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Chastity

By: still_goin



All the Characters in this fictional story are over the age of eighteen.

"How was the revival, Mona?" 

"It was wonderful, Mom."

"It must have been. Your face has the most beautiful smile on it. Who was there?"

"All the kids from our church group and a lot of them from across town, too."

"Well, that's good. You had dinner?"

"Oh yes. There was a special feast for those of us who signed the pledge."

"What pledge is that. dear?"

"The chastity pledge."

"So you signed?"

"Oh, Yes. I promised to be chaste for my husband."

"That's wonderful. I'm so happy for you and I'm sure your father will be too when he gets home."

"He isn't home?"

"There was an emergency at the mall. One of the toilets is overflowing."

"Oh, the life of a plumber."

"Don't complain. He makes a good living."

"I'm not complaining, it just must be a drag for him always getting called out for emergencies. Well, I better get upstairs and do my homework."

I turned the TV on with the sound down low and started to work out the problems for Calculus. I was hardly paying attention to the TV, in the middle of a hard problem, when I looked up and I could hardly believe it. Some girl and the Bachelor were under a blanket and it sure looked like they were having sexual intercourse. I quickly turned the TV off. Then I felt guilty as blood rushed to my groin. It reminded me of all the wrong things I'd done before learning about chastity. Once I even let Jimmy put his hand on my breasts. Thank God I hadn't let him put his hands in my pants like he wanted to. 

The Devil is so clever. He was trying me and it was all I could do not to reach down and feel my sex, which was wetting my panties in spite of what I could do about it. I remembered what they said about masturbation at the revival and got my Bible down from my bedside table and started to read. I could barely concentrate on the words. I tried aversion therapy like they told us to and imagined earthworms crawling in my vagina but that just made me want to reach down there and play with them. The Bible wasn't being any help. 

I fled my room for downstairs and the kitchen and got some Graham Crackers to soak in glass of milk. Breaking the crackers in half and dipping them in milk, in and out—oh! I suddenly realized what it looked like. I could hear a sitcom in the other room and it was just one sexual joke after another. I went out into the back yard and did push-ups and ran in place until I couldn't lift my legs. Coming back into the house Mom yelled, "Is something wrong, dear?"

"Nah, I'm just trying to clear my head. Calc is so hard."

"I wish I could help you," said my dad.

"Oh, you're home. I didn't hear you come in."

"Yes, and your mother told me you signed the pledge. I'm so proud of you. Here, give me a hug."

Oh you Devil, even hugging my father makes me think of sex. Am I damned then? I remembered what they said: The Devil tempts you to test you. Don't give in to evil thoughts. "Goodnight Daddy," I said and broke away and ran back up stairs.

I don't know how, but I finally got going on the Calculus again. I could hardly keep my eyes open, We'd been up late sitting around the campfire singing hymns. My bed looked better and better. But I couldn't go to sleep, even as tired as I was. Images of the Bachelor swam in my mind. I got out of bed and put on two pairs of shorts, and clasped my Bible in my arms. Even so, the muscles in my groin were clenching and unclenching and the results were decidedly sexy. Is this masturbation? I wondered. 

Did I sleep or was Satan at work? I dreamed Jimmy was on top of me and I could feel his devil snake inside of me. I sat up, suddenly awake. I was so ashamed. The devil snake was my fingers, masturbating me in my sleep. I despaired, I couldn't even trust myself in my sleep! 

If I slept at all, I certainly didn't get any rest. I was tired and grouchy all day, the more so when I learned that almost all my Calculus problems were wrong–so wrong, I couldn't believe I'd done them. The rest of the week went like that. There was no refuge for me. Saturday afternoon, I borrowed the car and drove to church to talk to Pastor Bob. 

"I need help, Pastor. I'm being deviled by impure thoughts. I don't know what to do."

"It isn't easy to be a sister of Christ, Mona. You are surrounded by temptations. But if you pray, I'm sure you will win out."

"But I tried all the things they told us to at the retreat and I'm still being plagued."

"Will you kneel with me and pray?" 

We knelt down and prayed together. Pastor Bob put his hands on my head. "Feel the spirit, Mona," he intoned. I tried my hardest, but the spirit eluded me.

"I have a pastoral conference scheduled, so I can't talk with you longer. But I want you to come back later and we'll wrestle with your problem." I didn't like the look in his eyes and vowed not to come back. "Keep the faith, Mona, and God will reward you."

"Thank you." I said stiffly, then I left his office and walked up the stairs. The door to the sanctuary was open and I walked down the aisle and sat in the front pew, praying to Jesus who looked down from above me on his cross. He looked so understanding. I closed my eyes and meditated. What do you want of me, Lord? 

Suddenly I awoke. I looked at my watch. At least thirty minutes had passed. I could hear noises coming from the basement. What can that be? I thought. 

"Can you feel the holy spirit?" I heard Pastor Bob say.

"Yes, yes. I feel it! I feel it!" I heard. But something didn't sound right. I tiptoed down the stairs and every step I took persuaded me that something wasn't right. "Ah, ah, ah," said Pastor Bob. "Feel the spirit FILL YOU. Do you feel the spirit filling you?"

"Oh yes, yes, yes. It is filling me, filling me, oh God, don't stop filling me with your holy spirit." It sounded like our chastity counselor, Mrs. Savage, but that couldn't be right. The door to Pastor's office has a small window. I fought with my better angel a moment, then I sneaked a peak. Pastor Bob was on top of Mrs. Savage, whose legs were wrapped around his naked butt, holding him tight as his white fanny cheeks bounced up and down.

I may be a Christian virgin, but I'm not so naïve I didn't know what they were doing. I ran from the church like I was being pursued by the devil, all my illusions shattered.

I felt so cheated. I'm burning with desire and these guys are preaching to me about Chastity. Is it all a sham? My head was spinning and I was half way home before I realized I'd left the car at church. 

When I got home I went straight to my room and threw myself on top of my bed where I lay staring at the ceiling. The image of Pastor Bob on top of Mrs. Savage was etched in my mind and my mind was transmitting impulses to my body, which I was fighting like the Devil, shivering from the heat--fighting my hands' desire to slip down between my legs. Maybe it won't be so bad if I keep my hands outside my jeans I thought, but I still felt guilty as I let my hands win. Soon my jeans were soaking where my fingers rubbed through them trying to find my inner warmth and my fingers smelled as I realized when I held them to my nose. I couldn't stand it. I ripped open my fly and reached in. Too tight. I slipped my jeans down below my knees and let my fingers in as far as they could go. My heels dug into the bed and lifted my hips to meet my greedy fingers as I explored my secret place. It felt so good. Satan, let me go. Suddenly I shuddered and then slowly found myself at peace again. 

I awoke to rapping on my door. "Dinner's ready." I sat up. What are my jeans doing down around my knees? I thought. Oh, yeah, I remember. Ugh, they smell. I quickly changed them and my panties and rushed down to the table.

"Isn't this early for dinner?" I asked.

"Have you forgotten your meeting? It's Saturday night."

Oh, right, I thought. Chastity club. Shit. "Do I have to go? I have tons of homework."

"But you have all day tomorrow."

"I guess."

"You know how important it is to have the support of your friends in keeping to your commitment," she said.

"Okay, Mother. Can I have the car again?"

"Your dad needs it, but I bet Mike Grady, across the street, will give you a ride home. Why don't you call him?"

I wasn't happy to be at the meeting and I sat at the back hardly paying attention. "Tonight we are all here to support each other in our commitment to be pure in heart and body. Does anyone have anything to share with us? Yes George."

"I need more help in– ah– you know, keeping my hands off myself at night. I keep telling myself I won't ever do it again, but every night I'm just too weak. I know I'm letting God down, but I'm just not strong enough." Some of the guys were sort of snickering but if you caught their eyes, they looked very earnest.

"You aren't letting God down. You're letting yourself down. Does anyone have anything that will help George?"

"The chastity web page says to wear an extra pair of pants to bed. Does that work?"

"At the revival they said to use aversion therapy, you might try that."

"Well, I'm sure we all hope George will find the strength. Maybe if we all pray together." I hardly paid attention. I wondered if George and I were the only ones. The prayer came to an end.

"Thank you for sharing with us, George. Let's give him a hand everyone. That's nice. Now, how are the rest of you doing?" Pastor Bob looked around. I think all he must have seen was the tops of everybody's heads, because everyone I could see was staring at the floor, which made me pretty sure I wasn't the only one. 

The meeting seemed to go on forever and then I found myself in the car with Mike, driving home. "I don't know about this," he said. "I think everyone's lying like hell. That's what I think. Did you see the expression on everyone's face when PB asked if we were keeping our commitment."

I blushed. "So, what are you saying, Mike? I didn't hear you volunteering anything."

"Look, I have my flaws, but I'm not about to parade them in front of everybody, especially when I'm sure everyone else is either lying or just failing to admit what's really going on. Sometimes I think this is just a big shuck."

I felt like admitting to him that I knew at least three of us were guilty besides George–me and Pastor Bob and Mrs. Savage, but it was too embarrassing. I just sat as quietly as I could and let him talk, something he appeared to be fond of doing.

That evening I looked up 'Christian Masturbation' in Google. One webpage had about fifteen pages of sermonizing on the subject including the following:

The Bible has no problem talking about sex, but the people of God have somehow gotten the message that it is a subject best not mentioned - especially that "dirty little habit" called masturbation. Little do we realize that by keeping this issue in darkness, we are playing right into Satan's hand. Darkness is where he keeps people isolated, ignorant, afraid, shameful and hopeless. Modern psychology and medicine would have us believe that masturbation is healthy and natural, persuading many Christian leaders to communicate the same message.

I felt so guilty that I resolved to read the Bible for the rest of the evening. Please God, give me strength. I took down the presentation Bible I was given when I was born again, and it fell open–to the Song of Solomon. That's funny, I've never heard of this book.

The song of songs, which is Solomon's. Let him kiss me with the kisses of his mouth: for thy love is better than wine

What have I got myself into? I thought.

The beams of our house are cedar, and our rafters of fir. A bundle of myrrh is my well-beloved unto me; he shall lie all night betwixt my breasts. My beloved is unto me as a cluster of camphire in the vineyards of Engedi. Behold, thou art fair, my love; behold, thou art fair; thou hast doves' eyes. Behold, thou art fair, my beloved, yea, pleasant: also our bed is green. The beams of our house are cedar, and our rafters of fir. 

This is really cool, I thought, what's it doing in the Bible? I read on. It was a love poem written by a woman. Then I got to the following: 

"By night on my bed I sought him whom my soul loveth: I sought him, but I found him not." 

I thought, that sounds like me, except I don't even know who his is. Then I thought, it's almost like they are condoning masturbation. I kept reading. I couldn't help thinking that it was in favor of love, and that the body of your beloved is a beautiful thing to behold. How come nobody ever talks about this part of the Bible?

The next week Dad was out of town with the car and so Mike agreed to drive me both ways. Maybe I should say a few words about Mike. He has always been way over my head, status wise, and we've never made an attempt to pal around even though he lives across from me. He is an unusual guy, to say the least. He is quarterback on the football and one of the most popular guys in school. He also is in the running for valedictorian and had the best SAT's of anybody where I go to school. In his junior year he was born again and has been a spokesman for having a personal relationship with Christ ever since. 

The meeting was the same old same old. Mrs. Savage somehow coaxed somebody into admitting they'd been impure and then everybody would applaud them for confessing. One of the girls even admitted she'd let her boyfriend pet her through her blouse. She cried as everyone circled around her and hugged her in a great big mob of people. Then we picked her up and passed her around the room above our heads while she screamed and giggled with pleasure. 

On the way home Mike was in a sour mood. "I think this is bunk."

"You do? Why?"

"I just don't think Jesus cares if I beat off at night."

I gasped. 

"Well, do you?"

"Do I what?"

"Huh? "You didn't think I was asking if you . . . ah . . . you know what I mean. "I was asking if you think Jesus has a position on the subject of masturbation."

"Oh."

"Well, do you?"

"To tell the truth, I never thought about it. I just sort of accepted that everybody was right."

"Well, let me know when you have thought about it. I'll tell you something true, though. I masturbate all the time and I don't think there's anything wrong with it. I'll tell you something else. The only difference between me, and the rest of them, is that I'm telling you the truth. I can show you scientific surveys and studies and they all agree that everybody does it."

"Don't look at me like that."

"Like what?"

"Like you know what."

"Was I looking at you like that? I didn't mean to."

"You didn't mean to, but you were thinking that, weren't you."

"I don't think I want to talk about it."

"Ha! See!"

"Well, I'm sorry. Okay? Don't make a big thing about it. I didn't say anything and it isn't nice to imagine you know what other people are thinking; that's what I think."

"Don't be a big grouch about it, okay. I was just kidding. You just punched my button, that's all."

"I'm sorry, then."

"No I'm sorry, and I'll tell you something else. You're right, and that's why it stung."

"Well, it wasn't nice of me to make a big deal about it."

"No, I'm actually the one who did that, but let's drop it. I'd rather talk about masturbating." There was a long silence. I laughed. He laughed.

I broke the silence with a question. Why do you think everybody makes such a big thing about it, then? If it isn't wrong, why do they do it?"

"I think it's a big power trip, that's all."

"I don't get it."

"If someone can put you down and make you feel guilty, they can manipulate that guilt to make themselves superior kinds of people and everybody looks up to them and looks to them for advice and they're big deals. Little old ladies love them and, oh, what the hell. This is all too cynical."

"There's got to be more to it than that. That's what I think." We were pulling up to the driveway. "See ya."

The next day I went to church, but instead of being a soul satisfying experience, it had become a cynical recognition of the importance of being seen at church. Pastor Bob hadn't destroyed my faith in the church, but he had destroyed my interest in hearing what he thought about religion. I almost wished I had ratted him out and told Mother what I saw. Maybe I wouldn't have had to put up with his preaching anymore. 

Since it was Sunday, I went down to the family room to watch Pro Football. I thought, that's funny, the video player is on. Just for curiosity I pushed play and turned on the TV. There is a couple standing outside in the sunshine. He is unbuttoning her blouse and when he finishes she takes it off, revealing a bikini top. She reaches up and rubs her breasts outside the thin strip of fabric of her top. 

I am immediately in her skin. She reaches down and unfastens her capri's and steps out of them. I take a big breath. 

She reaches down into her suit and strokes her crotch and my crotch feels it. I reach down. The house is silent, only the quiet whrrr of the video machine and the sound of my zipper coming down as I step out of my jeans, leaving them in a pile on the floor. My hands are rubbing my crotch outside of my undies, and when the porn star reaches inside her panties so do I.

