In Which Innocence is matched with virginity, a career in giving pleasure to unknown benefactors is reviewed and Leon’s own artistic vocation is revealed.

t took a lot of persuasion and a lot of money, but eventually Innocence agreed to make a Virginity Loss film (or Bleeding Fanny Film as they were less subtly known). It wasn’t that Innocence hadn’t taken a girl’s virginity before. She just felt there was something sordid in making a film about it, particularly given her rather unusual appearance. She wondered what harm it might do to a girl whose virginity was taken by a freak like her, especially when the whole intensely personal event was witnessed by a professional film crew and eventually by an unknown number of anonymous video purchasers. However, she was assured that the girl, Eve, had actually requested that it be Innocence who was to do the bloody deed and that she’d undergo the exercise with someone else anyway if it wasn’t her. Apparently, she and her mother, a young widow, had fallen on bad times and they saw it as a way of helping them out of it. Innocence wasn’t so naïve as not to realise that a film that showed a girl losing her virginity to one with her own unique assets would recoup substantially more than the average Bleeding Fanny Film and they would earn more as a result.

“I’m not going to make a habit of this,” Innocence insisted.

“Of course not,” said the director - a middle-aged woman with greying hair and artificially enhanced breasts - misunderstanding her. “No one would want to see you typecast in that way!”

The film was to be made in the gardens of a stately home that was rented out for the occasion, on a lawn with rose gardens and an ornate swimming pool in the background. Innocence was very impressed. None of her films had been made in such palatial surroundings before, and she felt it somehow added a touch of dignity to an event which, from a sense of shame, she decided not to confess to Dodie. Her lover had her own standards and ethics which Innocence respected and in which she more often than not concurred. When she left their nice new expensive flat they had only this week started renting, she gave Dodie only a brief kiss (which would immediately inform her that she was off to do a film set that day) and evaded rather too obviously all references to the kind of film she was about to make.

“If it’s just the usual fuck film why don’t you tell me more about it?” Dodie wondered with a frown, brushing her fingers through the quarter inch long stubble of dark hair on her head.

“It’s just not worth making a fuss about,” Innocence lied, trembling with anticipation. No, she definitely wouldn’t make a film like this again. She just hoped that her lover would never find out about it.

The film started as all such films were obliged to do with an official examination of Eve’s maidenhead by a properly qualified doctor. This was the first opportunity Innocence had of seeing the girl, who was actually unusually old for a virgin - being about seventeen years old but looked more like fifteen. She was skinny with pale skin, a slightly bulging stomach, small apple-shaped breasts and long blonde hair half way down her back. The doctor prised open her legs, with the camera focusing on her vagina, and examined her with the standard tools for this job.

Finally, he announced to the camera the standard formula for these films. “I, Doctor Hamstash, declare it is my professional opinion that this young lady’s maidenhead is intact and that she is medically a virgin.” Innocence knew that this would not have been the first such examination or the filming wouldn’t have come to such an advanced state of preparedness. She also knew that an intact maidenhead didn’t necessarily mean that the girl had had no sex at all - there was a great deal of sexual activity, including anal intercourse, that was possible without damaging her in that way at all. However in Eve’s case, the virginity might be more absolute than was usually the case. The girl was extraordinarily gauche and nervous.

The film’s plot, if such a term could be given to an exercise with a preordained end, was that Innocence should start by making love with Eve’s mother who obviously hoped to increase the material rewards of this exercise by whatever means were available. Innocence could judge that the woman must be desperate for money because she showed willingness in the initial interviews for anal and even fist-fucking along with the standard oral and vaginal sex. Innocence was pleased that the film didn’t involve the girl’s father, even if it were possible. She had heard of several Bleeding Fanny films where the father was the person to breach the maidenhead - an incestuous act guaranteed to increase the value of the film. Thankfully Hand Job Films adhered to certain standards which precluded that form of incest. It encouraged a parental role in the target market that was best avoided.

Whatever Eve might be, Dawn, her mother, was definitely not inexperienced though she betrayed enough awkwardness in her lovemaking to indicate that she’d never performed in front of an audience before. Dawn’s part involved her beginning the action with a kiss on the lawn leading to the two of them taking off each other’s clothes and very soon into more physical acts. Dawn’s body was very similar to her daughter’s - although much heavier as befitted an older woman with breasts already beginning to lose their taut compactness and buttocks drooping slightly behind her thighs. Innocence was soon into the scenes of vaginal and anal intercourse, but foreswore the fist-fucking after carefully assessing the flexibility of Dawn’s vagina with her penis.

