Innocence Lost Ch. 18

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 traveled 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 school-friend. 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 though worth taking around with her. On leaving the commune, she'd also bit by bit abandoned the styles she'd adopted there: she now had her hair cut very short (not quite shaved off) and she'd 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'd promised Innocence when she'd phoned up earlier. She dragged her rucksack out 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 advertising 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 was brought to attention 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 waste-paper 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 knee-length socks, which were also white. 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 with a sudden urge she guided Innocence and herself 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 her, advertising 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 they could be easily seen against the darkness of her skin. With a bit of post-coital 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' flat. 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!" gasped Purity as she sank into the deep recesses of an armchair which simply by virtue of being covered in leather would never have been permitted into 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 school-friend'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 feelings of 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 felt 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 just that she was prudish in that particularly direction, though it was an activity she'd never have dreamed of having with either her brother or sister. Rather it was more her feeling that Innocence was very much the exploited partner in a relationship which Chastity was able to take advantage of by virtue of the closeness they'd had from birth. She got rather irritated by the occasions when Chastity would intervene in her lovemaking with Innocence and insist that her sister fuck her at least as hard as she'd previously been fucking Purity.

It was true that Innocence got some pleasure out of the lovemaking, though Purity felt 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 viciously with Innocence's. There as always would be Chastity getting quite obvious pleasure from the power she was able to exert over her sister.

Purity also believed that Chastity was treating her sister rather more as a reliable standby than as a true lover, as she would often bring home with her girls from the college and she knew not whom she'd have sex with. There seemed to be 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 would be going to the college. On occasion they seemed to be more children than consenting adults - particularly the occasional boy.

The sympathies that Purity felt were always directed towards the lover Chastity brought back - they often seemed rather naïve and unsure of themselves. In fact, Purity was convinced that a rather 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 be having 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 experiences - and Purity imagined would be less enthusiastic in ever repeating.

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 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?" spat back the girl, 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'd 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 bit 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, and Purity soon found that she'd rather preferred the days when Chastity would intervene 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 with her conversation with Purity and deliberately avoided allowing it to become more intimate. Even 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, this was just left uncommented and ignored. Eventually she had no choice but to remove her hand and wander away.

Occasionally, Chastity would come up with some 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 hippie with too much of a fondness for lentils, alternative living and never wearing clothes. She 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 felt 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 for some travelling 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 her 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 came as 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 regain 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 and 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 and on occasion she would wear a collar around her neck that she was sure originally belonged to a large dog. She also affected to wear small fingerless leather gloves which didn't protect her fingers from the stain of nicotine or cannabis that 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.