My eyes snap back to the screen as it shifts to the young man who is standing there watching his woman please herself. 

He takes her in his arms from behind her and reaches inside her top pushing it up around her neck in the process. She arches back into him as he reaches around to take a nipple into his mouth. Her hands are stroking the bulge in the front of his jeans. 

I gasp as she unsnaps his pants and pulls them down, allowing him to kick them off as she takes his cock into her hands. It looks bigger than I imagined from the seeing the bulges in guys' pants. 

She is fondling him in her hands, weighing his balls; they're big too. His cock looks bigger than it did and it's sticking out a little. She squats in front of him and takes it in her mouth and then grasps his balls with her fingers. His cock shivers as she licks down its length and then takes the tip of it into her mouth again. He arches his hips and more of his cock disappears into her mouth. 

She grabs his balls as she pulls back and his cock is a different kind of thing, now. It stands erect, so now I know what that means. 

He pulls her up and kisses the mouth that was just around his cock. His erection stands straight up, arching back to bounce on his belly button. Long strings of goo hang down. He pulls her bikini bottom down and steadies her as she steps out of them. Then he takes a knee and lowers her down on a blanket on the ground.

I push 'off.' I am trying to take in what I am seeing. I take the remote and sit down on the davenport, stand up again, take my panties off and sit. 

I push play, again.

He is naked now. His face is between her legs and he starts to smell her vagina. His smile transfixes her face. He licks up the length of her slot. She digs her feet into the ground and lifts her hips to meet his tongue. I reach down and put my hand over my slit. It is open. I brush my fingers lightly along the outer lips feeling my hairs stand up and reach for the fingers as they pass.

He is licking her deeply now, and the camera has zoomed in to where I can see how swollen the flesh of her vulva is as it squirms under his tongue. Deep inside her I see a glistening hole. I reach into a hole that glistens just like it between my thighs and find moisture there. I bring it to my eyes and rub my fingers together. I sniff them. That's me, I think. I taste each one. Ummmm. The flavor brings saliva to my mouth and it is sticky. I reach back down to my vagina and my sticky fingers slide around easily. Now my fingers are trying to find the bottom of the hole and there isn't any.


Chastity



I lay back staring at the TV screen and my breathing slowly comes back to normal. The fellow's body is attractive as he lies back on the blanket, his cock so big and red as it waves in her face. She is facing the camera as she straddles him and reaches back behind her to do something with her hand, then settles back on him where he lays. She kisses him. Then she begins to thrust her pelvis forward and back in a rocking motion and, from the effect it has on her, I figure he must be inside her. They do this rhythmically for some time with enough energy that I'm compelled to pay attention. Then she leans back on her arms and I can see his penis as it moves in and out of her. I put my hand flat against my vulva and press and it's as if his cock were parting my lips and sliding into me. No it isn't; not nearly enough it isn't. But it exceeds anything I ever dreamed existed. 

I heard the door open up stairs. I pushed "stop" as quick as I could and put my jeans back on, stuffing my panties into a pocket. Then, just for the heck of it, I yelled, "Anybody want to get a video tonight." Mother came running down the stairs and said, "What a good idea." She walked over to the VCR and pushed eject. "Why don't you drive down to the mall and pick out a video. Nothing above PG-13, mind you."

I wonder what Mike would think? I thought as I lay in bed that night. I wondered how he masturbated? What did he think of? I had an image of him in my mind that looked a lot like the fellow in the video. I reached down and started to explore my pussy in earnest. While my fingers did their magic I thought 'what would Jesus think?' and I thought about Mike's asking the same question and I felt at peace, like Jesus is okay with this. I know he is. 

During the week at school I caught Mike looking at me in the halls a couple of times and it was all I could do not to meet his eyes. I'm sure I blushed. This confused me. Why did I suddenly feel shy around him? I sure didn't know the answer to that, but I was pretty sure it had something to do with the fact that when I saw him going down the hall, I couldn't help looking at his buns, which were hot, and, if he was facing me, my eyes could help checking out the package that was not quite hidden inside the buttons of his 501's. 

It was understood Mike would drive again on Saturday. Then, on the way home we talked again. I finally told him about Pastor Bob. He pulled over to the curb and parked the car and had me tell him the whole story. Then he asked me several questions, which I answered the best I could. "You should have told someone," he said.

"It's too late now, but you're right. I should have."

"Well, you know, I think a guy like that will out in the end. It's himself he's hurting, not me."

"What about Mr. Savage."

"I'm not going to go there."

"You're smart."

"Maybe this once."

"You're right about something else."

"Really? What?"

"Masturbation. I even found a place in the Bible that supports you–in a way. I think I owe you thanks."

"Why?"

"You were right about me doing it. I always have fought it but I always end up doing it and I hated myself for it. That took all the pleasure out of it and left all the pain. Now I'm finally enjoying doing it."

"I don't understand, how can you not enjoy it?"

"That's hard to describe. I was fighting it every step of the way so it was like I was at war with my body. My body enjoyed it and I hated my body for doing it."

"Wow, that's heavy."

"I feel like a stone's been lifted from my chest."

"And a nice chest it is. Oh, I didn't say that. Sorry. I'm glad I could help. Are you going on the Thanksgiving retreat?"

"Yes, I'm afraid I am. My parents are insisting."

"Mine don't care one way or the other, but I wouldn't miss it."

"Why not, feeling the way you do about it?"

"Something is happening with these people that I can't figure out. Everywhere I am, the air is full of sex. Take TV, for example."

I did. I told him about the Bachelor fucking under the blanket. "I can't believe I said, 'fucking.'"

"I've heard it before."

"I try not to swear."

"I don't think it is swearing. Not the way you used it."

Mike started the engine and pulled away from the curb. "Would you like a burger and coke?" he asked.

"How about a shake instead?"

We were all sitting around the fire singing KumBayAh. Mike was sitting behind me with his arms around my stomach. I was tingling where his biceps brushed my breasts, which felt very tender. Suddenly he grabbed my shoulder and squeezed while he bent forward to whisper in my ear. "Look!" 

My eyes followed his finger. I could just barely see Mrs. Savage and Pastor Bob walking away from the fire, about fifteen feet apart. Mike jumped up and I followed him as we faded to the rear. We followed as quietly as we could, helped by knowledge of the route they took, which led to the Eagle's Roost, a log tower with a deck for viewing out over the lake. They didn't climb the tower, though, they went past it. Mike and I climbed the tower and followed their progress through the moonlit woods. It was too dark to see what they did clearly when they lay down beneath a tree, but not to dark to image. My eyes strained to see, too, but though I could see Pastor Bob's butt pumping his penis into Mrs. Savage, I couldn't see the details my eyes were hungry for.

They quickly consummated their business and left, and Mike and I lay down and looked up at the stars. I was as hot as ever I had been and my fingers found where it felt best between my legs, comfortable that in the dark Mike wouldn't be able to see. The Milky Way was just barely visible in the bright light of the moon. Suddenly I felt Mike's hand on my leg and he leaned on it to let himself down beside me. He lay on his side facing me and started to rub my neck muscles. I rolled over onto my stomach and he massaged my back. "

I rolled over again and pulled him to me so we could kiss. It felt delicious. But this wasn't a place to make out. Anybody coming by would be able to see us in this bright moonlight. I pulled away and whispered, "maybe later, Mike," and started down the ladder. He leaned over the ladder, looking down at me, "I'll be along a little later."

Just at the verge of the woods I stopped and looked down at the youths around the fire. I slowly unbuttoned my jeans and reached in and quickly brought myself off. I was hot, and I had the image of Mike's face in my mind as my orgasm exploded like a nova in the night.

The next morning we had an hour of free time at 10:00. Mike and I took off up the trail to the Eagle's Roost. I teased Mike, "Did you think of me while you were beating off, Mike?"

"What if I did?"

"What would you think if I told you I brought myself off on the way back?"

"I think I we should have done it together."

"Mike!"

"Well, why not?"

"I don't know. It sounds dangerous."

"You don't trust yourself?"

"Are you kidding?"

"I don't know."

We passed the Roost and continued up the trail. The crushed grass made it clear where the love birds had been. "Look," said Mike. He picked up a stick and used it to lift up a long piece of plastic wrap.

"What's that?"

"A condom."

"Really?" I looked closer. "Yuck," it was as slimy as a slug. "What we should do is take it down to Pastor Bob and tell him we have evidence that someone in the group is having sex."

"What do you think he'd do?"

"I'll bet he'd have a big confession meeting and try to get somebody to confess."

"You're probably right. I don't think I want that, do you?"

Mike lay down and on the ground where they'd been. It must have been pleasant he said. He rubbed his crotch and I could see a swelling where his cock was. I sat down beside him and started to rub his chest muscles, warming up to kissing. Very little kissing was necessary before I found myself lying on his prone body, feeling his hardness against my softness. Mikes fingers started to rub my breasts through my blouse. I'd done this before and I hadn't forgotten how pleasurable it was.

After a while, Mike reached around and release my bra. He did it so easily, it was clear he was experienced. I loved it when he reached in and caressed my breasts and when he pushed up my t-shirt and took my nipples into his mouth and made me nurse him, I felt like my mind was flying.

I started to pet his penis but his pants were so tight, I couldn't really feel a thing, so I reached inside his underwear looking for his cock. It wasn't hard to find but his pants were so tight I could hardly move my hand. Mike finally had to unbuckle his belt and open his fly before his cock was free to pop up. "How do I do this?" I asked.

He showed me, guiding my hand to show me the motion. "Pet my balls," he said after a while. I did. He spread his legs and lifted his hips off the ground so I could lower his pants. Then started humping my hand. With my free hand I put my palm against the tip of his cock and felt how soft it was. I stopped pumping my hand and circled my fingers around the round bulb at the end. It was slippery wet. It felt neat the way his cock tip skated on the palm of my hand. Mike's breath started to come in gasps and I squeezed his cock harder as he strained against it and came. "Watch out." I jumped back and his stream just missed me.

Mike lay back and relaxed. "Thank you," he said.

"You're welcome. That's pretty exciting. I didn't know I'd get off on it too."

"You did?"

"My panties are soaking."

"How do girls beat off? That's something I've never been able to figure out."

I showed him. He tried, but his finger was rough. "Let me do it, I said. I started to frig my clit back and forth. Mike watched closely. Every once and a while he'd rub a finger lightly over the outside of my labia but he didn't make the mistake of putting a finger on the inner membrane again. When I came we both dressed quickly and returned to lunch and the group activities that were scheduled for afternoon.

Back in my room again I did a google search for 'Christian sex.' A website for young married Christians appealed to me. They said sex was a gift from God and even cited the Song of Solomon. They talked about pre-marital sex which they said was bad, even though it's not against the Ten Commandments. 'Huh?' I thought. It took several different websites before I realized that adultery isn't the same thing as 'fornication' which is what people do who have sex when they aren't married. 

Then they discussed things that are okay for Christians to do when they are married and they had some good things to say about oral genital contact. That surprised me because when I saw that in the video, I thought it looked really ugly, even if it made me shiver inside with pleasure. The only thing there were really against was anal intercourse.

Another Web page discussed whether mutual masturbation was okay and said that sometimes it can be the only way to avoid intercourse but that some people think you have to draw the line before that, because any genital contact is bound to lead to intercourse eventually. Another suggestion was discussed for avoiding intercourse and that was outercourse. That was an interesting concept; everything except penetration.

Saturday Mike called to ask if I'd like to go to the drive-in after the meeting. After asking my parents I said sure.

The movie wasn't very good which was just as well, because we might have missed it. As it was, we felt free to pay attention to our sexual organs instead. It began with Mike's arm around my shoulder; then his hand found my breast. Then the other hand joined the first in capturing both of them. Then I helped him release my bra and commenced to purr as he paid wonderful homage to my breasts. 

Somewhere in the midst of this I began to realize how much Mike was at my mercy. Then after a while, as he lay on top while we hugged and humped our pelvises together, I realized how much I was at his mercy. This was uncomfortable even though it was hot, hot, hot, and I finally had to push him away. I got on my knees in the passenger's side foot space. I barely fit. I unbuckled his belt and opened his fly. I twirled a finger around the tip of his cock. Then, taking a big breath, I leaned over and took him into my mouth. He gasped. Something in me really resonated to what I was doing to Mike.

I loved the feel of that big bulb at the tip. The salty sweet flavor. The smoothness of it. I loved the way if filled my mouth. I sucked it farther and farther down my throat, knowing it was possible from seeing the video. Suddenly Mike's hips stopped bucking and he tried to pull away. I felt his ejaculate as it came flooding into my mouth in spurts. It was salty and fishy and like oil in that it had a way of getting into everything. I reached down and grasped Mike's balls and he grabbed my hands and held them there tightly.

I had get out of the foot well. It was so uncomfortable. "Boy, that's a tight fit." Mike made room for me beside him on the seat. He reached down and put his hand on my crotch. Not much there for either of us given the armor quality of tight denim. I opened my fly and lowered my pants to my heels, and opened my legs. I put my finger into the moist inner regions carefully and brought the liquid to my clitoris, which I started to flick back and forth. Mike put his fingers lightly over mine. "Put your hand flat," I said.

I pressed his palm on my vagina and started to push it in a circular motion. When Mike took over control of the circling of his hand, I reached down with my finger and took over the stimulation of my clitoris. I came quickly.

"This isn't the best way to get me off," I said. "I enjoyed doing you more."

"I did too. Enjoy your doing me, that is."

"There's got to be some place better to get together than this."

We spent the next couple of weeks trying to figure out a place to hook up without success. Neither of our families were the sort where you could bring a boy or girlfriend home and not be closely supervised. Neither did we have friends with vacation properties or RV vehicles.

One good thing was that I'd stopped dreading the chastity meetings. Mike had taught me to view them as cynically as he did and I came to enjoy how every week the same characters seemed to find redemption for the same old sins to the approbation of the congregated youngsters.

After the meeting, Pastor Bob said, "Mike Grady, can you lock up tonight? I have to be in town."

"Sure."

Kids stayed another half hour, eating donuts and drinking cokes. Before he locked the last door, Mike said, "We better be sure nobody's still here. He locked the door from the inside and taking me by the hand led me up stairs, where we checked the sanctuary, vestibule and refreshment area. Nobody was there. Back downstairs, we walked down the hall past Pastor's office and past the Sunday school rooms. At the end was the nursery with cribs and a crawling area. Mike pulled me into the room and hugged me. 

