“Just because Mummy’s not here! What would she think if she saw those horrible men fucking on my bed? I’ll have to put all the sheets in the washing machine - and Mummy’ll wonder why I’ve got so clean and tidy all of a sudden!” Camille pushed a hand over her forehead and through her hair. “Never again. Never again.”
Chastity appeared again, counting a number of notes. “He thought you were great, Gryphon!” she announced cheerfully handing her a couple of notes. She then knelt down in front of Camille and took the trembling girl in her arms. “…And Camille, sweetest, my dearest love, you are so wonderful! Only someone as beautiful, as kind, as understanding, as you could help me in my time of need!”
She handed the girl a couple of notes and showered her face with kisses. Gryphon could see that here was yet another of Chastity’s conquests, whom she’d presumably decided was worth getting to know better for the accommodation she offered. She also felt a burning flush of envy as she watched Chastity passionately kiss Camille full on the mouth and massage her small young breasts under the tee-shirt.
When Chastity had at last finished, it was clear that Camille had sufficiently forgiven her for her exploitation to want rather more lovemaking, but Chastity was not ready to oblige.
“I’d best show my teacher home,” she said with a smile.
“Can’t you stay?” pleaded Camille.
“Your Mum’s due home soon, isn’t she?” smiled Chastity by way of explanation. She led Gryphon away after she’d put her track suit back on and as she walked out she softly commented: “I wondered if I’d ever be able to get away from her…”
“Sorry?” wondered Gryphon.
“Camille,” explained Chastity, opening the front door and leading them out into the street. “She’s so possessive!”
“Possessive?” Gryphon felt fairly possessive herself about her errant lover. “How did you get to know her?”
“How do you think? I’m her first lover as well! But I really don’t want to get tied down with a wimp like her. She thinks that I’ll give her another session - but she was so boring! Not like you, darling!” She squeezed Gryphon’s muscular buttocks. “You’re a real lover! Shall we go back to your place?”
Gryphon felt thoroughly helpless and completely manipulated, but she nodded. “Yes, I’d enjoy that,” she admitted sadly.
The fact that Gryphon lived so close to the main drag where the prostitutes hung out was seen as a great boon to Chastity who took very little time in persuading her teacher to let her use her flat to bring her clients back. At first Gryphon made an effort to be in whenever Chastity announced that she’d be back for a night of business - but she didn’t enjoy it at all. She didn’t relish watching her student lover being fucked on what was admittedly her spare bed but one on which she herself had sex occasionally. She had again tried, but really didn’t derive much joy from, participating in the lovemaking. She’d never found men that attractive at the best of times, and precious few of Chastity’s clients could ever be described by even the most charitable as attractive. The saddest aspect, Gryphon thought, was their total lack of imagination in their lovemaking combined with some very sad fantasies that said more about a self-recognition of their inadequacies - and not only in sexual matters - than it did about the potentials of sexual adventure.
Gryphon found she preferred to find an excuse to get away while Chastity was servicing her clients and pick up a prostitute for her own purposes for which she would gladly pay more to extend the period of lovemaking. This activity though was palling quite rapidly as Gryphon found herself imagining the girls she was fucking or sucking were just girls like Chastity. And then the painful thoughts of her lover lying on her spare bed with her legs open while a hairy-arsed man thrust his buttocks back and forth and looking rather apathetically at something immeasurably more fascinating in the design of the lampshade.
Gryphon soon avoided inviting Chastity to her flat. She felt that her relationship was already petering out not very long after it had started and that her favours to Chastity had fast become more akin to the financial gain she got from Chastity’s services (which barely covered the costs of the prostitutes she’d be using in the meantime). Chastity must have realised this, as she became rather more insistent that Gryphon should visit her.
“I think it’s about time I properly introduced you to Innocence,” she announced to Gryphon one day, after her (it seemed) eleventh client that night.
