innocence in her lovemaking with the others, and on several occasions she'd made love to Kedi when Innocence wasn't in or was in another room making noisy and passionate love to her sister. 

She enjoyed her sex sessions with Kedi. The black girl was a great lover: tender and passionate, somehow always responsive to Dodie's mood, whatever that may be, just as she was to those of the two sisters. She had no grounds to complain as with the passing weeks, Kedi seemed to be spending rather more time in Kedi's and Innocence's bed, and rather less in Chastity's. Dodie knew, although neither Kedi nor Chastity ever discussed it, that their relationship wasn't going through the best of its days. Sometimes she even heard the two lovers quarrelling in bed - usually just before a quiet, dry-eyed Kedi would wander naked into Innocence's bed and noiselessly ease herself into bed besides the two of them. On those occasions, she never demanded or invited sex, although she was appreciative of Innocence's cuddles.

Dodie soon re-established contact with all her friends from before her travels, but she preferred to spend more of her time with Innocence at their house rather than in the less salubrious flats, squats or bedsits she'd previously haunted. However, she kept up her acquaintances sufficiently to be able to spend evenings out with Innocence or Kedi to see plays or to go to the odd night-club. She also revitalised her friendships with her more radical political friends and sometimes found her evenings spent fly posting or listening to very dull, badly dressed middle-aged men addressing an audience of people dressed with the same disregard for conventional dress-sense as she. It was through these contacts that she found herself active in the anti-racist campaign in Wonderground. 

The cause of anti-racism was also of great interest to Kedi, who had less of an ideological and more of a personal reason for wanting to be involved in any campaigning. Kedi had suffered a great deal from racism in the district - which although not as explicit or widely sanctioned as before was still widespread enough for her to attract more adverse comments for her skin colour (which she couldn't do anything about) than for her nudity (which she could easily do something about). It was for this reason that Kedi and Dodie found themselves coupled in the Multiracial Fuck-In, which was organised by a radical group - the Socialists Wankers Party - to protest against the discriminatory laws in Wonderground which although it permitted mixed-race relationships, discouraged it by such means as not allowing black, brown or Asian partners of foreign birth Wonderground citizenship, but permitted it when both partners were white - irrespective of the country of origin. It was also a legal requirement on almost all government documents to state skin colour, whether it was to sign a receipt for paying local government tax, apply for planning permission or to buy a television licence.

Kedi and Dodie went along to the march which preceded the demonstration with neither of them in clothes, as did almost everyone else who was protesting. Innocence, who felt great sympathy for any group that was discriminated against for reasons to do with their sexual or physical make-up, nevertheless felt unable to come along as she didn't want her penis to become more of a focus of attention than the multiracial nature of the demonstration; even though it was made clear to her that nudity although desirable was by no means obligatory. "I just don't want to make a big issue about something like this!" she sighed holding her penis in her hand. Chastity wasn't too concerned about coming either, asserting that demos were just a drag. "They never achieve anything and it's always raining," she commented.

It wasn't raining at all as Kedi and Dodie walked arm in arm with a crowd of Orientals, Arabs, Asians, Blacks and Aborigines who almost outnumbered the white people in the crowd, and contained rather more who were wearing clothes and showed no inclination to participate in the Fuck-In. There was a mix of people in the crowd - most of them naked and most of them men - with a high proportion of political activists many of whom, like Dodie, had shaven heads and a plethora of body jewellery and tattoos. There were also some with long brown ragged hair wearing large rubber-soled boots showing off rather malnourished bodies and carrying a strong smell of not having washed for rather a while. Dodie knew that her life with Innocence had changed her, as she deliberately avoided being too close to those demonstrators or at least downwind of their stench.

The protesters marched along the street - fortunately dry as many of them, like Kedi and Dodie, were barefoot as well as bare in every other detail, - crying out slogans like "Black and White Fuck and Unite", "Fuck You! Fuck the State! Fuck the Weather! Watch Us Fuck Together!" and "Hell Alright! Black Fuck White! Come On Jack! White Fuck Black!" As they went by, an inquisitive crowd of spectators watched as they proceeded, some visibly disturbed by the way several demonstrators had already commenced making love with each other as they went along; though the multiracial aspect of it appeared to cause the most concern. Dodie was quite excited by the attention they were getting and on several occasions made great efforts to get her mouth attached to Kedi's and her fingers into Kedi's vagina as they walked.

Eventually the protesters arrived at the town park where the Fuck-In was to take place, but not before hearing a procession of obscure politicians, wordy intellectuals and minor celebrities appear on the platform and say how much they supported the cause and how much they were looking forward to joining in the sexual activity with the rest of them. Long before the last speaker appeared on the platform to announce that the Fuck-In had officially started the ground in front of the platform was full of wildly copulating multicoloured bodies replacing the shouts of slogans by more earthy breathing, full-throated orgasmic cries, gasps of ejaculation and the puffs of exertion. 

Neither Kedi nor Dodie had ever been in such a mass of naked writhing flesh before, which stretched beyond the dimensions of a football pitch in all directions and where partners were swapped and moved about freely. Initially the two girls concentrated their attentions on each other - Dodie as always being brought again and again to unbridled orgasm by Kedi's expert sexual skills. It wasn't long however until the two girls lost sight of each other (although occasionally their bodies must have conjoined) as the mass of naked flesh overwhelmed them as it did everyone else into one homogeneous heaving body undulating with packets of sperm flavoured release. Semen splattered everywhere: on white bodies, brown bodies, black bodies. Messing up blond hair, tangling in black curly hair, smeared on shaven heads. Sweat pulsed off black limbs, coffee-coloured buttocks, golden-brown stomachs and down the inside thighs of vaguely yellowish round legs.

The demonstration was a great success, Dodie was sure; although she had no idea whether it would actually change the world for the better. It attracted a great deal of media coverage - pictures of the gathered mass of coitus appeared on the front pages of all the newspapers and was nearly headline news on the television. It went on for many hours longer than expected - and only the chill of the night finally cleared away the last of the orgiastic demonstrators. But most of all, as Kedi also agreed, it was good fun. It was one of the most enjoyable fucks she'd had - and they'd been through such a long series of partners. There was all colours, both genders and enough pubic hair in her mouth to keep her satisfied beyond the night and nearly drained her of the energy to make love with Innocence that night.

Kedi and Chastity's relationship had always been less than perfect while Dodie was sharing the house with them, and it was inevitable that it would break under the strain. Kedi was now spending all her nights in bed with Innocence and Dodie, which made their nights more cramped. Much as Dodie enjoyed feeling Kedi's warm slim black limbs enmeshed in hers, she felt robbed of the last vestige of exclusivity in her relationship with Innocence, particularly as it was clear to her that Kedi somehow attracted more of Innocence's affection than she.

The change in Kedi's affections - which she never spoke about - very much upset Chastity who took a succession of men into bed with her (sometimes several at the same time) but made no secret of her desire to sleep with Kedi. Her approaches, which were rarely subtle, were always firmly but forcefully rejected by Kedi, who would even stop in the middle of being fucked by Innocence below or above her, to express her wishes. Dodie could see that it wouldn't be long until Kedi would be leaving. When the day arrived it came totally without warning, when Dodie returned home to find Innocence and Chastity involved in loveless fucking, with Chastity growling and hitting Innocence as she orgasmed to Innocence's thrusts. Dodie didn't feel inclined to join - and anyway she'd just had sex with an old friend of hers - so she wandered into the kitchen where she found a polite note from Kedi which said that she had left to visit a friend of hers and attached no forwarding address.

Chastity was inconsolable, but Dodie could see that she was too proud to express it by crying on anyone's shoulder. Instead she made frequent - almost incessant - demands on Dodie and Innocence to have sex with her. Innocence almost always agreed, and more often than not, Dodie would be sleeping alone in Innocence's bed, while in Chastity's the two sisters were fucking noisily and agitatedly through the night. On these occasions, Dodie would cry softly to herself, her hand idly masturbating her bejewelled vagina as she imagined only too well the movement of her beloved's wonderful penis as it thrust in and out of Chastity's lubricious cunt. Chastity's demands on Dodie were also very insistent, but much as Dodie enjoyed the passion and intensity of her lover's sister's lovemaking she found it empty of true love. It was quite obvious to her that she was at best a poor substitute for Kedi, whom Chastity clearly still loved, and at worst just a distraction like all the men who'd be leaving early in the morning never to be seen again.

Life with the two sisters was not nearly so pleasant now that Kedi was no longer there. Dodie had to admit that the black girl had been a much better influence on the household than she'd ever been. Without Kedi, the house began to lose a great deal of its orderliness; and tension rather than relaxation dominated over relations and sexual activity. Innocence made an effort to remain the same, but she was evidently upset by her sister's sorrow and this meant that she allowed her clothes to get more crumpled, spent less time on keeping herself clean and tidy, and allowed the hair under her armpits and on her legs to grow to a soft velvety down.

Chastity's appearance disintegrated much more obviously. She allowed her shoulder-length hair to lose all semblance of style and took to wearing only as little as she could, put on with obvious haste and little evidence of discretion. She took to wearing a singlet which had a rip in it that daily got worse so that soon no amount of effort could persuade her left breast to stop dangling out. Dodie found it disturbing that no conversation with her could last for very long before Chastity would make a rather blatant attempt to seduce her. She would grab Dodie's hand and press it against the stubble of her pubic hair or against her free breast and its protruding nipple. She would pull up the singlet or tee-shirt that Dodie wore and press her tongue on the small protuberance of bosom or the nipples that so easily became harder and more excited. This was as nothing to her attentions towards her sister, whose penis was almost immediately grabbed, massaged and often inserted directly straight into her cunt or, on occasion, her anus. Innocence wouldn't protest, which upset Dodie the more, but her lover explained that it was the best way she knew of comforting her sister for the heartfelt loss of the black love of her life.

Dodie was torn between her desire to stay with Innocence, whom she loved so deeply, and her need to escape from an environment which had become quite unpleasant and obsessive. She spent rather more time with her other friends, often not returning home: knowing that rather than be surrounded by the beautiful body of the most wonderful lover she'd ever known she'd spend another night listening to the constant thump thump of Chastity's bed against the wall and the girl's unrestrained cries of ecstasy. She wondered if she could ever find a solution to her dilemma, - one that would allow her the opportunity to keep open her relationship with her unusually endowed lover.

In the event, it was actually Chastity who provided the excuse. Innocence had often spoken about her desire to continue her school education from where she'd left off and her sister had started discussing the subject with her. One afternoon, after arriving from a long opium-smoking session, Dodie found Chastity and Innocence sitting together in the living room, not making love or even with their arms around each other, but with a whole host of quite dull looking brochures scattered about the floor. They were commenting to each other about courses in subjects as diverse as Politics, Biology, Philosophy and Religion.

"Isn't it wonderful!" smiled Innocence, seeing Dodie arrive. "We're going to college."

"College? Really! Where?"

"O! It's simply miles away!" replied Chastity lowering a brochure she had which outlined the various extracurricular activities there were. "We're going to be students."

"That means you'll be moving out of here," commented Dodie thoughtfully.

"Yes, it does," admitted Innocence sadly, "but we've been living here for ever such a long time! It'll be good to make a change. And I'd like to be properly educated."

"And they've got a lovely swimming pool at this college," enthused Chastity. "A gym, a sauna and an arts centre. It'll be wonderful!"

"I suppose I'll have to find somewhere else to live," mused Dodie sadly.

Innocence sighed sympathetically. She stood up leaving her brochure on the floor and walked over to Dodie's forlorn figure wearing only a pair of denim shorts, allowing her breasts full freedom. She put her arms around Dodie's shoulders and pulled Dodie close to her. "We may be parted," Innocence said. "But I'm sure we won't be parted forever!"

This little homily comforted Dodie immeasurably. She may be parted from Innocence, but she was still appreciated. A warm moistness gathered in her crotch as she tightened her grip on Innocence. "I hope you're right! I so hope you're right!" 

To Be Continued...



Innocence Lost Ch. 15



Joan (38, white female) decides to fulfill her son's obsession of watching her fucked by a huge black cock. Josh (19, white male) found Marcus (22, black male) from one of the online adult classifieds for an interracial sexual encounter. 

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As soon as Drake left for work, Joan went to her son's room and sat on the edge of the bed. "Wake up sleepy head," she said as she shook him by the shoulder.

Josh opened his eyes and looked at his mother smiling at him. "What gives mom?"

"You tell me. I could tell that you are thinking of something since you came home from your trip. I don't want to ask you when your father's around. How is your trip with Sheryl?"

Josh stared at the ceiling for a few seconds, "The first three days were awesome, and we had a great time till I screw it all up."

"What did you do?"

"Well, I found this video tape in the room we were staying in."

"And this tape started it all?"

"I did, actually. The tape just gave me a stupid idea."

"What is this tape anyway?"

"It's a personal sex tape video that was taken in that room, previous guests I assume."

"You and Sheryl did have sex?"

"That was the first three days. We had sex day and night, it was awesome."

"So what's the big deal with finding this tape?"

"She doesn't know about the tape, I kept it from her."

Joan gave her son a questioning look.

Josh smiled. "There were white couples in the tape, the husband was taking the video while his wife was being fucked by a," he looked at her mother, "black man."

Joan rolled her eyes and shook her head. She got a feeling what her son did or suggested and Josh confirmed it as he continued on.

"The stupid thing is that I asked Sheryl about having another guy with us just for fun, and I specifically suggested a black man."

"You are right, that is stupid! What are you thinking?"

"I thought of you and Tammy for starters."

"Me, what do I have to do with your stupid idea?" She knew why but she just got to pretend.

"It's just the thought of you and Harry, Tammy and Robby got me crazy up here," he pointed at his head. "You know how I get so round up thinking of interracial sex. I guess I still want to see one up close and personal."

"So Sheryl didn't take it quite as you were expecting?"

"You could say that. She didn't say a thing but she changed. We had sex but it's quite cold on her part."

Joan snuggled closer to her son. "Give it time and she'll get over it. Who knows she might be thinking of it since she didn't really say anything argumentative?"

"You think so?" He asked as he laid his head on his mother's chest.

She tapped his face gently a few times. "I'm curious about this tape of yours, you still got it?"

Josh slid out of bed before Joan could say anything more and putting the tape in one of the few players set up in his room and then back beside Joan as it started to play on the TV screen.

Ten minutes of the movie, Josh is caressing Joan's legs beneath her dress. Fifteen minutes and they were practically half naked. Within thirty minutes Josh is on top of Joan between her legs.

Joan took hold of its cock and guides it to her cunt opening. Josh thrust his hips as he felt the tip of his cock head press against her slit and felt the warmth of her cunt engulf its head as it slid inside her. She gasped as she felt its entire shaft slid inside her wet cunt in one slow thrust, filling her up to its hilt. She held her breath as she felt it starts to slide out till it stopped half way and then starts to thrust back in once more.

Josh starts to fuck his mother, reminiscing the last time they had sex. It has been a while and he already forgot how it felt, the tightness and warmth of Joan's cunt. His rhythm starts to pick up as the excitement and pleasure builds up in his balls.

Joan felt the same and enjoying every inch of her son's hard cock. She raised her knees and spread her legs to give Josh more room to thrust. She let out a soft moan as Josh made love to her. She turned her head towards the TV. "You really want to watch a black cock fuck me?"

Josh looks down and turns to see what Joan is watching. "Oh yeah, I couldn't stop to imagine."

"OK." Joan said.

Josh couldn't believe what she just said. "What?"

Joan just smiled and wrapped her arms around her son's body and whispered to him. "For your going away present, before you go off to college. I'll fuck a black cock for you."

Josh got so excited that she started hump and fuck Joan fast and hard till he could not hold his load much longer. With one last thrust, he released his load deep inside his mother's cunt followed with a moan that almost filled the room.

Joan tried to catch up but was a little short as Josh stopped pumping. Her heart beat was pumping up and breathing fast as Josh pulled out of her after releasing his hot cum. She was a little disappointed but was glad to bring her son into orgasm. She slid out of the bed. "Have your breakfast and we'll talk." She said as she picks up her clothes and kissed Josh on the cheek and went to her room to freshen up.

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Josh is just finishing up his breakfast when his mother shows up. "You're going out?"

"Just to the gym and maybe to the store," and Joan sat on the table in front of him. "Are you going to see Sheryl?"

"I'm thinking of it."

"I just suggest waiting. Just send her flowers or small notes. Let her cool off, it will be alright."

Josh looks at her mother. "So are you serious?"

"About what?"

"My going away present?"

"Oh that," Joan said teasing her son. "Yes, just for you," and winked at him.

"So, when are you going to call Harry?"

"I was thinking of it but then I don't want to give him more leverage. He does not know about us and I don't want him to use it against me."?

"So what are you plans?" Josh asked with a little disappointment.

"Well, I'm not going to plan anything. You will."

"I just thought that you find the guy and you set thing up."

"I don't know about that plan, mom."

"Well, I leave it all up to you. If you can't handle it then it's not going to happen." She stood up and went to the kitchen.

Josh followed, "But that's not fair."

Joan turns to face him, "What's not fair. I think it's a great opportunity for you."

"Like what?"

"You could surprise me with the black cock you want to see fuck your mother?"

Josh thought of it for a second and a grin starts to form on his lips. Joan saw the menacing grin and she giggled and turned to get something for her to drink from the fridge.

"Anything goes then?" Josh asked excitedly.

Joan turns to face her son once more and took a sip from a water bottle. "Well, I got some rules about this thing."

Josh crossed his arms in front of his chest.

"I just want this to happen away from our area as much as possible. Don't worry I'll give you the place I think is far enough. This guy must not be able to trace us; it will just be a one-night stand of sort, and no video or picture taking."

Josh made his protest. "I want take a video so we could watch it."

"I had bad experiences with videos and pictures; I'm more at ease knowing it doesn't exist for anyone to view."

Josh thinks of what to response with. "What if you keep the tape till we watch it and you could get rid of it whenever you decide to."

Joan didn't answer at once and just stared at her son for a few seconds. "OK, but I don't want any complaints from you what I do with it."

Josh got exited just from the thought of it that his cock starts to twitch while Joan continues to fill him with much more detail of when and where. His father will be out of town for three days on a conference that will only give him four days to find a black man that will suit his obsession and give his mother a great time. She smiled as he watches Joan took her gym bag and walk out the front door. He still couldn't believe how young his mother looks, beautiful and so adoring. He couldn't take away the feeling of excitement building within him.

He went in his room after cleaning up and putting away the dishes, turns on the computer and logged into the internet to search for his options. He used the search engine for anything to do with postings and personal classified particularly something to do with sex. He found a few sites for adult classified and read quite a few postings of men seeking women, women seeking men, and swapping couples. He's quite surprised of all the postings he read, he never knew such things really exist. He decides to post a classified after having lots of idea what to post.

POSTING:

Subj: Seeking black male for an interracial experience!

I am seeking for a black male with a big cock to satisfy an interracial experience for my beautiful young white female partner, one-on-one and MMF threesome must be able to meet us on one of the dates and area indicated below. If interested provide your stats with photo is preferred.

He did the same posting on other sites such as sex finder and a site specializing on interracial. He decided to take a nap and will check for any response to his postings later on. He's just hoping to see a result since he doesn't have much time to pull this off.

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Josh thought he is dreaming when he heard a phone ring. It rang a couple more times when he realized that his cell phone is indeed ringing. He wiped his eyes and took the phone from the bedside table and flipped it. "Hello?"

"Wake up sleepy head!"

He recognized the voice of his sister. "What's up little sis?"

"I just called mom and she said you where already home."

"Are you coming home?"

"Nah, not yet. I'm staying for a few more weeks till our cousin leaves for college just like you."

"I sure miss you sis."

"Yeah, I miss you too. I need to get home and get more stuff so I'll see you then."

"When will that be?"

"Don't know, maybe next week? I'll call you."

"OK, say 'Hi!' to cuz for me. Maybe you could bring her with you?"

"We're planning to. She wants to see you too."

"That's great! See you then."

"Love yah!"

"Love you too."

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Josh checked for any responses that night. There were a few but nothing that caught his interest. The following day there were more responses and some where promising but not quite he's looking for. The third night, there were quite a lot of responses that are really promising.

The first one: "I'm available to fuck your white bitch and fill her with my 10 1/2" of black meat. Let me know!"

The second one: "I would like to fulfill your fantasy and will be able to meet you on your given date and location. I'm 22 years old, just under 13" in length and quite thick. Photo attached for your approval."

The third one: "I like to fuck white women and make them squirm with my 16" of shlong, check out my photo."

There were more interesting stats and photos but the 22 year old and 13" really seems to be a good choice and the photo is really something. The black young man is clean shaven and bald but quite handsome that goes with a well build body just like his and just the same height. He went to type in a reply.

"Your photo and stats were really impressive. Have you done such an arrangement before?"

He logged out of the site and checked the other sites before going to sleep.

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"How are you doing with your planning?" Joan asked Josh as Drake left for work. "Your father will be gone tomorrow."

Josh fills his mother with what he's been doing. "I still have to check for his answer."

Joan was quite interested on what Josh has done. "Let's check it out."

They both went to Josh's room and on their way inside the room, Josh asked. "You want to see some of the photos?"

"Sure, let me see how well you picked the man for me." Joan said. and giggles.

Josh logged in the site and Joan read the classified he posted. "Young beautiful while female partner, nice!" She comments.

"Well, you are and I can't say we're mother and son?" Josh replies and smiled at his mother.

"OK lover boy, show me your messages." Joan leans over Josh's shoulders.

She read the replies as Josh scrolls down the screen. Joan laughs on some of the comments and sometimes just grossed out. She also looks at the photos and was quite shocked on some. "Oh my God, is that real?"

"You like to try it?"

"You really think that will be a good show?"

"I saw some hardcore pictures and it doesn't really look like a good show."

"I imagine it's just like a freak show." And they both laughed.

"I know what you mean. Check out the guy I picked." 

Joan was impressed with what she read. She was just a little at awe with the picture when she saw the cock size but she was attracted the whole physique.

"I like him." Josh said.

"Well done my dear. I like him too, a lot!" and taps him on the shoulder. "Let's see his answer."

Josh clicked on the new messages and clicks the message he's looking for. "There are more new replies applying to get in your pants."

Joan playfully pushed Josh's head and ruffles his hair. "I think you already got a winner here." as she read the answer.

REPLY: I only had an experience once and my first time with a white couple. They actually picked me up in a club and I liked it. You've seen my picture how about showing me your girl? Just want to see if it's worth the trip.

Josh is about to say something when a message pops up on the middle of the screen. "BlakDjak13 invites you to chat -- CLICK HERE to go to LIVE CHAT"

Josh looks at his mother and saw her smile and nods. He clicks the window and they went to LIVE CHAT.

BlakDjak13: Glad to see you logged in.

Josh: Same here. Are we on?

BlakDjak13: Want to see how your girl looks. With all due respect, I just don't have sex with anyone; I still have my choice if you know what I mean.

Josh: I assure you that my girl's one to drool for.

BlakDjak13: Well, we have our own opinion of the matter. A beauty to you could be a disaster to me and vise versa.

Josh looks at Joan. "What do you think?"

"I really don't like the idea of my face showing up all over the internet."

Josh got an idea. "How about sending a picture with your eyes blocked out? I seen those picture before and it really does the work."

"You know how to do it?"

"Come on, mom. With this entire gadget Rick left and the stuff we learn at school, I know how!"

"Does it have to be nude?"

"Let me ask." And he starts to type.

Josh: Does it have to be nude?

BlakDjak13: You seen me nude, it would just be fair.

"OK" Joan said after reading the screen.

Josh: Check my profile in 30 min.

BlakDjak13: That's great. I'll be waiting.

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Josh came back from his closet with the digital camera and a tripod in hand. "We're do you want to pose?"

"You meant 'US!' don't you?"

Josh looks at Joan. "Where do you want us to pose?"

"I think your bed is more appropriate don't you think?" She starts stripping and sat on the edge of the bed. She saw Josh did the same couldn't avoid to notice the semi erection forming in front of him.

Josh notice Joan giggling as he sets up the tripod and camera. "What's so funny?" He asked as he sat beside her.

"I just thought that you should have your cock hard for the profile." She took hold of his cock and starts jerking it. She then lowers her head and engulfs its cock head and bobs her head up and down till his cock is stiff and hard. "There now you're ready."

"Don't stop now."

"Save it till we meet your friend."

Josh went to the camera shaking his head and presses the button and sat back beside Joan leaning back supporting his upper body with his elbows. Joan partly leans on one side as she grab hold of Josh's cock by its base to hold it straight up and give the best smile she know how at the camera. ---'FLASH'---

Josh checks out the image and shows Joan. "That looks awesome!"

Joan smiles and couldn't disagree. It does look erotic and Josh's cock appears bigger than it looks. But most of all she really looks young. "OK do your thing and let's see how it looks."

Joan dresses up while she watches Josh add the black bar across their eyes and saves it. She was really satisfied and impressed with the process and image. It does hide her identity without compromising her body.

"So how's that?" Josh asked as he turns and was a little disappointed seeing his mother all dressed up. Joan gave him a smile and thumbs up.

A few minutes later, Josh got the image uploaded on his profile and then waited as he took a glance of the clock.

It seems like an eternity when the familiar invitation pops up on the screen and they were chatting once more.

BlakDjak13: WOW! Your girl is really beautiful. Nice touch with the black bar.

Josh: Sorry, just a precaution.

BlakDjak13: No worries. She is still beautiful, you can tell. Your tool's not bad too, how come?

Josh: Just want to see her moan and much bigger cock stretch her tiny pussy.

Joan smacks his son on the head, hard enough for Josh to feel a sting.

BlakDjak13: Can't wait to give it to her. We are on! My name is Marcus.

Josh and Marcus sets ups the date and place with inputs from Joan. It will be the day after tomorrow. Joan read that Marcus will be driving as well and they will meet for lunch that Marcus picks and to the hotel that Joan mentioned to Josh. Josh also informed Marcus about no alcohols and no smoking rules and Marcus agrees since he does not either.

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Joan and Drake talked in their bedroom after dinner while she helped Drake pack up for his trip. They talked about Tammy being away for so long and then Josh dilemma with Sheryl. Joan found out that Amy will be going to the seminar with him.

Drake hired Amy to work for the company with Harry's approval. Drake didn't hesitate since he found out that she has a degree in accounting but was caught up with the fast life and the wrong people that brought her to her current situation. Giving her a break would be a good thing for her.

Joan understands what Drake's intention but knew that he will be fucking Amy as well. She couldn't blame him since Amy got this aura that attracts men and not to mention exotic beautiful face and sexy figure. She doesn't mind since she got her own thing going on anyway, just like the one she offered their son. Might as well have fun while she can and while her real age and body still looks young, she thought. It might not be long and her young looks will be gone and nothing will be left but just her and Drake.

Joan and Drake made love that night and she loves every minute of it which she always does, every time. Making love and fucking is quite different. For her, making love is more passionate than just plain one night stand fuck. She does cum fucking other guys but cumming while making love is more pleasurable in comparison. She's just happy that Drake's cock is just perfect in size, girth and length. She could not ask for anything more and could never replace his love for his cock. She gives Drake his fantasy of watching other men fuck her because she know how men, particularly Drake, want to see their women have pleasure or perhaps pain in some cases, which Josh probably inherited from his father. Perhaps the taboo got to do with it but she know what men wants and that's what she does when Drake watches and not to mention her son.

Drake left for an early flight and only found out that morning that he will be picking up Amy on the way to the airport. She felt a little jealous but she did not show any sign.

She cooks breakfast for Josh before changing to got to the gym. She left a note for Josh to do and the information he needed to make room reservations for tomorrow.




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Josh and Joan got into the restaurant first and waited for Marcus. Josh kept looking at Joan and smiling as if teasing her.

They were fooling around as Joan got a glimpse of Marcus being escorted by a waiter to their table. "Here he comes."

Joan thought Marcus looks more attractive in person. All dressed up casually and neat. He's a little taller than Josh but he same built. She watches as both men shook hands and Josh introduces Joan.

Marcus went closer and took her hand, "My pleasure to finally meet such beauty."

Joan blushes from Marcus' comments, "Thank you."

The three orders their lunch and talks to know more about each other with the exception of age. Joan were amazed hoe educated and respectful Marcus is from his conduct and how he speaks, and a business graduate working for a marketing company about three hours up north. In the other hand, Josh and Joan lied about their occupation and place of residence.

Marcus could only stare at Joan, admiring her beauty. She never met such a beauty with less make-up on. He wants to ask her so much personal question but decides to ask when it's more private, and he couldn't wait.

After a few minutes they were on their way to the hotel. Josh was a little awkward driving his car while Marcus follows with his Mercedes sports coupe. Half an hour later they were in the room which Josh reserved.

It's a nice size room with a king size bed, a sofa, center table, TV and CD/VCR player. It's big enough that there is room and space to maneuver around.

Joan sat on the sofa and Marcus sat beside her while Josh sets up the video camera. "You don't mind if we make a video?" Josh asked.

"No, I don't mind. The other couple did it too, something to view on later right?"

Josh finished setting the tripod and held the camera aiming at Joan and Marcus on the sofa. "Well, Marcus what do you think of Joan?"

Marcus looks at Joan, "She beautiful, just beautiful."

"What do you think of Marcus?"

"Gorgeous." Joan said.

"Is that him or is cock?" Josh asked.

Joan's jaw drops and covers her face feeling embarrassed. "I can't believe you asked that."

Josh just laughs. "OK, you guys do what you want to do then."

"Have you had a black cock before?" Marcus asked Joan.

Joan nods her answer.

"But not as big as yours," Josh said.

Joan shook her head. "Will you be quiet?" She said laughing.

"Is that true?" Marcus asked.

"Well he showed me your picture and it does look bigger." Joan answers.

"That's why I picked you because she said so." Josh said. "Show us what you got Marcus."

Marcus stood up and took off his shirt and then starts to remove his pants beside Joan.

Joan pretends not to be interested but couldn't notice the semi hard black cock sprang out of his boxers as he slid it down.

"What do you think of that?" Josh asked.

"Will you just be quiet, you're only ruining the mood," Joan complains to Josh.

"Your turn," Marcus said and assists Joan off the sofa before sitting down.

Joan faces Marcus and starts to unbutton her blouse and then unhooks the clasp of her bra in front of her chest and slowly slid the blouse and bra off her shoulders.

Marcus stares at her breast. It's not too big and too small just perfect. It looks firm with its pink nipples pointing.

Joan unzips the zipper behind her waist and slid her skirt and panty down her legs at the same time. Tosses the clothes aside and stood with her legs apart in front of Marcus.

Marcus could not believe the sight standing in front of him. Seeing Joan's smooth little cunt with just a thin small patch of pubic hair above its slit made his cock twitch to life. He reaches forward and places his hand by her hips and pulls her closer. He ran his hands up and down her smooth legs and leans forward to kiss her belly.

Joan closes her eyes as she felt Marcus' hand slip between her legs and slowly caresses her inner thigh.

Josh continues to record the scene in front of him as he attempts to remove his pants as his cock starts to ache begging to be released from its confines.

"This is the nicest pussy I've ever seen." Marcus comments as he ran his middle finger against her slit.

Joan looks down as she spreads her legs a little wider to see Marcus' fingers spread her pussy lips and with its middle finger slid inside her.

"Oh this is really tight!" and he looks up at Joan.

Joan smiles down at him and gasps as she felt his finger went deeper inside her. She even felt her own cunt juice flow out and actually see it flow down his finger to his palm.

"You are one hot little beauty."

Joan looks at Josh with the camera aimed at her pussy with Marcus' hand. She's really getting horny and just seeing her son practically directing the video and Marcus' huge cock right below her. She thought of how it felt the first time Harry penetrated her and the different sizes of cock she had before but his is much bigger and fatter than anyone. She's getting excited but with a little concern. She probably went over the edge with this deal with her son but she's glad he didn't pick the freaky cocks she saw. Its time to give her son the show he wanted to see.

Josh watches Joan on the LCD display of the camcorder as she took hold of Harry hand and pushes it aside and she knelt between its legs. She took Marcus' hard cock which she couldn't do with one hand because of its girth but she strokes it up and down a few time before her other hand joins in. She looks at the camcorder for a brief moment and stares back down at this huge cock while she strokes it with both hands. "This cock is so huge, I don't know if I could take it," she said teasingly.

"Go ahead and suck it," Josh suggested as he focus in on her face.

Joan leans forward and attempted to engulf its cock head, stretching her mouth to accommodate it. She starts to bob her head but managed to get only a couple of inches of its length in her mouth. 

"Take it easy. Slow. Just play with it." Marcus whispered to her.

Joan sucks and licks its head as if it's a lollipop, taking her time, just playing with it as he suggested while her hand rubs its length.

Josh made sure he had a good shot of Joan's face and Marcus' cock before he pause the camcorder and set it on the tripod, made some adjustment before joining the two on the sofa. He took Joan by the hips and coaches her to lie across the sofa so he could get his head between her legs.

Joan stood up but didn't let go of Marcus' cock and sat sideways with her head on top of Marcus' abs. She spread her left knee up with the right leg hanging on the edge of the sofa.

Marcus watches Josh starts to lick Joan's wet cunt. Slowly its tongue tracing her partly spread cunt lips and to her clit. He heard Joan let out a faint moan before sucking his cock head once more. He then slid his hand on her shoulder, down to her side and to her breast, then gently squeezes and fondles it.

Josh took a look at the scene above his head while he maintains pressure on Joan's clit with his tongue. He wonders if his mother could actually take this guys cock as he observes this black huge cock overwhelming Joan's small mouth and beautiful face. He couldn't wait to see how she will handle it and see her face.

Joan continues to suck and lick Marcus' cock, concentrating mostly on its head. She would practically nibble it with her lips under her teeth. She then licks it with the tip of her tongue just under its cock head.

Marcus is having such pleasure from Joan's sucking that he don't want it to stop but seeing Josh eat her cute little cunt made him want to try for himself. "How about changing positions there Josh?"

Josh looks up and smiles as he stands up from between her legs, "Sure, my dicks aching for some action."

Joan gave Marcus' cock a quick few jerk before letting it go and watches him stand up. She moves to her back and stretches her leg for a relief from the strain.

Marcus took her hand and gently pulls her to a sitting position and makes her slide towards the arm rest. He then grab by the hips and pulls it towards the edge as he kneels in front of her.

Joan spread her legs as she slouches on the sofa and then felt Marcus' hands against the back of her legs and pushes them up and out exposing her mound with out any obstruction.

Josh just finished repositioning the tripod in time to focus on Joan's spread pussy as Marcus starts to fondle it with its fingers, running its middle finger on her slit till it slowly disappears and heard Joan gasp and moan as he widens the view to where he will be.

"You are so tight and wet." Marcus comments as he slowly finger fuck Joan's cunt.

Josh went beside the sofa and leans his thighs against the armrest with his cock perfectly aligned at Joan's face. "I think my nuts going to blow just seeing like this."

Joan opens her eyes and saw the cock beside her face. She took it with one hand and strokes it a few times before she tugs it to her mouth.

Josh moves his hips forward, pushing his cock inside his mother's mouth. He pushes till half of his cock is in before pulling out to its head.

Joan starts to bob her head and suck her son's cock when she felt Marcus' tongue touch her clit with his finger still inside her. She let out another muffled moan and pauses for a second before starting to suck Josh once more.

Marcus licks Joan's clit with the tip of his tongue while he slowly slides his middle finger in and out of her cunt. He couldn't believe how tight and pretty her cunt is. He then slid his finger completely out and starts to slide his tongue up and down her opening, tasting and smelling the unusual sweet aroma of her mound.

Joan's having trouble concentrating on giving her son a blow-job because of the pleasure that her cunt is experiencing especially when she felt Marcus' tongue went deeper than anyone else and with his lips pressing against her pussy lips and its surrounding. She slips Josh's cock out of her mouth when she felt Marcus' tongue starts to dart in and out of her cunt. "Oh my God!" she said in a soft voice.

Josh got more excited seeing his mother's face in pleasure that he thought he would come right then as her grip got tighter on his cock. He looks down at Marcus, "She's coming!"

Marcus senses Joan's bottom starts to move and wiggle as if attempting to grind her mound to his mouth. He presses his face harder on her mound and starts to move his face up and down her cunt, grinding and licking her cunt with his long tongue the best he can.

For the first time Josh notice his mother's beautiful face in such an erotic and orgasmic state, pure and clear that pushes his own orgasm to its brink without Joan's help. He guides his stiff cock to her open mouth and thrust it inside her which she engulfs and starts to suck it as he fuck her mouth.

Joan's muffled moans could still be heard by both men and Josh continues to thrust his cock in and out of her mouth while Marcus leaks and grinds her cunt till she tenses up and her body starts jerking which Josh releases his own cum inside her mouth.

Marcus didn't stop and just held her legs wide apart, engulfing, and slobbering all over Joan's mound as she releases her cum into his mouth. He loves seeing women's face as they cum and he can't wait to see her beautiful face when she reacts to his cock. 

Josh strokes his shaft a few times as he releases the last drop of his cum into Joan's mouth. He felt her suck its head hard and made a popping sound as he pulls it out completely.

Both men watches Joan slid her hands between her legs as soon as Marcus releases them. She closes her legs pinning her hands as she inhales a deep breath.

"I love the taste of your cum. That is really something." Marcus comments as he wipes his face with his arm.

"I don't know about you but I can't wait to see that black meat of yours inside that little pussy." Josh said.

Joan took a quick look at her son and was surprised to hear him talk like that. It seems like he's different in some way. She decides to play along and show him what he wants to see and hear, just like all men, play innocent. "I think I can't take such a big cock." She said. as she took hold of Marcus' cock in front of her.

"How about riding his cock?" Josh suggests as he took the camcorder off the tripod.

Joan watches her son aim the recorder at her as she took hold of Marcus' huge hard cock in front of her with one hand, sliding it up and down its shaft. Her other hand joins in, caressing its entire length.

Josh couldn't believe the effect of Marcus' black cock against Joan's small white hands with her petite frame at the background.

Joan thought that Marcus' cock is much the same as Big Dan's in girth but looks a little longer, so it seems. She'll find out soon she said to her self. She grips its shaft with both hands and gave its few hard strokes before standing up from the couch.

"Sit down big boy, time to give my man a show." She said. to Marcus in a whisper.

Marcus sits on the couch and slouches over and positions his butt cheek by the edge while Joan turns around and spreads her legs as she backs up placing his knees between hers. He reaches over placing his hands on her hips as to support her.

Joan felt Marcus' cock slip on her mound as she backs up and sprung in front of her mound between her thighs. She fell back, sitting on Marcus' six-pack and his pole resting against her tummy. She straightens up and presses the huge cock against her front, feeling its warmth against her skin. She caresses it once more and slid her palms up and down its underside.

Josh could just swallow his breath from the sight of the huge black cock between his mother's thighs that seems to be too big for her small frame. He could see that she couldn't mount it with her feet on the floor. As if reading his thoughts, he watches her feet came off the floor one at a time as she planted them on the couch next to Marcus' hips.

Joan positions herself on top of Marcus as she reaches between her bent knees and took hold of its cock with one hand and the other on the armrest to steady herself as she lower her mound. She felt his hands perhaps to assist her on her hips. She bit her lower lip as its cock head touches her slightly parted pussy lips and rubs its tip against her opening, spreading her cunt juice all over till it felt slick enough for her.

Marcus couldn't explain the excitement he's feeling as he watch and feel his cock rub against Joan's wet opening. He wants to pull her down and shove his cock inside her but he controls himself and let her do her thing.

Joan holds her breath as she felt her pussy begins to stretch as Marcus' cock head starts to slip inside her. She uses her weight to practically sit on its pole and finally let out an audible gasp as it enters her completely. She let go of his cock and places her hands on top of his hands on her hips. She took a quick glance at Josh and sees him where she expects him to be.

Josh saw Joan close her eyes and her mouth opens up and couldn't believe how beautiful and erotic his mother looks. He zoomed in at the lower part of her body and watch Marcus' cock slowly disappear as it slid slowly inside her. It stops a quarter of the way and slid out about an inch or less, and sees the spot where it stops because it glistens with her juice, before it starts to slide back inside her and pass the mark. He watches it up to what it looks like its half way point when he heard her.

"My gosh, oh my gosh, it's so biiiiig!" She gasps for Josh.

"How is it going Marcus?" Josh asked from behind the recorder.

"Oh man, she really felt tight!" Marcus answers. "Oh baby, don't stop." He said. to Joan.

Joan felt pressure from Marcus' hands pulling her down. She continue using her weight to lower her mound on his black pole and didn't stop till she moans once more as it hit the end of the tunnel. She pause a couple of seconds before she starts to move up to just below its head and down once more in one motion without stopping and in a slow phase as if it's in slow motion.

Josh could feel his cock get hard watching is mother's cunt stretched and filled by this huge black cock and admired the puffy look of her mound and its sides pushed aside especially when she leans back exposing her swollen clit.

Marcus helps Joan by supporting her by the waist as she leans back towards him while she supported her upper body with her arms propped against the backrest.

Joan begins to slowly slide her body up and down to start riding Marcus' cock. Both men could hear her exotic and mesmerizing moans with every down stroke of her body that fills her tight cunt. She starts in a slow rhythm and starts to pick up as she gets use to its girth.

Marcus held Joan's lower body in place as his cock slide in and out of her cunt. He couldn't believe how wonderful her cunt feels as it grips his shaft tight and hard. He even let out a soft moan and a grunt of his own as she starts to pick up the phase of her movement.

Joan moans and gasps as she felt the fullness of her cunt. She continues on till she felt her thigh and leg muscles starts to burn.

Josh notices Joan begins to pause and starts again after repositioning her feet or arms. Perhaps she's getting tired of the awkward position and were confirmed when he watches her slump down on top of Marcus as her legs and arms gave in.

Marcus' hands slip down under Joan's thighs and pulls them up and out, spreading them and starts to pump his cock in and out of her cunt the best he can as she lie on top of him.

Joan raises her upper body to give Marcus more room to move and feels more of his length though not as much as when she's the one working it.

Marcus' feels more pressure from the underside of his shaft that makes his pleasure a little stronger and in turn felt his orgasm building up faster than he wants it to be. He stops and pauses a few seconds for his pleasure to subside before giving her cunt a couple of thrust that made her moan before pushing her hips up and pulling his cock out completely. He slide off from under Joan and stood in front of her, reaches down and takes her hand and assists her off the couch.

Joan turns and bends over the couch as she felt Marcus' hands turns her from the waist and gently lays his hand on her back. She positions herself bent over exposing her mound from behind. She notices that she's a little lower than Marcus' cock so she knelt on top of the couch and supporting her upper body on the backrest.

Marcus positions himself behind Joan with his cock in one hand. He guides his black huge cock on her opening and with a little effort pushes his cock head inside her. He heard her soft moan that made her smile. He then slips his hands to her waist and pulls her towards him as he thrust his hip forward.

Joan closes her eyes and bit her lower lip as she feels her cunt stretch and spread her cunt walls to accommodate Marcus' huge black cock. She held her breath as she felt the fullness of her cunt about to reach its end and felt relief as it starts to slide out of her and felt relief but it didn't last as it starts to slide in once more.

Marcus starts to fuck Joan in slow short stokes for a few seconds and went a little deeper after every few thrust till he feels her comfort zone and starts to pick his phase in short strokes. He watches her head against the backrest with her hands attempting to grab hold of its covering but he loves, most of all, hearing her soft moans with every thrust he made.

Joan's trying to relax and concentrate but the pressure of Marcus' cock allover her cunt walls were too much that the pleasure within her seems to build up quicker than she wants to. It even got worst when he starts to thrust his cock in different angles that presses every sensitive spots that lines her cunt. She couldn't deny the pleasurable feeling it gives her when suddenly Marcus thrust his cock all the way inside her unexpectedly that made her squeal.




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Marcus gave Joan a firm grip by the waist and thrust his cock all the way once more and holds it in.

Josh heard Joan squeal for the second time and watches her mouth wide open as if she wants to scream. Her face shows the sign of pain or the other but she looks beautiful he thought.

Joan releases her breath and let out a moan as Marcus starts to make a circling motion with his hips, grinding his front against her ass cheeks. Her head slid down further against the backrest, "Oh my God! Ahhhhh, Unnnng!" she moans softly.

Marcus withdrew to its halfway point after and pauses for a few seconds for Joan to catch her breath before starting to fuck her once more in slow short phase till he hears her soft moans once more and picking up the phase. Once in a while he will thrust his cock a little deeper that rewards him with a much louder gasp from Joan.

Joan's starts to get use the huge cock that's been sliding in and out of her tight cunt and the pleasurable feeling she had seems to creep back within her and after a minute or so, she could feel her orgasm about to explode. She tries to control it and to relax but she failed as she releases her cum juices. She let out a soft grunt as she releases her orgasm and tries her best not to show it.

Marcus felt Joan's cunt tighten against his shaft with a squeezing feeling and it confirms his thoughts when he saw the white streak of thick fluid against his shaft as it slid in and out of her cunt. He made a scooping move with his cock as he thrust it all the way and scooping it all the way out. His cock sprang out, glistening with Joan's cum and thrust it back in as quickly. He starts to fuck her in short fast strokes till he felt his orgasm approaching and pulls out of her completely just in time for him not to ejaculate.

Joan sucks in a breath as she felt Marcus' cock slip out so quick like suction. She felt his cock bounce against the lower part of her back and before she could look, she felt his hands pushing her waist to the side and she turns to a sitting position and he pulls her bottom towards the edge. She slouches on the couch and spreads her legs as Marcus positions in between.

Marcus smiles down at Joan as she spread and lifts her knees to the sides. She reaches between her thighs and took hold of the huge cock with both hands and guides it to her opening. She lets go of it as she felt its head starts to part her pussy lips and raises her hands above her head and tries to grab hold of something.

Josh move in and made sure he got a shot of Marcus' cock sticking out of Joan's cunt like a black pole. Her petite frame made his cock look even bigger that will make anyone wonder if she could actually get it all inside her with out tearing her apart.

Marcus hooks his hands on her thighs and pulls her slightly to meet his thrust. Inch after inch his cock starts to penetrate her once more, taking his time, feeling the tightness of her cunt against his shaft sliding further inside her.

Joan closes her eyes and her mouth partly open, she arches her back as she felt her cunt stretch to its limit once more and filling every cavern of her pussy. She tries to ignore the pleasure with no success especially when it starts to slide in and out of her in short slow strokes.

Josh and Marcus watches Joan's body twist and hears her moans with every thrust of Marcus' cock. Her body shivers as he thrust his cock further than before and grunts as he presses his front against her mound and held it there for a few seconds before he starts to fuck her once again in a faster phase.

Marcus repeatedly thrust his cock all the way inside Joan after every few thrust and after a few minutes, Joan's body starts to tense and her breathing becomes faster. Her moans start to get a little louder and he even felt her cunt got even tighter as if sucking his cock.

Josh notice her mother's body jerk a little a couple of times as she bit her lower lip and he couldn't but notice the white gooey streak against Marcus' black shaft as it slip in and out of her swollen cunt.

Marcus couldn't believe his own pleasure about to explode after seeing and feeling Joan releases her cum. He held it as long as he could as he continues to fuck her till he couldn't hold it much longer. He pulls out of her and move almost on top of Joan, his cock went straight to her mouth.

Joan were about to open her mouth when she felt Marcus' cum against her lips and cheek. She opens her mouth and clasps her lips around its head receiving the rest of it's cum inside her mouth.

Josh's cock got even harder, sticking out in front of him, bouncing up and down like a springboard as he moves around filming the erotic scene on the couch. He watches Marcus' cock pop out of Joan's mouth and down to her cunt once more and shoved it inside her, gave her a couple of thrust before holding it inside her once more. He lowers himself on top of Joan and embraced her pulling her body against his. Joan wraps her legs around his lower back and hugs him back.

Marcus gives Joan a kiss on the neck and makes a circling motion with hips; his pubic hair rubs her small thin patch of pubic hair.

Joan lets out a moan and a gasp as she throws her head back. "Ohhh. Ahhhh."

Marcus eases up and raises his body and withdrew his still hard cock when Joan's legs fell back down on the couch. "Oh man! You are really something." He said., looking down at her.

Josh turns the camera off and put it aside. His cock felt like hard as steel and begging for attention. He takes Marcus place between Joan's legs and lowers himself, guides his steel hard cock on her opening.

Joan moves to lie down on the couch lengthwise taking Josh on top of her. She gasps as his cock slid completely inside her, and felt how hard it is.

Marcus steps aside and sits on the chair across from the couch and starts to gently rub his cock while he watches Josh take his turn, now practically on top of Joan.

Joan looks up at her son. "You're satisfied now?" she whispered to Josh.

"Totally, thanks mom." Josh whispered back next to her ear as he begins to thrust in and out of her. "I afraid I'll come really soon." He adds.

"I could tell. It really feels hard." Joan said and raises her knees, giving Josh more room.

It didn't take long when Josh starts to thrust fast and deep. "I'm coming." He whispered.