My body responded a wave of heat that pulsed from my face down my to my toes, and before I knew it the two of us were horizontal. Mike unbuttoned my blouse and when it was open I took it off. All the way off, for the first time. Then I rubbed Mike's face with my breasts. It felt good, but I knew it could feel better. I pulled him closer and made him take off his shirt and t-shirt. I pushed him back down and rubbed my breasts against his chest until he pulled me down to kiss him for a while. Then I opened his fly and took his cock out and gave him the full treatment, swallowing all his cum at the end.

When Mike started to open my fly I quickly jumped up and took my pants off. Mike got up on his knees and pushed his face into my lap and held me to him. He ran his hands into the waistband of my panties. I shivered at the feeling as he slowly lowered them down. I just loved the feeling of his face pushing into my pubic hair.

After a while I lay back and spread my legs. I knew what I wanted and if Mike didn't know, he soon learned. He loomed over me and started to pet the outside of my pussy. I spread my knees and arched up against his hand, loving it. He tried to reach in, but immediately pulled back when I protested. I got up on my knees and pushed him down on his back. I rolled a log over him and sat astride his pelvis, and slowly and carefully lowered myself onto his cock as it lay flat like a big banana on his stomach. The hair below his navel was matted with the sticky juice that was oozing from his cock.

I leaned down and whispered, "Promise me you won't penetrate."

"I promise."

I rose up on my haunches and started a sideways hula motion, using his penis to part one lip and then the other. Before long we could hear the squishing of wet membranes as his cock moved sideways across my trench. I sat up higher and reached down and grabbed his cock in my hands and started to push the cock head up and down the valley of my sex, humping my pelvis like a belly dancer. It felt wonderful, especially when his cock "stubbed" my clit and bounced out of my ditch and onto my belly. That was like a pushing button that sent jolts of lightening into my guts. I loved it, too, when his cock hit the back of my vagina and I had to be careful his cock didn't penetrate, here. Thankfully, Mike was good about remembering the prohibition against anal intercourse. 

"Can I try doing it for a while?"

"Okay, but remember, you promised."

Mike kneeled between my legs, cock in his hands. He crawled inch by inch into the 'V' of my legs until I felt our flesh come together. It felt wonderful. I found I could help him aim by using my legs and hips to move my pelvis up and down and back and forth. Mike soon perceived that something happened to me when his cock pressed my button. After a while he put his cock head right against it and started to use his cock to flick it the same way I'd showed him with my hand. I started to come and he pushed his cock back down the slick half-pipe of my vulva while I pushed my hips up. His penis was on its way into my vagina but he pulled out without any hesitation. "Careful, you almost made me penetrate."

I had neither words, nor breath to express them. I felt Mike's penis return to the spot and start to circle. "Where does penetration begin?"

"Ummm not there. Not there either. There–that's penetration." Mike immediately pulled back and started to push his cock up and down the length of my valley of sexual delight. Suddenly he pulled back and I felt his sperm spewing on my stomach. 

Before we left I asked Mike to give me a minute alone. I ran up to the sanctuary and sat in the front pew. I looked up at the statue of Jesus. Do you still love me, Lord? This feels so right, I can't believe you don't approve. I can't ask you for a sign, can I? Well, please don't blame me if I am sensing you wrong but I think we're okay about this. Thank you, God.

Sunday, Pastor Bob announced, "I am pleased to announce that Mike Grady is going to teach 3d grade Sunday school from now on. Everybody, let's have a hand for Mike. It is a fine young Christian and a credit to all teenagers." Nobody was surprised, except me.

Next Saturday evening after the meeting, we sat in Mike's pick-up talking while everyone cleared the church building. "I need to drop off some teaching materials for Sunday school," Mike said, grabbing a thin portfolio. "Want to come and see my classroom?"

Later I asked, "What do you like the best?"

"Hmmm. I guess when you take me in your mouth. Well, actually, I liked it best when I started to penetrate, but you know, we don't do that."

"No we don't."

"What do you like best?"

"I don't know. Nothing is better than having my mouth full of your cock. But it's pretty sweet when you slide your cock up and down my cunt, too."

"I wonder what it would be like to lick your pussy."




Chastity



"I know people do it, but wouldn't it be kind of disgusting?"

"I don't know but I think I'd like to try. Let's see." It wasn't icky, it was the best yet—for me. "It's hard to decide whether your nose or your cock or your tongue feels better."

"Want to try again?" 

"Yes," and again.

Just for the heck of it, not that I was considering anything different or anything, I looked up 'birth control' in Google. Boy, there's a lot to learn there. I kept following links to different sites that had different thoughts on the subject. I was horrified to discover that the degree of penetration we were regularly experiencing was dangerous. I could become pregnant if his semen came into contact with my vagina and there was semen coming out of his penis all the time when it was hard. Oops. I also learned that three birth control pills should prevent pregnancy if taken immediately after intercourse. When all was said and done, the degree of freedom I had was extremely limited. It was not satisfactory to have his semen coming into contact with my vagina if I wasn't taking pills. 

We talked about it after I sucked him off the next Saturday. He agreed that we'd have to make do with petting and oral sex. But somehow, that just wasn't satisfactory. I went back to the Web. Suddenly the answer came clear when I learned I could get birth control pills from Planned Parenthood--no questions asked. Cool.

We had to wait the month before we could be sure the pills were working. It was hard to wait (!), but wait we did. Funny, I'm kind of glad we did, because by the time the month was up, there wasn't anything I didn't know about Mike's cock—and nothing he didn't know about my pussy. 

We collected candles and a jug of wine for the magic occasion--stashed in one of the cupboards of Mike's Sunday school classroom. We knew the evening was a benchmark in our lives, and we treated it with respect. Even before the last kid had left for the evening, I found a pew at the front of the sanctuary and told Jesus tonight was the night. He seemed okay with it. I felt a warm glow, which I took to be his love and generous understanding.

Downstairs, I stood before Mike and said, "Undress me, lover."

Mike granted my wish. He started with a hug that displaced three vertebrae and took my breath away. Then he unbuttoned my blouse, one slow button at a time. When the front of the garment hung open, he reached up under my bra, pushed it up, and took my eager breasts in his hands. My innards turned liquid when he gently squeezed them. I put my hands on his and pulled them harder against me, squishing my tits flat. How they burned with pleasure. Hardly any time elapsed before my cunt opened wide and started to drip. When I clenched my thighs I could feel my inner lips slithering against each other. 

Mike had trouble getting my arms out of my sleeves until I helped—it would have been humorous if I hadn't been so frantic to get naked. Then my chest was bare and I arched my back, knowing my nipples stuck out and advertised how ready I was. Mike stoked my naked skin with the palms of his hands and my knees felt like buckling. Then his fingers found waistband and unbuttoned the fly. He ran his hands down inside my panties and stroked my pubic hair before he slowly pulled my jeans and undies down to my knees together. There, he paused to sniff the vapors that steamed out of my cunt. I was unbelievably hot and I could hear his breath rasping. I couldn't help noticing that he was trembling.

Mike picked me up as if I were a bride to be taken over the doorstep and set me down on my rump and pulled off my shoes, pants, underpants and socks. Already, I was having trouble keeping my hips under control. They humped up off the floor as my legs spread to open me wide to Mike's presentation.

Mike whistled and humped his hips as he stripped his own clothing off. I got to my knees to watch. I confess, my fingers were already busy flipping my clit back and forward in its wet boat. Mike's pants came down and his cock sprung out, and I was ready to grasp it and welcome it to my lips. Mike's hips couldn't decide between hula and bump and grind. He pulled me to my feet and we hugged again. I could feel his cock against my tummy. It was hard, that's for sure.

Mike's lips were busy with my nipples and I set my fingers to rimming his penis and tugging gently on the tip. I couldn't reach his balls without pulling my nipples out of Mike's mouth. Suddenly Mike fell to his knees and pressed his face to my pussy hair. I could near him sniffing and feel him staggering as if the fumes were making him weak. He held me tighter and lifted me down to lie before him.

"Now?" I asked.

"Soon. First, let me have a taste."

"You don't need to do that. I'm plenty wet."

"I know. But I want to do everything tonight that we do every night, then go the rest of the way." I shivered inside. That sounded wonderful. "Starting with some muff diving," he said as his tongue found my vulva. Mike realized I was already wide open so instead of trying to tease me open, he lay his tongue down my groove with gusto. 

I came. Not a common ordinary orgasm, either. I was so primed, so eager, that I shot off like a rocket. Mike actually had to pull back so I didn't hurt his neck with my legs, which were clamped around his head. 

I was out of my head, but not so much so that I didn't realize that Mike's tongue was licking my anus. And It Felt Wonderful. I'd have to talk to Mike about that, about the fact that it didn't feel wrong. But I didn't have time to think about that because his cock head was now surfing my vulva in the way that had been testing the no penetration rule for six weeks and I was anticipating the moment when Mike would hit the mark and I could take him in. 

Mike was such a sly fucking devil. He made me do it. He teased my cunt with his cock and fingered my clit and even licked my asshole some more—until finally I had to seize the initiative. I grabbed his penis, that marvelous erection of hot flesh and tempered steel, and all it took, really, was to aim it and it just slithered in of its own accord—just like it knew where home was. We paused and hugged a moment, frozen in time and luxuriating in the feeling of being one at last. 

At first it felt, not painful, but stressful. I worried that he'd hurt me. It is supposed to hurt isn't it? Mike held still, apprehensive, waiting for me to give him some indication. I felt so full. I could feel Mike's cock twitching and my pussy couldn't help responding. Then my hips got tired of waiting for me to make up my mind or for Mike to know what to do and pulled back, hinging above my butt and pulling away from Mike's cock. My pussy loved the feeling as his big cock slid out. I could feel the edge of his glans penis as it caught the edge of my cunt on the way out. I felt it again as his cock flowed smoothly back inside me.

"Does it hurt?"

"Oh, no, it feels wonderful." I squeezed him with my pussy muscles, felt my flesh being parted by his cock as it moved around and around my vagina, which by now felt big enough to take all the plowing he wanted to do. 

I started to move beneath him and Mike whispered frantically, "Wait, please." He pulled me tight against him. "I'm afraid I'm going to cum." 

I tried to stay still. I really did. But I couldn't help myself. My hips weren't under my command. "Oh, Mike, I can't help it," I cried.

Mike did the only thing he could. He started to fuck me with a vengeance. If I'd been a nail, he couldn't have pounded me better. It was so wonderful, I was already hating myself for waiting so long. 

It took no time at all before Mike was cuming, but we were surprised and then delighted to discover that didn't end it. Mike lost none of the energy and his cock lost nothing as it pummeled my eager pussy. Oh Jesus, how I came and came and then, just when I thought I was through, Mike shifted gears and I could feel a new urgency in his rhythm until we had a unison climax that was especially surprising for taking place when we thought we were already cuming.

"You know one thing, Mike?"

"I know lots of things,"

"You're supposed to say, 'what.'"

"What?"

"There's a down side to this. Until we find another place to do it, we have to keep coming to the damn meetings."

"You've got a point. But summer is coming and outdoor loving season. Besides, I have a hunch things are going to get interesting now that we have our heads glued on right.

To be continued?



Chastity



Kinlee was a curious minx that courted mischief. Her father, having caught her at a tender age curiously fondling the unspeakable parts of a handsome if dull guard, had sought to protect the value of his property. Thus, Kinlee had found herself swiftly burdened with a gold chastity belt and her budding sensuality curtailed. To a point. For the golden belt clasped possessively around her tiny waist had two thin bands that crisscrossed between her legs and framed the dimples on her behind in the shape of an X, effectively preventing anything from invading the tight little channel that begged to be plundered. However, the eager little tongues and fingers of her lady's maids could and did part the thatch of golden curls to discover the hidden jewel nestled betwixt. 

It was one such moment that Kinlee found herself awakened. She was sprawled on her feather mattress, her silk shift rumpled and disarrayed to expose a pert breast with its hard little rosy crown. Her new maid was kneeling between her pearly thighs, her fingers holding the sweet thighs apart as her tongue darted and lashed at the glistening bud between. Kinlee's cries and gasps floated around the circular chamber, bringing the guards stationed outside her door to hardened urgency. Kinlee arched and wiggled beneath that agile tongue, lightening heat searing her girded loins. With one last devastating lick Kinlee exploded, her fingers curling in the bedsheets as she screamed. And tried not to think what it would feel like to have a finger or tongue, nay a fierce man-sword piercing her virginal flesh. 

When the last quivers had fled her aching emptiness, Kinlee pushed herself up into a sitting position. Her golden hair tumbled around her flushed heart-shaped face with pretty golden eyes, thick dark lashes and rosy bee-stung pout. She had the appearance of an innocent angel, ethereal, delicate. Yet, her golden eyes evinced a sensual appeal. Addicted to her easy lady's pleasure that was unknowingly permitted by her father (King Garbin kept a tight leash on what his daughter was up to and with whom), she was ignorant of the dark, animalistic desires her fragile beauty inspired in the heart of the hardened warriors surrounding her. 

Thinking of the day ahead, her mind wandered as her maid dabbed at the musky slipperiness between her parted thighs with a damp cloth. Soon Kinlee was dressed in a foamy pale green gown with a wispy overlay sprinkled with crystals. The simple gown hugged the high mounds of her breasts and hips and floated to the tips of her matching slippers. Matching ribbons were twirled through her golden hair caught up in tiny plaits circling her head. 

She raced down the narrow stone steps of her tower to the bottom floor. Custom dictated that the sisters share the upper tower chamber, but Elly was afraid of heights. Elly was Elly, and afraid of a lot of things, including the bear of a warrior that arrived last night. Prince Draven de Kerr had the good fortune of being handsome, golden and big - everywhere. Elly and Kinlee had snuck into the secret passages that riddled the castle to spy on the man their father had selected to be Elly's husband. Elly was two years older than Kinlee, and of an age their father decreed she was to be married.

Prince Draven was the second son of the King of Landes, which bordered their Kingdom on the left side. On the right side was the Queendom of Harkness. Originally the three countries formed one Kingdom, but the not so large country had split over four hundred years ago between three ambitious princes. Their father the King, nearing his time and seeing how the wind was blowing, sought a way to keep his sons from warring and breaking the Queen's heart. He had divided the country into three principalities to prevent civil war. Ever since, petty rivalries had riddled the three countries, but full scale war had never seemed a viable option when their 'would be' enemies were cousins.

