Innocence Lost

by Bradley Stoke

  Purity also believed that Chastity treated her sister rather more as a reliable standby than as a true lover. She often bought home girls from the college to have sex with. There was an ever-changing series of girls (and very occasionally boys) who would be led by Chastity to her bedroom, the bathroom or would be found in the throes of passion in the living room. So many of them seemed to be very young. Much younger than any of the students that went to the college. On occasion, they seemed to be more children than consenting adults - particularly the occasional boy.

  Purity’s sympathies were always towards the lover Chastity brought back. They were often rather naïve and unsure of themselves. In fact, Purity was convinced that an unseemly high proportion of them were virgins. It upset her to think that for these girls their first experiences of sex should be with someone like Chastity who almost certainly the following day or the day after that would have sex with another person whom Purity had never seen before and would probably never see again. Some of the girls were quite clearly quite tearful and unhappy after their experience: one which Purity imagined they would be reluctant to in ever repeat.

  She could only guess what activities Chastity indulged with these young naïfs, but there was uncomfortable evidence left behind. The smell of urine in the bath where she’d taken them or even on the bed sheets. The traces of blood on the sheets, on the carpet or even just stubbornly left on Chastity’s thighs or on the dildos she often used. Some of these instruments of sexual pleasure seemed to be of quite cruel if impressive dimensions and even Purity after her years of fucking blanched at the idea of them entering her vagina or her anus, where she knew from the odd blood-stained stool left in the toilet by a tearful visitor they had been used.

  “Really, Chastity,” she one day rebuked her lover’s sister after yet another young girl had left. “Couldn’t you be a little more considerate?”

  She felt extremely sorry as the tear-stained face glimpsed her as she left through the door that Purity was entering. The girl was probably no more than eleven years old and had had some of her clothes rather torn by Chastity’s rough lovemaking.

  “What do you mean?” Chastity spat back, angry at being even mildly chastised.

  “The way you treated that girl! I saw how she was stroking her arse and I’m sure that’s piss I can smell.”

  “What’s it to you what I do with my lovers?”

  “I was just saying that I thought you ought to think more about the people you make love with. I’m sure they didn’t want to lose their virginity in such a brutal way.”

  Chastity snarled as she removed the slightly brown and red-stained dildo she had strapped to her otherwise naked body. “Firstly, what makes you think that little slut was a virgin? And secondly, even if she was who are you to say how she’d want to lose her virginity? And thirdly, I just don’t agree with you that I’m brutal.”

  “But, Chastity,” interceded Innocence, who appeared from the bedroom naked and with her penis still slightly erect after having made love to Purity. “You must admit that you’re a little brutal…”

  “Not at all!”

  “Well, you sometimes get pretty rough with me, and I’ve noticed you do get a little bit rough with your lovers.”

  “Are you siding with your black lover against me, Innocence?”

  “What do you mean, Chastity? Are you still bitter about Kedi leaving you?”

  “I don’t care what you and your hippy friend think. I’ll do … exactly … what I like!” With that Chastity span around with her dildo in one hand and marched straight into the living room where she turned on the television and watched a sex comedy which she’d normally have sneered at for being too tame, with the volume deliberately turned up loud.

  Purity’s criticism of Chastity marred the atmosphere in the flat from then on. Purity soon found that she rather preferred the days when Chastity had intervened in her lovemaking with Innocence. Instead, she became more possessive of her sister and frequently denied her of her lover’s caresses. She became more polite than friendly when she spoke to Purity and deliberately avoided allowing conversation to become more intimate. Even the occasions when Purity made a gesture of putting a hand on Chastity’s hand, in the hope that it would lead to an unfreezing of the coolness between them, were left uncommented and ignored. Eventually she had no choice but to remove her hand and wander away.