Gryphon thought she knew what her student meant by this. It was just a euphemistic way of describing having sex with Chastity’s sister - which she looked forward to immensely having been very much won over by the girl’s beauty, her modesty and the suggestion she somehow imparted of being a very passionate lover.
She could see though that Innocence hadn’t herself suggested the idea when she went to Chastity’s flat to fulfil her lover’s promise. The girl wasn’t as excited by the prospect as Chastity so clearly was and seemed to find endless excuses to delay going to bed with Gryphon and her sister. This was even after Gryphon and Chastity had long since stripped off their clothes and had enjoyed nearly an hour of lovemaking together, watched by Innocence sitting on a sofa sipping the last glass of wine left from the bottle Gryphon had brought along with her for the occasion. Gryphon felt almost embarrassed by the hugeness of her muscular frame, the broadness of her back, the leanness of her stomach and the prominence of the veins in her arms. It seemed somehow so indelicate compared to the softness of Innocence’s sweet little body.
Finally, and after some cajoling from Chastity, Innocence agreed to disrobe. Gryphon’s heart skipped a beat as she examined the pure round orbs of Innocence’s full breasts, the perfectly formed aureate nipples, the slender waist, the smooth thighs - so beautifully proportioned: young and slim and firm. However the palpitations of her heart were as nothing to the near asphyxiation she felt when Innocence was persuaded to pull down the silk knickers she’d left until last and revealed a perfectly formed and now semi-erect penis. How could such a beautiful girl be so divinely blessed? Gryphon asked herself while Chastity took full advantage of Gryphon’s sexual excitement and buried almost the whole of her fist into Gryphon’s muscular vulva. She felt close to fainting as Innocence strode across the room towards her sister and teacher, her beautiful figure exactly like her dearest fantasies of beautiful women but carrying nonetheless a perfectly formed penis standing erect in front of her just waiting for Gryphon to put her mouth around.
And this she did, after Chastity had shown her that Innocence’s penis didn’t reject the advances of her sister’s lips and tongue. She traced her tongue around the moist full-veined length of it, felt the glans prod gently against the top of her palate and then slide (so smoothly!) down her throat releasing that smell of male sex that Gryphon had never really appreciated so favourably before. She let her tongue wander around the hairs of the testicles, letting one hard ball into her mouth and nibbled gently while watching the frisson of pleasure it gave to the long length of unsheathed penis.
It wasn’t unsheathed for long, as Chastity opened her legs and allowed her sister’s prick full entry first into her vagina and then, when it was fully moistened the anus Gryphon had been prodding earlier with her middle finger and lapping it avidly with her tongue. And then it was Gryphon’s turn as Chastity helped her sister move her erect penis into … no! not that! … straight into her arse without first priming her vagina. Then as Gryphon was experiencing a series of more rapid and intense orgasms than she could remember - her eyes nearly popping out of their sockets, her tongue raw from the bites of her own tongue, her nose releasing snot from its own confused intensity - there came the feel of the entry of a far firmer and much larger phallus in her vagina. It was, inevitably, Chastity who had taken a large dildo - easily eighteen inches long - and was forcing it into Gryphon’s front entrance as deeply as she could.
Gryphon gasped and shouted and yelled and screamed as the intensity of the penetration reached to the core of her being,
threatened to tear her heart out from the muscular frame in which it was restrained and as her tongue throbbed with dehydration. She flung herself forward with exhaustion and lay flat on Innocence’s sheets - a mass of rippling muscle and smooth hard skin, buttocks rippling with tension and her massively strong hands gripping tightly at the corners of the sheet, threatening to tear the entire bed in half.
After this, Gryphon saw rather less of her student and her sister. She sensed that this lovemaking - in all its intensity and passion - was not so much a prelude for more to come but rather the final and most intense phase of a relationship that left Gryphon feeling rather more soiled than satisfied. She continued to teach Chastity and on occasion the two of them would make love in neutral territory. Never again at Gryphon’s flat nor that of the two sisters. More often in the gym after school or in the quieter corners of the playing field. She didn’t make love to Innocence again. She felt rather frightened to do so. The natural unrequested assets of Innocence conflicted too much with her own pursuit of self-built perfection and she felt that the full woman’s figure that the girl had departed too far from her first passion, which was still for the younger girl’s body.