Despite only one candle in the chamber being lit, luck had given them quite a show of what Elly could expect, and made Kinlee envious. They had watched as Prince Draven had bent a young widowed servant over the edge of the bed, flipped her skirts over her back and vigorously eased himself between her eager buttocks. Long, tanned fingers gripped and molded a dangling breast through cloth while his other hand had disappeared beneath the front of her skirts as his hips slapped against her bottom, hard. The pretty widow had gasped and squealed her pleasure as the Prince grunted to a fascinating climax. 

Elly had quivered at the sight of all that bronze masculinity, her mouth moving soundlessly. Kinlee had watched in awe, twinges of heat thrumming between her thighs, her nipples near to bursting. 

Unexpectedly, Draven had scooped up the young widow and carried her to a chair by the fire. Directly facing them. The widow wiggled on his lap, her head tipped back to enjoy his kisses, and before long, he began to lift her up and down on his slippery sword. "Dear Lord," Elly finally gasped. "He will split me in two!" Kinlee slapped her hand across her mouth to catch her giggles.

By not so much as a flicker of an eyelash did Draven let on he heard as he worked the lucscious wench on his fierce cock. 

~*~

Elly's eyes widened with relief upon spying her sister and quickly shoed the maid from her chamber. As soon as the door closed, Elly stood before Kinlee, tugging on the neckline of her gown. "What do you think?" The blue gown was the exact shade of Elly's eyes, and flattered the red-gold hair that hung straight to her bottom. 

"Perfect," Kinlee replied honestly, taking in her sister's serene beauty and voluptuous curves. "He will not be able to resist you." Kinlee wiggled her brows, which drew a gasp of laughter from her sister.

"Do you think of nothing else?" her sister admonished lightly. 

"I am twenty-three and soon to wither away like a dried up old witch. Let father take away your chocolates and see if you don't crave them," Kinlee pouted. 

~*~

Kinlee was on the way to the main hall, having escaped her lady's maid, when a hand lashed out and caught her wrist, dragging her into a tiny alcove. Curious, she let herself be drawn forward. She giggled when she discovered it was Jerim, a cute palace guard. He was a year or two older than her that had a fascination with her breasts. Not bountiful like her sister's, whose swayed as she walked, Kinlee's were tiny and firm like young apples. Nevertheless Jerim worshipped them, sprouting terrible poetry that was unfailingly sweet. 

He fell to his knees before her, clasping her hand in his and pressing moist kisses against the soft flesh of her inner wrist. "Your breasts are sweet and firm, like fresh churned cream."

"Jerim, please," she whispered, biting her lip to keep from smiling at his earnestness. Her Lady's maid would discover her gone any moment now, and her quick break of freedom would be extinguished. 

She glanced quickly over her shoulder, but was easily distracted by his warm mouth nuzzling the bend in her arm. She had let Jerim touch her breasts rarely, and only once suckle a pebbled crown with his mouth through the thin cloth of her gown. As Kinlee enjoyed the pleasing caresses, the memory of those golden fingers squeezing the widow's fullness flew back to her mind. Oh, to have a lover to command her and fill her to brimming...

"Kinleanne!"

"Vargos!" she gasped, tugging her arm from her swain's and spinning around. She blushed at the irritation clear to see on the steward's face. 

"A moment with you is worth facing the displeasure of a thousand gods, my lady!" Jerim whispered as he rose, following in the wake of the stern right hand of the king. Kinlee chewed on her bottom lip after they disappeared. Would she ever know what it was like to have a lover do wicked things to her body? And would even one god be displeased, let alone care?

As she left the alcove, her sister caught up with her. Elly towed her towards the gardens. 

"Well?" Kinlee asked after her sister's silence seemed never to end. Kinlee could see she was clear to bursting with news.

"He objects."

"Objects? What? How could that lustful creature look at you and not fall to his knees?" Kinlee asked incredously. 

"Your utter belief in that statement is sweet. But it is not I that he objects to. It is marriage."

"Does he have rocks for brains? Surely he intends begetting an heir? And if he does so with you, he stands to inherit a kingdom."

"I believe father canvassed that issue with him to no avail."

"Hmm. I bet father did not expect that."

"No. Hence Prince Draven has been detained indefinitely in his chamber to reconsider father's 'generous offer'."

"Ah. Still, it is probably good for father's constitution not to get everything his way." She met her sister's serene gaze for a long pause, before both princesses burst out laughing. 

~*~

"Father suggested I seduce him. If his seed takes, Prince Draven must marry me."

Kinlee looked at Elly's serene face, her own avid with curiosity. "Will you do it?" she whispered back. They were taking turns looking through the peep hole over the fireplace, as they had done every evening for the past seven nights. Prince Draven was striding back and forward, his face thunderous, hands on hips. Not even the serving lass he had tumbled earlier had lightened up his disposition. 

"He is very...virile."

"Mmm," Kinlee murmured encouragingly. She would love to see his fierce sword again. Perhaps she should send him another willing servant to see if he had everything he needed? 

"And the maids certainly enjoy what he does to them."

"Oh, yes, he does seem concerned with their pleasure." Remembering their cries, her nether regions tingled. 

"So I suggested to father that you seduce him."

"What!" Kinlee cried, turning to her sister as if she had grown two heads. Belatedly she clapped her hand over her mouth and quickly turned back to squint through the tiny hole. Prince Draven stood still with his back to them.

"Prince Draven would never suspect. You could pretend to be a maid."

"What... did father say?" Kinlee swallowed hard, her mind racing. The thought of losing her virginity was enticing. And there was a certain added spice in knowing it would be out of the marriage bed. And then there was the actual man in question...Kinlee shivered as she imagined his impressive sword spearing between her spread thighs. 

"He was agreeable." 

Just like that. Kinlee felt faint. "But...but..."

~*~

Kinlee wanted desperately to scratch. The stiff fabric of the chemise beneath her dowdy brown gown itched at her pampered flesh no end. Yet carrying the tray filled with steaming food and wine took both hands and all her concentration. Her only consolation was the fine silk stockings held up by frilly garters that whispered beneath her skirt. Those she had slipped on while her maid had been distracted organising the tray for her father's prisoner. Her hair was scraped back in a tight bun that hurt, but unknowingly served to highlight the fragility of her features and large golden eyes. 

Her knees quaked with the knowledge that she would finally have her wish. Would it be quick? He did seem to delight in taking his time. Would it hurt? He was extremely large. Her channel clenched in a mixture of excitement and protest at the forthcoming abuse. 

The guard held open the door, not so much as glancing at her. She strode into the chamber, head lowered. The door was shut firmly behind her. Her hands trembled as she moved toward the side table, making the dishes rattle. Large warm hands covered hers from behind, guiding the heavy tray to safety. She felt his warmth at her back, his breath stirring the tendrils at her nape. She stood there breathing in the manly scent of him, unable to move as his lips brushed the side of her neck. His fingers slid up her slender arms, lightly brushing the sides of her breasts. She arched, her bottom pressingly lightly against that hardening part of him. He groaned, pushing her hips up firm against the table with the press of his hard body. 

His fingers firmly closed around the small mounds of her breasts as his mouth nuzzled her neck. Kinlee struggled to breathe as he moulded them to his hands, his thumbs discovering the hard pebbled tips. 

One hand slid down over her hip and thigh to tug up the hem of her skirts. "Oh, yes," she breathed, her head turning to his. Her golden eyes focused on the sensual lips before they crushed hers. Her lips parted easily beneath the force of his kiss, his tongue sliding deep. 

He groaned against her lips as he found the wetness between her thighs, his finger circling her needy bud before ducking down and finding the snug little entrance. She gasped as his eased a finger inside of her, her knees trembling at the hereto unknown glorious sensation. But she wanted more. She wanted all of him. Her father would skin her alive to discover the brew she consumed to prevent a babe, but she intended enjoying every inch of their captive for as long as possible. 

His finger eased inside of her in time with the flicking of his tongue. He treated her like she wasn't a favoured treat to be savoured, but instead a forbidden delight that must be satiated. His other fingers tugged at the ties of her bodice, and his hand slid between the gaping material to discover the soft warmth of her breast.

"You are eager, Your Highness," she gasped as her hand pressed against the front of his breeches. The heat of him was seductive, his length and girth impressive. She had dreamed of him inside of her, only to waken to her young maid's tongue. 

"And you are wet enough to enchant the devil himself."

"I am needy," she breathed as he eased another finger inside of her, stretching her. Her palm rubbed up and down the length of his shaft as fire burned between her thighs.

"Aye, I heed your sorrowful state and endeavour to rectify it urgently."

Her moistened lips twitched at playful banter. "Your amorous state lends truth to your words, and this pleases me." 

"I will please you with more than words if that is your wish."

"I wish..." She whimpered as his thumb tormented her needy bud. 

She was unprepared for when the door banged against the far wall. She jerked in Prince Draven's arms, and could have keened out in frustration as his warmth withdrew from her.

"I trust you have everything you need, Your Highness." The steward's voice made her eyes widen in alarm as a tiny moan escaped her. Vargos! Why him, why now? Didn't he know of the King's ruse? She could not be certain he was doing this out of spite, and therefore feared he would give the game away before she even had a chance to lose her virginity. Kinlee hastily tied her bodice and shook her skirt. Smoothing back her hair, she ducked beneath Prince Draven's arm and escaped the chamber, careful to keep her face lowered. 

Truly, she wished the pox on Vargos. 

~*~

Kinlee paced her chamber, fuming at finding herself again bearing the weight of the chastity belt. She had had a golden opportunity and failed to rid herself of her cursed virgnity. That pricked at her. 

To her further frustration, her father banned her from Prince Draven's chamber for two days while he sent an old chrone in her place. Her father planned to save Prince Draven's juices for their consummation. Kinlee had rolled her eyes at this, for her father need not have bothered. Prince Draven had plenty of stamina and juices to share about. 

~*~

Kinlee had barely stepped in the room before she had the tray removed from her hands and found herself lifted off the ground. She was tumbled onto her back onto the bed, bouncing softly on the feathers. Prince Draven stood looking down at her, a tiny smile curling his lips. Kinlee blushed at the intent in those devilish green eyes.

"I was hoping it was you. I am curious to discover if your neediness has abated."

"Oh," she murmured in wondrous surprise, not uttering so much as a protest as he pushed up her skirts. She squirmed slightly on the bed, knowing the answer he would find. 

"I dreamed of you, an insatiable minx that rode me until I expired from lust."

"Oh, if only that were true." Her head fell back on the feathered mattress as warm hands slid up her inner thighs. She was unable to hide the quivers that raced through her. 

"Are there none here that could see to your needs?" he asked curiously. His fingers found the fleece of golden curls at their apex. 

"My father is known for his wicked temper and cunning ways."

"Ah, that would pose a problem to any maid." His gentle strokes made her purr. She tugged at the ties of her gown, baring her breasts to his interested gaze. 

"You do not know the half of it." She squirmed on his seeking fingers as she pulled the pins from her hair. He swept the pins onto the floor as he leaned over and kissed her. His thighs were firmly planted between her spread ones, and Kinlee could have sighed with the pleasure of that knowledge alone. It would finally happen. The thought of Vargas entered her mind. "We must hasten," she urged against his warm lips, her fingers finding the ties of his straining breeches. 

He rained kisses down her throat and lower until he caught a rosy nipple in his seeking mouth. She arched, lightening sizzling down to where his fingers played with her dewy flesh. Kinlee yanked at his leather breeches, cursing as they refused to give. Plunging her hand down the front of his breeches, her squirming fingers discovered his velvety heat. He groaned, and Kinlee stilled. "Am I hurting you?" she whispered, gently patting the swollen flesh in apology for any harm done. 

"No...no," he muttered against her breast. Kinlee frowned at his unconvincing denial, then shrugged. No doubt she would suffer pain from this fierce weapon before long, so fair was fair. Then the thought was lost as a finger plunged inside of her. "Oh!"

Kinlee focused on the sensations of that small appendage stroking inside of her, her teeth sinking into her bottom lip. Heat seeped up over her chest and face as a familiar tightness wound in her belly, making her writhe and ache. She practically tore at his breeches, dragging him out to play. Her exploring caresses of his shaft and twin globes became bolder, silently urging him on. 

Just as things were becoming desperate down there, Kinlee was relieved when he pulled her up to sit on the bed then tugged her dress over her head and threw it aside. Her hair tumbled down around her shoulders in golden disarray, and he cupped her face and kissed her, hard. His breathing was decidedly uneven as she pumped her hand up and down the long, lovely length of his shaft as her other hand tickled and teased his balls. Moisture beaded at the top of the glorious column, and her nail curiously explored him. He jerked out of her hold with a guttural swear. 

She coaxed him back with consolatory kisses over his chest. She found his nipple with its small nubbin and sucked experimentally. He groaned, all the while thrumming the needy bud between her legs as a finger massaged a glorious spot inside of her. As her nail again returned to that intriguing slit, she found herself flat on her back on the bed, legs jerked wide and her bottom dragged to the edge of the bed before she could blink. Then her whole world stopped as she finally felt the full threat of him poised against her tiny gate. 

Her old nurse's warnings about the pain and blood finally took root. She squeezed her eyes shut and waited. And waited. Finally she opened her eyes and frowned up at him. He smiled wickedly, then thrust hard. She gasped, squirming around the fullness of him stretching her unbearably. He groaned, drawing back slightly before forging even deeper. Kinlee bit the back of her hand to stop her scream, not liking this -- him - at all. Tears clouded her eyes as he surged unmercifully deeper. She wiggled slightly to try and create some room, but it didn't help. If anything, he felt bigger. He was like a blacksmith's hammer, all brute force, prodding deeper with unmerciful haste. 




Chastity



"Hell," he groaned, head thrown back, eyes shut. He seemed in great pain, like she was. 

"Perhaps we should stop..." she murmured tentatively, clenching and unclenching around him experimentally. That wasn't so bad. Strangely exciting. He groaned, forging on with sharp thrusts, causing tiny ripples of burgeoning pleasure to mix with the burning discomfort. She lay looking up at him in surprise, her hands cupping her breasts, pale thighs hugging his hips. 

He shook his head, still not looking at her. His sword finally slid those last inches to plant himself firmly inside her to the hilt. His breathing was ragged, sweat beading his forehead. She squirmed experimentally, and grimaced with discomfort. Did he have to be so big? 

A shudder racked him that she felt there. Kinlee clenched down on him in surprise. Another groan escaped him as warmth flooded her. Then nothing. She struggled up onto her elbows when she felt him soften in her sheath. 

