In Which the Pleasures and Virtues of Innocence, Chastity and Purity are Revealed.
nnocence was the most
attractive sixteen year old girl in her school. She had beautiful
rounded
breasts, the perfect figure, long sandy blond hair half-way down her
back and
the most attractive face anyone could wish for. When she smiled, boys
melted
into helpless submission and she was the envy of all the other girls. However,
Innocence had a secret. Although the perfect girl in almost every way,
between
her legs she was unlike any girl that you would normally meet, because
here,
where most girls have a vagina she had a perfectly formed penis and
testicles.
And a penis that could, with a little help, be as good a size as those
of most
of the boys at school. When
she was very young, she was a boy and was treated like other boys. But
as she
got older she could never again use the boys’ toilets without comment
and had
to wear clothes so different from those she wore before. She had good
taste and
wore the most feminine and flattering clothes there were, and never had
the
need of make-up to stir the penises of the boys in her class, as she
had great
delight in noticing. But she wasn’t now a boy. At
home she would often take her clothes off and stand in front of a
mirror to admire
herself. She was very much in love with her body. Not self-love but
erotic
love. She so wished to be able to fuck herself, but when her body
aroused her,
her prick stuck uselessly out in front of her. Try as she could, she
couldn’t
bend it round to stick into her anus and she couldn’t bend over to suck
it. She
would stand in front of the mirror frantically stroking and pummelling
her
penis until semen spurted out onto the mirror. She would then have to
take out
a handkerchief and wipe it off so that no stain would be left. Her
parents were unsure of what to make of her, but as she was in so many
obvious
ways a girl they agreed it was best for her to dress as one. She had to
keep
her secret to herself as much as possible. She would never use the
shower at
school and was excused any activity that would risk the world knowing
her
strange secret. But she would still go to the toilet standing up. She
loved both boys and girls, but especially girls. This was hard as the
boys were
the ones most attracted to her. At every opportunity they would kiss
her and
feel her voluptuous breasts. But she had to resist showing what she had
hidden,
whatever her desires, which were very great. No boy could get a hand
below her
waist. All
the girls were envious of her, but she was known as a cock-teaser. Some
girls,
correctly, surmised that she liked girls more, but even those girls who
wanted
to could never get their hands below her waist. Her
most treasured encounter was in the girls’ toilets at school where one
not very
attractive girl kissed her passionately full on the mouth and massaged
her
breasts. Innocence responded by feeling this girl’s breasts and even
got a
finger up her anus. But when the girl tried to force her hand down the
front of
Innocence’s skirt she had to push her off. And she ran away with tears
running
down her face. Her
mother knew that Innocence masturbated once or twice every day, but she
dutifully changed the sheets with their yellow stains and ignored the
mess she
made of the carpet. Girls will be boys, she said philosophically. Her
older
sister, Chastity, found it all very strange, but she was very good and
told
nobody of her sister’s strange secret. “Is
there anywhere I won’t be treated like a freak?” wondered an anguished
Innocence as she pushed her middle finger as high up her anus as she
could and
massaged her prick until it was as large as it could be. “If only I
lived
somewhere where I could make love with someone and it would be thought
normal.”
The very thought caused a rush of sperm to come and run down her legs
and
spatter over the bedclothes. She
would sit in the bath holding her penis in her hands and stroking it as
she
thought of a world where she could be normal. If her father or mother
came in
she would try to cover it up. Her sister came in once as Innocence was
having a
particularly vivid fantasy. Innocence didn’t notice as her sister
pulled down
her skirt and sat on the toilet. Only as a rush of urine and the plop
of a turd
hit the water did Innocence open her eyes and look up. “Don’t
worry about me, Innocence,” said her sister indulgently. She finished
crapping
and wiped her bum carefully with toilet paper. She stood up and walked
to the
hand-basin. “Neither Mummy nor Daddy are here. You can tell me what you
think.”
