In Which the Pleasures and Virtues of Innocence, Chastity and Purity are Revealed.
18-year-old Innocence was the most attractive 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 girl's 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 nickers 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.