After a couple of thrust and deep inside her, Joan feels her son's warm cum starts to flood her pussy. His cum shots out so hard and felt every squirt inside her.

Marcus sees the white fluid starts to seep out of between Joan's pussy lips and Josh's shaft. He hasn't actually seen it up close and it really turns him on so much. He stood up as Josh got up, "I hope you don't mind to have another last shot with your girl?" He asked while he massages his cock head.

Josh looks at Joan and then back to Marcus. "It's really up to her."

Marcus looks down at Joan, which she just finished wiping her mound. "I'm really worn out."

"It would really be a quick one." Marcus said., almost begging. "Just want to cum inside you, want to know how it feels like."

"You're kidding?" Josh asked and saw the seriousness on Marcus' face. He looks down at Joan and gives her the look and a grin.

Marcus saw Joan smiles and scoops her off the couch, carries her to the bed and lay her on top.

Joan spreads her legs and stretches her arms to the sides as if she's going to brace from the evident.

Marcus hooks Joan's legs with both arms and moves practically on top of Joan, taking her legs behind the knees resting against his arm. He aims his cock on her opening and it slides inside her up to its hilt in one thrust.

Joan gasps and lets out a moan as Marcus' cock impales her. She holds her breath for a brief moment and starts to moan as soon as his cock starts to slide in and out of her wet slick pussy. "You really haven't come inside?"

"Well, I had protection on when I did." Marcus said.

Joan contracts her cunt muscles, squeezing Marcus' shaft as if teasing him. "It's really feels different with out it."

"I bet it is. I cant' wait to fill you up with my cum." Marcus said. to Joan.

Marcus couldn't still believe the tightness of Joan's pussy. She's the tightest cunt he's ever had. He fucks her in full deep thrust and hard enough for Joan to make moan. The thought of coming inside Joan's pussy really took him into the brink of orgasm and with one last deep thrust; he releases his cum deep inside her. He could feel his cum race through the length of his shaft and out to its pee hole like a pressure hose. "Ahhhhh!" He moans as squirt after squirt it fills her.

Marcus couldn't believe the feeling, the warm feeling that engulfs his entire shaft. He couldn't describe it but he love every seconds of his cock buried in side Joan's tight cunt.

Joan meets Marcus thrust as she feels her orgasm building up, trying to catch up with his. Her orgasm was almost at its brink when she feels the warm sensation of cum deep inside her. She hears his moan at the same time.

Marcus rolls off Joan to his back on top of the bed, "Mannn! That was awesome."

"Like that huh?" Joan asked with a smile.

"Like it? That's an under statement if I could describe it." Marcus answers back. He looks at the time on clock on top of side table. "Hate to say it but I got to get on the road."

Josh watches Marcus head for the bathroom grabbing its clothes on the way. He went to the bed and sat next to his mother. "If I didn't see it I wouldn't believe it."

"Wouldn't believe what?"

"That you managed to get that whole thing inside you."

Joan playfully slaps Josh on its back. "Shut up."

"Does it hurt?"

"At first, then it's a matter of getting used to it."

Josh leans over and gives Joan a kiss. "Thanks mom. This is really something." He whispered.

"You are welcome sweetie. Just remember what we talked about."

Marcus shows up from the bathroom all dressed up. Josh still naked went to meet him and walks him to the door. 

"Thanks." Josh said and offers a handshake.

Marcus shook hands with Josh, "No. I should thank you. She's really something; I won't mind having her again. You know what I mean?"

"I believe I do." Josh smiled. "I got your number."

Marcus blew a kiss to Joan before walking out the door. Josh closed the door behind him and practically ran towards the bed, jumping on top like a kid and crawled on top of Joan.

"What about a quick one, mom?"

Joan felt her son's hard cock rubbing against her inner thighs. "OK but we need to be home tonight."

Josh fucked his mother but with the thoughts of his sister, Tammy, filled his head and with Marcus' huge cock.



Innocence Lost Ch. 16



In Which Gryphon teaches Innocence and Chastity in a college of Further Education; and develops a particular affection for the attractions of Chastity. 

Gryphon had enjoyed her work as a school-teacher and it was a great disappointment for her when it became clear that she would have to seriously consider a move to another institution - and as there was such a shortage of suitable places in the district, it had to be to the local college. The job suited her as she was able to indulge in both of her passions: body-building and sex for which her positions as Physical Education and Sex Education teacher gave her plenty of opportunity to practise both. As a P.E. teacher, she could stay as fit as she could, using the school's training equipment while at the same time instructing her pupils in how to build up their bodies. 

It was true that few of them were at all as interested in developing bodies as muscular and awesome as her own, but those who did were given every chance for extracurricular activity as she prolonged her working out in the school gym until quite late in the evening. Gryphon loved that hot burning sensation that came after a long session which told her that she had once again pushed her muscular frame to its limits of physical endurance. It particularly gratified her that in her school all Physical Education was done in the nude and she had full opportunity to revel in the presence of the naked bodies of her pupils. She particularly enjoyed outdoor sports on chilly days when her pupils' nipples were stiff and erect from the cold.

The school was a Topless Girls' school where the required uniform was a skirt, knickers, socks and shoes, and nothing else. Some of the older girls - the prefects - wore scarves around their necks but otherwise nothing hid the girls' beautiful newly-formed breasts and their slim waists and shoulders. The sex classes were particularly good for Gryphon, although, of course, this wasn't where Gryphon had the opportunity to enjoy sex with the pupils. 

The practical sex was provided by the male Sex Education teachers, who would fuck her in front of the class towards the end of the year - when the subjects relating to sexual organs and theory had been thoroughly covered. In a way, this was the least satisfying part of the Sex Education course as Gryphon had less interest in having sex with men than with young girls for which she reserved the greatest passion. She adored the bodies and sexual innocence of the younger girl, and always cursed the restrictions put on her that prevented her doing more than touching their smooth vaginas when demonstrating how their organs worked.

Her fingers could open wide the vagina of the lucky student chosen to sit in front of the class for demonstration, but hers was the only vagina she was permitted to probe around more physically - pushing her fingers or a dildo deep inside them. She wasn't even permitted to allow the girls to put their fingers inside. However, in front of a class of beautiful young topless girls she needed little stimulation to excite her when she was demonstrating masturbation and the joys of the female orgasm.

However, she didn't lack sex with the pupils and this is what hastened her departure from the school. Not all her colleagues appreciated the licence that she took with pupils who assented to seeing her after class in her study or who agreed to extra-curricular sex studies away from the school. However, she wasn't the only teacher who took such advantage of her wards - though most of the others were men or older women who had somehow kept it far more discreet than she'd managed. 

There was no shortage of girls volunteering for her sexual attentions - although Gryphon hoped that it wasn't solely for the better grades this activity guaranteed them. She hoped that at least some of them enjoyed their passionate love-making in the gym late at night, in the school showers or in the tiny study behind the Sex Education Laboratory. She enjoyed running her hands and tongue over their small or sometimes unformed breasts. She loved to pull down their knickers and skirt - often leaving the socks and shoes on, even though she was always totally naked - and apply her fingers and tongue to their lower orifices. She loved it when they rubbed their bodies against her, and particularly when they could be persuaded to try on one of her extensive collection of dildos, strapped securely around the buttocks, and then thrust again and again deep into her moist and excited cunt. What pleasure could be greater than this! she would muse as once again the sweat of her body would mix with that of her pupil, and the never limpid dildo thrust as deep into her as the selected specification allowed.

Sometimes, she and other teachers would enjoy the pleasure of their pupils at each others' homes. Some of the male teachers - particularly the Maths and Physics teachers - were particularly keen on practising at home the traditional disciplinary rôles otherwise denied them in the liberal forward-seeking environment of a topless girls' school. They would take pleasure - and disturbingly, the victims as well, - in punishing the pupils for their school-time misdemeanours with slaps on the buttocks or even with a cane. Some of these girls never seemed satisfied until their buttocks were red and raw, black and blue, from the beatings that they received. The more harshly they were treated, it seemed, the more passionate the subsequent love-making. It often seemed to Gryphon, who joined in this practice without great enthusiasm, that the girls relished the punishment they were getting as their just deserts for the extra grades they were undoubtedly going to gain.

The headmistress was one of those, and the only woman, who took pleasure out of this species of activity, and visits to her home usually entailed the pleasurable company of several pupils. These were particularly passionate evenings for Gryphon - especially as the headmistress took more pleasure from punishing the pupils than from having sex afterwards. On occasions Gryphon's muscular body would be fawned over by three or four pretty girls - often not yet teenagers - while the headmistress would watch from the sofa exercising her cunt with a cane or even the end of a whip. Even Gryphon thought that the headmistress abused her position of authority as she felt sure that not all the pupils had volunteered for such ill-treatment or had probably not been fully aware of the extent of her peculiar tastes.

However, Gryphon's departure was determined when the headmistress left after a scandal involving not one of the pupils, but the parent of one whose daughter had never participated in any of these activities (and who consequently had to struggle hard to achieve anything like the grades of her more sexually active and indiscriminate class-mates). Gryphon never really found out all the details, but the husband of this parent was extremely incensed and the headmistress had to leave for another district a long way away. She speculated that perhaps the parent had been beaten like many of the pupils and the evidence of this had been sufficient cause for complaint.

Nevertheless, the new headmistress, a small woman with very small breasts (which she kept as revealed as those of her pupils), was not at all sympathetic to staff who took liberties with their pupils. Several of the previous headmistress's closest friends were given a very severe dressing down, as she delved into the discrepancies between the pupils' grades and their ability. Gryphon kept a low profile, knowing that the marks that she gave them (especially in Sex Education) were remarkably consistent with their actual abilities. However, the new headmistress made sufficiently frequent references to Gryphon about how she'd been implicated in the sexual exploitation of her wards, for her to know that her departure wouldn't be too unwelcome.

And so it was, that Innocence's and Chastity's first day as students at King's College for Further and Technical Education was also Gryphon's first day as a College Lecturer in Physical Education and General Studies. Gryphon's greatest disappointment was that the students were of both genders and that they were mostly older than those she'd been teaching before. She was also disappointed that the pupils here were not topless by policy - although several students were so by choice. And, in some cases, were substantially more than topless. But at least she was still teaching, and the College Gym was actually a great deal better equipped than the one at the school.

Chastity was a student in one of Gryphon's P.E. classes and from the beginning she suspected that this was a girl particularly amenable to extra-curricular sex. She watched Chastity with particular interest from her first day at school - particularly noticing the intimacy she enjoyed with another very pretty girl, with blonde shoulder-length hair and a fairly conservative wardrobe of blouses, skirts and plimsolls. Chastity wore her hair in short plaits and also chose to wear a blouse and skirt most of the time - but her blouse was almost always undone often allowing her breasts to fall out and Gryphon spotted that she never wore knickers underneath her flared skirt. She was slightly disturbed when she learnt that Chastity's close companion was not a girl-friend, but in fact her sister. There was nothing about their behaviour together that suggested that they didn't have a healthily intimate relationship.

She noticed that Chastity was fairly indiscriminate in her choice of partners, flirting with both the boys and the girls, and often to be found cuddling or kissing with one or the other with total disregard to what others might think. This gave Gryphon some hope of sexual satisfaction, as she had not as yet built up any sexual relationships with any of her students. She had had sex with a couple of her male colleagues, but this really didn't give her the satisfaction that she craved. She knew that her very muscular frame, with muscles much larger than those of any other member of staff, was of great fascination to others at the school and she enjoyed demonstrating the superiority of her physical strength over others. So much for the weaker sex! But however hard and frantic the lovemaking, however many times she enticed her colleagues to ejaculate over her firm, unlined torso, letting the semen intermingle in the oils in which she habitually greased herself to accentuate the ripples and contours of her muscles, however many men she allowed to fuck her at the same time, it was the company of young girls that she most longed for.

She made passes towards some of the prettier, more immature looking girls after P.E. classes while everyone was still naked, or after General Studies lessons, but these were always misinterpreted as just kind or helpful statements and never led beyond an innocent pet on the cheek or the caress of a naked behind. Gryphon longed for more passionate encounters, where she could feel the sting of fresh saliva on her face after a young girl's licks and kisses. She longed again to hold a slim body in her arms while thrusting again and again with her dildo into the child's anus, and to watch the shivers of pleasure rack the young frame. It was somehow easier at the Topless Girls' school where there had been a long tradition of intimate staff-pupils relations, than here where students had come from such very different backgrounds and more often than not had had no suspicion that there was more to be had from their teachers than just pedagogical instruction.

She guessed that Chastity knew well enough of the potentials for better staff-student relations, and this was well illustrated after a Cross Country run which she'd been leading and had effortlessly stayed ahead. She'd almost regretted being ahead - although the competitive side of her character wouldn't allow for anything different - as she'd missed seeing the girls (and, incidentally, boys) running along naked in the midday sun, a sight that always gave her considerably erotic satisfaction. She'd showered and was practising with weights in the Gym, admiring the muscles swelling in her forearms and wrists as she lifted the weights up and down in mechanical rhythm. Soon she'd reached her present target for lifting weights, and with sweat trickling down her face, into her eyes, through the blonde mess of her short hair and down the thick muscles of her neck, she made her way into the changing rooms to have a shower.

She was alerted to Chastity's presence in the shower by the sound of serious panting and an occasional gasp. Inquisitive as always, Gryphon crept slowly into the shower where the water was still gushing, to see Chastity with another girl. Gryphon paused breathlessly when she recognised Chastity, but also at the sight of the girl who was one for whom she'd reserved particular affection. She was a very slim girl, with a very young body. She barely had breasts at all and certainly no curves to betray her sixteen years. She was also a girl that Gryphon had always considered a lost hope, as she carried around with her an air of untouchable innocence that the teacher believed from previous experience was utterly insurmountable. And yet here she was - a conquest of this sluttish student - enjoying absolutely Chastity's fingers probing deep inside her cunt and her teeth nibbling at her tiny precise nipples. 

Gryphon stood at the corner of the shower room, transfixed by the sight and the girl's passionate cries. Then she noticed Chastity was looking at her, and smiling while her teeth and mouth wandered away from the nipples and towards the girl's earlobes. When Gryphon betrayed her emotion with a blush, Chastity grinned broadly and then theatrically inserted her middle finger into the girl's anus. The girl started slightly, her taut buttocks slightly tightening with recognition of the invasion, but any complaints she might have were muffled by Chastity's tongue which burrowed deep into her mouth. Gryphon stood fascinated, watching the warm water of the shower cascading over the naked girls while Chastity's fingers stimulated the girl from front and rear. Half of her wanted to be invited to join and another half felt uncharacteristically embarrassed and just wanted to run away.

It was the latter half that triumphed, and Gryphon wandered off to the Gym, where she sat by the vaulting horse and began frantically masturbating. She pictured again and again the image of Chastity inserting her finger deeper and deeper into the girl's arse, and she could picture further Chastity taking the girl's clitoris in her teeth and nibbling at it, while she ejaculated again and again, louder and louder, with her body shaking with passion with greater and greater abandon.

"Why hello there!" she suddenly heard. Gryphon looked up with a startled expression, her fingers moist with vaginal stimulation and her face contorted with the effort of imagination. "You seem to have enjoyed my making love with little Josie as much as I did."

Gryphon didn't know what to say. She looked up at Chastity's naked body, with her red-ribboned plaits just reaching her shoulders and still glistening with drops of water from the shower. She tried to articulate something, but Chastity bade her quiet with a forefinger to her mouth. "You have such a beautiful body, you know," she commented, placing her hands on Gryphon's shoulders as she sat below her on the matting. "Those triceps and biceps. All those curves and crevices. And such a lovely firm stomach. And so smooth! Almost to your tiny furry patch..." She kneeled down in front of her teacher and placed a hand on Gryphon's pubic hair and started stroking. "May I?" she asked, tweaking Gryphon's clitoris in her fingers. Her teacher could only nod.

And so it was that Gryphon struck up a sexual and romantic attachment to Chastity - the first time with a ward on almost equal terms. She wasn't able to maintain the status of superiority by rank and age that she managed so easily with other charges. Chastity was not in the slightest impressed by that - although she commented that she now knew how to improve her grades without studying. When Gryphon asked jealously whether this meant she was having sex with her other teachers, Chastity only smiled. Gryphon needn't have asked though, because she knew from conversations with her colleagues that almost all her male teachers and at least one other female teacher had also had sex with the girl. Her sexual promiscuity had given her quite a reputation in the school - but so many had received pleasure from her that she wasn't at all censured for it.

Chastity assured Gryphon that she was her favourite lover at the moment. She loved her body, with its mixture of feminine curves - the narrow waist, the full breasts, her little girl lost face - and masculine contours. She loved the firmness and strength of Gryphon's muscular thighs which could grip so tight they could squeeze all the breath out of her. And the muscles that Gryphon had trained in her pubic region and her buttocks that she could use to stimulate their lovemaking.

Chastity's sister, Innocence, remained a mystery to Gryphon. Although Chastity talked about her, she never mentioned anything about her sex life or sexual predilections. She heard that quite a while ago she had left home abandoning her education, and that now both she and Chastity were assiduously recommencing their education from where they'd left off. She was convinced by the sisters' kisses and caresses that the two of them enjoyed frequent sex with each. Often their sexual relations were made more than clear to her as the two might kiss tongue to tongue while Gryphon was looking on, but she never saw the two indulge in genital intimacy. Perhaps Chastity knew, as Gryphon belatedly realised, that her affection for Chastity had become a jealous love, and more than the thought of her beloved having sex with others made her feel distinctly upset.

To Be Continued...



Innocence Lost Ch. 16



Tammy and Nicole were chatting and laughing most of the time, catching up with their personal life. They don't get together as they used to since Nicole's mother passed away a few years ago. It's been a 3 years since they saw each other. Tammy decided to spend time at Nicole's home before she goes to college.

Nicole just turned 19 a couple of months ago, about 6 months older than Tammy. Her father just gave her a small pool party which comprised of school mates and neighbors. They didn't invite any relatives since so not to show favoritism among them since it's a last minute idea. But the truth was her father totally forgot it. She didn't really care much about it since he forgot it the past few years. He just felt guilty since it will be her last birthday to celebrate at home.

Tammy hardly saw her Uncle Don since she arrived but after he saw her and Nicole by the pool; he starts to hang around when he can. Nicole seems to notice it as well, she told her. She also noticed that he changed a bit physically. She remembers him athletically built and handsome just like her father (He's three years older than Drake but got married late). He gained a little weight and love handles but he's still attractive and very likable she thought.

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It's Tammy's third night at her cousin's and she's sleeping in Nicole's bedroom. She was supposed to use Brian's bedroom (Nicole's older brother who is away to college) but chose to sleep with Nicole to chit chat all night. They were talking about their school, prom, and boys which brought the topic of sex that Tammy started.

"So how big?" Tammy asked.

"What?"

"You know, how big is his penis?"

"Tam! I can't believe..."

"Why, it's just us?"

"It's not that. It doesn't sound right to..."

"Come on. I'll tell you my secret."

"You? Right!"

"Why, you think I don't have something to share?"

"Sweet Tammy, got something to say about sex?"

"I bet I had more experience than you!"

"Yeah right, how many?" Nicole teases.

Tammy looked up at the ceiling, "Five!"

Nicole was a bit surprised. "No way!"

"Yes way!"

"I don't believe you."

"What ever. Would you believe I had sex with an old man?"

"You're right, I don't believe you?"

"I got it on video."

Nicole drops her jaw in disbelief.

"What about you?"

"Huh?"

"How many boys did you fucked?"

"Uh, ummm..." Nicole struggled for an answer.

"Probably the only boyfriend you had. What's his name?"

"Shut up, Tam. OK, one, so what?"

Tammy sensed Nicole is getting upset. "Sorry."

There was silence for a few minutes before Nicole spoke again. "You're not kidding huh?"

Tammy lying next to Nicole and staring at the ceiling, "Nope." She answered.

"I can't imagine you doing such thing."

"I had sex with a black man too and a threesome."

Nicole playfully nudged Tammy, "Come on!"

"I'm not kidding!" Tammy said nudging Nicole in return.

They were nudging each other till it gets to tickling followed by giggling and laughter that filled the room.

"You got to tell me." Nicole said.

"Are you sure?"

"Pleeeeassse..."

Tammy smiled and giggled. She told her story about her sexual experiences with Rick, Harry, and Rob. She left some details about her mom, brother and father, perhaps she'll tell her in time.

Nicole listened intently and asks and comments along the way. "How big?"

Tammy made signs with her hands indicating length and girth size.

Nicole couldn't describe the feeling coming from her groin and between her legs as she listens and pictures everything in her thought.

"Gosh, Tam! It's really hard to imagine..."

"Like you haven't watched a fuck video." Tammy commented.

Nicole didn't respond.

"No way. You haven't seen one?"

Nicole made a face at Tammy.

"Did you think of watching one?"

"How can I? Just walk in video store and ask for one?"

Tammy thinks for a few seconds. "I bet Uncle got a stash of it in his room." She said as she stood up and heads for the door.

"I'm not going in there." Nicole said but Tammy went out the door with out even looking back. "Jeeeezzzz!" She exclaimed and went after Tammy.

Tammy peeked inside her Uncle's bedroom before she went in and looked around the bedroom; she noticed the French door and could see the pool outside. She noticed the entertainment center in front of the bed; opened the cabinet doors under the TV and looked inside. She closed it when she didn't see what she's looking for. She headed around the corner and went into the walk-in closet, opened and closed some drawers. She looked up and saw the stack of DVDs, paper backs, and magazines. She looked around and took a chair on the corner and used it as step. She grabbed a couple of the DVDs and examined it.

Nicole just showed up, "What are you doing?"

Tammy smiled down at Nicole and showed her the cover of one of the DVDs, "See?"

"You know he could show any minute?"

"He won't be home for another two hour or so. Jeeezzz, I don't leave here but I even know that. Check this out." Tammy said and handed Nicole the two DVDs and reached for another couple. "There are about ten more of these." She then took a book next to the DVDs and read the cover, "Oh Daddy Please...," and a nice drawing of a girl in short skirt sitting on a chair and a man standing in front, in a suit, reaching down between the girl's thighs and sweats dripping down his face.

Nicole looked at the DVDs that Tammy handed her, "18 Cummers" and pictures of young naked girls on one of the cover, "Teen, Sweet, and Ready" and a picture of a pretty young girl smiling and half naked.

Tammy was smiling as she looks through the rest of the books particularly the magazines titled "Incest Insiders."

Nicole heard her cousin giggled and saw her smiling down at her. "Why are you smiling now?"

"I believe your father got a crush on you."

"You are crazy."

"Is it crazy to see all this books and magazines about fucking a daughter?" Tammy commented and offered Nicole the paper back and magazine she was holding.

Nicole set DVDs on top a shelf next to her and took the stuff from Tammy, confirming what she just told her. She was about say something when Tammy handed another book, then another, another magazine. "Hold up!" she said as she struggles with the items that Tammy handed her.

Tammy stepped down off the chair and took a book and from Nicole, "Hmmm, let's see, 'Daddy's Little Girl' and look at the picture." She raised the book in front of Nicole's face and set it down after a few seconds. She took a magazine, "Hmmm, there's a topic here titled 'How I seduced my daughter', oh, and here's another..."

Nicole grabbed the magazine from Tammy, feeling embarrassed from her comments. "This doesn't mean anything other than..."

"Other than he's a pervert just like other men?" Tammy interjected. "Maybe the DVDs. What about this books about father and daughter stories? And don't forget about this?" Taking the magazine back from Nicole, "Maybe he didn't show it or attempted it but the thought of it definitely is there otherwise he won't have all these stuff."

Nicole could feel her face burn from embarrassment, Tammy's comments makes sense. "I still couldn't believe it." She said in a soft tone.

Tammy took the rest of the stuff from Nicole and off the shelf and put it back were it belonged. Tammy took picked one of the DVD and a magazine. She was about to step down when she noticed a card box with out a cover with a few photos visible sticking out from its top. She reached for a photo and looked at it and passed it on to Nicole.

Nicole saw herself in the picture by the pool in a two piece bikini top. She recognized it probably taken a few months after her 18th birthday. She felt a tap on her head and she saw Tammy handing her down a couple more pictures. This one was taken on her 19th birthday, at her pool party with some friends and neighbor, all in their bathing suit.

"You really looked good. I won't blame Uncle if he got a thing going for you." Tammy commented while looking at another picture.

"Thank." Nicole said and made face at Tammy when she handed the pictures back.

Tammy slipped the pictures back in the box and stepped down off the chair with a DVD and a magazine.

"What are you doing? He'll miss those!" 

Tammy opened the DVD case and took the disc out and returned the case. "He won't miss this," referring to the magazine, "there's quite few up there."

Nicole tried to stop Tammy but she's already out the closet and heading for the door. "Tammy, this is a bad idea!" She yelled as she followed after Tammy.

Tammy sat on the Nicole's bed and started flipping through the pages of the magazine.

"Come on Tammy you'll get us in trouble!" Nicole said and tried grabbing the magazine from Tammy.

Tammy brought the magazine to her back away from Nicole. "Let's just take a look real quick and I'll put it back."

"Put it back now!"

"The sooner you stop messing around and just relax, the sooner this thing goes back."

Nicole gave up and sat beside Tammy a little frustrated, "OK, hurry up and put it back before Dad get back."

The two cousins looked through the pages, scanning through it as quickly as possible only to take time at interesting topics to read a few comments and look at some pictures.

Tammy realized from looking through the magazine that her secret or family secret is not uncommon. Here in her hands the proof that she's not the only one who had sex with its father or brother. She's just surprised that such family reveals themselves publicly. She knew the names are changed but the photos?

Nicole was a bit surprised and couldn't believe what they are looking at. She then suggested to Tammy to return the magazine before it gets too late. She also tried to convince Tammy to return the disc but she refused.

"Let's just watch it real quick and I'll put it back right away." Tammy said before heading out the door and quickly returned the magazine.

The two watched the video in Nicole's bedroom and Tammy had the remote control. They commented on what they were watching but mostly Tammy did the commenting and questions. It's quite obvious that the two were getting horny watching the video and Nicole seems to be affected the most as she watched the cocks fucking those young pretty girls in different positions and odd sexual acts. "OK that's enough, Tam. Please return it now."

Tammy looked at her cousin and turned off the player, retrieved the disc and returned it. She was back in a few seconds and jumped on the bed next to Nicole. "So what do you think?" 

The two teen age girls giggled as they talked about sex. Nicole was a little reserved about it but her curiosity and feeling horny caught up with her. Tammy was taking it easy on her not to make her uncomfortable and actually have her do most of the questioning.

"Did they lick you down there?"

"Sure did. Your BF didn't do it?"

"Nope, he didn't do much, just straight fucking. We did just did it three times before we broke up and pretty much in a hurry afraid to get caught."

"Did you cum?"

"I'm not sure, I think so?"

"That's a no!"

"Shut up."

Tammy just looked at her cousin. "So you haven't sucked a cock either?"

"You liked it?"

"Not always. It's Ok I guess. It just turns me on when they're getting aroused when I do it to them, you know what I mean? Besides, I'm just returning the favor too."

"Is it really that good?"

"I like it. You want to try?"

Nicole was a bit shocked. "You mean..., have you done it?"

"No, but I want to try. What do you say?"

"It doesn't sound right, I mean, you're my cousin."

"Well, it would be just between us. I'm sure you won't tell, just because. Come on!" Tammy said as she went closer to Nicole and placed her hands on its legs.

Nicole was a little hesitant about Tammy's idea but didn't react on Tammy's advances particularly when she felt Tammy's hand started to caress her leg. "I don't know..." she started to say, half of her thoughts contemplating the morality of it all but the other half is the thought of the arousing feelings she's experiencing since watching the video and Tammy's story and comments. The familiar feeling emanating from her mound when she had sex with her BF was a strong feeling of desire at that moment that she couldn't explain.

Tammy slowly slid her hand up Nicole's legs and to its thighs. She watched the confused look of her cousin, she knew how she felt, remembering the first time she had sex with her brother, Josh.

Nicole was still contemplating the idea and was about to say something when she heard her father's voice.

"Anybody home?" Don shouted as he closed the front door behind him.

Tammy heard the voice as well and quickly pulled her hand off Nicole's thigh and stood up as if she's feeling guilty of getting caught.

Nicole stood up as well, and straightened her clothes, not that it needs it, and went straight for the door. She gave Tammy a quick funny look before opening it, "We're in here."

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Don just placed a brown paper bag on the dining table and saw the girls walking towards him. "I hope you gals are up for some Chinese food."

Nicole gave her father a kiss on the cheek and he gave her a hug in return.

Don looked at Tammy behind Nicole and spreads his arms, "Can I have a hug from my pretty niece?"

Tammy just smiled and hugged her Uncle. She felt him embraced her a little tighter she thought, almost lifting her off the floor.

Don felt Tammy's breast against his chest and smelled her wonderful and youthful scent. Its not that he can't get a date, in fact, there are quite few women that are attracted to him and even fucked some of them. But he missed his younger days when he was still single, his weekly night out particularly those hot dates when he and his brother Drake went in a double date and end up fucking the girls and even swapping or ending up in an orgy, with the exception of Joan. They managed to keep their escapades from her when she and Drake were going steady. He admits that he likes Joan and even thought of seducing her but he wouldn't dare ruin the relationship he have with his brother just for a girl but he's quite jealous of Drake for having such a wife. Those are the days he often thought of since his wife passed away and rarely talked about, its one of those secret pact between siblings.

Don often thought of how it would be like to screw a young woman once more particularly seeing young girls that are beautiful and with a body that any boy/man would die for. He got a few chances to ask such comparables but didn't perhaps because of the age differences. Then the unthinkable caught his obsession when his daughter celebrated her 18th birthday and gave her a pool party consisting of her closest friends in their bathing suits. His daughter is quite beautiful and has a great body and perhaps she's the closest young thing that's quite accessible but the morality issue is the only thing that limits him to its imagination. Then his niece comes in the picture that has an unexplainable aura that draws his hormones wild especially when he saw her with his daughter by the pool.

Nicole don't know why she felt jealous seeing her father embrace Tammy. Perhaps she saw the interest on her father's face and the way he embraced her cousin.

Tammy was surprised as well as her uncle drew her tight and the way he talked to her, nice and sweet.

"I rented some movies to watch. You could both join me if you got nothing planned."

Nicole looked at Tammy, and she made the same. They just shrugged their shoulders simultaneously and nodding their heads. "Sure!" they both said.

"Great! We'll eat dinner and perhaps catch up what's going on with your side" referring to Tammy's family, "then we'll watch in the family room."

"That's cool." Tammy said and Nicole nodded in agreement.

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Don got some updates from Tammy what his brother Drake, nephew, and sister as they ate their dinner. He also practically interviewed Tammy in regards to her social life; the only thing is to ask her directly about any boyfriend or sex.

Nicole could really sense that her father is practically hitting on his niece which made her more jealous.

After a few minutes when everyone seemed to be done with their share of the Chinese food, Don told the girls to get ready and while he cleans up the table and he'll meet them in the family room where they will be watching the movies.

The girls thanked Don and they went to Nicole's room. "Well, it seems like Dad got his eye on you" Nicole said to Tammy as she closed the door behind her.

Tammy didn't bother to disagree with Nicole because it's quite obvious what she's saying. "Maybe he's just making me feel at home."

"Yeah, right!" Nicole said but smiling.

"What are you snickering about?"

"Well at least we now know who he wants to fuck."

"I bet he would want to fuck you as much."

"Surrrrrre." Nicole said sarcastically.

"Just think about those things in his closet, it all leads to you."

"But he's interested on you now."

"I'm not his daughter." Tammy saw Nicole about to comment, "Sure I'm still his niece but I don't leave here."

They continued to chat back and fort about who wants to fuck who then Tammy said, "So you want to do it then?"

Nicole froze, "What?"

"Well, you seem to argue so much about it. So you are thinking of what I told you."

Nicole was about to answer when they heard a knock on the door.

"You guys ready yet!"

"We'll be out is a minute!" Nicole shouted back.

"OK, I'll change too. I'll meet you guys in the family room!"

Nicole made a funny face at Tammy. "What are you going to change to?"

Tammy got a sinister smile on her face. "Let's tease Uncle."

Tammy went to Nicole's dresser looking for something. Then she threw a short at Nicole and spread another in front of her.

"Gym shorts?"

"Short shorts with this or this." Tammy dropped the shorts and took out a tiny shirt (half of it seems to be missing) and another tiny top with a shoulder strap.

Nicole rolled her eyes and pointed at the pink tiny top.

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Don almost dropped his jaw when he saw the girls in their skimpy outfit. His daughter in her gym shorts that compliments her nice ass with a pink top that hugs her body and her nipples straining through its thin fabric. Tammy with almost identical shorts as Nicole's but different color and wearing a cut up shirt that shows her waist and midriff. They were standing by the big screen TV looking at the DVDs he rented. "Anything you want to watch first?"

Nicole raised the one she's holding.

"Go ahead and put it in. I'll get me beer. Anything you guys want?" He proceeded to the kitchen when he heard the girls said, "Nothing, thank you."

By the time he got back with a beer in hand. He saw the girls on the on the carpet floor lying side by side on their stomach just like kids with their feet crossed and swaying back and forth. The only difference is that these are beautiful young girls and their skimpy shorts hugs and reveals every curve and shape of their asses. He didn't say a thing and sat on the lazy boy right behind the girls.

Don was quiet the whole time the movie was playing but his eyes were not on the TV screen but on the two firm asses and lovely legs below of his daughter and niece. There are more instances that gave him the chance to see some skin just like Tammy's parts of her breast when she stretched side ways and her half shirt sort of slid up a bit and their lovely small hips. All he could do is admire Nicole and Tammy's beautiful body and wondered what these girls looked like with out their skimpy clothes.

The teasing beautiful young bodies were too much for him to bear and the crazy thoughts that ran through his mind with the two girls made his cock hard. It's been quite q while his cock is straining from his trousers and the wanting the feeling of relief deems to empower his groin. He decided to finally call it the night before he does something he would regret. "OK girls, I'm feeling tired. I'm going to bed."




Innocence Lost Ch. 16



The girls stood up as and gave Don a good night kiss. Tammy went to his right and Nicole to his right. He felt Tammy's breast rushed against his side as she gave him a kiss. Nicole gave him a kiss as well and gave him an unexpected hug. He swears he felt her thighs against his hard cock and quickly stepped back. "Good night. See you in the morning." He then quickly went towards his room. He heard the girls giggled just before he closed the door behind him.

"I'm going crazy!" He said to himself. He couldn't stand the thought of his daughter and niece was actually teasing him. More thoughts and images flashed to his mind. He sat on his bed with a rock hard cock, buried his face on his hands. Then he went to his night stand and picked up his cell phone and called his brother.

"Are you awake?"

"Don?"

"Yeah, it's me."

"You haven't called me for years."

"You know your daughter's spending the week before Nicole goes to college?"

"I thought it's only for the weekend?"

"You know those two, they haven't talked for years either and my daughter will be far away soon."

"So what gives?"

"I need you here tomorrow if possible. I just need to talk to you about something, its very important before I do something I'd regret."

"What are you talking about?"

"Just be here OK?"

"I need to take a flight."

"I'll pick you up and we could talk on the way to my place."

"Can you just tell me now?"

"I can't. I need your brotherly advice just like old times."

Drake seemed to pick up what his brother was talking about. "I'll call you as soon as I got my flight schedule."

Don went to his closet as soon as he put down the phone and took a couple of magazine from the top shelf and started reading while he slowly masturbates.

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Drake was a little bummed to leave Amy behind. He was looking forward for another night with her in bed but he hadn't heard from Don for such a long time. Tammy's staying with Don and he got a feeling that she got something to do with what his brother spoke about last night.

Don finally picked up Drake at the airport just after two in the afternoon and got about a forty-five minute drive and they talked about the early dating days when they're still young. Drake was reminded of the beautiful girls they went out with and he was quite pleased with their close relationship in spite of their age difference. Drake is the smooth talker and Don is the charmer, and both could get the girl/s they wanted to fuck most of the time.

"I still couldn't believe we managed to hide all the outings we've gone to from Joan." Drake commented.

"You almost got busted one time."

"Yeah, thanks to you."

Don didn't replied to keep it to himself how much he wanted to fuck Joan till now and the thoughts of seducing her behind his brother's back since he kept her for him self.

"So what is this important thing you wanted to talk about?"

Don looked at Drake for a brief moment and back on the road again. "What do you think about incest?"

Drake looked at Don and stared at him for a few seconds, to check how serious he really is.

"I just want to experience fucking a teenager, a young lady, again and I never thought that I would like to see Nicole naked, yet fuck my daughter."

Drake's a little confused now, "Since when?"

Don gave Drake the details of when and it all started, freely as if they were back in the old days. "Then your daughter showed up and I couldn't believe how beautiful she'd grown and I got to admit that she got this aura that makes me want to fuck her especially last night." And he continued what the girls did on teasing him.

"So you want to fuck your daughter and my daughter?"

"That's why you are here and give me your opinion."

"What do you think I'll say?"

"I know it's wrong, but..."

"You just don't want to do the wrong by yourself?"

Don didn't say a thing and he saw his brother smiling and shaking his head. "Just make this conversation between us, OK?"

"I'll tell you my secret. I fucked Tammy."

Don almost stepped on the brake from the surprising words that came from his brother. He looked at Drake with glow on his face, "No fucking way!"

They were just pulling in Don's driveway and noticed that Tammy's car is not there. "They said they're going to the mall and will be back by dinner." Don told Drake just before h got out of the car. "You got to tell me when, where, and how want it happened." He continued on as they approached the front door.

Drake told the details of that night with Tammy as they sipped on their beers. And after everything has been told and the secret was out, Don couldn't hide the erection and couldn't wait to hear the words from his brother that will make this night special.

"When the girls come, let me talk to Tammy and I'll see what she could do about Nicole. From what you told me of last night, my daughter probably already polluted you daughter's mind. Just go along if it will ever happen. Are you sure you're up to it?"

Don raised his beer bottle for a toast, "Just like old times."

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Don watched his brother and niece talk by the pool from behind the glass sliding door. He was eager to listen to the conversation but all he could do is wait. He was just amazed how Tammy greeted her father when she and Nicole arrived. He just observed how she kissed Drake almost on the lips and hugged him as if they never saw each other for years. He also briefly saw Drake's hand gave Tammy's ass a brief squeeze as if showing him the proof of all he had told him about their secret relationship.

He couldn't take his eyes off his niece, admiring her beauty and physic. It reminds him of her mother, his sister, they surely looked alike. Perhaps that's another reason why he's so wanting to see her naked.

He also thought of his daughter, how grown she's become. She's quite a beauty herself with a firm body figure. No wonder there are constant calls for her from boys asking her for a date. He knew she's no virgin since he saw her ex-boyfriend sneaking out of the house when he arrived one day. He didn't confront Nicole; he just pretended that he didn't saw him. He's been a horny teenager and sneaking out so not to be suspected of banging its daughter while they're alone is his own doing back then too. He just made his coming home in random times so she couldn't tell when he'll be home and knowing her schedule as well.

It won't be long and she will be gone for college and he couldn't protect her anymore. He would love to get a taste of her beauty and innocence before she get mauled and taken advantage of those horny college boys. Perhaps she could teach her a thing or two, maybe she won't be so innocent about sex, maybe show her what to expect with boys and stay away from them, or maybe she would love it and be the campus whore. It doesn't really matter, she will be away and he couldn't control her choices or how she will live her life. 

It's been just the two of them for a few years now since his son left for college and they've been really close, he thought. To be a part of her sexual experience would just be an addition to his relationship with his daughter, that's if she would consent about their plan. He's hoping that she'll play along with Tammy's help, and what he experience from last night from both girls was a really good sign.

He then noticed his niece smiled and gave his brother a hug and they started to walk back towards him and holding hands. He quickly stepped aside and head for the kitchen where his daughter is preparing some sandwiches.

"Hi Dad, I made us some snack. Uncle might be tired from his trip." Nicole said.

"That's great. I would surely miss you around when you leave."

"We already talked about it. I'll be home whenever it's feasible OK?"

Don was about to say something when he heard Tammy from behind. "Hi guys. That looks good!" He turned around and almost bumping to her. He noticed her grin at him as she passed by and watched her walk around the counter to Nicole and took a piece of chicken salad sandwich and took a bite.

"This is good, really good." Tammy said. Then she took Nicole from the arm, "Come on, got to tell you something."

Nicole dropped the bread she's preparing caused by Tammy's tugging on her arm. "Jeeez, can't you wait?"

"No it can't." Tammy told Nicole and looked at her Dad then gave her Uncle a wink.

Don and Drake watched their nieces walk in arms locked to Nicole's room.

Don looked at his brother with a smile. "I would say that your daughter's in with this?" Then he saw the familiar look on Drake's face when they hooked up with a girl or girls for the night.

"She suggested to take one of your movies from your closet and we'll all watch it to break the tension just incase." 

Don was a little surprised. If she knew about the movies, she knew about the other stuff. If she knew, then his daughter knew. He didn't bother to get mad at his niece, perhaps it's a good thing, and perhaps his wishes will be fulfilled after all. "What do you think?"

"It's not a bad idea."

"So what's the plan?"

Drake filled in Don with what he and Tammy talked about. "She suggested too that she'll partner with you and Nicole with me to get started, if that's fine with you?"

At that moment, Don would agree to anything to get a taste of these beautiful girls. "That's fine."

"I better take a quick shower." 

"Good idea. Use the shower in the pool house. I'll freshen up too. Meet you in the family room.

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"I don't know Tam."

"I'll start with Uncle, you watch me."

"Then what?"

"Well you could do what I do or just wait till Dad makes his move."

"Ahhh! I don't know Tam." Nicole said nervously with her fingers interlocked between her thighs.

"Come on, you got to experience this. It's...it's...I can't explain it, but you just have to try it."

"You're really into this huh?"

"It just turns me on."

"But doing it with both of us in there, watching each other?"

"Technically I won't be watching when I'm busy with their, you know?" Tammy teased and grinning at Nicole.

Nicole threw a pillow at Tammy, "Shut up! That's gross."

"What ever. I'm ready to do it, I'll take them both."

"At the same time?"

"Sure, why not?" Tammy stood up and about to head for the door.

"Wait! Let me think OK?" Nicole said as she grabbed Tammy by the hand and pulling her down beside her.

"I thought we already talked about it last night?"

"Yeah, but I never thought its really going to happen, this soon anyway."

"Well make up your mind; I haven't had sex for a while. I'm getting horny."

"You're really freaking me out Tam. I thought you're doing it with Uncle?"

"Yeah, but it doesn't mean we do it often. We actually did it twice or three times."

"Really?"

"Its just sex and with someone you really love and trust. We're even closer ever since and my Dad asks not demands it. It's really up to me if I want to or not."

"Wow. Is till couldn't imagine."

"I'm sure Dad talked to Uncle what to expect. We control what happens, they know the consequences."

"Consequences?"

"You know, one phone call and the cops will be on your door steps. Come to think of it they'll be in your control, sort of. You get the idea?"

"Is it for you?"

"Well I got the prom dress and accessories that comes with it. I love Dad, and like how he treats me since then."

Nicole thought things over for a few moments. Took a deep breath and said, "OK. But don't make fun of me?"

"Make fun of you? It would be a turn on to see you cum for the first time, suck a cock for the first time, lick you pussy for the first time, and what ever goes out there."

"You think so."

Tammy just shook her head and gave Nicole some pointers about making men excited, which she learned from her mother, Joan.

Then they heard a Don from behind the door, "Your Uncle is taking a shower in the pool house and I'll freshen up myself. Meet you girls in the family room!"

Nicole and Tammy looked at each other and grinned, "OK!" Nicole shouted back and felt really weird.

"We should really freshen up too." Tammy suggested.

"I'll go first." Nicole said and went to gather some plastic bottles from her dresser.

"OK. I'll see what we could wear from your wardrobe." Tammy said and went to Nicole's closet. "Don't forget to scrub down there." She jokingly told Nicole as she's about to exit the room.

Nicole rolled her eyes, "You're starting to freak me out." She said and stuck a tongue at Tammy before closing the door.

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It took all four just over an hour to get together in the family room. Don was there first, dressed casually in a polo shirt and khaki pants, brought a movie and slid it in the player. He also brought some fresh towels and a blanket put away beside the couch discreetly enough for others not to notice. Drake came in after a few minutes dressed in what he only had to be casual, a matching jogging suit.

"You think Nicole's going to do this?" Don asked his brother.

"If she's not, Tammy would have told me."

Don's heart beat went faster as he felt the excitement. "I can't believe its really going to happen."

Drake saw the excitement on his brother's face. "Just remember what I told you. Don't force them to do what they don't want to do. Suggest it or ask for it. Either they'll do it or not, it's their call." Drake reminded Don as if he's the eldest and him listening like a kid.

"Tammy's sure is beautiful. I could do her all the way, anything goes?"

"As long as she's willing." Drake said. "Nicole's quite a girl too, are you sure I could do first dibs with her?"

"That's OK. Man, I still couldn't believe this!"

Don took a bottled water and sipped to relieve his dry throat then froze with the water bottle half way down as he saw his daughter and niece approaching wearing a mini skirt and a blouse. He cleared his throat to get his brother's attention.

Drake turned to see what Don is staring at. He thought he's quite prepared but seeing his daughter and niece in their outfits made him think differently, especially when his eyes saw their firm and shapely legs. He couldn't remember when the last time he saw his daughter naked, but she looked deliciously to be fucked. Then his niece looked great as well especially her breasts are slightly bigger than Tammy's from the looks of it.

The girls stopped in front of their respective father. Tammy spoke first, "Like our outfit?"

"Perfect." Drake said as he leaned to kiss his daughter on the cheek.

Tammy turned her head to kiss Drake on the lips. She gave him a wink and then a smile.

Don somehow felt uneasy in front of his daughter and don't know what to say. "You really look beautiful." He finally told his daughter.

"Thank you." Nicole said with nervousness in her voice. She doesn't know how to react to her father and she couldn't look Don straight in the eye.

Drake noticed the tension between his brother and Niece. He tapped Tammy by the shoulder and nodded towards the two when he got her attention.

Tammy noticed it too, particularly Nicole's red face, perhaps feeling embarrassed from the whole situation they're in. She stepped in between the two and hooked her arm to Don's and pulling him towards the far end of the couch and pulling him down to sit. 

Drake placed his hand on Nicole's lower back and guides her towards the other end of the sectional couch. He sat first and took her hand and had her sit beside him.

"So what are we doing?" Tammy asked to no one particular.

Don, Drake, and Nicole looked at Tammy almost simultaneously and then to each other with questions in their looks.

Tammy looked at them as well and saw their looks. "Come on guys, lighten up!"

"What do you suggest?" Drake asked.

Tammy looked at Nicole. "Watch a movie and talk about it or something about it?"

"Is that fine with you Nicole?" Don asked.

Nicole looked at Tammy and saw her nod as if coaching her, and then she nods her head as well, "Sure!" she said, trying to get the nervousness off her voice.

Tammy nudged Don, "Turn it on before she changes her mind." she whispered.

The movie finally started and all four were just quiet, looking at the TV screen as the introduction text rolls on to the title, "Barely Legal #24"

"This would be interesting." Drake whispered to Nicole.

After a few minutes of the movie playing and the first young girl was being interviewed, "She pretty." Tammy commented.

"Yeah, but you girls are beautiful." Don said.

"Tammy's body is something else too." Drake added.

The guy in the movie went into view naked its cock in semi hard state till the girl started sucking it till it got fully hard.

"Is that a big cock to you?" Don asked Tammy.

"Dad's bigger." Tammy answered.

They watched on and made comments about the girl and the man. Within fifteen minutes of the movie, the questions and comments became personal. Then slowly became whispering between partners. Hands starts to wonder, which Tammy started by placing a hand on Don's lap. Don followed her cue, caressing her shoulder with his arm wrapped around behind her neck.

Drake was running his fingers slightly up and down Nicole's hair but she's still being conscious about the whole thing and pretty much just watched the movie but her thoughts were all about what her Uncle will do next and would occasionally look at the other end of the couch.

Tammy could see that Don's cock is already hard from the obvious bulge in front of his pants. Her hand wondered from his lap to his crotch and gently massaged its cock through his pants.

"That feels good." Don whispered when Tammy squeezed his hard cock through the fabric of his pants.

"That girl turned you on?" Tammy asked referring to the girl in the screen.

"Honestly, all I can see is you lovely legs, teasing the hell out of me."

"These?" Tammy said as she slid her skirt further up her thigh.

"That and this," Don said as he reached with his other hand and hooked his finger on the top button of her blouse right in the center of her chest.

"All this time you're just checking out my legs and cleavage?" Tammy teased as she ran her hand up and down the fabric of his pants, tracing the shape of its hard cock.

"Who wouldn't?"

Tammy looked up to her Uncle's face with a smile, "Want me to do that to you?" She nods towards to screen.

