Innocence Lost Part Three – Erotic Shemale Story
Sunday, April 8th, 2007Innocence was the centre of all the attention. Twelve
would still hold her penis for hours on end, gently stroking
it and occasionally taking it into her mouth. Ching and
Chastity also pursued Innocence, and competed with each
other for her body. This produced many occasions where
the two girls would be locked together in sex games where
the underlying aggression of Ching’s predilections would
lead to quite visible bruises.
However, neither Ching nor Twelve were to stay for very
long. They departed as abruptly as these two
manifestations of urban life had originally trespassed into
the peace and calm of the countryside. Their last night
involved a lot of noise, screams, giggles, slaps and groans.
Une was sufficiently disturbed by it to go into the bedroom
Ching shared with Twelve to see what was happening.
In actual fact, she still couldn’t be sure as all she could
see was a contortion of flesh, leather, dildos and
Innocence’s erect penis that was hammering away inside
Ching’s vagina. String, rope and vegetables were strewn
around and there was a strong smell of sex mixed with
urine. Une felt reluctant to either intervene or participate,
so she retired to her room. Her first thought had been to
call two of her lovers and satisfy a kind of sexual vacuity,
but somehow the thought of just masturbating was
more attractive. So, she lay in her room imagining what
was going on elsewhere and moistened her vagina with
milk, carrots and her fingers.
The next day, both Ching and Twelve were gone. The
house felt as if a hurricane had passed by, but was now
back to the calm which had preceded their visit. Innocence
however still seemed a little shaken by it all and Chastity
now seemed to spend more time with Une’s male lovers
than with either Une or her sister. Une felt that Innocence
was going though some kind of crisis precipitated by
the hedonistic abandon of the last few weeks.
A curious side effect of Innocence’s melancholy was that
she no longer made love to Une, Chastity or any one else.
She now spent most of her time sitting in a chair by the
fire reading books. She took to wearing a simple white
robe much as Une did which trailed down to her ankles and
covered her shoulders and arms. As she sat on the chair
with her bare feet pulled up, her long hair flowing down to
her waist and her beautiful face looking so serious, Une felt
more passionately in love with Innocence than ever before.
But as Innocence made quite clear, she could look but not
touch.
Chastity, however, had become more engrossed with Une
and very soon the two women developed a routine of
making love together with two or three of Une’s male
lovers and sometimes just the two of them. Chastity herself
seemed a little more reserved and sometimes she would
talk more to Une than indulge in more physical
conversation.
Une became aware that Chastity was actually in love with
someone, and not, as she’d originally believed, just in
herself, and not, she was less pleased to discover with Une,
but with a black woman she’d met before she’d come to
stay in the countryside. Chastity’s intention was to go and
live with this other woman in another part of the country
where she described a life of naked frolics and passionate
lovemaking. Une wondered what was so different about
their own amorous activities, but she’d lived long enough
to be aware that affairs of the heart were less to do with
what was done but how it felt to do it.
Chastity was also very concerned about Innocence. She
confessed that she felt that her current unhappiness might
very well be Chastity’s own fault. She had introduced her
sister to incest, lesbianism and a host of lovers. Some of
these lovers Une knew – they had somehow passed her path
before – but Une wasn’t at all sure why that should be a
problem.
“It’s only a problem because Innocence doesn’t know what
she is, and where she wants to go,” explained Chastity.
“She’s a girl with a penis, and she doesn’t know what she’s
supposed to do about that.”
“She doesn’t seem to mind having a penis,” commented
Une stroking Chastity’s clitoris gently and thinking of
Innocence’s passion. “In fact, it seems to cause her less
problem than it would for most men.”
“I’m not saying she wants it removed. That would almost
be too simple.”
“What do you think she’ll do?” wondered Une.
She thought of Innocence lying front down on the carpet by
the roaring fire in her white robe with one leg nonchalantly
raised and the other stretched out straining over a novel by
Dostoevsky, a poem by Goethe or some other book.
“Well she’s been reading the Bible recently,” commented
Chastity.
“The Bible?”
“And the Koran, the Bhagavadgita and Kant. She’s gone
through almost all your collection of religious and
philosophical books. She’s read the I Ching and the Kama
Sutra. She’s looked into Nietzsche, Wittgenstein and
Thoreau.”
Une had a very large library of books which she’d collected
on her journeys around the world. At one time or another
she’d been to almost every country and acquired things
from each. Carpets, ornaments, paintings, flowers, compact
discs, videos and, of course, books. It wouldn’t be true that
Une had read all of them. It wasn’t too easy to read books
written in those languages she hadn’t yet learnt. A large
part of her collection was of erotic books from
different cultures and different times. It was these books,
she knew, that Chastity and Twelve used to read.
Innocence didn’t read those particular books.
One of Une’s most prized books was a copy of the Bible
reinterpreted by a sect which seemed to see sex in
everything. The italicised annotations on the margin made
constant allusions to sexual activities and proclivities
sometimes blatantly referred to, but more often only hinted
at. The most interesting part was an Apocrypha of obscene
stories concerning Jesus’ fucking of a hundred whores,
Moses’ incest in the desert, Eve being fucked by Cain and
Abel, and missing chapters from Revelations
which featured the sexual humiliations of hell. There was a
particular chapter on the sexual tortures of early Christians
by the Romans. This, however, was not the copy of the
Bible that Innocence was reading.
Une also had a collection of Jacobean and Elizabethan sex
plays which were performed surreptitiously and invariably
climaxed in on-stage sex in the fifth act. This however was
as nothing compared to some decadent Roman reworkings
of Euripides, Sophocles and other Greek playwrights.
There came a phase in the Roman Empire where
authenticity became very important. Although it was
possible to persuade slaves to enact the classic plays
in authentic blood and gore, a good actor would have a
short life. Oedipus could only be blinded once. So an
attempt had been made to reinterpret violent action by
sexual action, which stretched the physical resources of
slaves, allowed sufficient humiliation to satisfy the appetite
of the Roman audience and for those in the audience who
liked authenticity. Une’s knowledge of Greek and Latin
words for the anatomy and sex had improved remarkably.
It was not a total surprise when Chastity and Innocence
announced that they would be moving on. Chastity would
look for her black lover and she hoped that the two of them
would be reconciled. Innocence, however, had decided to
work for Christ and was going to live in a Convent. She
was assured that as she had no vagina and had therefore
never been penetrated there, she was technically a virgin
and could take such orders without any hypocrisy or deceit.
Chastity didn’t seem too pleased by her sister’s decision and
had even tried to persuade Une to intercede.
“I can’t bear the thought of having a nun for a sister,” she
complained.
Une, however, had a longer view on this. The point is to
keep looking. Not to find. To join a holy order is not the
last step of a journey of discovery, but possibly just the
first step of a new journey within a particular frame.
“Fuck that!” Chastity snorted uncharitably. “The sooner
my sister returns to her senses the better!”
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