Innocence
shyly said nothing. “Can I
see your prick?” smiled her sister. She looked at its still tumescent
thickness. “It’s beautiful. Do you want to see my body?” “I’m
not sure...” “Of
course you’re sure,” she laughed. “I’ve seen you look at me.” She
pulled her blouse
off and dropped her skirt to the ground. She then removed her blouse
and
knickers revealing a body as beautiful as Innocence’s. “What do you
think?” Innocence’s
excited penis told the whole story. Innocence’s sister put her hand on
it and
stroked it slowly. This was the first time anyone other than Innocence
had ever
touched it and it got bigger and bigger. The thing swelled larger than
it had
ever done before. “Oh
it’s so perfect!” her sister exclaimed. She
got into the bath with Innocence and bent over Innocence in a most
awkward way
so that she could get her mouth over it. This was the most ecstatic
moment in
Innocence’s life so far, as her sister sucked and licked and swallowed
her
penis. It didn’t take too long until she felt the shudder as it voided
sperm
and then more and then more. Some of it got loose and splattered into
the bath,
but most of it stayed in her sister’s mouth. “This
is the best come I’ve ever tasted,” complimented her sister as a little
dribble
came out of her mouth and smeared over her lips. “It’s
the first time...” admitted Innocence. “But
not the last,” her sister promised. It
wasn’t - but never again so perfect. Innocence found the guilt of
incest so
often weighed against the delight of sex that it inhibited her. She
could never
face penetrating her sister’s cunt, although her sister made clear she
could.
Just the thought made her go limp. Although her sister had done her
best,
Innocence now felt more miserable than before. “Is the only lover I’ll
ever
have going to be my own sister?” she wondered. She
also felt jealous of her sister’s sex life which she described in great
detail.
All the boys who’d fucked her, sometimes more than one at a time. The
ways it’d
be done, the shuddering and aching of it. One of
the girls at Innocence’s school was also very different from all the
other
girls, but in a way that couldn’t be disguised. This was because she
was black
in a town where all the other girls were white. Purity was born in the
same
town as the school but even at sixteen she wasn’t fully accepted by all
the
other girls. This very difference made Purity a natural ally for
Innocence,
though she never let on as to why. It was
a warm Spring day - as warm as any Summer day - and the two girls were
playing
truant. This wasn’t particularly difficult at their school, but as good
pupils
this wasn’t something they did very often. To keep out of sight from
any
teachers or parents, the girls went for a walk in to the woods
nearby. “What
a lovely day!” exclaimed Purity as they came out of a wooded grove to a
quiet
bank-side with a view of the town below. “Shall we sit here?” Innocence
nodded. From here they could see all the town. The streets spread out
in all
directions, trees lining the pavements and sprinklers dancing in the
gardens.
Birds were singing and the low roar of a combined harvester could be
heard in
the distance. The two girls lowered themselves down onto the grass,
which was
lovely and dry as it hadn’t been raining for days. Purity took off her
school
blazer and lay it beside her. Yes, it was warm enough, decided
Innocence taking
off her own blazer. “I
love warm weather,” Purity announced with a grin which lit up her face.
She
wore her hair in braids and beads which nevertheless hadn’t grown
nearly enough
to cover her face. Her lips were full and her teeth were beautifully
white and
healthy. Innocence also had strong white healthy teeth, but hers was a
shy,
almost timid, face and she rarely smiled with Purity’s natural
fullness. “Is it
because of where you come from?” wondered Innocence, for whom, like all
girls
at school, Purity seemed almost an alien. “You
mean where my parents come from?” corrected Purity. “I shouldn’t think
it’d
make any difference. But I do like the sun.” With a cheeky little smile
she
undid her blouse button by button. She pulled it off to reveal her bra.
“I
especially like the feel of it on my skin.” She stood up and pulled off
her
skirt and then sat down in only her underwear. She leaned back and then
as an
afterthought kicked off her shoes and socks. She smiled at Innocence
and then
lay on her back with her eyes closed, letting the sun soak in. Innocence
envied Purity for her boldness. She sat on one elbow and examined her
companion’s body. She was a little younger than herself and a couple of
years
younger than her sister, Chastity, the only other girl she’d ever
looked at in
such detail. Like herself, she was quite slim although her bottom and
breasts
were just a little bit more rounded. She particularly adored the
powerful and
sensuous line of Purity’s chin and neck. “Why
not take some of your clothes off?” suggested Purity. “Oh I
couldn’t!” gasped Innocence, a bit taken aback. Her secret! “Don’t
be silly! It’s too warm to wear all that. There’s nothing indecent
about me, is
there?” “No,”
admitted Innocence, though she was sure some of the teachers might
disagree. “So
come on then,” laughed Purity sitting up and undoing Innocence’s
blouse, which
was soon off, lying on the grass. Innocence’s beautiful breasts were
just about
contained by her bra, which was as always just that little bit too
tight.