  Occasionally, Chastity made rude caustic statements. Some of these were about Purity’s perceived prudishness, where Chastity would pretend to seek her approval before taking another underage girl upstairs - “If it’s all right with you, of course, Purity?” Sometimes these were harsh comments about her being an old hippy with too much of a fondness for lentils, alternative living and never wearing clothes. Purity felt very vulnerable on this account, as she was still a vegetarian and definitely never wore clothes any clothes around the house. They still made her feel very uncomfortable. Some of Chastity’s comments were pure spiteful racism about her colour: such as references to not seeing her in the dark or not noticing if she were dirty or not. Considering that her lover for so long had also been black, it made Purity wonder if the object of her sarcasm was really herself.

  She knew she couldn’t stay for long in this atmosphere, and she was torn between her desire to leave Chastity and her desire to stay with Innocence. A compromise which she tried hard to persuade Innocence to accept was that when the vacation came she should come away with Purity to travel together. In the meantime, she treasured her moments of passion with Innocence on those nights when Chastity didn’t make first claim or drag her off (as she’d never done before) to become an active participant in the abuse of her young lovers.

  “Innocence, darling! I’m home!” Purity called out as she pushed open the door to the flat after another futile day of looking for work in the city of Labia. There was no reply. “Innocence!” she shouted again, wondering where her lover might be. She knew she wouldn’t be with Chastity as she’d seen her sister walking in town with one of her college friends. She pushed open the door to their bedroom to see Innocence in bed with another girl whose very red lipsticked mouth was oozing semen from Innocence’s penis that was thrust deep inside while Innocence was greedily lapping at her cunt.

  Purity had never seen this girl before, and her appearance was rather a shock to her. She was totally depilated. Her vagina was shaved, her head was shaved and even her eyebrows were shaved. This gave her a very odd appearance as there was nothing to delimit her forehead from her face. Purity stood at the door in a short skirt and white blouse she’d borrowed from Innocence as the two naked girls continued in their passionate lovemaking - the strange girl only noting her arrival with a disarmingly friendly smile. She stood there for several minutes not at all sure where to put herself, until Innocence saw her there and with a little gasp of embarrassment straightened herself up while the strange girl wrapped herself around her. She had very pale skin that highlighted the freckles around her nose and shoulders.

  “You’ve not met Twelve have you? She’s a friend we made when we were living in the country.”

  “Pleased to meet you,” said the girl smiling and still holding Innocence’s semi-erect penis covered as it was with the slime of her vagina. She leaned over with her free hand to shake Purity’s. “You must be Purity. Innocence has told me so much about you.”

  Twelve’s hand wandered upwards from Purity’s hand to her neck and then with a little force the skinny girl pulled her face down to her own, almost unbalancing her in the process. She pushed her tongue deep into Purity’s mouth and there was once again the familiar taste of Innocence’s semen mixed with Twelve’s saliva and some other more exotic tastes that Purity couldn’t easily identify. Within seconds Twelve and Innocence had stripped her of all her clothes and the three bundled together in a mass of black and white flesh. She relished the feel of her tongue on the slight stubble of Twelve’s crown and around her vagina. She appreciated the way Twelve persuaded Innocence’s penis to re
gain its previous glory and assisted her in thrusting it deep inside her cunt, while she licked and chewed her clitoris and the lips of her vagina.

  Purity was not happy about the way this girl had interposed herself so easily between her and Innocence, but she had to admit to actually rather liking this strange girl. She soon identified the sole piece of jewellery she wore, which was a small gold stud in her clitoris that felt so smooth and hard against her tongue and which Twelve adored having nibbled. She was also a welcome relief to the tension in the flat that continued between her and Chastity who nonetheless soon fixed her attention on Twelve when she came home. Purity was grateful for the distraction it provided Chastity as the two started sharing the same bed, leaving her with more time with Innocence.

