Innocence Lost Ch 02
- 2 years ago
- 24
- 0
Innocence Lost Ch. 31 free porn video
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 w
as 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. S
he 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?’
Jayla
- 23.07.2021
- 18
- 0
