Innocence Lost

by Bradley Stoke

  Gryphon didn’t know what to say. She looked up at Chastity’s naked body, with her red-ribboned plaits just reaching her shoulders and still glistening with drops of water from the shower. She tried to articulate something, but Chastity bade her quiet with a forefinger to her mouth.

  “You have such a beautiful body, you know,” she commented, placing her hands on Gryphon’s shoulders as she sat below her on the matting. “Those triceps and biceps. All those curves and crevices. And such a lovely firm stomach. And so smooth! Almost to your tiny furry patch…” She kneeled down in front of her teacher and placed a hand on Gryphon’s pubic hair and started stroking. “May I?” she asked, tweaking Gryphon’s clitoris in her fingers. Her teacher could only nod.

  And so it was that Gryphon struck up a sexual and romantic attachment to Chastity - the first time with a ward on almost equal terms. She wasn’t able to maintain the status of superiority by rank and age that she managed so easily with other charges. Chastity was not in the slightest impressed by that - although she commented that she now knew how to improve her grades without studying. When Gryphon asked jealously whether this meant she was having sex with her other teachers, Chastity only smiled. Gryphon needn’t have asked though, because she knew from conversations with her colleagues that almost all her male teachers and at least one other female teacher also had sex with the girl. Her sexual promiscuity had given her quite a reputation in the school - but so many had received pleasure from her that she wasn’t at all censured for it.

  Chastity assured Gryphon that she was her favourite lover at the moment. She loved her body, with its mixture of feminine curves - the narrow waist, the full breasts, her little girl lost face - and masculine contours. She loved the firmness and strength of Gryphon’s muscular thighs that could grip so tight they could squeeze all the breath out of her. And the muscles that Gryphon had trained in her pubic region and her buttocks that she could use to stimulate their lovemaking.

  Chastity’s sister, Innocence, remained a mystery to Gryphon. Although Chastity talked about her, she never mentioned anything about her sex life or sexual predilections. She heard that quite a while ago she had left home abandoning her education, and that now both she and Chastity were assiduously recommencing their education from where they’d left off. She was convinced by the sisters’ kisses and caresses that the two of them enjoyed frequent sex with each. Often their sexual relations were made more than clear to her as the two might kiss tongue to tongue while Gryphon was looking on, but she never saw the two indulge in genital intimacy. Perhaps Chastity knew, as Gryphon belatedly realised, that her affection for Chastity had become a jealous love, and more than the thought of her beloved having sex with others made her feel distinctly upset.

  XVII

  In Which Gryphon purchases affection and gains a little satisfaction; the provision of Chastity to those willing to pay; and Gryphon’s discovery of the hidden virtues of Innocence.

  Despite the rewards of her affair with Chastity, Gryphon still didn’t feel that her sex life was wholly satisfactory. She acutely felt the insecurity of having a relationship with a girl who had so many different partners and made no pretence otherwise. She looked for another outlet for her sexual needs, and thought she may have found it in the district near her town-centre house, which was famed, for its streetwalkers and prostitution. She often passed the roads where the girls, transvestites and transsexuals paraded themselves for sexual services at all times of the day and night.

  The prostitutes dressed in all manner of revealing clothes. Stockings, suspenders, garters, basques and even total nudity - but however they dressed, by tradition they kept their groins displayed. This was partly for reasons of identification, as someone so prominently displaying his or her pubic region (often blatantly thrusting it forward!) was quite likely to be selling it as a commodity. It also was a very handy way of being sure of the gender of the particular prostitute as some of the most feminine prostitutes, with quite substantial breasts and good figures, were in fact endowed with penises. Gryphon quite admired the dedication shown by these men towards changing their sex, as it matched the dedication she had towards building up her own figure - albeit in the opposite direction. Some of the younger prostitutes - and these were the ones to whom Gryphon was particularly enamoured - were of ambiguous gender for quite different reasons. It was the lack of gender signals that their undeveloped bodies advertised that meant it was advisable to take a good look at what they had between their legs.