At this stage, Eve was due to come on set and play the standard role of the embarrassed daughter becoming steadily more interested in the loveplay between her mother and her mother’s lover. Innocence was pleased she was not expected to make love with her mother or her mother with her. Although Hand Job Films had no expressed opinion on incest - beyond the standard view that all sexual activities were permissible between consenting adults - unlike much of their competition in the Bleeding Fanny marketplace (like Bloodsports For All and Cuntbusters) they deliberately avoided any reference to the possible material rewards for filmed incest. The view was that all such activity should come about wholly from the actual desire of the recently sexually initiated daughter.

Eve began by nervously taking Innocence’s penis in her hand and putting her mouth to it. She screwed up her nose - although whether it was the smell of Innocence’s organ or the scent left by her mother’s vagina it was not possible to tell. However, she overcame her aversion and was soon taking the penis into her mouth and started licking and sucking it until it became so big and thick and throbbing that even Innocence was dying to release it into the girl’s cunt.

The whole lovemaking was filmed on a large white sheet which would not normally be left lying around on the lawn in a stately home - but of course these sorts of film were concerned rather more with gynaecological accuracy than any other kind. The actual penetration shots had to be made lingeringly, slowly and with the film crew properly positioned without disturbing too much the composure of the virgin whose eyes were closed and jaws clenched tight in fearful anticipation. When Innocence saw the distress the activity was causing Eve she felt like abandoning the whole exercise, but outside of camera shot Dawn was whispering into her ear.

“Go on then! Get it over with!”

This was not the most romantic instruction Innocence had ever heard, but she took the message and with a slow gradual thrust she pushed deeper and deeper and ever deeper into Eve’s cunt, not looking down at the crotch at all but concentrating her kisses and her caresses on Eve’s face. “It’s all right, Eve! It’s all right! Don’t worry! It won’t hurt nearly as much as you think!”

Unfortunately for Eve and for Innocence’s reputation for telling the truth, it actually hurt the young girl quite a bit. As Innocence felt the rip of internal membrane no longer resisting her thrusts she also heard Eve’s unearthly yell. Without thinking she pulled her penis straight out to see a pool of red dripping from Eve’s vagina and splaying over the white sheet where it left undeniable evidence of Eve’s virginity.

“Oh God!” Innocence gasped, aghast at the red shine of it in the clear midday sun, reflecting off the uncongealed liquid on the thighs and on the sheet. “This is horrible! Urrgghh! There’s so much of it!”

Eve burst into tears, throwing herself into her mother’s lap where the two naked bodies sat huddled up close to each other under the still voyeuristic unwavering glare of the cameras.

Despite Innocence’s outburst and Eve’s distress, the filming was judged to be a success by the director. “We may have to edit out some of the more - dare we say - unpalatable aspects,” she told Innocence. “After all, we are making films for masturbatory pleasure and not films of social or sexual veracity. And it definitely isn’t Hand Job’s intention to move into the market for films of sexual violence. Some of our competitors might feel inclined to re-edit the film for the illicit rape fantasy market.”

“Rape fantasy?” Innocence shuddered.

“It’s not unknown. Bitch Slut Films make films with names like She Had It Coming, Ramming Connie’s Cunt and Blood Between The Knees which are films of nothing more than the more upsetting parts of Eve’s recent sexual initiation linked by rather unpleasant story-lines. Never fear, unless one of our operatives is less than honest, the less palatable episodes will not be seen by the target audience. Hand Job Films has no wish to build a reputation for causing its film stars to suffer more than is absolutely necessary in our First and Best Time Sex Film series.”

Innocence’s new career as a fuck film actress meant she got to meet a variety of people whom she probably wouldn’t have met otherwise, although she wasn’t sure her life was much enhanced by having done so. She got to know quite a few women and men with surgically enhanced breasts, some of which were of massive proportions - larger even than Honore’s, and consequently even more of a practical liability to their possessors when they weren’t canvassing for rôles in fuck films. She got to meet men with peculiarly bent, extraordinarily long and thin, and even surprisingly tiny penises. She met women with remarkable elasticity in their anuses or mouths - able to accommodate any number of penises. One particularly acrobatic woman was able to get her legs behind her shoulders while being fucked.

Fifteen was an unlikely sex actress on first meeting. She was a very modestly dressed girl, who seemed slightly gauche regarding any questions on her sex life. Innocence felt unusually self-confident and promiscuous in comparison. She was also blind and relied on her Labrador, Rover, to lead her around. She made a strange sight on the film set with her modest clothes, her dull mousy brown hair and the white stick she used to avoid bumping into people. However, she was actually one of the most in-demand sex actresses in the industry because of her particular speciality which was to have sex with animals.

