XXVI
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.”

XXVII
In Which Innocence returns to the pleasures of Eve and Dawn, Eve is enjoyed in the pleasant environs of a garden and Innocence is exposed to greater fame than before.

Eve gradually recovered from her experience with Innocence and indeed even initiated a correspondence with her deflowerer. She had been right, 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.
“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!”
XXVIII
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.
XXIX
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.
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! Younger than Algebra’s own eighteen years that was for sure. They were virtually just children, 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!”