The movement from Tammy's position caught Nicole's attention and turned her head at her father and cousin. She watched Tammy unbuckling and unzipping Don's pants and for the first time saw her father's cock, hard and stiff with her cousin's hand wrapped around it, almost. She never imagined how big it is and Tammy's small hand made it even looked bigger.

Don could only see Tammy's wonderful soft hand sliding up and down his hard cock, and it felt and looked awesome. Everything around him seemed to disappear that moment, even his daughter just a few feet from them. He looked down at his niece's beautiful face who is staring at his cock, "What do you think?"

"It's big just like Dad's." Tammy said.

"Really? I thought Drake's always bigger back then."

"It looks and feels the same. Let's see if it tastes the same."

Nicole was in trance when she watched Tammy engulfed the mushroom head of her father's cock with a little effort.

Drake watched his daughter giving his brother a blow job too. His hand slipped down from Nicole's hair to her shoulder and his other hand found its place on her lap.

Don watched his niece engulf his cock head, struggling a little bit at first to get it in her small mouth. He could feel her sucking it and watched her attempt in bobbing her head up and down only to see an inch or two of his shaft slid inside her mouth with her natural red lips tightly around his shaft as it slid up and down.




Innocence Lost Ch. 16



Nicole still couldn't believe how big her father's cock. She thought her ex-boyfriend's is already big back then and seeing the cock in the movie completely made her wrong and seeing Don's wasn't even comparable. She thought Tammy was exaggerating but her eyes can no longer deny it. The thought of her cousin's comment about Drake's cock, she couldn't describe it, but she felt tingling sensations down her mound with the thought of it.

Drake's hand slowly drifts higher on Nicole's thigh, taking his time as not to take away his niece's trance as she watched Tammy suck Don's cock.

Don managed to unbutton the top two button of Tammy's blouse and slid his hand inside. He traced her unprotected breast with his finger tips at first before gently placing his hand under it till he felt its hard nipple resting on his palm and made a circling motion making her nipple glide along its palm like a marble before cupping it completely and giving it a gentle squeeze that made her moan.

Drake managed to finally get his hand inside Nicole's skirt and between her thighs with out any resistance and even felt her legs spread a little giving him space to maneuver his hand.

Nicole was so into the scene between her father and Tammy and even watched Don slip his pants off completely without Tammy stopping from sucking his cock. It didn't even occurred to her that she's getting hornier every second and the wonderful sensation between her legs made her cunt wet particularly when it starts to trace her slit through her panties.

Tammy moved and knelt between Don's knees and continued to play with his cock. Licking, kissing, and sucking its cock head while she occasionally slid her hands up and down its shaft.

Nicole gasped when she felt Drake's hand slipped inside her panties and its middle finger slid between her slit and caused her to tilt her head back.

Drake seized the opportunity and started kissing her neck and down to her chest while he gently massaged her clit till he heard her moans.

Don excitingly watched his beautiful niece suck and lick his cock and couldn't describe how wonderful it felt watching her tongue and lips against his meat pole. His attention was briefly caught by the faint moans from the direction of his daughter and Drake. 

Nicole was on her back with one leg hanging off the couch and the other laying across Drake's lap. Her blouse was completely unbuttoned and her skirt resting on her navel. Drake was sucking her breast, alternating between the two while his finger slid up and down her slit. She couldn't remember if she ever felt the arousing and pleasurable feeling she's experiencing at that moment, and she loves it.

Drake then started to kiss Nicole from her breast down towards her mound, slipping off the couch in the process. He took her panties from the sides of her hips and slid down her tight, smooth, and wonderful legs, struggling a little bit to get it off her feet with her snickers still on. He took a brief moment to check out his niece for the first time almost naked, with her blouse spread open exposing her wonderfully shaped breast, her skirt partially flipped over to her tummy to see her unprotected mound. He's quite sure, with a pretty face and body like this, every boy in that college she'll be attending, will try to get her into bed and fuck the shit out of her. No second thought, he lifted Nicole's leg to position himself between her legs, spreading them gently apart to make room to her pussy.

Don felt his cock got even harder seeing his daughter's chest lift off the couch and her hands grab hold of Drake's hair. He saw her pretty face in pleasure when she turned her head to the side, her eyes closed and her lips partly opened. He saw her gasped and bit her lower lip, a clear indication that his brother has hit her sensitive spot. He then looked down at Tammy, still playing with his stiff cock. His big cock against her beautiful face will be imbedded in his mind forever to reminisce. He's excited to see what she looked like with out her clothes.

Don sat up straight, "How about taking your clothes off?"

Tammy looked up, smiled before standing up. She unbuttoned the rest of the buttons of her blouse and slid it off her shoulder. She unzipped the zipper from behind her skirt and it dropped to her feet. She hooked her thumbs on the sides of her panties and looked her Uncle seductively and slowly slid them down to her thighs, teasing him, before bending over to take it off completely. "Ta daaaa!" she said and posed in front of Don with her hands on her hips just like in a pageant.

Don couldn't believe how his niece grew up into such a beauty, she looked just like Joan and perhaps she got it from her mother, he thought. "It's my turn."

Tammy caught the action a few feet from them and saw his father holding Nicole's legs apart with both hands from behind its knees and lapping away at her pussy. She turned to Don, "That looks pleasing?" she said as she sat on the couch next to him. She watched Don taking off his clothes, she couldn't help to notice the physic of his Uncle, he gained a little weight and love handles, but he still looked great and handsome for his age.

Don stared at Tammy's young body particularly at her mound. Her small thin patch of pubic hair above her slit and its pussy lips still intact which made it looked really tight, is another thing he wouldn't forget. He moved in and knelt in front of her and placed his hands on her smooth legs, caressing them. "You really look yummy."

Tammy spread her legs to make room for her Uncle, "Sucking your big cock made me so horny, I might just cum before Nicole does." She said and looked over at her cousin's side.

"You like your pussy to be licked?" Don asked and started kissing her inner thigh, slowly creeping up towards her mound.

Tammy just smiled and tingling sensations burst through out Tammy's body as she felt Don's kisses get closer and closer to her mound. She spread her legs further apart and watched him finally reached her cunt. She gasped as Don's lips touched her clit and moaned as his tongue slid between her pussy lips.

Don never smelled the sweet aroma of a young pussy for such a long time that made him more hot and horny. He felt the wetness of his niece as her pussy lips parted and pussy juice of unusual sweetness trickled on his tongue. He gave it a couple of quick licks along its slit before diving in and sucked her clit and tongue fucked her pink opening.

Nicole couldn't help but to gasp, moan, and twist her young body as the unexplainable pleasure rushed throughout her body. She particularly felt it concentrating in her mound and she would react by grinding her hips at Drake's face when his tongue or lips lands on her clit. Her hands were all over the couch trying to grasp something when ever the tingling pleasure became too intense for her.

The moans in the room seemed to intensify from Nicole, Tammy, and the TV was particularly loud from the scream and burst of words, "Yeah, fuck me! Yeah give it to me! Fuck, fuck, oh yeah!" The girl on the movie was a screamer which is very annoying to Don. He raised his head from Tammy's mound and looked for the remote control, "I don't like loud women during sex" and was about to turn the TV off.

"Don't turn it off?" Tammy whispered.

"I don't like screamers."

"Just turn the volume down. So you don't like it when she shouts like that?"

"It's just so distracting and seemed fake to me." Don replied. He lowered the volume to almost nothing could be heard and then continued to lick and suck Tammy's juicy cunt.

Tammy spread her legs wider and watched her Uncle practically buried his face on her mound. She gasped as the pleasure intensified within her mound and her hands moved to his head and started to grind her mound against his mouth.

It didn't take much longer and the room started to fill with moans from the girls, particularly from Nicole. Drake felt her thighs attempted to close but he managed to hold it in place. He then felt her hand on his forehead and briefly gave it a push without an effort. Then her mound started to buck and grind against his mouth. He knew his niece is about to cum.

"Oh my God, please stop, stop, please." Nicole whispered between moans.

Don heard his daughters soft erotic moans got louder and louder. He knew that she about to cum.

Tammy heard her cousin as well and it turned her on so much, knowing that Nicole is going to experience her first orgasm. She looked over and saw Nicole's pretty face is such tense and concentration, gasping and moaning. The erotic scene between her father and cousin was too intense that made her hot inside and felt the pleasure building up quickly.

Drake didn't stop and concentrated sucking and licking Nicole's clit and managed to insert his middle finger inside her and pressing it against her g-spot.

Nicole couldn't hold it much longer and she finally released her very first orgasm. She moaned and shivered with every squirt of her cum, spilling it onto Drake's awaiting mouth.

Don was caught in surprise when Tammy released her own orgasm, spilling into his tongue. It was even surprising when the taste of his niece's cum juices has a faint sweetness to it. He licked her slit in gusto, loving every drop of her cum.

Nicole and Tammy's bodies almost simultaneously slumped back down on the couch as their orgasm subsided.

Don moved from between Tammy's thighs and sat on the couch. Wiped his mouth and then placed a hand on her lap, caressing its smooth tight skin. "You're OK?"

Tammy opened one eye and gave him a smile, "That was great."

"You taste really good." Don said, while slowly stroking his hard cock.

"Ummm, that's really big." Tammy said as she sat up. "I believe it's ready for action." She continued and reached for her Uncle's pole.

"Are you always a tease?"

"Only to my big Uncle Donald." Tammy teased and gave his hard cock a squeeze.

Don watched her hand barely handled the girth of his cock then looked at her firm breasts with its hard pink nipples sticking up. His hand went to fondle her breast that and gently pinched its nipple. "Call me Don when we're not around other people, OK?"

"Sure, Don!" Tammy smiled. She had a glimpse of the scene on the TV, which the girl is riding the man's cock. She then moved on top of her Uncle without letting go of his cock and positioned her cunt on top of his hard cock.

Don knew what his niece is up to and he slouched back on the couch to give room for her. He could feel and hear his heart pounding as he watched lower her petite body, aiming her opening on his stiff cock. His cock twitched as its cock head touched her slit and saw her pussy lips parted as it started to slip inside her.

"Ahhh, Ohhhhh, Mmmmmm!" Tammy gasped as she lowered her body making his cock slid inside her tight little cunt.

"Shit! I never felt such tight pussy for a long time." Don whispered.

Tammy released Don's cock and placed her hands on his shoulders as his cock head slipped inside her. "Let's see if I could get it all in." She teased, looking him in the eyes.

Don smiled seeing his niece's beautiful face, "You are such a tease." He placed his hands on her tiny waist to support her.

Tammy just knew what to do to really get her Uncle or any man hot and horny. She let out soft erotic moans; biting her lower lip, tilting her head back, and grasping his shoulder as his cock slowly penetrate her pussy. She moved down to her knees with his cock halfway through and braced herself more as she prepared to get it all inside her.

Don couldn't believe he would be actually experiencing such an erotic act that he could only see in the DVDs. He doesn't see his niece any longer but a young and beautiful girl that any man would dream to fuck. His cock got even harder, seeing and feeling it slid Tammy's tight little cunt. His hands gave her hips a little push down as to assist her take his hard big cock.

Tammy leaned forward touching her forehead against his when she felt her pussy stretched and full. She gasped as she lifted her bottom a couple of inches and then practically slammed her bottom, sending all his cock inside her and paused to get used to its size.

Don couldn't describe the wonderful feeling on his cock, the warmth and tightness deep inside Tammy's cunt. His hands slid from her waist to her breast and cupped them in its palms, caressing and squeezing them that made her moan as consolation.

Drake quickly stripped off all his clothes as he stared down oh his pretty niece's young body sprawled on the couch, her eyes still closed and breathing hard. He took her legs and spread them wide as he positioned himself on top of her. He moved his hips as to guide his hard cock on her wet opening, glistening with her cum juices.

Nicole opened her eyes and raised her head as she felt her Uncle raise her legs. She shivered when for the first time saw the size of Drake's cock pointing at her pussy. It looked huge for her and was a bit concerned if she would be able to take it. Her hands went to his chest as if to stop him but nothing came out of her mouth.

Drake didn't give his niece a chance to say or give any negative sign and pushing his cock head on her opening. He stared on to Nicole's face for any sign for him to stop. Even her hands on his chest didn't give any indication; he thrust his hips, its cock head spreading her cunt lips further apart.

Nicole watched briefly as Drake's cock head stretched her opening. She lowered her head as she felt the pressure on her opening that sent indescribable feeling. She felt it move in a circling motion that made her gasp as the pressure continues to press against her opening.

"Unnnngg!" Nicole moaned and her head dropped back on the couch as Drake's cock head slipped pass her opening.

"Are you OK?" Drake asked without stopping drilling her opening.

Nicole blew out a breath before nodding her head. He gasped when she felt her opening began to stretch once more as Drake's cock started sliding inside her.

Drake slowly pushed his big cock, careful not to hurt and scare his niece. He just watched her gasp and moan till his cock is halfway inside her and her hands moved from his chest to his arms.

Nicole never felt her cunt stretched so much and a cock inside her without a condom, it felt wonderful, she thought. Then she felt it slid out an inch and then in again, going in much further with every thrust and all she could do is moan.

Drake moved further on top of Nicole taking her legs further apart as it rest on his arms before pushing the last two inches of his cock inside her.

"Ahhhhh!" Nicole moaned as their mounds met and his cock buried deep inside her. Her chest raised and her hands moved to his hips. She never felt her cunt so full and stretched before. She was still catching her composure when she felt his cock sliding slowly out of her cunt till only its head is inside then slowly slid back inside her up to its hilt in one thrust.

Drake's loved every moans Nicole made and he starts pick up his phase, going faster and faster every few seconds. He saw her raised her head a few times, perhaps to see his cock slide in and out of her tight pussy. It's quite a scene to see her pretty face in pleasure, moaning and gasping. He then buried it in up to its hilt and held it there and made a grinding motion against her mound.

Nicole couldn't stand the feeling she's experiencing inside her mound. She gasped and as every sensitive spots with in her cunt walls were rubbed by Drake's big cock. She could feel her face turn red as she held her breath and her back arched raising her chest.

Drake took the invitation and engulfed her nipple and started sucking and nibbling it.

"Ahhh! Ahhh! Unnnngg!" Nicole gasped. "Oh my goshhhhh!"

Drake released her legs and slid his arm under her back pulling her body, pinning her breast on her mouth and caressing and massaging the other breast with his other hand.

Nicole somehow managed to plant her feet on the couch and seemed to thrust his mound against Drake's cock in rhythm with his grinding. Her hands went to his head, caressing his hair. She never felt such great pleasure all at once all over her body. "Fuck me," She said softly, "Oh fuck me please."

Drake's lips slipped off her breast and started kissing her up to her neck and started to slide his cock in and out in short slow strokes. He felt her feet with snickers brushed against the back of his legs up to his ass cheeks and her hands slip to his back pulling his body against hers.

Nicole's reserved feelings about the whole thing seemed to diminish since her very first orgasm and the ultimate pleasure she's feeling at that moment. Maybe Tammy is right after all, who could be safer to share such sexual experience and not to be afraid of anything? No commitments and no worries. And the best thing of it all, there is love, family love that will always protect you what ever it may be and respect. It maybe wrong but it felt right especially when her Uncle started to make love to her, its just perfect, she thought.

Tammy looked her Uncle in the eyes as she straddled his cock and thought of giving Don a show. She started to rock her bottom back and forth while she squeezed her cunt muscles, gripping his cock even tighter and even gave him the most exotic facial expressions as she moaned.

Don gave out a moan as he felt Tammy's already tight cunt squeezed his cock and how it felt as it stirred inside her as she grinded her mound on his. His jaw almost dropped when he saw her beautiful face in such pleasure, particularly when her hands slid up from her thighs up to her breast and cupped them and pinched its nipples. His hands followed the invitation and placed them on top of her hands and helped her caress and fondle its breasts.

Tammy threw her head back and let out more soft moans while Don fondled her breast. She then leaned forward with her hands still on her breast and offered it to Don. She gasped as his lips engulfed her nipple and started sucking and nibbling it. "Oh yes." She said softly as she watched him lick her nipple.

Don sucked Tammy's right nipple and then licked the left nipple before looking up at her. He still couldn't believe how beautiful Tammy is and with a tight firm body. He felt his cock throbbing inside her tight little cunt. He leaned back on the back rest of the couch could take it all."

Tammy made a grinding motion with her mound once more, "I never felt so full." She lied, teasing him.

Don made a firm grip on Tammy's hips and lifted her petite body off his front and his cock slid out of her tight cunt a couple of inches before pulling her down once more.

Tammy leaned forward; planting her hands on the back rest next to Don's head and started to move her body up and down slowly. She would move up till only his cock head is inside her before slowly lowering her body till its cock is inside her to its hilt.

Don watched in amazement how Tammy's pussy lips looked puffed as his cock spreads them apart and its shaft glistening with her cunt juices as it slid in and out of her. "Damn. This is the tightest pussy I ever felt."

Tammy smiled and gave her Uncle another arousing moan as she started to ride his cock. "Oh, it's so biiiiig."

"You like that?"

"Oh yes! I like how it feels. Ahhhh, Mmmmm. It's so biiig." Tammy moaned as her body twist and turn while she bounced up and down on top of Don's cock.

Don couldn't believe how he felt his cock got even harder just seeing Tammy's body language and hearing her lovely moans. It felt like he's going to cum real soon if she kept it up.

Nicole started to meet Drake's thrust as she felt her orgasm building up within her and her moans started to get louder.

Drake picked up his rhythm and thrusting a little harder, he could tell Nicole's about to cum once more.




Innocence Lost Ch. 17



In Which Gryphon purchases affection and gains a little satisfaction; the provision of Chastity to those willing to pay; and Gryphon's discovery of the hidden virtues of Innocence.

Despite the rewards of her affair with Chastity, Gryphon still didn't feel that her sex-life was wholly satisfactory. She acutely felt the insecurity of having a relationship with a girl who had so many different partners and made no pretence otherwise. She looked for another outlet for her sexual needs, and thought she may have found it in the district near her town-centre house which was famed for its streetwalkers and prostitution. She often passed the roads where the girls, transvestites and transsexuals paraded themselves for sexual services at all times of the day and night. 

The prostitutes dressed in all manner of revealing clothes. Stockings, suspenders, garters, basques and even total nudity - but however they dressed, by tradition they kept their groins displayed. This was partly for reasons of identification, as someone so prominently displaying his or her pubic region (often blatantly thrusting it forward!) was quite likely to be selling it as a commodity. It also was a very handy way of being sure of the gender of the particular prostitute as some of the most feminine prostitutes, with quite substantial breasts and good figures, were in fact endowed with penises. Gryphon quite admired the dedication shown by these men towards changing their sex, as it matched the dedication she also had towards building up her own figure - albeit in the opposite direction. Some of the younger prostitutes - and these were the ones to whom Gryphon was particularly enamoured - were of ambiguous gender for quite different reasons. It was the lack of gender signals that their undeveloped bodies generated that meant it was advisable to take a good look at what they had between their legs.

Despite the muscularness of her frame, Gryphon was undoubtedly a woman even though the clothes she wore consisted mostly of track suits or other sportswear. As a result, Gryphon was never approached by any of the prostitutes as she walked home, which she felt was a great shame. She often pleaded to them in her imagination, to turn their bodies towards her, flashing their cunt or penis, smiling welcomingly and asking her whether she fancied a fuck. They never did, as their custom was entirely composed of men, who guiltily walked up and down the street, furtively glancing at the women as they deliberated just whom they wanted to fuck. And those that were not walking, werecruising slowly along in their cars while the prostitutes waited to run towards any car that slowed down sufficiently or actually stopped.

Gryphon tried to pick up courage to pick up a girl, but something about the sordid activity rather disturbed her. She thought of it partly as an admission of her failure to obtain a fully satisfactory sex-life, and partly she felt that it was an unsightly exploitation of her own sex. But on a drizzly day when there were fewer punters and the prostitutes were openly cutting their prices to generate any business at all, she approached a young oriental girl - perhaps only eleven years old - with the proposition. The child was one whom Gryphon had often lusted after as she passed by, feeling great sadness when she saw the girl leading off one or two men with their hands groping around the smooth vagina she showed beneath her white blouse. The child was quite gauche as she stood there, thrusting out her smooth unshaven wares, and today she was wearing a see-through raincoat that didn't obscure at all her blouse or her smooth crotch while she held up a pretty little umbrella to keep the drizzle off her face.

The girl was more than a little amazed to be approached by a woman - especially one with a physique like Gryphon's, - but she nervously smiled and then wordlessly led Gryphon along the dark damp streets to her home, which was on the eleventh floor of a tower block. Gryphon felt increasingly uncomfortable as they mounted the urine-smelling steps past graffiti with phrases like We Don't Give A Fuck!, Niggers Keep Out! and Kevin Sucks Boys' Dicks! However, they eventually reached the girl's home which was one of several doors on a balcony looking over an identical building opposite, in front of which there was a constant drip drip of rain coming off the roof and through holes in the plastic guttering.

The girl opened the door with a series of keys, and took Gryphon along a very dingy hallway littered with children's toys and motorcycle parts to her room which betrayed all the evidence of a girl more keen on pop stars and computer games than on sex with middle-aged men (or for that matter well-built woman P.E. teachers) Gryphon could see that this was not the sort of girl who would ever have been privileged enough to enrol at the Topless Girls' School, and quite unlikely to get the chances in life that her pupils had. Sex with strangers for money at eleven years of age was of quite a different order to having sex with your teacher in the hope of better grades. As the girl silently removed her few clothes and hung them on the threadbare upholstery of a single chair, Gryphon could hear the sound of the television coming from the living room intermingled with the whine of a young child and the yell of a frustrated mother. She could also hear the constant thumping noise of a stereo system from the flat above, but she had no way of distinguishing what the music might be from its insistent bass rhythm.

Although Gryphon was very practised with sex with children, this was quite a novel experience to her. It was both sordid and in a novel way very erotic. She quite hated herself for it after she'd guiltily paid for the sex with an extra note on top of those she'd agreed to (for which the girl was pathetically grateful). On the other hand this sampling of a world of degradation and disgust was curiously satisfying. Gryphon quite enjoyed the fact that what she was getting was paid services - like having her car serviced, or having a haircut, or getting her clothes dry-cleaned. There was no emotional baggage to carry around, though she felt a certain amount of sympathy for the girl she'd spent more than an hour licking, kissing and finally entering physically with the dildo she'd especially brought for the purpose. The fact that the girl bled from the violence of her sexual activity seemed curiously distant from the real world of sensation. She was, after all, only a prostitute.

Gryphon's discovery of paid sex became a secret passion. She didn't feel able to discuss it with anyone. Not with Chastity. Not with Innocence. And certainly not with her colleagues. Had she still been teaching at the Topless Girls' School she'd probably have confessed it to her headmistress, knowing that in some peculiar perverse way she'd have fully approved her behaviour and would have total sympathy. However, for the prostitutes parading Kingsway, she became quite a frequent sight - especially at the hours when there was least chance of being spotted by any of her colleagues or students. 

At first she concentrated on her main passion - which was for little girls - but she felt that with so much variety on offer, she could afford to diversify (and in the competitive cut-throat environment in which they plied their trade their services were quite affordable). She enjoyed the sexual attention of young boys, transsexuals, pregnant women, all sorts. In many cases, she got a privileged view of the prostitutes' homes which were often rather less well appointed than that of the oriental girl with the raincoat. Sometimes they were filthy squats and the sex took place on soiled mattresses lying on bare and filthy floorboards with the sound of echoing conversation coming from other empty rooms. Sometimes they were in tool-sheds, made to look like bedrooms but with only just about enough room for Gryphon and the prostitute to lie down with their feet banging against the splinters of the door. The worst was when the prostitute had nowhere to take Gryphon - and she'd already agreed to her services - and it was sex standing up in a backyard or a deserted alley-way, with their feet covered in litter and the wind lapping around her bare arse.

Gryphon knew that the prostitutes had mixed feeling about providing their services for a woman rather than a man. On the one hand, Gryphon took much longer to satisfy than a man who could usually be expected to be relieved of his semen within five minutes. On the other hand, sex with Gryphon didn't necessarily entail either vaginal or anal sex, and some of the more chatty prostitutes told her that often a girl's cunt just needed a bit of a rest. Gryphon could scarcely agree, but she was aware that her purchase of their services provided the girls with unsuspected variety.

One night as Gryphon was cruising Kingsway she was rather taken by the distant sight of one girl with her hair in pony-tails, wearing a demure blouse and socks, - but her vagina, as always very prominently displayed. This attracted her partly because of her own tastes, but also because here was a girl she'd never seen on display before. She was clearly very open with her offers, leaning out and flashing her cunt boldly at every man who passed by.

However, it came as rather a shock when she approached nearer to see that this prostitute was someone extremely familiar to her. She was, in fact, Chastity, whom Gryphon had never imagined as someone who'd ever find the need to sell herself in this way. From her visits to Chastity's flat, she'd been rather more impressed by the relative comfort in which she and her sister lived. She hesitated, intending to turn round so that Chastity wouldn't recognise her - but it was too late.

"Hi there!" Chastity called out cheerfully wandering towards her. "Off home are you?"

"Well, yes," lied Gryphon who'd really been searching for more paid-for pleasure, but still not wanting to confess to her nocturnal habits. "What are you doing here?"

"What do you think?" Chastity laughed, hitting her gently on the shoulder. "Us students have got to do something to afford our education."

"Does Innocence do this as well?" wondered Gryphon.

"Innocence? O shouldn't think so. She'd be terrified if she were confronted with a strange man. And I don't do this that often - but when I do... It's real good money! Hey, need the fuck of a lifetime?"

This last was addressed to a short middle-aged man in an anorak who was passing by. He was one of the punters that Gryphon had often seen wandering by. He paused in his stride and nervously examined her. "How much?"

When Chastity answered his question, he nodded and Chastity put her arm through his. "I'll take you somewhere for a fuck you won't easily forget." Gryphon was about to melt away, feeling more than a little upset to see her lover selling herself so cheap (although it was for a little more than she usually needed to pay), but Chastity grabbed her by the arm. "Come along, lover, this'll be fun!"

The client didn't appear to object at all as Chastity walked along linking Gryphon on one arm and him on the other. Gryphon felt dragged along by events, and didn't say a word, even as her lover put her arm around her waist. Chastity chatted all the while with the client to ascertain what his particular sexual preferences were and promising to be able to provide all he wanted and more for the extra costs which she specified in clinical detail. Gryphon's thoughts concentrated on just where it might be that Chastity might be leading her - her lover didn't live anywhere near this district and she was sure that she wasn't someone who would use a backyard or a patch of grass for a fuck.

In this she was right as Chastity led the two of them to a quite nice small house tucked away down a private road more noted for its herbaceous borders than its brothels. She unlinked her arm from Gryphon's and rang the doorbell. After only a few seconds the door was opened by a girl Gryphon recognised from the school but didn't actually teach. She was a shy very skinny girl with blonde plaits and wearing jeans and tee-shirt. "Oh, it's you again! It's the fourth time this evening. If Mummy were here..."

"But she isn't," smiled Chastity. "Let us in."

The girl obeyed, eyeing Gryphon suspiciously as they walked through the porch into a wide hallway. This was quite unlike the kinds of houses Gryphon usually was escorted into, and she could see that Chastity's client was also very impressed. "I haven't managed to clean up since the last one..." reproved the girl, leading the three of them on to a bedroom plastered with posters of film-stars and in which a compact disc was playing some inappropriately frantic dance music.

"You'll get your percentage, Camille. And you can get to watch again," Chastity replied, methodically guiding the client to the bed and pulling down his trousers. His penis was standing fully erect and he was clearly rather enjoying being in the company of so many women. Chastity pushed his trousers down below his knees, while running the fingers of her other hand up and down the length of his prick. "You can watch as well, Gryphon, sweetest." 

Gryphon felt she had very little choice as she sat down on the floor underneath a travel poster while the girl who owned the room sat frowning but unprotesting on her chair. She watched bemused as Chastity lay on her back - not taking any more clothes off and guided the man's penis into her cunt. For the next few minutes, Gryphon and she watched in fascinated silence, with the empty space filled with the ecstatic shouts and cries of the singers on the compact disc, while the client pushed in and out of her cunt, his buttocks heaving towards them. Uncharacteristically, Chastity made no cries of pleasure as he continued his thrusts. It wasn't too long until he gasped hard and fast, and presumably having released his sperm he collapsed on top of Chastity's body. Gryphon's lover lay there smiling cheekily at Gryphon and Camille, and then whispered into the man's ear. Whatever it was she said, he appeared to agree to and also to whatever the cost of it was.

He then stood up and so did Chastity, who approached Gryphon and lifted her up by her shoulders. "I told him that you were my teacher," she said by way of explanation as she unzipped Gryphon's track suit. Chastity's teacher felt unable to protest as her clothes were steadily removed, and she appeared naked in front of Chastity's client and Camille. She found her clitoris being exercised and soon surrendered herself to the familiar warmth of her lover's body. The sex this time was considerably more ecstatic, and Gryphon was able to observe the client masturbating furiously - clearly unsettling Camille who nevertheless sat in stunned silence. Her love-making was rather disturbed when she felt some droplets of warm liquid dropping on to her broad back as her muscles were rippling with the tensions of lovemaking. Startled she turned her head, not too surprised to see the client's penis spurting long streams of semen over her and her lover.

When he'd released his semen, Chastity unceremoniously halted the lovemaking, and led the client downstairs leaving Gryphon and Camille alone in the bedroom. Gryphon was exhausted and feeling somewhat filthy. Camille looked at her with a long melancholy stare that fit very well with her long thin face. Gryphon felt obliged to say something to comfort the girl - fighting her own desire to take the girl's jeans off and to apply her tongue to her young cunt. "Does Chastity often come here?" she asked weakly, leaning forward on her broad forearms. Camille made no reply, so Gryphon repeated the question.

"It's the fourth time this evening," Camille replied. "The fourth dirty disgusting man! And the third evening Chastity's done this..."

Gryphon realised belatedly that the girl was feeling quite understandably exploited, and she also knew that she couldn't really say anything which could either justify Chastity's behaviour or even comfort her. Furthermore, her own participation rather compromised herself as an independent witness.

"Just because Mummy's not here! What would she think if she saw those horrible men fucking on my bed. I'll have to put all the sheets in the washing machine - and Mummy'll wonder why I've got so clean and tidy all of a sudden!" Camille pushed a hand over her forehead and through her hair. "Never again. Never again."

Chastity appeared again, counting a number of notes. "He thought you were great, Gryphon!" she announced cheerfully handing her a couple of notes. She then kneeled down in front of Camille and took the trembling girl in her arms. "...And Camille, sweetest, my dearest love, you are so wonderful! Only someone as beautiful, as kind, as understanding, as you could help me in my time of need!" She handed the girl a couple of notes, and then showered her face with kisses. Gryphon could see that here was yet another of Chastity's conquests, whom she'd presumably decided was worth getting to know better for the accommodation she offered. She also felt a burning flush of envy as she watched Chastity passionately kiss Camille full on the mouth and massage her young small breasts under the tee-shirt.

When Chastity had at last finished, it was clear that Camille had sufficiently forgiven her for her exploitation to want rather more lovemaking, but Chastity was not ready to oblige. "I'll best show my teacher home," she smiled.

"Can't you stay?" pleaded Camille.

"Your Mum's due home soon, isn't she?" smiled Chastity by way of explanation. She led Gryphon away, after she'd put her track suit back on, and as she walked out she softly commented: "I wondered if I'd ever be able to get away from her..."

"Sorry?" wondered Gryphon.

"Camille," explained Chastity, opening the front door and leading them out into the street. "She's so possessive!"

"Possessive?" Gryphon felt fairly possessive herself about her errant lover. "How did you get to know her?"

"How do you think? I'm her first lover as well! But I really don't want to get tied down with a wimp like her. She thinks that I'll give her another session - but she was so boring! Not like you, darling!" She squeezed Gryphon's muscular buttocks. "You're a real lover! Shall we go back to your place?"

Gryphon felt thoroughly helpless and completely manipulated, but she nodded. "Yes, I'd enjoy that," she admitted sadly. 

The fact that Gryphon lived so close to the main drag where the prostitutes hung out was seen as a great boon to Chastity who took very little time in persuading her teacher to let her use her flat to bring her clients back. At first Gryphon made an effort to be in whenever Chastity announced that she'd be back for a night of business - but she didn't enjoy it at all. She didn't enjoy watching her student lover being fucked on what was admittedly her spare bed but one on which she herself had sex occasionally. She had again tried, but really didn't derive much joy from, participating in the love-making. She'd never found men that attractive at the best of times, and precious few of Chastity's clients could ever be described by even the most charitable as attractive. The saddest aspect, Gryphon thought, was their total lack of imagination in their lovemaking combined with some very sad fantasies that said more about a self-recognition of their inadequacies - and not only in sexual matters - than it did about the potentials of sexual adventure. 

Gryphon found she preferred to find an excuse to get away while Chastity was servicing her clients and pick up a prostitute for her own purposes for which she would gladly pay more to extend the period of lovemaking. This activity though was palling quite rapidly as Gryphon found herself imagining the girls she was fucking or sucking were just girls like Chastity. And then the painful thoughts of her lover lying in on her spare bed with her legs open while a hairy-arsed man thrust his buttocks back and forth and looking rather apathetically at something immeasurably more fascinating in the design of the lamp-shade.




Innocence Lost Ch. 17



Gryphon visited Chastity's own flat rather less often these days. She felt that her relationship was already petering out not very long after it had started and that her favours to Chastity had fast become more akin to the financial gain that she got from Chastity's services (which barely covered the costs of the prostitutes she'd be using in the meantime). Chastity must have realised this, as she became rather more insistent that Gryphon should visit her.

"I think it's about time I properly introduced you to Innocence," she announced to Gryphon one day, after her (it seemed) eleventh client that night. Gryphon thought she knew what her student meant by this. It was just a euphemistic way of describing having sex with Chastity's sister - which she looked forward to immensely having been very much won over by the girl's beauty, her modesty and the suggestion she somehow imparted of being a very passionate lover.

She could see though that Innocence hadn't herself suggested the idea when she went to Chastity's flat to fulfil her lover's promise. The girl wasn't as excited by the prospect as Chastity so clearly was and seemed to find endless excuses to delay going to bed with Gryphon and her sister. This was even after Gryphon and Chastity had long since stripped off their clothes and had enjoyed nearly an hour of lovemaking together, watched by Innocence sitting on a sofa sipping the last glass of wine left from the bottle Gryphon had brought along with her for the occasion. Gryphon felt almost embarrassed by the hugeness of her muscular frame, the broadness of her back, the leanness of her stomach and the prominence of the veins in her arms. It seemed somehow so indelicate compared to the softness of Innocence's sweet little body.

Finally, and after some cajoling from Chastity, Innocence agreed to disrobe for her and her lover. Gryphon's heart skipped a beat as she examined the pure round orbs of the Innocence's full breasts, the perfectly formed aureate nipples, the slender waist , the smooth thighs - so beautifully proportioned: young and slim and firm. However the palpitations of her heart were as nothing to the near asphyxiation she reached when Innocence was persuaded to pull down the silk knickers she'd left until last and revealed a perfectly formed and now semi-erect penis. How could such a beautiful girl be so divinely blessed? Gryphon asked herself while Chastity took full advantage of Gryphon's sexual excitement and buried almost the whole of her fist into Gryphon's muscular vulva. She felt close to fainting as Innocence strode across the room towards her sister and teacher, her beautiful figure exactly like her dearest fantasies of beautiful women but carrying nonetheless a perfectly formed penis standing erect in front of her just waiting for Gryphon to put her mouth around.

And this she did, after Chastity had shown her that Innocence's penis didn't reject the advances of her sister's lips and tongue. She traced her tongue around the moist full-veined length of it, felt the glans prod gently against the top of her palate and then slide (so smoothly!) down her throat releasing that smell of male sex which Gryphon had never really appreciated so favourably before. She let her tongue wander around the hairs of the testicles, letting one hard ball into her mouth and nibbed gently while watching the frisson of pleasure it gave to the long length of unsheathed penis.

It wasn't unsheathed for long, as Chastity opened her legs and allowed her sister's prick full entry first into her vagina and then, when it was fully moistened the anus at which Gryphon had been prodding earlier with her middle finger and lapping it avidly with her tongue. And then it was Gryphon's turn as Chastity helped her sister move her erect penis into ... no! not that! ... straight into her arse without first priming her vagina. Then as Gryphon was experiencing a series of more rapid and intense orgasms than she could remember - her eyes nearly popping out of their sockets, her tongue raw from the bites of her own tongue, her nose releasing snot from its own confused intensity - there came the feel of the entry of a far firmer and much larger phallus in her vagina. It was, inevitably, Chastity who had taken a large dildo - easily eighteen inches long - and was forcing it into Gryphon's front entrance as deeply as she could.

Gryphon gasped and shouted and yelled and screamed as the intensity of the penetration reached to the core of her being, threatened to tear her heart out from the muscular frame in which it was restrained and as her tongue throbbed with dehydration. She flung herself forward with exhaustion and lay flat on Innocence's sheets - a mass of rippling muscle and smooth hard skin, buttocks rippling with tension and her massively strong hands gripping tightly at the corners of the sheet, threatening to tear the entire bed in half.

After this, Gryphon saw rather less of her student and her sister. She sensed that this lovemaking - in all its intensity and passion - was not so much a prelude for more to come but rather the final and most intense phase of a relationship which left Gryphon feeling rather more soiled than satisfied. She continued to teach Chastity and on occasion the two of them would make love in neutral territory. Never again at Gryphon's flat nor that of the two sisters. More often in the gym after school or in the quieter corners of the playing field. 

She didn't make love to Innocence again. She felt rather frightened to do so. The natural unrequested assets of Innocence conflicted too much with her own pursuit of self-built perfection and she felt that the full woman's figure that the girl had departed too far from her first passion, which was still for the younger girl's body. This was after all why she had first taken up the profession of teaching.

To Be Continued..



Innocence Lost Ch. 18



In Which Purity is reconciled with Innocence; Purity is separated from Chastity; and Purity appreciates the value of Twelve, but is displeased by the association with Chastity. 

Purity hadn't seen Innocence for such a long time, and she was very pleased when she heard that she and her sister had left Wonderground. She'd never cared to visit a place with such a poor reputation for racial discrimination, so it was with rather more enthusiasm than might otherwise have been the case she took the train from Brook to the city of Labia where Innocence was studying at the Further Education College. As the train traveled along, passing the fields and forests that divided Brook from the suburbs of Labia, Purity toyed with the idea of returning to education herself, but reasoned she was having rather too much fun being free and single. 

She'd left the commune. She'd had quite enough of lentil-burgers and nut-loafs, and had been staying in a friend's flat in the village of Noir, but when she received such a welcoming and chatty letter from Innocence telling her about her life since leaving Brook it would have taken a great deal to dissuade her from setting off to be reunited with her old school-friend. She reluctantly put on some clothes for the journey - basically being just a pair of cut-off denim shorts, large air-ware soled boots and a rucksack over her shoulders containing all the possessions she ever though worth taking around with her. On leaving the commune, she'd also bit by bit abandoned the styles she'd adopted there: she now had her hair cut very short (not quite shaved off) and she'd started shaving her legs again - and had recently even started shaving under her armpits. She enjoyed the fresh feeling it gave her - but she still didn't feel inclined to shave her vagina like so many other girls were doing these days.

When she arrived at Labia Central, she was aware of being rather earlier than she'd promised Innocence when she'd phoned up earlier. She dragged her rucksack out behind her and wandered around the platform looking for something interesting to do. She had absolutely ages to kill, and the newsagents seemed to sell nothing of the remotest interest to her. She put a few coins into a vending machine to receive some tasteless coffee in a plastic cup (totally against the principles of the commune who'd oppose the waste of plastic not to mention the dangerous influence of caffeine). She then wandered into the waiting room to wait for Innocence, this being the rendezvous point that they'd previously decided on. 

Purity wasn't the only one in the waiting room. A man and woman were locked in a passionate embrace in the corner just by the waiting room gas-fire and just under a poster featuring a naked man fellating another man advertising the wonders of express delivery services. Purity opened up the newspaper that she'd bought for her outward bound journey, and returned reluctantly with a sigh to the crossword she'd all but abandoned earlier. However as often happened, she managed to finally crack one of the stubborn clues on which so many other solutions relied and in a spate of activity she knocked off several other clues. She was engrossed for several minutes, but was brought to attention by the familiar sounds of ecstatic gasps and heavy breathing. She peered over her newspaper to see that the couple had rather departed from their more innocent canoodling and the man was in the process of fucking the woman quite openly, with her legs wrapped around his waist. Even in Brook, openly making love in such public places was not considered particularly tasteful, and Purity watched in some fascination as the two became wholly immersed in the intensity of their passion.

She noticed Innocence hurrying along the platform towards the waiting room, obviously aware that she'd inadvertently arrived rather late. With some relief, Purity deposited her newspaper in a waste-paper bin, and dashed out of the waiting room to meet her old school friend again. She had grown her hair a lot longer since she'd left the Convent, Purity noted. It was now she, not Innocence, who had the much shorter hair. It was long and flowed over her shoulders, a white tee-shirt worn over her voluptuous breasts, a short flared white skirt and knee-length socks, which were also white. Innocence looked every part the quality of what her name suggested. She ran over to Purity and pulled her friend's black body against her chest, and once again there was the beautiful reassuring smell of her long hair on Purity's face. The two girls kissed long and hard, their tongues deep inside each other's mouths. Purity grasped at Innocence's breasts under the tee-shirt while her lover massaged the round fullness of her buttocks. Purity could feel the hardness of Innocence's erect penis pressing against her side through the lines of her skirt.

"Who gives a shit?" thought Purity, as with a sudden urge she guided Innocence and herself out of sight of most of the platform, and pulled down her shorts while at the same time freeing Innocence's penis from the confines of her knickers. It was as beautiful as she'd remembered it: erect and smooth, veins frantically pumping in the blood and standing out distinctly. Warm and hard! Throbbing and firm! Within seconds, Purity guided it into her moist and appreciative cunt, giving a gasp of involuntary pleasure as it slid into her. (Oooh! So easily!) Innocence then thrust away at Purity, her buttocks hidden from sight by her skirt, with a pair of shorts lying at her feet and a poster supporting her heaving arse just behind her, advertising the many delightful places that could be so easily reached by train.

Eventually - and too soon, thought Purity - the passion of the moment exploded in a release of hot semen that gushed free of Purity's hairy cunt and dripped down onto her now smoothly shaven thighs where they could be easily seen against the darkness of her skin. With a bit of post-coital haste, the two of them straightened themselves up before heading to the flat that Innocence and her sister were renting near the college.

Labia was a town full of students - university, art school, seminary, technical college and academy students. Purity felt distinctly inferior in her lack of education as she passed the colleges that lined the main streets. She was also impressed by the sisters' flat. Where had they got the money together to afford such a nice flat? And full of so many expensive things! After her voluntarily Spartan life in the commune she felt rather overwhelmed by the computers, videos, stereos, luxurious furniture, etcetera, that filled their home.

"Student grants must be extremely generous!" Purity gasped as she settled down on the sofa opposite Chastity who had hair nearly as short as her own, wore a very tight short skirt and black silk stockings.

"Not at all!" Innocence's sister replied. "Most students don't know how they can manage at all."

"But you live in such luxury!" gasped Purity as she sank into the deep recesses of an armchair which simply by virtue of being covered in leather would never have been permitted into the commune.

"I don't know how we do it," Innocence admitted, as she sat on the arm of the chair and ran her hands up and down her school-friend's bare arms. "I think it must have something to do with the part-time evening work that Chastity does. And, as I told you in my letters, we made a lot of money while we were still in Wonderground."

"It's wonderful here!" enthused Purity, leaning against Innocence's bare breasts and feeling the nipple brush against her cheek. "It's perfect!" 

Purity had never been very fond of Chastity when they went to the same school and despite her intentions of being more charitable towards the sister of her school-day lover she felt no great feelings of affection towards her now. While at school, Purity had felt that her lack of feeling for the girl had been from some kind of jealousy, but now she felt she had some quite genuine reasons for her dislike. Partly this was from the discovery she made fairly soon of the sisters' incestuous relationship. It wasn't just that she was prudish in that particularly direction, though it was an activity she'd never have dreamed of having with either her brother or sister. Rather it was more her feeling that Innocence was very much the exploited partner in a relationship which Chastity was able to take advantage of by virtue of the closeness they'd had from birth. She got rather irritated by the occasions when Chastity would intervene in her lovemaking with Innocence and insist that her sister fuck her at least as hard as she'd previously been fucking Purity.

It was true that Innocence got some pleasure out of the lovemaking, though Purity felt sure that she'd never seen her instigate it and always seemed rather apologetic as she entered her sister's ever-waiting cunt. She and Innocence might be having a most glorious fuck - she'd be lost in the waves of her passion with trickles of her own vaginal juices mixing with earlier semen released by her lover, when suddenly she'd find that there was an interloper with her mouth around Innocence's balls, licking the length of her glorious penis or locking her mouth viciously with Innocence's. There as always would be Chastity getting quite obvious pleasure from the power she was able to exert over her sister.

Purity also believed that Chastity was treating her sister rather more as a reliable standby than as a true lover, as she would often bring home with her girls from the college and she knew not whom she'd have sex with. There seemed to be an ever-changing series of girls (and very occasionally boys) who would be led by Chastity to her bedroom, the bathroom or would be found in the throes of passion in the living room. So many of them seemed to be very young - much younger than any of the students that would be going to the college. On occasion they seemed to be more children than consenting adults - particularly the occasional boy. 

The sympathies that Purity felt were always directed towards the lover Chastity brought back - they often seemed rather naïve and unsure of themselves. In fact, Purity was convinced that a rather unseemly high proportion of them were virgins. It upset her to think that for these girls their first experiences of sex should be with someone like Chastity who almost certainly the following day or the day after that be having sex with another person whom Purity had never seen before and would probably never see again. Some of the girls were quite clearly quite tearful and unhappy after their experiences - and Purity imagined would be less enthusiastic in ever repeating.

She could only guess what activities Chastity indulged with these young naïfs, but there was uncomfortable evidence left behind. The smell of urine in the bath where she'd taken them or even on the bed sheets. The traces of blood on the sheets, on the carpet or even just stubbornly left on Chastity's thighs or the dildos she often used. Some of these instruments of sexual pleasure seemed to be of quite cruel if impressive dimensions and even Purity after her years of fucking blanched at the idea of them entering her vagina or her anus, where she knew from the odd blood-stained stool left in the toilet by a tearful visitor they had been used.

"Really, Chastity," she one day rebuked her lover's sister after yet another young girl had left. "Couldn't you be a little more considerate?" She felt extremely sorry as the tear-stained face glimpsed her as she left through the door that Purity was entering. The girl was probably no more than eleven years old and had had some of her clothes rather torn by Chastity's rough lovemaking.

"What do you mean?" spat back the girl, angry at being even mildly chastised.

"The way you treated that girl! I saw how she was stroking her arse and I'm sure that's piss I can smell."

"What's it to you what I do with my lovers?"

"I was just saying that I thought you ought to think more about the people you make love with. I'm sure they didn't want to lose their virginity in such a brutal way."

Chastity snarled as she removed the slightly brown and red-stained dildo she'd had strapped to her otherwise naked body. "Firstly, what makes you think that little slut was a virgin. And secondly even if she was who are you to say how she'd want to lose her virginity. And thirdly I just don't agree with you that I'm brutal."

"But, Chastity," interceded Innocence, who appeared from the bedroom naked and with her penis still slightly erect after having made love to Purity. "You must admit that you're a little bit brutal..."

"Not at all!"

"Well, you sometimes get pretty rough with me, and I've noticed you do get a little bit rough with your lovers."

"Are you siding with your black lover against me, Innocence?"

"What do you mean, Chastity? Are you still bitter about Kedi leaving you?"

"I don't care what you and your hippy friend think. I'll do ... exactly ... what I like!" With that Chastity span around with her dildo in one hand and marched straight into the living room where she turned on the television and watched a sex comedy which she'd normally have sneered at for being too tame, with the volume deliberately turned up loud.

Purity's criticism of Chastity marred the atmosphere in the flat from then on, and Purity soon found that she'd rather preferred the days when Chastity would intervene in her lovemaking with Innocence. Instead she became more possessive of her sister and frequently denied her of her lover's caresses. She became more polite than friendly with her conversation with Purity and deliberately avoided allowing it to become more intimate. Even when Purity made a gesture of putting a hand on Chastity's hand in the hope that it would lead to an unfreezing of the coolness between them, this was just left uncommented and ignored. Eventually she had no choice but to remove her hand and wander away.