  Despite the muscularity of her frame, Gryphon was undoubtedly a woman even though the clothes she wore consisted mostly of track suits or other sportswear. As a result, Gryphon was never approached by any of the prostitutes as she walked home, which she felt was a great shame. She often pleaded to them in her imagination to turn their bodies towards her, flash their cunt or penis, smile welcomingly and ask her whether she fancied a fuck. They never did, as their custom was entirely composed of men, who guiltily walked up and down the street, furtively glancing at the women as they deliberated just whom they wanted to fuck. And those that were not walking, were cruising slowly along in their cars while the prostitutes waited to run towards any car that slowed down sufficiently or actually stopped.

  Gryphon tried to pick up courage to pick up a girl, but something about the sordid activity rather disturbed her. She thought of it partly as an admission of her failure to obtain a fully satisfactory sex life, and partly she felt that it was an unsightly exploitation of her own sex. But on a drizzly day when there were fewer punters and the prostitutes were openly cutting their prices to generate any business at all, she approached a young oriental girl - perhaps only eleven years old - with a proposition. The child was one whom Gryphon had often lusted after as she passed by, feeling great sadness when she saw the girl leading off one or two men with their hands groping around the smooth vagina she showed beneath her white blouse. The child was quite gauche as she stood there, thrusting out her smooth unshaven wares, and today she was wearing a see-through raincoat that didn’t obscure at all her blouse or her smooth crotch while she held up a pretty little umbrella to keep the drizzle off her face.

  The girl was more than a little amazed to be approached by a woman - especially one with a physique like Gryphon’s, - but she nervously smiled and wordlessly led Gryphon along the dark damp streets to her home, which was on the eleventh floor of a tower block. Gryphon felt increasingly uncomfortable as they mounted the urine-smelling steps past graffiti with phrases like We Don’t Give A Fuck!, Niggers Keep Out! and Kevin Sucks Boys’ Dicks! However, they eventually reached the girl’s home which was one of several doors on a balcony looking over an identical building opposite, in front of which there was a constant drip drip of rain coming off the roof and through holes in the plastic guttering.

  The girl opened the door with a series of keys and took Gryphon along a very dingy hallway littered with children’s toys and motorcycle parts to her room which betrayed all the evidence of a girl more keen on pop stars and computer games than on sex with middle-aged men (or for that matter well-built woman P.E. teachers) Gryphon could see that this was not the sort of girl who would ever have been privileged enough to enrol at the Topless Girls’ School, and quite unlikely to get the chances in life that her pupils had. Sex with strangers for money at eleven years of age was of quite a different order to having sex with your teacher in the hope of better grades. As the girl silently removed her few clothes and hung them on the threadbare upholstery of a single chair, Gryphon could hear the sound of the television coming from the living room intermingled with the whine of a young child and the yell of a frustrated mother. She could also hear the constant thumping noise of a stereo system from the flat above, but she had no way of distinguishing what the music might be from its insistent bass rhythm.

  Although Gryphon was very practised in sex with children, this was quite a novel experience to her. It was both sordid and in a novel way very erotic. She hated herself for it after she’d guilti
ly paid for the sex with an extra note on top of those she’d agreed to (for which the girl was pathetically grateful). On the other hand this sampling of a world of degradation and disgust was curiously satisfying. Gryphon quite enjoyed the fact that what she was getting was paid services - like having her car serviced, or having a haircut, or getting her clothes dry-cleaned. There was no emotional baggage to carry around, though she felt a certain amount of sympathy for the girl she’d spent more than an hour licking, kissing and finally entering physically with the dildo she’d especially brought for the purpose. The fact that the girl bled from the violence of her sexual activity seemed curiously distant from the real world of sensation. She was, after all, only a prostitute.