"Hell." He swiftly pulled out of her, and she mewed in disappointment. When he tumbled the maids, he seemed to go on forever, heaving inside their glistening quims with undisguised enthusiasm. She must have done something wrong. She flopped back down on the bed, her mind racing. But what? 

He strode back and forth across the room, running his hands through his hair. Now he couldn't even bear to look at her where she lay tumbled on the bed, disappointment clouding her face. She wanted to drum her fists on the bed, but suspected it would be unladylike. Clutching her gown, she swiftly pulled it on, uncaring that her bodice gaped at her breasts. 

"I'm sorry," he muttered, still not looking at her. "That's never happened to me before. You were just so wet and eager and tight..." he groaned. 

"Do not mention it, Your Highness," she muttered sulkily, ignoring his protests as she stormed out of the chamber. "I for one am glad it was over so quickly."

~*~

Kinlee lay on the bed, pouting and frowning at the ceiling. The arrival of her old nurse did little to abate her sulk. 

"Sweetheart, let's have a look."

Tears shimmered in her eyes as her nurse lifted her silk chemise. "Ooh, you're red. But you haven't torn. I'm surprised after hearing the rumours about him. I thought he would fairly split you in two."

Kinlee turned her head to gaze upon her nurse, watching as the old woman removed the lid of a small pot. "It's not fair," Kinlee grumbled. 

"Things often never are. You just have to make the best of what you have."

Kinlee mulled that over as her nurse gently rubbed the mint salve into her inflamed flesh. Nope, no matter how she looked at it, she couldn't make the best of that swift ravishment. When Vargos arrived with her chastity belt, she could have cried anew. 

When her nurse finished applying the salve, Kinlee slid off the bed and held up her shift to her waist. Vargos knelt before her and she placed first one foot then the other into the waiting belt. He slid the heavy gold over her thighs and clasped it around her hips. Long used to his ways, she turned around and presented him with her bottom so he could close the ancient locking mechanism at her back. Kinlee couldn't work the lock -- she had spent many a long hour twisting and turning before a mirror as she tried to get the blasted thing off - and it carried the death penalty for anyone who tried. 

After Vargos and her nurse left, she climbed back into bed and collapsed with a sigh. It wasn't long before she heard the soft steps of her sister. The feather mattress depressed as her sister lay alongside of her and caught Kinlee's hand in hers.

"Did you see?" Kinlee asked mournfully. Her sister squeezed her hand. "Father wasn't happy when I told him. As if I didn't know a man had to be hard to beget sons. He's ordered the cook to feed him nothing but aphrodisiacs from now on. I think Vargos was a bit miffed that he hadn't thought of it first."

~*~

Kinlee was stirred by the feel of a warm mouth tenderly licking between her nether lips. She dreamed it was Prince Devlin gazing up at her with those devilish eyes as he lapped at her. She fairly shot off the bed as she came, waking up fully to a racing heart and quivering body. Disappointment crushed her at discovering it was her maid. She lay back down so as the maid would not think she was displeased with her. This only seemed to encourage the maid to continue, and Kinlee had to gently pry the enthusiastic girl away. 

Soon she was dressed and ready to face her first day as a non-virgin. Kinlee smiled. Things weren't all bad. Perhaps soon she would finally convince her father there was no need for a chastity belt now that she was no longer chaste. How would her future husband know if she had had only one lover or a hundred? 

As she was leaving her chamber Elly raced up the last few tower steps to greet her. Kinlee had never seen her sister so distressed. Her breasts strained against her gown and her face was all flushed and pretty.

"Prince Draven is gone. He escaped some time during the night," Elly cried breathlessly.

"What! How?" Disappointment twinged between her thighs.

"They found some long hair pins in his chamber. They think he used those to pry the lock on the door and knock out his guard before stealing his clothes."

Kinlee's lips made a silent 'O' as the sisters exchanged a horrified look. Vargos, nay her father, would kill her!

~*~

Her father refused to talk to her for a month. Not only had she lost her virginity, but she had lost her future husband as well. To make matters worse, her bottom had been bruised for a week after the spanking Vargos had dealt her sorry behind. 

So it didn't seem things could get much worse. Until Prince Draven and his personal guard stormed the castle after somehow discovering the secret passages and imprisoned her father in the dungeon. Not that she didn't think her father deserved a spot in the horrible pit after making her wear a chastity belt. She was just sure that Prince Draven's opinion as to the length of her father's stay differed greatly from hers. 

Vargas had fled with her sister to Harkness at the King's command. Kinlee couldn't help thinking that Vargos's oversight (namely forgetting her) was deliberate and spiteful. How difficult was it to count two princesses? Kinlee was truly vexed. Instead, she had been left behind to fend for herself. She had soon found her maid's uniform, and tried to keep out of sight. 

Not that Kinlee minded overly much at Vargo's betrayal. Sure, people were still closed about her and didn't know how to treat her, but they were protective and sheltered her. Her people had been content to hide her while Prince Draven shepherded every blonde female in the castle between fifteen and twenty-five each morning. Many speculated he was searching for her. Kinlee worried over it. There was nothing to connect her with Princess Kinleanne in Prince Draven's mind. Before his spell as their prisoner, he had only seen her from afar, and with a veil to boot. But even if he had figured out who she really was, there was no reason why he would assume a petty man would leave her behind and only save her sister. But he wasn't dragging redheads into the hall to inspect them, now was he? 

So it was to her utter dismay, when a groping cook's assistant wanted a quick poke to keep her identity quiet and didn't get his way -- the golden chastity belt was no mere foible, even if he chose to ignore her bored 'no' -- his high scream as her knee connected with tender parts drew the attention of Prince Draven's warriors. 

Kinlee glared back at the lusty rat as she was dragged to the main hall by two guards. She was taken before a slight middle-aged man sitting before a heavily weighed down table. Velium and quills were spread out before him, and ink stained his fingers. He didn't bother to look up as he continued to scan a scroll. "What trouble now?" the man inquired dryly.

"A maid physically assaulted a male servant."

"Provocation?"

"Yes!" and "None that was seen" were said at the same time. Kinlee glared at the biased guard. Trust men to stick together.

"What was the nature of the provocation?" a masculine voice inquired silkily from behind her. Kinlee's heart almost dropped to her soft leather boots. As he approached, she turned away from him with seeming innocence, trying to keep her back to him. But the guards' grip was strong, holding her firmly in check. She kept her head down, worrying her bottom lip with her teeth. "He, er, I was busy and he wanted to, um..." she mumbled huskily, trying to disguise her voice. God, just being in his presence turned her mind to mush. She had never had any problems lying in the past!

"Leave us." At that command, she hastily made to follow the guards, intent on fleeing. 

"Not you, my erstwhile maid."

Strong fingers curled about her wrist, drawing her around. She tugged on it in an undignified manner, but he refused to let up. His hand brushed the side of her neck and tipped her chin up with his thumb. Green eyes clashed with gold ones. Kinlee felt tingly and weak all at once. So perhaps it wasn't a bad thing when he tossed her over his shoulder with barely a grunt. 

When he reached the foot of the south tower, Kinlee began to experience dread. Did he know her identity? If he did, what did he intend doing with her? Hopefully something that required the removal of her chastity belt and not visiting the dungeon! 

"You have led my men a merry dance. They thought me mad to search relentlessly for a blonde haired chit they believed to be a figment of my imagination."

"Oh, you have been looking for me, Your Highness?" she inquired innocently. Each step made her belly jolt on his hard shoulder, and she felt quite breathless and dizzy. The chastity belt pinched her tender flesh. So she focused her thoughts on the tight bottom and muscular thighs that rippled with each move. "I cannot comprehend why, when there are any number of willing women in the palace. And men," she added as an afterthought. 

"Ah, but I fear I have done you a grave injustice."

"You have?" she squeaked. God lord, what possibly could he be talking about? Perhaps his men were right to think his brain addled. He kicked the door to her old chamber open, and strode through it as though he owned the place. Which technically, he did. 

"Mmm, but I will soon be putting it to rights. I do not take leave of my duties lightly."

"Er, yes, I see that. Pray tell, what would this grave injustice be?" The air flew from her lungs as he flung her onto her bed on her back in an undignified heap. She struggled up onto her arms, tossing her hair out of her face where it had tumbled loose from its confines. "Tossing women around willy nilly without regard to their modesty or dignity?" 

He stood before her, lazily surveying her from the tips of her boots to the crown of her golden hair. His lips curled up slightly at the ends. Belatedly she pushed down her skirt that had been hiked up around her thighs before her face lifted to glare up at him. "Somehow, despite that awful brown outfit, you look somewhat at home here." 

Golden browns rose in surprise. He didn't know. Wonderful! No dungeon time for her. Kinlee flopped back on the bed with a smile. Which disappeared as soon as it appeared. Then what did he want from her? Kinlee eyed him suspiciously. That familiar gleam in his eyes made her belly quiver.

"Oh, no," she told him, turning her head from side to side. "Don't think that that's happening again." She had been sore for three days afterward, and it had been a very brief encounter. 

"I am your ruler. Surely you wish to do everything in your power to please me?" 

Her hands clenched about her sheets at his conceit. "Only if it pleases me. And if I recall correctly, it did not on the last occasion." 

The mattress dipped beneath his weight as he climbed to lie his long length alongside her, his head propped up on his hand. She wiggled slightly in protest as his other hand came to rest possessively on her belly.

"Tell me your name."

Had it been a demand, she would have stubbornly refused him. 

"Kinlee," she breathed, giving no thought to lying until later, when it was too late. 

"Kinlee. I did wrong by you. You were wanton and eager and I mistook this to mean you were ready to take all of me. I misjudged your experience." He leaned down and pressed a light kiss on her brow, her cheek, the corner of her mouth. "To make matters worse, I came like an untried boy."

He kissed her, his tongue lightly tangling with hers, his warm breath fanning her face. She kissed him back, her fingers gliding over his jaw. He leaned over her, pushing her back down on the bed as his leg nudged between hers. His hands where everywhere, loosening her buttons, tugging up her skirts. Her breath came in pants as her mouth clung to his. His hand slid down to cup her between her thighs. And stopped. All of him stopped. 

Swiftly he tugged up her skirt, giving no thought to her modesty. He stared down at the golden contraption with a mixture of rapt curiosity and consternation. "What the devil?" was followed by "I gather your father learned of our endeavour?" 

"There was no hiding it from him. If you would be so kind as to remove it, I would be much obliged." 

Her father's anger had known no bounds. She had found her chastity belt altered in a way that promised endless frustration. For now a small, golden plate in the shape of a shell protected her golden fleece from seeking fingers and tongues. 

"How obliged?" A dark eyebrow arched as he curiously traced the edge of the belt with his finger. Kinlee sucked in her breath, goosepimples dusting her creamy skin.

"Enough that I would let you stick your sword in me once more," she promised, watching him from beneath lowered lashes. She lay fidgeting as he simply looked down at her, desire in those green eyes mingled with intrigue and frustration. Then he rolled her over. 

"There is little doubt that will happen. Many a time." 

"I beg your pardon," she exclaimed. Lifting herself up onto her elbows, she glared at him over her shoulder as he inspected her heart-shaped bottom. "I believe you severely overestimated your powers of persuasion." 

His fingers lightly brushed over her bottom, tickling her with the light caresses. "Who do you think is in charge of this palace?" And every person in it, he seemed to be saying. 

Kinlee's golden eyes turned serious as she gazed at him over her shoulder. "What are your plans for the king? Nothing permanent like a beheading I hope."

"Would you care if I did?" he inquired. She swallowed hard when he kissed her cheek, then nipped it lightly.

Could she do all those wicked things she imagined doing with a man who intended harm to her father? Why was she even asking herself such a silly question? "Yes, of course."

"Then no."

Could she believe him? She tipped her head on her side, considering.

"And no, I don't plan on dismembering any other body parts either."

She smiled. "Good."

His fingers traced the gilded cage of her belt. "How does it come off?"

"If I knew that-"

He cut off her rant. "It obviously takes a key of some sort."

Kinlee nodded. "My father had the key made into a ring. The lock won't turn without the proper key."

"Where is your father?"

"What, 'Please sir, give me the key so I can despoil your daughter'?" She smirked at him over her shoulder. He lightly smacked her. She shivered. 

"I would offer a goat in return."

Kinlee gasped at the insult, slapping his molding hands away as she rolled over onto her belly. "I am worth no less than a dozen stallions!"

He smiled up at her before pressing a kiss to her belly. 

"Tell me his direction so I can plead my case."

Ah. "He fled when you captured the castle."

"He didn't take you with him?" His breath tickled her belly.

"An oversight," she squeaked. Her nipples felt fit to be bursting.

Prince Draven frowned, his fingers digging in to her flesh of her hips as he seemed to test the strength of the metal. 

"The belt fits snugly. Believe me, I've tried."

"There is nothing for it. Which do you prefer, here or there?" Kinlee nearly fainted when his fingers first touched her lips then her bottom. 

"T-there?" she squeaked, having never thought of the possibility. And if it were such a possibility, she felt terribly cheated. Why, imagine all this time she had wasted...

"How can a wanton, curious piece of baggage like you have remained so innocent in a palace full of lazy, drunken men is beyond me."

He collapsed beside her on the bed. "Hell. Is there no one in this damned palace who has a key to remove that thing?" 

When her father's name popped into her head, she admonished herself for being so desperate. 

"You've thought of someone," he frowned down at her. "Tell me the name," he demanded at her hesitation. 

"There is one person...No, he will not help." He had more to worry about than unlocking her chastity belt.

"Who? If he does not tell me, I will behead him."

That could work. But seriously, no. Kinlee could imagine her father's reaction at her request: "Yes, Kinlee, feel free to enjoy relations with as many men as you choose without an oath of marriage while I am locked up in prison and unable to stop you". 

"The person who made this lock entrusted its key to my father...and the king." She was busily looking at her nails, so did not notice his reaction. 

"Ah, hell." Was all he said before he stormed out, slamming the door behind him.

~*~

"Well, what did he say?" Kinlee almost pounced on Prince Draven when he stalked into the chamber. Rumour had it he had gone straight to the dungeon after leaving her chamber almost two hours ago. Surely the topic of her chastity belt must have come up.

"Garbin said he promised your father that he would only unlock the chastity belt for your husband. He will not go back on his oath."

"Vex that wily man!" She flounced back on the bed and gazed up at the ceiling in despair. "There must be something..." She pummeled her fists on the bed in frustration.