Occasionally, Chastity would come up with some rude caustic statements. Some of these were about Purity's perceived prudishness, where Chastity would pretend to seek her approval before taking another underage girl upstairs - "If it's all right with you, of course, Purity?" Sometimes these were harsh comments about her being an old hippie with too much of a fondness for lentils, alternative living and never wearing clothes. She felt very vulnerable on this account, as she was still a vegetarian and definitely never wore clothes any clothes around the house. They still made her feel very uncomfortable. Some of Chastity's comments were pure spiteful racism about her colour: such as references to not seeing her in the dark or not noticing if she were dirty or not. Considering that her lover for so long had also been black, it made Purity wonder if the object of her sarcasm was really herself. 

She knew she couldn't stay for long in this atmosphere, and she felt torn between her desire to leave Chastity and her desire to stay with Innocence. A compromise which she tried hard to persuade Innocence to accept was that when the vacation came she should come away with Purity for some travelling together. In the meantime, she treasured her moments of passion with Innocence on those nights when Chastity didn't make first claim or drag her off (as she'd never done before) to become an active participant in her abuse of her young lovers.

"Innocence, darling! I'm home!" Purity called out as she pushed open the door to the flat after another futile day of looking for work in the city of Labia. There was no reply. "Innocence!" She shouted again, wondering where her lover might be. She knew she wouldn't be with Chastity as she'd seen her sister walking in town with one of her college friends. She pushed open the door to their bedroom to see Innocence in bed with another girl whose very red lipsticked mouth was oozing semen from Innocence's penis that was thrust deep inside while Innocence was greedily lapping at her cunt.

Purity had never seen this girl before, and her appearance came as rather a shock to her. She was totally depilated. Her vagina was shaved, her head was shaved and even her eyebrows were shaved. This gave her a very odd appearance as there was nothing to delimit her forehead from her face. Purity stood at the door in a short skirt and white blouse she'd borrowed from Innocence as the two naked girls continued in their passionate lovemaking - the strange girl only noting her arrival with a disarmingly friendly smile. She stood there for several minutes not at all sure where to put herself, until Innocence saw her there and with a little gasp of embarrassment straightened herself up while the strange girl wrapped herself around her. She had very pale skin that highlighted the freckles around her nose and shoulders.

"You've not met Twelve have you? She's a friend we made when we were living in the country."

"Pleased to meet you," said the girl smiling and still holding Innocence's semi-erect penis covered as it was with the slime of her vagina. She leaned over with her free hand to shake Purity's. "You must be Purity. Innocence has told me so much about you."

Twelve's hand wandered upwards from Purity's hand to her neck and then with a little force the skinny girl pulled her face down to her own, almost unbalancing her in the process. She pushed her tongue deep into Purity's mouth and there was once again the familiar taste of Innocence's semen mixed with Twelve's saliva and some other more exotic tastes that Purity couldn't easily identify. Within seconds Twelve and Innocence had stripped her of all her clothes and the three bundled together in a mass of black and white flesh. She relished the feel of her tongue on the slight stubble of Twelve's crown and around her vagina. She appreciated the way Twelve persuaded Innocence's penis to regain its previous glory and assisted her in thrusting it deep inside her cunt, while she licked and chewed her clitoris and the lips of her vagina. 

Purity was not happy about the way this girl had interposed herself so easily between her and Innocence, but she had to admit to actually rather liking this strange girl. She soon identified the sole piece of jewellery she wore which was a small gold stud in her clitoris that felt so smooth and hard against her tongue and which Twelve adored having nibbled. She was also a welcome relief to the tension in the flat that continued between her and Chastity who nonetheless soon fixed her attention on Twelve when she came home. Purity was grateful for the distraction it provided Chastity as the two started sharing the same bed, leaving her with more time with Innocence.

It was impossible to really dislike Twelve who was very fair and selfless with her lovemaking - paying more attention to giving pleasure than to receiving it, and the source of many of Purity's more passionate orgasms these days. She enjoyed their evenings out together, away from Chastity and her stream of young lovers, either with Innocence and quite frequently without her, as she was so intent on her homework. Twelve was very chatty company who easily made more friends in Labia than Purity had ever done and rather more interesting company as well.

She was a strange companion to be with: her lips so red and the rest of her so bare and hairless (an effect she achieved by the occasional waxing as well as by shaving). She wore an outfit of leather straps which pulled in on the contours of her buttocks and just about hid the lips of her vagina - although Purity was sure she could sometimes feel the stud of her clitoris as they groped together in the dark shadows of a night club or a pub. Her nipples appeared through the straps around her breasts that did nothing to disguise their smallness and on occasion she would wear a collar around her neck that she was sure originally belonged to a large dog. She also affected to wear small fingerless leather gloves which didn't protect her fingers from the stain of nicotine or cannabis that she so habitually smoked. This last affectation was the one that disconcerted Purity the most as tobacco was almost totally banned in the commune (although most other drugs were not). The fumes sometimes made her feel positively unwell and she was always aware of the taste of it on Twelve's tongue and around her stained teeth.




Innocence Lost Ch. 18



Twelve also had a taste for the kind of sex games that Chastity practised and was quite pleased to participate where both Purity and Innocence had reservations. She was, however, somewhat more tender with Chastity's young lovers than Innocence's sister ever was. Although Purity always felt a measure of concern for the children or older girls that entered into their grasps, she noticed that they usually seemed less troubled afterwards (even if Chastity sometimes looked dissatisfied). It was reassuring to see Twelve kissing them tenderly goodbye, sometimes for several minutes, before they left. Some of the sex games Chastity and Twelve practised had an element of perversion in them, Purity was sure. There was sometimes a dribble of urine on Twelve's hairless thighs or even down her face. Sometimes there was even the odd scratch or bruise to be found somewhere or other on Twelve's body - perhaps more visible in contrast to the paleness of her skin and the slight impression of blue veins on her high cheeks. Twelve only laughed when Innocence or Purity commented about it. She never gave a full account of her activities with Chastity - and Purity felt that she didn't really wish to know, either.

When Twelve discovered Purity's plan to leave with Innocence during her vacation to travel around the country, she positively bubbled with enthusiasm. At first, Purity was worried that this meant that she wanted to come as well, which was not what was really intended. Purity had hoped to spend more time alone with Innocence, well away from what she perceived as the malign influence of her sister, but Twelve had somehow come to the same conclusion herself.

"Don't worry, I'll look after Chastity!" She commented. "It'll be such fun to have the flat all to ourselves!" However, she was very eager to describe places to visit, things to do, delicacies to eat and customs to be wary of. Purity looked forward to the vacation as if she was the one who was the student having a well-deserved break.

Twelve persuaded Purity to shave off her own pubic hair which made her groin feel quite vulnerable and tender, but undoubtedly added a new sensation to her lovemaking as she could better feel Innocence's pubic hairs stroke against her bare skin. She didn't enjoy the itchiness that pertained after more than a day's growth, but she felt it was a small price to pay for the new sensitivity she'd gained. However, Twelve couldn't persuade her to dress more like her or her friends. And she wouldn't shave her head or eyebrows either. She just wasn't convinced that it would suit her. Chastity also changed her appearance, but like Purity she stopped short at shaving her head or eyebrows, but did adopt a costume of straps like Twelve's, though hers were of plastic, lycra or lace. This made her look both younger and older than she actually was - but Purity thought it didn't make her look any more attractive. In fact, Purity was convinced that Chastity looked rather harsher and more unsympathetic than before.

To Be Continued...



Innocence Lost Ch. 19



In Which Alice rediscovers Innocence and learns the virtues of Purity; in which Innocence and Purity are shown in the practise of religious devotion; and in which Innocence leaves Chastity and Purity loses Innocence.

The fruition of all plans is often much less than the ambitions associated with their formulation, and so it was with the vacation that Purity had planned together with Innocence. They had scarcely been away a day when over a drink in a café that was near the hostel they were staying at they found themselves scaling down their plans to much more manageable proportions for the time available. It was then that Innocence suggested that they should visit her friend Alice whom she'd not seen for a long time. 

"I've always been a bit nervous visiting her, because she didn't really get on very well with Chastity," she exclaimed.

"Who does?" bitterly commented Purity.

"That's a bit unfair," Innocence said in her sister's defence, but significantly not contradicting the assertion.

It was a couple of days later that Purity and Innocence arrived at Alice's house, wearing robust shoes, shorts and tee-shirts. Alice lived in a part of the country that Purity had never visited before, but it was very suburban and quiet. She enjoyed the leafy greenness of it all, but she didn't relish at all the stares that she got as she walked along. She wasn't sure it was because there weren't many young women her age so relatively lightly clad or if it was because she was the only black face around. Alice's home was a quite dilapidated terraced cottage in a quite anonymous street. A red telephone box stood in front of her house by a row of quite old cars composed in equal measure of rust and metal. Alice, herself, when she opened the door was completely naked, which seemed very unusual in this town with long hair down to her waist that obscured her small breasts but not her light covering of pubic hair. When she saw Purity there with Innocence, she started as if in a kind of shock.

"You! Is it you!" she cried.

Purity wasn't sure what to say, but she smiled broadly. 

"Hello, Alice! I hope you don't mind us turning up unannounced like this," said Innocence. "Meet Purity. A good friend of mine who I've known from school." 

"Oh! Purity! A school friend!" Alice remarked. "Well, come in. Come in. I'm sorry I seemed so startled. I just thought Purity was someone else."

"You mean, you thought she was Kedi?" suggested Innocence, as she and her lover brought their bags into the small narrow hallway.

"I'm afraid you're right," Alice admitted.

The house inside was decorated quite well, with thick wallpaper, framed pictures of cats and other animals and rather a lot of mirrors. Alice escorted them into her living room, where Purity and Innocence sat on the sofa, while she busied herself with making some tea.

"I hope you don't mind us staying for a couple of days, Alice?" asked Innocence. "It's so long since we last met and I don't want to appear to be imposing on your hospitality at all."

"That's fine!" smiled Alice. "I'm quite grateful for visitors. It can sometimes get quite lonely, you know, living by oneself."

"Don't you share the house with Dinah?"

"No, not any more. And I can't say I regret that at all. For all I love my sister, I feel so much happier without her around. And in any case it was beginning to get very strained the two of us living on top of each other. I could hardly feel I had a life of my own. And, as you know, there are other things that complicate matters."

"Yes, there are," agreed Innocence sadly. Purity couldn't be sure as she sat on the sofa sipping the tea that Alice had prepared whether her lover was reflecting on her troubled relationship with her own sister, but she was quite convinced that she was.

"Did you and your sister part on good terms?" wondered Purity.

"What a question!" laughed Innocence embarrassedly.

"Well, not totally," admitted Alice. "And being apart does have its disadvantages. It's a lot more expensive for a start. And I don't get to meet all of Dinah's friends so often. But all in all it's much better. I feel much more independent. And I'm sure we get on better together than we used to."

The three girls spent a long time chatting and reminiscing, sitting quite a distance apart on separate chairs. Purity felt constrained by politeness because she knew that Alice and Innocence had a relationship together in the past and would almost certainly like to spend time together. She also realised that both girls were less than totally forthcoming and would wait almost indefinitely for the other to take the initiative. She could catch the odd glance from the two girls' eyes that told her that it was merely a question of finding the right opportunity and all would be well. She knew she shouldn't feel such an encumbrance, but she was certain that if she weren't there it would be easier for all concerned.

"You know, we haven't brought any wine with us!" remarked Purity as it was approaching evening and the inevitable time in which alcohol would need to be imbibed.

"That doesn't matter! I've got a bottle in the fridge." Alice protested.

"We couldn't dream of imposing on your hospitality as much as that!" Purity insisted. "Where might I go to buy a bottle?"

It was quite a way away along unfamiliar streets, but Purity dawdled there and dawdled back in the hope that in the time she was away Innocence and her friend would have picked up some of their boldness. It was not a pleasant wander for her, as she was very painfully conscious of the stares that she received from the older men and women around. And it wasn't as if she was even showing her cunt. Or even her nipples! It was a relief for her to return to Alice's house and to let herself in with the key that Alice had provided. 

Her hopes for her lover's return to intimacy with Alice were not disappointed as the two of them were lying together enmeshed in one other's arms and had clearly been kissing each other. However, they hadn't progressed too far, as although Alice was naked, Innocence had only stripped off her tee-shirt and was still wearing her shorts. Purity could see that the two of them would be sharing the bed together and that she would be sleeping alone on the spare mattress.

This indeed was what happened after they'd drunk both the bottles of white wine that Purity had brought back with the quantities of fish that Alice had prepared for dinner. They'd chatted over the sound of Alice's choice of music, which was both bizarre and melodic, and got increasingly tipsy. Alice and Innocence were entwined increasingly closely in each other's bodies, and Innocence had even stripped down to just her knickers. Purity had long since discarded all her clothes - feeling so much more comfortable being so unconstrained and felt the pile of the carpet prick into the dark flesh of her buttocks. Alice had many uncomplimentary things to say about Chastity, which Purity felt no compunction about echoing or supplementing. Innocence made very little comment as her two lovers complained about her bossiness, her aggressiveness, the extent of her sexual appetite and her perverse tastes, and most of all her lack of regard for other people's feelings or their desire for privacy. 

"She's much worse than Dinah!" Alice remarked. "I don't know how you can put up with her, Innocence. I really don't."

Innocence smiled sadly, but made no comment. It was clear that she found the conversation unsettling.

Purity deliberately drank more than usual, so that when she put her head down on the flat hard pillow she could lose her consciousness that much sooner. But as she sank off to sleep she was sure she could hear Innocence's familiar cries of sexual ecstasy mingling with those of Alice's. The thought crossed her mind that she could join them. She knew that neither would object too fiercely, and she felt that her current relationship with Innocence somehow gave her a kind of priority. Nonetheless, she thought, what the two girls want more than orgasms is just being together, and her presence would really just be a distraction. Perhaps not too unwelcome, but a distraction for all that.

Purity and Innocence stayed at Alice's house for several days during which Purity felt very sexually frustrated as she observed her lover make frequent love with their host which although it was never done while Purity was able to watch was nevertheless done often enough and loud enough in Alice's bed for her to have a very good idea of what was going on. She became increasingly bored by her stay. It wasn't quite the adventure that she'd hoped for, and however much she knew that Alice and Innocence were enjoying the stay, she was rather looking forward to getting away. She almost looked forward to returning home to the flat with Chastity and Twelve, because at least she'd have Innocence to herself for some of the time.

It was Sunday and although Innocence wasn't much of a churchgoer in Labia she felt enough loyalty to religion after her life in the Order of Magdelenites to feel that today was an opportunity for them all to go to church. The only church that Purity felt any interest in going to was the small chapel of the Brethren of the Eternal Virgin, which she'd heard had a particularly fascinating service. Neither Alice nor Innocence was familiar with the order, which Purity felt was just as well.

They dressed relatively modestly for the service, and joined the other churchgoers entering the chapel, who were generally also dressed quite demurely. Although the church promised to contain Brethren, the majority of the people going were women, mostly in their twenties and thirties, wearing dresses that reached down from a high tight collar to their ankle-boots. As they entered they were welcomed by solemn church music from a small piano and were greeted by the young minister wearing a gown that hid as much of him as the dresses of the women hid of them. He was very welcoming to the three girls and was particularly impressed by Innocence's confession that she was a lapsed nun.

"I hope that you haven't actually abandoned the Love of God," he commented. "He will be with you always whether you are practising the faith actively or passively." 

He guided the three of them to seats on the hard benches near the front of the chapel. In front of each of their seats was the small cushion on which they could pray and a hymn book in a tatty brown leather cover, the print of which had been worn away to illegibility. While Alice and Innocence excitedly chatted to each other, Purity observed the minister as he welcomed in his congregation and noted with satisfaction the particular intimacy in which he greeted some parishioners by kissing them full on the mouth, with their tongues locked together. Others he merely stroked their buttocks and in some cases their crotch. 

The church filled up fairly rapidly, and was soon full of the hubbub of polite conversation as the congregation chatted amongst themselves. When the minister had judged that everyone had arrived, he went to the pulpit and started the service. Innocence and Alice politely looked up at him with broad smiles as he began by welcoming everyone, commented on the weather and then asked if everyone could sing the first song from the hymnbook: Fuck Me Jesus. Alice raised her eyebrows at that but made no comment as the congregation launched into the song. "Fuck me Jesus So Hard I Can Feel Your Spirit Move Me!" the congregation sang. 

Behind the pulpit was a small choir made up of young boys and girls separated by an aisle and supervised by some older choristers. They took the refrain with great enthusiasm - particularly the chorus. "May Your Sperm Imbue Me With The Holy Spirit. Fuck Me! Fuck Me! Fuck Me!" they sang.

The minister began his sermon which was about how the love of Jesus was so much a physical love and that His desire was that all his worshippers should share their love for Jesus and the love He felt for them in as carnal a way as possible. This short sermon was followed by another hymn: My Groin It Aches With Passion, followed soon after by successively: My Arse Belongs To You, Lord Jesus and Shower Me With Holy Semen.

"Let Us Pray," announced the Minister. Alice and Innocence bowed their heads, but Purity kept her head up and watched as the Minister unbuttoned his gown while leading the prayer. Underneath he was wholly naked and taking his penis with one hand he masturbated while proclaiming his prayer. "Shower us with the Knowledge of how best to show our Love. Give us the ability to love our neighbours with all our heart and with the passion of Jesus Christ who so loved us that he died for our souls." 

When he finished with his "Amen." the congregation looked up to see the Minister standing with his erect penis in front of him. A girl from the front row, sitting with her mother and father, stood up and with a few gestures she removed her dress which she left with her parents and stood wearing only her socks and ankle boots. She walked up to the Minister, and in front of the hushed congregation she kneeled down, took the Minister's erect penis in her hand and stroked it slowly from the base to the glans. She continued doing this for nearly a minute, and then with a cry of "Hallelujah!" (which was echoed softly by several parishioners) she took the length of it in her mouth and sucked it long and hard. 

Purity could see that the girl had not been selected for her beauty as she was rather plain, had virtually no figure to speak of and her eyes were just a little too close together. But the Minister was clearly enjoying her attention. While this was going on, several parishioners, crossing themselves, made their way to the front of the church and kneeled down in supplication in front of their Minister and his volunteer. It was then that this part of the service reached its climax, when the Minister carefully withdrew his penis from deep inside the girl's throat and offered it in turn to each of the parishioners, male and female, who were to receive the fruit of Jesus' love in the form of the semen that the Minister had blessed. As each took a small gobbet of semen from the erect penis which was practisedly secreting measured amounts of sperm with tiny little shudders, the Minister placed his hand on their head and said the same thing to each of them which was "Jesus Loves You, Sister." or "Jesus Loves You, Brother."

This ceremony went on for much longer than Purity believed possible. When each worshipper had received their small portion of semen in the mouth, they stood up with a beatific smile, crossed themselves and wandered back to their seat. She noticed that many of the women had fully undone the buttons at the top of their dress, revealing their chest, breast and nipples, presumably so that none of the Minister's semen would spill on their clothes. These worshippers were of all ages, but interestingly were predominately the older or plainer members of the congregation.

When this part of the service was over, the Minister instructed the choir to divest themselves which they did, revealing their children's bodies with undeveloped shape and in most cases yet to grow the slightest vestige of pubic hair. They came out in a row and stood facing the congregation and entertained with renditions of Jesus Is My Fucker, My Vagina Awaits Your Love, Sweet Lord and Fuck Me Gently, Fuck Me Slow, Jesus My Love. They then bowed their heads and turned around to leave the church. They were joined then by all the children from the congregation, leaving only the adults behind. Purity smiled. It was clear that the Brethren of the Eternal Virgin didn't want to be seen to encourage under-age sex.

When the last of the children had left, then with a cry of "Hallelujah! God Be Praised!" all the congregation stood up and stripped off their clothes with the notable exceptions of Purity and her somewhat embarrassed friends. The congregation began kissing and stroking each other, and several made their way to the front of the chapel which was covered by a large red cloth over a thick pile carpet. They then started making passionate love with each other and their neighbours with the Minister watching over them and guiding them to their action. Purity watched fascinated at the mounds of flesh and the indiscriminateness of attention. There seemed to be no distinction observed at all in the gender chosen of their partners or several partners. Several parishioners cried out "Hallelujah!" and "May God be Praised!" before plunging into their sexual abandonment.

"Shall we join them?" wondered Purity, unbuttoning the top two buttons of her blouse.

"No! Not at all! This isn't what I came here for!" protested Innocence uncertainly, no doubt very nervous of revealing her peculiar assets.

"You can if you like," said Alice disapprovingly, "but Innocence and I are going home."

Purity smiled. She'd not really expected much different from the two girls. But she knew what she wanted. She'd had her eyes on several of the more attractive women in the congregation, including a black woman with enormous thighs and very full lips, and a woman of nearly forty with a beautiful slim figure and perky little breasts. She continued unbuttoning her blouse, freeing the breasts that she'd kept so uncomfortably restrained, and pulling down her skirt. She kept her shoes on though, as she was sure that otherwise the stone floor of the chapel would be uncomfortably hard and cold. She then kissed Alice and Innocence tenderly, knowing that they would very soon be leaving, and then made her way up the aisle to the mass of bodies.

She hesitated on the edge, with others who were equally unsure but still murmuring the odd "Hallelujah!" The Minister was wandering amongst his orgiastic congregation waving his erect penis on them and scattering semen over them which they received gratefully. "Jesus showers his love on you!" he said as he released another gobbet of semen over a tall woman with a large birthmark covering half her face now slightly lightened by the shiny glutinous liquid of the Minister's generosity. "I love you, Jesus!" she cried. "Fuck me, Jesus! Fuck me!" It certainly wasn't Jesus, as far as Purity could see who was entering her vagina, nor was it Jesus who was thrusting simultaneously hard at her anus.

It was like entering the cold waters of a swimming pool, Purity decided. It's better to dive straight in, rather than to wait for gradual acclimatisation. With that thought she lay herself on top of the large black woman, putting a hand in her crotch where a penis was thrusting in and out with great enthusiasm, and applied her mouth to that of a very young girl whose hair was in plaits and whose face appeared to be a mess of acne spots. She felt a frisson of pleasure as an erect penis, perhaps that of the Minister made its way into the moist and welcoming portals of her vagina.

Purity didn't look forward to returning to Labia at all. She had rather enjoyed the respite from Chastity's sour unfriendly character and resolved to herself to leave fairly soon after arriving. She could see that Innocence was aware of her unhappiness and was herself troubled by it. She made a few feeble attempts to defend her sister, but was quite clearly ill at ease with Purity's bitter remarks. "Perhaps she'll have changed after being left at home without us," she commented unconvincingly.

There was no evidence of this when Purity and Innocence found Chastity and Twelve in the company of a young girl - probably no more than eleven years old - engaged in sex games in the living room. The girl was on her knees with her hands bound tightly behind her back and her mouth pressed against Twelve's bare groin and with Chastity pressing hers against her hair. Before Innocence had the opportunity to announce their arrival, Chastity suddenly let loose a torrent of urine from her crotch which ran through the girl's hair and trickled down her face. "Uuugghh!" she gasped with disgust. "It tastes horrid! I don't like this anymore! I want to go home!"




Innocence Lost Ch. 19



Chastity made no reply. Instead she pulled the girl's head forcefully back and placed her damp crotch against the girl's mouth, with Twelve looking evidently less happy at the turn of events. She looked up from the child with a look of some concern and noticed Purity and Innocence watching with some disgust, still in their clothes and holding the rucksacks that they'd only just loosened off from their shoulders.

"Why! Hello there!" she greeted friendlily, drawing Chastity's attention to the additional company. She turned her head round and smiled warmly at the two of them.

Innocence did not return the greeting with anything like the same degree of friendliness. "What are you doing to that poor girl?"

"Nothing that she's not enjoying!" responded her sister baldly.

"I don't believe you!" Innocence cried with a certain amount of passion. She dropped her rucksack on the ground. "Leave the girl alone now!"

Twelve backed off and stood sheepishly to one side. Her lipstick was a little smudged and she had a blue swelling around one of her eyes. Chastity pulled the child's face closer to her groin. "We're consenting partners. I don't think you have any right, sister, to tell me what we should consent to do."

"You seduce these children. You bring them home. And then you abuse them. You piss on them! You tie them up! You hit them! What sort of pleasure is that to most of them! You're just a monster!"

"I don't do anything with my lovers they don't want me to..."

"Do you tell them in advance what you're going to do to them? Did you tell this girl that you'd piss in her mouth?"

"She enjoyed it! It was fun!" Chastity looked at the girl who was weeping softly. She was standing up unsteadily with her arms behind her and her hair damp from its recent showering. Only the colour of the urine distinguished itself from the tears running down her face. Purity suspected that the girl wasn't too sure what had been happening to her judging from the evidence of the grains of white powder left on a mirror laid flat on the table and a half empty bottle of whiskey by the side of it. Her gaze was unfocused and her mouth looked unhealthily lax.

"It might be fun for you, Chastity. But it's just sadistic abuse of minors as far as any one else is concerned. And I don't think this little child's going to enjoy the memory of what you've been doing to her at all! And what would you have done later? Would you have crapped on her as well as piss on her? Would she be forced to eat her own shit? Would you start beating her with a stick? Would you push a dildo up her arse? You're just a filthy disgusting pervert!"

"How dare you call me that! It's the influence of your coal-cellar friend isn't it? Making you a real goody two-shoes. I suppose she's got you eating organic rice and chanting mantras now! What I do is my business and nobody else's."

"Come on, Twelve!" Innocence continued addressing the very guilty looking girl who was hoping to stay out of the fray. "What's my sister been doing? Is there anything in fact that she's not been doing? How many children has she abused? How many young boys has she sodomised? How many children has she tied up, beaten up, pissed on, shat on and humiliated? I bet this place has been like a sadomasochist's sexual fantasy while we've been away."

"It's not always that bad!" Twelve said, weakly defending herself. "It's just that we get carried away. And there's some real good stuff I've been getting recently. You just don't know what you're doing after a while."

"I don't believe you!" countered Innocence. "I don't believe my sister has ever not known exactly what she's doing! In fact I don't think I can bear to even live under the same roof as her."

"Exactly right!" spat back her sister with a venom that startled Purity. "If you don't like living with me, you can just leave. Forget all I've ever done for you. Forget that we're sisters. Run off with your nigger lover and live in a tepee. Grow fucking lentils and be so fucking holy. I haven't forgotten that not so long ago you were a fucking tight-arsed, dry cunted nun! Go back to your convent and be fucking sanctimonious somewhere else. Take your fucking Pure as the driven snow but as black as the fucking ace of spades girlfriend with you. I don't care! I don't fucking care what you and your cuntish friend do! You can just fuck off and never come back, for all I fucking care!"

"I'll do just that! And now!" shouted back Innocence, who turned around and raced out of the room. Purity glanced back at Chastity who was watching as Twelve unfastened the cords binding the young girl's hands together and comforted her as she cried with the abandon reserved for children. She then chased after Innocence, who true to her words was pulling her clothes and possessions out of the drawers in her bedroom and stuffing them with no particular attention into some cases.

"Are you serious, Innocence?" Purity asked watching as her lover busied herself with tears running down her face.

"I've never been so serious! I've got to get away! I can't bear to live with her a moment longer!"

"But what about your studies? What about all the work you've done at the college!"

"That doesn't mean anything any more! I'm leaving Labia! I'll go off to the city! Start again. Live a life away from the malign influence of my hateful sister!"

Purity looked out of the bedroom at Twelve who was tenderly washing the young girl in the bathroom and at Chastity who was preparing some powder on the mirror and swigging from the bottle of whiskey while she did so. She glanced around malevolently at Purity. "Who're you fucking look at, you fucking nigger!"

Purity declined to comment, but hovered at the doorway transfixed in hopeless indecision. What should she do? She didn't feel inclined to join Innocence in her desperate departure. She resolved to return to Brook. That was after all where she felt most at home and where most of her friends were. She had never felt properly settled in Labia, and if Innocence was leaving there was nothing really to keep her there.

"My sister's fucked me so many times! She's fucked me like a fucking piston engine!" snarled Chastity. "Now she says she's gonna leave me. What fucking ingratitude! I taught her everything she knows about fucking. The best fucks she's ever had have been with me! Everyone else - you included - have just been fucking nothing. She'll come back! She won't be able to live without me and my cunt." Chastity swivelled round in her chair and faced Purity with her shaved and slightly red vagina fully displayed. She opened her legs and slid a forefinger into the open crack while swigging a mouthful of whiskey. "Admit it! You want a taste of my cunt, too. But you're not fucking going to! And neither's my fucking sister! She may have the best fucking prick there is but this is one cunt she's not going to get inside again!"

Purity grimaced and returned to Innocence's bedroom to see if she could comfort her. She felt that her rôle at this moment was to stand by her lover's side in her moments of distress. But Innocence was nowhere to be seen. She and all her bags were gone. So, too, Purity discovered were Twelve and the young girl. She was alone in the flat with Chastity. She ran frantically from room to room, hoping that she was mistaken or that some message had been left. But there was nothing.

"Lost something, nigger?" asked Chastity unkindly as she popped her head back into the living room. "Perhaps you want a fuck." She had a very crude looking dildo inside her vagina and was pushing it in and out. Her nostril was running with snot mixed with a small amount of blood and her face had a wild expression on it. Purity didn't answer. She picked up her bag and slamming the front door she left as well, leaving Chastity alone with her drugs and her sexual aids.

To Be Continued...



Innocence Lost Ch. 20



In Which Innocence is lost in Congress; and Twelve introduces Innocence to the literary merits of Honore.

Twelve had no intention of returning to the flat to rejoin Chastity. She'd had just about enough of her and how she'd persuade her to do things with her young lovers that made her feel guilty and soiled. She carried her rucksack of possessions over her shoulder through the streets of Labia, relishing the attention her appearance aroused, and made her way to the railway station. She wasn't that surprised to find Innocence sitting on a bench in the station with her own untidy bags at her feet and her face buried in her hands. As she approached she could see that the bags were hurriedly packed and that several articles of clothing protruded through the openings of the bags. She placed a comforting hand on Innocence's shoulder.

"Are you alright, Innocence darling?"

The unhappy girl raised her face to show the tears welling from her eyes and their liquid trails reflected on her cheeks. "Leave me alone! Don't touch me!"

Twelve removed her hand tactfully. "Where are you going, Innocence sweetest?"

"Somewhere. Nowhere. Anywhere! I don't know!"

"I'll put you up in my bedsit for a day or so, if you like. It's a bit cramped, but it's the least I can do after the hospitality you've shown me."

"I don't want to! I don't want anything to do with my sister. Or any of her lovers!"

"Don't be silly, Innocence. You've got to stay somewhere. You can't just sleep here. And you've never been to the capital before, have you? City life may well agree with you. Come on! I insist! I can't permit myself to leave you in this state!"

It took a fair more effort on Twelve's part, but eventually she persuaded Innocence to pick up her bags and join her on one of the many trains heading to the capital city of Congress. She sat next to Innocence with her arms around the girl's shoulders, squeezing her close to her breast, wiping away her tears and listening without comment to Innocence's long litany of complaints about Chastity. Her sister was blamed for almost every misfortune that had ever occurred in her life - a little unfairly Twelve thought, but she had long believed that it was merely a matter of time until the two separated.

Twelve's bedsit on the twelfth floor of a tall apartment block was undeniably small. It consisted mostly of a single bed that filled out the space not occupied by a small shower, a single oven ring and a small cupboard that held all her worldly possessions. There was no space for any more furniture, and it was necessary for all her guests to join her on her bed. A small television set sat on top of the audio equipment piled high on the cupboard. Every available inch of wall was covered with postcards and posters that reflected her present obsessions and quite a few that she'd had and had not yet wholly abandoned. As always, it was with some difficulty that she pushed open her door as it caught on the cigarette stained carpet which covered the floor, and ignored the stares of her nosy neighbour - a girl who Twelve disdainfully noticed was unfashionably dressed in a twelve-inch dildo strapped to her waist with two long plaits at the back of her otherwise shaved head.

Twelve comforted Innocence as best she could, and with the skill that had come from considerable practice she divested the girl of all her clothes and persuaded her penis into erection and then into her welcoming vagina. She knew that Innocence was making love more out of a need for distraction than any degree of passion or affection, but she accepted that. It in no way lessened the pleasure she received as Innocence thrust deeply in and out of her. She buried her tongue deep into Innocence's mouth, gliding it over her teeth and in and out of the crevices of her molars, more to prevent her returning to her litany of woes than in any particular desire for dental knowledge.

"Hi there, Twelve!" she heard while Innocence was plugging into her anus, now sufficiently lubricated with passion to take any punishment. "Got yet another new boyfriend."

Innocence looked up from where she'd buried her face in Twelve's smooth face, and with her penis still hiden inside, to examine Twelve's visitor. It was Twenty - one of Twelve's closer girlfriends - dressed exactly like Twelve with black lipstick and eye shadow and substantially fatter. Her stomach rolled over the leather straps confining her vagina and her large nipples stuck out in a kaleidoscope of lipsticked colours. Her shaved head was hidden by a beret and she held a lit cigarette in her left hand.

"Or girlfriend, I should say," corrected Twenty. "Or is it both. Are you into transsexuals, now, sweetest? And what is she? Girl gone boy? Or boy gone girl? The operations must have been fucking expensive!"

Twelve twisted her body around and restrained Innocence while ensuring her still erect penis was embedded deep inside her cunt. She didn't feel like sharing Innocence with anyone! Innocence probably wouldn't want to anyway. And she knew that given even the slightest provocation, Twenty would get her fat surgery enhanced lips right over Innocence's prick and suck out the last drop of semen from it.

"What the fuck do you want, Twenty darling?" Twelve asked friendlily. "Whatever it is you're not fucking getting it from Innocence here."

"Innocence, is it? What a fucking wonderful name! You don't get many with names like that in Congress. Is it a girl's name or a boy's name?"

"Innocence is a girl. And always has been! She's never had surgery or anything. She's always been like that!"

"Well, fuck me!" exclaimed Twenty.

"No she won't!" retorted Twelve quickly. Then more diplomatically: "Unless you want to, Innocence love?"

Innocence shook her head. It hadn't been that easy persuading her to indulge with Twelve who'd been regularly making love to Chastity recently, and Twelve knew that she wasn't one who readily swapped partners. Also she flattered herself with some justification, Twelve wasn't that bad looking even if the slightest bit of sun got her peeling like a thin-skinned orange, whereas Twenty was really not that attractive however much she'd managed to keep abreast of the fashions.

"So, what the fuck do you want, Twenty?"

"I just wanted to know if you wanted to come out. Nowhere special mind. But somewhere."

Twelve quickly assented, knowing that this would provide Innocence with the perfect excuse to stay and rest. She knew all that Innocence really wanted was time to reflect and retire. As she predicted, her friend showed no inclination at all in joining Twenty and her in going to the night-clubs or wine bars of Congress. She was quite happy curling herself into a naked ball under the ragged blankets of Twelve's slim bed, while her hostess slipped on her leather thongs and joined Twenty.

"That's a fucking neat beret you've got," Twelve commented.

"Yeah. Fucking great!" sniffed Twenty nonchalantly. "They're all wearing them these days! You're not still wearing a cunt stud, are you? Fuck me, girl! You'd better take it out before we go anywhere. You don't want people to think you're some kind of dildo dyke, do you?"

Twelve had been away from the city too long, she could see. She carefully removed the stud and left it on the cupboard, while resolving to get a beret or similar as soon as possible. She felt a little anxiety that her reputation might be irreparably damaged if she were seen bare-headed. On the other hand, she felt sure that the hats she had stuffed in her drawers from previous vacillations of fashion wouldn't quite fit the bill satisfactorily. She blew a kiss to Innocence's distraught and sad little face as she departed with her arm around Twenty's waist, and the two departed jerking their behinds - one taut and slim, and the other sagging uncomfortably over bulky thighs.

Twelve felt pretty sure that Innocence wouldn't be happy for long staying with her in her tiny bedsit and she was also fairly sure that her own lifestyle would soon conflict very untidily with what she knew of Innocence's while she had lived in Labia. She racked her brains as to what she could do with her, and was convinced she'd found a solution when she saw an advertisement in the local newspaper announcing that her friend Honore L'Oeuf was visiting the city. She felt sure that Innocence would get on well with her authoress friend with the massive 80 inch bust. 

So when Twelve had at last returned mid-afternoon from a long night out in the night-clubs with Twenty and several other friends, her eyes bleary, her crotch dripping with semen and lubricating jelly and her thighs aching from dancing and fucking, she was pleased to see Innocence quite enthusiastic at meeting such a famous author. She hadn't actually read any of Honore L'Oeuf's erotic children's stories, but she was familiar with the name. Twelve had herself met Honore when she was still a child herself - just on the edge of her teens and hungry for sex. Honore was attracted to her young child's body with its smooth crotch and the fashion in those days for children's clothes made her look even younger than she was with her long hair in plaits and a flared dress which revealed her lack of knickers underneath. It had been the first time that Twelve had made love with an older woman, and of course Honore couldn't have been much more than twenty years old herself at the time. She still remembered with fondness the passion of their lovemaking and the accuracy with which Honore had identified the parts of her body which most enjoyed stimulation.

Twelve took Innocence to a Literary Festival that was being held in the Congress City Hall where Honore L'Oeuf was addressing a sold-out audience on the subject of sexuality, sexual abuse and children where she was no doubt rehearsing her familiar argument about the need for child erotica and how it did not imply at all any encouragement for the sexual abuse of children by adults. The hypocrite! commented Twelve to herself. Innocence and she hadn't been able to buy any tickets so they waited until Honore had finished her lecture before entering the lecture hall. 

Honore's visit also coincided with the publication of a new book that was on display in the foyer, and Twelve guessed that part of her purpose in visiting the city was to publicise it. It was called James and the Giant Penis, and featured the hero of the hugely successful Willy Wanker and the Semen Factory in another story of child related penis adventures. Twelve idly skimmed through the pages of a copy that was underneath a display of the main character struggling with an enormous penis almost as tall as the boy himself and impossible to contain in any pair of trousers. The pictures inside showed lucidly the problems that poor James had with a penis that kept hitting people as it spurted into full erection, the mess it made on carpets and the difficulty it had in penetrating any orifice that wanted its attention. It did however make James very popular with other girls and boys who took great delight in playing with the penis and causing it to become embarrassingly erect and took showers in the gobbets of semen it inevitably released.

The author herself was dressed in an enormous blouse which was pulled in at her relatively slim waist, but didn't in any way disguise the enormous swelling of her breasts against its fabric. The buttons held onto each other with a desperation that looked likely to fail every time her breast heaved with an exhalation of breath. She wore a very plain navy blue skirt and stockings and shoes. How drab! thought Twelve who had only that morning bought herself a green beret that she proudly wore on her shaven head. 

When Twelve introduced Honore to Innocence she wasn't at all surprised to see the way her eyes kept wandering back to the restrained breasts. Honore was renting an apartment in the city for the weeks that she was staying until returning to Brook. "I feel so much more at ease there!" she said smiling, holding the massive weight of her breasts in the palms of her hands. "I don't have to squeeze these things into totally inappropriate clothes. But Twelve, you'd just feel so odd there. No fashions to follow. And you look so divine at the moment. What a cute beret!"

Innocence was dressed in just shorts and a tee-shirt. Twelve had had no success at all in persuading her to shave off any more hair than that which she was already taking off her legs and her armpits. She also had no success in persuading her to wear one of her older thongs or even to show her breasts. Innocence was (let's face it!) rather dull really. However, it was clear to her that Honore was attracted by Innocence's quite reserved character and her physical beauty. "Such a little beauty! The both of you must come back to my apartment."

"And there are hidden secrets in Innocence's knickers as well!" hinted Twelve as the three of them got into a taxi with a young girl whom Honore had persuaded to come back with her despite her mother's reservations. 

"What might those be?" wondered Honore playfully, with an arm around the small girl's shoulders and a hand burrowed inside her blouse. 

"Wait and see!"

Honore wasn't disappointed when they got back to her luxury apartment and had insisted that everyone take their clothes off. "It's so uncomfortable otherwise!" It had certainly been so for Honore who divested her clothes with great relish, tearing off several buttons from her capacious blouse. Twelve was pleased to see that the massive breasts were showing no evidence of sagging with age, and her enormous nipples were still as large as her thumbs when erect which they soon were. The young girl was much more embarrassed about taking off her clothes, revealing her total lack of breasts or indeed of any adult features, but it was Innocence who was the most embarrassed. Particularly, Twelve assumed, because her wonderful penis was already throbbing with desire and would take very little effort to become fully erect.

"What a darling surprise!" Honore gasped. "Is it real?"

"It's as real as your massive mammaries!" Twelve remarked. "And produces much more milk!"

Honore leaned a hand out and stroked the penis. As Twelve suspected it immediately jumped to attention. "Look at this, Six!" she said to the girl who was with them. "Have you ever seen anything like this before?"

The girl shook her head shyly. "Only on TV. And not so big and stiff!"

"And talking of big and stiff..." laughed Twelve holding one of Honore's nipples. She bent her mouth over and applied it to the mass of it. "Come on, Six (is it?) Taste this!"

Both Six and Innocence were soon persuaded to take turns on Honore's prominent assets the nipples of which soon found themselves inside Six's vagina and Innocence's anus. Then with the application of some champagne that Honore had delivered by a very nervous maid (who resolutely declined to accompany them in their lovemaking), the four of them were soon indulging in some very frantic activity. Twelve loved nibbling at Honore's breasts while Innocence hammered frantically into her anus. She persuaded Honore, who only rarely indulged in sex with penises, to accept Innocence's member first into her vagina and then when her passion was greater into her arse. She even managed to persuade little Six (with a little kind assistance from Honore) to accept Innocence's penis, despite her initial protests.

"I can't do this! It's not right!" 

"It is, if it's right for her!" insisted Honore, as Innocence's penis thrust deeper and deeper into her vagina which betrayed its virginity with a release of blood and a few cries of pain. "Six won't be the first little girl whose loss of virginity I've supervised." She looked at Innocence's penis as it released semen over the child's smooth skin. "Now back inside me!" she ordered, taking the penis before it was finished and with an agility even Twelve would have thought impossible for one with such large encumbrances swivelled her body round to impale herself again on the length of it, her enormous breasts hanging to either side of her relatively flat stomach.

To Be Continued...



Innocence Lost Ch. 21



In Which Leon rediscovers Innocence; and Honore is introduced to virtues beyond the normal condition.

Leon never enjoyed his visits to the city of Congress whenever they were necessary. He was very uncomfortable squeezing his enormous penis into the leg of his trousers - even though he always made a point of wearing them very baggy irrespective of how fashionable or not that might be at any one time. He particularly dreaded getting an erection as it pushed so obviously against the inside thigh of his trousers, and when he walked when his penis was in such a state he could easily be mistaken for someone with a war wound or congenital limp.

He was standing at a newspaper kiosk just outside one of the parks that so adorned the city, wondering what to do now that he had settled his business affairs for the day and rather relishing the opportunity to see something more of the excitements provided by such a large city. He was a little weary at the moment, and the thought of just settling down to read a newspaper was very attractive. It was then that he saw Innocence in shorts and a simple top that covered some but not all of the mound of her breasts. She was dawdling through the park looking around her at the children playing on swings, the naked statues of famous people and the clusters of sparrows. Leon strode into the park and waved at her. He noticed that she now had much longer hair, falling freely well over her shoulders. There were so many women in the city who'd shaved off all their hair that this seemed almost unusual.

"So what are you doing in Congress?" Leon asked. "You've left Brook, have you?"

"I'm here looking for a job," Innocence confessed, "but I really don't know what to do. None of the jobs I've seen advertised look very good to me. I'm staying with someone in an apartment she's temporarily letting, so I'm also having to look for a place to rent."

"So you've only recently come to live in the city," Leon surmised. "Where were you living before?"

Innocence was clearly quite grateful to have someone to talk to, so she chatted about her studies in Labia, her departure from the flat she'd shared with her sister and how she was now staying with the famous authoress, Honore L'Oeuf. 

"I've heard of her. She doesn't leave Brook very often, does she? It must be very difficult for her restraining her enormous breasts in a place where full nudity is generally reserved for the very young."

"You must have difficulties in restraining your own assets."

"That I have! It feels so stupid hiding everything. It makes it so uncomfortable!" He looked down at the length of his penis which despite himself was swelling against the inside thigh of his trousers as a result of the attraction he was feeling towards Innocence. "But you also have some quite unusual assets don't you? Wouldn't you rather have them out in the open too."

"Oh no! I'm much happier if no one knows about it. People stare so much! It's so embarrassing."

"I'm sure it's mostly out of envy."

"Do you think so?" Wondered Innocence, clearly enchanted by the idea.

"Well, of course. A beautiful girl like you with such a beautiful penis. The best of both worlds!"

Leon and Innocence eventually found their way to an open air bar where they drank beer in the afternoon sun and Leon discussed his views of the city and updated Innocence on Une's life. Inevitably the two of them soon made their way to the hotel where Leon was staying: not one of the grandest in the city by any means, but as Leon knew only too well no less expensive for that. Leon took her up to his room which overlooked an office block and a distant view of the river. Innocence was clearly very impressed by the grandeur.

"It's so luxurious!" She remarked running her fingers over the walnut veneer of the back of the chairs. "And the bed looks enormous!"

"It's big enough for me!" Agreed Leon. And soon it had to be big enough for the two of them, as he took off his clothes to reveal the monstrous size of his penis. He held it in one hand, and the two of them admired the smooth length of it, the finger-width veins and the glans as big as a clenched fist. Innocence remained clothed as she took the tip of it into her mouth, just about getting her lips around it, and feeling with her tongue the smooth curvature and the ridge to the back of it. As she stimulated it Leon felt the blood gorging down its length, making it yet larger and causing him to gasp as it appeared to swell beyond even its usual capacity. Innocence caressed the testicles with both her hands, juggling the rock hardness of them in the palms. Leon creased up his face and looked up towards the ceiling.

"Take your clothes off" he pleaded. "Please."

Innocence assented, revealing her own erect penis looking so junior in comparison to Leon's own magnificence. Leon returned Innocence's favours by applying his own mouth to it, relatively easily getting the whole length of it into his throat while his friend continued to concentrate her own attention on his own member. Much as Leon would have liked it was physically impossible for him to get his penis inside any orifice of Innocence's body other than her mouth. Her anus, although a practised recipient of penises and dildos, was not nearly wide enough to permit entrance to even the smallest portion of his penis. Leon was quite used to this. There were very few vaginas, let alone anuses, which allowed egress to him - and there had only ever been one cunt in which he'd been able to enjoy normal sexual intercourse.

However, he'd learnt to find his pleasures in other ways, and one of these Innocence was quite happy to give. First of all he pushed his penis through her legs from behind so that it protruded below her own erect penis, rubbing along the base of it, tingling on the feel of her balls. Even so, his own penis still outstretched that of Innocence's even taking into account the distance of full thigh it had to pass through. His next pleasure was when Innocence went behind him, first lubricating his arse with spit and jelly, and then with a little exertion (his arse though welcoming was not that lax) she entered inside him pushing her penis up against the back of the base of his penis, which as it was so well endowed was also more sensitive as a result of the engorged veins necessary to maintain its greatness. She took his penis with both hands as she fucked away, and it came as a great and most pleasurable relief when at last the two of them came together: Innocence's semen spurting inside him and trickling down out of his arse and down his very hairy legs, while his own semen splashed several yards across the room and onto the expensive wallpaper, the luxury silk sheets and the down-filled pillows. The two of them gasped in unison, surely disturbing anyone in adjacent rooms (if they'd not already been disturbed by the rhythmic rocking of the bed and the grunts)

It was just that moment that there came a knock on the door, and without waiting for a response a maid entered, her head and eyebrows shaved and wearing only an apron and flat shoes. "You wanted room service, sir?" She said with no embarrassment as she pushed in a trolley with the champagne, cakes and biscuits that Leon ordered. She glanced at the two naked bodies with penises lying collapsed and semen dripping down Leon's legs. She blinked in surprise at the pair of them. She'd obviously not expected to see two penises and certainly not one which even exhausted was larger than Innocence's would be erect. The maid blushed and then hastened out of the room, while Leon stirred awkwardly towards the trolley.

"Have a drink!" He offered as he poured out a glass for Innocence. "Then maybe we'll have energy for more sex later."

Innocence smiled weakly. "Yes, that would be nice!"

Leon was soon to be introduced to Honore whose books he had read as part of his own business research and had very much enjoyed. He and Innocence found her seated, naked as always, in her apartment with a portable computer on the desk busily typing while partly watching Six and a young boy of about the same age making love on the bed. Innocence had told Leon about Six and the boy, Thirteen, whom Honore had had eagerly presented to her by parents who were very keen on him supplying Honore with the sexual gratification that she so desired and wrote so much about. He was a lot bolder than Six, and was as difficult to dissuade from making love as Six had initially been to persuade.

"Hello, Leon," greeted Honore, after Innocence had introduced him. "I've heard so much about you and your business. So, at last we meet! It's a wonder we've not done so before."

"Indeed it is, Honore! So, tell me what is the oeuvre you're writing. Is it more about your large-pricked character, James?"

"Don't stand on form!" insisted Honore. "Take off your clothes! I know about your own massive penis. Not as large as my fictional one - but no less impressive for that I'm sure!" 