This was after all why she had first taken up the profession of teaching.
XVIII
In Which Purity is reconciled with Innocence; Purity is separated from Chastity; and Purity appreciates the value of Twelve, but is displeased by the association with Chastity.
Purity hadn’t seen Innocence for such a long time, and she was very pleased when she heard that she and her sister had left Wonderground. She’d never cared to visit a place with such a poor reputation for racial discrimination, so it was with rather more enthusiasm than might otherwise have been the case she took the train from Brook to the city of Labia where Innocence was studying at the Further Education College. As the train travelled along, passing the fields and forests that divided Brook from the suburbs of Labia, Purity toyed with the idea of returning to education herself, but reasoned she was having rather too much fun being free and single.
She’d left the commune. She’d had quite enough of lentil-burgers and nut-loafs, and had been staying in a friend’s flat in the village of Noir, but when she received such a welcoming and chatty letter from Innocence telling her about her life since leaving Brook it would have taken a great deal to dissuade her from setting off to be reunited with her old schoolfriend. She reluctantly put on some clothes for the journey - basically being just a pair of cut-off denim shorts, large air-ware soled boots and a rucksack over her shoulders containing all the possessions she ever thought worth taking around with her. Since leaving the commune, she’d bit by bit abandoned the styles she’d adopted there: she now had her hair cut very short (not quite shaved off) and she started shaving her legs again - and had recently even started shaving under her armpits. She enjoyed the fresh feeling it gave her - but she still didn’t feel inclined to shave her vagina like so many other girls were doing these days.
When she arrived at Labia Central, she was aware of being rather earlier than she promised Innocence when she phoned up earlier. She dragged her rucksack behind her and wandered around the platform looking for something interesting to do. She had absolutely ages to kill, and the newsagents seemed to sell nothing of the remotest interest to her. She put a few coins into a vending machine to receive some tasteless coffee in a plastic cup (totally against the principles of the commune who’d oppose the waste of plastic not to mention the dangerous influence of caffeine). She then wandered into the waiting room to wait for Innocence, this being the rendezvous point that they’d previously decided on.
Purity wasn’t the only one in the waiting room. A man and woman were locked in a passionate embrace in the corner just by the waiting room gas-fire and just under a poster featuring a naked man fellating another man that advertised the wonders of express delivery services. Purity opened up the newspaper that she’d bought for her outward-bound journey, and returned reluctantly with a sigh to the crossword she’d all but abandoned earlier. However as often happened, she managed to finally crack one of the stubborn clues on which so many other solutions relied and in a spate of activity she knocked off several other clues. She was engrossed for several minutes, but her attention was aroused by the familiar sounds of ecstatic gasps and heavy breathing. She peered over her newspaper to see that the couple had rather departed from their more innocent canoodling and the man was in the process of fucking the woman quite openly, with her legs wrapped around his waist. Even in Brook, openly making love in such public places was not considered particularly tasteful, and Purity watched in some fascination as the two became wholly immersed in the intensity of their passion.
She noticed Innocence hurrying along the platform towards the waiting room, obviously aware that she’d inadvertently arrived rather late. With some relief, Purity deposited her newspaper in a wastepaper bin, and dashed out of the waiting room to meet her old school friend again. She had grown her hair a lot longer since she’d left the Convent, Purity noted. It was now she, not Innocence, who had the much shorter hair. It was long and flowed over her shoulders, a white tee-shirt worn over her voluptuous breasts, a short flared white skirt and white knee-length socks. Innocence looked every part the quality of what her name suggested. She ran over to Purity and pulled her friend’s black body against her chest, and once again there was the beautiful reassuring smell of her long hair on Purity’s face. The two girls kissed long and hard, their tongues deep inside each other’s mouths. Purity grasped at Innocence’s breasts under the tee-shirt while her lover massaged the round fullness of her buttocks. Purity could feel the hardness of Innocence’s erect penis pressing against her side through the lines of her skirt.
