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XII
In Which Kedi discovers an innocence quite unlike the Innocence she knows so well; Innocence learns that the virtues of her name can contain elements of ignorance; and Mouse achieves success in her audition.

Null was a girl driven entirely by sexual passion. But an undirected, random and undiscriminatory sexual passion. She was forever in a state of sexual readiness, constantly dripping with passion, and constantly aching to have her vagina filled with sexual satisfaction. She was a slender girl with a bush of wild uncombed shoulder-length hair and nothing else. Clothes didn’t remain on her long enough to be called her own, and all attempts made to keep make-up or jewellery on her was wasted. All she ever wore was a ring pierced through the top of her vagina, above the clitoris, where a chain could be connected to restrain her from attacking any potential candidate for sex. Most of the time, she would sit in a state of torpor, occasionally stroking her crotch or massaging her breasts, but when a man, a woman or a child came by she suddenly became rampant, and would, where there were no restraints, throw herself physically on that person and attempt to have sex with them.
When Null was introduced to Kedi, she was chained up with her ankles to her wrists, looking very sorry for herself in the corner of a night-club room. The owner of the Teddy Bear had bought her, or at least signed a contract for her services, in the hope that she would make a good act. Unfortunately for him, she was untrainable, she couldn’t speak a word or even, seemingly, understand any, and when released from her chains, simply launched herself in an uncoordinated fashion on the first thing she saw. This happened to be on stage, when the Sex Machine, as her stage act was known as, was unleashed. There was no build-up, as the proprietor had hoped. No gentle masturbation or even a routine of sexual advance. She had been brought on stage where she’d been actively rubbing her clitoris, clearly excited at the prospect of attention. Her keeper, a small man in his late forties, unchained her with her face to the audience. When released, however, she sprang straight off the stage onto a table where a young couple were sitting, clearly more interested in each other than anyone else, and started molesting the two of them. With no preparation, she pulled off the already modest dress she was wearing and started grasping at the crotches of the man and the woman, groaning in a full-throated and quite frightening way.
It had been difficult to restrain Null, as everyone who touched her was instantly the focus of her sexual attention, as she pulled penises out of their trousers, and unbuttoned blouses. Initially, there was an amusement value but this became somewhat diminished as the struggle to restrain the girl started resembling that of controlling an escaped animal. Kedi had heard of this embarrassing evening, and how it had convinced the proprietor that Null wasn’t a suitable act for his place. Perhaps at the Bird Cage or the Revue Bar, or other coloured establishments, an uncontrolled beast like Null would be better suited, but her act would be all audience participation and no showmanship at all.
Kedi knew that the proprietor was offering Null to her because she was black and that he had the peculiar idea that black people were somehow better than white people in coping with such naked sexuality, but it was more out of a sense of sympathy for the girl that she’d accepted. She couldn’t help feeling sorry for Null, seeing her chained there with her bushy brown hair falling over her face but not obscuring her manic hungry stare and the tongue that lasciviously brushed across her lips as she eyed Kedi watching her.
It was not easy for Kedi to take Null back with her to the flat she shared with her lover, Chastity, and with Innocence and her lover, Mouse. Even in Wonderground, a certain degree of modesty was required. It was all right for someone like Kedi to walk about naked. She was after all, black, and somehow this was considered more acceptable. It was another matter to take around Null, who seemed to forever have her hands stroking her vagina, anus or breasts, and couldn’t be trusted to keep her clothes on for any length of time at all. Her hands still had to be manacled together, and a chain was attached to her cunt-ring to a lead which Kedi would hold. The reason for the cunt-ring, Kedi was told, was that Null was much more responsive to a tug about her crotch than anywhere else, and thus much more co-operative.
Null was a girl much adapted for sex. She had had so much sex in her life, that her vagina had become quite hardened to it, and she seemed to produce lubricants from inside her at a terrifyingly consistent rate. Her stamina for sex was of record-breaking proportions. The proprietor had found to his cost that Null had no sense of when to stop. When she was released for sex with him and immediately jumped on top of him and within seconds had stimulated his penis and pushed it inside her, he had thought that he was on to a good thing. After more than an hour later, when he was thoroughly exhausted and she seemed as fresh and hungry as when they had started, he felt somewhat out of his depth.
Kedi gingerly led Null through the streets by her lead. She wore a single white robe, with her manacled wrists, as well as the lead Kedi held, attached to the cunt-ring. Null followed behind, with her eyes wildly roving and blowing kisses and making very lewd gestures with her tongue at people passing by. When the two had got onto seats on a train, Kedi securely held onto Null’s hands which given any opportunity would either burrow deep inside her dress to her cunt or wander to Kedi’s own cunt. On one occasion, she let her eyes drop down to see that Null had somehow pulled up her dress to above her waist, had her legs wide open and swivelling her mousy-brown and slightly worn crotch at the young seven-year old girl opposite. While Kedi bent over to pull Null’s dress down to her knees, she could feel Null’s teeth nibbling at the back of her neck, and the tongue wandering along to her ear. This felt quite pleasant, so Kedi allowed this to continue. This was a mistake, because the next thing was that Null got out of her seat and pushed her self against Kedi on her seat groaning loudly and gutturally as she pushed her crotch hard against Kedi’s own.
After Kedi had settled Null down, and thought that perhaps she had nothing more to worry about, she relaxed by looking at the advertisements on the train above other passenger’s heads. These were for such things as condoms - showing a woman putting one over a man’s erect penis with the slogan For a Firmer Fuller Fit - and cigarettes, which were bizarrely as full of sexual content as the one for condoms. Kedi’s eyes dropped down to the level of those of the passengers opposite and noticed that the old woman and the young boy opposite were staring across at Null with what looked like appalled voyeurism. Kedi turned her head to see the object of their stares, which was Null who had bent her head over and was fellating another boy, in his early teens, who was clearly enjoying it from the size of his penis. With an apology to the boy, she pulled Null up, and took the two of them along to another seat in a different part of the train.
On the way down the corridor, however, it was necessary for Kedi and Null to squeeze past a tall man standing by the doors and it even startled Kedi when Null suddenly dropped onto the floor in front of the man, pulled his trousers down with her teeth and started sucking and licking his penis which, rather predictably, started swelling at the unexpected attention. Kedi pulled Null up by her hair, hoping that the action wouldn’t cause her to bite the penis off, and bundled the girl off to the end carriage. It was there that she resolved that the best strategy was to restrain her as forcefully as she could, which she did by securing her to her waist and allowing Null to lick and kiss her face all over. It was, therefore, with relief that Kedi was able to bundle Null out of the train eventually with her face stinging from a coating of saliva, and then to march her to her flat.
Null was not generally curious of the environment she was in. She’d been in many and in several different countries, but she’d never really thought about anything other than sex, and where she’d next be getting a fuck from. She loved the strong forceful way that Kedi handled her and she looked forward to being able to have full sex with her. On the walk down the green leafy suburban streets of Wonderground, Null held passionately onto Kedi, allowing her dress to ride up as high as it could to feel Kedi’s smooth black thighs against her own. She felt constantly driven to throw herself bodily against Kedi and luxuriate in her beautiful tall firm body. It was only when Kedi had pushed open the door of the modest flat she shared that Null was at last able to achieve her ambition. At last her advances on Kedi were not repelled and she pushed the tall black girl onto the sofa and the two were making love.
Null wasn’t very able to compare the quality of her sexual experiences, but had she been able to she’d have known that this was amongst the best, particularly when two other girls, a shorter one and one almost as tall as Kedi - Mouse and Chastity - joined in, and she found herself the centre of attention of three women. She’d often had group sex before - though normally with men and usually with penises in every orifice, but what was lacking in quantity was being compensated to a certain extent by quality.
Innocence came as a surprise to Null. Even she had come to associate a woman’s body with a cunt and a man’s body with a penis. But here was a woman’s body with a penis. And what a penis! Null leaned over Innocence’s body licking her thighs with a long practised tongue and watching the swelling as she eased herself closer and closer towards it. She then took Innocence’s testicles into her mouth and ran her tongue round and round them, watching with fascination as Innocence’s penis swelled and grew and swelled in a curious upright contrast to the round-thighed, smooth-skinned, flat-stomached, full-breasted woman’s body it was attached to.
Null put her lips to the glans at the end of Innocence’s penis, with the foreskin pulled back as far and as tight as it could go. She then gradually eased her mouth over it and then pushed the whole of it deep and deep down into her throat, while the throbbing sexual urge between her thighs grew and grew. And then it couldn’t be contained any longer, as she pulled Innocence’s fully erect penis out of her mouth, and in two or three swift manoeuvres she had it firmly inside her cunt. Her eyes swelled with satisfaction, and she gasped with a frightening intensity as it pushed as deep inside her as it could.