  It was impossible to really dislike Twelve who was very fair and selfless with her lovemaking - paying more attention to giving pleasure than to receiving it, and the source of many of Purity’s more passionate orgasms these days. She enjoyed their evenings out together, away from Chastity and her stream of young lovers, either with Innocence or quite frequently without her, as she was so intent on her homework. Twelve was very chatty company who easily made more friends in Labia than Purity had ever done and rather more interesting company as well.

  She was a strange companion to be with: her lips so red and the rest of her so bare and hairless (an effect she achieved by the occasional waxing as well as by shaving). She wore an outfit of leather straps which pulled in on the contours of her buttocks and just about hid the lips of her vagina - although Purity was sure she could sometimes feel the stud of her clitoris as they groped together in the dark shadows of a night club or a pub. Her nipples appeared through the straps around her breasts that did nothing to disguise their smallness. On occasion she wore a collar around her neck that she was sure originally belonged to a large dog. She also affected to wear small fingerless leather gloves that didn’t protect her fingers from the stain of nicotine or cannabis she so habitually smoked. This last affectation was the one that disconcerted Purity the most as tobacco was almost totally banned in the commune (although most other drugs were not). The fumes sometimes made her feel positively unwell and she was always aware of the taste of it on Twelve’s tongue and around her stained teeth.

  Twelve also had a taste for the kind of sex games that Chastity practised and was quite pleased to participate where both Purity and Innocence had reservations. She was, however, somewhat more tender with Chastity’s young lovers than Innocence’s sister ever was. Although Purity always felt a measure of concern for the children or older girls that entered into their grasps, she noticed that they usually seemed less troubled afterwards (even if Chastity sometimes looked dissatisfied). It was reassuring to see Twelve kissing them tenderly goodbye, sometimes for several minutes, before they left. Some of the sex games Chastity and Twelve practised had an element of perversion in them, Purity was sure. There was sometimes a dribble of urine on Twelve’s hairless thighs or even down her face. Sometimes there was even the odd scratch or bruise to be found somewhere or other on Twelve’s body - perhaps more visible in contrast to the paleness of her skin and the slight impression of blue veins on her high cheeks. Twelve only laughed when Innocence or Purity commented about it. She never gave a full account of her activities with Chastity - and Purity didn’t really wish to know, either.

  When Twelve discovered Purity’s plan to leave with Innocence during her vacation to travel around the country, she positively bubbled with enthusiasm. At first, Purity was worried that this meant that she wanted to come as well, which was not what was really intended. Purity had hoped to spend more time alone with Innocence, well away from what she perceived as the malign influence of her sister, but Twelve had somehow come to the same conclusion herself.

  “Don’t worry, I’ll look after Chastity!” She commented. “It’ll be such fun to have the flat all to ourselves!”

  However, she was very eager to describe places to visit, things to do, delicacies to eat and customs to be wary of. Purity looked forward to the vacation as if she was the one who was the student having a well-deserved break.

  Twelve persuaded Purity to shave off her own pubic hair which made her groin feel quite vulnerable and tender, but undoubtedly added a new sensation to her lovemaking as she could better feel Innocence’s pubic hairs stroke against her bare skin. She didn’t enjoy the itchiness that pertained after more than a day’s growth, but she felt it was a small price to pay for the new sensitivity she gained. However, Twelve couldn’t persuade her to dress more like her or her friends. And she wouldn’t shave her head or eyebrows either. She just wasn’t convinced that it would suit her.

  Chastity also changed her appearance, but like Purity she stopped short at shaving her head or eyebrows, but did adopt a costume of straps like Twelve’s, though hers were of plastic, lycra or lace. This made her look both younger and older than she actually was - but Purity didn’t think it made her look any more attractive.

  XIX

  In Which Alice rediscovers Innocence and learns the virtues of Purity; in which Innocence and Purity are shown in the practise of religious devotion; and in which Innocence leaves Chastity and Purity loses Innocence.

