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.
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ve 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 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, but she wasn’t noted for a particular promiscuous lifestyle although she 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 a quite natural relief to the build up of the pressure that lovemaking necessarily entailed. She 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 managed to convince herself that urine, like saliva, was quite safe and antiseptic.
Like all students, she needed somewhere to live and not somewhere 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 her friends told her that it was probably a euphemism for something disgusting. She turned up at Innocence’s and Dodie’s flat really having no preconception 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 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 that pretended that she too was a student at the University of Congress, which of course she wasn’t. The polytechnic she’d been to was 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 Algebra held 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 took a liking to her and appeared 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 expensively decorated, and had more than enough modern conveniences to deserve the notice All mod. cons. which, in fact, the advertisement 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 this fleshy chunk of brown stuff once belonged to a living breathing sentient being.”
“Exactly,” agreed Algebra, who nonetheless 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 also wore black stockings and awfully harmful stiletto heeled shoes. However, when Innocence sat down and started talking, her character was 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. 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 Algebra 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 was used to. She’d even had to share bedrooms: 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 the bedroom.
It was a while until Algebra discovered the real reason 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 a naked Innocence 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 friends, but Algebra was impressed by the way she nevertheless remained passionately in love with Innocence however many different lovers she might entertain. She could see that despite her promiscuous lifestyle she was still jealous of her lover’s cinematic 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. Dodie’s strength of affection towards her lover warmed her to Algebra, and she soon came to feel affectionate towards Dodie as she betrayed her feelings with tragic grimaces and repressed sighs.
So it was that she eventually relented to Dodie’s persistent attempts to make love with her. For a change, she didn’t slip her hand out of Dodie’s as they sat together watching television. Nor did she politely but firmly remove Dodie’s 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 that clashed uncomfortably against her cheeks. Dodie’s tongue probed deep inside Algebra’s vagina, her fingers prising it open 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 vent 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 she so rarely suppressed. The pressure against her bladder, stimulated by the wine they 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 more viscous liquid directed into her mouth. But then, with an abrupt start, she pushed herself off Algebra, wiping her mouth with the back of her hand and looking with disbelief at the golden liquid dribbling down her chin and onto her chest.
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