"Your eagerness for my lovemaking is physically uplifting." His eyes crinkled at the edges. 

Kinlee rolled her eyes. "I have spent so long in this chastity belt, even Vargos's lovemaking appeals."

"Who is Vargos?"

"Perhaps...Perhaps you could promise him that you would marry me only if I got with child!" She exclaimed, sitting up. And met Prince Draven's shocked gaze. "I have a brew to stop that, only my -- the king doesn't know that," she rambled on. "What? At least I'm trying." And it would serve the wily old beast right if she beat him at his own trick.

"Kinlee, those potions are sold to people with pockets heavier than their brain matter. The only way not to get with child is not to frolick with a man between your thighs."

"So we won't frolick," she huffed, crossing her arms beneath her breasts. "I will frolick with other men, and I wouldn't have to worry about marrying you." He frowned at her, deathlike. Swiftly, she thought back on what she said. "I mean, you wouldn't have to worry about marrying me."

He strode toward the bed, that angry frown still on his face. She scrambled back until she pressed against the silk padded bedhead. "You will not frolick with other men!" It was almost a shout. 

"That is obvious, your Highness. I am wearing a chastity belt."

"Dammit, Kinlee!"

He stalked out of the chamber. 

~*~

Kinlee couldn't decide what was worse, being locked in a chastity belt, or being locked in her chamber. Luckily for her, she didn't have to decide between the two and could enjoy both unpleasurable experiences together. 

So she was mildly ambivalent when Prince Draven decided to make an appearance the following evening. "Sooo..."she drawled. "Has your heavy brain matter dreamt up any solutions?"




Chastity



An arched eyebrow was the only reply. From where she sat on the window seat, Kinlee watched him stalk across her chamber to the assortment of bottles and brushes on the vanity. She wore a pale violet shift beneath a white silk coat trimmed with feathers. Violet slippers peaked out the bottom. For the first time in over a week she felt a close resemblance to her old self. She would have chosen her most elaborate gown in order to boost her confidence, however without several maids, there was no getting into any of her gowns. 

She watched as he picked up the bottle of perfume made especially for her. Tanned fingers lifted the glass stopper and sniffed the soft vanilla blossom scent. 

"Garbin has relented."

What! Wait, tell me it didn't involve torture.

"It didn't involve torture." Rats, did she say that aloud? 

"But how, why? No, tell me later. Let's just get the darn thing off." 

Already she was standing upright and slipping the silk coat from her shoulders. His impenetrable gaze met hers in the mirror. Slowly he turned to look at her fully. 

Kinlee stood there, the sleeves of the coat caught about her wrists. The silence stretched as their eyes locked. Slowly she closed her eyes. He knows. 

"Garbin will release your chastity belt if I promise to marry the daughter of his choice within sixty days."

Her eyes flew open in shock. "You didn't agree, did you?"

Again silence. 

"You can't agree. Why, his daughters -- they are horrible. Not people you want to marry! Your sons would be born with defunct personalities -"

"Jealous, Kinlee? I have met the eldest, and she is very pleasing. Her charms are ample for a man of my simple tastes."

Kinlee almost choked. Stupid man! If he agreed to the rat's deal, then he sealed both their fates. Kinlee didn't want to marry, to have some overbearing sod tell her what to do and wear and say and have endless heirs while he's off enjoying mistresses. And of course her sister's charms were ample, but Elly deserved better than him!

"It would be an easy solution to the situation here, Kinlee. I marry one of the King's daughters and the King is exiled. Transition of authority goes peacefully, without civil unrest." He walked slowly toward her. She shrugged off her coat, letting it fall to the ground and crossed her arms. 

"But, you can't. It would be like waving a flag to your enemies. You have bowed to his original terms. Surely pride..." He kept coming toward her, and she backed up a step, two. "I won't let you do it."

"Garbin warned me you would oppose this course of action. I wonder why? A servant would have no illusions about marrying a Prince, so it is not the marriage itself."

"Why I oppose it? Because it's a preposterous idea. You should be free to choose the wife of your choice. You may even choose never to marry, for all I know."

"No, how he knew you, a servant, would personally react to his proposal." 

Ah. She pressed against the wall, and two muscular arms planted themselves on either side of her shoulders. 

"No answer?" he murmured, head dipping. His teeth caught her earlobe, making her squeak. "Kinleanne."

Kinlee froze, feeling like a cornered rabbit. "It's not what you think," she pleaded, squeezing her eyes shut. Visions of the dungeon floated through her mind.

"Then tell me what it is I should think."

"When you refused to marry Ella, he planned to force you by honour. If you get one of his daughters with child, honour would dictate you marry her. You knew what Ella looked like, so we thought to trick you by dressing me up as a maid."

"Why did you do it?" his mouth pressed along the line of her neck. 

"I have worn this chastity belt for five long years!"

"What if you father's plan had succeeded, and you got with child?"

"I took a brew to prevent it." Damn. 

"What if even now you carry my child?"

"It was only once, and very quick." She saw his look. "I mean, it was a very good 'quick'. You're not going to put me in the dungeon now, are you?"

"Perhaps. You are a prisoner of war."

"But I helped you escape!"

Draven looked unconvinced. 

"You used my hairpins that I deliberately left behind."

"You, Princess Kinleanne, are a shocking liar."

"Huh. I'm quite good at it." She poked him in the chest, and he caught her hand, bringing it to his lips. 

"I'm referring to the extent of lies, not the quality."

"In that case, just whip off my chastity belt and have at it. Your compliments are making me weak with lust."

"That's what all the girls say."

Kinlee tossed her head and glared at him. "I won't do it. Even if you tell him yes."

Draven smiled, and tugged something from his pocket. Her eyes widened at the gleam of gold, and she swiped at it. His fingers closed around the ring, and she pried at his fingers to get at it.

"Give it to me!" she grumbled, struggling to open his hand up. Would it be un-princess- like to bite his hand to make him release it? She glared up at him, only to discover he was perving down the top of her shift. 

"It seems the key, the chastity belt, and you, are all mine."

"I would rather be locked up in the dungeon!" she declared hotly. "I'm not marrying you."

"It would also seem that the only way to have your chastity belt removed is to marry me."

She gasped. Her eyes narrowed dangerously as she rested her hands on hips. "Well, it seems you forgot one thing."

"And what would that be?"

"I would rather wear this chastity belt than have quick...frolicks with you for the rest of my life!"

"So be it. Send for me when you have changed your mind."

~*~

Beast. Rat. Toad. Agghh. The man was impossible. 

She shifted on the rough bed linen, imagining the lice and flees crawling about her person. The air was dank, the cell dark. All that nonsense he had told her about "it's the only place I know I will find you where I leave you" was mere poop. Already, the gene that turned men into possessive and controlling husbands had emerged. 

Her father had had the gall to chuckle when she was lead past his cell. It was outrageous that her father, even locked up in a cell after having his palace stormed by an angry Prince bent on revenge, still managed to control her life. She had merely glared at him as she was pushed past by Prince Draven's personal guard.

Laying there in her violet shift, her uncomfortable chastity belt, and a few rats for company, she knew she would cave in to Prince Draven's demands fairly soon. A princess wasn't raised to survive living the rest of her life chaste and cooped up in dungeon. She only prayed that her pretty sister faired better than she did right then. 

~*~

She woke to the tap of metal against metal. She blinked, her eyes quickly adjusting to the shadowy darkness. Draven stood casually, both hands gripping the bars of her cell. His naked chest gleamed, the wiry curls damp. Leather breeches hung low on his hips. A long sword hung from a thick belt. His hair was sweaty and disheveled. Damn it, why did he have to be so ... manly and appealing? 

"I have an excuse for not bathing. What's yours?" she muttered cattily. 

"My men and I have been sparring. Practice makes it easier to conquer palaces with lazy guards."

Huh. She wished Vargos were here to hear that. She sat up, fingers tugging at the straw tangled in her mane. 

"Is there something in particular that you want?" 

"You. In my bed with your legs spread and riding me."

"Hmmm..." she pretended to consider the shocking image that popped into her mind. "No."

"Then I will just have to make do with all the pretty servants. There was a particular young widow that caught my eye."

To hide her anger, Kinlee stretched. Green eyes dropped to the silk and lace concoction drawn tightly across her breasts. Ah ha, Kinlee thought as she rose on graceful limbs. As she strode the two steps to the iron bars, she drew off her shift. Goosebumps dusted her skin as she stood before him, bare except for the golden contraption binding her sex. 

"Perhaps a guard would be so kind as to deliver me a fresh gown," she murmured, placing her wrist through the bars and dropping the silk at his feet. 

Prince Draven stood frozen, his eyes feasting on her pale flesh. After what seemed hours, he murmured "turn around."

Kinlee swallowed hard at the look in those eyes, and did his bidding. She bit back a gasp when a hand scooped up her mane and slid it over one shoulder. 

A finger lightly traced down her spine, coming to a halt where the golden belt drew across her hips. Another hand came to rest on her belly, drawing her back against the bars. She shivered, her nipples pinching into hard peaks as the hand slid up possessively to rest just below her breast, his calloused thumb stroking the underside. 

"Why do you fight me, Kinlee? You had to have known when you came to my chamber dressed as a servant, that when I discovered who you were, pregnant or not, I would marry you. I do not despoil virgin princesses."

"Had I really been a servant, would you have felt honour bound to marry?"

"Had you really been a servant, you wouldn't have come to me a virgin."

His thumb brushed casually back and forth across her aching nipple as he spoke. His other hand grabbed the flesh of her bottom, molding it in his grip. 

"It's your choice when we take this further, Kinlee. Now, tomorrow, next week. But it will happen. Your body craves mine too much to pretend it won't."

She felt bereft when he left. Slowly she slid down to kneel on the ground, hands on her splayed knees. Her body was swollen and demanding, pleading for release. 

~*~

Three days later Kinlee found herself before a priest, muttering those eternal words "I take thee to be my husband". Three long days without clothing and nothing to dwell upon except the memory of him caressing her. The only distraction had been his short visits to bring her food. When she had finally relinquished, he had stroked and kissed her breasts and worked her into a frenzy. Then calmly told her he would not remove the chastity belt until after the marriage ceremony. The pig.

She sat through the hastily prepared marriage feast as though in a daze, conscious of his muscular leg pressed against hers. Damn it, if only he would remove the damn thing. She would see to her own needs if she had to!

When finally he carried her up the marble steps to the cheer of all those present, she clung to him in relief. He smiled down at her, a smug male pride of possession. Oooh, she hated him. Absolutely, without question. And she would tell him so, once he removed the blasted chastity belt and saw to her immediate needs.

He took her to her father's chamber. Gone where all the relics of her childhood, to be replaced with an austere manliness. The bedding was in browns and greens, armor and weapons lay neatly arranged against the far wall, polished and gleaming. She remembered the Queen's chambers lay through an archway, and between was a bathing chamber. 

She was eased to her feet, his hands encircling her waist. Her nipples were hot and sensitive where they thrust against the stiff, jewel encrusted bodice of her gown. Between her thighs, the flesh throbbed insistently. Yet now that the moment was upon them, she couldn't get rid of this silly shyness. 

"Kinlee," he murmured. 

"Mmm..." she fiddled with a silver button on his vest. 

"Look at me."

"Why?" she mumbled. The button was perfectly interesting. It matched the ice blue vest shot with silver thread. 

"I want to know if you have forgiven me for locking you in the dungeon."

"Well, of course not."

"Of course not?" he repeated softly.

"It tends to make princesses think that every time they disagree with their husbands, they'll get locked up."

"I can't promise you I won't put you in the dungeon again, Kinlee. But if I do, it will be for safety reasons only." 

Her lashes raised, and she met serious green eyes. "I don't like having my choices taken away from me."

"Neither do I. But you sealed both out fates the moment you offered yourself to me."

"Are you angry with me?"

"Some." 

"Oh."

"But I know it was curiosity that brought you to me, and not trickery or desire for things I could buy you." 

His hands slid up over her breasts to lightly tug down the puffed sleeves of her gown. Her creamy breasts with their budding crowns were exposed to his intent gaze, and his lips parted. 

"I have dreamed of you every night since you first came to me, my wanton princess. It pleases me to know that you have not enjoyed the touch of another."

His fingers lightly caressed her eager mounds, toying with her. Her hands came up to cover his, molding them to her breasts. But he withdrew from her, and hands about her tiny waist, spun her about. Drawing the curtain of her hair over her shoulder, he pressed a kiss just below her ear. His fingers easily unlaced the ribbons of her bodice, until the gown pooled at their feet. In her haste to frolic, she had forgone any underclothes, and his sharp indrawn breath reminded her.

She wiggled her bottom against his groin, and was relieved to feel the hardness through the leather breeches. "Take it off," she pleaded. Kinlee wanted nothing more than to feel his warm heaviness pressing deep inside of her. "I want you inside of me, now."

"Ah, Kinlee, you enchant me with your eagerness."

"Toad. You have no intention of taking it off, do you? This is how you intend punishing me for the rest of my life, driving me mad with desire?" 

"Am I? Driving you mad with desire?"

Draven didn't wait for an answer. He lifted her, carrying her over to the bed and placing her on it none to gently. He caught her wrists, dragging them above her head. She lay unprotesting as he tied her wrists to the headboard with a silk scarf, curious as to what his intention was. When he withdrew a gold chain from around his neck, a precious key dangling from its length, she smiled in delight. She gave no thought then to the sense of permanency of its place, on a chain next to his heart. He rolled her partly over, and inserted the key in the back of the chastity belt. The sound of the belt opening was like music to her ears. He eased it down her legs, and she wiggled on the bed as she eagerly sought to help, giving no thought to the peep show she was giving him. 

He placed the golden contraption on the bed near her head. If her hands weren't tied, she would have thrown it out the nearest window. His hands on her hips eased her onto her back. She gazed up at him from beneath lowered lashes, a blush tinting her skin as she slid her legs wide for him with no hesitation. 

He knelt above her her, hair tousled, eyes intent. He tugged off his vest and tunic and threw them across the chamber. Her fingers itched to trace the golden skin and lose themselves in the triangle of black hair across his chest. 

Her delight faded slightly when he tied matching scarves around each ankle, binding them to the bed. "Your Highness," she started tremously, wishing she knew more about what went on between married men and women behind closed doors. She didn't know quite how to phrase what it was she wanted to know. 

He gazed up at her from the foot of the bed, and her belly quivered. "This time, we'll go slow."