It rather horrified Innocence at first (and she never got fully used to it!) to see Fifteen performing with dogs, horses, donkeys or goats. She would fellate the animals with a care and attention equal to that which she showed to Innocence’s more normal penis - taking ponies’ dark penises into her mouth and bringing them to ejaculate over her thin naked body. She was particularly good at dog fucking - allowing the Alsation, Dalmatian or Irish Wolfhound total vaginal or even anal penetration and clearly enjoying it as the animal panted, barked and slobbered over her, its hairy body above her and long thin penis entering her at the peculiar angles necessary for this operation. Penetration by rams and billy goats were also featured, but donkeys, bulls, horses and camels were clearly too monstrously endowed for her, but she made a good show of what she could, even going as far as fist-fucking them in the anus.

Although Fifteen had her own very nice home, it was somewhere in the countryside and quite frequently Innocence and Dodie invited her to their flat when she was staying overnight in Congress. Fifteen made very welcome company and enjoyed her political arguments with Dodie, but firmly declined any offers of having sex with either of them. She stated quite unequivocally that her fucking was reserved for her career, and she didn’t in any case wish to spoil their friendship by introducing a less than professional aspect to their lovemaking.

Despite Fifteen’s apparent shyness, Innocence was somewhat shocked and discomfited to discover that this attitude didn’t extend to Rover, as she discovered from hearing a mixture of canine noises mixed with Fifteen’s own slightly shrill cries. Innocence was slightly alarmed - troubled that perhaps Rover had turned on her mistress - but when she put her head decorously around the door of the guest room where Fifteen was staying with her dog, she was shocked to see Fifteen lying on her back with Rover on top of her. The dog was wagging his tail enthusiastically and eagerly licking his mistress’s face while his buttocks thrust backwards and forwards. Innocence’s horrified eyes adjusted themselves to the dim light coming from the bedside lamp that Fifteen had never thought of turning off, and saw that the girl’s thighs were wrapped around the dog and that Rover was indeed fucking her with no embarrassment and with rather less guilt than that expressed by dogs on the film set.

Other people that Innocence had got to meet had proclivities she found equally distasteful. Wonder, a short girl with a cleft palate and a repaired hare-lip, had compensated for the shortcomings of her appearance by a skill at consuming faeces released into her mouth by her male or female on-screen lovers. She would let the turd drop out gradually and with the same affection that most actresses would show towards an erect penis she guided it into her mouth, chewed it up and eventually swallowed it. When Innocence was persuaded to make a film with Wonder, she had no real idea what was going on as she let free the turd she’d been nurturing all day. She thought perhaps that Wonder might smear her face and body with it, but was somewhat disgusted to realise where it did in fact go. She declined the suggestion of kissing the girl despite the financial incentives the director indicated by holding up his fingers. Wonder’s tastes were definitely not her own.

Another woman whom Innocence knew but considered herself fortunate to have never performed with was all of forty stone in weight - which meant she was more flesh than body. She watched with repulsion as the male fuck actors struggled to enter her body through the massive folds of fat that totally obscured her vagina. Her sheer bulk meant that these actors were literally risking their lives to fuck her. If she fell on top of one of them while he was inside her it would probably terminate more than his career.

Innocence was glad she’d avoided being typecast in piss films, sadomasochistic films, ear-fucking, child sex, razor slashing, cat fellatio, tree fucking or anal fist-fuck films. On the whole, those that did resort to this sort of film were not especially physically attractive. Fifteen was rather an exception in that respect. Innocence’s blessing was that her marketability was not just due to her unusual assets, but that, as was made increasingly apparent to her, she was a very attractive woman who didn’t need the surgery or hormonal treatment to develop large breasts, massive buttocks, green skin or split vaginas.

Nevertheless, she still felt slightly soiled by the fact she was working in a profession where, however much the film makers she associated with might hold dear to certain high moral, political or sexual principles, there were many others whose only criterion of judgement was the number of units their product would sell - and as perversions sold well these were particularly attractive to them: the more gross, uncomfortable and generally unpalatable the better.

However, as Dodie often reminded her when she reflected on her career and where it was taking her, it was through her work that she’d been able to afford the beautiful flat she was renting and she was enjoying this work rather more than working behind the bar at a Night Club.

Innocence knew Leon owned his own business, but she had no real idea of what it might be. It wasn’t something she cared to ask about when she last met the man in Congress. So it came as something of a surprise to discover that he was the owner of Fuck Flicks, a fuck film company famous for its catalogue of homosexual and transsexual videos. The discovery didn’t come until after she’d been in several films already where she had performed in her normal capacity, knowing that for the target audience the only fundamental difference between her and the transsexuals usually involved in these productions was that her body was entirely her own and had no enhancement or alteration made to it whatsoever.

She was surprised while viewing the early cut of the film in the company’s Congress office to see a picture of Leon hanging on the wall, naked as always, and smiling in a strangely paternal way. She stood up in the office where the director and several of the cast were watching a scene in which Innocence was fucking a young man who in turn was fucking a slender black girl with fashionably short cropped hair a bit like a tonsure (the fashion was no longer for totally shaven heads). She examined the picture carefully. There was no doubt at all who this bearded, long haired man was. She recognised the twist of tawny hair on his chest and the small scar on his shoulder which he blamed on an unfortunately over-vigorous lover he once had.