Leon removed his clothes and revealed a quite slack penis still considerably larger than Innocence's own. "I hope you still think so!"

"It certainly is! I hope to get better acquainted with it. But to answer your question. No, I'm not writing about James at the moment. My present story is called The Ugly Fucking. It's about a girl who's got a facial disfigurement which really put people off her, but when they get to know her better they find that the rest of her body is truly beautiful and that she is a truly accomplished fuck. At the end of the story, the illness which has disfigured her is cured and everyone falls passionately in love with her, but now she can be much more discriminating about who she lets fuck her, and upsets some of those who were particularly nasty to her."

"That sounds like a very moral story."

"Indeed it is! And I've already planned my next story which is about three sisters who get fucked by a rather unpleasant older man in payment for rent. I'm not sure how that one's going to work out - but one of these sisters is going to be a lot more practical than the other two and manages to get the older man in a situation where he won't take advantage of the girls any more. I hope it'll be a kind of riposte to those who claim that my fiction condones the abuse of children by adults."

"Not that you'd ever practise such things yourself..."

Honore blushed. "Of course not! But let's see your famous penis!" She stood up with care so that her breasts which had rested beneath the desk where she had been working would not topple it over. Leon could see that the accounts of her enormous breasts had not been exaggerated. Knowing the difficulties his own out-sized asset caused him he could only sympathise with the problems Honore's breasts would undoubtedly cause her. She glided towards where Leon was standing, and knelt down in front of him, the base of her breasts resting on the soft pile of the carpet and her hands and mouth applied to his penis. Within seconds his penis swelled in a number of jerky fits to its full monstrous size. Honore could barely get her mouth over the tip of it.

"Six! Thirteen! Come here! Here's another sight you'd never believe if you'd never actually seen it!" Honore ordered. The two children jumped off the bed and ran over eagerly to examine Leon's penis. Thirteen was sufficiently enthusiastic to put his mouth to the glans and attempt to take it in his mouth, but it wasn't sufficiently elastic to stretch around it. His own tiny hairless penis had regained its erection and he encouraged it further by stroking and pulling it with a hand. 

"Can I fuck him? Please, Honore! Can I fuck him?"

Honore naturally assented. The company was soon enmeshed on the bed, excluding Innocence, who had only recently introduced the boy to anal intercourse with the assent and close scrutiny of his parents. Innocence still felt very uneasy about making love to children, and never actually did so without Honore's forceful persuasion. Leon soon had Thirteen's small erect penis fully inside his tight anus, while thrusting his penis back and forth in between Honore's breasts while Six's tongue greedily licked and chewed on both his penis and her older lover's breasts. Six then positioned herself on top of his penis, riding it like the back of a pony, while Thirteen who'd lost his available semen inside Leon's hairy arse licked away at her tiny clitoris and pushed his fingers deep inside her recently enlarged vagina.

This sexual activity continued and continued, while Leon held back the release of his own semen - a skill gained by frequent practice and a little expert schooling - until there was no longer any possible of restraining it. And then with a sudden explosion, the semen shot out, splattering Six's flat chest, Thirteen's short-cropped face and trickling down the monstrous contours of Honore's breasts. And then again. And again. And again. Over the sheets. In Honore's ready mouth and in her hair. On Six's shaven pate and over her tight uncontoured buttocks. And even a few gobbets flying over and splattering Innocence whose penis had been quite stimulated by the activity.

Then Leon felt Innocence's full and more adult penis fill inside his anus, causing his member to regain its full size. At the same time, he could see that Thirteen had formed a chain of fuckers by getting behind Innocence and doing what he'd already had previous experience of by fucking Innocence's arse. In not too many moments he felt the stimulated and stimulating Innocence give release to her own hot semen which messily spurted in through the hairiness of his anus and then dribble into the long hairs of his thighs. And then a collapse of bodies onto the waiting cushion of Honore's breasts whose nipples pressed hard and unyielding into his eyes while Six busied herself in burying her tongue into Honore's still unsated vagina.

Leon and his retinue of lovers panted, gasped and sweated in post-coitus. Honore's face appeared between the spread cheeks of Thirteen and she smiled at him with satisfaction. "You know all this has given me an idea for another story for James and his Giant Penis."

To Be Continued...



Innocence Lost Ch. 22



In Which Innocence is found in work and in work is found revived passion.

Innocence had achieved her independence: she had at last found a bedsit and a job that paid well enough for her to afford the rent. Honore had loaned her the money necessary to pay the deposit on her new home, but she hoped that with overtime she'd be able to repay her eventually. It was a very small bedsit - much smaller than what she'd been accustomed to in Labia or Wonderground - but at least when she shut the front door she was in her own territory, not shared with her sister or anyone else. The bedsit was a single room dominated by a single bed, with only enough room to squeeze past the wash basin, shower, cooker and integral wardrobe. The view from the window over the streets of Congress didn't excite Innocence's imagination much at all being mostly of the main road fourteen stories below and the tower blocks opposite.

The job she'd got was at the Fierzehn, a city centre night club. It wasn't one of the poshest or most fashionable night clubs in the city, but it was nonetheless very impressive, featuring dance floors on several levels, several fuck rooms, cafeteria and several bars. She'd been taken on as a barmaid, but at first she was worried that the night club's topless policy for its female staff might mean that she would be expected to do more than merely serve alcohol. Fortunately, the policy existed more for fashion reasons than for any sexual purposes, and Innocence was able to hide her groin under shorts or skirts. 

She also wore a pair of flat shoes to take the weight off her ankles while standing for several hours behind the bar. Not all the other bar staff felt inclined to limit their freedom of dress to just being topless: one or two were totally naked while most wore very revealing thongs that basically were only large enough to hide a sanitary towel. All staff however wore sensible shoes. The work was undeniably tiring and long. Her work began just after eleven in the evening and continued to between six and seven in the morning.

The hours were not kind to Innocence. She went to bed at the same time as most people were waking up, fortunately sufficiently exhausted not to be disturbed by the sun penetrating through the thin curtains to her bedsit or by the roar of the city traffic. She would wake up late in the afternoon and prepare breakfast and while away the hours in shopping for necessities, sitting in launderettes and watching programmes on the television she had precariously placed on a chair at the base of her bed. 

Different nights of the night club had different themes and attracted correspondingly different audiences. Most nights were for the benefit of the young - mostly in their teens or twenties - who had come for the purposes of dancing and socialising. Innocence felt most comfortable on these days, as the customers were usually more intent on stalking the dance floor than hanging around the bar. Occasionally, a woman or a man might sit on a stool on the bar all evening and try to attract Innocence's attention and persuade her to come to the fuck room with him or her. Innocence was scarcely at all excited by the propositions, but even if she had, her fear of revealing the penis she had hidden from sight would have put her off accepting the offer. And in any case she was usually far too busy serving at the bar to be spared for very long.

The fuck rooms weredark plush roomshousing a large mattress covering every inch of the floor, and where the lights were so dim that Innocence often bumped into lovemaking couples whenever she ventured in, as she had to do to collect the glasses which against the express orders of the management often found their way into these rooms. It was very dangerous to have glass in a place full of naked flailing bodies, who may or may not take advantage of the free condoms that were available in several exotic flavours and designs. 

The nights when the fuck rooms were most full was on the Singles and Divorced Nights, as they were called, where older men and women - often in their forties and fifties - gathered in embarrassingly young clothes revealing far too much flesh for the express purpose of finding partners. On these evenings there were often quite a few unaccompanied men or women (but mostly men) who would sit on the bar stool and make embarrassing conversation usually about how beautiful Innocence's breasts were, why didn't she take off her shorts and did she fancy a quick fuck. Or maybe a long one. On those nights the fuck rooms were at their most overflowing and the dance floors at their most correspondingly empty. Couples often seemed unconcerned about where they should fuck and who might be watching. There would be copulating couples on the sofas, or on the carpet, or just standing up against the bar supporting themselves as their partners thrust away at their vagina or anus with penis or dildo. 

The management did nothing to dissuade such activity, indeed it featured edited highlights from fuck films broadcasting from the banks of television screens or projected onto the dance floor. There was usually a floor act of some kind during the evening, featuring striptease, bizarre sex and audience participation. This usually came on fairly late in the morning, by which time the audience had thinned out, with the express purpose of enticing the remainder to stay on, drink more and forget about going to work the following day. Innocence found the floor shows some respite from work as most people who weren't already in the fuck rooms were no longer interested in buying drinks and those who might be pestering her for her attention were engrossed elsewhere. Innocence had to marvel at the skills of the performers, who seemed to be able to do things with their genitals that she'd never believed possible.

The other nights were generally preferable, even though Innocence was quite conscious of not being amongst the most fashionable of the people there. She had no intention of shaving off her head or her eyebrows, although she'd taken on the fashion of wearing a beret or other small cap on her head. She also didn't wish to shave her groin as so many others did and revealed enough of that area to demonstrate that they had (even if the actual lips of the cunt or the flesh of the penis were hidden). Not all the young fashionable people were quite as extreme as Twelve in their dress, although there were enough of them tending towards her particular style. Some still had quite long hair like Innocence - enough for her not to feel an utter fashion pariah. Many didn't even reveal their nipples, perhaps thinking that this was a degree of nudity beyond that which they'd be comfortable with. Or perhaps because they weren't especially happy with the shape of their breasts. The breasts and penises which Innocence did see promenaded all night were of all kinds and not all could be described in kindly terms.

After work, Innocence would join the early morning commuters at the underground station, most of whom were engrossed in the newspapers and not at all interested in looking at her, as she sat with her legs crossed wearing an overcoat over her otherwise nearly naked body. She would study the travellers opposite her with interest, aware that even those looking directly at her were really still too tired to actually see her. With only the rare exception, these people were not on their way to well-paid jobs, and they were correspondingly poorly dressed and very rarely particularly fashionable. Although Innocence wasn't paid at all well, she knew that she was earning substantially more than most of these others mostly in recognition of her unsociable working hours, and it must be admitted, for her physical beauty. It would not do for a night club like the Fierzehn to employ unattractive bar staff: the custom would probably shift elsewhere if they did.

There was one evening of the week when the night club didn't require Innocence to work behind the night club, because it was generally felt she'd look and behave rather out of place, and this was the Hard Core Night. It wasn't known as that because the sex was any harder than any other night. In fact, as far as sex went it was the Singles and Divorced evening that had the most hard core sex. The reason for the name was to describe the music which was basically faster, louder and more insistent than that of any other night. Innocence's fairly tame appearance would seem somewhat out of place amongst the rather bizarre and sometimes aggressive clothes worn by the clientéle. Her reluctance to bare her crotch was also thought a little out of place.

However, one of the usual staff - a girl whose face was normally covered by a veil and her feet by large boots, but wore nothing else - was feeling somewhat poorly that night. The manager suggested when he phoned Innocence that it might have something to do with all the drugs she took, and Innocence didn't find this at all unlikely. She'd often felt uncomfortable working next to someone whose body looked like a ravaged pin-cushion. So, she was persuaded to come in, but not to wear anything less than a very skimpy short dress which revealed her buttocks, but not thankfully her precious crotch. In fact, Innocence rather troubled herself that it might reveal more of a bulge than she was particularly happy with.

She really didn't enjoy the music that was playing, if music could be a word she'd normally ascribe to the thundering percussion, screeching samples and high-pitched wails. The audience however were totally immersed in it and the sweat that poured off their naked or nearly naked bodies. Indeed, there was rather more flesh on display than usual, if a lot of it was very pale and quite unwholesome looking. Far more heads were shaved than usual, although there was a general contempt for shaved crotches, underarms or eyebrows. Many of the men had surgery to give them breasts that looked incongruous on otherwise normally masculine bodies. 

Many of the women still sported dildos, but it was unlikely that these monstrous ugly things - often made of metal with horrid knobs and hooks on them - were ever intended for sexual purposes. One feature that both men and women appeared to have in common was a fondness for laced boots that often reached high up above their ankles and sometimes had steel toecaps. However, there was actually rather less sex than usual: the fuck rooms were mostly used for drug-taking and the toilets were almost always heaving with people just hanging around or injecting themselves.

Innocence was feeling rather uncomfortable as she served the real ale, bottled beer and mineral water that seemed to be the favoured drinks of the mostly young clientéle. She didn't feel that way from any sexual advances that were made to her, although rather more blatant comments were made about her breasts by the men and women than usual. She just didn't know what to say at the aggression that many of the women expressed to her and didn't like the names she was given, like Hot Pants, Tight Cunt and, most scathingly of all, Magazine Model. She tried to maintain a bland friendly smile which attracted even more adverse attention, until she copied the very blank expression maintained by the other bar steward, a slightly plump girl with shaved head, military beret and plaited pubic hair.

It was on this evening though that Innocence met again her old lover, Dodie, who was with a company of other girls dressed just like her with green berets decorated by a single red star, boots and nothing else. Like them, her head was shaved but the eyebrows weren't, and the only piece of jewellery she wore was a single plastic bangle on her left arm. When Innocence saw her first she was engrossed in kissing another girl with an eye patch over one eye and breasts that seemed curiously large on an otherwise emaciated body. Innocence suspected that the breasts may well have been surgically enhanced judging from their unnatural firmness. Dodie then wandered over to the bar, looking somewhat disorientated, with heavy lids over bloodshot eyes and a faint trail of snot from her nose.

When she saw Innocence though, she paused as if hit by something and stood transfixed as if trying to be sure that she could believe what she saw. Sparkle then returned to her eyes and she grinned broadly and a little foolishly.

"Innocence! My love! My loveliest!" she exclaimed in a way that seemed totally incongruous in this unromantic environment. She leaned heavily on the bar, her long nipples brushing against an ice bucket and her elbows soaked in beery place mats. "Is it you! Is it truly you!"

Innocence smiled, while returning change from an order for several bottles of mineral water and alka-seltzer. "It is! This is where I work now."

"I didn't know you were into Hard Core. You certainly don't look the part."

"I'm not. It's just my job!"

Dodie abandoned her friends, who occasionally returned to offer her a toke from a large joint or a sniff from smoke-filled glasses, and spent the whole evening just sitting on the bar chatting to Innocence, while her old lover continued to serve customers. She chatted and chatted, without respite, about all that she'd done and seen since she'd left Wonderground. She'd only just arrived in Congress, and was currently dossing on the sofa in a very grubby squat in the Shit district of the city, an area Innocence had never visited for fear of being attacked by muggers or for being approached as a prostitute. She returned again and again in her rambling conversation to her abiding love for Innocence which persisted so strongly, through all the fucks she'd had, the indifferent, the casual and the passionate. "You're the only one who has ever brought meaning to my life!" she exclaimed with unselfconscious passion, clearly embarrassing the tall large-breasted man standing beside her with a large tattoo embellished on his shaved forehead.

Inevitably, Innocence found it impossible to resist inviting Dodie back to her bedsit, who barely noticed her environment at all, unlacing the long laces of her boots and collapsing onto her bed. She smiled blissfully. "It's so wonderful to see you again!" she exclaimed as she fell into immediate unconsciousness. Innocence slightly resented Dodie's invasion of her already limited space, but tidied the sheets around her, pulled off her dress and sneaked into the bed next to her.

The following morning, Innocence was awoken, very bleary eyed and with a raw mouth, to the distinct sensation of wet hungry lips taking her penis deep into a mouth and pulling it up into a more sensitive erection than she normally had so early in the day. She opened her eyes and focused on a dark raw hairy mass directly above her, only gradually becoming aware that she was staring straight into Dodie's cunt. The long skinny body with tiny breasts and with Innocence marked on her buttock caressed the front of her body replacing the warmth of the duvet. A little reluctantly at first, but with increasing pleasure, Innocence surrendered herself to Dodie's affection, soon reciprocating by firmly putting her tongue into Dodie's anus, while stroking and probing the vagina with her fingers.

Dodie moved more or less permanently into Innocence's bedsit - never seeming to be able to get enough of her body. The only times they were parted was when Innocence went to work and Dodie went to join the company of her other friends, happy to indulge in drugs and sex with them, unaware that this in any way compromised the passion she felt for her well-endowed lover. There was very little space in Innocence's bed for the two of them, so they slept very much enveloped in each other's bodies: Innocence's penis often left to sleep inside Dodie's cunt and her face side by side with Dodie's always blissfully grinning face.

Innocence didn't doubt the passion of Dodie's affection for her, and in the lonely forbidding anonymity of the city this was a centre of stability and comfort for which she became progressively more grateful. At the same time, however, it was a struggle to encourage Dodie to be more tidy, to return the cap to the toothpaste and to take her boots off before clambering onto the bed. These were minor trials however compared to the greater benefits of Dodie's constant love and affection.

To Be Continued...



Innocence Lost Ch. 23



In Which Innocence is displayed on film and is shown together with an old friend.

It was Dodie who reminded Innocence of the interview she'd had with Fuck Films Today and her appearance in Forbidden Love. "It seems absolutely ridiculous to me that you should be working for virtually nothing at the Fierzehn, especially as you don't really like music, when you could be earning a hell of a lot more in fuck films."

"I'm not sure I want to be filmed fucking people," Innocence retorted.

"Don't be silly. You were happy enough having sex with Nancy Shittits or whatever her name was. If that's not being filmed fucking what is? And you only got a little amount of money for that! Come on! They're always auditioning for people to star in fuck films. Look at these ads in the paper!" Dodie showed her lover some of the adverts in the evening paper. There certainly didn't seem to be any shortage of demand. 

Innocence took the paper from her naked lover's hand, and still with one arm around Dodie's shoulders - it was the only way to prevent herself falling off the bed - she scrutinised the details. "For a chance to appear in a Fuck Film with a difference!" "Guys! How big's your dick! Show it off to its best advantage in your best mates!" "Wanted! Girls with Big Busts! Guys with Thick Pricks!"

"I don't like the sound of any of these," admitted Innocence.

"Oh, don't be silly!" insisted Dodie. "You're just not reading it right. What about this one. 'Bizarre film needs Bizarre stars!' If you're not bizarre, who is?" She cheekily caressed Innocence's penis. "Go on! Give it a chance!"

Fortunately, the day of the audition coincided with Innocence's day off, so she was able to turn up with Dodie keeping her company. Half of her was eager to be accepted and to get into a career that she knew would enable her to stop having to spend her nights behind a bar with her eardrums assaulted and her dignity constantly threatened by the attention of the clientéle. The other half of her felt somewhat ill at ease at the idea of being fucked or fucking in front of the camera (although the idea somewhat stimulated her as well, as Dodie wouldn't stop reminding her). She certainly wasn't sure she felt that much at ease with the others being auditioned. Many were actually rather ordinary, rather plain, people whose bizarreness apparently consisted in the extremes of behaviour they were more or less willing to indulge in to gain an honest living. Others were bizarre in a quite obvious way. A woman with a beard. A man with a very long but thin penis which he seemed to relish waving around the place. A pigmy woman. An oldish woman with breasts that lacked body but trailed down to her waist. A fat woman who was so large that she occupied almost all the space of a sofa. A slim woman whose breasts were so small that only the presence of a very natural vagina could convince anyone that she was really a woman at all.

When Innocence's turn to be interviewed came up, the interviewer was at first convinced that it was Dodie who was the interviewee and seemed visibly disappointed when it was Innocence who sat down on the chair opposite. He scratched his beard and peered at her through the thick plastic lenses of his glasses. "So what do you do that makes you suitable for a bizarre film. Do you like animals fucking you? Do you enjoy eating turds? Can you crack nuts in your cunt?"

"No, not at all! That sounds disgusting!" winced Innocence.

"So why come to an audition for bizarre fuck films if you don't like bizarre things? Do you like being beaten up? Do you enjoy drinking piss? Can you get a fist up your arse-hole?"

As Innocence shook her head sadly at each disgusting suggestion, she could see that the interviewer was getting visibly more annoyed. She looked rather forward to leaving. Clearly fuck films just weren't for her. But it was Dodie who abruptly came to her rescue: "It's not what Innocence does, but what she is that makes her bizarre?"

The director frowned. "I don't see that! Okay, she looks good, and most fuck film companies would jump at the opportunity of employing her. But looks is less than half of what we're interested in at Bizarre Bazaar. Our viewers want something a little more challenging and demanding than pretty girls being fucked by good looking guys. And going for girls just isn't bizarre enough these days I'm afraid."

"It's what Innocence has between her legs that makes her hot property! Go on, Innocence! Take down your knickers!"

Innocence smiled a little reluctantly, but obediently she pulled up her short dress and lowered her knickers so that the interviewer could see her penis. His eyes widened significantly as he focused on it. "Does it work? Is it real?" he wondered.

"It's real enough!" Dodie replied for Innocence. "She's given me the best fuck I've ever had. She comes like a shaken beer can, fucks for hours without respite and her erection pops up with the least provocation. Look at her prick now if you don't believe me."

The interviewer looked at Innocence's penis which was indeed getting quite thick and erect. "God! It's beautiful! Take off all your gear! Let's see all you've got to offer!"

So, it was that Innocence passed her first audition and found herself the subject of a series of films in which she was the main star. The interviewer, who was in fact the director of most of the films Bizarre Bazaar made, was sufficiently sensitive to Innocence's feelings not to start her off in any films that actually involved any fucking. All that was required of her in a series of short films that he made was to sit around showing off her body in various degrees of undress and to arouse her penis to a state of excitement. The main attraction of the films was the way that even this early in her film career Innocence was able to stimulate herself to an erection with very little prompting, maintain it for a good period of time and then relieve herself with enough semen to feed quite a few hungry people. 

The films were made mostly in sets that looked remarkably ordinary and quite dull. Kitchens. Living rooms. Bathrooms. And most often of all, bedrooms. There she would be writhing under the constant gaze of a set of cameras, apparently stimulated by her reflection or the rather tedious fuck magazines she'd be given to read, and then would simulate herself sufficiently to provoke the real excitement she did feel for being filmed in sexually explicit positions for her penis to express sufficient excitement to stimulate the unknown viewer. The majority of these short films focused entirely on her erect penis and its arousal. Some films were more adventurous, but only just. In one, she had to insert a quite realistically sized dildo in the exact shape of a real penis deep inside her anus which was only possible with the help of a small attractive oriental assistant whose job was specifically to arouse sexual organs and to smear lubricating jelly in the right places. In another, she had to follow a scene of ejaculation with one of pissing, which involved consuming a few pints of beer in rapid succession before filming. 

On the whole, though, these films were sufficiently tame for Innocence to lose most of her inhibitions for making a career in film pornography, and to quite happily abandon her job at the Fierzehn. She quite soon felt the advantages of having more money. She and Dodie spent several happy hours discussing the somewhat larger flat they intended to move into together and all the things they would buy once they'd saved up enough. Dodie was contributing her own wages to the household now, having taken a job in a Radical Bookstore that sold many books and magazines which showed very much the same activity as the fuck films did but with less attractive models, a lot more imagination and only occasionally particularly erotic. Most of the woman models, Innocence noted, looked rather more like Dodie with their shaved heads, hairy crotches and large boots. She much rather dressed in what she considered was a more feminine and fetching way, quite enjoying the glances she got from men and women as she teetered on her stilettos in her short dress on the underground trains to the studio.

For Innocence and Dodie to afford a bigger flat it was necessary for Innocence to earn substantially more money than she was in the wank films she was making. She wasn't at all sure, however, that the first proper fuck film she'd star in (one where she'd participate with someone else and who she would fuck and possibly be fucked by) should be one made by Bizarre Bazaar. The director himself understood Innocence's inclinations well enough not to insist that she try for a pissing, shitting, fist-fucking, sado-masochist or animal-fucking film. If Innocence wanted to make a film with some real action where she could earn several times the money and have enough for the deposit on a flat, she'd have to make a film for another company.

It was Twelve on one of her occasional visits to Innocence's bedsit who suggested the two make a film together. "We'd make a great couple!" she assented, holding Innocence's erect penis while Dodie sucked it long and hard. "We fuck well together and I'm not in the slightest bit put off by some arsehole filming us while we do it. Look we'll answer this ad and earn a bit of extra. I'm sure they'd love to film us once they've had a look at you and seen some of the videos you've made."

The advertisement said rather modestly: "Lez and TV couples wanted for Sexy Fuck Films" and Innocence could think of very few good reasons for not accompanying Twelve for the audition. Twelve was right. Quinze Cunts were very impressed by Innocence's endowment which with Twelve's assistance was very soon erect and shown in its fullest glory. They were also impressed by the very passionate lovemaking that the two girls staged for them on the casting couch. The director, Genevieve, was a slim girl in a quite conservative blouse and culottes with hair cut quite boyishly and a pair of wire glasses. She rather liked the idea of the two girls performing together. She had a number of opinions about what made a sexy fuck film, which was the kind that Quinze Cunts specialised in. One of these was that the characters making love with each other should genuinely enjoy it. On the basis of that opinion, having the two of them cast together on a ninety minute film would be quite perfect.

"It will at least prevent you getting bored with each other," she remarked with a grin. 

Others of her opinions were that sex between women was necessarily more erotic than sex between men and women. It was not that she was especially averse to men: she just didn't believe that men's bodies were ever particularly erotic. What she liked to make were films where the cast were either all women or men who were sufficiently feminine as a result of their chosen way of dressing or radical surgery. At first it was very difficult for her to believe that Innocence wasn't the way she was as a result of surgery, but she studied Innocence's body and penis with great care and found none of the signs, by now so familiar to her, of silicone implanting, hormonal injection or stitching.

Twelve had to dress rather more conservatively than usual for her in the film they were to make which was provisionally called Innocence's Big Surprise. She had eyebrows painted on, and had to exchange her thong for a dress and blouse with a tie. She even had to wear knickers which she complained were very uncomfortable. She drew the line, however, at wearing a wig. "What would people think if they saw me like that!" she exclaimed. "I wouldn't know where to fucking look!"

The film's plot was banal in the extreme, but as Genevieve explained the people who bought her films were more interested in shots of knickers, cleavages, young clitorises and pretty sexy bodies than on story lines or more extreme forms of sex. She did insist on a piss sequence as she knew a lot of viewers would be very keen to see Innocence's penis used for other purposes than to release semen and Twelve was not at all bothered about having urine dripping down her face and breasts. "As long as I don't get any in my mouth!" she remarked.

The film began with the two girls wandering in a field in the countryside just outside the city. It was the first time since Innocence and Twelve had left Labia that either had ventured so far from Congress and its nightlife, and Innocence enjoyed the rush of fresh air in her lungs and over her body. She had plenty of opportunity to enjoy this warm air, as the two girls took their clothes off in the grass and soon indulged in passionate lovemaking together while Genevieve and her two camerawomen watched and filmed them. Another of the director's views was that the girls should be as natural as possible and so she gave only the briefest outline of what their sexual activity should consist of and indicated where the cameras were most likely to look.

The art of fuck films, Innocence believed, was not only to perform sex well (which involved a certain amount of exaggeration of the pleasure that Twelve was giving her as her tongue and fingers probed around her lower regions), but also to ensure that the action was fully visible to the camera. This in itself required a little bit of attention, particularly as the area of penetration was one very easily obscured from the camera. This involved Innocence and Twelve contorting their bodies somewhat unnaturally so that the camera could see when Innocence entered one of Twelve's orifices and exactly which one it was.

The film then moved from there to the interior of Genevieve's large country house, where quite a few of the rooms had lighting set up specifically to make films and very comfortable beds, sofas and carpets for the fucking to take place. Some action took place in the kitchen where Twelve pushed her fingers and then a cucumber inside Innocence's anus while her penis was being actively sucked. More action took place in the very plush bathroom where the pissing took place in the bath so that the urine could be washed away and the enamel swiftly wiped down with cleaning fluid. Innocence couldn't understand what pleasure Twelve was supposed to be getting as piss splashed over her face, trickled down over cheeks, cascaded over her chin and dribbled down her slim breasts. Twelve later assured her that the warmth of the urine and the knowledge of where it came from was precisely what gave her such joy, but Innocence wasn't convinced that it gave her nearly as much as she so ecstatically expressed.

"Still under an hour of usable film," Genevieve commented disappointedly after all the planned scenes had been filmed. "I think we're just going to have to improvise. Do you mind if we make it a threesome for a garden lawn scene."

"Of course we don't!" Twelve answered before Innocence had an opportunity to object. "As long as it's you who makes up the threesome."

"You think so?" wondered Genevieve curiously coyly for someone who made a living from making fuck films. "Do you think Innocence wouldn't mind fucking me?"

"A beautiful girl like you!" smiled Twelve kissing the director fondly on the cheeks and unbuttoning her blouse. "How could she mind? And I wouldn't mind fucking you myself if it comes to that!"

When Genevieve was undressed by the other two in the full glare of the cameras, it was clear that her expertise and experience in fuck films hadn't been gained as a performer. But her slim body with round breasts and largish nipples and the thin bush of pubic hair was more attractive than Twelve's pale freckly body, and she showed genuine enthusiasm when Innocence's erect penis was guided into her cunt. She clung passionately to Innocence's body, making it rather difficult for the camerawomen to position themselves for the crucial shots of anal and vaginal penetration. It was with quite obvious reluctance that she allowed Innocence to remove her penis when she was about to ejaculate and let the semen spray over her breasts and mouth rather than inside her body. The cries of ecstasy she gave when Twelve and Innocence returned to her body seemed quite unfeigned, and she seemed very flushed after the event.

"This will make a great film!" Genevieve reflected. "It'll be out fairly soon, I can assure you. But it will probably still be less than ninety minutes long. While you're here I insist that you join me and my camera staff for dinner. You will join us, won't you?"

"You fucking bet!" said Twelve, attaching her thong to her waist and pointedly leaving her other clothes on the grass just by the sundial. Dinner was very pleasant and cooked by Genevieve's lover, a very young looking girl with long straight blonde hair and blue eyes. Inevitably dinner had barely finished when Genevieve and her lover invited the camerawomen, Innocence and Twelve to their large bed where the evening ended in a mass of writhing bodies in which Innocence's now quite weary penis was very much appreciated.

To Be Continued...



Innocence Lost Ch. 24



In Which Innocence prevails upon Dodie to perform and Griffin is reacquainted to the virtues of Innocence.

Dodie enjoyed hearing about Innocence's new job. She loved listening to Innocence's accounts of the sex she was having in the series of Quinze Cunts and Bizarre Bazaar films that she appeared in, and where there was any particular activity that she found especially erotic she would persuade Innocence to join in similar activity with her in their tiny bedsit. However, Dodie was quite reluctant to get involved in fuck films herself. "It's just not me," she assented, although she never gave any very good reasons as to why this should be so.

However, it was Dodie who did suggest to Innocence that they should star together in a series of Radical fuck film which were being made by someone she knew. "These films are different," she claimed. "They aren't just fuck films for people to wank to in the privacy of their own homes while watching them on video. These are more challenging, more radical films."

"How can they be that?" wondered Innocence. "They're still films where the actors take their clothes off and fuck each other."

"It's not what they do. It's why they do it," Dodie insisted, but the rates were only slightly less than Innocence was becoming accustomed to and Dodie was very insistent. Innocence agreed to star with Dodie, but she stated categorically that she had no intention of shaving any part of her body or of piercing it either.

The filming took place in a series of very dingy rooms in a derelict housing estate, on beds that were uncomfortable, floors that were bare and unhoovered, radiators that clanked noisily and gave off very little heat and where the walkways were covered in puddles and urine. There was however a story-line to the events which framed the lovemaking that Innocence and Dodie were going to indulge in together, with the assistance of several other women who were mostly dressed pretty much like the clientéle of the Hard Core Nights at the Fierzehn. This was quite a novelty to Innocence who had become accustomed to the idea of fuck films as being nothing more than a series of implausible encounters and sexual passions in which ninety per cent of the action was concentrated around the groin.

The film company was known as Shit for the Workers, and most of the people involved were both argumentative and painfully serious. It seemed to Innocence that far more time was spent on discussing what was to be filmed than in actually doing it. It seemed that nothing could be done until there was consensus as to exactly what was being filmed, what it was meant to symbolise and whether the fucking was ideologically correct. It seemed that any action: pissing, bondage, anal intercourse, even rape, was justified in the film as long as it could be seen as having a deeper significance. Innocence wasn't at all sure what the film's plot actually was and her lines seemed both tedious and irrelevant. 

In one scene, she was expected to fuck a series of women each of whom had a letter painted on their forehead in the Greek alphabet: twenty-four in all. She had to fuck each of the from? to? via? and? (or whatever else they represented) and each girl while being fucked was obliged to recite a radical quotation. Fortunately Innocence wasn't expected to fuck continuously. She didn't have anything like the stamina of a Null, and in any case there weren't really as many as twenty-four actresses actually involved in the film. Dodie played a number of different Greek characters, but since only parts of her - like her cunt or her mouth - would actually be shown, it would be impossible to tell that it was the same person being fucked on different occasions.

Another scene involved Innocence pissing on Dodie while another girl pissed on her and Dodie pissed on someone else. Innocence became aware that this apparently endless stream of people pissing on different people was meant to be symbolic, judging from the fact that the only person in the series who pissed and wasn't pissed on was the only man in the series and he was particularly fat and ugly.

Another scene, near the beginning of the film, involved Innocence apparently depriving Dodie of her virginity. For this scene, Dodie was made to seem rather younger than she was - but even she wouldn't sacrifice her pubic hair to look sufficiently young. The cunt that was intercut to look like a young Dodie's was of another girl who was probably not very much older than the supposed youngster she was playing. The radical aspect of this was apparently the tawdry, unappealing state of the room in which the filming took place: wallpaper peeling off the wall, horrible patches of damp soaking through the plaster and a bare mattress with a quite dangerous spring protruding through.

The other cast were not especially attractive, although one or two of them had faces and figures that Innocence felt sure could have been quite beautiful if they'd allowed themselves some hair and make-up. She much preferred those sequences involving Dodie because she felt much more comfortable inside a familiar cunt than in some of the others. Sometimes they felt just a little too tight and in one case almost too loose - nearly as much so as Une's cunt.

The filming took much longer than most of the films Innocence had starred in (indeed she made several other films for her other company on the days Shit for Workers dedicated to discussion seminars and discovery sessions). It didn't seem that the final film was actually very much better than those she'd made for Quinze Cunts. The film used was black and white, some of the camera angles seemed quite wilfully obscure, the editing seemed quite random and distracting and the sex was really no different. There was also an annoying sequence running through the film where the director, a fat woman in her late thirties with a lisp and a slight stutter, would wander naked through a rubbish heap, or along a suburban housing estate, or outside an abattoir, passing comment on such matters as women's rights, homosexual separatism, the dictatorship of the proletariat, racism and hypocrisy. Whether Innocence would have found this interesting in another context was quite difficult to tell as the editing was rather random and she often lost the point of the dialogue as it had been inserted somewhere else totally in the film (perhaps while she would be placing a cucumber deep inside her anus or sticking her erect penis into a rusty exhaust pipe).

The biggest debate of all was what to entitle the film, which thankfully Innocence felt herself excused from. She didn't care if it was called The Coitus Manifesto, The Female Bollocks or Fuck is a Feminist Issue. She was just happy to get paid at the end of it. Dodie however was unreservedly enthusiastic. "Isn't it good to know that what you're doing is art and will outlast all the fuck films you're usually in."

Innocence wasn't at all sure that this last assertion was at all likely. The film at nearly four hours was far too long and self-indulgent she thought. The opening credits went on for nearly half an hour, interspersed with so many themes that she had no idea what was meant to be achieved. Women running around with dildos inserted up their arses. Men fucking dead chickens. Cars driven slowly round in circles with numbers like 15 or 9 written on top. The sudden ending which left her both frustrated and relieved at the same time was a poor joke that she'd hoped had happened considerably earlier. But she knew that it was Dodie's first and probably only fuck film and so, for her sake, she made no complaint and encouraged her as much as possible with the film-making.

For most of the time she was working with Shit for Workers her mind was focused on finding a flat for Dodie and herself. She eventually found one which was a compromise between Dodie's wish to be in the town centre and Innocence's desire for a relatively quiet night's sleep. It was with some sadness, however, that Innocence moved out of her tiny bedsit. It was after all the only place that she'd ever lived in by herself, and much as she loved Dodie she also missed the freedom and solitude she'd enjoyed there.

When she observed her relationship with her sister in Labia Innocence had felt rather sorry for Gryphon . She knew that Chastity was merely exploiting her, and she could see that despite her proud muscular figure the teacher was very vulnerable. She'd never expected to see Gryphon again after she'd left the college, and was even more surprised to see her picture on the cover of a video for Sex and Physical Exercise, Keep Pumping, on the shelf of the wall of the offices of Sexual Fitness Ltd., the company where she was being interviewed to appear in one of their many sex education tapes. Innocence had by now been exposed to enough of these videos through her contacts in the fuck film industry to know what these films generally involved.

Gryphon's performance was no different in Keep Pumping and its sequel Keep On Pumping, except that these were solo performances with others merely following the instructions Gryphon gave them. Her experience as a teacher came through in the authoritativeness of her voice and the tone in which she gave her instructions. "Yes, deeper! That's right! As far inside as you can get!" she cried as her tutees thrust curiously shaped dildos deep inside their vaginas or anuses. She would first of all show techniques for lubricating her vagina with a finger or a vibrator and then showed how to maximise the pleasure it gave her and the length of time for which an exercise could last. "After thirty minutes of continual thrusting your vagina is now loose enough and moist enough to give hours of satisfaction to the most demanding of lovers," she would say on the voice-over while the more impassioned film of her masturbating would be on show.

Innocence was almost pleased to discover that she was being auditioned for a sex fitness video with Gryphon. She knew the teacher well enough for there to be no surprises and she had had sufficient experience on their one previous lovemaking to know that it would make a very successful production. She guessed from her memories of Gryphon's intense pleasure on that occasion that the teacher wouldn't have to feign any of her passion.

"We just need someone like yourself who is physically attractive to our star and has a fully operational penis," explained the director, who was a slim woman in a track suit and with her long hair tied back in a pony-tail. "We've tried to film Gryphon with men, but these attempts have never been at all successful and we've never been able to market them. They would not enhance the reputation of Sexual Fitness at all. Some of our competitors may be satisfied with film of Gryphon looking bored or distressed while being buggered, but we would hope to market a better product altogether. We want to project a more positive image of sexual intercourse. We've seen some of the work you've done for Bizarre Bazaar and Quinze Cunts, and we think that you may have just the enthusiasm for sex with women that would fit with Gryphon's own similar tastes."

Innocence could see that Gryphon's enthusiasm wasn't at all feigned when they were introduced as potential film companions. "When can we start filming?" was Gryphon's main question after they met. "I'd love to have some decent sex for a change."

The filming was actually quite strenuous for Innocence. Gryphon's success in the Sex Fitness video market had been quite significant. Quite a few customers were attracted to her muscular frame and the femininity she managed to carry with it. Innocence discovered that Gryphon's venture into this market was one that the teacher felt able to do without leaving her pedagogical career (to which she felt a great affection) and one that provided her with the money to afford the attentions of the prostitutes to whom she had become quite addicted. Gryphon did however find it necessary to do her filming a long way from Labia as she didn't wish to lose her position in the college. She also seemed somewhat ill at ease making love to Chastity's sister. She found it very difficult to believe that the two girls had separated.

"Chastity was so fond of you!" remarked Gryphon, but Innocence was unwilling to discuss her sister even to one of her former lovers. She also avoided asking too many questions on her sister's life in Labia since she'd left, beyond discovering that she'd also left college. 

The video the two were to make was provisionally called Keep Rumpy Pumping and was intended to broaden Gryphon's appeal from the wank film market into the more demanding and lucrative fuck film market that Innocence was now doing quite well in. Sexual Fitness hoped that their fastidious star could perhaps be weaned onto more conventional fuck films with their cast of athletic male stars, but they knew that at least one good quality fuck film was needed for their customers to stomach more indifferent produce.

Innocence had to spend several hours each day in the gym provided by Sexual Fitness, lifting weights and running on treadmills, often with the guidance of Gryphon who would gaze long and lovingly as Innocence's stomach muscles became firmer, the muscles of her arms became more delineated and the sweat gushed down her naked body and through the pubic hairs around her darling penis. Sometimes Twelve or Dodie would join in, and to Gryphon's chagrin would then accompany Innocence to the fuck room where they would make more physical love on the futons laid out there. Gryphon was made to feel excluded from Innocence's extra-filmic activities, and this wasn't so much because Innocence wasn't attracted to Gryphon but rather a wish to divorce herself from anyone who reminded her too intensely of her relationship with her sister.

The fuck film when it was made was fairly conventional in format for the Sex and Physical Fitness market. The voice over provided by Gryphon was recorded afterwards and was meant to highlight particular educational points that the fucking was supposedly illustrating, but were really just afterthoughts provided to give respectability to a series of shots where Innocence fucked Gryphon's receptive body athletically, frequently and passionately. In the mouth, in the arse, in the cunt, hanging from wires, in several quite awkward positions, standing up, sitting down and framed by a scenery of bell-bars, climbing frames, trampolines, mattresses and total nudity. The shots which Gryphon particularly enjoyed reviewing and speaking over were those where Innocence relieved herself of copious quantities of semen over Gryphon's face, breasts, buttocks or cunt. She loved watching the way the semen arched in a sinuous curve of viscous drops to discolour the mattresses or gymnasium equipment. She particularly treasured the shot of her with semen trickling out of her mouth as Innocence masterfully produced yet more to spread over her hair and her shoulders. 

Gryphon loved the warm taste of sperm. Or at least Innocence's. In the video there was several minutes of come shots to accompany a digression on the protein and carbohydrate values of semen and how a regular diet was an invaluable addition to the fitness regime of anyone who wished to attain the heights of physical and sexual fitness. Innocence, however, felt rather drained after these sessions, and not just from the release of sperm. Gryphon was a very demanding, very physical lover. Innocence knew she couldn't maintain the degree of sexual and physical exertion demanded of her from such a partner. 

So despite the persuasive arguments from Sexual Fitness and Gryphon's own somewhat tearful demands, Innocence declined to contribute her services to the follow up fuck fitness film, More Rumpy Pumping, even though this was intended to include scenes in which Gryphon would make love to young girls as young as she could legally get away with and in which Innocence would not be the only object of Gryphon's sexual passion. Innocence did not feel inclined to become too closely identified with the Sexual and Physical Fitness Video market. It didn't offer very much career progression, and besides she'd had quite enough of all the work-outs in the gymnasium. The burning feeling she got from her muscles for days afterwards was just not worth it.

To Be Continued



Innocence Lost Ch. 25



In Which Innocence is matched with virginity, a career in giving pleasure to unknown benefactors is reviewed and Leon's own artistic vocation is revealed.

It took quite a lot of persuading and rather a lot of money, but eventually Innocence agreed to make a Virginity Loss film (or Bleeding Fanny Film as they were less subtly known). It wasn't that Innocence hadn't taken a girl's virginity before, she just felt that there was something sordid about the whole notion of making a film about it, particularly given her rather unusual appearance. She wondered what harm it might do to a girl whose virginity was taken by a freak like her, especially when the whole very important and intensely personal event was witnessed by a professional film crew and eventually by an unknown quantity of anonymous video purchasers. However, she was assured that the girl, Eve, had actually requested that it be Innocence who was to do the bloody deed and that she'd undergo the exercise with someone else anyway if it wasn't her. Apparently she and her mother, a young widow, had fallen on very bad times and they saw it as a way of helping them out of it. Innocence wasn't so naïve as not to realise that a film showing a girl losing her virginity to one with her own unique assets would recoup substantially more than the average Bleeding Fanny Film and that they would earn more as a result.

"I'm not going to make a habit of this," Innocence insisted.

"Of course not," said the director - a middle-aged woman with greying hair and artificially enhanced breasts - misunderstanding her. "No one would want to see you become typecast in that way!"

The film was to be made in the gardens of a stately home which were rented out for the occasion, on the lawn with rose gardens and an ornate swimming pool in the background. Innocence was very impressed. None of her films had been made in such palatial surroundings before, and she felt that somehow it added a touch of dignity to an affair which, from a sense of shame, she decided not to confess to Dodie. Her lover had her own standards and ethics which Innocence respected and in which she more often than not concurred. When she left their nice new expensive flat that they had only just this week starting renting, she left Dodie with only a brief kiss (which would have immediately informed her that she was off to do a film set that day) and evaded rather too obviously all references to the kind of film she was about to make.

"If it's just the usual fuck film why don't you tell me more about it?" Dodie wondered with a frown, brushing her fingers through the quarter inch long stubble of dark hair on her head. 

"It's just not worth making a fuss about," Innocence lied, trembling with anticipation. No, she definitely wouldn't make a film like this again. She just hoped that her lover would never have to find out about it.

The film started as all such films were obliged to do with an official examination of Eve's maidenhead by a properly qualified doctor. This was the first opportunity Innocence had of seeing the girl, who was actually unusually old for a virgin - being about seventeen years old but looking more like fifteen. She was quite skinny with pale skin, a slightly bulging stomach, small apple-shaped breasts and long blonde hair half way down her back. The doctor prised open her legs with the camera focusing on her vagina and examined her with the standard tools for this job.

Finally he announced to the camera the standard formula for these films. "I, Doctor Hamstash, declare that it is my professional opinion that this young lady's maidenhead is intact and that she is medically a virgin." Innocence knew that this would not have been the first such examination or the filming wouldn't have come to such an advanced state of preparedness. She also knew that an intact maidenhead didn't necessarily mean that the girl had had no sex at all - there was a great deal of sexual activity, including anal intercourse, which was possible without damaging her in that way at all. However, she rather felt that in Eve's case it seemed to her that the virginity might be more absolute than was usually the case. The girl seemed extraordinarily gauche and nervous.

The film's plot, if such a term could be given to an exercise with a preordained end, was that Innocence should start by making love with Eve's mother who was obviously hoping to increase the material rewards of this exercise by whatever means were necessary. Innocence could judge that the woman must be desperate for money because she had shown willingness in the initial interviews for anal and even fist-fucking along with the standard oral and vaginal sex. Innocence was quite pleased that the film didn't involve the girl's father, even if it were possible. She had heard of several Bleeding Fanny films where the father was filmed as the person to breach the maidenhead - an incestuous act guaranteed to increase the value of the film. Thankfully Hand Job Films had certain standards to adhere to which precluded that form of incest. It was felt that it encouraged a parental rôle for the target market which was best avoided.

Whatever Eve might be, Dawn, her mother, was definitely not inexperienced in her lovemaking though she betrayed enough awkwardness in her actions to indicate that she'd never performed in front of an audience before. Dawn's part involved her in beginning the action with a kiss on the grass leading to the two of them taking off each other's clothes and very soon into more physical acts. Dawn's body was very similar to her daughter's - although much heavier as befitted an older woman with breasts already beginning to fall out of their taut compactness and buttocks drooping slightly behind her thighs. Innocence was soon into the scenes of vaginal and anal intercourse, but foreswore the fist-fucking after carefully assessing the flexibility of Dawn's vagina with her penis.

At this stage, Eve was due to come on set and to play the standard part of the embarrassed daughter becoming steadily more interested in the loveplay between her mother and her mother's lover. Innocence was pleased to see that she was not at all expected to make love with her mother or her mother with her. Although Hand Job Films had no expressed opinion on incest - beyond the standard view that all sexual activities were permissible between consenting adults - unlike much of their competition in the Bleeding Fanny marketplace (like Bloodsports For All and Cuntbusters) they deliberately avoided any reference to the possible material rewards for filmed incest. The view was that all such activity should come about wholly out of the actual desire of the recently sexually enrolled daughter.

Eve began by nervously taking Innocence's penis in her hand and then putting her mouth to it. She noticeably screwed up her nose at it - although whether it was the smell of Innocence's organ or the scent left by her mother's vagina it was not possible to tell. However, she overcame her aversion and soon was taking the penis into her mouth and started licking and sucking it until it became so big and thick and throbbing that even Innocence was dying to release it into the girl's cunt.

The whole lovemaking was filmed on a large white sheet which normally would be quite unlikely to be left lying around on the grass in a stately home - but of course these sorts of films were concerned rather more with gynaecological accuracy than with any other kind. The actual penetration shots had to be made lingeringly, slowly and with the film crew properly positioned without disturbing too much the composure of the virgin whose eyes were closed tightly and jaws clenched tight in fearful anticipation. When Innocence saw the distress the activity was causing Eve she felt like abandoning the whole exercise, but outside of camera shot Dawn was whispering into her ear.

"Go on then! Get it over with!"

This was not the most romantic instruction that Innocence had ever heard, but she took the message and with a slow gradual thrust she pushed deeper and deeper and ever deeper into Dawn's cunt, not looking down at the crotch at all but concentrating her kisses and her caresses on Eve's face. "It's all right, Eve! It's all right! Don't worry! It won't hurt nearly as much as you think!"