Kinlee was distracted from pouting when his mouth trailed hot kisses from her hip to toes and back again. When his tongue flicked at her belly button, she had to bite her lip to keep from moaning. Truly, she would expire if he did not hurry. 

She squirmed when he nibbled leisurely on a pink nipple. "Be done with it," she begged, struggling with her bonds. He chuckled, before sliding both hands to firmly cup her bottom. His warm breath fanning her nether regions made her whimper. 

Her head rolled from side to side as his mouth opened over her. It felt so different from the tender ministrations of her maids. Never had she felt she was going to be swallowed whole. Panting, her thighs trembling, his tongue had barely grazed her throbbing jewel before lightened flashed behind her squeezed eyelids. Kinlee lay melting on the bed, pleasured, but not satiated. 

When his mouth continued to explore her, she moaned from the sheer torture of it. She wanted him inside of her, now, but he seemed to have no intention of fulfilling her greatest wish. "I want an annulment." She tugged on her bonds, wiggling on the bed. 

He slapped her thigh. "Impatient minx."

"Huh. It is not I that has failed to perform their spousal duty."

"I have half a mind to leave you bound and gagged until morn."

Kinlee gasped as two fingers slid up inside of her. "Isn't there some law that if a husband hasn't taken his wife by morning, they are no longer wed?"

"No." Her hips arched beneath his seeking fingers and sucking mouth.

"T-then there should be."

Kinlee couldn't lay still, her soft moans filling the chamber. Her body weeped around the thrusting fingers stretching her silken heat as his teeth and tongue tormented her throbbing nub. The quick flashes of her first orgasm were long forgotten as a powerful need built between her thighs. If Draven didn't do something soon, she thought she would either pass out or scream. 

Then he stopped. Her body shuddered, oh so close. Tears beaded her lashes. I hate him, I hate him, she chanted silently. When he came to lay beside her, his hand sliding along her jaw to tangle in her golden mane at her nape, she tried to turn away. The strength of his grip brought her face back to his, intent green eyes meeting her mutinous ones. An age seemed to pass before his lips descended to hers. Kinlee grumbled under her breath before kissing him back, her tongue tangling with his. 

What followed was unending torment. He explored her bared flesh, caressing, nibbling and sucking until she was unpleasantly frustrated, before stroking her to the brink of ecstasy. Then leaving her writhing, begging, pleading for him. Over and over it went, until she could have happily scratched his eyes out. 

When finally he rose above her, his muscled thighs sinking between her smooth ones, her heart drummed in her ears. She lay completely still beneath him, not wanting to give him any reason to stop. 

She was lost to everything but the feel of him, there. He pushed against her dewy opening, stretching her around his invading flesh. It was a long, slow glide to hell, she soon discovered. She whimpered and moaned, the pleasure almost unbearable. Her hips arched off the bed as her silken flesh yielded, her body swallowing his weapon whole. She panted, sweat beading her brow as she felt he would surely split her in two. 

"Did you have to be so big?" Kinlee wiggled on his wide girth, trying to ease the stretching fullness. It didn't really feel so bad, just different. Draven merely kissed her baby frown before gazing down into her feverish golden eyes. 

When he eased out of her, the tug on her tender flesh drew a choking gasp and a rush of heat. He groaned against her throat, pressing kisses against her damp flesh. His thrust home was more forceful, less controlled. 

His weight on her, the full feeling of him inside of her, his manly scent wrapping around her; the intimacy of the moment made her shiver and feel incredibly feminine and vulnerable. 

With slow, measured strokes he rode her tight, wet heat, his gaze intent on her expressive face. She melted and shuddered around him as she lay bound and stretched beneath his golden masculinity. His wet mouth found her pouting nipples, his large hands caressing her pale skin. She arched, oh so close. Her tight channel clenched about him tightly, not wanting him to leave. 

She groaned when he paused, shaking her head from side to side at this unexpected torture. Then relief flooded through her when he reached back to free her ankles and draw them up high over his shoulders. His renewed thrusts pierced her deep, shuddering against her womb, making her cry out as ribbons of ecstasy streamed through her. 




Chastity



Everything dimmed, her whole body lost to the sensations bursting between her thighs. Slowly the blackness faded as Kinlee felt him wedging himself up deep inside her tight channel, his chest heaving, his head thrown back. A rush of hotness surged between her thighs as he came in a glorious vision above her, his body straining and trembling against hers. 

He collapsed on top of her, and her thighs gripped his hips, holding him there when he made to move. She pressed her lips against his damp neck as a pleased sigh escaped her. His head turned and his mouth founds hers in a soft, tender kiss. His hands untied hers, and she smoothed them over his glistening back, soothing his large body. 

~*~

"Well?" he asked.

"Well, what?" she replied sleepily. She lay on her side, his warmth pressed up behind her. His hand massaged her hip. 

"Is an annulment in order?"

A siren's smile played about her mouth. She wiggled about in his arms until they were facing, her body pressed along his. "Perhaps marriage is not all bad." Kinlee blushed slightly as her eyes met his devilish ones. 

"Perhaps more frolicking is required to convince my reluctant bride?" he murmured, his hand coming to grip her bottom possessively. 

"Perhaps..."

~*~ 

Draven stood beside the bed, gazing down at the sleeping princess lying on top of the bed sheets. The golden chastity belt gleamed against her silken skin, a guilty reminder of what he was about to do. 

She rolled onto her side, her thighs gliding against each other. His fingers itched to explore her, but duty called. His men would soon be on the training field, overseeing the re-training of Garbin's, now Kinlee's, overfed and under-excised army. 

When next she woke, Draven knew Kinlee would be spitting mad with him. But until he knew all that wanton sensuality was for him alone, the chastity belt remained. The thought of his innocent temptress beneath with another man, ate at him until he felt ill. The month they had been apart was enough. Then as now, Draven was unwilling to share the unexpected treasure that had fallen into his hands. Nor would he take his princess for granted. All too easily he could have found himself married to the wrong one. 

Now more than ever Kinlee needed his protection. Her uninhibited delight in his touch, so rare, could easily be crushed beneath a lustful brute intent on taking from the delightful body she offered so willingly without thought to being hurt. Draven would allow her to explore her sensuality to its fullest extent within his arms. Even if he had to bed her hourly, he would bind her to him until she thought of no other. Only then would he relinquish the key to the mischevious baggage he had fallen for.

The End

PS I intend on writing Elly's story as Serenity. 



Chastity



At the age of ten, I left my home and friends to live in an Ashram. From child hood, I loved God. My parents were also religious. They accepted my decision with delight. They felt good because their child was going to sacrifice her life's pleasure for self realization. I never had thought about marriage at that young age. After reaching eighteen it was difficult for me to live without a sex partner. I often took help from my spiritual Guru to conquer my lust. I tried my best to follow it but one day I couldn't control it. Yes, I was defeated.

Once, our ashram organized a spiritual retreat in the nearby town of Rushikesh. I was given charge to take care of my Guru. He was the main speaker of the retreat. I was serving him as if it were a chance to serve God. On the second day of it, my Guru called me.

"Mataji, I need your help." 

"Just tell me. I am your obedient servant."

"Go to our Ashram and bring me some important books which I will need in this function", he calmly told me.

"Okay, I depart from here at evening time, Guru!" 

"Very good, Mataji" 

I left the room. The Ashram was nearly three kilometers from there. I left at 9 p.m. at night. I knew that India was not safe for women in night time, but the Ashram was not too far. I walked to the bus station and asked, "Sir, can you tell me the time of next bus to Haridwar." 

"At ten thirty", came a voice after a pause. 

I had to pass an hour at the bus stand. I chose a safe place to sit. Suddenly rain started falling severely. Half an hour passed and the rand did not stop. In a short time, the road flooded with water as usual. There was not proper drainage system. The water level increased speedily. Later the announcement was heard from a half functioning speaker,

"All the buses departed form this station is cancelled, so we request travelers to..." 

I was shocked. What I shall I do without a bus? I could return but no, my mind decided something different. I came out from the bus stop and started searching for a private vehicle. After the hard downpour, the light was gone. I couldn't see anything except some head lights of vehicles. I was completely soaked and my white clothes became some what transparent. Murmuring God's name, I watched for a vehicle. I could see a rickshaw and I walked toward it. A man, who I thought was the driver, was repairing it.

"O Mr! I want to go Haridwar, can you take me there?"

"Yes, but it's broken down, so it can take it at least an hour." 

"No problem. I can wait." 

He again started his repairing. I saw that a tyre was punctured and he tried to replace it. Water was dripping from his whole body. He was a very fat man, about forty years old. Frequently he knelt down for some work. His pants were white, so I could see his scarlet coloured briefs. I did not want to see there, but I couldn't control my self. Sometimes his brief's elastic peeped out of his pants and oh! My body felt inching. His ripe watermelon like buttocks attracted me. I was going in to the pit of lust. He noticed my staring. He smiled and without any reason, slowly removed his shirt! After this, he continued to work.

Now his chest was bare, with full of curly dark hair. I couldn't restrain and started breathing speedily. He heard it and came near me. My god! His fleshy chest was making me crazy. He might know my intention and so stared at my breast. My blouse was wet, so it glued with my skin. My untouched breasts became stiff like they wanted to come out from bra! After long time he said, 

"I need you?" 

"Ssshhhh..." 

I couldn't answer properly but saliva was dripping from my mouth. I removed my sari and ghaghra to seduce him. Now I had only my white bra and white panties. He grabbed me and put me inside rickshaw. First time in my life, a man touched me and it heated my whole body. He put his lips on mine and he became a wild horse! He licked my whole face. Then he proceeded down to my breasts. He revealed them gently and dropped my} bra. He hid his face between my globes. He sucked and played with my tits for ten minutes. My groaning was unstoppable. Then he turned to my belly and groin. My panty became an obstacle. He removed them and started sucking my little tight pussy. I was excited by his caresses and hesitantly touched his swollen cock through his briefs.

"Darling! Put off my briefs," his intoxicated voice came from near my pussy. 

I followed his instruction. It was a really black reddish cock, moving to and fro speedily. He thrust his tongue inside my pussy and it started pouring juice. He sucked all like a 'divine drink'. Time came when I wanted his cock inside me.

"Thrust your cock inside," I said excitedly. 

"Baby! I want to enjoy more sucking and licking. Your pink pussy has crazed me sssccchhh......your pussy really tastes nice. This chance does not come often. Do you need rubbing any special place?" 

"I need you to touch inside my pussy's wall gently." He put his finger deeply, but I wanted more. 

"Go deep, very deep, sssss....stop, pinch there."

My juice came again and spread on his whole face. I thought, if his fat finger was giving me such a tremendous orgasm, then what could his cock would do?

"Please, put your cock inside. My pussy is trembling, see..." I screamed. 

He nodded and laid on my naked body and spread my legs. Now he could see my 'hole' properly. He gently pushed his cock inside me. My cunt was sticky and silky, so it went inside smoothly. His cock was so thick and it fit tightly inside me. It was so warm. He started thrusting and his public hair touched my cunt. Oh! How sexy! The pleasure made me speechless. His bushy chest hair scratched my big 'footballs'.

Gradually he increased his speed. My cunt's fire increased heavily. He wanted to arouse me more and pressed his finger against me. Now the pleasure doubled. As he came, I felt his cum like a warm fountain sprinkled inside me. His orgasm was finished, but his finger was still touching me. I was still hungry. Soon my juice came , again I felt peace, because my long waiting thirst was satisfied today. His fingers crept over my uncovered body. 

"I know you are nun by your clothing, but after experiencing this, do you think about marriage?"

"Yes, now I never sleep without man in bed." 

"So, marry with me, Sweety!" 

"Are you still unmarried?" 

"No, I am married, but, you know it is impossible to enjoy all night with single woman. I need change. Your tight pussy, firm breasts..." 

"I can understand you." 

"Now, what do you decide about marry me?" 

"Take me you home, nothing else," I laughed. 

He helped me put on my bra and knickers. How helpful he was! We dressed and he drove rickshaw to his home. He made me his second wife. I was no longer a nun. Now I am sexy Anita who can't pass night without enjoying sex! 

******

I'm always thankful to Bronzege. I've never come across such a nice editor on lit.



Chastity



All characters are 18 years old or older. This is an older story I decided to revamp and polish. I hope you enjoy. It is kind of an experiment for me as you'll see when you read it. Please comment and tell me if it worked or post any suggestions to improve, thanks.

*****

Definition: noun: chastity, the state or practice of refraining from extramarital, or especially from all, sexual intercourse.

It all felt so damn surreal. I looked around the living room as if something was out of whack. Our drinks were scattered all over and sitting there to bear witness to the following events was the bright red ball on the end table. The other sentinel in the room was the high definition video camera aimed at the pile of bodies on and in front of the couch. It was recording every last detail of the events as they unfolded. Kirk was on his back on the floor. He was the guy that so very fucking popular, a football player and had his cock buried deep inside of her. His dark Latin skin was covered in sweat as he fought his latest orgasm. His black hair was plastered to his scalp from all the exertion she had put him through. 

Above him was Barry, one of my friends from childhood and he was poised to violate the girl's asshole for the very first time. He had her ass cheeks pulled apart and was pressing the tip of his cock into her nice and slow. Barry was as pale as Kirk was dark. He had long blonde hair that hung straight and stringy to his bare back. His eyes were a bright blue that were so often compared to skies, oceans and placid lakes. But his face was a mask of grim determination as the head of his cock finally pierced our play toy. 

Then there was me sitting on the very end of the couch. My cock was half way down her throat as she eagerly licked and sucked it even as Barry pushed the shaft into her ass to the hilt. Finally and hardly least of all was dear sweet Chastity. What a fucking joke! She was on her knees with Kirk buried deep in her pussy, Barry hilted in her ass and me down her throat. She had those haunting green eyes of hers closed as we took our pleasure from her. She was short, barely five feet tall but she was built like a fucking sex machine. Her tits were huge, natural and swung now as Barry began to move. She had large puffy nipples that were inverted and sexy as hell. 

How many times had I licked and sucked on those puppies? Her skin was deeply sun kissed and perfectly tanned with no sign of tan lines anywhere. She had a long ass mane of copper hair that hung beyond her ass cheeks and was even now cascading down over her left shoulder to keep it out of the way. Her skin glistened from the layer of sweat she had earned fucking the three of us singularly and in pairs. She opened her eyes, looked up at me and I read the regret there. It should have been me taking her anal cherry not Barry. 

