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Title: {ASSM} Innocence Lost Ch. Thirty Three (33/36) {Bradley Stoke} (HFF)
Author: Bradley Stoke
Part: Chapter 33 of 36
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Short Summary: Blanche visits Innocence and Dodie in Congress.
 

Innocence Lost
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Resume of whole novel
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Innocence is a girl quite simply lost in a world where she feels she 
doesn't belong. And no wonder! Innocence is no ordinary girl. Despite 
her beauty, she has a penis and a pair of testicles that marks her out 
from everyone else. Innocence is lost. This novel tells how Innocence 
finds herself through sex, love and videotape. 



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Previously
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Innocence and Dodie are living together in the city of Congress. 



Chapter Thirty Three
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In Which Blanche returns to Innocence; consideration is 
given on the sole pleasures of her virtues; and Dodie 
learns more about Blanche. 



Blanche didn't often visit Congress and when she did she 
always hated the restrictions of wearing clothes, which on 
a body as plump as hers was rarely as flattering as total 
nudity would be. It was not something she could avoid for 
too long as it was occasionally necessary her suppliers to 
restock her bookshop in Brook. Running a business entails 
considerable sacrifices. Her body was stifled within the 
single white dress of thin material through which could be 
glimpsed the darkness around her nipples and crotch. Blanche 
envied those slim women who were able to get away with much 
less than her. She admired the girls walking by, often 
topless with very short hair. Her own preference was for 
much longer hair, but she had no influence on fashion which 
now dictated a very short haircut, sometimes shaved into a 
tonsure or with strange patterns razored into the stubble.

She adored looking at the girls' bodies which were 
somehow more sexy for wearing clothing, than for being 
utterly naked, but this reflected more on the fact she was 
far more accustomed to nudity. She was still sore from a 
meeting with a supplier where as usual her bargaining power 
was leveraged by the offer of sex, which, although less 
than normally enjoyable, had at least resulted in a 
substantial discount and a better working relationship. 
Nevertheless, her thoughts as she observed the girls walking 
by, their buttocks twitching as they passed and their 
breasts either bared or enhanced by what little they did 
wear, awakened her lust. If only she could just pluck one of 
them from the street, take her back to her hotel room and 
enjoy the full bounty of their flesh. She could imagine their 
full lips against her cunt or her nipples, the teeth nibbling 
away and her back arching with spasms of ecstasy pulsing 
through her body. Unlikely, she reasoned, although she 
might be fortunate enough to meet someone that evening in 
the hotel bar who could see the attractions of the larger 
woman and, be they male or female, provide her with the 
lovemaking she yearned for.

One girl particularly caught Blanche's eye in a department 
store. She was looking though a selection of bed-linen 
and holding the sheets up to the light. She was topless, 
with baggy khaki shorts and blonde hair onto her shoulders. 
Her skin was tanned gold and Blanche reasoned from her ease 
with her body that she was a girl who'd spent much of her 
life in the nude. There would be no trace of the white 
patches around the crotch which so distinguished tourists 
in Brook. The girl put down the bed linen and turned to 
examine some ethnic lampshades. It was then that Blanche 
recognised her as Innocence who she'd not seen for such 
a very long time. 

"Innocence, sweetheart," Blanche simpered, approaching 
her and smiling. "I didn't know you lived in Congress."

Innocence turned around, and grinned broadly. "Hello. 
What are you doing here?"

"Oh, business. That's all," Blanche replied. "How's 
Chastity? The last I heard, you were both living together in 
Labia."

Innocence seemed a little discomfited by this reference. "I 
haven't seen Chastity for a long time. I don't know where 
she's living now."

"Is she still a student?"

"I don't know. I don't think so. I have a flat in Congress 
now with my girlfriend, Dodie. Do you want to come and 
see it?"

"Why, I'd love to!" exclaimed Blanche, her crotch already 
tingling. She hadn't forgotten Innocence's peculiar 
attractions. She was even more impressed when she arrived 
at Innocence's flat, which was much larger than she expected. 
She knew how expensive property was in Congress, and to have 
one so spacious in such a well-appointed area, and so 
opulently furnished, was a testament to wealth.

"Is Dodie some kind of heiress?" she asked.

"No," laughed Innocence. "No! She hardly earns anything. 
She does all sorts of things, but I don't think any of them 
make her make very much money."

"Then, how can you afford all this? Have you inherited 
some money?"

"Not at all! Didn't you know? I'm a film star. It's all my 
money."

"Film star? I haven't seen any of your films."

"It's a specialised market," Innocence explained, indicating 
a poster on the wall which showed her making love to a 
man and a very young-looking girl, her penis in the girl's 
anus while the man's prick was engaged in the vagina. "I 
take it you don't watch these kind of films."