Unfortunately for Eve and for Innocence's reputation for telling the truth, it actually hurt the young girl quite a bit. As Innocence felt the rip of internal membrane no longer resisting her thrusts she also heard a quite unearthly yell from Eve. Without thinking she pulled her penis straight out to see the pool of red dripping from Eve's vagina and splaying over the white sheet where it left quite undeniable evidence of Eve's virginity. "Oh God!" Innocence gasped, aghast at the red shine of it in the clear midday sun, which was reflecting off the uncongealed liquid on the thighs and on the sheet. "This is horrible! Urrgghh! There's so much of it!"

Eve herself burst into tears, throwing herself into her mother's lap where the two naked people sat huddled up close to each other under the still voyeuristic unwavering glare of the film set and the cameras.

Despite Innocence's outburst and Eve's distress, the filming was judged by the director to be a success. "We may have to edit out some of the more - dare we say - unpalatable aspects," she told Innocence. "After all we are making films for masturbatory pleasure and not films of social or sexual veracity. And it definitely isn't Hand Job's intention to move into the market for films of sexual violence. Some of our competitors might feel inclined to re-edit the film for the illicit rape fantasy market."

"Rape fantasy?" Shuddered Innocence.

"It's not unknown. Bitch Slut Films make films with names like She Had It Coming, Ramming Connie's Cunt and Blood Between The Knees which are films of nothing more than the more upsetting parts of Eve's recent sexual initiation linked by rather unpleasant story-lines. Never fear, unless one of our operatives is rather less than honest, the less enjoyable episodes will not be seen by the target audience. Hand Job Films has no wish to build a reputation for causing its film stars to suffer more than is absolutely necessary in our First and Best Time Sex Film series.

Innocence's newly chosen career as a fuck film actress meant that she got to meet a variety of people whom she very probably wouldn't have met otherwise, although she wasn't sure that she felt her life was much enhanced by having done so. She got to know quite a few women and men with surgically enhanced breasts, some of which were of massive proportions - larger even than Honore's, and consequently even more of a practical liability to their possessors when they weren't canvassing for rôles in fuck films. She got to meet men with peculiarly bent, extraordinarily long and thin and even with surprisingly tiny penises. She met women with a remarkably elasticity to their anuses or mouths - able to accommodate more than one penis when most women were unable to comfortably get even two into their vagina. One particularly acrobatic woman was able to get her legs behind her shoulders while being fucked. 

Fifteen was an unlikely sex actress on first meeting. She was a very modestly dressed girl, who seemed slightly gauche regarding any questions on her sex life. Innocence felt unusually self-confident and promiscuous in comparison. She was also blind and relied on her Labrador, Rover, to lead her around without bumping into obstacles. She made a strange sight on the film set with her modest clothes, her dull mousy brown hair and the white stick that she used to avoid bumping into people. However she was actually one of the most in-demand sex actresses in the industry because of her particular speciality which was to have sex with animals.

It rather horrified Innocence at first (and she never got fully used to it!) to see Fifteen performing with dogs, horses, donkeys or goats. She would fellate the animals with a care and attention which was equal to that which she showed to Innocence's more normal penis - taking ponies' dark penises into her mouth and bringing them to ejaculate over her thin naked body. She was particularly good at dog fucking - allowing the Alsation, Dalmatian or Irish Wolfhound total vaginal or even anal penetration and quite clearly enjoying it as the animal panted, barked and slobbered over her, its hairy body above her and long thin penis enter her at the peculiar angles that were necessary for this operation. Penetration by rams and billy goats were also featured, but donkeys, bulls, horses and camels were clearly too monstrously endowed for her, but she made a good show of what she could, even going as far as fist-fucking them in the anus.

Although Fifteen had her own very nice home, it was somewhere in the countryside and quite frequently Innocence and Dodie invited her to stay at their flat when she was staying overnight in Congress. Fifteen made very welcome company and enjoyed her political arguments with Dodie, but firmly declined any offers of having sex with either of them. She stated quite unequivocally that her fucking was reserved for her career, and she didn't in any case wish to spoil their friendship by introducing a less than professional aspect to their lovemaking. 

Despite Fifteen's apparent shyness with herself and Dodie, Innocence was somewhat shocked and discomfited to discover that this attitude didn't attach itself to Rover, as she discovered early on from hearing a mixture of canine noises mixed with Fifteen's own slightly shrill cries. Innocence was slightly alarmed - troubled that perhaps Rover had turned on her mistress - but when she put her head decorously around the door of the guest room where Fifteen was staying with her dog, she was shocked to see Fifteen lying on her back with Rover on top of her. The dog was wagging his tail enthusiastically and eagerly licking his mistress's face while his buttocks thrust backwards and forwards. Innocence's horrified eyes adjusted themselves to the dim light coming from the bedside lamp that Fifteen had never thought of turning off, and saw that the girl's thighs were wrapped around the dog and that Rover was indeed fucking her with no embarrassment and with rather less guilt than that expressed by dogs on the film set.

Other people that Innocence had got to meet had proclivities which she found equally as distasteful. Wonder, a short girl with a cleft palate and a repaired hare-lip, had compensated for the shortcomings of her appearance by a skill at consuming faeces released into her mouth by her male or female on-screen lovers. She would let the turd drop out gradually and with the same affection that most actresses would show towards an erect penis she would guide it into her mouth, chew it up and eventually swallow it. When Innocence was persuaded to make a film with Wonder, she had no real idea what was going on as she let free the turd she'd been nurturing all day. She thought perhaps that Wonder might be smearing her face and body with it, but was somewhat disgusted to realise where it did in fact go. She declined the suggestion of kissing the girl despite the financial incentives the director was indicating by holding up his fingers. Wonder's tastes were definitely not her own.

Another woman whom Innocence knew but considered herself fortunate in never performing with was all of forty stone in weight - which meant that she was more flesh than body. She watched with some repulsion as the male fuck actors struggled to enter her body through the massive folds of fat that totally obscured her vagina. The sheer bulk of her meant that these actors were quite realistically risking their lives to fuck with her. If she fell on top of one of them while he was inside her it would probably immediately terminate more than his career.

Innocence felt glad that somehow she'd avoided having got typecast in piss films, sadomasochistic films, ear-fucking, child sex, razor slashing, cat fellatio, tree fucking or anal fist-fuck films. On the whole those that did have to resort to this sort of film were not especially physically attractive. Fifteen was rather an exception in that respect. Innocence's blessing was that her marketability was not just due to her unusual assets, but that, as was made increasingly apparent to her, she was a very attractive woman who didn't need the surgery or hormonal treatment to develop large breasts, massive buttocks, green skin or split vaginas. 

Nevertheless, she still felt slightly soiled by the fact that she was working in a profession where however much the film makers she was associated with might hold dear to certain high moral, political or sexual principles there were many more others whose only criterion of judgement was the number of units their product would sell - and as perversions sold well these were particularly attractive to them: the more gross, uncomfortable and generally unpalatable the better.

However, as Dodie often reminded her when she reflected on her career and where it was taking her, it was through her work that she'd been able to afford the beautiful flat she was renting and she was indeed enjoying this work rather more than working behind the bar at a Night Club.

Innocence knew that Leon owned his own business, but she had no real idea of what it might be. It wasn't something that she'd ever cared to ask about when she last met the man in Congress. So it came as something of a surprise to discover that he was the owner of Fuck Flicks, a fuck film company famous for its catalogue of homosexual and transsexual videos. The discovery didn't come until after she'd been in several films already where she had performed in her normal capacity, knowing that for the target audience the only fundamental difference between her and the transsexuals usually involved in these productions was that her body was entirely her own and had no enhancement or alteration made to it whatsoever. 

She was rather surprised while viewing the early cut of the film in the company's Congress office to see a picture of Leon hanging on the wall, naked as always, and smiling in a strangely paternal way. She stood up in the office where the other director and several of the cast were watching a scene where Innocence was fucking a young man who in turn was fucking a slender black girl with fashionably short cropped hair a bit like a tonsure (the fashion was no longer for totally shaven heads). She examined the picture carefully. There was no doubt at all who this bearded long haired man was. She recognised the twist of tawny hair on his chest and the small scar on his shoulder which he blamed on an unfortunately over-vigorous lover he had had once had.

"Does Leon perform in your films?" Innocence wondered.

"Leon?" Asked the director standing up beside Innocence. "Not often. Why? Do you know Mr Legrand?"

"Yes," laughed Innocence, who'd not ever heard his surname before. "I met him on holiday in Brook. What does he do then?"

The director explained to him that Leon was the sole owner of Fuck Flicks, and that he also owned a magazine publishing company, several brothels and two Congress Night Clubs. "He's very rich," he stated, twiddling the earring that dangled from his left ear. "He made his money in the beginning as a fuck film star, rather like yourself. As you probably know, he's very opulently endowed and not at all fussed what kind of sex he indulges in. He made rather a lot of films. I can show you a few if you like."

Innocence nodded. It rather changed her view of the man to know that he had made fuck films in the past. It also seemed quite bizarre that he should now be her employer. It had once occurred to her when she was looking for work to ask the man she was fucking if he could find a job for her, but she had decided not to as it seemed somehow rather the wrong thing to require of a lover (even one who was unable to penetrate her). She now understood why Leon had never offered her work in the past. He probably felt that Innocence would have been offended at the suggestion, which she reflected would probably have been very much the case. Her brief experience of appearing in a sex film while in Brook had not seemed to her quite the career move then as it seemed now.




Innocence Lost Ch. 25



The director waited until the end of the screening of the video they were watching, Howard's Rear End. Like many films made for the male homosexual audience its focus of attention was undeniably on taut male buttocks. Innocence played the rôle of someone whose unusual assets were never commented on but were fully enjoyed (as was the convention for transsexual films), and who had developed an affection for a house in the countryside where she had once had sex with a number of people. Unusually this orgy scene was near the beginning of the film. Throughout the film she made love with several men who also made love with each other and with several women who had very little sex with anyone except her. At the end, she obtained the house and the film ended with an open-ended fuck scene with the Howard of the title shitting on the grass in the foreground.

When the cast left after the screening, Innocence was left with the director and his boyfriend, a tall man with very long hair and a quite thin beard. The director pulled out a video entitled Leon of Arabia, and put it in the video player.

"This is Leon's first film and as you can see right from the start he had a leading rôle..."

"Not surprising with a dick like his!" Commented his boyfriend. "Ooohh! The lucky bastard. I so wish...."

Innocence watched the film which had a very flimsy plot of young men in desert sceneries waving swords and yelling, but for much longer admiring, pawing over, sucking, licking and revelling in Leon's monstrous appendage. He was frequently fucked from behind, but even then the young Leon whose beard was quite thin and whose chest had only the promise of future hirsuteness was just a little too endowed to have any hope of returning the favour.

"As you can see, not an arse in the world can accommodate that monster!" Exclaimed the director. "I've seen pricks of all sizes - and I've probably seen the biggest the world has to offer. Some are long and thin and though you can't get all the prick in your arse, at least you can get some of it in. At least some of the way!"

"And you can't walk straight for a week after!" Laughed his boyfriend.

"And then there are big ones which can only get in cunts and can't get in arses at all. And then there's Leon's prick! Apparently there's only one cunt in the whole world he can get his dick into. And what's more he can get it all the way in!"

"She must have the biggest fanny in the world!" Exclaimed his friend. "I'd love to have a taste of Legrand's whopper. I bet he comes like a fucking beer can!"

Innocence didn't wish to elaborate on her first hand experience, and stayed in her seat to watch more videos. There was The Prickholder, which was a relatively sad short sex film that showed the difficulties Leon had with fucking the Asian wife of the title and how they came to a mutually acceptable compromise where she would masturbate him while forcing her fingers up his anus. Another film was called The Importance of a Good Fuck, and featured the frustration Leon had with fucking some transsexuals and a few men after being mistakenly invited to a cucumber sandwich party.

"Doesn't Leon ever have a satisfying time in any of his films?" Wondered Innocence.

The director skimmed through the video titles. "The Portrait of Dorian's Penis? No, at the end of the film he has to accept that he can masturbate but not fuck. Fuck and his Friends? No, that doesn't end very well either. I think you're right, Innocence. Leon hasn't had that much fun in his film career. Perhaps that's why he went into production rather than acting."

"Queer and TS films weren't meant to be fun when Leon was making them," remarked his boyfriend. "It was meant to be tragic and sad. You weren't supposed to fancy pricks and have a good time. You were always supposed to have some kind of misery associated with it. It's not like that these days. And that's how I prefer it. If you want to wank over someone else's prick, you don't want to finish feeling pissed off about it. You want to feel like going off and fucking someone yourself."

To Be Continued...



Innocence Lost Ch. 26



In Which Innocence is made more widely available and Dodie enjoys Innocence with a client.

Innocence had never known before as much wealth as her new pornographic career promised her, and she found herself and Dodie spending it with a wild abandon that was both reckless and, as it turned out, foolish. There was not only the extortionate rent she was paying for their expensive Congress flat. There were the income tax bills to be met. There were also the purchases on furniture, computers, audio and visual equipment, original paintings and decorator's bills. There were also expensive nights out in restaurants and night clubs. And all of these were purchased on credit meant to be paid by future earnings. However her income was much slower in arriving than the inevitable bills and she found herself worrying just how she could possibly afford all that she now owed.

She and Dodie spent a few distressing evenings in front of the log fire studying all the bills and calculating their future earnings on the spreadsheets of their notebook computer. The sums just did not balance. The choice was stark. Either she had to reduce the outgoings and perhaps pawn off some of their purchases or find a way of increasing their income.

"Perhaps I should sell my body," reflected Innocence sadly.

Dodie laughed, hugging her lover's naked body close to her and idly stroking her penis. "Don't be silly, sweetest! You already do that."

"No," said Innocence in deadly seriousness. "I mean prostitution. I mean selling my body for sex for immediate tax free benefits. I've had a few offers from escort agencies and brothels to service their clients. I've always ignored them, but perhaps I should be more open to it."

"Oh, don't do it!" Exclaimed Dodie. "I'd hate to think of strange men fucking you. I tremble at the idea of some fat overweight man's prick stuck deep inside your sweet arse."

"As you say, how's that any different to what I already do for a living?" Innocence asked Dodie. "Why not do it for the money I'd earn? It'd soon put us in the clear."

Innocence's lover couldn't dispute the truth of that, although she felt that somehow fucking in front of the camera was somehow more acceptable than doing the same thing in the capacity of a prostitute. "At least in fuck films it's a kind of make-believe," she claimed rather uncertainly.

It hadn't seemed like make-believe to Innocence whose penis and arse were often quite sore for days after a particularly gruelling filming session, but the two girls soon reluctantly came to the conclusion that it would indeed resolve their immediate cash flow crisis. The following day, Innocence telephoned some of the proprietoresses of brothels and escort agencies whose cards she'd retained when they'd been offered her. It wasn't too easy to find them all, as they were scattered about in several trouser pockets and handbags, and some had been used for shopping lists, roaches or for jotting down other people's telephone numbers. 

The procuresses and proprietoresses all seemed delighted at the prospect of representing Innocence, and within hours she found her diary full of appointments at hotel foyers and at homes in very smart parts of the town. She dressed up in the expensive revealing clothes that she was advised to wear, including rather more underwear than she usually ever bothered with. As she pulled on the stockings and secured the garters she understood fully why she had never worried herself with them. Dodie was very dismissive of the image she was presenting: her face heavily made up and her hair tied back off her face.

"You mustn't believe that you're the part you're playing," she pleaded sadly. "Don't forget you're only doing it to solve our immediate crisis. You mustn't make a permanent career out of it."

Innocence nodded and waited anxiously for the taxi to arrive to take her to her first client. This was a rather fat man who was quite as unattractive in appearance as Dodie had feared. He had a short stubby beard which brushed uncomfortably against her face as he slobbered over her, and he was very quick in pulling off Innocence's clothes so that he could have a long stare at her penis. He greedily pushed it straight in his mouth, despite the fact that it was still quite limp and showed very little promise of becoming fully erect. Innocence, however, was a professional by now. She knew how to stimulate herself to obtain a penis in most situations, and despite her physical revulsion she brought it up to an erection.

Fortunately for her, the man's tastes were rather more in being fucked than doing the fucking, so Innocence was spared the discomfort that usually followed a night of buggery and spent her time while thrusting into his flabby hairy buttocks visualising her lover, Dodie, and thinking of her beauty. Most of the night was spent in bed with the man wrapped around her, moaning constantly about his frigid wife, his ungrateful children, his sluttish mistress and the punitive tax system.

Not all Innocence's clients were as easy as her first. Some were rather keen on buggering her and took particularly pleasure in the pain it sometimes caused her, adding to it by squeezing her breasts aggressively and pushing her into rather unnatural positions. The only consolation Innocence found in these circumstances was the thought that these extra torments would appreciably increase the size of her final invoice and would probably be reflected in a more sizeable tip. Some were more insecure and nervous. They had either clearly never had sex with a woman as beautiful as her before or were novices to having sex with anyone endowed with a penis. These men were generally quite happy for Innocence to do all the fucking, and sometimes weren't interested in penetrative sex at all (though they would be charged for it anyway).

She discovered that much of the time spent with them was in conversation. The sex often seemed to be just an excuse to spend time with a beautiful woman and to offload on her all their worries and concerns. Innocence had sympathy for some of them. Not all of them were interested in her merely because they wanted a more varied sex life. There were those who had recently lost their wives or partners through bereavement, divorce or separation, and for whom Innocence was just a pale substitute for the love they had lost. There were others who dared not admit their homosexual taste to their colleagues, family or friends, and found the service of male or transsexual prostitutes to be the only outlet they could find for their irrepressible desires. Many however just saw Innocence as a purchase like any other. She was viewed in much the same way as a good meal in a restaurant, or business class in an aeroplane, or a visit to the opera. She was just another luxury which could be afforded and from whom they expected a luxury service in accordance to the vast sums they were paying for her services.

All of them were however in awe at her body. It just didn't seem possible that a woman so feminine in almost every way could be blessed with a penis that functioned so well and was so naturally appointed. Some looked for evidence of operations that would explain her appearance. Did she have the penis grafted on? Or was it the breasts? Innocence endured this scrutiny, as she did the sex, with a mind that focused constantly on the returns her activity would bring her and how much it would help to reduce her never-ending debts.

"You can't do all this work yourself!" Dodie protested as she listened to Innocence's accounts of her work. "It's not fair that the debts that we've both incurred should be entirely paid for by your hard labour. You must let me do some work as well, to bring in some extra money."

Innocence was very reluctant to do so. She was frightened of her young lover suffering the same attentions as she had by now got rather accustomed to. She loved Dodie too much to willingly have her suffer in that way. But Dodie was insistent. She held Innocence close to her, hand as ever gripping on the length of her warm firm penis, her head buried on Innocence's shoulder on which she could feel the warm moisture of her lover's tears. "We must do this together! It's not right that you do so much for me and I do so little."

Innocence at last relented but only on the promise that the two should work in tandem, and that Dodie shouldn't be left entirely to the mercy of a client by herself. Although Dodie pointed out quite correctly that she was at least as experienced in sex with men as Innocence, albeit in a non-professional capacity, Innocence was adamant that she not be left totally unprotected. She could see also that despite Dodie's enthusiasm for sex which she still had with the men and women she met at night clubs and parties, it was quite a different thing to be fucked by a man with whom she'd not really chosen to have sex.

On Dodie's instruction, Innocence informed her procuresses of Dodie's wish that the two of them be made available for services as a couple, rather hoping that her offer would be turned down. As luck would have it, though, the procuresses were delighted at the suggestion and it was within a day that she and Dodie had an appointment with their first joint client. Innocence was relatively pleased to learn that he was quite young in comparison to many clients, being in his mid-thirties and apparently not disfigured in any way. However, when Innocence and Dodie arrived at his town flat in the Congress City centre, not too far from the seat of government, he certainly didn't appear very handsome. He wore thick glasses that didn't disguise his prominent squint and had quite an unpleasant expression.

"You're here, yes. Very good, yes. I want you to take off your clothes right away, yes," he commanded. Innocence knew by now that taking clothes off did not usually mean total nudity to clients, and she'd already informed Dodie of that fact. Dodie had covered her short hair with a long wig and some tight leather clothes, under which she wore some 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 prick 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 was hovering uncertainly near the mantel-piece wondering what she ought to be doing 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 that at some time, when their client had reached his desired state of arousal, he would intervene. 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 her 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 lubricrated anus permitted her penis to slide in gently hitting the slight resistance of her duodenum against her thrusts.

Innocence had nearly forgotten the presence of the man who had in the meantime divested himself of his clothes and was now himself 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 also 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 at all 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 rather interfered with the natural rhythm of Innocence's own thrusting. Innocence felt rather concerned for Dodie's welfare. It was clear that he 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 that 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 and tried to place him. It was clear that 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 on him 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 at 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 which 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 could never believe that sex could ever 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."

To Be Continued...



Innocence Lost Ch. 27



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, it seemed to her, 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 had caused her, she was still pretty sure she didn't want another 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 her cunt - the former showing just as much distress as the latter. Her mother still felt rather upset by the ordeal, but when the cheque for it arrived it more than covered all the horrendous debts that had accumulated after her husband's tragic accident with a motorised garden lawn mower and let them lead life on a much more even keel. She had even come 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 storyline. It was some more intangible aspect of her lovemaking which seemed both appropriate to her name but delightfully sluttish at the same time, as she thrust her practised penis into the arses and vaginas of the men and women who co-starred with her. Innocence was clearly 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 fan to her screen idol, but they soon became confessionals of her feelings towards her mother, the pains of adolescence and her worries about her lack of any sexual feelings towards boys or even to most women. She enjoyed masturbation, and she felt able to tell 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 quite sufficient stimulus.

She was almost surprised when her frequent entreaties for Innocence to come and stay with her and her mother were answered positively. She knew that 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 the memory of it or the thought of it ever happening again. 

She and her mother lived in an expensive cottage just outside the city of Congress which judging from the landscape of sheep, goats and open fields may well have been much further away from the city than the constant low roar from the nearby motorway made certain they could never truly forget. The garden which occupied most of her mother's time - pruning the begonias, roses and gladioli - was very large, containing secret corners and patches where Eve could masturbate in peace secure in the knowledge that only her mother would ever be likely to find her. And her mother was now 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 that her mother had by now decided that it was merely a dysfunction caused by the death of her husband, 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, and little promise of more arriving in the future while his estate was still being argued in the courts between his many apparent benefactees.

Innocence was clearly 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 often 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 feeling the blades rub against her own breasts. She had an urgent desire to feel the longer grass push into the sensuous aureate tenderness of her nipples and her toes dig into the earth.

Her intention, however, was not to make love to Innocence. This capacity was taken by her mother who welcomed any opportunity for sex - almost not caring with whom or what - as a kind of substitute for the attention of her deceased husband. Eve knew that her mother had loved her father. Despite his general silence and inoffensiveness most of the time, she knew the intensity of her mother's love from the passionate cries of ecstasy her mother used to emit, 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 have noticed anything. Innocence was not her father, although she very 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 found 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 at 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 staring around with that wide and excited stare that Eve recognised so well.

Having Innocence visit was such a joy to Eve. Someone who listened with so much patience as Eve talked about the things that 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 would play again and again, never tiring of the familiarity she had gained with every individual note. She loved to see her mother enjoying 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 had presumably expected in her week's visit to reply in physical form to 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 still didn't feel 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 I shall."

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 inveigle themselves into the gaps between her toes. Then she loosened her blouse, opening it up to reveal the white singlet she wore underneath. Then slipping 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 stepping out of it. Then pushing up her singlet, revealing the unshaved hairiness of her armpits and throwing it dismissively behind her. And then hooking her hands into the elastic band of her cotton knickers, pulling them down and tossing them she cared not where 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 fucking in the living room. Her mother's mouth taking Innocence's penis deep into her throat while Innocence's mouth was probing and biting 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 being in a position to exhale any air. Innocence was so beautiful! She was indeed lucky to have lost her virginity to one as beautiful as her. 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 much 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 feeling the loose grass cuttings so recently cropped mingle with the hair of her pubis. 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 after. 

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 had rolled around 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 felt sure, 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 purple glans which was very much swollen. She observed with delight that Innocence was herself masturbating. And masturbating what's more over her 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!

Innocence's visit to Eve's home was not unnoticed by the local sex television station, Congress Copulation Broadcasting, which arranged a visit to interview Innocence who had now become so famous for her appearances in so many films and videos. Eve waited in anticipation with her mother and Innocence until the television crew arrived, where they were due to take over the garden for their filming. There were nearly half a dozen people who eventually arrived including the interviewer, Morning Glory, a tall slim woman who as always was dressed in only a black bikini and long black hair that trailed down half way down her back. Her eyes were lined in black make-up and her lips were painted a prominent blood-red. She and her producer, a short plump woman in a thick fisherman's jumper, introduced themselves to the company and explained to them the proceedings of the interview.

It was to take place in the garden, on the lawn where Eve had so often masturbated, near a small statue of a naked boy and a tall lavender bush. "We'll prefer it of course if you were interviewed naked," the producer explained to Innocence, who was wearing her long white dress. "The viewers would be most interested in seeing your penis. It would be the thing which would most attract their attention to watching the programme. We would also like to see you making love to your beautiful young girlfriend - Eve is it?"

"Oh! I don't want to do that!" Eve immediately protested. "It brings back too many painful memories."

"Why's that?" Wondered Morning. "Surely it's better for you to make love to Innocence than for me to have to do so?"

"I don't care who Innocence makes love to. She can fuck my mum if she has to fuck anyone. I just don't want to do it myself."

"Eve was my co-star in The Dawning of Eve," Innocence explained. "She just doesn't want to repeat the experience."

"What sort of film was that?" Morning asked. "It wasn't a rape or S&M film, was it?"

"It's the film where Innocence took my virginity," Eve proudly explained. "It was just very painful. I just couldn't do it again. I don't ever want to do that again!" 

The producer looked quite thoughtful. "Well, how about just kissing, then?"

Eve nodded. "Yes, I'd do that. But not down there! Only on the face."

"Okay, we'll do that then. The viewers would like to see that Innocence has a regular girlfriend. Do you mind doing it unclothed?" Eve shook her head. She didn't mind at all. "But it means that it'll be up to you, Morning dearest, to do the fucking. You don't mind do you, Innocence? Fucking Morning here?"

Innocence smiled. "I'm sure it would be very pleasant."

Morning looked more doubtful. "Honestly, Noon, it's not as if I were lesbian or anything. Why do I always have to get involved in single sex scenes?"

"Innocence isn't a normal women, are you love? It will be much more like the normal fuck scenes you prefer doing, Morning sweetheart. Don't be so awkward."

Morning scowled, but she nodded in assent. 

The filming began with a prolonged kiss between Innocence and Eve, the two of them naked, with Eve's mother watching along with the rest of the film crew. Part of the scene involved the two girls taking each other's clothes off, and Eve was delighted to see that Innocence's penis was already quite large. She took it in a hand and held its warm pumping magnificence while she and Innocence kissed and kissed and kissed. Eve felt quite aroused by the feel of it and pushed her bare skin against Innocence's in the afternoon sun, feeling almost like relenting and letting Innocence fuck her. But it was too late now. She'd made her decision. And if she were ever to let anyone fuck her again it wouldn't be while three cameras surrounded her and a boom was suspended above her head by a most elaborate contraption.

Neither Morning nor Noon interrupted the kissing - perhaps hoping it would after all come to something more penetrative, but it came to its own end. Eve pulled herself off, and with her heart still beating with excitement and her skin dripping with sweat, she ran off to sit with her mother, who smiled at her reassuringly. Morning then walked onto the set, wearing her black bikini - her large breasts swelling against the top and her slim waist so neatly delimited by that and the bottom. She kissed Innocence more briefly on the mouth, but ensuring that their tongues touched and made feigned sounds of pleasure.

The talk part of the interview started immediately after, with the two of them sitting together on the grass with their arms around each other, and their legs sprayed out in front of them.

"One question I must ask straight away before we begin refers of course to your penis, Innocence? Many people want to know, and I'm just one of them, how such a feminine woman as you - and such a beautiful one too - should have such a magnificent functioning male member. It is yours by birth? It's not been grafted on has it?"

"No, not at all. It's been with me from birth! But of course not always as well functioning as it is now..."

"Well, we'll find out later about how well it functions," remarked Morning, stroking it with one of her hands and appearing slightly startled from the way it responded so positively to her caresses. "First of all we'll talk about your film career."

This part of the interview, Eve learnt, would be screened with excerpts from the better films and videos that she'd performed in (not including, Eve learnt, The Dawning of Eve, on Innocence's own request. She knew that this was not a film she was especially proud of having done and one that she hoped her lover, Dodie, would never find out about). Innocence spoke of the people in the film she'd fucked or was fucked by and gave accounts of particularly amusing or erotic incidents relating to each film. These details had already been extracted from Innocence in an earlier chat she'd had with Noon before the filming had started. The interview also concentrated on other parts of her life - much of it was actually new to Eve. She hadn't known that Innocence had once been a nun. Nor that she had once been involved in a commercial venture with her sister with Null. Nor that her first film had been made in Brook, and hadn't actually involved her having any sex at all.

After this part of the interview, in which Innocence avoided Morning's probings regarding her relationship with her sister and refused to draw herself to comment on her opinion of Leon or Honore L'Oeuf. "So you wouldn't wish to confirm that the famous children's author has based her sexual accounts on her own direct experience with actual children?"

"I think it's best for Honore herself to answer questions like that," Innocence diplomatically replied.




Innocence Lost Ch. 27



"Indeed," agreed Morning standing up beside Innocence. "It is her right to do so." She then pulled down her knickers - keeping her bikini top on - and revealing her shaven pubis which she stroked with her fingers. She then took Innocence's hand and pulled it up to her cunt and gently stroked it against her. Then with the same professionalism that marked the rest of her interview, she pulled Innocence up to her feet and initiated the sex part of the interview.

As the cameras and sound operator crowded around the two of them, Eve put her arms around her mother and watched with fascination as Morning and Innocence made love. She watched as Morning took Innocence's penis into her mouth, commenting all the while for the benefit of the cameras, the exact feel of it, the warmth of it, how it throbbed and later the taste of it. Eve enjoyed it as Morning allowed Innocence's penis enter her shaven cunt and continued a monologue to the camera interspersed with cries of apparent ecstasy. She let her fingers stray into the recesses and folds of her cunt, as Morning - still addressing the camera - tied a dildo around her waist and then proceeded to fuck Innocence up her arse. Eve felt privileged to see such professional lovemaking, and she hoped that her part in the interview would make the positive impression she'd intended.

She glanced over to Noon, who was running about, giving instructions to camera operators on the basis of the pictures she could see on the monitors. Noon caught sight of Eve huddled around her mother, masturbating furiously, and smiled amiably. She slipped away from the huddle of cameras and strolled over to Eve and Dawn.

"Are you sure you wouldn't like a more active rôle in the interview?" She asked sympathetically.

Eve shook her head adamantly. "I don't want to be fucked by Innocence, if that's what you mean?"

Noon blushed slightly. "Well, even so, could I still have the pleasure of inviting you to my home for a meal. To thank you for the help you've provided for the interview?"

Eve nodded. "Yes, I'd enjoy that."

Noon smiled with satisfaction. "I'd enjoy that too!" She bent over and kissed Eve fully on the mouth and tenderly stroked Eve's breast. She slightly squeezed Eve's nipple and brushed the hair off her face. "I'd enjoy that very much!" 

To Be Continued...



Innocence Lost Ch. 28



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 that 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 with them, but she wasn't noted for a particular promiscuous lifestyle although she very 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 in any case quite a natural relief to the build up of the pressure that lovemaking necessarily entailed. She also 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 had often managed to convince herself that urine, like saliva, was probably quite safe and antiseptic.

Like all students, she needed somewhere to live and not somewhere at all 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 friends of her told her that it was probably a euphemism for something quite disgusting. She turned up at Innocence's and Dodie's flat really having no preconceptions 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 had 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 which pretended that she too was a student at the University of Congress, which of course she wasn't. The polytechnic she'd been to had been 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 which Algebra held quite 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 quite clearly took a liking to her and appeared quite 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 very expensively decorated, and had more than enough of modern conveniences to have deserved the notice All mod. cons. which in fact the advertisement had 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 once this fleshy chunk of brown stuff once belonged to a living breathing sentient being."

"Exactly," agreed Algebra, who nonetheless slightly 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 was also wearing black stockings and awfully harmful stiletto heeled shoes. However, when Innocence sat down and started talking, her character seemed 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. In fact 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 which Algebra had 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'd been used to up to then. She'd even had to share bedrooms before: 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 their bedrooms. 

It was a while until Algebra discovered the real reason why 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 Innocence naked 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 Gödel'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 Gödel (and indeed Russell, Mandelbrot and Newton) quite forgotten.

Dodie was not a girl who lacked for friends, but Algebra was impressed by the way she nevertheless remained passionately in love with Innocence however many different lovers she might entertain at home. She could see that despite her own promiscuous lifestyle she still felt very jealous of her lover's filmic 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 with the various male and female sex stars she performed with. Dodie's strength of affection towards her lover warmed her to Algebra, and she soon came to feel affectionate herself towards Dodie as she betrayed her feelings with tragic grimaces and repressed sighs.

So it was, that after a while she relented to Dodie's persistent attempts to make love with her. For a change, she didn't instantly slip her hand out of Dodie's as they sat together watching television. Nor did she politely but firmly remove her 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 which clashed uncomfortably against her cheeks. Dodie's tongue probed deep inside Algebra's vagina, her fingers prising it open wider 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 vents 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 that she so rarely suppressed. The pressure against her bladder, stimulated by the wine the two of them 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 much more viscous liquid directed into her mouth. But then, with a quite abrupt start, she pushed herself off Algebra, wiping her mouth with the back of her hand and looking with some 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 naïvely.

Dodie coughed and spat in an attempt to clear her mouth of the piss that had entered it. "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 some disbelief. She shook her head slowly, shrugged her shoulders, and then 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'd made love to her in the past had appeared disconcerted by her attraction to urine, she'd assumed that it was simply because it was a novel experience for them. She found it difficult to believe that this should be the case with Dodie who she'd often seen with a prick up her arse or vagina with very 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 shouldn'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 wandered together to the bathroom and Algebra was gestured into the bath where she lay down in the cold empty interior. Dodie in the meantime opened a can of beer which she deliberately sprayed over Algebra's body as the froth came bubbling out. She then glugged at it quite 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 with a glance of satisfaction 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 then stepped into it, causing Algebra to pull one leg up while the other stretched out underneath 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!"

Almost immediately Dodie complied, 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 on her partner) 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 the discovery of this particular variant in her lovemaking.

To Be Continued...



Innocence Lost Ch. 29



In Which Une joins in the study of Algebra; the properties of Twelve are examined by Algebra; and Chastity returns to Innocence.

After their one session of lovemaking, Algebra was disappointed to find that despite her attempts to repeat it Dodie was decidedly unenthusiastic to do so. Algebra soon came to conclude that her brief love affair with Dodie had finished almost before it had begun, and resigned herself to her studies as a means of keeping her mind off her continued passion. Her assumption may well have proved to be true, but events interceded. An old lover of Innocence's, Une, had arrived in Congress and had decided to stay in the flat with them.

Algebra was attracted to Une, although she was much older than anyone whom she'd made love to before, except for one of her lecturers, who in any case was a man. Une dressed very simply in a long white dress to her ankles and paid absolutely no attention to the fashions of the city. She soon re-established her intimacy with Innocence, showing rather more modesty than Dodie by restricting her lovemaking to the bedroom. Dodie was clearly not at all delighted by this intercession in her love life, and particularly in the way she was excluded from participating in it in any form at all. Despite Innocence's occasional sexual activities with her lover, these were clearly too few and too brief to satisfy Dodie. Algebra watched Dodie from a distance, her head generally immersed in text books, although her mind focused on Dodie's beautiful hairy cunt and the slim breasts with the nipples so prominent against the fabric of her tee-shirts. She hoped and hoped that Dodie's apparent frustration would be relieved on her ever-waiting self.

Her hopes were eventually rewarded, but Algebra sensed that Dodie's lovemaking was almost certainly from a perverse sense of revenge than from any feeling of passion towards her. Although Algebra was expressly forbidden from pissing on Dodie, her lover felt no compunction about releasing volumes of urine onto Algebra's body and into her mouth, a diet which was soon supplemented by a more solid and horribly smelly alternative. Algebra didn't really enjoy the long messy turds as they squeezed out of Dodie's buttocks and plopped onto her face or her chest. She certainly didn't enjoy the taste and felt rather humiliated as she bent to Dodie's demands and took them into her mouth. She felt a disgust which somehow drinking urine never provoked. Although superficially her desire for lovemaking with Dodie was being satisfied there seemed to be very little genuine passion and it made her feel rather unhappy.

She sat down in the living room with Une on a night when Innocence and Dodie were out together to see a concert which Dodie insisted Innocence would enjoy, though even Algebra knew that there was too much of a gulf in the two girls' musical tastes for this to be particularly likely. Une was reading a rather thick hardback book which seemed to be several centuries old and was turning the pages from right to left on occasion. Algebra glimpsed the print in the book, but to her eyes it appeared to be nothing more than illegible scribbles in a very unfamiliar alphabet. She was immersed in the meantime in a book of attractors and fractals, and paused on occasion to muse on the more bizarre conclusions that the author was deriving from the various equations.

It was on one such occasion that Algebra caught sight of Une who was studying her with a certain amount of curiosity. Algebra looked across and wondered if Une's interest might not have been stimulated by her nudity, which seemed quite strange contrasted with the long white dress Une wore. Une smiled back.

"You're a student aren't you?" Une asked. "What is it you're studying?"

"Chaos theory," answered Algebra. "It's about how there is chaos in order and order in chaos."

"That seems a fairly accurate description of life," mused Une. "And in your life as well, I dare say. Dodie treats you rather badly doesn't she? Why's that, do you think? Is it because she thinks I'm taking Innocence away from her?"

"I think that might be why," Algebra answered. "Though I wouldn't say she treats me badly..."

"Do you like eating shit then?"

"Well, not really, but..."

"That sounds pretty cruel to me. You poor girl. You really need a better lover than Dodie. You know that she'll return to Innocence when I've gone."

"She will?"

"You know she will!"

Algebra looked across at Une, and became conscious of a welling of tears in her eyes. Barely had she noticed this than the trickle overwhelmed the lid of her eye and trickled down her cheek, followed by a sudden and unexpected sob. Une smiled sympathetically, and this suddenly triggered off a sudden outbreak of tears and sobs, which Algebra felt had been inside her for years and just then felt the need to be expressed. She put her head in her hands, dropping Fractal Facts and Friction to the floor with a dull thud. She felt a raw wound gape inside her as she shuddered with the strength of her feelings of frustrated love and dark realism.

Algebra felt an arm around her shoulder and looked up to see a naked Une behind her, smiling sympathetically. She turned her head and buried it deep into Une's chest, who clucked understandingly as Algebra moaned her wordless desires and fears. Une stroked her shoulders and soon allowed her hands to wander about the young student's body, expertly changing her sobs from ones of despair to ones of desire.

It was perhaps inevitable it would result in this, mused Algebra, as the two women rolled about on the thick rug in front of the gas fire, Une's tongue deep inside her vagina (from which Algebra courteously forbore urinating), and her own tongue and fingers exploring the caverns of Une's cunt. How could a vagina be so large? wondered Algebra, whose area of specialisation had never been biology. Her whole fist, and very probably her arm as well, could fit into the capacious recesses parted by the elegantly shaped but spacious lips. Algebra prised it open with the fingers of both hands and pushed her tongue and teeth as deep inside as she could. Meanwhile, her own much tighter cunt was being nibbled and licked and stroked with such expert care that despite her misery she came and came again, feeling an ecstasy that had always been denied her by Dodie and which none of her other lovers had ever achieved.

And so it was that the two were found, buttocks raised above faces and legs stretched out, when Innocence and Dodie returned later that night, Dodie quite clearly the more enthusiastic about the music of Sigmund Gamma. 

"Well, Innocence, sweetest," Dodie cooed, clearly not at all disappointed, "it looks like we'll be spending the night together. Une is obviously too wrapped up to offer you her company."

Algebra heard Innocence sigh slightly, and watched the two lovers' bare legs stride out of the living room, leaving her with Une, but really not caring. Somehow she felt that her uncharacteristic release of emotion had led to a deeper and more satisfactory experience than any amount of Dodie's urine could ever provide.

Une soon left, but before Algebra could feel sure that life could return to normal, another friend of her landladies, Twelve, found need to stay at the flat while she was between being evicted from her last bedsit for fucking too many people too loudly and finding a more tolerant landlord. Twelve was clearly much more like Dodie in character than Innocence, just as Une had been to Innocence, and it came as no surprise that it was with Dodie that most of her lovemaking took place. Twelve was a skinny freckly girl who wore nothing but a long white gown which somehow never succeeded in hiding either her breasts nor her cunt, and she had a single long strand of hair which fell coquettishly from her forehead down over her face and onto her shoulder. She had a thick bush of red pubic hair fashioned into the shape of a heart and was otherwise waxed extremely hairless. It wasn't long until Algebra found herself as just a toy in the two girls' sexual games, while Innocence remained, it seemed, quite unaware that her lodger was treated with anything other than the respect normally accorded to a gifted student of mathematics.

Twelve and Dodie would often entice Algebra away from her theorems, proofs and topology for sex games which occasionally involved pissing, and sometimes rather more ordinary sex, but more often involved faeces, spanking and bondage. It was only through love of Dodie that she allowed herself to be hung by her arms behind her from the window while Twelve stuck her arse out of the window and let loose long and messy turds over her long hair, down her chest and sometimes into her mouth. She allowed the two girls to tie her up in excruciating positions for hours on end, occasionally enlivened by a brisk spanking or even a caning, but mostly just ignored. She almost preferred the moments of physical contact, however painful and however much it left red and blue blemishes on her back and buttocks, to the long hours of sitting or standing in constant pain, her mouth muzzled and cords digging deep into her wrists or ankles.

However, it was as a result of the greater interest shown her by Twelve's arrival that Algebra first had sex with Innocence. In all the months she had lived in the flat all she had known of Innocence's body was its naked presence when she was home from work and watching Innocence at play with either Dodie or latterly Twelve or Une. She had enjoyed watching Innocence's prick thrust in and out, back and forth, into the girls' dripping vagina, the head of it raw and throbbing with passion, and then exploding, in a cascade of viscous liquid, as she came to a loud and frantic climax. Algebra would let her book drop down as Twelve would take Innocence's penis and bring out fountain after fountain of semen, and let it splash onto her breasts and take globules into her mouth.

Algebra had also watched Innocence in the various films that she had in the flat which featured her in a wide variety of sex scenes with a matching variety of partners. Her eyes focused more on Innocence's beautiful sexy body than those of her partners, whether male or female, who took her wondrous never-tiring penis into any and all of their orifices and revelled in the cascades of semen she produced. Algebra sometimes felt a degree of envy for these partners who, however brief their engagement, seemed to know Innocence more intimately than Algebra had managed to.

Dodie and Twelve soon found out about Algebra's desires on Innocence on those occasions, interspersing the humiliation and pain, when they were kind and considerate to her, even taking her out with them to night clubs where they would make love to each other and whoever else they might meet (ensuring that Algebra could only ever watch, and forced to wear clothes which constrained her too much to have any ability to participate).

"Don't worry, Algebra," Twelve said softly, as her piss dribbled down Algebra's chin and onto her chest, "we'll ensure that you get to know Innocence better."

And so it was that while Twelve sat in her bedroom one evening reading a book on Number Groups and Vectors, she was greeted by a slightly tipsy Innocence and a giggling Twelve and Dodie. The three girls had just been out to visit a few friends of Twelve's and had had rather too much to drink and smoke, and Innocence had been persuaded that what Algebra wanted most in the world was to be buggered by her. 

"She doesn't like it the other way," lied Twelve.

"In fact what she most likes is to have someone shit into her mouth!" Dodie supported.

"Algebra's got some pretty strange tastes!" exclaimed Innocence, who nonetheless had met and made love with enough people of bizarre tastes in her professional life not to consider this as at all unusual in itself.

"So, why not make a hard working student happy on the eve of her exams!" Wickedly goaded Twelve.

Algebra was soon secured to the frame of the bed, her buttocks high in the air and her face looking directly into Twelve's heart-shaped cunt. Dodie pulled Algebra's head up so that her mouth pushed directly into Twelve's semen- and piss-smelling cunt, while with a little more decorum, Innocence plied her tongue at Algebra's anus, lubricating it with her saliva and a little cunt juice that despite her humiliations Algebra was always able to provide with abundance. She knew that despite the way these activities hurt and disgusted her they provided her with more sexual satisfaction than less adventurous and more tender lovemaking would, and it was this proclivity of hers that Twelve had recognised from her own experience and so ruthlessly exploited. Algebra also sensed that somehow Twelve got a perverse kind of pleasure from humiliating someone who was pursuing her studies with rather more diligence than she'd ever done in her student days (before dropping out or being expelled, depending on which version of her life story Twelve was promoting on any one day). The fact that Algebra was more than likely to be a graduate and soon a professional somehow as remote from Twelve's own life of hedonistic abandon as could be imagined, appeared to goad the girl into a pattern of sexual cruelty that with Dodie's own sadistic streak became quite obsessive.

Twelve was soon pissing into Algebra's nostrils, mouth and eyes, while Dodie wrapped herself around alternately Twelve's and Innocence's body and Innocence thrust deeper and deeper into an orifice which had never been penetrated before and had indeed been left religiously undisturbed by Twelve and Dodie in their sex play, presumably to heighten this very experience for Algebra as much as possible. The pain was excruciating. Algebra's anus was not that large and was not as fully lubricated as she would have liked. Innocence was too inebriated herself to really appreciate the difference between Algebra's cries of genuine pain and those of abandoned passion. This was not assisted by her own cries of pleasure and those of Twelve and Dodie. Algebra's body felt punished again and again with each deep thrust and the cruel slaps from Dodie and Twelve on her shit-, piss- and semen-covered face and Twelve's sharp nips on her nipples and shoulders. It seemed almost too much, and it seemed to go on and on and on and ...

Eventually, Algebra lost consciousness. The constant pain and pleasure had sapped something from her. She had become giddy and flushed, and swooned while Innocence had at last transferred her penis into her cunt and her arse was now being penetrated by a dildo strapped around Twelve's waist. The other three continued their passionate lovemaking for many more minutes after this, and when she eventually gained consciousness she found herself lying in Twelve's arms who was looking down at her face with apparent concern. A trickle of a tear was coming down Twelve's cheeks, while Innocence looked on worriedly.

"Oh Algebra! Algebra! I'm sorry! I shouldn't have. We shouldn't have! We've gone too far! Can you forgive us? Please say you forgive us!"

Algebra smiled, and then swooned away again. She next gained consciousness the following day, and found that Twelve had somehow metamorphosed from being her worst tormentor to being her most attentive nurse. She also found that after the fever which racked her for several days after, neither Twelve nor Dodie attempted again to exploit her weakness for the more painful species of sex game. In fact, Twelve only touched her from thence in a very tender, thoughtful way and deliberately avoided any contact with Algebra's breasts or cunt. She seemed to be genuinely remorseful.

"I don't know how you can forgive me. I really don't!" She would say, holding Algebra with the same intensity of tenderness that she'd earlier expressed in petty torture. "I don't know how I can ever be forgiven. Please try to believe me when I say I'll never treat you like that again."

Algebra smiled and stroked Twelve's cheek with her hand. Was this the same girl? she wondered, as Twelve bowed her head down and buried it into Algebra's lap. What had Algebra's sufferings been like to trigger such an apparent change in Twelve?

Secretively, Algebra had already started looking for another flat to live in before Chastity returned into her sister's life. She had suffered too much from the treatment meted out to her by Dodie and Twelve, and although neither of the girls were now anything other than kind and attentive, the damage had been done. She felt that she had indulged too much, too often and too intensely in forms of sexual behaviour which were physically dangerous and not at all salubrious. All she wanted to do now was to pass her exams and leave the painful episode behind her. However, fresh torments were to come which she vaguely sensed when she came home from university to find Chastity's unfamiliar figure sprawled out on the sofa with a smug smile on her face, addressed uncharacteristically sternly by Innocence who was sitting opposite her with an arm around Dodie's shoulders.

"And what makes you think you'd be welcome back here?" she demanded of her sister, who was dressed in a loose white gown rather like Twelve's with the same inability to hide her breasts or vagina, and very short hair. 

"Innocence. Sweetheart. You're my sister! And where else am I to go? I can't afford the debts on the flat and there's nothing for me in Labia. You can surely put me up for a while in Congress while I look for a job and a flat of my own? My famous sister and her even more famous prick can easily afford to do that."

"It's not a question of affording to keep you, Chastity, and well you know it. I don't know how you can have the gall to come here!"