Then sitting astride Innocence, she looked down on the beautiful woman’s body beneath her, with her straight hair grown just to her shoulders, her round breasts with pink full nipples, the slender waist and her beautiful full lips. She stared into Innocence’s eyes which projected a compassion and intelligence she couldn’t really understand, but also a lust and sexual urge that she understood fully. It was this latter she loved, and which drove her to push her body up and down with fierce rhythmic thrusts and an urgency she rarely felt as strongly, until her inevitable orgasms came.
Null always orgasmed. She orgasmed several times each day, not necessarily from sex with other people but just from the passion of her own masturbation. But this time her orgasms came with a strength and ferocity that frightened even her. Where was it coming from? Her eyes burst into spontaneous tears as she thrust and thrust at Innocence’s beautiful body. And in the meantime she pushed her middle finger deep inside her anus to add to the thrusts of Innocence’s prick which she could feel against the tip of her finger through the internal membrane.
Then, she had to do it, she pulled Innocence’s still erect penis out of her vagina and thrust it deep inside her anus. For a few minutes this went on while she used her fingers to part her vagina and thrust them deep inside the front of her and exercised her clitoris. And then came an explosion of orgasm. Greater than that before. And in the midst of it she felt Innocence release herself. Quickly she pulled Innocence’s penis out of her backside, and while the semen was still pumping out, she put her mouth around it, - ignoring the traces of shit and blood that had attached itself to it - and released it into her throat. Her favourite food was semen - and woman’s semen was a feast she could never miss
Fortunately for Null, Mouse didn’t appear to mind too much that her bed with Innocence was now often shared with a rampant sex machine - although if she’d had the wit to understand, she would have become aware that Innocence was becoming a little exhausted and frankly tired of Null’s incessant craving for sex. It was while Innocence’s penis was deep inside her anus while her hands were grasping the headrest at the top of the bed that Mouse returned looking thoroughly exhausted herself. Her hair, now cut very short in a boyish style was sticking up and out in all directions and the jacket she wore had its buttons done up slightly out of sequence. These days Mouse had adopted a very business-woman appearance, with frequent visits to the barbers to keep her hair a tidy short-back-and-sides and a neat jacket or blazer that almost, but not quite, covered her shaven crotch. She had taken to wearing stockings and stilettos - but on this instance she was completely bare-legged.
“How did the auditions go?” wondered Innocence, withdrawing her penis from Null’s rear end and signalling her to resist.
Mouse smiled triumphantly. “It was hard work - but I got through!” She had just been auditioning for the lead part in a prestigious musical, which would take her touring around the world, and would instantly propel her into the aristocracy of sex actresses. This musical combined music and song, drama and comedy, sex and more sex. It was in fact a musical version of Anne of Green Gables, where Mouse would be playing Anne and would distinctly relish the sex scenes with school-children.
Mouse settled down on the end of the bed and idly stroked Null, who was being restrained by the chain tied to her cunt-ring and with the end looped around Innocence’s wrist. “How hard were the auditions?” Mouse’s lover wondered.
Mouse leaned towards Innocence and kissed her tenderly on the lips. “Very very hard!” she elaborated.
In fact as Mouse explained, the tiring aspect was to have to perform so many demanding sex acts in front of people she’d never met before with people whom she’d also never met - and certainly had never fucked - before. And she had had to do that with a degree of enthusiasm and professionalism that had to be greater than that which she would more normally need to achieve.
The first part of the exercise was simply to determine how well Mouse could continue to act while having sex with a single partner. Her partner in this case was a man who was himself being auditioned. Her task was to convincingly recite her lines, - which she’d had the opportunity to practise at home, - while being fucked from under her and at the same time bring her partner to a climax at the appropriate point. Then at that point - and neither earlier nor later - she would take her partner’s penis level to her face and have him ejaculate into her mouth. She knew that a lot depended on the skill of her partner to curb his ejaculation to the right moment, as well as on her skill to assist this process. As it happened her partner ejaculated too soon, while Mouse was completing her speech and positioning herself to take the final act. Semen splattered all over her breasts and covered her lipsticked nipples. Mouse however managed to ad-lib sufficiently well at this stage to make it appear that this might not have been an accident.
She had obviously done quite well enough at this stage, because she was then invited to a more formal interview. Here - like other candidates - she rushed to the lavatories to straighten her clothes, pull on her stockings, apply make-up and lipstick to her face, breasts and cunt, and run a comb through her hair. She then carefully buttoned her jacket and waited anxiously with others in the anteroom. She spent a little time reading the various Stage and Theatre magazines and examining the other candidates who were both competitors and potential future colleagues. Like her they were dressed in their smartest - or in ways that they felt put themselves at their best advantage. One slim girl with a gorgeously boyish face that Mouse was aching to have sex with in the auditions, was dressed in a pair of thick-soled boots, a short unbuttoned leather jacket and nothing else. She hadn’t shaved her vulva, which was a gloriously abundant bush through which Mouse caught a glimpse of some gold jewellery.
The formal interview was one where Mouse felt she’d excelled. She carefully arranged her legs so that her cunt was shown to its best advantage, and unbuttoned enough of her jacket to emphasise the voluptuousness of her bust. The interviewing panel consisted of the director, the producer and a short girl with glasses and long, abundant hair which obscured most of her face and most of her body. They asked her the usual questions about her experience, her acting qualifications and what she knew about the production. At the end, they informed her that she was invited to be amongst those who would be judged on their sexual abilities after the formal interviews.
This was to be in the afternoon, so Mouse was free to spend time by herself, which she did by looking around the clothes shops in the vicinity of the theatre where the auditions taking place. It was with some anxiety that she noticed that the girl with the boots and leather jacket was also invited back for the sex tests. The tests were on three areas of sexual expertise - which were fairly standard - being anal, same-sex and group categories. When Mouse came back, she carefully stripped herself - putting her stockings into her jacket pocket - and positioned herself with the other naked candidates at the side of the stage, waiting for her turn. She made a point of sitting next to the girl who had worn a leather jacket - and was now revealing a tattoo of a naked child on her shoulder - in the hope that she would have her same-sex audition with her.
The sexual audition ordeal took several hours. The first exercise was fairly short - being essentially the anal sex. The candidates were examined by a doctor first for their suitability - and one man with piles failed at that stage. Then each candidate had a greased dildo eased up their anus, while their clitoris or penis was stimulated. This was clearly an opportunity for acting - where some candidates made rather too much of an effort to demonstrate their arousal at anal entry. Mouse was no different of course. When you’re being fucked up the arse-hole on stage and you’re sharing the lead part in a song with the man who is buggering you - it is essential to appear to be enjoying what you’re doing it.
The lesbian sex session lasted much longer - and Mouse was pleased that she did in fact enjoy the girl who’d worn the leather jacket. Disappointingly for Mouse, she soon established that this girl wasn’t actually very keen on sex with women at all. Although she’d obviously had some experience on stage, - and went through the motions in a fairly convincing way, - she had no native enthusiasm for the task and her cunt was hardly lubricated at all. This was totally unlike Mouse, who was aching with desire for the girl and was persuading her to do such things as putting her finger up her anus and to nibble her clitoris that really went beyond the call of duty. However the role of Anne of Green Gables involved a great deal of lesbian sex, and Mouse hoped this wouldn’t go unnoticed. And in any case, it may have been that this girl was being auditioned for a different role where there’d only be perfunctory lesbianism.
The homosexuality was tested with everyone on stage at the same time, and the interviewers went around examining the candidates - sometimes quite close up. The director took particular interest in Mouse and her partner, and traced the girl’s finger to the entrance of Mouse’s anus with a certain amount of satisfaction. The last exercise, the group sex, merely amalgamated all the separate homosexual couplings into one large mass of writhing, mostly white, flesh. In this exercise, Mouse was most disappointed to lose her partner, who was soon to be seen with two men fucking her in the mouth and in the cunt. This exercise went on for more than an hour - and involved Mouse in sex of many different kinds with people who in most cases she’d only ever be able to recognise again from their genitals.
“And you got the job!” summarised Innocence, after Mouse had given her own account of the audition.
“I got the job!” confirmed Mouse proudly “And I’m off abroad as Anne of Anne of Green Gables in about eight days.”
“Congratulations!” said Innocence, easing Mouse out of her jacket and showering her face with kisses. Here at last was something Null could understand after sitting back staring blankly at Mouse as she gave an account of her auditions. She pulled herself forward and put her arms around Mouse’s naked body applying her lips to the smudged lipstick on Mouse’s nipples. Mouse didn’t resist at all, and with a whoop of joy Null gave herself in total abandon to the following proceedings. She’d not understood what Mouse had been saying, but from the taste and smell of drying, caked-on semen around Mouse’s cunt she had a fairly good idea of what Mouse had been doing. And she couldn’t have approved more unreservedly.
XIII
In Which we learn about the rewards and joy of unbridled pleasure, but also see how it may compromise the better virtues of Innocence and Chastity.