  Gryphon’s discovery of paid sex became a secret passion. She didn’t feel able to discuss it with anyone. Not with Chastity. Not with Innocence. And certainly not with her colleagues. Had she still been teaching at the Topless Girls’ School she’d probably have confessed it to her headmistress, knowing that in some peculiar perverse way she’d have fully approved her behaviour and would have total sympathy. However, for the prostitutes parading Kingsway she became quite a frequent sight - especially at the hours when there was least chance of being spotted by any of her colleagues or students.

  At first, she concentrated on her main passion - which was for little girls - but she felt that with so much variety on offer, she could afford to diversify (and in the competitive cut-throat environment in which they plied their trade their services were quite affordable). She enjoyed the sexual attention of young boys, transsexuals, pregnant women, all sorts. In many cases, she got a privileged view of the prostitutes’ homes, which were often rather less well appointed than that of the oriental girl with the raincoat. Sometimes they were filthy squats and the sex took place on soiled mattresses lying on bare and filthy floorboards with the sound of echoing conversation coming from other empty rooms. Sometimes they were in tool-sheds, made to look like bedrooms but with only just about enough room for Gryphon and the prostitute to lie down with their feet banging against the splinters of the door. The worst was when the prostitute had nowhere to take Gryphon - and she’d already agreed to her services - and it was sex standing up in a backyard or a deserted alley-way, with their feet covered in litter and the wind lapping around her bare arse.

  Gryphon knew that the prostitutes had mixed feeling about providing their services for a woman rather than a man. On the one hand, Gryphon took much longer to satisfy than a man who could usually be expected to be relieved of his semen within five minutes. On the other hand, sex with Gryphon didn’t necessarily entail either vaginal or anal sex, and some of the more chatty prostitutes told her that often a girl’s cunt needed a bit of a rest. Gryphon could scarcely agree, but she was aware that her purchase of their services provided the girls with unsuspected variety.

  One night as Gryphon was cruising Kingsway, she was rather taken by the distant sight of one girl with her hair in ponytails, wearing a demure blouse and socks, - but her vagina, as always, very prominently displayed. This attracted her partly because of her own tastes, but also because here was a girl she’d never seen on display before. She was clearly very open with her offers, leaning out and flashing her cunt boldly at every man who passed by.

  However, it came as rather a shock when she approached nearer to see that this prostitute was someone extremely familiar to her. She was, in fact, Chastity, whom Gryphon had never imagined as someone who’d ever find the need to sell herself in this way. From her visits to Chastity’s flat, she’d been rather more impressed by the relative comfort in which she and her sister lived. She hesitated, intending to turn round so that Chastity wouldn’t recognise her - but it was too late.

  “Hi there!” Chastity called out cheerfully, wandering towards her. “Off home are you?”

  “Well, yes,” lied Gryphon who’d really been searching for more paid-for pleasure, but still didn’t want to confess to her nocturnal habits. “What are you doing here?”

  “What do you think?” Chastity laughed, hitting her gently on the shoulder. “Us students have got to do something to afford our education.”

  “Does Innocence do this as well?” wondered Gryphon.

  “Innocence? I shouldn’t think so. She’d be terrified if she were confronted with a strange man. And I don’t do this that often - but when I do… It’s real good money! Hey, need the fuck of a lifetime?”

  This last was addressed to a short middle-aged man in an anorak who was passing by. He was one of the punters that Gryphon had often seen wandering by. He paused in his stride and nervously examined her.

  “How much?”

  When Chastity answered his question, he nodded and Chastity put her arm through his. “I’ll take you somewhere for a fuck you won’t easily forget.”

  Gryphon was about to melt away, feeling more than a little upset to see her lover selling herself so cheap (although it was for a little more than she usually needed to pay), but Chastity grabbed her by the arm. “Come along, lover, this’ll be fun!”

  The client didn’t appear to object at all as Chastity walked along, linking Gryphon on one arm and him on the other. Gryphon felt dragged along by events and didn’t say a word, even as her lover put her arm round her waist. Chastity chatted all the while with the client to ascertain what his particular sexual preferences were and promised to be able to provide all he wanted and more for the extra costs which she specified in clinical detail. Gryphon’s thoughts concentrated on just where it might be that Chastity might be leading her - her lover didn’t live anywhere near this district and she was sure she wasn’t someone who would use a backyard or a patch of grass for a fuck.