However, Chastity eventually won the argument, as Algebra knew she would. Innocence was far too sympathetic to her sister's plight to do otherwise, although she made it abundantly clear that it was only a temporary arrangement. Chastity settled in with rather more of an attitude of permanence than seemed consistent with this claim, and soon the third bedroom had become quite clearly her own. Algebra could see Innocence's and Dodie's discomfort with Chastity's presence in their flat, but she wasn't at first sure at all why. Certainly, Chastity's self-assertiveness and her pushiness were a little off-putting, but she was very kind and considerate to Algebra. She seemed to show genuine interest in the exotic and esoteric branches of mathematics that Algebra was engaged in, even though her questions were rather naïve and showed a lack of real understanding. Algebra got to learn from Chastity that she and her sister had fallen out over a genuine misunderstanding regarding a shared relationship with Twelve, and this seemed quite plausible to Algebra who noted that Twelve had quite soon left the flat not long after Chastity arrived and had appeared very reluctant to discuss any past liaisons she'd had. She appeared to be genuinely embarrassed about her past with Chastity, and in the absence of any contrasting story from Dodie and Innocence who kept themselves quite distant from their new guest there was no reason for Algebra to suspect otherwise.

Algebra soon discovered that Chastity was also a very good lover. It was within a few days that she found her love life was immeasurably enhanced by Chastity's impromptu seduction which somehow occurred so naturally that it was only afterwards that Algebra asked herself how it had progressed from such innocent conversation. Algebra needed little persuasion to share her bed with Chastity, who knew exactly how to bring her orgasm after orgasm as she lay back on the bed while Chastity's teeth, tongue and hands explored every crevice, every pore, every inch of her body. Her passion for Dodie had become a distant memory, assisted by the distance she maintained now Chastity was there. Indeed, her landladies had become rather jealous of each other, as if keeping a common front against any potential assault that Chastity might present. Algebra developed the theory that there might be an incident of incest in the two sisters' past which might explain the gulf that currently existed, although she felt sure that it was probably nothing more than the result of Chastity's rather obvious enthusiasm for sex.




Innocence Lost Ch. 29



Algebra's sympathetic attitude towards Chastity changed gradually as her new lover became more adventurous in her sex games. When Chastity first pissed on her, Algebra was at first delighted. This was how it was supposed to be! she exclaimed to herself. Pissing should come naturally in one's sex life. It shouldn't be forced. And how clever of Chastity to guess that this was the sort of attention that Algebra enjoyed. However, Chastity soon extended her repertory of sexual activity to include buggery with a dildo, shitting into her mouth, slapping her, beating her with a belt, tying her to the back of a chair, and many other such activities that she'd thought had been left behind when Twelve had abandoned them. She was rather more forceful with her protests than she'd been before. She'd been through all this humiliation before. She'd already decided that they were not for her, but Chastity ignored her, although she readily promised whatever Algebra might demand and smiled winningly. Algebra realised that Chastity was just too practised in this activity and had correctly gauged her as the kind of woman who despite herself was drawn to the darker side of sexual pleasure.

Chastity began inviting others back home with her, and Algebra found that she was made to participate in Chastity's sexual games with these people as well. Sometimes it was Algebra who was humiliated: tied up and forced to watch as Chastity and her new partner fucked away in front of her, sometimes to have semen, piss or shit spread over her face and body. Sometimes it was Algebra who participated in the humiliation of the guest, although she felt coerced to do so. And some of the girls and boys Chastity brought back were so young! Maybe even younger than Algebra's own eighteen years. They were bewildered and alarmed at what was being done to them. Algebra noticed, however, that there was a certain amount of subterfuge to Chastity's introduction of such partners into the house. She was told never to inform either Innocence or Dodie of who she'd brought back and definitely not what they had got up to. When Algebra asked why, she was merely told it was to prevent any 'misunderstanding'; though why Chastity should be so concerned when Dodie and Twelve were not that much better Algebra wasn't at all sure.

It was with some relief that Algebra announced to Innocence one evening that she'd found a flat to share with two final year students from her university. She explained that she thought that it would be better for her to share with other students, and not be distracted by people who had other things to do with their lives. Innocence tried to find out where Algebra was going to stay, and nodded sadly when Algebra said she didn't want to pass that information on.

"It's because of my sister, isn't it? You don't want her following you when you leave. Has she been treating you that badly?"

Algebra nodded and then burst into tears. She buried her naked body into Innocence's breasts and cried voluminously and self-consciously. Innocence coaxed the girl into her bed and they were soon making love which she performed with a tenderness and attention to detail much like it was at first with Chastity. Algebra looked in awe at Innocence's powerful penis thrusting deep inside her, while so intimately connected to such a beautiful and feminine body. She bent her head back and let loose a long and powerful cry.

"So tell me," said Innocence, as she and Algebra lay on the bed-sheets after Algebra had become exhausted by passion, "what has my sister been doing? What has she been making you do?"

Algebra looked down shyly at Innocence's limp penis between her legs and reached a hand out to stroke it. She continued stroking it, gently persuading it to a stubborn erection while hesitantly detailing all she had observed and participated in, noticing Innocence's confused mixture of approbation and sexual pleasure at the events she described.

"My sister's a monster!" Innocence exclaimed. "She mustn't stay under this roof for a moment longer. Tomorrow she has to get out, whatever excuses she might have!"

To Be Continued...



Innocence Lost Ch. 30



In Which Kedi rediscovers Innocence by choice, Chastity by circumstances, and meets Honore who is herself reunited with Innocence.

Kedi knew that Innocence was soon due to arrive to spend a few days with her, but she wasn't exactly sure when she'd arrive. She had been quite surprised to hear from her, although they'd kept in touch all the months since they'd lived together with Chastity and Mouse in Wonderground. Innocence didn't say why she felt the urgency of the visit, nor why she felt it best not to come with Dodie. She was pleased that Chastity wasn't coming as well, though she gathered that her former lover had moved from Labia to Congress to stay with her sister.

Kedi had started making a new life for herself in the seaside resort of Phallus-on-Sea. She and her brother, Pig, were renting a small farm cottage just outside the resort, from which they worked in the various odd-jobs available. Kedi worked in the fairground where she performed her masturbation routines and also in fish and chip shops serving customers and acquiring a strong smell of grease over her naked skin. She had decided on settling in Phallus as it was a district where her habitual nudity attracted no attention amongst the bronzed naked bodies of the holiday-makers. Her brother had a similar disaffection for clothes and after leaving Wonderground, where he'd worked as a maid for Mrs Duchess and other wealthy citizens, chose to live with his sister again.

Pig had gained a lot of sexual experience as a maid. His bottom was so sore that he'd already needed some treatment for piles, although he still got great joy out of sodomy which he practised as often as he was fit and able to with his many boyfriends. As a maid, he'd mostly been naked, but on occasions he'd been required to wear an apron and white lace hat which mostly served to soak up the semen and sweat that splattered on him after being buggered by his masters or mistresses. He had a full working prick himself, which as he grew older became more adept at fucking others. He made no distinction between genders, though he'd come to appreciate a good cunt, even if it wasn't such a tight snug fit as he was more accustomed to. He also came to particularly relish Kedi's cunt, especially as his sister was such a skilled sexual partner.

His prick was deep inside Kedi when Innocence arrived, and let herself in when nobody had heard her ringing the doorbell. Kedi had already stimulated Pig to ejaculation earlier in the hope that this would satisfy him. She loved the taste and sensation of his long thin black penis and liked the way it pumped out bucket-loads of semen. But Pig wasn't to be fully satisfied and neither was Kedi. He was soon straddling his sister, his penis thrusting in and out of her warm cavernous interior, her legs raised behind his back and her ankles pressed against the crack of his humping buttocks. Kedi spotted Innocence standing there in a long dress to her ankles and a blouse whose collar pushed up to the top of her throat. Her hair was much longer now and flowed over her shoulders, but was still nowhere near as long as it had been before she'd lived in the Convent. Her arms were bare, and her hands were clasped to her chin as she watched Pig fuck his sister, her bags at her feet.

Kedi raised an arm and squeezed Pig firmly on the shoulder to signal him to desist. "Innocence has arrived!" She announced, disengaging herself from her brother's body and easing him to one side, his penis still very much erect and very much on the point of another more productive ejaculation. "Hello, sweetest! You have not met Pig before, have you?"

"Your brother? No, I haven't," admitted Innocence stretching out a lace-gloved hand at the end of her bare arm, the fingers protruding. "Delighted to meet you!"

Pig was also quite clearly delighted. His prick showed no evidence at all of sagging. He stood in front of Innocence, with Kedi resting her hands on his shoulders, and shook Innocence's hand. His slim black body positively shivered with sexual anticipation. Innocence clearly recognised this from her extensive experience with sex actors and responded by kissing him full on the lips. Kedi watched with some satisfaction as the two of them began kissing and fondling rather more passionately: Innocence grasping Pig's buttocks in her hands and pushing his aching penis against her crotch beneath the long dress. She could see Innocence's own penis begin to raise and press against the fabric of the cloth. She positioned herself behind her friend, and nuzzled her tongue into Innocence's ear, while her hands carefully undid the countless small buttons which fastened her blouse.

Eventually, Kedi managed to pull off the blouse exposing Innocence's lace-covered breasts, and unbuttoned the skirt which descended in folds to the ankles. Her friend stepped out of the skirt in her delicate laced bootees, her penis pushing rather grotesquely out her knickers. Pig pulled down the knickers and gave a gasp of excited pleasure as he relished the sight of her erect penis. He stood back, his hands resting on Innocence's hips to take in its full beauty.

"It's so beautiful! So complete! So powerful!" He gasped. "Fuck me! Please! Fuck me!"

Kedi took off the last items of underwear, and caressed Innocence as she obliged Pig, who had turned around and proffered his abused anus for her pleasure. She watched as Innocence thrust in and out, clasping Pig's prick in her hands: its veins standing out, the pale grey glans swelling from pleasure and his balls hard and firm against the base of her palm. Eventually, it swelled to a climax and a spurt of semen spurt forth and onto the banquette where the two siblings had been so passionately engaged moments before. Innocence, however, was still not satisfied: her penis still swollen full and her testicles still rock hard as Kedi could tell from her own caresses between Innocence's legs.

"Now fuck me!" Kedi commanded. "Fuck me so I am feeling hot like my brother. Fuck me so I have been fucked as hard as I can be fucked!" She lay on the banquette, her legs wide open and dripping with pleasure. Innocence stood above her, an erect penis quivering with anticipation as she looked at Kedi's black classically formed body: her full nipples pointed on the cones of her breasts, her eyes shining like white beacons framed by her black face and her teeth as gleaming white as her eyes.

"Oh Kedi!" She cried, in delight, plunging her penis deep into her friend's cunt and pushing harder and harder, faster and faster, causing Kedi to shake and sweat and cry in loud irrepressible cries of ecstasy. A full-throated cry burst forth accompanied by long whining sighs of more general pleasure. Her legs shot high up, and clasped Innocence's buttocks, joining the rhythm of Innocence's thrusts, adding their own urgency and muscular strength to Innocence's own. 

And then, as the pleasure became more intense and threatened to peak again and again, taking her spasms to even more pronounced levels of ecstasy, she felt her brother's penis slide into her cunt: a slimmer and longer one pushing at the base of her cunt, thrusting under Innocence's, penetrating a little deeper and stretching her lips that much wider.

And then an easing of pressure, to be replaced by another harder, tighter pressure as Pig penetrated her anus, an area she generally reserved for her brother for special occasions, knowing his more usual preferences. The tip of his penis rubbed against the tip of Innocence's through the folds of her vagina, and his body arched behind Innocence, supporting himself by holding her full round breasts in his hands. And finally, a release and an explosion as both Pig and Innocence ejaculated inside her and finished on her black thighs stomach and on Innocence's buttocks. It continued to seep out, eased by Innocence's and Pig's fingers on each other's penises, and spurted into her mouth. Once again that familiar and reassuring rich taste of semen: the very taste of which brought Kedi to an orgasm that wasted her and left her collapsed on the banquette, semen dripping over her skin, over her lips and a tear of which trickling towards her ear.

"It is so very nice to have see you once again!" Kedi gasped as she lay back, abandonedly staring at her two lovers tumescent penises. "It is a pleasure I have had nearly forgotten, but will never forget again."

Kedi was not at all pleased a few days later when Chastity arrived unannounced at her door, wearing a long skirt and an open waistcoat: her short hair hidden under a large floppy hat with a long feather dropping out over the rim. She stood, legs apart and hands on her hips in the doorway, looking at her former lover sternly.

"What are you doing here? I told you it was all over between us. And how did you find me?"

Chastity looked at Kedi's tall naked body imploringly. "I've got nowhere else to go. I couldn't stay at the flat in Congress with Dodie. She physically pushed me out. But I learnt where you lived from Innocence and I thought ... well, after all we've been through together ... I thought ..."

"You definitely can not stay here! Innocence has come all this way to get away from you. She would not be pleased to have found that you have come to see her. I will not let you come in. You will have to find another place to stay."

Chastity looked down forlornly at her battered rucksack which lay just by her feet in their bowed high-heeled shoes. "But where can I go? Where can I stay? Please, Kedi. Help me! I'm desperate!"

Kedi looked at Chastity's pathetic figure with some sympathy. She couldn't very well kick her out. It wouldn't be right. But she knew what Innocence would think. She folded her arms and frowned as she pondered the dilemma between what was best for Chastity and for Innocence. "You're right. I cannot just turn you away. But you'll stay for just one night, and tomorrow you'll leave. Just one night understand."

Chastity smiled broadly: "I knew you'd help. I knew you wouldn't turn me away. But just one night. Is that all?"

"That's all. I don't want to upset Innocence more than I have to."

Kedi was right to be concerned for Innocence. When she arrived back from the beach in her bikini where she'd been sunbathing with Pig who was naked as always, she was clearly very upset to see her sister sitting on a cane chair wearing just a waistcoat and bootees reading a magazine on pet management. She stood frozen at the door to the living room, glaring accusingly at Kedi who was lying stretched out on a banquette playing with one of her kittens.

"What are you doing here?" She asked her sister venomously. "Do you have to follow me wherever I go? It's all over between us. I thought you understood. And Kedi's told me that it's very much over between you and her as far as she's concerned. Are you just trying to make my life a torment?"

"Where else can I stay?" Chastity pleaded. "Dodie threw all my clothes onto the street and bolted the door. She said she never wanted to see me again. I've got no money. I don't know what to do."

"Don't lie, Chastity! You've got plenty of other friends you can stay with. What about all those people you used to bring home every day? Or have you fallen out with all of them as well!"

"They're not close to me. Not like you and Kedi. Both of you are the most important people in my life. You can't just tell me to leave like this!"

"Yes, we can. And we do. You can leave here this very minute!"

"But Kedi said I could stay the night. Didn't you, Kedi, sweetest. You did, didn't you?"

Kedi nodded reluctantly. "Yes, I did. Chastity's right. I can not have just kicked out her. We had been lovers for so many months. But it is just one night. No more."

Innocence sniffed. "If my sister is here for one more night than that, then I shall leave tomorrow. I will not sleep under the same roof as my manipulative sadistic sister. She probably hasn't told you about all the children she's abused. Or the way she played unwholesome sex games with our lodger. Or the many disgusting things she does with any man or woman who's foolish enough to be seduced by her." She looked at Pig, and put a kindly arm around his shoulders: "Whatever you do, don't permit yourself to be taken in by this woman. Before you know it she'll force a dildo up your arse and cover your face in piss."

Pig looked genuinely puzzled, and stroked his slightly tumescent penis. "What's so wrong with that?"

Innocence recognised she'd seriously misjudged Kedi's brother, but made no comment. "Just don't be taken in, that's all!"

"You're wrong about me," Chastity pleaded more. "I'm not a monster. I just enjoy things that you don't enjoy so much. You're applying your own prudish narrow-minded standards to others. You should be more understanding."

"I don't care, Chastity. You're leaving tomorrow and that's the end of it!" With that Innocence stomped upstairs with Pig where she remained all night. A little alarmed, Kedi let the kitten drop to the floor, ignoring its sharp claws which tried to retain a grip on her bare knees. She turned her head back at Chastity and glared at her.

"Chastity. You have brought so much discord to my home. Tomorrow you leave, do you understand. You must go!"

Chastity scowled and buried her head back into the article on hen rearing which had been apparently absorbing her, but Kedi could see that she was quite clearly upset by her sister's rejection.

The following day, Kedi woke up Chastity who'd been sleeping under a blanket on the sofa, who sat up, letting the covering drop onto her legs and stretched her arms out, yawning, revealing the fullness of her breasts. "What time is it?" She asked wearily.


"Time you were leaving," stated Kedi baldly. "Get your clothes on. Come on!"

"What now? No breakfast?" Pleaded Chastity spreading her arms out towards her former lover. "Have a heart!"

"You must leave. Before Innocence has got up. Come on!"

"Can't I have a coffee first. Come on, Kedi!" Pleaded Chastity pathetically taking Kedi's black hand in her own pale one. Kedi immediately shuddered and noticeably stiffened. "Please, Kedi."

"I shall get you a coffee. As you ask. But that is it!"

Chastity stood up, and squeezed her naked body against Kedi's, who couldn't help feeling again that frisson of pleasure she always associated with such close contact to such an undoubtedly attractive body as Chastity's. She relented to the extent of holding Chastity to her breast, her fingers stroking her shoulder blades. Her former lover held her close for several minutes, while Kedi allowed her hands to drop lower down the back towards the waist. Kedi felt confused and unhappy. Then she felt Chastity's hand work its way round to her groin, and stroke the small patch of pubic hair above her vagina. Kedi sighed. She knew exactly what Chastity was trying to do, and for a moment she was unsure whether she had the strength to resist it.

Chastity's hand worked its ways further down and her fingers delicately squeezed Kedi's firm clitoris. Kedi sighed: no! This wasn't right. This wasn't right at all. She pushed Chastity apart from her.

"No! Chastity. No! You are to leave. And you are to leave now. Before Innocence and Pig wake up. What I have said, I mean!"

Chastity smiled sadly. "I know when I'm not wanted!" She sighed regretfully, bending over to put on her skirt and fastening her bag. "I've given you and my ungrateful sister so much pleasure, and now I am just discarded. Like so much garbage. I know now who my real friends are. And they don't include you. And they don't include my fuck film star sister. Nobody understands me. And nobody cares."

She buttoned up her waistcoat, slipped on her bootees, quickly tying up the laces, slung her rucksack over her shoulder, and, without waiting for a coffee, she marched towards the front door. "Goodbye then!" She announced with equal measures of regret and bitterness, and slammed the door forcefully behind her, smiling grimly at the way the entire cottage shook on its impact.

Kedi stood muted in the living room. She was dazed by the exchange and felt a wave of sadness and self-recrimination shudder through her body. She stood for several minutes, staring at the door which steadfastly refused to open to re-admit her former lover, while she reflected on all the passion she'd shared with Chastity, and wondered where it had all gone. Then she sighed deeply. She shook her head, ran her fingers down her bare torso, and then headed to the kitchen to prepare breakfast for Innocence and her brother who were sharing her bed that night. If only things could have ended more amicably, she thought. But it wasn't to have been.

It was such a hot sunny day and the beach was covered with the brown roasting bodies of holiday-makers enjoying the blaze of the sun, shining from the sun-tan creams coating every inch of exposed flesh, and their heads either buried in books and magazines, or turned up to bronze their cheeks the same brownness as their buttocks or breasts. Kedi was not herself at all interested in sunbathing. Her body was quite dark enough as it was, and could probably get no darker. Innocence, however, did enjoy lying in the sun, but the fine sand of Phallus-on-Sea's beaches didn't offer her quite the same freedom as it did to most sunbathers. She was still too self-conscious, despite her habitual nudity at home, to reveal her crotch to the innocent public. She would much rather remain anonymous, behind her thick sun-glasses, her long hair tied back in a bow, and a very modest swimming costume. She was very nearly the only person on the entire beach who was not unclothed, and this in itself attracted unwelcome attention towards her.

Kedi and Innocence strolled along the beach, by the very edge of the sea, where the sand was firmer and didn't burn into Innocence's soles, hand in hand, and, quite often, embracing, their arms around each other's waist. A refreshing breeze came in from the sea, and blew Innocence's hair onto Kedi's face. Their progress was a stately one, as Kedi's stride always was, but their intent was to get beyond the more popular stretches of the beach to the quieter, more relaxed sand dunes further on, just round the bend of the bay, and past a tiny secluded cove, where Innocence would feel no worry about shedding her swimming costume and the two of them could indulge in making love to each other in the open air: a sport they were both inordinately fond of.

They walked along by the edge of the sand dunes looking for just the right spot. Secluded enough to be out of sight, but exposed enough to be blessed by the sunshine that Innocence was so attached to. However, every time they found a spot they thought might just be right, they found another couple had already claimed it as their own and the perfect spot was already occupied by heaving buttocks thrusting deep inside one orifice or another. Their pursuit was beginning to get a little wearisome, and Kedi was contemplating abandoning the whole venture, and to just lie together in the sand as they were.

"Huh!" Kedi exclaimed as they came to another secluded sand dune which would have otherwise been perfect, but for the sound of lovemaking and the sight of a naked girl who was wandering about by the dunes, a small trickle of clear viscous liquid running down the inside of a slender thigh. "Is there not any place anywhere that we can go?"

Innocence squeezed Kedi's hand tightly and reassuringly. "There must be somewhere. Not everywhere can be taken. Who'd have thought there'd be so many people out here with the same ideas as us." 

Kedi kissed Innocence full on the lips. "I am hoping we find somewhere soon. I burn with longing for you!"

The couple continued walking past the sand dune where the girl had come from to see a young bronzed boy, not much older than the girl but just as naked, leaning on top of the body of a much older woman with simply enormous breasts, his penis deep inside the woman's vagina and his taut buttocks mechanically thrusting in and out. To one side of the couple was a woman in her late thirties, naked but for a sun hat and a necklace who was shamelessly masturbating at the sight of the copulation. The fingers of one hand were stroking the long thin nipple of a small breast and her other fingers deep inside the caverns of her cunt.




Innocence Lost Ch. 30



"It's Honore!" Gasped Innocence. "I've not seen her for ages, Kedi. You must have heard of her and her books."

"Yes, I have," admitted Kedi, "but she is very busy. Shall we let her be? Perhaps we will be finding a quiet place elsewhere."

Kedi's reluctance to stop and her desire to find another spot was expressed too late, because Honore had spotted Innocence, and placed her hands gently on her young lover's shoulders to persuade him to desist. "Innocence, sweetest! How are you? And who is your beautiful black friend?"

The boy rolled off Honore's thighs and lay on the ground beside her, his slim penis still erect and shiny from his exertions. The older woman reluctantly paused in her masturbation, and the young girl rushed up to the woman's breasts and wrapped her slim arms around her. "Are you a friend of the great Honore? I'm so honoured to meet you."

"Meet Gateau. She's a great enthusiast of my books. And so too are her daughter and son, as you can see," said Honore, wrapping her arms around the young man.

"Ever since I'd first read Honore's books I've been a great fan," enthused Gateau. "She has made my life and those of my children so much richer. We have avidly bought every single one of her books. From The Nastiest Little Girl In School and The Stink in Pooh Corner to The Sodomist's Nephew and Lord of the Rims, we've enjoyed them all. They've provided us with great inspiration and have brought us all to frequent orgasms of delight. It was with Honore's stories in mind that I have introduced my daughter and son to the pleasures of their bodies, and have been inspired to relish them myself. And what greater honour can there be than to make love with the great author. And look how wet the pleasure of that honour has made me!"

She parted her legs and exhibited the trickle of viscous liquid that her masturbation had generated. "To see my son giving pleasure to Honore is the greatest delight of my life. It is a memory that I am sure will cream my knickers for many years to come." She locked an arm around her daughter, and stroked her breast. "But don't worry about us. We are happy to be just spectators." She pulled her daughter's face to her own and pushed her tongue deep inside her daughter's mouth. She responded eagerly, and grasped her mother's nipple with her delicate fingers.

Honore stood up and wandered towards Kedi and Innocence, her enormous breasts falling down below her waist and all but totally obscuring her cunt. "Oh! Innocence! I've thought so much about you since I left Congress. And you're such a success in your new career now. Your films are very popular in Brook. But please. Why are you wearing that swimsuit. It suits you. You know that. Almost nothing you ever wear could not suit you. But your true beauty is in your nakedness - like your splendid black friend."

Honore's slim hands took the straps of Innocence's swimming costume, and eased them off her shoulders. She then pulled the lycra material down over her breasts and eased them down off her crotch and to her ankles. Innocence's penis, already aroused by Kedi's caresses, had sprang fully to life and stood out proud and erect. Gateau's daughter disengaged herself from her mother and wandered over to Honore and Innocence, and admired Innocence's penis. Kedi had become quite accustomed to it now, and often forgot how very bizarre to most people was the sight of such a strange appendage on the very feminine body of such a beautiful woman. The daughter leaned out her hand and touched it. She gasped a little when it twitched slightly under her fingers.

"It's a lot bigger than my brother's!" She exclaimed. "And it's probably even bigger than Daddy's. Can you fuck me with it, please! I want it inside me!"

"Oh, Pussy!" Rebuked Gateau. "Don't be impatient! I'm sure Honore's friend will be quite happy to fuck you when Honore's had her turn."

"But I want to be fucked by it!"

"Don't be greedy! Think how much more of an honour it will be to be fucked by a woman who's just fucked the great Honore. The juice of the great writer will intermingle with her friend's sperm. What an honour!"

Indeed, it probably was, although it all left Kedi rather untouched. She had never really felt any feelings of awe towards anyone, however famous, and couldn't really understand why others should. However, she and Innocence were soon partaking in more sex, better in both intensity and passion than she had originally expected, and for that it seemed the hours of wandering about the beach had been justified. Gateau's son, her daughter, Honore and Innocence herself surrounded her with a heaving sweating mass of sexual pleasure. Two penises, one or another often in her mouth, arse or cunt; two enormous breasts, whose fully erect nipples were very nearly as big as the boy's erect penis; the tender and sweet caresses of the girl; and no respite. Her own tongue and fingers travelled widely amongst all the available flesh. Sometimes hard, firm and tender. Sometimes soft, gentle and resisting. Sometimes damp and sticky. But always hot, sweaty and heaving, accompanied by small gasps, piercing cries of ecstasy and so very much of it.

Throughout all this activity, - Innocence's penis in her arse or in that of the young boy; Honore's breasts on either side of her face; Pussy's cautious and trembling examination of the folds of her vagina - Kedi was conscious by its very absence of the presence of Gateau. As she looked over to the mother, she could see she was still masturbating furiously, her hands sometimes fast and frequent at the exercise of her clitoris, and her angular cut straight hair wildly loose over her sweaty face. Occasionally the daughter or son would break off from the lovemaking to kiss or caress their mother, who would reciprocate with as much passion as she showed for her own body. But despite the mother's sexual appetite and fondness for incest, she showed no desire or inclination to be involved in the lovemaking of which Kedi was so much a part. This was behaviour Kedi found utterly incomprehensible. What pleasure could there be out of merely watching? But, as Innocence commented later on the basis of her own career of providing masturbatory relief, for many people the pleasure came from the fantasy not the fact, and it might be that Gateau's passion for Honore would be dissipated were it ever to actually be achieved from anything less than a short distance.

"I am not understanding that!" Sniffed Kedi disapprovingly. "Why not just enjoy it for what it is? No fantasy can surely be better than the passion I share with you." 

To Be Continued...



Innocence Lost Ch. 31



In Which Innocence remains 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 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 had given her so much pleasure to see Hyacinth 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 book had been a great success. The advance sales had been extremely gratifying and the reviews almost universally good. The Water Sport Babies, a story about young Tom, a young man who was introduced to the delights of urination fun by a girl he had met after breaking into her house with the intent of stealing whatever he could find. The two lovers ran off together and the subsequent stories managed to incorporate a gallery of characters, including several 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 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 the people 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 girl 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 all the others 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 and the other a girl, Paella, who wears her national costume: a blouse, white socks, black shoes and enormous dildo. Her brother wears a dress and rather 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 her books. What was also troubling her was that her plans for the rest of the book was straying even further along these lines.

In the Cunt Federacy, virginity is a prized asset, particularly as it was so relatively easy to lose it. A girl's virginity was traditionally reserved for her father. 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, and 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, and is determined to leave school and the Cunt Federacy to 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 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 Hyacinth, who was resting in Innocence's arms,. Innocence was looking down at her lover 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 girl being penetrated until her maidenhead split and the blood dribbled down her legs? Did Honore get pleasure from seeing virginity lost 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. Perhaps she should start writing non-sexual books. Honore frowned. Her previous attempts at that genre had not been marked by great success. Nor, in truth, had every one of her books. Her Stephen Fucker never seemed to quite achieve 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 possessions of oversized penises. Her Sex Professor was rather better at airing her views about sex with students than developing the character of the protagonist or the plot.

Oh well! sighed Honore, saving her manuscript to hard disk and closing 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 up 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 readership called 13, ostensibly written by fans of her literature including erotica featuring themselves and their sexual fantasies, but in actual fact mostly written by herself and used principally to promote her books. The current editor was supposedly Delphinium, one of her favourite lovers, but her only real contribution was to pose for the editorial photograph and to lend her signature to the editorial articles that Honore had written herself. It was published every two months featuring short stories, photographic cartoons with word-balloons and several soft-core photographs of her several lovers.

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 spread very far, but she knew that photographs of her would stimulate 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 also appear on the front cover. Innocence hesitated at first.

"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 slightly 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 make his way from his photographic studio in Brook, and come all the way to Honore's seaside home. She also contacted Delphinium, also in Brook, who came along with her mother. Delphinium was delighted on arrival to at last relieve herself of the unfamiliar oppression of her clothes. Honore introduced Innocence to Delphinium and smiled as she expressed her 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 those kind of photographs. 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, and started with Delphinium getting her wish to fellate Innocence while the photographer set up his equipment and Honore and Hyacinth sitting 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, acquainting themselves with each other and preparing for their own later appearance in the magazine. This came soon, after Innocence had 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 for other purposes. 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 girl's tongue exciting the clitoris while Hyacinth reciprocated with her own 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.

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. Over the top of Innocence was 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 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 penis, 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 teenagers who had 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 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.

Honore was sitting down on the sofa of her living room admiring the naked beauty of her latest 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 introduced to love by the great writer. She had left her study where she'd been 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 young man's. She hadn't got very far with the book, and had already contemplated, and dismissed, the idea that the young man's father should have sex with him, but amongst the characters she'd imagined for the adventures were several animals and plenty of opportunity for bestial love.

Her thoughts at the moment were far away from her work, and how Pricchio could have sex with an insect, and concentrated on the slim figure of Lupin, who attracted the lust within her enormous bosom. She was speculating on the fun they would have together, her tongue around the girl's cunt, while she squeezed and massaged her massive breasts. Then would come the opportunity she so relished of inviting Innocence to partake in the lovemaking. She could imagine that familiar expression of wonderment and slight fear as Lupin regarded Innocence's erect penis, knowing that soon it would be between her legs, thrusting back and forth, bringing out 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 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 into the living room, his naked 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 irritatedly. "I'll see who she is," she announced. She wandered over to Lupin, whose long hair was tied into plaits which 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 falling down 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.

"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 felt that she now had quite a strong case for Innocence's affection herself, as they shared the same bed and the same lovers 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 at the bottom. In it Hyacinth and Delphinium were playing sex games together on the grass, the head of each buried between the thighs of the other. As Honore wandered back to Lupin, she felt 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 in fact she doubted whether Innocence would even contemplate participating 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 in some disarray patched with semen. Honore was intent on Lupin, who had explored almost every part of her massive breasts. She had stroked her cunt on the enormous nipples, allowing it to penetrate between its widened opening stretched apart by her fingers. She had allowed the girl to nibble about her clitoris and to tear at her own pubic hair with her sharp little teeth. She looked over at 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 answered for her. "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?"




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"I imagine I'll be joining you," Dodie said with a smile. "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 along the comfortable parameters she had become accustomed to. She studied Innocence's face in the hope that there was something about it which would say that 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 be better acquainted with you."

To Be Continued...



Innocence Lost Ch. 32



In Which Honore learns about the relationship between Purity and Innocence; a film is made illustrating Innocence's virtues; and Honore is introduced to Leon.

Honore was struggling with the composition of her Adventures of Priccho, in which she'd now managed to get her hero to a Land of Naughty Boys, where he was having sex with a number of boys and admired how large their penises were, in many cases more than eighteen inches long, not knowing that this was merely the first stage of a transformation which would turn them into donkeys, or asses as she'd chosen to refer to them. Pricchio's erect penis was also growing much longer, which it normally did whenever he was lying, but in this case was also getting mysteriously hairy. While repeating to herself certain sentences to see how they sounded she heard the odd sound of shrieks and cries coming fast and rhythmically from across her mansion. It was probably just Dodie and Innocence indulging in their marathon love sessions, Honore mused, but the sounds continued on and on, and it became impossible for Honore to concentrate on her story. Let's see what's going on? she said to herself, easing her enormous breasts out from under the desk where they'd been resting on her knees, and standing up.

She wandered into the hallway where the shrieking and gasping was particularly loud. There was also the familiar slap slap as Innocence presumably thrust in and out of a welcome cunt. Honore sighed. Although she still enjoyed occasional sex with Innocence, ever since Dodie had appeared it had become much less frequent than before. She mostly spent her nights with the company of Lupin, Hyacinth or Moss, who however attractive they were didn't have the sexual skills or facilities which Innocence had in such abundance. Honore eased herself up the staircase, her breasts pulling her forward and walking rigidly to maintain her posture.

When she got to the landing, there was a pause in the orgasmic cries, so Honore had to explore to find their original source. She put her head around Lupin's door, and got something of a shock as she realised that the source of the cries could not have been Dodie. She was embracing Lupin by the legs, lapping away at her tiny cunt, while the little girl's tongue and fingers explored the hairy warmth offered between Dodie's legs. Honore stood back to be sure. It was definitely Dodie. No one else had such a hairy cunt. What could anyone see in such hirsuteness? she wondered.

She proceeded to Innocence's bedroom where the cries of ecstasy were renewed and once again there came the insistent slap of flesh against flesh. Innocence was upright on her knees, her buttocks thrusting backwards and forwards, and her hands supporting herself on the waist of a black figure who was stretched forward resting herself on her elbows, her buttocks raised invitingly into the air as Innocence pounded away at her anus. At first, Honore assumed that the girl must be Kedi who occasionally visited the house, although she normally introduced herself to Honore before indulging in any sex. However, the girl turned her head round and Honore could see for sure that it wasn't Kedi, whoever else it might be. The skin might be just as black, but her face was rounder, her lips were fuller, and although she was slim, she didn't have quite the slenderness or tallness of Kedi. She was naked except for a pair of plimsolls and her hair was totally shaved. Like Dodie, however, she didn't shave her cunt, the hairs of which spread from the front to entangle in Innocence's own fair pubic hairs as she thrust away.

Honore hovered, naked as always, not sure what to do or say, but the girl noticed her and gasped slightly. She froze, her buttocks still squeezing tight on Innocence's prick, staring not only at Honore's face but at her monstrous breasts. Innocence didn't immediately stop, but she gradually recognised the lack of reciprocity in her thrusts, and turned her head. On seeing Honore, she gradually removed her penis from inside the black girl, and, wrapping her arm round her, she looked at Honore with a smile still slightly silly from her fucking.

"This is Purity, Honore. She's an old schoolfriend of mine. She was visiting Phallus, and I met her in town. So I invited her back. Purity. This is Honore L'Oeuf. She owns the house."

Purity slightly disengaged herself from Innocence's grasp and smiled at Honore. "Hello. I've heard so much about you. Your books. And your breasts. They really are marvellous."

Honore nodded. Another one of Innocence's lovers! How many more were there? "I'm pleased to meet you, Purity. I hope you enjoy your visit to Phallus-on-Sea."

"I'm not staying long. I've got business elsewhere. But I was delighted to meet Innocence again. It's been so long!"

Honore sat on the bed next to Innocence and Purity. She reached a hand out to touch Purity's flesh and was pleased as Purity responded by stretching a hand out to stroke Honore's breasts. She took a nipple in her black fingers and marvelled as it grew as large as a small penis.

"They are real, aren't they?" Purity asked in wonderment. "They aren't the result of plastic surgery?"

Honore had been asked that question many times before. "They're definitely real. As real as Innocence's prick. When I was young they just grew and grew. They just didn't stop. I soon had to accept that I had a body unlike any other."

"They must cause you a few problems, though?"

"I get backache sometimes, and it's pretty difficult finding anything flattering to wear. That's why I prefer not to wear anything at all!"

"I can understand that!" said Purity, lowering her mouth to Honore's enormous nipples and taking one between her lips, supporting and caressing the bosom with her fingers. Innocence bent over and holding one nipple in her fingers, pushed her mouth into Honore's. Honore leaned slowly back, allowing the two lovers to immerse her in their caresses, which engulfed her cunt, lubricating her skin with their saliva and eventually bringing her to cries of ecstasy quite as loud and raucous as those she'd ever achieved before.

Her passionate yells inevitably attracted attention from Dodie and Lupin who wandered into the bedroom and watched, their arms around one another, as Purity's mouth pulled, licked and pumped at Innocence's erect penis, while Honore's own mouth explored the black and brown folds of skin around Purity's vagina and her own cunt was penetrated by nearly all of Innocence's fist. Lupin crawled over the bed sheets, and sat, cross-legged, just by Honore's mouth, her vagina still moist and a quizzical smile on her face. Dodie crawled up after her, putting her arms around her shoulders and squeezing her close to the nipples which stood out on her chest. The threesome soon became a fivesome, vaginal juices flowed with Innocence's semen which was spread with characteristic carelessness over the faces, thighs, breasts and buttocks of everyone, including Lupin, who expressed her new-found enthusiasm for semen by taking Innocence's erect penis in her mouth and not letting go until she had taken mouthful after mouthful of sperm which spilt over her lips and onto her chin.

Honore rested on her back as Innocence's penis regained its erectness and plunged deep into the welcoming sea of juice that welled from inside Honore's cunt, Lupin's mouth over hers still tasting very much of all the semen she'd tasted and mostly swallowed, and Purity's tongue assisting Innocence's erection and her fingers still caressing Honore's nipples. Honore could just glimpse Dodie who was similarly engaged on Purity's own body and the smooth unstretched beauty of Lupin's vagina. Honore reflected that what she'd lost in her jealous possession of Innocence's body since her former lovers had arrived, she'd more than gained in quantity, not only in partners, but, as her body erupted with more waves and shudders, also in orgasms.

Honore had got rather used to having Innocence around, and she didn't really relish the idea of her leaving. She knew that eventually she'd have to, as she'd need to earn more money in her profession in fuck films. It was principally to prolong her stay that she started writing a film script deliberately designed to star Innocence. She provisionally entitled it The Famous Five Get Fucked, and the general story line involved the gradual discovery by five friends, who included two boys who'd featured in earlier films, and Hyacinth, Lupin and Moss who by virtue of their residency couldn't very well be excluded. In the film, the five friends would gradually become aware of the presence of a character played by Innocence in their village, who as they got to know her better was revealed to be very unusually endowed.

When the script was finished, she arranged the production through her own film company which she occasionally pulled into being whenever it appeared appropriate. She only made one film every other year, and they were mostly adaptations of her own books. They'd included The Sex Garden, which was about a spoilt girl, a teenage boy with a very long penis and another boy with a penis that just stubbornly refused to get erect. They gradually got to know each other better and had sex together in a derelict garden where their parents weren't able to find them. The climax of the story was when the boy with the limp penis finally achieved an erection and had sex with the other two characters. Another was called The Cottage Children and was about four friends who had sex with a man who they belatedly discovered was their father, and finished with them all having sex with their mother played by a rather younger Honore.

Permission was eventually granted by the local council of Phallus-on-Sea for filming to take place on the beach, where Honore knew they'd inevitably attract a crowd of curious onlookers, and not soon after filming started with a film crew hired by the director she'd used on her last film, The Sex Life of Aladdin. Honore practised her lines with Dodie, who played a very minor part as a girlfriend of the mother, played by an actress, Geranium, who'd played the same part in previous films. Dodie's rôle was fairly brief, but featured fairly early on in the film, with the five friends watching and admiring as she and Geranium caressed each other around the breakfast table, with Dodie eventually inserting various long thin vegetables such as cucumbers, carrots and bananas into the mother's ever-welcoming vagina.

Innocence's rôle actually involved relatively little sex. Honore knew better than to squander her star's assets too early in the film. She was viewed mostly from a distance: the fact of her penis being revealed bit by bit to the Famous Five on seeing her having a piss, masturbating in a field by herself and being seen having a bath. Most of the time she wore a very plain white blouse and grey skirt, her shoulder-length hair tied into demure plaits. She was meant to represent a young governess on holiday in the fictional holiday resort, whose beauty was what initially fascinated the five friends. Much early conversation was with the friends as they rested from the inevitable sex sessions between themselves, as they speculated on what it would be like to fuck her, little knowing that it was they who'd mostly be the recipient of the fucking.

Innocence's character was also shown as developing increasing interest in the friends, watching them at play while masturbating. In one scene, the Famous Five were shown with the three boys fucking each other and the girls on the beach amongst sandcastles, buckets and spades. Hyacinth had Thistle's penis in her mouth, while he was being penetrated by Moss, and Lupin was on her front, buried in the sand, while Toadstool pushed into her. This last boy had featured in Honore's earlier film as being especially well-endowed, and this trait was even more true now. Honore was delighted that she was able to film a trickle of semen-stained blood emerge from Hyacinth's vagina and trail down her thigh to her knee. It was these little touches that she particularly enjoyed. Innocence was filmed hiding behind a sand dune, her skirt pulled up, her knickers pushed down and her penis erect and glistening as she pummelled it into life. One of the friends, Thistle, notices Innocence and tells the others. She is then filmed scampering away, pulling up her knickers as she runs.

The final scene was filmed in a cave not far from Phallus-on-Sea, but only accessible by sea, where the five go and by chance meet the character played by Innocence, who is masturbating mournfully, with her skirt and knickers discarded and her hands buried in the curves under her blouse and bra. She is surprised by them, but it is no surprise that their encounter develops into a sex scene in which she fucks all five of them.

The film was relatively short, as Honore's films had to be, less than fifty minutes in fact, and the sex scenes were kept relatively brief, featuring rather less of the mechanics of fucking than their commencement and the highlights. This was in keeping with the expectations of Honore's audience, who were easily bored by too much fucking, and wanted rather more story. Many of the shots were in close-up, particularly of Innocence's penis and the two girl's vaginas, and some of the shots, such as those featuring anal intercourse, fisting and reaming would probably be edited into non-existence or at best ambiguity.

The end of all of Honore's films were full of disclaimers and such advice as 'Anal Intercourse may be fun, but it may also be painful', 'Don't try any of these sexual activities with Strangers' and 'Always use protection against Diseases and Pregnancy'. Honore didn't know whether her audience ever took heed of these warnings, but it was clearly the minimum she could do to deflect criticism from those who thought it was wrong that such films should be made at all. She had long ago began a policy of declining any interview on television or radio where she wasn't sure of sympathetic treatment or where there might be someone with negative opinions about the nature of her life's work.

After each day's filming, she would reward her stars with time in her boudoir where she chatted to them while stimulating their genitals and comforted their own concerns about what they were doing. Lupin, for instance, was beginning to feel uncomfortable about having sex with so many different people. She'd thought at first that she'd only be making love with Honore, but she found she'd had rather more with other people. She was particularly upset about Toadstool who persisted in trying to penetrate her arse, which she found very unpleasant. She enjoyed her sessions with Dodie, however, and was also feeling rather disgruntled as she became aware that Dodie shared her amongst all the other residents in Honore's home, and that nobody took primacy in her affection over Innocence. It was sometimes quite difficult, Honore reflected as Lupin lay on her lap like a baby, her mouth around Honore's massive nipple. Children had so much learn and they always learnt too much too soon. Especially, that was, when they'd been entrusted into Honore's care.

Honore had to find a distributor for The Famous Five Get Fucked, and because of Innocence's assets she decided on Fuck Flicks, which she knew specialised in women with pricks (or at least transsexuals). It was for that reason, she invited Leon LeGrand to visit, a man whom she'd never met before but had heard a lot about, particularly with regards to his own enormous nineteen inch prick. When Leon arrived, he was dressed in a tee-shirt and very baggy oriental trousers, but seeing Honore was naked, as she almost always was, he asked if he could take his own clothes off.

"I find them very uncomfortable," he explained with a smile, looking at Honore's enormous breasts. Honore had no difficulty in agreeing, as her own peculiar endowments meant she shared much the same discomfort. As he discarded his clothes, she felt a frisson of desire as she regarded the penis which was perfectly well-proportioned for its dimensions, already larger than most penises when limp, but bulging out with similarly proportioned testicles.

"Let's have a look at the film," he announced. "I was particularly attracted to it when you told me you had Innocence starring in it. She's been in several of my films in the past. In fact, my interest in her goes back further than that. We were once lovers, as you know."

"Another one!" Sniffed Honore. "I'll call the others and we'll watch in my private film studio."

Innocence, Dodie, Hyacinth and Moss joined Leon and Honore in the small auditorium. Lupin had left the mansion: she'd felt she'd learnt enough, and was eager to return home to the caresses of her mother. Honore set up the film, and watched the naked Leon masturbate as the film rolled on. Leon explained that it was only by masturbation he could really judge how good the film was. Honore smiled indulgently, quite happy to watch as his fingers gently stroked the impressive length of it. She offered to assist him, but he gently declined. It wouldn't do to bias his assessment of the film by too much distraction.

As the film ran, his penis grew and grew. The glans alone was larger than most penises (particularly those of the children she was most familiar with) and was larger even than her own nipples. The veins bulged out, and the whole thing shuddered and shook as it pulsed with excitement. Leon's hairy hands could barely encompass the monster in their fingers, and his balls were as hard and firm as rocks. He seemed to appreciate the relative brevity of the fuck scenes, but Honore could see he was particularly excited when Innocence appeared on the screen, masturbating and spreading her semen over the sand. In the final scene when the Famous Five and she were filmed fucking in the cave, his penis finally erupted into torrent after torrent of semen which flew in globules into the air and tangled with the thick hair of his legs and left visible stains on the carpet. He emitted more and more of the stuff, as Innocence fucked Thistle and then Lupin, and gave an audible sigh of joy as Toadstool penetrated Innocence from behind with Moss plunging his penis into the taut young buttocks.

When the film finished, Leon seemed quite overwhelmed. "I'll take it! I must have it! I especially like the way the fuck scenes don't last very long. That's a feature of your films, isn't it?"

Honore nodded. "We've even had to edit some films to attract our audience. More than three minutes at a time, and they're using the fast-forward button on their consoles."

"Shorter concentration span, I suppose. Not that that will dissuade too many of the adult fan club that Innocence is amassing from seeing the film or buying the video. I'm very impressed. The story line was rather more developed than most of our product, but I see that as a plus, rather than a minus." He glanced back at Innocence, who was sitting just behind him with Dodie wrapped around her and who had spent most of the film indulging in kissing and foreplay. "You're certainly coming on a bit, Innocence, sweetest. This is probably your best acting rôle for Fuck Films yet."

Innocence nodded. "Thank you. I'm sure it helped that the script was written by Honore."

"That's true. Nobody writes better sex than you, Honore. You have genuine enthusiasm for the genre, improved no doubt by your extensive experience."

Honore smiled. "I fuck what I like and I like what I fuck. And I know who to fuck and I fuck who I know."

Afterwards, the six of them congregated in the living room, where Innocence soon reasserted her affection for Leon by penetrating her penis into his lubricated anus, and gripping onto his enormous member with both hands but barely able to encircle them with her fingers. Honore watched while Moss readied her cunt as best he could, and Dodie and Hyacinth assisted with their tongues and fingers. Their efforts, however gratifying, didn't satisfy Honore's yearning for Leon's prick which Innocence was soon licking and caressing herself, but only able to get the smallest part of it into her wide open mouth.




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Innocence left Leon to Moss and Dodie who masturbated it with their tongues and fingers, while she plunged into Honore's cunt, forcing it wider with her own fingers, along with those of Hyacinth, trying to force it open as much as was humanly possible. Although Honore's cunt still ached and stretched, pulled as part and much as lubricant as Innocence's practised prick could manage, and even with the additional lubrication supplied when Innocence relieved her semen inside her and it dribbled down onto Hyacinth's fist, Honore was still not sure that it was ready for the punishment she'd promised it.

Soon, however, it was as ready as it could ever be, oozing with juice and semen, red and swollen, her clitoris hard, her sweating nipples as erect as Moss's penis which was thrusting into Leon's arse. "Now! Now!" She implored.

Leon wandered over, his penis fully erect, and swaying above her face. "Are you sure?"

"Don't talk! Just do it!"