What could be done about Null? wondered Kedi as she sat astride Innocence thrusting her crotch backwards and forwards on Innocence’s wonderful penis. She was unable to avoid wondering about this as Null was sitting opposite her on the floor, chained as always to the furniture frantically masturbating herself while Innocence and Kedi were in the throes of mutual passion. What talents does Null have? Kedi continued to wonder as the two exhausted lovers collapsed together and a trickle of Innocence’s semen flowed down her inside leg.
“What would you say is Null’s greatest asset?” Kedi asked Innocence as they cuddled up together watching the girl lick her hands of the lubrication she’d generated from her cunt.
“Her sex drive?” suggested Innocence, obviously imagining that Kedi already knew.
“Sex drive?”
“Well, no one else can go on and on and on like she does and keep up the same level of enthusiasm.”
Kedi could only agree and this became the basis of an idea she developed. Null was certainly a girl who could take partner after partner, and continue doing so all day. Why then not charge people for the privilege of doing so? Kedi had had enough experience from organising her own sex shows to see exactly how this exercise could be done. And soon with the assistance of Innocence and her sister she put her idea into practice. Mouse said that she’d like to help, but as her priorities were to do with preparing for her departure to sing and dance and have sex on stage Kedi actively dissuaded her. “There is enough for you to do. And it is not much work we have to do either.”
Indeed, to a certain extent there wasn’t. Kedi found a garage she could rent at a reasonable rate in the town centre which she kitted up with a bed and sheets she managed to find in a deserted building. She then made the interior of the garage as much like a bedroom as she could, with erotic pictures that she’s borrowed from Mouse that were in fact promotional photographs of productions she’d been involved in. Any discriminating visitor would have soon established that there were rather more pictures of Mouse than of anyone else.
However, discriminating visitors were not what Kedi was anticipating as she set up a stall outside the garage, just by the door that led into it from the side. It was just visitors willing to pay a reasonable and relatively competitive rate for five or ten minutes of sex. Indeed, what Kedi had decided on was to supply conveyor belt sex with Null as the main provider of this commodity. Above the door, she hung the sign Five Minute Fuck, and underneath the actual rate and a picture of Null in a lascivious attitude. This photograph was not difficult to take, - the difficulty was determining which of the many lascivious and frankly sluttish photographs most promoted Null’s unique properties.
Attracting custom was not initially easy, but Chastity and Innocence helped Kedi by handing out leaflets advertising Null’s unique skills and, of course, the exceptionally reasonable rate. As the leaflet made clear - how could a potential customer possibly afford not to take advantage of the offer? What Kedi was not sure was if what she was doing was making Null a prostitute against her will or if, indeed, what Null was doing could properly be called prostitution. However, on the first fairly slack days, when it was Kedi’s turn to supervise Null’s lovemaking rather than to collect pay at a table from visitors queuing up to come in, she came to the conclusion that she was really just providing a service for Null and if there was some pecuniary compensation for it then that could not be bad. Null was so clearly grateful for the sex she was receiving and so reluctant to see each customer leave that Kedi couldn’t really consider that Null was being exploited.
Null’s success at providing the perfect Five Minute Fuck was not immediate. In the first weeks or so, it was quite difficult to release Null from customers who delighted as they were at getting rather more than their money’s worth had really decided that they’d had enough. Null was almost inconsolable when a customer had left, and soon Innocence and Chastity had to provide assistance in giving the oversexed Null sexual satisfaction as well as assisting Kedi with the organisation of the venture. Soon however, the one or maybe two customers an hour had grown to be a constant queue of men and occasionally women who would patiently wait their time to have their moment of sexual release. At lunch time on a working day, this queue might stretch several yards along the road and provided obstructions to other businesses which was only compensated by the extra trade these businesses themselves were gaining.
The pattern had soon set in, with Kedi, Innocence and Chastity taking turns at collecting money from customers before seeing Null and restraining Null from continuing to have sex with a customer who was either clearly finished or had exceeded his five minutes. Null was certainly much happier now and it was only because the three girls couldn’t maintain their roles for twenty four hours a day that Null ever got to finish making love at all.
“Is there any limit to Null’s sexual appetite?” Innocence exclaimed, as late at night after the last people in the queue had been satisfied (and usually in substantially less than the promised five minutes), Null was still clamouring for Innocence to fuck her.
“Is there a way to find out?” wondered Chastity, who then came up with the idea of a Fuckathon. This, she said, would be to simply ask people to take turns in fucking Null, and keep it going until Null could keep going no longer. They would pay for the privilege of being in the Fuckathon and they could invite newspapers and television reporters to witness Null’s phenomenal achievement.
“But shouldn’t we collect the money for a charity or something?” queried Innocence who really didn’t know of her sister ever doing anything if there wasn’t some distinct advantage to herself in it.
“We can give a certain amount to a charity, I suppose,” Chastity conceded, “but only after we award ourselves pay for the administrative costs.”
Neither Kedi nor Innocence was that sure of Chastity’s sincerity concerning any charitable activity, but they helped Chastity book a room with a raised platform and seats for an audience and helped her in promoting the Fuckathon. This event attracted rather more attention than even Chastity had anticipated, but this was mostly because of the reputation already generated from Kedi’s Five Minute Fuck enterprise. There were a large number of sponsors willing to pay considerably more for the privilege of taking part in the event than they would normally need to do for Null’s services. Kedi’s main hope was that they wouldn’t run out of fuckers before Null finally gave up.
On the day on which the event began - and it was anticipated that it would continue for several days - Kedi was gratified to see the hall was full and not just with participants but with observers, reporters and television cameras. In fact one television station, fronted by a woman with short hair, a business suit and large breasts that deliberately burst free from her jacket, was to film the whole event, but not to actually screen it all. This woman started off by describing the event to her viewers, - which included the stage, the participants and, most importantly of all, Null herself. This woman interviewed both Innocence and Chastity whom she described as the main organisers of the event, but pointedly avoided interviewing Kedi, although she had more to do with its organisation than anyone else. Kedi would have been more offended had she not lived in Wonderground for so long and become rather accustomed to such casual racism.
Several reporters had tried to interview Null as she lay chained to the side of the stage before the event, but were soon discouraged by her inability to understand their questions, to form any answers and to restrain herself from trying to sexually assault them. However, when the event started it was much easier to focus on her as participant after participant came on stage in agreed turns, paid their money, and fucked Null.
This routine went on and on, and soon the commentators found that really there were only two things they could do. One was to praise the participants in working so hard for charity and making the event such a success (and forbearing to mention those whose sexual performance was not quite adequate and who after the prescribed maximum time had to be taken off stage without achieving any successful sex at all). The other was to pass comment on Null’s unflagging sexual enthusiasm, her frequent, noisy and often explosive orgasms and what a marvellous performer she was. This must have become very boring for both spectators and commentators after a while as after a full day of sex, Null continued through the night and into the next day with no apparent sign of fatigue.
This state of affairs just continued and continued, and by the eighth day in which Null had not slept at all, the audience which had thinned out after the second day was packing out the hall as spectators observed for themselves a phenomenon of sexual stamina that most hadn’t believed possible. Kedi’s fears of a lack of fuckers proved to be unfounded as the fame of Null and the Fuckathon had spread beyond Wonderground and people were rushing to participate from everywhere.
And then, just when it seemed that Null would never tire, indeed after she’d just yet again exploded into orgasmic screams that echoed throughout the hall and frightened off a flock of pigeons outside, she suddenly collapsed underneath the man who was fucking her at the time and fell asleep. The Fuckathon was then over.
Kedi was relieved. She wondered whether Null would be all right after such relentless fucking, but she was and a few days later, after she’d recovered from an immensely long sleep she was back at the Five Minute Fuck, with her name in much larger letters and a photograph of the Fuckathon, being charged out at somewhat more extortionate rates than before.
Null didn’t understand why, but she felt that she was being treated with rather more respect and consideration than she’d ever had before. Her most pressing need, which was for frequent and unrestrained sex, was at last being satisfied and she was very grateful to the women who’d made it possible for her. Now that Mouse had left to perform elsewhere, there were now only three others sharing the flat, and although she wasn’t able to quantify it in any way, their quality of life had somehow improved as well. She really had no suspicion that in some way her prodigious sexual appetite was the reason why none of the girls needed to work any more, beyond facilitating her own services to the many clients who would queue up for them.
Innocence was now quite lonely now that her lover had gone, and she had decided not to share her bed permanently with Kedi or her sister, though this didn’t prevent her having sex with them on frequent occasions. Her times with Null were mostly spent with the sole intent on giving the girl the kind of care and attention she quite obviously needed. Innocence, however, was the only one of the girls who ever came to her for sex, but the one who was most attentive to her these days was Chastity. When Null was out of the now sumptuously decorated flat, away from the massive video and stereo system, and not lounging in the comfortable luxury furniture, she would either be providing her Five Minute Fuck or, increasingly, be escorted by Chastity to the premises of some man who seemed delighted by the extent of her sexual desire.