“Does Leon perform in your films?” Innocence wondered.

“Leon?” asked the director, standing beside Innocence. “Not often. Why? Do you know Mr Legrand?”

“Yes,” laughed Innocence, who’d not heard his surname before. “I met him on holiday in Brook. What does he do then?”

The director explained that Leon was the sole owner of Fuck Flicks, and that he also owned a magazine publishing company, several brothels and two Congress Night Clubs. “He’s very rich,” he stated, twiddling the ring that dangled from his left ear. “He made his money in the beginning as a fuck film star, rather like you. As you probably know, he’s very opulently endowed and not at all fussed what kind of sex he indulges in. He made rather a lot of films. I can show you a few if you like.”

Innocence nodded. It rather changed her view of the man to know he had made fuck films in the past. It was also bizarre he should now be her employer. It had once occurred to her when she was looking for work to ask the man she was fucking if he could find a job for her, but she had decided not to as it seemed somehow the wrong thing to require of a lover (even one who was unable to penetrate her). She now understood why Leon never offered her work. He probably felt that Innocence would be offended at the suggestion, which she reflected was very likely. Her brief experience of appearing in a sex film while in Brook did not seem quite the career move then as it did now.

The director waited until after the screening of the video they were watching, Howard’s Rear End. Like many films made for the male homosexual audience its focus of attention was on taut male buttocks. Innocence played the rôle of someone whose unusual assets were never commented on but were fully enjoyed (as was the convention for transsexual films), and who had developed an affection for a house in the countryside where she had once had sex with a number of people. Unusually, this orgy scene was near the beginning of the film. Throughout the film she made love with several men who also made love with each other and with several women who had very little sex with anyone except her. At the end, she obtained the house and the film ended with an open-ended fuck scene with the Howard of the title shitting on the lawn in the foreground.

When the cast left after the screening, Innocence remained with the director and his boyfriend, a tall man with very long hair and a quite thin beard. The director pulled out a video entitled Leon of Arabia, and put it in the video player.

“This is Leon’s first film and as you can see right from the start he had a leading rôle...”

“Not surprising with a dick like his!” commented his boyfriend. “Ooohh! The lucky bastard. I so wish....”

Innocence watched the film which had a very flimsy plot of young men in desert sceneries waving swords and yelling, but for much longer admiring, pawing over, sucking, licking and revelling in Leon’s monstrous appendage. He was frequently fucked from behind, but even then, the young Leon whose beard was quite thin and whose chest had only the promise of future hirsuteness, was just a little too well endowed to have any hope of returning the favour.

“As you can see, not an arse in the world can accommodate that monster!” exclaimed the director. “I’ve seen pricks of all sizes - and I’ve probably seen the biggest the world has to offer. Some are long and thin and though you can’t get all the prick in your arse, at least you can get some of it in. At least some of the way!”

“And you can’t walk straight for a week after!” laughed his boyfriend.

“And then there are big ones that can only get in cunts and can’t get in arses at all. And then there’s Leon’s prick! Apparently there’s only one cunt in the whole world he can get his dick into. And what’s more he can get it all the way in!”

“She must have the biggest fanny in the world!” exclaimed his friend. “I’d love to have a taste of Legrand’s whopper. I bet he comes like a fucking beer can!”

Innocence didn’t wish to elaborate on her first hand experience, and stayed in her seat to watch more videos. There was The Prickholder, which was a relatively sad, short sex film that showed the difficulties Leon had fucking the Asian wife of the title and how they came to a mutually acceptable compromise where she would masturbate him while forcing her fingers up his anus. Another film was called The Importance of a Good Fuck, and featured the frustration Leon had fucking some transsexuals and a few men after being mistakenly invited to a cucumber sandwich party.

“Doesn’t Leon ever have a satisfying time in any of his films?” Innocence wondered.

The director skimmed through the video titles. “The Portrait of Dorian’s Penis? No, at the end of the film he has to accept that he can masturbate but not fuck. Fuck and his Friends? No, that doesn’t end very well either. I think you’re right, Innocence. Leon hasn’t had that much fun in his film career. Perhaps that’s why he went into production rather than acting.”

“Queer and TS films weren’t meant to be fun when Leon was making them,” remarked his boyfriend. “It was meant to be tragic and sad. You weren’t supposed to fancy pricks and have a good time. You were supposed to have some kind of misery associated with it. It’s not like that these days. And that’s how I prefer it. If you want to wank over someone else’s prick, you don’t want to finish feeling pissed off about it. You want to feel like going off and fucking someone yourself.”