Blanche shook her head. "I prefer reading about it. 
Somehow the imagination is so much sexier than the 
real thing."

She wandered towards Innocence, who looked so beautiful 
framed against the light coming through the windows, her 
slender figure silhouetted and her breasts full and firm. 
Blanche so wanted to touch them. Innocence could see this 
and smiled welcomingly.

"You must feel very strange in the city wearing so many 
clothes. Take them off if you like, just as you did when you 
stayed with me and my family."

"Can I?" asked Blanche, gratefully easing the dress off her 
round shoulders, letting the full roundness and softness of 
her flesh once again shiver in the slight coolness of the air. 
She stood naked facing Innocence, glancing down at 
Innocence's shorts which she knew contained so much 
unexpected beauty and potency. Innocence followed her 
glance and then with a smile and no words, eased the 
shorts down revealing a tumescent penis which began to swell 
and throb as soon as it felt the afternoon air. It jerked 
excitedly as pulsing courses of blood pumped into it.

"Oh! It's so beautiful!" gasped Blanche, dropping on her 
knees in front of Innocence and taking the length of it 
into her mouth. She opened her mouth as wide as she could 
and let the penis slide over her tongue, past her tonsils 
and into the constrictions of her throat. She grasped 
Innocence by the buttocks, which undulated with their own 
rhythm pushing again and again at Blanche's throat. 
Blanche's cunt dribbled with anticipation, which she 
chose to ignore until it was truly ready.

And then, when she felt she could hold it back no longer, 
with both her tubby fingers and Innocence's much 
slenderer ones pushing deeper and deeper through the 
smooth folds of flesh, stimulating her cunt and arse into 
dripping agony. And then, gasping from the passion 
shuddering through the mass of white flesh that jiggled 
with the penis's persistent thrusts into her mouth, she 
lovingly withdrew it and transferred it to her cunt which 
swallowed it whole with ease and a little squelch. She lay 
back while watching Innocence on top of her thrust in 
and out, now so much more expert than when they'd first 
made love, her beautiful firm breasts arching above her and 
her penis thrusting deeper and deeper into her, propelling 
her into orgasm after orgasm, forcing out gasps of pleasure 
that reverberated about the flat.

She could feel that Innocence was about to come. "In the 
mouth! The mouth!" She cried urgently. She loved the taste 
of semen and it was a long time since she'd tasted 
Innocence's. Her beautiful lover obliged, reluctantly 
withdrawing her prick and placing its twitching stiffness 
inside Blanche's mouth, from which emerged a slightly 
diluted mixture of semen and saliva which she tasted, 
swallowed some and allowed the rest to dribble down her 
cheek and in globules onto the upper reaches of her 
mountainous breasts. Innocence pulled out her 
shrivelled penis while Blanche smiled.

"This is certainly better than reading about it!" she 
admitted. "Sometimes the imagination just isn't 
everything!"

Blanche stayed for a few days in Innocence's flat in the 
bedroom once occupied by Algebra. As she lay beneath the 
sheets she could hear giggling and sniggering from the 
room next to her. That must be Dodie with Innocence, 
Blanche mused. She didn't know what to make of the young 
girl whose attitudes and lifestyle were so different from 
her own, and quite different again from Innocence's. She 
wondered what was that brought the two together. Whatever 
it was, the passion of their love-life wasn't feigned. She 
let a pudgy hand wander along the length of her thighs, 
while caressing her nipples with her other hand. The sounds 
emerging from the other room began to change in character. 
The giggling and teasing was replaced by heavier breathing 
and a slow but rhythmic thud thud on the mattress.

Blanche's hands lowered down the bed, impulsively 
throwing aside the restrictions of the duvet covering her so 
she could feel the night air against her naked skin. Her 
fingers trailed over the round contours of her stomach 
and then, finding the moist and welcoming entrance to her 
cunt under the folds and dimples of her flesh, she eased her 
fingers in, deeper and deeper, twigging her swollen vagina, 
easing back the fleshy lips and squeezing in first one and 
then two of her pudgy fingers. From the room next door, the 
rhythm of Innocence's and Dodie's lovemaking had become 
faster, more violent, more insistent. The bed rocked back 
and forth, the back of the mattress occasionally thumping 
against the wall, a high shrill cry emitted in spasms of 
ecstasy. Blanche's cunt became juicier and more liquid as 
she envisaged each of Innocence's thrusts as her beautiful 
penis pushed again and again at Dodie's hairy cunt, between 
those angular legs, those child-like knees, those fatfree 
thighs and that bony arse pushed again and again onto the 
mattress.