  In this she was right as Chastity led the two of them to a quite nice small house tucked away down a private road more noted for its herbaceous borders than its brothels. She unlinked her arm from Gryphon’s and rang the doorbell. After only a few seconds the door was opened by a girl Gryphon recognised from the school but didn’t actually teach. She was a shy, very skinny girl with blonde plaits and wearing jeans and tee-shirt.

  “Oh, it’s you again! It’s the fourth time this evening. If Mummy were here…”

  “But she isn’t,” smiled Chastity. “Let us in.”

  The girl obeyed, eyeing Gryphon suspiciously as they walked through the porch into a wide hallway. This was quite unlike the kind of house Gryphon usually was escorted into, and she could see that Chastity’s client was also very impressed.

  “I haven’t managed to clean up since the last one…” reproved the girl, leading the three of them on to a bedroom plastered with posters of film-stars and in which a compact disc was playing some inappropriately frantic dance music.

  “You’ll get your percentage, Camille. And you can get to watch again,” Chastity replied, methodically guiding the client to the bed and pulling down his trousers. His penis was standing fully erect and he was clearly rather enjoying being in the company of so many women. Chastity pushed his trousers down below his knees, while running the fingers of her other hand up and down the length of his prick. “You can watch as well, Gryphon, sweetest.”

  Gryphon felt she had very little choice as she sat down on the floor under a travel poster while the girl who owned the room sat frowning but unprotesting on her chair. She watched bemused as Chastity lay on her back - not taking any more clothes off and guided the man’s penis into her cunt. For the next few minutes, Gryphon and she watched in fascinated silence, with the empty space filled with the ecstatic shouts and cries of the singers on the compact disc, while the client pushed in and out of her cunt, his buttocks heaving towards them. Uncharacteristically, Chastity made no cries of pleasure as he continued his thrusts.

  It wasn’t too long until he gasped hard and fast and, presumably having released his sperm, he collapsed on top of Chastity’s body. Gryphon’s lover lay there smiling cheekily at Gryphon and Camille, and then whispered into the man’s ear. Whatever it was she said, he appeared to agree to and
also to whatever the cost of it was.

  He then stood up and so did Chastity, who approached Gryphon and lifted her up by her shoulders. “I told him that you were my teacher,” she said by way of explanation as she unzipped Gryphon’s tracksuit.

  Chastity’s teacher felt unable to protest as her clothes were steadily removed, and she appeared naked in front of Chastity’s client and Camille. She found her clitoris being exercised and soon surrendered herself to the familiar warmth of her lover’s body. The sex this time was considerably more ecstatic and Gryphon was able to observe the client masturbating furiously - clearly unsettling Camille who nevertheless sat in stunned silence. Her lovemaking was rather disturbed when she felt some droplets of warm liquid dropping on to her broad back as her muscles were rippling with the tensions of lovemaking. Startled, she turned her head, not too surprised to see the client’s penis spurting long streams of semen over her and her lover.

  When he’d released his semen, Chastity unceremoniously halted the lovemaking, and led the client downstairs leaving Gryphon and Camille alone in the bedroom. Gryphon was exhausted and felt somewhat filthy. Camille looked at her with a long melancholy stare that fit very well with her long thin face. Gryphon felt obliged to say something to comfort the girl - fighting her own desire to take the girl’s jeans off and to apply her tongue to her young cunt.

  “Does Chastity often come here?” she asked weakly, leaning forward on her broad forearms.

  Camille made no reply, so Gryphon repeated the question.

  “It’s the fourth time this evening,” Camille replied. “The fourth dirty disgusting man! And the third evening Chastity’s done this…”

  Gryphon realised belatedly that the girl felt quite understandably exploited, and she also knew that she couldn’t really say anything that could either justify Chastity’s behaviour or even comfort her. Furthermore, her own participation rather compromised herself as an independent witness.