There seemed to be an endless procession of these visits in premises more sumptuous even than those she’d become accustomed at her flat, where men with great wealth, sometimes singly and sometimes in groups with participating women, would assist her in indulging in all sorts of sexual activity. She would be urinated on, have faeces dropped onto her, would have whole hands pushed inside her while her anus was being filled by all sorts of objects, sometimes manacled and chained, sometimes slapped, but always having close intimate attention. This was what she craved and what she demanded. And in all this, Chastity would be out of sight waiting for her, and would only appear when, after hours of sexual activity it was time to leave. And quite often she would be handling a large wad of notes.
Null was not totally insensitive to the atmosphere at the flat which often seemed strained, with Innocence and Kedi arguing with Chastity it seemed about the very money which Chastity was collecting from Innocence’s clients. They somehow appeared rather less than enthusiastic about her new activities. Often at the end of these arguments, Innocence would sit with a Null restrained by chain and cunt-ring and talk to her. Null had no idea what Innocence was saying, but it seemed very sympathetic and tearful. What troubled her was that these conversations didn’t necessarily lead to sex, but she supposed that Innocence was getting some gratification from them.
There then came a period where with apparent reluctance from Chastity, Null found herself totally deprived of all sex except from Innocence. Indeed only Innocence and Kedi ever came to speak to her, while Chastity might be seen looking at Null from round the corner of a door. This abstinence upset Null. She flung herself bodily at the two girls and masturbated with everything she could find, including her food. She weeped from frustration and beat her cunt hard to stimulate sensation from it. On one occasion she hit it so hard that it started to bleed, and she took consolation in letting the blood gather in her hands and then licking them. When Innocence found her lying on the sheets with a puddle of blood between her legs, she shrieked and was soon joined by the other two girls who argued vehemently amongst themselves what should be done.
The result of this was a return to visiting men again in Chastity’s custody - something which clearly pleased her, but appeared to give less pleasure to the other two. Chastity had started talking to her at greater depth and indeed to show a great deal more affection than before. She didn’t however appear to be particularly enthusiastic about having sex with her. She also now took on the responsibility of feeding her, washing her and combing her hair - tasks that previously only the other two had ever done.
Null was happy to return to fucking. She didn’t mind who fucked her. Women with dildos, dogs, donkeys, children - it didn’t matter! Chastity also didn’t mind, it seemed - being more concerned with the money she was receiving. Null missed the Five Minute Fuck, although her own perception of it had been of a paradise served by an unending queue of fuckers.
However, she was vaguely aware that things were due to change again - and found some of Chastity’s attention rather more clinging than before. She also became aware that the other two girls approached her in a way that she’d experienced before whenever she was due to leave somewhere. The change when it came though was not totally unexpected.
The evening before was one she spent making love to both Innocence and Kedi with Chastity watching unhappily from a chair. Innocence was much more passionate than usual and greatly attentive to giving the girl as much pleasure as she could. Although, Null shared her penis with Kedi, she got the feeling that Innocence was making a special effort to fuck Null principally. The lovemaking went on through the night, and was punctuated with tears and some arguing from Chastity.
The following day, she was awoken by the three girls who hugged and kissed her in a sorrowful manner, and then she was introduced to a new companion who was a tall middle-aged woman in a long white coat and with a very sad smile. This companion took Null around the shoulders and cuddled her firmly to her bosom, restraining her at the same time from any sexual activity. Her hair was stroked and her face was tenderly kissed. She was then put into a strange jacket whose sleeves pulled her arms across her waist and prevented her from moving. There followed a peculiar ceremony of tears and kisses and cuddles from the three girls, which somehow she knew meant that there wouldn’t be any more sex with them again. Null had experienced occasions like this before, but never so intently.
All of a sudden, something deep inside her cracked and she started crying and blubbing and weeping unrestrainedly. She felt surprise as her eyes started pouring out tears whose salt trail mingled in her mouth with the dribble of snot from her nose to produce a very salty taste. Although no one had hit her, she felt the same bruised and damaged feeling about her lower face that she’d usually only experienced after rough sex with men of peculiarly cruel taste.
The last Null saw of her companions were the three of them through the window of the white car waving again and again at her as it drove away with her and her new companions. Kedi was standing naked as always, while Chastity and Innocence had their arms around each other with Innocence crying almost as much as Null was. Her new companions spoke to her and cuddled her, but as the realisation of the perhaps permanent loss of her lovers became clearer, Null began screaming and wailing inconsolably - and continued to do so for several more weeks until she could no longer clearly remember just what it was she was missing so terribly.

XIV
In Which Dodie rediscovers Innocence; and Innocence acquires a new fame from past endeavours.

Dodie had been away from Wonderground for so long on her travels which had taken her as far as her stamina and savings allowed her. She had seen so many different countries and districts, and had met so many different people. And frequently made love to them. She’d accumulated possessions and had them stolen. She’d lain for days in foreign hospitals and frequently been so intoxicated or drugged up that she’d lost all knowledge and recollection of normal time and space. But in all her wanderings, one of the moments she’d treasured most was the occasion when she had sex with Innocence on the glacier. Such a perfect location! And Innocence such a mistress of the art of sex! Dodie had come and come and come again - her cries of passion bouncing off the mountains and threatening to set off avalanches. In fact, so impressed was she by her moment of passion that before the last drop of Innocence’s semen dripped out of her vagina, she went to a tattooist to have the name Innocence embellished on her left buttock.
So when she heard that Innocence was living in Wonderground, Dodie headed to the address she’d been given expecting to meet her and also Mouse, who she’d heard was Innocence’s current lover (The lucky girl!). She rang the doorbell and stood nervously in the porch in a padded nylon jacket and huge trainers. Otherwise she wore nothing at all, except a paraphernalia of studs and rings piercing her body and skin at various points, and with a head which unlike her crotch or underarms was completely shaved bare. At last, the door opened and she saw a slightly startled Innocence who was dressed in only a silk dressing gown.
“Hi!” Dodie announced herself as self-confidently as possible. “I’m back home!”
Innocence looked at Dodie a little blearily. Although it was mid-afternoon, she’d clearly just been asleep, and finding it a little difficult to focus her eyes. Dodie was relieved to find that she remembered her after all these months. Perhaps our lovemaking had been as memorable for her as it was for me, Dodie hoped.
“O hello, Dodie!” Innocence said with a warm and welcoming smile. “You better come in!”
Dodie’s heart began beating uncontrollably as she followed the beautiful Innocence into the living room where she was introduced to Kedi and Chastity who were eating dinner and listening to a compact disc. Kedi was wearing nothing as usual and actually recognised Dodie from several years before. Chastity was wearing a very tight dress which fit as tight against her body as a dress could do, but was too short to cover her shaven vagina. Her hair was straight with a geometric cut and fell just short of her shoulders.
“So, where’ve you been?” asked Kedi, whose English had clearly improved a great deal over the years. “Mouse told me that you were travelling the world.”
“As much of the world as I could manage,” admitted Dodie, aware that her travels had been with substantially less purpose and direction than even that description gave. She was carrying a heavy rucksack on her back and a plastic bag, and was pleased to divest herself of these and leave them in the hallway. She was surprised by the relative luxury of the girls’ home. She imagined that it would be much the same as the homes she used to live in, with overflowing ashtrays, scattered empty wine bottles and clothes scattered about. Here was somewhat considerable comfort, with tasteful fittings and sumptuous thick pile carpets and new simple and commodious furniture. There were stereos, computers, videos, microwaves and everything. This was clearly not a place of poverty. She felt a little nervous as she took off her padded jacket, under which she was wearing a sleeveless singlet that barely pretended to hide her tiny little breasts. The house didn’t have the smell she’d become so accustomed to: of unflushed toilets, unscrubbed beer-stained linoleum and hashish-stained wallpaper.
However, her feeling of feeling an inferior outsider diminished as she began recounting her exploits across the continents, the people she’d met, the cultures she’d observed and her more amusing adventures. “It’s a real fucking weird world out there!” she exclaimed, scratching the long hairs of her crotch. “It’s all fucking weird shit, the lot of it.” She then produced a half pound of best hashish, from which she crumbled a few grains into cigarette papers and disinterred cigarettes, and with this stimulus and several bottles of wine, the conversation continued for several more hours and Dodie didn’t find herself exhausting her supply of anecdotes or opinions.