Perhaps, Blanche wondered, two hands now pummelling 
her cunt, Dodie was being penetrated in the arse. There 
was certainly an urgency and passion in her cries now that 
made it very likely to Blanche that she was. She could 
imagine her, arse in the air, while Innocence gripped her 
around the waist, her knees between Dodie's thighs, her 
penis pushing into the still hairy but much more puckered 
hole at the rear. Blanche allowed a finger to wander to 
her rear, using the vaginal juices to lubricate its entrance, 
and two and then three fingers, arching up as much as 
her bulk allowed her to push her fingers against the ones 
pushing in from the front.

Dodie and Innocence were shrieking now. Cries which 
would have awoken Blanche had she been asleep. Dodie's 
voice the deeper and less feminine while Innocence gave 
the little gasps of passionate relief that Blanche enjoyed so 
much in her earlier acquaintance. She remembered those 
early encounters, Innocence's penis deep in her mouth 
while Chastity shared her attention and her cunt between 
the two of them. She gasped weakly, surrendered to her 
fantasies, as her fingers pushed and pushed, the rhythm 
of her bed beginning to match that of a similar mass in 
the room adjacent.

And then release! She knew it was after that achieved by 
Dodie and Innocence as she heard them whispering 
together, their arms and bodies no doubt intertwined, as the 
pulses of orgasm shuddered through her body in wave after 
wave, leaving her exhausted and wasted, the strong smell 
of her vagina permeating the room and on her fingers and a 
simpering look of passion engraved on her face. She pulled 
up the duvet to cover the round mass of her body. She 
desperately desired Innocence's body. She could barely wait 
for the next opportunity for Innocence's penis to plunge 
inside her again. She could almost taste the penis on her 
mouth, the delicious richness of semen sliding down her 
throat.

There was no doubt in Blanche's mind of the sincerity of 
Dodie's love for Innocence. During her brief stay at their 
flat she had many opportunities to see its manifestations. 
Dodie's hands were rarely, if ever, separated from 
Innocence's penis, idly holding it while the couple 
watched television, following her into the kitchen 
when she was preparing food and holding it from behind as 
her lover was cutting the vegetables, kneeling between 
Innocence's young slender thighs and taking long 
lingering mouthfuls of it between her lips. How could 
anyone have so much energy and passion? Blanche 
wondered from a distance, not sure whether to avert her 
eyes or to relish the sight of such beautiful coupling. 

Meal-times were as much passionate affairs as any other, 
while Dodie put forkful after forkful into her mouth with 
her left hand (she was left-handed), her other hand still 
clasped what was sometimes a deservedly exhausted organ 
between Innocence's ever naked thighs. When Innocence 
returned home, Dodie leapt up from whatever she was doing 
and run up to her lover, ease off her clothes and 
there and then lead her into the bedroom or just onto the 
hallway floor, opening her legs and letting the full 
length of Innocence's ever-ready penis slide easily into her 
lubricated cunt. Blanche sometimes felt envy. She'd never 
enjoyed a relationship as passionate nor as insatiable as her 
two hostesses. She knew that her own lovemaking with 
Innocence, however passionate and orgasmic, lacked the 
intensity and persistence of Dodie's.

And this was combined with a love life that the two lovers 
pursued when not together. Innocence made love with her 
co-stars while filming and with other friends and 
acquaintances. A part of Innocence's love life was dedicated 
to Blanche, moments she treasured and enjoyed with passion, 
unable to get enough of that beautiful feminine body: so 
curvaceous, slim and receptive, and that powerful thrusting 
penis pulsing again and again that rich tasting semen that 
Blanche loved taking down her throat, pleased to allow the 
small dribble to seep through her lips, run down her chin 
and onto her massive breasts. Dodie also had a rich sex 
life, which she kept no secret, sometimes recounting her 
passionate encounters and even bringing her lovers into the 
flat to enjoy passionate love while Innocence and Blanche 
sat together in the living room, Innocence showing nothing 
but indulgent pleasure as Dodie's shrill cries of pleasure 
echoed around the confines of the flat and the back of the 
bed thumped insistently against the wall. 

Dodie was an attractive woman, although not in the most 
obvious ways. Compared to her she was very thin. Almost a 
stick of a woman. She was thin compared even to the full 
contours of Innocence's slender body, with breasts which, 
when they were revealed, were barely more than mounds on 
her chest with prominent nipples that pressed hard and firm 
against the tee-shirts she most often wore, even when all 
else was removed. She hardly ever hid her hirsute vagina, 
which had probably never been trimmed and easily accounted 
for more luxuriance than the hair on her head. Her bony face 
had a harshness about it in repose which so easily softened 
into near soppiness whenever she commenced her 
lovemaking with Innocence.