“...And the skirt...” laughed Purity, eyes were now sparkling with
excitement. “No!
Not the skirt!” Innocence argued, knowing that her secret would be seen
under
her knickers. “Yes!
The skirt!” giggled Purity who had already discreetly undone the waist
(Innocence hadn’t noticed at all) and pulled it right down. Innocence
grabbed
her crotch and tried to reclaim her skirt which Purity held. “Hand it
back!”
she cried almost in tears. “You
are silly!” Purity cried, picking up Innocence’s clothes and running
away with
them. “See if you can catch me.” Purity ran, her black skin in clear
contrast
to her white underwear. “Give
them back! Give them back!” cried Innocence who stood up and ran after
Purity,
her hand over her crotch. She lost sight of her friend, who had dashed
into the
wood, and stood helplessly at the footpath looking in either direction.
She
looked backwards and forwards and then saw Purity stroll towards her,
wearing
no clothes at all. Although Innocence had already seen most of Purity’s
body,
this was a shock that Innocence found difficult to accept. She choked.
“Where
are my clothes?” “I’ve
hidden them,” smiled Purity. Innocence looked at her with disbelief.
“I’ll give
them back when you take all your clothes off.” “No!
No!” This was the horror that Innocence had feared. What would people
think if
they knew! “Give me back my clothes.” “Why
won’t you take your clothes off? I have. It’s alright. We can sit in
the sun
and get a nice tan.” “I’ll
take off my bra,” bargained Innocence. “Go
on...” taunted Purity. Innocence
undid her bra at the back but her breasts fell out even before she’d
unclasped it.
Beautiful rounded breasts with excited nipples. “And the knickers” “Not
the knickers!” “Yes!
The knickers!” laughed Purity as she jumped on Innocence and pulled
them down.
They had already been a fairly insecure prison for Innocence’s penis
and testicles,
which often squeezed out of the elastic at the best of times. Now in
their
slightly aroused state they almost offered resistance as Purity tugged
them
down to her knee. Innocence fell backwards and in supporting herself as
she
fell her hand came away from her crotch, which was revealed bare and
inviting. Purity
sat back on her knees her already pert breasts appearing more pert and
the
expression on her face losing its smile but not its excitement. “Don’t
tell
anyone!” sobbed Innocence who was nonetheless unable to control her
member’s
excitement. “Stick
it in me!” gasped Purity. “I don’t care what happens. Stick it in me!” She
pushed her crotch forward and its moist, ready and welcoming interior
fitted
easily around it. Innocence then sat back doing almost nothing as
Purity thrust
her crotch backwards and forwards onto her genitals. She gasped and
sweated and
grasped for support on Innocence’s breasts and shoulders. “Your
nipples!” gasped Purity bending down with her neck and grasping one in
her teeth.
She slipped her hands behind Innocence’s bottom and pushed Innocence’s
buttocks
up and down, and then, with a little more effort, she rolled the two of
them
over onto the grass. “Push
it in! Push it in!” she commanded. Innocence
soon forgot her original fears and pushed and thrust at the groin as
she had
never done before. Perhaps her fear of full sex with Chastity was
mistaken, she
wondered, as her smooth erect penis pushed backwards and forwards. She
looked
down at it as it went in and out - the contrast between its whiteness
(the more
pronounced as it had never seen the sun before) and Purity’s blackness
and the
opaque blackness of her crotch made it go on and on. When
Innocence had finally come and spurted uncontrollably in Purity’s
crotch and
down Purity’s legs, she came back to her senses. What had she done? she
asked
herself as she watched her white semen roll like tears down the inside
of
Purity’s black thighs. Without a word, Innocence and Purity walked back
to the
grass bank where they had sat and for an hour they lay together, with
no
clothes other than Innocence’s white socks and shoes, cuddling each
other and
hardly saying a word. “This
will stay our secret,” Innocence tried to persuade Purity to agree.
“You won’t
tell any one.” “Don’t
worry,” Purity replied with a reassuring smile sitting up and looking
at her
beautiful body. Her hand slipped down to Innocence’s flaccid penis and
stroked
underneath it and then held its limpness up. A small globule of semen
dropped
out. “I won’t whisper to a soul.” She gave the penis a little squeeze
and it
slightly stiffened. “Besides nobody would believe me!”