She discussed her sexual encounters with shepherds in the distant mountains of the equator and their curious predilection for making love to sheep, which took on almost a religious significance. She discussed the unsavoury political character of dictatorships that severely limited freedom of speech, despite appearing so liberal in other respects - particularly with regard to sex and drugs. She talked about the way she suffered sexual and racial taunts, and the more frequent times when her appearance had clashed with the attitudes of authority. She talked of the drugs she’d taken. The sex she’d had. The times she’d been beaten, had stuff stolen, intimately searched by border patrols, been sick. The religions, ideologies and wars she’d found out about. The so many ways she felt her horizons had been uneradicably altered by her experiences. “I wouldn’t have had one slightest change to all that’s happened to me!” she boasted, knowing this to be quite different to what she felt on innumerable occasions.
It was inevitable that Dodie and Innocence should end up fucking, which they started doing before Kedi or Chastity had retired to their own beds. The lovemaking was all that Dodie remembered and more. And in the midst of it Dodie confessed the strength of her affection for Innocence, how she never wanted to be parted from her, how she thought about her every day, how she had been so impressed as to get a tattoo to celebrate her love. She held Innocence close to her body - she didn’t want an inch of space between them - and cried unaccustomed tears of joy at the thought of staying with her and making love with her again and again.
Innocence was clearly both flattered and a little put out by Dodie’s protestations of love, but she appeared to have no objection to having Dodie share her bed for the conceivable future. She clearly enjoyed Dodie’s devotion to her penis which she would hold and put again and again into her mouth or vagina, to stimulate it when it was not aroused and to satisfy it when it was. Dodie had the feeling that Innocence was carrying the weight of some unhappiness around with her, but she wasn’t at all sure why.
At first she thought it was to do with Mouse’s departure to follow her career, but she came to realise that their love had never been particularly exclusive. She wondered if the departure of Null, who had provided the means for the girls’ luxury, might be the cause. But that didn’t seem to be the full reason for her sadness, either. There was clearly something that Innocence wanted in life which just living with her sister and her sister’s lover in comfort and relative luxury didn’t fully satisfy. Dodie hoped that her arrival as Innocence’s new lover might in some way bring more joy into Innocence’s life, but that somehow didn’t seem the whole solution.
Dodie’s stated opinions for Innocence’s dissatisfaction narrowed on her ambiguous status as a woman with a penis - and how her sexual identity was compromised and its socio-political and socio-economic significances thereof. She argued long and hard that what Innocence manifested was the unease of sexuality in a tightly sexual stereotyped society. Dodie’s inner feelings, however, were that these stated reasons reflected more her own character and attitudes and probably not a great deal of Innocence’s.
Innocence was quite excited when the film Forbidden Love, - as was entitled the film she’d been filmed in while she’d been living in Brook, - was finally released, and she was able to go with Dodie to see it in the cinema. It seemed to her that almost all the film footage that had been taken of her and certainly all her modest dialogue had been included in the final cut, and she appeared more prominently in the film cast listing than she’d expected. Indeed, a picture of her was even included in the poster, with her penis fully erect, which it had never been in the filming. Dodie was pleased for her lover, who seemed much more excited by her modest film success than she’d ever expected.
Innocence was even more thrilled when she got a phone call from a small circulation magazine, Fuck Films Today, asking to interview her to which she unhesitatingly agreed. The whole idea of fame clearly gave her considerable satisfaction, even though it was a magazine Dodie had never heard of, and neither had the other girls. Dodie bought a copy for Innocence to read, which was more difficult than she’d anticipated as most newsagents hadn’t heard of the magazine either. It was a rather cheaply produced magazine on not particularly good quality paper, and featured long articles about obscure fuck films, with pictures of the stars. However, this didn’t trouble Innocence who eagerly looked for photographs of the unlikely named Nancy Titbits, who was the woman who had phoned her up and was going to interview her.
Nancy looked just like her photographs when she appeared at Innocence’s flat with Paul, the photographer, and all their recording and film equipment. She had short cropped hair, was almost painfully thin with a tiny nose in a round face, wearing a baggy tee-shirt emblazoned with the magazine’s name and a very brief pair of shorts. The photographer wore very baggy and bedraggled trousers and jumper, and long hair that fell over his face and didn’t appear to have been washed for several days.
“Where shall we conduct the interview?” Nancy wondered as they were let in, clearly impressed by the luxury of the flat. Innocence was dressed in a long sleeveless silk dress with a split in the side which travelled from her ankles to very nearly her armpit and under which she wore nothing else at all.
“Anywhere you like!” Innocence answered. “As long as Dodie can watch.”
“Of course she can!” Nancy said, settling for the girls’ living room. “I take it she’s your lover!”
“You could say that,” smiled Dodie who was dressed for the occasion in just her singlet and wore a back-to-front baseball cap over her shaved head.
While Paul was setting up the equipment, Nancy explained what the interview would involve. Most of it would consist of a question and answer session, which would comprise the text of the interview. Then Innocence and Dodie would be filmed together, either posing or, preferably, also having sex. Finally, it would be desirable if Innocence could have sex with her, so that she could legitimately include comments in the article of Innocence’s sexual skills. This would also be photographed, to provide evidence of the truth of Nancy’s assertions. “It’s expected by our readers that the interviewers should make love with the interviewees. For many of them it is the main reason they read our magazine.”
Dodie and Innocence had read Fuck Films Today with enough attention to be aware of this requirement. Most of the photographs of Nancy in the magazine had featured her being fucked by a male porn star who had a minor rôle in films where his substantial bulk was desirable. His penis was of quite normal dimensions, but Nancy had done her best to suggest that it gave considerable satisfaction.
Nancy settled down on a sofa next to Innocence and turned on her cassette recorder. She started asking questions while Paul fussed around taking photographs of the two from several different positions. The questions she asked were appropriate for an unknown fuck film star, about whom nothing previously was known. These were to do with her childhood, why she’d chosen a career in fuck cinema and where she thought her career would take her. She asked very many more questions about her penis: whether it was genuine, if she’d had it all her life, what shortcomings and advantages there were to being a beautiful woman so unusually blessed, and what her sexual preferences and predilections were. At this point, Innocence was asked by Paul to show her limp penis to the camera for him to photograph, which she did by pushing her skirt to one side over her wide-spread legs.
In all this questioning, Dodie noticed, Innocence answered fully and without too much embarrassment, being clearly delighted in her relative importance as the subject of the interview. It seemed to Dodie that Innocence was happier and more relaxed than she’d ever seen her before. Stardom and fame undoubtedly suited her. Dodie had never been filmed having sex before - and neither, she discovered, had Innocence - but it wasn’t without enthusiasm that the two divested themselves of clothes when the question and answer session was completed and after posing for a few moments for a few photographs started making love together.
Dodie reflected as Innocence’s erect penis entered her bejewelled vagina that after having had sex so publicly without a camera recording what they were doing, there really was no difference now - but Innocence appeared to have a better feel of what was expected of them by positioning her genitals as prominently as possible. It seemed to Dodie that her lover was actually enjoying the sex rather more in that it was being recorded for posterity than she did normally. Her gasps of ecstasy were notably more frighteningly full-throated than usual. And when Dodie was sensing through the repeated series of orgasms that were racking her slender body that Innocence was just about to ejaculate, she untypically withdrew her penis from inside her, pushed Dodie slightly off her and ejaculated her prodigious semen over Dodie’s tiny breasts and onto her face.
Dodie licked the semen from off her face, looking at her lover who was sitting astride her with a hand on her erect penis squeezing out the last drops of semen that spurted beyond her and onto the already slightly stained upholstery. Her eyes were squeezed close in inexpressible ecstasy and her full large-nippled breasts were heaving with her chest as her body shuddered with joy. Her other hand held Dodie down beneath her, gently massaging one of Dodie’s prominent nipples.
The next thing Dodie knew she was redundant as Innocence and the now naked Nancy, whose breasts were nearly as small as Dodie’s, had replaced her and the two were fucking together with incredible, almost theatrical, abandon. Dodie felt jealous of the pair’s lovemaking - a feeling she’d had whenever she watched Innocence with Kedi or her sister - despite her knowledge that in the same situation she’d behave in exactly the same way. She felt particularly frustrated in the knowledge that her episode of filmed sex was over, and that Innocence wouldn’t appreciate it at all if her interviewer confused her lovemaking with the fresh young film star with that with her lover. Nancy and Innocence continued making love for quite a while, involving all orifices - including Innocence’s own anus which Nancy entered with a dildo she had handed to her and strapped on by Paul.
The photographer continued snapping away. He paused during the more prolonged sessions of continued passion, and then switched into action whenever the two altered their routine to enter a new position or when a new orifice was explored. He was clearly quite excited by the action himself, as Dodie could see by focusing her eyes on the swelling in Paul’s trousers, but made no attempt to contribute to the action himself.
Eventually, after Innocence had released copious amounts of semen over Nancy’s breasts, buttocks and face, the two collapsed in an exhausted, wasted state on the carpet with Nancy reflectively stroking Innocence’s now flaccid penis. Paul continued to snap pictures, and included amongst them those of still damp and unmistakable stains on the carpet and elsewhere.