It was inevitable that Blanche should get to know Dodie 
better, though at the time it didn't seem inevitable at 
all. Innocence was out and Dodie had returned after a day 
working in a record shop which was one of the several 
occasional jobs she did more to enliven her life than 
for the meagre pay it afforded her. It was almost like 
pocket money for her: Innocence was bringing in more 
than was adequate from the sale of her videos. Blanche 
had been negotiating with suppliers in Congress who had 
access to imported literature in translation that interposed 
experimentation in language and structure with sexual habits 
which were at best unpleasant and at worst lethal. She wasn't 
too sure she enjoyed the admixture of torture and rape with 
lingering unfinished sentences, time reversal and flowery 
exuberance, but she knew that there was a ready market for  
this kind of literature, so she was eager to get some onto 
her bookshelves. Her own feelings as she read the 
beautifully poetic accounts of multiple rape with 
broomhandles, slow removal of fingernails, the inexorable 
peeling off of vaginal layers and the gradual insertion of 
chair-legs up anuses were not ones of pleasure. In fact, 
she put the books to one side, yearning for the simple 
certainties of Honore L'Oeuf's pederastic fantasies. She 
even longed for those tedious novels where clothes were 
divested chapter after chapter and the sex scenes 
repetitive and predictable.

Dodie watched Blanche sitting on the sofa reading one of 
the books she'd bought, the translated title being Barbed 
Wire Brassiere, Blanche squirming at the descriptions of 
blood dripping down breasts that were torn to pieces by the 
unpleasant underwear of the title. It was at least preferable 
to Razor Blade Knickers by the same author. Dodie sat 
next to Blanche, who was grateful for the diversion, 
wearing a short tee-shirt with the picture of a rhinoceros 
fucking a hippopotamus. As usual, she wore nothing else 
except a pair of laced boots that came halfway up her 
lower leg. Without bothering to say anything, she leaned 
her head on Blanche's shoulder and trailed a hand over 
Blanche's thigh.

"Good book?" She asked.

"A bit gruesome," admitted Blanche. "I don't know what 
people see in this kind of stuff."

"But you still read it," Dodie observed, smiling, putting a 
hand on Blanche's chin and turning her head round to face 
her. She stared into Blanche's face, with a strange 
simpering smile. "You know, for such a large woman 
you're very attractive. How do you keep your skin so white, 
living in Brook?"

"I just don't go out in the sun very often."

"Is that so?" Asked Dodie, before pressing her lips onto 
Blanche's, burying her tongue into her unresisting mouth. 
Blanche responded in form, heaving around her bulk and 
pulling Dodie's slender bony body against the folds and 
cushions of her flesh. Dodie swivelled about and climbed 
onto Blanche's body, a finger twiddling her nipple and 
another caressing the vagina obscured beneath the piled 
folds of flesh that was her stomach. Blanche heaved 
back, overwhelmed by a shudder of pleasure, allowing 
Dodie to slide down between her open legs and bury her 
stubbled head between the soft wobbling fat of her thighs.

By the time Innocence returned, Dodie and Blanche were 
rolling about on the floor, Blanche gasping and panting as 
Dodie workmanlike massaged and exercised her sensitive 
flesh. The two of them looked up expectantly as Innocence 
stood over them, already freed of her clothes, her long hair 
falling over her face, and her penis stirring at the sight 
of such mismatched bodies in such passionate embrace. Her 
breasts arched, her nipples coning out hard and firm, the 
smooth roundness of them so incongruous above the penis 
that was twitching into life. Dodie looked at Blanche and 
Blanche at Dodie, and the two of them at Innocence, both 
overwhelmed with desire for the girl.

Then Dodie parted her legs. "Take me, Innocence. Take 
me!"

"And me!" Pleaded Blanche doing the same thing, but less 
able to display the full glory of her cunt. "Take us both!"

"Both?" Innocence queried, excited at the idea, her penis 
now fully erect, like a shiny pink pillar of pleasure. It took 
little more persuasion and the three of them were rolling 
about on the floor, Innocence's penis now in Dodie and now in 
Blanche, thrusting back and forth, now engulfed in folds of 
fat and now banging hip bone against hip bone. Blanche lay 
back as Innocence plied at her, Dodie's tongue deep in her 
mouth, and she knew not whose fingers were caressing her 
breasts and clitoris. 

This was what it was about, she mused, still disturbed even 
in her moments of passion by images of the suffering of the 
heroine of Barbed Wire Brassiere and her fears of what Penis 
Lacerators might be about. Not violence, humiliation and 
death. The meaning of sex was love and loving. Without 
them, sex was empty and meaningless. She smiled at 
Innocence as she thrust again and again into her cunt. 
There need never be a dark side to sex when love unified 
the act. She needed love first and sex was no more than the 
bonus which lubricated and reinforced that love, however 
temporary and however necessary it was for her to return 
home to Brook and her bookshop.



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