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.

ve gradually recovered from her experience with Innocence and indeed even initiated a correspondence with her deflowerer. She had been right, she said, 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 caused her, she was pretty sure she didn’t want a 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 cunt - the former showing just as much distress as the latter. Her mother still felt upset by the ordeal, but when the cheque arrived, it more than covered the horrendous debts that had accumulated after her husband’s tragic accident with a motorised lawn mower and let them lead life on a more even keel. She even came 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 storylines. It was a more intangible aspect of her lovemaking that was both appropriate to her name and delightfully sluttish at the same time, as she thrust her penis into the arses and vaginas of the men and women who co-starred with her. Innocence was 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 soon became confessionals of her feelings towards her mother, the pains of adolescence and her worries about her lack of sexual feeling towards boys or even most women. She enjoyed masturbation, and she told 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 sufficient stimulus.

She was almost surprised when her frequent entreaties that Innocence come and stay with her mother and her were answered positively. She knew 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 its memory or the thought of it ever happening again.

She and her mother lived in an expensive cottage just outside the city of Congress in an idyllic landscape of sheep, goats and open fields, spoilt only by the constant low roar of a nearby motorway. The garden was very large and occupied most of her mother’s time as she pruned the begonias, roses and gladioli. It held many secret corners and patches where Eve could masturbate in peace secure in the knowledge that only her mother was ever likely to find her. Her mother had become 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 her mother had decided that it was a neurosis resulting from the trauma of her husband’s death, 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, with little promise of more arriving in the future while his estate was being argued in the courts.

Innocence was 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 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 feel the blades rub against her breasts. She had an urgent desire to feel the longer grass push against the sensual aureate tenderness of her nipples and her toes dig into the earth.

Her intention was not to make love to Innocence. This privilege was for her mother who welcomed any opportunity for sex - almost not caring with whom or what - as a substitute for the attention of her deceased husband. Eve knew her mother had loved her father. Despite his general silence and inoffensiveness, she knew the intensity of her mother’s love from her passionate cries of ecstasy 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 notice anything. Innocence was not her father, although she 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 would find 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 in 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 expressing that wide and excited stare that Eve recognised so well.

It was such a joy to Eve having Innocence visit. She was someone who listened with so much patience as Eve talked about the things 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 played again and again, never tiring of the familiarity she had gained with every individual note. She loved to see her mother enjoy 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 expected a physical manifestation of 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 wasn’t 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.”

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 into the gaps between her toes. Then she loosened her blouse, opening it up to reveal the white singlet she wore beneath. Then she slipped 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 stepped out of it. Then she pushed up her singlet, revealing the unshaved hairiness of her armpits and threw it dismissively behind her. And then hooking her hands into the elastic band of her cotton knickers, she pulled them down and tossed them 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 fuck in the living room. Her mother’s mouth took Innocence’s penis deep into her throat while Innocence’s mouth probed and bit 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 in a position to exhale. Innocence was so beautiful! She was indeed lucky to have lost her virginity to one as beautiful as she. 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 the loose grass cuttings, so recently cropped, mingle with her pubic hair. 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.

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 rolled round 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 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 swollen purple glans. She observed with delight that Innocence was masturbating. And masturbating what’s more over Eve 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 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. Nearly half a dozen people eventually arrived including the interviewer, Morning Glory, a tall slim woman who was dressed in only a black bikini and long black hair that trailed 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’d prefer it, of course, if you were interviewed naked,” the producer explained to Innocence, who was wearing her long white dress. “The viewers will be interested in seeing your penis. It is the thing which would most make them want to watch the programme. We would also like to see you make 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?” Morning wondered. “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 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 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 off each other’s clothes, 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 was aroused by the feel of 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 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. She kissed Innocence more briefly on the mouth, but ensured that their tongues touched and made feigned sounds of pleasure.

The talk part of the interview started immediately, with the two of them sitting together on the grass with their arms around each other, and their legs sprayed out in front.

“One question I must ask straight away 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 her hand 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 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 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, of which much 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 probing regarding her relationship with her sister and refused 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 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 revealed her shaven pubis which she stroked with her fingers. She took Innocence’s hand, 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 round 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. Morning allowed Innocence’s penis to 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 the 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!”