“I think that will be quite sufficient!” announced a flushed Nancy, standing up and slipping on her tee-shirt. She was clearly quite flustered because she initially pulled it over her back-to-front with the logo of an erect penis and the slogan Films to Fuck to at the front rather than at the back. She squeezed her slender hips into her shorts with some difficulty and then kissed Innocence with some passion on the lips.
The interviewers left in a state of some disarray, but gave precise details of how many pages the interview would occupy - which was about ten including a centre-fold and several full-page pictures - and the date of the edition in which the interview would appear.
“It’ll be front-page material!” Nancy promised. “We’ll give you good copy - you don’t have to worry. Fuck Films Today will do its best to promote your career.”
These kind words gave Innocence quite obvious satisfaction, which she expressed more greatly in the passionate lovemaking she and Dodie indulged in not long after the interviewers had gone.

XV
In Which Dodie compares the relative virtues of Innocence and Chastity; Kedi abandons Chastity; and Dodie leaves the comfort of Innocence.

Dodie understood the freedom of Innocence’s love-making, and how it would frequently involve her fucking her sister or Kedi, but it did little to lessen the jealousy she felt as Kedi or Chastity would be yelping with pleasure from the continued thrusts of Innocence’s beautiful penis. Although she so often thought of her lover’s prick being her own that she found the pangs of sharing it almost unbearable, she couldn’t complain about it without being guilty of great hypocrisy as she would often join Innocence in her lovemaking with the others, and on several occasions she’d made love to Kedi when Innocence wasn’t in or was in another room making noisy and passionate love to her sister.
She enjoyed her sex sessions with Kedi. The black girl was a great lover: tender and passionate, somehow always responsive to Dodie’s mood, whatever that may be, just as she was to those of the two sisters. She had no grounds to complain as with the passing weeks, Kedi seemed to be spending rather more time in Kedi’s and Innocence’s bed, and rather less in Chastity’s. Dodie knew, although neither Kedi nor Chastity ever discussed it, that their relationship wasn’t going through the best of its days. Sometimes she even heard the two lovers quarrelling in bed - usually just before a quiet, dry-eyed Kedi would wander naked into Innocence’s bed and noiselessly ease herself into bed besides the two of them. On those occasions, she never demanded or invited sex, although she was appreciative of Innocence’s cuddles.
Dodie soon re-established contact with all her friends from before her travels, but she preferred to spend more of her time with Innocence at their house rather than in the less salubrious flats, squats or bedsits she’d previously haunted. However, she kept up her acquaintances sufficiently to be able to spend evenings out with Innocence or Kedi to see plays or to go to the odd night-club. She also revitalised her friendships with her more radical political friends and sometimes found her evenings spent fly posting or listening to very dull, badly dressed middle-aged men addressing an audience of people dressed with the same disregard for conventional dress-sense as she. It was through these contacts that she found herself active in the anti-racist campaign in Wonderground.
The cause of anti-racism was also of great interest to Kedi, who had less of an ideological and more of a personal reason for wanting to be involved in any campaigning. Kedi had suffered a great deal from racism in the district - which although not as explicit or widely sanctioned as before was still widespread enough for her to attract more adverse comments for her skin colour (which she couldn’t do anything about) than for her nudity (which she could easily do something about). It was for this reason that Kedi and Dodie found themselves coupled in the Multiracial Fuck-In, which was organised by a radical group - the Socialists Wankers Party - to protest against the discriminatory laws in Wonderground which although it permitted mixed-race relationships, discouraged it by such means as not allowing black, brown or Asian partners of foreign birth Wonderground citizenship, but permitted it when both partners were white - irrespective of the country of origin. It was also a legal requirement on almost all government documents to state skin colour, whether it was to sign a receipt for paying local government tax, apply for planning permission or to buy a television licence.
Kedi and Dodie went along to the march which preceded the demonstration with neither of them in clothes, as did almost everyone else who was protesting. Innocence, who felt great sympathy for any group that was discriminated against for reasons to do with their sexual or physical make-up, nevertheless felt unable to come along as she didn’t want her penis to become more of a focus of attention than the multiracial nature of the demonstration; even though it was made clear to her that nudity although desirable was by no means obligatory. “I just don’t want to make a big issue about something like this!” she sighed holding her penis in her hand. Chastity wasn’t too concerned about coming either, asserting that demos were just a drag. “They never achieve anything and it’s always raining,” she commented.
It wasn’t raining at all as Kedi and Dodie walked arm in arm with a crowd of Orientals, Arabs, Asians, Blacks and Aborigines who almost outnumbered the white people in the crowd, and contained rather more who were wearing clothes and showed no inclination to participate in the Fuck-In. There was a mix of people in the crowd - most of them naked and most of them men - with a high proportion of political activists many of whom, like Dodie, had shaven heads and a plethora of body jewellery and tattoos. There were also some with long brown ragged hair wearing large rubber-soled boots showing off rather malnourished bodies and carrying a strong smell of not having washed for rather a while. Dodie knew that her life with Innocence had changed her, as she deliberately avoided being too close to those demonstrators or at least downwind of their stench.
The protesters marched along the street - fortunately dry as many of them, like Kedi and Dodie, were barefoot as well as bare in every other detail, - crying out slogans like “Black and White Fuck and Unite”, “Fuck You! Fuck the State! Fuck the Weather! Watch Us Fuck Together!” and “Hell Alright! Black Fuck White! Come On Jack! White Fuck Black!” As they went by, an inquisitive crowd of spectators watched as they proceeded, some visibly disturbed by the way several demonstrators had already commenced making love with each other as they went along; though the multiracial aspect of it appeared to cause the most concern. Dodie was quite excited by the attention they were getting and on several occasions made great efforts to get her mouth attached to Kedi’s and her fingers into Kedi’s vagina as they walked.
Eventually the protesters arrived at the town park where the Fuck-In was to take place, but not before hearing a procession of obscure politicians, wordy intellectuals and minor celebrities appear on the platform and say how much they supported the cause and how much they were looking forward to joining in the sexual activity with the rest of them. Long before the last speaker appeared on the platform to announce that the Fuck-In had officially started the ground in front of the platform was full of wildly copulating multicoloured bodies replacing the shouts of slogans by more earthy breathing, full-throated orgasmic cries, gasps of ejaculation and the puffs of exertion.
Neither Kedi nor Dodie had ever been in such a mass of naked writhing flesh before, which stretched beyond the dimensions of a football pitch in all directions and where partners were swapped and moved about freely. Initially the two girls concentrated their attentions on each other - Dodie as always being brought again and again to unbridled orgasm by Kedi’s expert sexual skills. It wasn’t long however until the two girls lost sight of each other (although occasionally their bodies must have conjoined) as the mass of naked flesh overwhelmed them as it did everyone else into one homogeneous heaving body undulating with packets of sperm flavoured release. Semen splattered everywhere: on white bodies, brown bodies, black bodies. Messing up blond hair, tangling in black curly hair, smeared on shaven heads. Sweat pulsed off black limbs, coffee-coloured buttocks, golden-brown stomachs and down the inside thighs of vaguely yellowish round legs.
The demonstration was a great success, Dodie was sure; although she had no idea whether it would actually change the world for the better. It attracted a great deal of media coverage - pictures of the gathered mass of coitus appeared on the front pages of all the newspapers and was nearly headline news on the television. It went on for many hours longer than expected - and only the chill of the night finally cleared away the last of the orgiastic demonstrators. But most of all, as Kedi also agreed, it was good fun. It was one of the most enjoyable fucks she’d had - and they’d been through such a long series of partners. There was all colours, both genders and enough pubic hair in her mouth to keep her satisfied beyond the night and nearly drained her of the energy to make love with Innocence that night.
Kedi and Chastity’s relationship had always been less than perfect while Dodie was sharing the house with them, and it was inevitable that it would break under the strain. Kedi was now spending all her nights in bed with Innocence and Dodie, which made their nights more cramped. Much as Dodie enjoyed feeling Kedi’s warm slim black limbs enmeshed in hers, she felt robbed of the last vestige of exclusivity in her relationship with Innocence, particularly as it was clear to her that Kedi somehow attracted more of Innocence’s affection than she.
The change in Kedi’s affections - which she never spoke about - very much upset Chastity who took a succession of men into bed with her (sometimes several at the same time) but made no secret of her desire to sleep with Kedi. Her approaches, which were rarely subtle, were always firmly but forcefully rejected by Kedi, who would even stop in the middle of being fucked by Innocence below or above her, to express her wishes. Dodie could see that it wouldn’t be long until Kedi would be leaving. When the day arrived it came totally without warning, when Dodie returned home to find Innocence and Chastity involved in loveless fucking, with Chastity growling and hitting Innocence as she orgasmed to Innocence’s thrusts. Dodie didn’t feel inclined to join - and anyway she’d just had sex with an old friend of hers - so she wandered into the kitchen where she found a polite note from Kedi which said that she had left to visit a friend of hers and attached no forwarding address.