“Who gives a shit?” thought Purity as, from a sudden urge, she guided Innocence out of sight of most of the platform, and pulled down her shorts while at the same time freeing Innocence’s penis from the confines of her knickers. It was as beautiful as she’d remembered it: erect and smooth, veins frantically pumping in the blood and standing out distinctly. Warm and hard! Throbbing and firm! Within seconds, Purity guided it into her moist and appreciative cunt, giving a gasp of involuntary pleasure as it slid into her. (Oooh! So easily!) Innocence then thrust away at Purity, her buttocks hidden from sight by her skirt, with a pair of shorts lying at her feet and a poster supporting her heaving arse just behind, that advertised the many delightful places that could be so easily reached by train.
Eventually - and too soon, thought Purity - the passion of the moment exploded in a release of hot semen that gushed free of Purity’s hairy cunt and dripped down onto her now smoothly shaven thighs where it could easily be seen against the darkness of her skin. With a bit of postcoital haste, the two of them straightened themselves up before heading to the flat that Innocence and her sister were renting near the college.
Labia was a town full of students - university, art school, seminary, technical college and academy students. Purity felt distinctly inferior in her lack of education as she passed the colleges that lined the main streets. She was also impressed by the sisters’ apartment. Where had they got the money together to afford such a nice flat? And full of so many expensive things! After her voluntarily Spartan life in the commune, she felt rather overwhelmed by the computers, videos, stereos, luxurious furniture, etcetera, that filled their home.
“Student grants must be extremely generous!” Purity gasped as she settled down on the sofa opposite Chastity who had hair nearly as short as her own, wore a very tight short skirt and black silk stockings.
“Not at all!” Innocence’s sister replied. “Most students don’t know how they can manage at all.”
“But you live in such luxury!” Purity remarked as she sank into the deep recesses of an armchair which simply by virtue of being covered in leather would never be permitted in the commune.
“I don’t know how we do it,” Innocence admitted, as she sat on the arm of the chair and ran her hands up and down her
schoolfriend’s bare arms. “I think it must have something to do with the part-time evening work that Chastity does. And, as I told you in my letters, we made a lot of money while we were still in Wonderground.”
“It’s wonderful here!” enthused Purity, leaning against Innocence’s bare breasts and feeling the nipple brush against her cheek. “It’s perfect!”
Purity had never been very fond of Chastity when they went to the same school and despite her intentions of being more charitable towards the sister of her school-day lover she felt no great affection towards her now. While at school, Purity had felt that her lack of feeling for the girl had been from some kind of jealousy, but now she knew she had some quite genuine reasons for her dislike. Partly this was from the discovery she made fairly soon of the sisters’ incestuous relationship.
It wasn’t that she was especially prudish, though it was an activity she’d never dream of indulging in with either her brother or sister. Rather it was more her belief that Innocence was very much the exploited partner in a relationship in which Chastity had taken advantage of the closeness they’d had from birth. She got rather irritated by the occasions when Chastity intervened in her lovemaking with Innocence and insisted that her sister fuck her at least as hard as she’d previously been fucking Purity.
It was true that Innocence got pleasure out of the lovemaking, though Purity was sure that she’d never seen her instigate it and always seemed rather apologetic as she entered her sister’s ever-waiting cunt. She and Innocence might be having a most glorious fuck - she’d be lost in the waves of her passion with trickles of her own vaginal juices mixing with earlier semen released by her lover, - when suddenly she’d find that there was an interloper with her mouth around Innocence’s balls, licking the length of her glorious penis or locking her mouth with Innocence’s. There, as always, was Chastity getting quite obvious pleasure from the power she was able to exert over her sister.
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