  The fruition of all plans is often much less than the ambitions associated with their formulation, and so it was with the vacation that Purity had planned together with Innocence. They had scarcely been away a day when over a drink in a café that was near the hostel they were staying at they found themselves scaling down their plans to much more manageable proportions for the time available. It was then that Innocence suggested that they should visit her friend Alice whom she’d not seen for a long time.

  “I’ve always been a bit nervous visiting her, because she didn’t really get on very well with Chastity,” she exclaimed.

  “Who does?” bitterly commented Purity.

  “That’s a bit unfair,” Innocence said in her sister’s defence, but significantly not contradicting the assertion.

  It was a couple of days later that Purity and Innocence arrived at Alice’s house, wearing robust shoes, shorts and tee-shirts. Alice lived in a part of the country that Purity had never visited before, but it was very suburban and quiet. She enjoyed the leafy greenness of it all, but she didn’t relish at all the stares she got as she walked along. She wasn’t sure it was because there weren’t many young women her age so relatively lightly clad or if it was because she was the only black face around. Alice’s home was a quite dilapidated terraced cottage in a quite anonymous street. A red telephone box stood in front of her house by a row of quite old cars composed in equal measure of rust and metal. Alice, herself, when she opened the door was completely naked, which seemed very unusual in this town, with long hair down to her waist that obscured her small breasts but not her light covering of pubic hair. When she saw Purity there with Innocence, she started as if in a kind of shock.

  “You! Is it you?” she cried.

  Purity wasn’t sure what to say, but she smiled broadly.

  “Hello, Alice! I hope you don’t mind us turning up unannounced like this,” said Innocence. “Meet Purity. A good friend of mine who I’ve known from school.”

  “Oh! Purity! A school friend!” Alice remarked. “Well, come in. Come in. I’m sorry I seemed so startled. I just thought Purity was someone else.”

  “You mean, you thought she was Kedi?” suggested Innocence, as she and her lover brought their bags into the small narrow hallway.

  “I’m afraid you’re right,” Alice admitted.

  The house inside was decorated quite well, with thick wallpaper, framed pictures of cats and other animals and rather a lot of mirrors. Alice escorted them into her living room, where Purity and Innocence sat on the sofa, while she busied herself with making some tea.

  “I hope you don’t mind us staying for a couple of days, Alice?” asked Innocence. “It’s so long since we last met and I don’t want to appear to be imposing on your hospitality at all.”

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sp; “That’s fine!” smiled Alice. “I’m quite grateful for visitors. It can sometimes get quite lonely, you know, living by oneself.”

  “Don’t you share the house with Dinah?”

  “No, not any more. And I can’t say I regret that at all. For all I love my sister, I feel so much happier without her around. And in any case it was beginning to get very strained the two of us living on top of each other. I could hardly feel I had a life of my own. And, as you know, there are other things that complicate matters.”

  “Yes, there are,” agreed Innocence sadly. Purity couldn’t be sure as she sat on the sofa sipping the tea Alice had prepared whether her lover was reflecting on her troubled relationship with her own sister, but she was quite convinced that she was.

  “Did you and your sister part on good terms?” wondered Purity.

  “What a question!” laughed Innocence embarrassedly.

  “Well, not totally,” admitted Alice. “And being apart does have its disadvantages. It’s a lot more expensive for a start. And I don’t get to meet all of Dinah’s friends so often. But all in all it’s much better. I feel much more independent. And I’m sure we get on better together than we used to.”

  The three girls spent a long time chatting and reminiscing, sitting quite a distance apart on separate chairs. Purity felt constrained by politeness because she knew that Alice and Innocence had a relationship together in the past and would almost certainly like to spend time together. She also realised that both girls were less than totally forthcoming and would wait almost indefinitely for the other to take the initiative. She could catch the odd glance from the two girls’ eyes that told her that it was merely a question of finding the right opportunity and all would be well. She knew she shouldn’t feel such an encumbrance, but she was certain that if she weren’t there it would be easier for all concerned.