Chastity was inconsolable, but Dodie could see that she was too proud to express it by crying on anyone’s shoulder. Instead she made frequent - almost incessant - demands on Dodie and Innocence to have sex with her. Innocence almost always agreed, and more often than not, Dodie would be sleeping alone in Innocence’s bed, while in Chastity’s the two sisters were fucking noisily and agitatedly through the night. On these occasions, Dodie would cry softly to herself, her hand idly masturbating her bejewelled vagina as she imagined only too well the movement of her beloved’s wonderful penis as it thrust in and out of Chastity’s lubricious cunt. Chastity’s demands on Dodie were also very insistent, but much as Dodie enjoyed the passion and intensity of her lover’s sister’s lovemaking she found it empty of true love. It was quite obvious to her that she was at best a poor substitute for Kedi, whom Chastity clearly still loved, and at worst just a distraction like all the men who’d be leaving early in the morning never to be seen again.
Life with the two sisters was not nearly so pleasant now that Kedi was no longer there. Dodie had to admit that the black girl had been a much better influence on the household than she’d ever been. Without Kedi, the house began to lose a great deal of its orderliness; and tension rather than relaxation dominated over relations and sexual activity. Innocence made an effort to remain the same, but she was evidently upset by her sister’s sorrow and this meant that she allowed her clothes to get more crumpled, spent less time on keeping herself clean and tidy, and allowed the hair under her armpits and on her legs to grow to a soft velvety down.
Chastity’s appearance disintegrated much more obviously. She allowed her shoulder-length hair to lose all semblance of style and took to wearing only as little as she could, put on with obvious haste and little evidence of discretion. She took to wearing a singlet which had a rip in it that daily got worse so that soon no amount of effort could persuade her left breast to stop dangling out. Dodie found it disturbing that no conversation with her could last for very long before Chastity would make a rather blatant attempt to seduce her. She would grab Dodie’s hand and press it against the stubble of her pubic hair or against her free breast and its protruding nipple. She would pull up the singlet or tee-shirt that Dodie wore and press her tongue on the small protuberance of bosom or the nipples that so easily became harder and more excited. This was as nothing to her attentions towards her sister, whose penis was almost immediately grabbed, massaged and often inserted directly straight into her cunt or, on occasion, her anus. Innocence wouldn’t protest, which upset Dodie the more, but her lover explained that it was the best way she knew of comforting her sister for the heartfelt loss of the black love of her life.
Dodie was torn between her desire to stay with Innocence, whom she loved so deeply, and her need to escape from an environment which had become quite unpleasant and obsessive. She spent rather more time with her other friends, often not returning home: knowing that rather than be surrounded by the beautiful body of the most wonderful lover she’d ever known she’d spend another night listening to the constant thump thump of Chastity’s bed against the wall and the girl’s unrestrained cries of ecstasy. She wondered if she could ever find a solution to her dilemma, - one that would allow her the opportunity to keep open her relationship with her unusually endowed lover.
In the event, it was actually Chastity who provided the excuse. Innocence had often spoken about her desire to continue her school education from where she’d left off and her sister had started discussing the subject with her. One afternoon, after arriving from a long opium-smoking session, Dodie found Chastity and Innocence sitting together in the living room, not making love or even with their arms around each other, but with a whole host of quite dull looking brochures scattered about the floor. They were commenting to each other about courses in subjects as diverse as Politics, Biology, Philosophy and Religion.
“Isn’t it wonderful!” smiled Innocence, seeing Dodie arrive. “We’re going to college.”
“College? Really! Where?”
“O! It’s simply miles away!” replied Chastity lowering a brochure she had which outlined the various extracurricular activities there were. “We’re going to be students.”
“That means you’ll be moving out of here,” commented Dodie thoughtfully.
“Yes, it does,” admitted Innocence sadly, “but we’ve been living here for ever such a long time! It’ll be good to make a change. And I’d like to be properly educated.”
“And they’ve got a lovely swimming pool at this college,” enthused Chastity. “A gym, a sauna and an arts centre. It’ll be wonderful!”
“I suppose I’ll have to find somewhere else to live,” mused Dodie sadly.
Innocence sighed sympathetically. She stood up leaving her brochure on the floor and walked over to Dodie’s forlorn figure wearing only a pair of denim shorts, allowing her breasts full freedom. She put her arms around Dodie’s shoulders and pulled Dodie close to her. “We may be parted,” Innocence said. “But I’m sure we won’t be parted forever!”
This little homily comforted Dodie immeasurably. She may be parted from Innocence, but she was still appreciated. A warm moistness gathered in her crotch as she tightened her grip on Innocence. “I hope you’re right! I so hope you’re right!”
XVI
In Which Gryphon teaches Innocence and Chastity in a college of Further Education; and develops a particular affection for the attractions of Chastity.

Gryphon had enjoyed her work as a school-teacher and it was a great disappointment for her when it became clear that she would have to seriously consider a move to another institution - and as there was such a shortage of suitable places in the district, it had to be to the local college. The job suited her as she was able to indulge in both of her passions: body-building and sex for which her positions as Physical Education and Sex Education teacher gave her plenty of opportunity to practise both. As a P.E. teacher, she could stay as fit as she could, using the school’s training equipment while at the same time instructing her pupils in how to build up their bodies. It was true that few of them were at all as interested in developing bodies as muscular and awesome as her own, but those who did were given every chance for extracurricular activity as she prolonged her working out in the school gym until quite late in the evening. Gryphon loved that hot burning sensation that came after a long session which told her that she had once again pushed her muscular frame to its limits of physical endurance. It particularly gratified her that in her school all Physical Education was done in the nude and she had full opportunity to revel in the presence of the naked bodies of her pupils. She particularly enjoyed outdoor sports on chilly days when her pupils’ nipples were stiff and erect from the cold.
The school was a Topless Girls’ school where the required uniform was a skirt, knickers, socks and shoes, and nothing else. Some of the older girls - the prefects - wore scarves around their necks but otherwise nothing hid the girls’ beautiful newly-formed breasts and their slim waists and shoulders. The sex classes were particularly good for Gryphon, although, of course, this wasn’t where Gryphon had the opportunity to enjoy sex with the pupils. The practical sex was provided by the male Sex Education teachers, who would fuck her in front of the class towards the end of the year - when the subjects relating to sexual organs and theory had been thoroughly covered. In a way, this was the least satisfying part of the Sex Education course as Gryphon had less interest in having sex with men than with young girls for which she reserved the greatest passion. She adored the bodies and sexual innocence of the younger girl, and always cursed the restrictions put on her that prevented her doing more than touching their smooth vaginas when demonstrating how their organs worked.
Her fingers could open wide the vagina of the lucky child chosen to sit in front of the class for demonstration, but hers was the only vagina she was permitted to probe around more physically - pushing her fingers or a dildo deep inside them. She wasn’t even permitted to allow the girls to put their fingers inside. However, in front of a class of beautiful young topless girls she needed little stimulation to excite her when she was demonstrating masturbation and the joys of the female orgasm.
However, she didn’t lack sex with the pupils and this is what hastened her departure from the school. Not all her colleagues appreciated the licence that she took with pupils who assented to seeing her after class in her study or who agreed to extra-curricular sex studies away from the school. However, she wasn’t the only teacher who took such advantage of her wards - though most of the others were men or older women who had somehow kept it far more discreet than she’d managed.
There was no shortage of girls volunteering for her sexual attentions - although Gryphon hoped that it wasn’t solely for the better grades this activity guaranteed them. She hoped that at least some of them enjoyed their passionate love-making in the gym late at night, in the school showers or in the tiny study behind the Sex Education Laboratory. She enjoyed running her hands and tongue over their small or sometimes unformed breasts. She loved to pull down their knickers and skirt - often leaving the socks and shoes on, even though she was always totally naked - and apply her fingers and tongue to their lower orifices. She loved it when they rubbed their bodies against her, and particularly when they could be persuaded to try on one of her extensive collection of dildos, strapped securely around the buttocks, and then thrust again and again deep into her moist and excited cunt. What pleasure could be greater than this! she would muse as once again the sweat of her body would mix with that of her pupil, and the never limpid dildo thrust as deep into her as the selected specification allowed.
Sometimes, she and other teachers would enjoy the pleasure of their pupils at each others’ homes. Some of the male teachers - particularly the Maths and Physics teachers - were particularly keen on practising at home the traditional disciplinary rôles otherwise denied them in the liberal forward-seeking environment of a topless girls’ school. They would take pleasure - and disturbingly, the victims as well, - in punishing the pupils for their school-time misdemeanours with slaps on the buttocks or even with a cane. Some of these girls never seemed satisfied until their buttocks were red and raw, black and blue, from the beatings that they received. The more harshly they were treated, it seemed, the more passionate the subsequent love-making. It often seemed to Gryphon, who joined in this practice without great enthusiasm, that the girls relished the punishment they were getting as their just deserts for the extra grades they were undoubtedly going to gain.