Leon gently spread Honore's legs, while her other lovers gathered around her to give her encouragements, caresses and kisses, and eased his penis to the entrance to her cunt. Then gradually and slowly he inserted his monstrous penis into the hole. As it began to enter, it felt like it did whenever Dodie or Innocence inserted their fists into her. It was the same size and hardness as a fist, but Honore saw with alarm that it had barely entered. Only the glans was inside her and already it was painful! Leon's thrusts became steadily more rhythmic and insistent as more and more of it sank in. Honore shouted out and yelled with ecstasy, regarding the hairy man above her, and then biting Innocence's tongue in her mouth. She began writhing and wriggling with passion.

The thrusts got harder and harder, and with each thrust the penis went in deeper and deeper and then the pain of entry was beginning to overwhelm the filling of passion. Part of her screamed out "Go on! Go on! Deeper! Deeper! Faster! Faster!" Another part, still silent, was saying "Stop!" The other part gradually became more insistent. The pleasure began to recede rapidly and painfully. She felt like she was being impaled, torn apart, and ripped like paper. Her yells of pleasure were replaced instead by the loud cries of "Stop! Stop! For God's sake, stop!"

Instantly, the thrusts stopped. Leon withdrew his penis, which spilt massive globule after globule of semen onto Honore's chest, and all down her thighs and stomach. Honore shook from side to side in pain, aware that amongst all the semen and vaginal juice was a flow of blood from inside her that just wouldn't stop. She looked up at Leon through eyes squeezed together against the internal agony. His body seemed to shimmer in her state of near unconsciousness, his penis still immense but gradually losing its immensity with little twitches. He looked at her sadly.

"It's always like this!" He mourned. "Every time. It's always the same. There's only one cunt in the world that can accommodate me!"

To Be Continued...



Innocence Lost Ch. 33



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 felt the restrictions of wearing clothing very uncomfortable, which on a body as plump as hers were rarely as flattering as total nudity would be. It was not something that she could avoid for too long as it became necessary on occasion to visit her suppliers to get the literature she needed to sell in her shop in Brook. Running a business entails considerable sacrifices. Her body was stifled within as few clothes as she could, which was basically a single white dress of quite thin material through which could be glimpsed the darkness around her nipples and crotch, but she envied those whose bodies were slim and able to get away with much less than her. She admired the girls walking by, often topless with very short hair. Her own preferences were for much longer hair, but she had no way of determining 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 than anything else. She was still sore from a meeting with a supplier where as usual her bargaining power was leveraged by the offer of sex, which less than normally enjoyable, had at least resulted in a substantial discount and a better working relationship. Nevertheless, the thoughts in her mind 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 in her feelings which were still dormant. If only she could just pluck one of them from the street and 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 though, 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 so yearned for.

One girl particularly caught Blanche's eye in a department store, 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 golden, 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 not be any trace of the white patches around the crotch which so distinguished tourists in Brook. The girl put down the bed linen and turned her head 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, already feeling a tingling in her crotch. 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'd 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 some 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 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 more sexy 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 slightly tumescent penis which began to swell and throb as soon as it felt the afternoon air. It jerked excitedly as pulsing courses of blood swelled it up.

"Oh! It's so beautiful!" gasped Blanche, dropping on her knees just 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 down the length of 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 own 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 which jiggled with the penis's persistent thrusts into her mouth, she lovingly withdrew it and passed it to her cunt which swallowed it whole with ease and a little squelch. She lay back while she 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 which reverberated about the flat.

She could feel that Innocence was nearly 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 soon 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 the sounds of 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 it might be that had brought the two together. Whatever it was, the passion of their love-life was not at all feigned. She let a pudgy hand wander down along the length of her thighs, while caressing her nipples with the fingers of 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 large 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 round 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 around her rear, using the vaginal juices to lubricate its entrance, and then two and then three fingers, arching up as much as her bulk allowed her to push her fingers against the ones pushing deeply inside 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 herself, surrendered to her fantasies, as her fingers pushed and pushed, the rhythm of her bed beginning to match that thrown by 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 attached very strongly to 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 at that time. She could barely wait for the next opportunity for Innocence's penis to plunge deep inside her again. She could almost taste her penis on her mouth, the delicious richness of her 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. It seemed that Dodie's hands were rarely, if ever, separated from Innocence's penis, idly holding it while the two of them watched television, following her into the kitchen when she was preparing food and holding it from behind as her lover busied herself on 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 would leap up from whatever she was doing and run up to her lover, ease off her clothes and sometimes 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, and 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 would make love with her co-stars while filming and for all Blanche knew with others of her friends and acquaintances. She knew that part of Innocence's love life was dedicated to herself, moments which 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 richer 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 thumping insistently against the wall.

Blanche could see that Dodie was an attractive woman, although not in the most obvious of 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 which sometimes could press 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 herself, 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 that 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 returns from the sales of her videos. Blanche had been negotiating with some new suppliers in Congress who had access to imported literature in translation which 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 ready market in this kind of literature, so she was eager to get representations of it 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 tended to put the books to one side, yearning for the simple certainties of Honore L'Oeuf's 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 quite 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 which 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 face 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 plunging 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 around and climbed onto Blanche's body, a finger twiddling her nipple and another already 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 beginning to stir 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 seeming 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 soon 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 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 her 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.




Innocence Lost Ch. 33



To Be Continued...



Innocence Lost Ch. 34



In Which Innocence is lost in the country; there is much self-discovery and the less savoury aspects of country life are revealed.

Innocence and Dodie didn't share very many interests in common, but one that they did and which Innocence was particularly keen on pursuing was a love for walking in the countryside which they often did together. It was lovely to get away from the city and out into the open air, feeling the country air on their skins and finding deserted spots where they could make love in the warmth of the sun beating down on their backs, collecting souvenirs of insect bites on their inner thighs and grass in Dodie's vagina. It was on one such pleasant walk they had in the hills outside Congress when they found themselves horribly lost and dark clouds building up in the sky heavy with the promise of rain.

"What do we do now?" Wondered Dodie, looking up at the sky, pulling her shorts on as Innocence stood up in the meadow, still naked and her penis still shimmering from their lovemaking. "It's miles back!"

"We'll just have to hurry!" Innocence said, not feeling at all hopeful as she glanced up at the dark black and grey shadows. "We might have to shelter under a tree or something."

Dodie nodded. "We'd better get moving then!"

They strode on, as fast as they could without breaking into a run as the clouds came closer, accompanied by the occasional distant rumble. "We're not going to make it!" asserted Dodie, squeezing Innocence's hand tight as the first drops of rain squeezed out of the sky and sputtered on the dry earth of the waymarked path. "We'll get soaked!"

Unfortunately, Dodie's assertion proved to be altogether too true as the drops became heavier, more frequent and more persistent. The countryside's smell changed as the water cascaded on them, battering against their too flimsy clothes and pasting them against the hard contours of their bodies. Even their feet, sensibly enclosed within sturdy walking boots began to feel damp as water dribbled down their ankles and through the eyelets of their boots.

"Are you alright, you two?" Asked a woman in her early forties who was walking along the same path as them carrying a large umbrella over her head and wearing a pair of green wellington boots. She wore a flowery dress down to her knees and her brown wavy hair reached halfway down her back. "You look as wet as you can. You don't want to catch cold. Do you want to stop off at our cottage to dry? It's a long way to wherever you intend to go."

Innocence brushed the sodden strands of hair from her eyes and studied the woman who was quite thin with a scattering of dark brown freckles around her face. It was very comforting to meet someone so sympathetic. She glanced at Dodie, whose hand she was holding, who was suffering worse from the rain, the tee-shirt stuck against the cold-hardened nipples of her tiny breasts and every contour of her body clearly visible, including those normally obscured by her brief shorts, the pubic hairs emerging from either side and themselves dripping a stream of rain water.

"If it's no trouble ..." She replied with a broad grin. "We really should have looked at the weather forecast before we set out."

"We don't live far from here," the woman assented, leading the two lovers along a series of paths off the beaten track, past fields of sodden sheep and sheltering cows, to a small cottage in a small-holding of cabbages and hens. Outside the cottage were the carcasses of disemboweled cars and a few miserable looking dogs. It was not a pretty cottage, set in red brick and splattered by mud from the rain, but to Innocence's rain-stung eyes it was the most welcoming sight imaginable. She gasped with relief as she and Dodie sheltered under the derelict porch amongst milk bottles and car engines while the woman pushed open the unvarnished door.

Inside Innocence could hear a slight moaning from the kitchen as the woman pushed open the door. The woman noticed Innocence's frown. "That'll be my two eldest. They're having fun together no doubt. Well, you expect that from youngsters don't you?"

"I suppose so," agreed Innocence naïvely, not really expecting to see a boy of about eighteen sitting on a wooden chair by the table in a shirt with his legs open, his trousers and underpants about his ankle and with his penis being sucked by a girl wearing nothing at all, her hands creeping up the insides of his thighs and up his chest while he emitted frequent gasps of pleasure. The boy turned his head round as his mother entered and smiled welcomingly.

"Hello, Mum!" He said between gasps. "Wet, is it?"

"Very!" She smiled approvingly. "Hello, Kitty! Enjoying yourself?"

The girl pulled her mouth off the boy's penis, the length of it gradually easing through her full red lips, and gazed up at her mother, Dodie and Innocence. "Yes, Mummy! Ooh! Who're these two?" A sliver of viscous creamy liquid dribbled out of her mouth, down her chin and fell in a small globule to the stone kitchen floor.

"Couple of lasses caught in the rain. They'll be staying overnight until they dry their things. Don't worry about us. Just carry on."

"What will they think?" She asked pointing at Innocence and Dodie, her hair tied back in two pony-tails and her brow furrowing with concern.

"Nothing I imagine. If a girl can't enjoy herself with her brother, then who can she enjoy herself with?"

Kitty nodded and returned to her brother's penis which she continued fellating. Innocence felt a little uneasy, but the woman busied herself with pulling two ragged towels out of a cupboard and handing to the girls. She lowered her voice. "Don't worry about Kitty and Rover. They're incorrigible. Good, isn't it? Shows we're a close family, doesn't it? Is it like this in your family?"

Innocence nodded sadly, although she knew her mother would never show anything of the approval that Mrs. Giles was expressing. She wondered if the trouble that she and Chastity had taken in hiding their activity from their parents had been worth so much trouble after all. Dodie had different views. "My family never shared their bodies with each other. I don't think I'd have liked it if they did."

"Well, don't fret dearie. Not all families can be as close as ours." She lowered her voice. "Now, I don't like to have to tell guests this, and I guess it's not really necessary, we may be a close family, but we don't go in for any sexual promiscuity. So don't you get any ideas about Kitty, Rover, or for that matter my husband and young Fanny. We keep ourselves to ourselves. It's better that way. Don't think you can join in, though what you two pretty young things do together is your business." She raised her voice again. "Now take off your soaking things, and I'll prepare a lovely broth for us all to eat. What do you think, Kitty?"

Her daughter was leaning on top of her brother, her hands on his shoulders and his penis thrusting in and out of her bushy young cunt. "Oohh! Oohh! Oohh!!" She gasped.

"I guess she thinks it'd be a good idea," smiled her mother. "She's such a darling young thing. I can barely get enough of her myself. And the old man it's all he can do to share us. He's always poking around inside her. And talk of the devil! Here's my husband with young Fanny!"

A man about the woman's age entered the room in a loose overall with a young girl of about eleven who was wearing a pair of wellington boots and a large hat. "Hello there, love! I see the younguns are at it again!" He noticed Innocence and Dodie. "Why, love, you didn't tell us we had some guests. Did they get caught out in the rain?"

The mother nodded. "I said they could stay the night to dry off, if that's alright dear?"

He glanced at Dodie whose short hair had been toweled dry and Innocence who was turned away from him as she patted at her crotch to towel it sufficiently dry to be able to hide her penis from sight under the towel. She had no wish to shock her hosts with her unusual attributes. The husband smiled. "Well, as long as they respect the rules of the house and don't get up to any funny business, I don't mind how long these pretty lasses stay. What do you think, Fanny?"

The child giggled. "That girls got no tits, Daddy," she said referring to Dodie. "She's just like a boy. Boys don't have tits, neither."

"Don't be rude!" Exclaimed her mother slapping her daughter on the bare backside. "Not all girls are like Kitty." Innocence blanched, probably more than Dodie who was almost proud of the smallness of her breasts. What would this close (possibly too close) family make of her if they knew what it was she had hidden underneath the towel she wrapped so firmly around her damp groin? If Dodie was like a boy in her breastlessness, what would they make of her semi-erect penis, pressing uncomfortably against the towel's fabric.

"Dinner won't be long!" Called out the mother. "Rover, I hope you and Kitty aren't going to be at it for too long. I want you two to help me lay the table for dinner."

It had been a long evening and Innocence was quite pleased when it was over and she and Dodie could retreat to the bedroom they'd been allocated. Dodie seemed a little reserved, but Innocence made no comment. She'd got used to her occasional moods, and was not at all surprised when she showed no inclination to making love with her. The Giles family had shown no sign of embarrassment in their lovemaking, although Innocence found it slightly disturbing.

Dodie had been strangely quiet most of the evening, contemplating Kitty who ate dinner dressed only in a pair of old jeans, and most animated when in conversation with the young girl about the night clubs of Congress which Kitty found fascinating. Innocence chatted mostly to the parents, keeping the subject on such uncontroversial subjects as country life and farming. She was relieved at the end of the evening to lie down on the ragged blanket covering the bed, Dodie slumped on her side, naked as she'd been all evening, facing the wall and apparently asleep. Innocence smiled at her lover, and pulled off the towel she'd so jealously grasped to her torso all night, frightened that it should slip off. Her penis which she'd restrained from an erection as much as possible while Fanny sucked her brother's penis, sprang free and with a few tender strokes from her hand gradually attained its full growth.

She'd found the incestuous coupling somewhat arousing, probably because, although in substance it so closely resembled that between herself and her sister, in spirit it was so different. Her penis was warm to her touch and became bigger and firmer and harder. She glanced at Dodie, or at least her back with the blanket drawn close to her skin and the length of her beautiful neck and the shaven smoothness of it as she faced away. However excited she felt, she didn't think it was appropriate to disturb her lover.

She sighed and pulled at her penis, thinking all the while of the sight of Kitty on top of Rover's penis at the tableside, thrusting and thrusting and thrusting in and out, in and out of her. She panted as her penis twitched and stirred in her caresses, both hands taking turns to pull at it, the red and scarlet glans shimmering in the moonlight shining through the cottage windows. She wasn't the only one enjoying a penis at the moment she could tell from the thumping and gasping coming from the children's bedroom next door. She fancied she could hear Rover panting as he was pushing his penis again and again inside his sister's cunt. More distantly, down the small corridor, she heard the sound of other panting which was probably coming from the parents' bedroom.

At last, her penis spurted forth a globule of semen followed by a rush of more, which dripped down the length of it, tangling in her pubic hair and resting on her thighs. She gave an involuntary last gasp, smiled again at the gently snoozing Dodie, and eased herself under the blanket, turning her back discreetly so as not to disturb her lover.

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 Fanny standing there, her 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 the older girl's attention in 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 pulling his penis out. 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, and leapt up, 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 leaped 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."

To Be Continued...



Innocence Lost Ch. 35



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 gained the relatively uncommon position 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 that 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 examined carefully the source of her lover’s revenue and it became 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’d agreed to pose exclusively for any 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 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 wouldn’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’d been 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 more simple. 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 would 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 own 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 ran 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 just 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 about 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 the erect length of it 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 who she knew or admired. The front cover was a more artistic portrait of Innocence which 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 either photographs or 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 had 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 Innocence 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 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).

This was disappointing enough for Dodie, but even more upsetting for her was the mail which she received. Much of the mail was complimentary. It expressed delight in the high standard of presentation, the depth and maturity of the text, and the artistic quality in the illustrations. Many letters began with the words ‘I do not normally buy pornographic magazines, but …’ or ‘It was a pleasure to find amongst the usually sordid pornographic press, a publication which …’ or ‘I have never before felt the need to write a letter of compliment to a pornographic magazine…’ These letters clearly came from an audience in tune with Dodie’s æsthetic tastes and artistic ambitions. 

However, the majority of letters that Innocence and Dodie were far less complimentary. Many were even abusive. They complained that there wasn’t enough sex. That what sex there was did not present the scenes of anal intercourse, facial come-shots and group sex to which the readership had become accustomed. One more thoughtful critic confessed that in his opinion a photographic series without double entry penetration was simply not what he expected while masturbating. His final shakes of the wrist were over art rather than come-shots, and he had produced a very disappointing volume of semen. It was clear that he, and many other readers, felt cheated that their wanking was on tame material and that no perversion was explored except indirectly.

Dodie became very depressed. She stayed in bed almost all day, and refused to leave the flat. She obsessively read and re-read the letters she’d received and compared each letter with the copies of the magazine which littered the house. Sometimes, she would read only the abusive letters, as if she were rubbing a sore scab, and would cry softly and sadly to herself. Sometimes, she got angry and would throw the magazine violently against the wall and shout her own abuse. Sometimes, she would read just the complimentary letters and smile. She had her favourites which she would return to again and again, getting comfort from the praise they contained. She would even mouth some of the more complimentary phrases to herself as if trying to persuade herself that because they were said, they must be true.

Distressingly for Innocence, who loved Dodie so dearly, their sex life suffered too. Dodie hardly ever initiated any love-making, and when the two made love together it had very little passion. Innocence guessed that it was comfort that Dodie wanted, but it made her feel guilty that the passion she was getting these days were from her other friends and from those with whom she had sex on a professional basis. It did not help Innocence that preparation needed to be made for the next edition of Innocence and that it became increasingly unlikely that Dodie would be the one to edit it. It was a subject that Innocence was very reluctant to discuss with Dodie. 

However, Leon, the publisher, had a business to run. The printer was eager to use the extra capacity she had made available to the publication. The distributors were eager to know when to expect delivery. And it was clear to Innocence that she had responsibilities and duties to other people than Dodie. Not least of which being her loyal fans, who were beginning to show their impatience on the many web-sites (official or otherwise) that were dedicated to her. What could she do?

In a way she was grateful, but also devastated when it was Dodie, and not she, who resolved the issue. Innocence came home after a day’s tiring filming, her arse sore from countless penetrations and her penis red raw from penetrating arses, vaginas and mouths, and bruises along the insides of her thighs. What she was really looking forward to was a long relaxing bath in luxurious scented bath gel with soothing music to distract her mind. What she found was Dodie sitting in the living room where she’d been waiting for her, with her bags packed and dressed ready to go. This meant a tweed jacket, rubber-soled boots and the long hairs of her vagina shampooed and glistening between her bare uncovered thighs.

Dodie looked up with a start and it was clear to Innocence that she had been weeping. When she spoke, her voice sounded slightly throttled and words came from her unsteadily and in slight gasps. “I’m leaving,” she announced. “You’ll need to find another editor for Innocence. I’m obviously not the right person for it.”

Innocence didn’t want to announce that she already knew several people recommended by Leon who were more than eager and able to do the task, and that that had not really been the source of her anxiety. “Don’t leave,” Innocence said as firmly as she could. “Please don’t leave! I know it’s been hard on you this last month or so. But it’s you I love. Not you as an editor. But you!”

Dodie smiled. “Is that true?” she asked. She looked as if she was wavering, and she appeared to waver the more, as Innocence allowed her dress to slip down off her shoulders and to fall down to her ankles, revealing her bronzed female contours, her splendid breasts, and, of course, the slightly tumescent penis which so defined her. “But, Innocence, I can’t stay. I’ve thought about it for so long. And it’s not just that I’ve failed you. It’s … it’s … I need the break. Maybe I’ll come back. But I know you’ll find another lover. And … and … and I know I’ll find one too. Not perhaps one as beautiful, or as special as you. You know it. But, it has to happen. I have to leave. I think I shall work as an editor for a different kind of magazine. It may be a sex magazine, but it won’t be a fan magazine…”

“You can do that and stay here,” pleaded Innocence.

“No, I’ve learnt my lesson. Whatever skills I have are not as editor of Innocence. I don’t know what it will be. But I’ll find it. I love you, Innocence. I will always love you. You will always be the one most true love of my life. But to spend the rest of our lives together. That wasn’t to be.”

She stood up and walked slowly towards Innocence, tears streaming down her cheeks. She kissed Innocence on the mouth. She kissed Innocence on the breasts. And then she lowered herself to her knees, and kissed Innocence on the penis which stirred significantly from the tender touch of her lips. 

Then without a word, she picked up her bags, and walked out of the front door, her cheeks of her arse and a few stray hairs from her crotch on display. She turned around and blew her erstwhile lover a kiss on the air and then departed. The door slammed abruptly behind her and her key rested forlorn on the table by the door.

It seemed to Innocence that the kiss hovered in the air for several minutes as she stood helpless, stunned and paralysed by emotion. She looked around the flat which now seemed empty and barren without Dodie. On an impulse, she got dressed and rushed out to catch Dodie in the hope of persuading her to stay. But it was too late. There was no sign of Dodie in the street and no clue as to where she had gone. The only comfort left to Innocence now was the long awaited bath and the warmth of her own tears.



Innocence Lost Ch. 36



In Which the virtues of Innocence are spread throughout the world and are prominent in Congress; Innocence and Virtue are conjoined, old friends are reunited and Chastity is resolved to the service of Innocence.

* * * * *

Innocence found that her fame brought with it not only the material rewards which meant she was able to exchange her  Congress flat for a country mansion; but also the cost of selling her virtues through the media. In actual fact, it was a cost which Innocence found that she rather enjoyed. She became accustomed to interviews for publications such as Cavalier and Silver Shadow, but also to more mainstream publications where sex might be mentioned, but was not their main raison d’être. It seemed everyone was fascinated by a girl like her who possessed both feminine beauty and masculine assets.

There were also the interviews on Television and on the Internet. Some of these were geared focused primarily on the exotic and pornographic, but some were designed for a more general audience. It was a pleasure to be interviewed and not have to have sex with the interviewers or, even, sometimes to display the asset for which she was most famous. The interviews took place in the studios and sets of the movies in which she starred, or in the studio of the television program which was interviewing her. In one memorable instance, the interview took place in the grounds of her newly purchased mansion where she could show off the many rooms which she owned and the spacious gardens which surrounded it. She sat in the pagoda by the river which flowed through her garden, near the small forest which came with the lands and by the statue-lined pathway which led to her front door. It was a delight to show off her new-found wealth, and the luxury of having servants to tend to all those chores which she used to hate, and usually neglected.

The pinnacle of her fame, however, was to interviewed on the late night talk and sex show,  presented by the eponymous interviewer, a privilege only extended to the truly famous. Frances was famous for her sympathetic interview style and the skill in which she cajoled sexual rewards from her interviewees. She was even more famous for her skills at the erotic arts, which daily drew a larger audience to her show than any other program of its kind. It was not as if she were the only interviewee in this genre, Michaela Parquet, Dora Evelyn Mayle and Loretta Cinders all had similar shows on which Innocence had previously appeared, but this, Innocence knew, was the climax and one which, in itself, would generate the media attention she increasingly craved and relished.

She dressed her very best for the show, in a sexy outfit which revealed the flesh of her thighs, waist and shoulders, but discreetly hid her bosoms and, of course, her penis. These would have to be revealed later. She even agreed to wear a pair of high stiletto heels which she spent many hours pacing up and down to ensure that their unfamiliarity would not result in an embarrassing fall as she tottered into the studio. She sat in the waiting area with Leon, her agent, waiting for Frances Carmen to introduce her. There had already been two other guests. There was Sooty Cunt, a black sex actress famous for her skills in deep-throating, a skill she was more than happy to display with the other guest, Chummy Chucker, a male porn star famous for the quantity of come he so easily dispensed. There were also small sketches starring Frances’ co-presenter, Hank E. Staines, which almost invariably involved at the very least nudity and, in the final sketch, a brief interlude of cunnilingus.

And then, it was Innocence’s time to appear, which she did initially quite nervously, striding across the podium to the desk where Frances sat, cheerfully acknowledging the cheers and whoops of the studio audience. She descended onto the sofa with a broad grin over her face, waving at the most excitable members of the audience, and then turned towards Frances who directed a warm and ever so slightly sensuous smile at her.

The interview began with the usual promotion of the films she was currently in, and then some more general questions about stars that appeared in her film. An opportunity was given for her to relate a brief anecdote about some embarrassing on-set disasters the telling of which Innocence had still not properly mastered. Nonetheless, the audience laughed appreciatively and Innocence felt she could now relax as the interview proper began.

"You have your own magazine as well, don’t you?" asked Frances, picking up a copy of her publication. "it’s called Innocence, though there’s nothing innocent in its contents. It’s now won several awards in the industry, and it’s now the second biggest selling sex magazine. Only Cavalier is read by more people, and even that’s a magazine you’re no stranger to."

"Indeed not," smiled Innocence. "It was an honour to appear in it. And even more of an honour to have sex with the Cavalier Pet of the Year. That’s a day I won’t forget in a hurry."

"I can’t imagine you would," agreed Frances, who of course herself had a similar honour. "What a girl! And she does so many good things for charity too. But returning to Innocence. That’s a magazine that’s come into its own in recent editions. I know you were very brave to experiment in one edition with more artistic concerns, but it’s now a much more mainstream magazine. Is that how you would prefer it to be?"

"I am always led by my readership and of course my loyal fans. It’s they who have made me what I am, and I owe them a duty to give them what they want. Without them, I would be nothing."

"Well, not nothing, Innocence dear. Not with what you have to offer the world!" There were whoops from the audience. "Of which we shall see more later!" A spontaneous applause. "You’ve now left Congress, I believe. And live in the Country. I take it you enjoy the escape from the hustle and bustle of the big city."

"I don’t see it as an escape, more an opportunity to be more myself. Nothing beats the feel of country air on my skin or of grass between my toes."

"Very poetic. Are you making more movies in the Country, then?"

"I may. I may. I might even make films at the house I’ve just bought."

"Yes, we all saw that in . That must have been a joy to make. Though what do you think of Vanessa Venus. She’s some woman, isn’t she?"

Vanessa was the woman who presented the show. She was famous not only for the range and depth of her sexual predilections, but also for the fact that she was quite a large woman: plump with enormous breasts. Innocence had genuinely enjoyed making love to a woman whose flesh, like that of Blanche, she was able to sink into. "She’s some lover, too!" Innocence agreed. "I thought her cunt was going to swallow me whole!"

"If her breasts didn’t smother you to death first!" chuckled Frances. "But, seriously, we’ve got Vanessa on the show in a couple of weeks. That’s another woman I just can’t wait to get my tongue into!" The audience joyfully whooped in anticipation. "But, you’ve been associated with other famous people of some notoriety, like Honore L’Oeuf, the sex fiction writer. Has it ever troubled you that she’s gained so much bad press."

Innocence blanched. But she’d been warned that her friendship with the authoress would come up in the interview. "I think Honore’s been much misunderstood."

"It doesn’t worry you what she has been blamed for?"

"Honore writes fiction. I don’t think she can be considered responsible for the unpleasant behaviour of some people. I think she’s as shocked as anyone by all this adverse media attention."

"Well, we’ll find out. She’ll be a guest of mine next week, and we’ll see what she has to say. Now, you are famous for the variety of films you’ve been in. Is there any aspect of this of which you are especially proud."

Innocence hesitated. She wasn’t at all sure she was at all proud of the anal intercourse, coprophilia or multiple partner sex which she was so often filmed enjoying. Was there anything at all she was proud of? She couldn’t very well claim to have been proud to have performed in some of Honore’s films.

Frances could see that Innocence was not sure what to say, so she prompted her with a smile. "Many of your films feature men and women of what could be indelicately known as being of ethnic origin. Do you see your films as promoting love between the races?"

Innocence reflected on her passionate love affairs with Kedi and Purity. "I can’t claim to have made much of a contribution towards the causes of racial equality or black rights, but it’s undoubtedly true that I have loved people of different racial origins as much, if not sometimes more, than those of the same background as myself. I only wish I could do more to further the causes of understanding and tolerance of racial minorities in our society. It’s undeniable that much more needs to be done."

Frances could see that the interview was straying away from the light and frivolous subjects for which most people watched her show. "You are also famous for furthering tolerance of sexual minorities. Not just gays, transsexuals and hermaphrodites, but also people of some very bizarre sexual tastes."

"Well, I’ve been in a few piss films, but to be honest they’re not really my favourites. I don’t deny people their need to express their love by urination or bestiality or whatever, but it’s not really what I most enjoy doing and not really what I do in my own private sex-life."

"Do you draw any line as to what kind of sex you wouldn’t like to advocate? Or is there anything you just wouldn’t condone?"

"Anything, whether accidental or deliberate, that involves coercion is wrong," Innocence mused. She felt slightly guilty though. She knew that her private life had not been wholly innocent of sexual predation, and she was reluctant for the conversation to turn to some of her films. She could argue that people often agreed to appear in films to do things they didn’t really enjoy just to make money, but the  wasn’t really the place to present such arguments.

"And prostitution? Do you think that’s a good thing to promote?"

"It’s a career," answered Innocence diplomatically, "which if you enter willingly is surely no worse than what either you or I do, Frances."

It was time for Frances to blanche, but she recovered so quickly that Innocence wasn’t sure that the camera would even have noticed her brief lapse. "But you so clearly enjoy making films. I’ve rarely seen a sex star enjoy herself so much."

"When it’s good, it’s very very good."

"And what do you do when you’re not performing? Do you go to night clubs and hang out with the glitterati, if you don’t mind the obvious pun."

"Not especially. I’m a very private person really. I make films. I enjoy making them, and I’m very lucky in having an agent, Leon, who represents me well. He ensures that what I have, I use to its best advantage."

"And let’s see what that is!" announced Frances, standing up and making her way towards Innocence. She revealed herself as wearing nothing from below the silk blouse she wore, and approached Innocence with obvious intent. 

This obviously marked the second half of the interview, where Innocence was ceremoniously disrobed to the obvious delight of the audience: who whooped and cheered as Frances persuaded Innocence to full and urgent erection. Within minutes, Innocence and Frances were both fully unclothed, except for the stilettos and bracelets and sensuously made love together on live television. Innocence smiled at the audience in  paroxysms of delight at their evident appreciation and the appreciation she was sure was shared by the television audience at home. Her penis was soon inside Frances’ well-trimmed cunt and she thrust in and out in unfeigned passion imagining herself as sharing a vagina enjoyed by so many of the rich and famous. When she came, which she did expertly and with perfect timing and rhythm, she could barely believe she was able to produce so much sperm. Globules of it soared through the air, onto Frances’ breasts and onto the studio sofa, while the audience cheered and applauded, amazed to see in real life such an unusual, if not unique, display of tele-ejaculation.

Much as Innocence enjoyed living in the country in the mansion which she’d been so proud to show Vanessa Venus, she still retained her flat in Congress. It was there she was able to easily keep her engagements with publishers, film-makers, accountants and lawyers. It was also easier to keep in touch with her friends, who she still treasured above anyone else, however famous or well-connected.

Amongst the friends whose company she most enjoyed was Purity who she loved dearly. The two of them frequently met in town whenever they could, and would make love in Innocence’s flat. Although Innocence often thought about it, she didn’t wish her best friend to become her lover. Purity, in anycase, considered such relationships to be bourgeois and possessive, and much preferred her freedom. But it was while sitting with Purity in a café that Innocence once again met Twelve.

At first she didn’t recognise the girl who had once again changed her appearance. She wore a very large hat with a drooping feather on a frame that was clothed in a large red shawl which when parted revealed that she wore nothing underneath, except a pair of laced ankle-high boots and a flower whose stem was embedded in her shaven vagina. Her freckled face was scrubbed clean and her eyebrows were shaved to a mere line above her eyes. She was sitting by herself and looking rather miserable.

"Are you alright, Twelve dear?" Innocence asked walking over to Twelve’s table. "Would you like to join us?"

Twelve smiled sadly, and curiously reserved joined Innocence and Purity on the table under the café umbrella facing onto the grand plaza in the centre of Congress. "What’s wrong, Twelve?"

"Nothing," sniffed Twelve.

"That can’t be true. You’re normally pretty cheerful."

"Well, you’re the cheerful one now, Innocence. I saw you on the . There’s no doubt that you’ve got a lot to be happy about."

Innocence couldn’t deny that. Fame and fortune was clearly agreeing with her. But she was still concerned for her friend. "Come on, Twelve, what’s wrong?"

It took a while to persuade her, and several glasses of wine, but Twelve eventually confessed that she had just had finished her relationship with Gryphon who she’d met on the set of a pornographic film she’d starred in, and was feeling the pain of separation rather more acutely than she’d ever imagined. "We couldn’t stay together for long though. I’m not really what she wanted. She was obsessed with prostitutes and she was always bringing them back to the flat. We hardly had sex together, just the two of us together."

Innocence confessed to Twelve that she too had recently suffered the pain of separation from Dodie, although it was clear to her, and also to Twelve, that somehow there was less pain in their separation than Twelve was suffering. Innocence felt genuinely touched to see a girl like Twelve, who so enjoyed promiscuous sex in a state of such romantic loss. Inevitably, her compassion for Twelve soon expressed itself in lovemaking which they partook in Innocence’s opulent Congress apartment. 

Innocence had forgotten how much she’d enjoyed making love to Twelve. She felt guilty that she’d not appreciated the girl’s erotic skills more and had left her so easily. Perhaps it was because of Twelve’s vulnerability, or perhaps it was the circumstances of the two girls being on the rebound, but soon their passion evolved into something more permanent. Even though Twelve was clearly enjoying her lengthy and passionate lovemaking with Innocence, she was still suffering from the pain of her separation from Gryphon.

It was after a particularly heated session, - in which Twelve had fucked Innocence with a massive dildo that seemed so incongruous on her slim pale frame, and Innocence had fucked Twelve so frantically that she found small traces of blood on the tip her glans, - that Twelve confessed how she felt she was such a hypocrite with regards to sexual matters.

"I always thought I could keep emotion out of my sex life. I never thought I could ever fall in love with anyone. Least of all someone like Gryphon. She’s not exactly a fashion matinee. And she’s so old as well! I sometimes wish I was just some kind of sex machine. I just wish I could fuck and fuck and enjoy fucking and just have no feelings at all!"

"I’m not sure that’s such a good thing," mused Innocence, stroking Twelve’s small breasts with her fingers, enjoying the surprising stiffness of her nipples.

"You’ve been so lucky, Innocence, with all your lovers. There was Kedi, Dodie, Leon, Purity, and that funny girl into theatre…"

"Mouse. I don’t know what’s happened to her…"

"All these lovers. All different ages, all different sexes, all different classes, all different races. You really are the most lucky woman in the world. And to top it all…"

Twelve left unspoken what she thought topped it all, but her hand grasped the obvious object of her contemplation and massaged it in ever-increasingly urgent strokes into erection and eventual ejaculation.

Innocence was happy to believe that her interview on the  represented the peak of her career, but she was both flattered and slightly astonished to receive an invitation from the town of Sauterelle in Brook who had recognised the former resident as a worthy recipient of the key to the town, an honour not often awarded. At first, Innocence thought it was a practical joke or even just a mistake, but further confirmation arrived from a town representative who visited her and Twelve at her country mansion. 

"There can’t be very many distinguished people who’ve ever lived in Sauterelle if I’m being honoured like this," commented Innocence to the minor official as he stood nervously on the veranda. He didn’t reply, but she and Twelve suspected that the real reason for her being so celebrated was to attract some of the attention which naturally went to Innocence to the small and mostly unremarkable town, and perhaps to increase the number of visitors to Brook who might wish to come that way.

Twelve accompanied Innocence on the journey, dressed in just a broad brimmed straw hat and a pair of elegant laced shoes. Innocence chose to be fully dressed herself: she still felt nervous about displaying her unusual assets, even granted that very few people who’d recognise her would be ignorant of what was hidden beneath the long feminine dress she wore. Innocence hired a limousine to carry the two lovers into Brook, giving her the opportunity to see places she’d never seen before and to stop at places on the way.

There were many sights of interest in the Brook region. Tall mountains, clear water lakes, deciduous and coniferous forests, and many monuments to past glories. They visited the splendid war memorial of Meurtre, sat in the shade of the ancient stone temple at Grenouille, wandered through the splendid gardens of Champignon and gazed over the valleys from the hillside restaurant at Saucisson. 




Innocence Lost Ch. 36



It wouldn’t do for Innocence to go so far without also visiting Divin where she had first visited Brook. She wondered as she walked gingerly through the streets whether anyone who’d seen her then in her nun’s habit would recognise her as being the same girl. Her hair was very much longer, now flowing over her shoulders, but not yet as long as before she took holy orders. She sighed on the reflection that it was possible that her hair would never again be so long.

The time spent at Sauterelle was tiring and exhausting. There were not only the honorary lunches and speeches, but it seemed that everyone from the town wanted the opportunity to make love with Innocence: however briefly and irrespective of the number of people with whom they would have to share the privilege. The door to the room in which Innocence was allocated in the Mayor’s town house was forever open and all sorts of local dignitaries and townspeople queued up to fuck or be fucked by either Innocence or Twelve. And in some cases both activities by both girls.

The mayor and his wife took especial care of the two girls: happily joining in the frolics and sharing the honour of Innocence’s visit. His arse was sore and so was his wife’s after a particularly gruelling session where something like ten people were crowded onto the large bed where Innocence and Twelve spent most of the time. He leaned over towards Innocence and smiled through his moustachioed mouth, relishing the smell of her skin and tenderly  stroking his own raw red member. His wife was still being fucked by Twelve who although she didn’t wear a dildo as a fashion accessory any more had no difficulty in applying it in sex.

"The greatest honour you can bestow me before you leave," he announced with some hesitancy, "would be to relieve my darling daughter of her virginity. She’s come of age, but she has still never been fucked. It is a matter of some considerable anxiety for my wife and I, and one which we are reluctant, for religious reasons, to resolve ourselves. But in such a delicate matter, I would prefer if she had a private session with you. By which I don’t exclude your darling friend but from which I would prefer that no one else from our town should also indulge in."

Innocence considered this thoughtfully. Virtue was a pleasant young girl whose naked body she had often admired, but she could see that she was painfully shy as she blinked at the world through the very thick glasses she wore. But Twelve persuaded her that it was even her duty to assent, so she did but only after the reassurance that Virtue was happy to relieve her virginity to her.

Virtue was later escorted into the bedroom by her mother after all the other guests had departed, wearing only her glasses which Twelve persuaded her to remove. "But I’m nearly blind without them," she complained.

"It’s what you feel, not what you see, that matters," smiled Twelve kissing the girl on the lips.

Virtue recoiled slightly, stood back against the door and looked as if she were just about to leave, but Twelve kissed her again and trailed her hands down Virtue’s slim frame. "We promise we’ll be kind," she insisted. "It’s your first time. We will respect your body and you can be sure that we won’t hurt you more than necessary."

She gently led Virtue towards the bed, and eased her onto the sheets where Innocence lay demurely and naked. Her penis trailed over her thigh and she gently stroked one of her full breasts. Virtue lay down nervously, and giggled slightly as much from fear as anticipation. "Please don’t hurt me," she insisted, as she lay on her back, between the two girls who started stroking her torso and breasts tenderly and gently.

They continued their gently caressing for nearly a full half hour, allowing Virtue to feel comfortable and only gradually moving their attention form her face, breasts, arms and navel, towards her tight unsullied vagina. It was Twelve who took the lips of Virtue’s vulva in her teeth and entered the sweet-smelling entrance with her tongue. "The folds are so perfect. It’s like a door which has never been opened," she commented. "Oh, Innocence! Have you ever seen a cunt so smooth and intact."

Innocence moved down to join Twelve between Virtue’s legs. She grunted slightly, but in truth this was not an exceptional sight to her. She had often seen vaginas as undamaged as Virtue’s, and had frequently been the first to breech the initially reluctant defences. The two girls’ tongues licked and chewed at Virtue’s vagina, feeling it gradually moisten as she lost more and more of her nervousness and began to enjoy the feel of saliva and teeth on the most tender of all her flesh.

And, then, when the juices began lubricating Virtue and both Twelve and Innocence could easily enter without causing her pain and only causing her pleasure, Innocence entered in truth. Her penis had been stimulated by the slow lovemaking to its fullest size, stiff and powerful: the glans rock-hard and the veins throbbing visibly through the pink skin. Virtue gasped and the gasped again as Innocence’s penis eased itself ever deeper into the entrance. Her gasps were short and frantic and passionate and wholly spontaneous. Her eyes rolled madly, her breasts shone with a thin sheen of sweat, and her gasps became louder, more intense, more uncontrolled. And then exploded in full-throated cries as Innocence thrust in and out easily and rhythmically, while Twelve paid due attention with her tongue and fingers to all other erogenous zones. Her ears were nibbled, her eyebrows licked, her nipples tweaked, her arse stroked. 

And then Innocence withdrew her still erect penis pulling out with it a puddle of blood, some adhering to the glans. Then after a few exploratory pokings from Twelve’s and her own fingers, she launched its purple length slowly and gradually into Virtue’s arse, fulfilling the whole of the mayor’s urgent requests. Virtue shuddered and shivered and sweated and writhed as she now truly and in every sense joined the ranks of the initiated.

It was while relaxing on the bed, comforting the newly deflowered Virtue, that they received a most unexpected visitor. Une glided into the room trailed by an anxious official, fully naked and carrying with her a small statuette. She hovered above the bed smiling and grinning.

"I hope I’d see you here," she announced. "And in such delightful company," she added smiling at Virtue. "But I can’t stay long. Leon asked me to see you to present you with this…"

She held aloft the statuette which was made of silver and was of a naked woman with long flowing hair and an erect penis. Innocence looked up at it with some trepidation. It was a beautiful figurine, and it was only slowly that she became aware that the figurine was of her.

"What’s this?" she asked, sitting up, her penis still clasped by Virtue’s tiny fist, who blinked and squinted at the woman in front of them.

"You’ve been awarded the Coq d’Or for your services to the Erotic Arts," Une announced proudly.

Innocence gasped in delight. This was premier award in the erotic industry only given to exceptional individuals and usually presented by a head of state or prominent celebrity. She took it from Une’s hands and held it in her own. It weighed more than she’d imagined, and was as precise a model of her body as it was possible in such a precious metal. It shone and glittered in the light of the sun as it poured through the open window of her bedroom.

"It was awarded to you a couple of days ago in Congress, but, of course, you had a prior engagement, here in Sauterelle, so Leon sent me to collect the award on your behalf. I had to give an acceptance speech, and was kissed by the president who was presenting it. What do you think? It’s beautiful, isn’t it!"

"Oh, Une! It’s far more than I deserve. It’s the loveliest thing I’ve ever seen!"

Une sat on the bed by the three girls, and absentmindedly stroked Virtue who seemed just as overwhelmed by the honour.

"I can’t stay long," she announced. "Alice and I are off to the Orient together on a plane this evening, and I don’t wish to miss that."

"Alice?" queried Innocence.

"My lover," smiled Une. "With her, I no longer need so many men and so many penises. But here you are in Brook, where you have been so often so happy. And with this young girl…" She kissed Virtue full on the lips who was somewhat startled to be joined by yet another amorous woman so soon after her initiation. But something inside her gave way, and with a sudden burst of passion, her mouth widened, her tongue emerged and she joined her lips onto that of Une.

And so Innocence’s pleasure at receiving the revered Coq d’Or was further enhanced as she and Twelve and Une and Virtue passionately engaged each other in hours of lovemaking. Virtue’s vagina and anus were re-penetrated, not only by Innocence, but also by Twelve’s ever reliable dildo. Une’s capacious cunt took in both Twelve’s well-lubricated dildo but Innocence’s own stiffening and excitable penis. She lay back with Virtue nibbling on her ivory white skin, with Twelve’s freckled face in her own and Innocence towering above: her penis thrusting in and out rubbing against Twelve’s dildo in the caverns of Une’s vagina, occasionally allowing it to slip out and into the tighter but still welcome depths of her arse.

Innocence felt sure now that she had achieved all that she had ever wanted. She had fortune. She had fame. And in the form of the statuette of the Coq d’Or she had also gained respect. She also had love in the form of dear Twelve. And as she was driven back home through the lanes and roads of Brook, admiring the beautiful green meadows, she was sure she had everything. But, still, she felt, there was something not quite complete in her otherwise perfect life.

The object of her dissatisfaction became obvious when she arrived at her mansion to find Chastity waiting for her in the reception area. Her heart shuddered. Her sister! She looked at Twelve urgently. What did Chastity want? Was she going to ruin her moment of glory and joy.

Chastity was dressed curiously modestly. And in fact rather drably. She wore flat white shoes with scuff-marks on the toes, a blouse with several buttons missing and a pair of trousers which were held in by a plastic belt. Her hair was tied back, and she had a small pencil-thin scar on her smudged cheek that Innocence had never seen before. She stood up nervously, her hands clasped in front of her and a slightly sickly smile on her face. She faced Innocence with disarming modesty.

"Innocence. I know what you’re thinking. And I can understand. And I deserve what you think. But, please, Innocence, you are my very last hope…"

"Chastity! I know what you’re like. Within a few hours you’ll start playing your perverted little games with innocent girls, abusing them and abusing my hospitality. Although it pains me to say so, I’d much rather you left." She turned to Twelve. "Don’t you agree?"

Twelve looked distinctly uncomfortable. "Chastity is your sister," she said in defence of her one-time lover.

"And I’ve changed. Truly I have," pleaded Chastity. "And you are the last person I can turn to. Since I last saw you my life has been a continuous downspin. And, yes, I know. It’s all been my fault. I’ve just not been able to keep my life in any sort of balance. I’ve seduced innocent young girls and boys. I’ve submitted them to my most perverse fantasies. But I’ve suffered as well. I became addicted to drugs. I prostituted myself to get them. I also became very ill. In fact, now, I don’t think I’m even able to … even able to …"

She burst suddenly into tears, and collapsed onto the floor. She tore her blouse open to show her breasts and pulled up her skirt to reveal her untidy vagina. "I’ve met others far more perverse than me. I allowed them to abuse me. While standing on the streets selling my body to the most disgusting men. I began injecting myself to keep up my drug habit. Look at the scars on my arms and down here, " she indicated a ragged mass of sores around her crotch. "And then I found that I was ill. I had pus swelling out of my cunt, my whole body erupted in shivers and I just couldn’t stop spewing up. I couldn’t sleep,  I couldn’t stay awake. I needed drugs. And the only way I could get them was by selling my body. And most of what I made from that was for my drug dealers. And when I didn’t make enough I was beaten. My nose was broken. My arse was brutally penetrated. And I erupted in these horrid boils. I lost everything. I had no clothes, I had no dignity, and now I’m not sure that I could ever … ever …" 

Chastity sobbed uncontrollably. And then compulsively ripped all her clothes off, so she lay naked and helpless on the floor. "I need help!" she cried. "I need drugs. But I can’t afford them. All I can do to get drugs is have sex. And now I’m so sore and ill, it just hurts me. And I don’t enjoy it anymore. It just disgusts me. I force myself out to have sex, and because I look so ill … and thin … and wretched … Because I look like the kind of junkie I am, I just get the worst and poorest clients. I hate what they do to me. And I think they only have sex with me because they hate me … and Innocence .. I didn’t want to come back … and can you. Can you. Ever. Forgive me?"

Chastity slumped to the floor in a foetal position. Innocence gazed at her wretched misery. She glanced at Twelve, who she could see was weeping herself. She found that she too was weeping. Her sister was truly emaciated. Her cheeks were sunken, her breasts had lost almost all their body, and her stomach fit far too tightly to her thighs to be in any sense healthy. What could she do?

"Do you mean you no longer enjoy sex?"

Chastity sniffed. "It’s love I need now. Not sex. Oh! Innocence. Please forgive me. Forgive me for all the times I took advantage of you. Forgive me for the many others who I …"

"But as soon as you’re well, you’ll be just like before. You’ll bring people back and fuck them. And piss and shit on them. And beat them. I know you. You could never change."

Chastity sniffed, and then burst into more sobs. And then the sobs erupted into a full-throated cry. And then she lay flat on the ground, tears streaming down a face made ugly by her misery. She tried pulling herself up one hand, but failed and slumped back on the ground, her ragged torn clothes about her. Innocence noticed with a wince that some of Chastity’s sores where pustulating and that she had some very nasty red and brown bruises on her back. And wasn’t that the faint sign of a welt just above her buttocks?

Despite the sores, and despite the revulsion she felt for them and her embarrassment and the degree of her sister’s humiliation, she bent down to the floor and lifted her sister up into her arms. She held Chastity close to her bosom.

"You are my sister. I love you. I shall always love you. I don’t care whether I ever make love to you again, but I can express my love by helping you. I know that I’m blessed. I have everything I could possibly want. I may be a freak but I no longer care. In fact, I actually quite like it." She brushed a tear from her cheek, and tenderly placed a kiss on her sister’s cheek, aware for the first time just how crooked her nose now was. "I’ll look after you. I’ll help you. After all, in some way, for which I should really be grateful, it’s partly you who’s made me what I am now. And without you, maybe I would never have learnt to express myself. But now it’s my opportunity to forgive you and help you towards recovery. And maybe one day you can share the happiness of which I now have so much."

- The End -