The headmistress was one of those, and the only woman, who took pleasure out of this species of activity, and visits to her home usually entailed the pleasurable company of several pupils. These were particularly passionate evenings for Gryphon - especially as the headmistress took more pleasure from punishing the pupils than from having sex afterwards. On occasions Gryphon’s muscular body would be fawned over by three or four pretty girls - often not yet teenagers - while the headmistress would watch from the sofa exercising her cunt with a cane or even the end of a whip. Even Gryphon thought that the headmistress abused her position of authority as she felt sure that not all the pupils had volunteered for such ill-treatment or had probably not been fully aware of the extent of her peculiar tastes.
However, Gryphon’s departure was determined when the headmistress left after a scandal involving not one of the pupils, but the parent of one whose daughter had never participated in any of these activities (and who consequently had to struggle hard to achieve anything like the grades of her more sexually active and indiscriminate class-mates). Gryphon never really found out all the details, but the husband of this parent was extremely incensed and the headmistress had to leave for another district a long way away. She speculated that perhaps the parent had been beaten like many of the pupils and the evidence of this had been sufficient cause for complaint.
Nevertheless, the new headmistress, a small woman with very small breasts (which she kept as revealed as those of her pupils), was not at all sympathetic to staff who took liberties with their pupils. Several of the previous headmistress’s closest friends were given a very severe dressing down, as she delved into the discrepancies between the pupils’ grades and their ability. Gryphon kept a low profile, knowing that the marks that she gave them (especially in Sex Education) were remarkably consistent with their actual abilities. However, the new headmistress made sufficiently frequent references to Gryphon about how she’d been implicated in the sexual exploitation of her wards, for her to know that her departure wouldn’t be too unwelcome.
And so it was, that Innocence’s and Chastity’s first day as students at King’s College for Further and Technical Education was also Gryphon’s first day as a College Lecturer in Physical Education and General Studies. Gryphon’s greatest disappointment was that the students were of both genders and that they were mostly older than those she’d been teaching before. She was also disappointed that the pupils here were not topless by policy - although several students were so by choice. And, in some cases, were substantially more than topless. But at least she was still teaching, and the College Gym was actually a great deal better equipped than the one at the school.
Chastity was a student in one of Gryphon’s P.E. classes and from the beginning she suspected that this was a girl particularly amenable to extra-curricular sex. She watched Chastity with particular interest from her first day at school - particularly noticing the intimacy she enjoyed with another very pretty girl, with blonde shoulder-length hair and a fairly conservative wardrobe of blouses, skirts and plimsolls. Chastity wore her hair in short plaits and also chose to wear a blouse and skirt most of the time - but her blouse was almost always undone often allowing her breasts to fall out and Gryphon spotted that she never wore knickers underneath her flared skirt. She was slightly disturbed when she learnt that Chastity’s close companion was not a girl-friend, but in fact her sister. There was nothing about their behaviour together that suggested that they didn’t have a healthily intimate relationship.
She noticed that Chastity was fairly indiscriminate in her choice of partners, flirting with both the boys and the girls, and often to be found cuddling or kissing with one or the other with total disregard to what others might think. This gave Gryphon some hope of sexual satisfaction, as she had not as yet built up any sexual relationships with any of her students. She had had sex with a couple of her male colleagues, but this really didn’t give her the satisfaction that she craved. She knew that her very muscular frame, with muscles much larger than those of any other member of staff, was of great fascination to others at the school and she enjoyed demonstrating the superiority of her physical strength over others. So much for the weaker sex! But however hard and frantic the lovemaking, however many times she enticed her colleagues to ejaculate over her firm, unlined torso, letting the semen intermingle in the oils in which she habitually greased herself to accentuate the ripples and contours of her muscles, however many men she allowed to fuck her at the same time, it was the company of young girls that she most longed for.
She made passes towards some of the prettier, more immature looking girls after P.E. classes while everyone was still naked, or after General Studies lessons, but these were always misinterpreted as just kind or helpful statements and never led beyond an innocent pet on the cheek or the caress of a naked behind. Gryphon longed for more passionate encounters, where she could feel the sting of fresh saliva on her face after a young girl’s licks and kisses. She longed again to hold a slim body in her arms while thrusting again and again with her dildo into the child’s anus, and to watch the shivers of pleasure rack the young frame. It was somehow easier at the Topless Girls’ school where there had been a long tradition of intimate staff-pupils relations, than here where students had come from such very different backgrounds and more often than not had had no suspicion that there was more to be had from their teachers than just pedagogical instruction.
She guessed that Chastity knew well enough of the potentials for better staff-student relations, and this was well illustrated after a Cross Country run which she’d been leading and had effortlessly stayed ahead. She’d almost regretted being ahead - although the competitive side of her character wouldn’t allow for anything different - as she’d missed seeing the girls (and, incidentally, boys) running along naked in the midday sun, a sight that always gave her considerably erotic satisfaction. She’d showered and was practising with weights in the Gym, admiring the muscles swelling in her forearms and wrists as she lifted the weights up and down in mechanical rhythm. Soon she’d reached her present target for lifting weights, and with sweat trickling down her face, into her eyes, through the blonde mess of her short hair and down the thick muscles of her neck, she made her way into the changing rooms to have a shower.
She was alerted to Chastity’s presence in the shower by the sound of serious panting and an occasional gasp. Inquisitive as always, Gryphon crept slowly into the shower where the water was still gushing, to see Chastity with another girl. Gryphon paused breathlessly when she recognised Chastity, but also at the sight of the girl who was one for whom she’d reserved particular affection. She was a very slim girl, with a very young body. She barely had breasts at all and certainly no curves to betray her sixteen years. She was also a girl that Gryphon had always considered a lost hope, as she carried around with her an air of untouchable innocence that the teacher believed from previous experience was utterly insurmountable. And yet here she was - a conquest of this sluttish student - enjoying absolutely Chastity’s fingers probing deep inside her cunt and her teeth nibbling at her tiny precise nipples.
Gryphon stood at the corner of the shower room, transfixed by the sight and the girl’s passionate cries. Then she noticed Chastity was looking at her, and smiling while her teeth and mouth wandered away from the nipples and towards the girl’s earlobes. When Gryphon betrayed her emotion with a blush, Chastity grinned broadly and then theatrically inserted her middle finger into the girl’s anus. The girl started slightly, her taut buttocks slightly tightening with recognition of the invasion, but any complaints she might have were muffled by Chastity’s tongue which burrowed deep into her mouth. Gryphon stood fascinated, watching the warm water of the shower cascading over the naked girls while Chastity’s fingers stimulated the girl from front and rear. Half of her wanted to be invited to join and another half felt uncharacteristically embarrassed and just wanted to run away.
It was the latter half that triumphed, and Gryphon wandered off to the Gym, where she sat by the vaulting horse and began frantically masturbating. She pictured again and again the image of Chastity inserting her finger deeper and deeper into the girl’s arse, and she could picture further Chastity taking the girl’s clitoris in her teeth and nibbling at it, while she ejaculated again and again, louder and louder, with her body shaking with passion with greater and greater abandon.
“Why hello there!” she suddenly heard. Gryphon looked up with a startled expression, her fingers moist with vaginal stimulation and her face contorted with the effort of imagination. “You seem to have enjoyed my making love with little Josie as much as I did.”
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 had 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 which 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 also 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 generated that meant it was advisable to take a good look at what they had between their legs.
Despite the muscularness 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, flashing their cunt or penis, smiling welcomingly and asking 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 the 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 then 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 with sex with children, this was quite a novel experience to her. It was both sordid and in a novel way very erotic. She quite hated herself for it after she’d guiltily 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 just 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 pony-tails, 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 not wanting 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? O 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 around her waist. Chastity chatted all the while with the client to ascertain what his particular sexual preferences were and promising 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 that 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 kinds of houses 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 underneath 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 track suit. 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 love-making 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 feeling 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 was feeling quite understandably exploited, and she also knew that she couldn’t really say anything which could either justify Chastity’s behaviour or even comfort her. Furthermore, her own participation rather compromised herself as an independent witness.
“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 kneeled 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 then 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 young small 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’ll best show my teacher home,” she smiled.
“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 enjoy 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 love-making. 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 in 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 lamp-shade.
Gryphon visited Chastity’s own flat rather less often these days. 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 that 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 for her and her lover. Gryphon’s heart skipped a beat as she examined the pure round orbs of the 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 reached 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 which 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 at which 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 which 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 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 hippy 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.
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 felt that she 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’d 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 thought it didn’t make her look any more attractive. In fact, Purity was convinced that Chastity looked rather harsher and more unsympathetic than before.