I wanted to laugh thinking about how ridiculous this entire scene was. There was sweet innocent Chastity on her hands and knees with one cock in her pussy, another in her ass and mine between her tender lips. She had begged for this and now it was really happening. I was fucking her throat in slow even thrusts of my hips. I grabbed her by her hair and thrust faster now as I felt my final climax swiftly building. Her eyes went wide and the other guys were fucking her with complete abandon now. 

"You better swallow my load you worthless piece of shit," I groaned as my cock swelled between her lips. 

Tears streamed down her face as she fought the urge to gag with everything she had. My friends were panting and groaning as they came within seconds of each other. I wasn't far behind as I pulled my cock free of her mouth and sprayed her face. I stood up and moved out of the way. Barry yanked his cock free of her ass and tossed the used condom onto her back. Kirk rolled Chastity onto her back and followed suit with his own condom. Barry and Kirk got dressed and stood above her looking down as she fought to catch her breath. 

"See ya Sparks," Barry said as he zipped up his jeans. 

"Yeah and thanks man, she was amazing," Kirk said as the pair headed for the door leaving me and Chastity alone.

"You're not done let me finish," she purred as she put her head between my legs. I grabbed her hair again and looked her in the eye. 

"Not your mouth, use your pussy," I said and she hesitated. "Either that or get out of my sight."

"Anything you want," she said as she stood up, turned around and sat on my cock in one smooth motion. 

She buried my dick deep in her cunt without hesitation. Then she was riding me nice and slow. 

"Are you mad Sparks? I did everything you wanted. I fucked your friends and even let Barry take my anal cherry instead of you. Why are you mad at me?"

"Just shut up and fuck me," I said as I cupped her tits and pinched her nipples hard.

"SSSSSSSSSSSSSS that feels amazing," she whimpered. "I love your cock in my pussy! It's so much thicker than Kirk's or Barry's." 

I pinched her nipples harder and she came for me. Her pussy clamped down around me like a fucking vice. I took over and began lifting and dropping her pussy onto my dick. She whimpered and moaned but never said a word against me. I thrust up into her soaked slit hard and fast now. Chastity reached between her legs and played with her clit as I fucked her rotten. Her body was slick with sweat as we fucked and she stank of sex and cum. She cried out as my bare cock swelled inside of her. I tried to fight my orgasm but it was useless. I was going to cum and nothing was going to slow it down. I was grunting in her ear as I hammered her from below. Then I cried out as my cum painted her insides. Chastity arched her back and somehow managed to push herself over the edge right along with me.

"That was fucking amazing," she whimpered. Just then the dull sound of a car door shutting could be heard. "Oh shit mom's home!"

"Don't forget the condoms or the camera," I said as we cleaned up and raced up the stairs. It was barely thirty seconds later when the front door opened and mom called up to us.

"Kids, I am home," she hollered. "Get down here and help me with the groceries."

We checked each other out and made sure we were dressed before we headed down. We moved passed her and headed out to the car. I grabbed two bags while my sister picked up the last one and closed the door. We caught up with mom in the kitchen and helped her put the groceries away. Mom did notice that we were both covered in sweat. She told her to go up and take a shower. Then mom gave me a sideways glance and smiled.

"Have you two been misbehaving," she asked and I shook my head. Mom was unconvinced and frowned. "I told you to cut it out. I understand that your hormones are going ballistic but taking advantage of your little sister is just wrong. She is innocent and easily led. I don't want a repeat of today, understand?" 

I nodded and thought that mom wouldn't be so calm if she had caught her sweet innocent daughter doing a four way or seen the camera footage. Of course the entire thing had been Chastity's idea to make up for driving my girlfriend away. I mean who walks into her brother's room while he is fucking the lust of his life and tells her to get away from her man. What the fuck had gotten into her? I kissed my mother on the cheek and she whispered that I had better not touch her precious angel ever again. 

"You are just jealous," I said and left her standing there shaking. 

I don't know if she was angry or stunned but she didn't say anything after that. I went upstairs and heard my sister singing in the shower. I walked in and sat on the toilet. 

"She knows."

"How much," Chastity asked as she rinsed the shampoo from her hair.

"Just that we were doing the nasty," I said as I looked at her curvaceous silhouette. "Damn I never get tired of looking at you."

"Don't get me started," she growled. "I just washed up. Besides mom would kill us both if she caught us fucking in the shower, again."

"I took the hit on that one," I said. "I didn't lock the bathroom door. But she still thinks the sun shines out your virgin pussy." Chastity busted out laughing.

"You want the shower," she asked.

"Yeah, but you better get out of here so mom doesn't lose her fucking mind and think I am trying to rape you in here." 

Sis grabbed a towel, wrapped it around her and left. I waited until she was gone before I stripped down and slipped into the shower. I lathered up and god I couldn't get the image of my sister in the water out of my mind. I grabbed my dick and began to stroke it. I closed my eyes and thought about Chastity bent over taking my cock from behind. I was murmuring softly about how good her pussy felt when the door to the shower opened and my mom called out to me. 

I opened my eyes to apologize when I saw her naked form slip in behind me and take over. I reached out to close the shower door even as my dear sweet mother began to jack me off. She nuzzled my ear and pressed her tits against my back as she stroked my cock. Mom was in many ways simply an older version of my dear sister. However mom's nipples weren't inverted but were puffy like Chastity's. 

While sis shaved her clam shaped pussy completely bare mom left a racing stripe for decoration. They shared those spooky green eyes and sexual hunger that bordered on the supernatural, hell we all had that going for us. I had fucked my sister for close to an hour and a half and I was still ready for another round. God we were a sick fucking bunch!

"I'm sorry I was so harsh to you, you know how jealous I get," she purred in my ear.

"You are being selfish but I will forgive you this time," I told her as she stroked me faster.

"Do you want to fuck my pussy," she asked in that low sensuous voice of hers. The voice she used when she wanted something. "Admit it, you want to bury that long thick cock of yours deep inside of me."

"Are you wet," I asked.

"Check for yourself," she said taking a wider stance. I turned to face her and slid my fingers into her soaked sex. She returned her grip to my cock as we teased each other. "UNNNNNNNN I had a long day at work, won't you be nice to your mother and fuck her rotten."

"Aw, poor baby," I said as I pulled my fingers from her pussy. "Turn around and grab your ankles cock whore."

"MMMMMMMMMMM you know just how to take control," she moaned as she followed my orders. 

"How is this?" She asked once she had a firm grip on her ankles. I pulled her ass cheeks apart and lowered my lips to her pussy. I licked her leisurely as her body began to shake. "NO, don't tease me goddamnit, fuck me!" I ignored her as I tasted her pussy juices. I suckled her clit and she came right then and there. "Coming!" 

I stood up and rammed my dick into her in one smooth motion. Her body bucked and shook as a second orgasm followed the first. It was all moms' fault that this had happened in the first place. She had seduced me a little over a year ago and Chastity had found out. Now the cycle of unbridled lust had a life all its own. I began to move slowly as I fucked mom's pussy. She always had a hair trigger orgasm. I remember once she came when I clapped my hands together. I loved her with all my heart but she is a fucking freak. 

Then I stopped and felt her stiffen. She asked if anything was wrong but I just remained silent as I watched her body begin to shake now. Then she began to rock her body and as a reward I slapped her right ass cheek hard. She stopped moving instantly and whimpered when I remained still. It was like training a puppy to keep from eating the treat placed on its nose until it was told to do so. I pulled back slowly and she moaned deep in her chest. 

I dug my nails into her flesh and paused for a count of five before slamming my cock deep into her. Mom let out a yelp of pleasure as I began fucking her again. The loud wet slapping sound filled my ears and her cries echoed off the bathroom walls. I knew sis was at the door listening. How could she not hear what was going on?

"I fucked your sweet little angel," I said and mom stiffened. "I stuck my cock that you are so fond of deep inside her tight pussy. She screamed when she came and begged for more. That is your precious Chastity mom. If I don't rein her in she is going to start taking on two or more guys at once, do you want that?"

"NO," Mom said as I pummeled her pussy from behind. "I need to protect her, even if it's from you."

"She doesn't want your protection," I said as I slapped her left ass cheek. "She wants my cock as much as you do and you are the one who is responsible."

"I... I know," she cried out. "I never should have done what I did. But I was so damn lonely and hungry for cock." 

I rewarded her honesty by bringing her to a less harsh position and fucked her harder. She was able to brace her body against the rear of the shower and push against me as we fucked. 

"He left us for another man for god's sake. What does that say about me?"

"Nothing, it says he had issues and finally came to terms with them," I said. "Now be a good little slut and make me cum."

"You know just what to say to get my engine really going," mom purred. "Let mommy make you feel all better." She thrust harder against me now as I got closer and closer to climaxing. "UNNNNNNNN I can feel your dick growing inside of me. Shoot it inside of me or I will be very disappointed in you. Don't upset mommy." I didn't. I jack hammered into her without mercy now and she howled as I shot my load deep inside her pussy. "God I needed that."

"Next time I tap that fine ass of yours," I said pulling her close. Her eyes widened and her lips curled into a wicked smile.

"You say the sweetest things," she said as she ground against me. "Can you go again?"

"Shut up cum slut," I said as I began moving again.

"Make me."

Between sis and mom they drained my balls completely. I lay on my bed staring up at the ceiling and wondering what sort of rumors would spread about Chastity. I was unhappy but it had been her idea entirely. She wanted to prove that she would do anything for me or my friends. Was it me being protective or was I jealous? I hated the thought of a cock other than mine inside of her. I let out a sigh of frustration and tried to drift off to sleep. I was nearly asleep when I heard the soft stealthy steps approach my bed. 

"Sparks," Chastity called out in a low whisper.

"I'm awake," I said.

"You still mad at me," she asked as she climbed on top of me.

"Yeah," I said as she laid her head on my chest. "You fucked my friends. I know why but I still can't wrap my head around it."

"You're just mad that someone else got my anal cherry," she said bitterly.

"So are you by the sounds of it," I said as I put my arms around her. "It should've been someone special."

"You are still mad at mom, I heard you punishing her in the shower. You really blame her for my actions?"

"Yes, she seduced me and that poisoned this family," I told her as she began to cry. "Don't cry I don't blame you for wanting to impress me. It's all her fault."

Nothing else was said as we both drifted off to sleep. I dreamt about my fall from grace. I was pulled into that memory kicking and screaming. It was the middle of winter when mom and dad had the fight that tore their marriage apart. I was a senior in high school and sitting at the top of the stairs listening in while the maelstrom brewed below. They were screaming, crying and then that silence fell. The front door opened and closed. He left us without warning and never looked back. 

I watched as my body went downstairs but I tried to fight it with all my might. There I was holding my mom as she wept uncontrollably. She told me everything like I couldn't hear every last word they screamed at each other. I told her it would be alright. I told her I would be there for her. That's when she snapped. That's when she pushed me to the floor and kissed me. This was no motherly kiss but a fierce sexual thing. When I felt her hand tugging down my sweat pants I tried to protest but her tongue slid into my mouth. Then she was stroking my cock and god help me I was rock hard in seconds. It wasn't my fault I had never had anyone do that to me before. 

She broke our kiss, bent over and spit on the head of my dick. Then my mother was sucking me off. My first blow job and it was my mother taking me down her throat. I cried out as she licked, sucked and stroked me. I couldn't fight my orgasm. I shot down her throat and she swallowed every last drop. She was on top of me and lowering her drenched sex down onto my iron hard cock. My mom took my virginity there in the living room the night my dad left us. 

She tore her dress off and fed me her nipples to suckle. I was so caught up in the moment I quit fighting her and let it all happen. As I licked her puffy nipples she rode me nice and slow. She told me it would be okay. Then it was her turn to climax. I almost shot inside of her when I felt her pussy clamp down on me. By some miracle I lasted long enough for her to encourage me to take her from behind. I thrust into her hungry pussy until we both came together. That was the beginning of this psychotic mess.

She taught me all about sadism and masochism. I learned it was my job that when we fucked to treat her like shit, call her names and punish her with my cock. I was hesitant at first but she rewarded my bad behavior with blow jobs at the movies and hand jobs while we drove around. She was insatiable at first and I had to fuck her for hours until she was literally worn out and weak as a kitten. It was during one of those many marathon sessions that I learned mom not only liked anal sex but begged for it. That's how she lured me in and hooked me. How the hell could I turn down a woman who takes it up the ass? 

She would let me fuck her anywhere and anytime the urge hit me. I can't count the times I woke up with a woody and went down to her bedroom, slid my dick between her lips and she did the rest. In the beginning I would break down and fuck her after she sucked me off. But I quickly realized that mom wanted me to make her wait and beg for it later, so I did. I learned how to be a complete and utter prick to her when Chastity wasn't around of course. Mom felt like she had to be punished for losing dad and she was my whipping post. I took everything out on her. If I had a shitty day at school she felt my wrath. 

God forbid anything went wrong at work then she was so fucking needy. She'd beg for me to swat the hell out of her ass or fuck her throat until she gagged and the tears ran. We both had anger issues and we took it out on each other. I woke up and felt Chastity's hand on my bare flesh. She wasn't stroking me or anything she just had a firm grip on me while she slept. I felt like some sort of sexual teddy bear or incestuous chew toy.

"Chastity, go back to your room I need to get under the covers."

"No," she said with a barely suppressed giggle. "Mine... all mine..."

"Sweetie I am wore the fuck out," I said. "Between you and mom I am worn out."

"But..."

"But nothing, get to bed right now young lady or I will bend you over my knee and spank you."

"I guess you're going to have to spank me," she said wiggling her round bottom.

I picked her up and put her over my knee. Somehow the little shit managed to get a grip on my dick again. I tugged down her panties and gave her ass a swift swat. In return she stroked my cock. The more I spanked her the more she jacked me off. Her pussy was soaked by the time I was close to shooting my load.

"Brat," I said through gritted teeth.

"Make me swallow your load," she purred. "That'll teach me a good lesson. Come on and ram that fat cock of yours down my dirty throat! You know you want to. You need to come why not use me."





Chastity



"Fuck..." I said as I shoved her off my bed and onto the carpeted floor. 

I grabbed two fistfuls of her hair and pulled her to me. Sweet angelic Chastity opened her mouth as I pulled her head downward. I did all the work as I tugged her head up and down. She licked and sucked for all she was worth. Damn you, you little bitch! Did it feel good? Oh god it felt amazing! I fucked her mouth pussy in slow deliberate moves. All the while she looked up at me watching my fuck faces as I used her. 

"You are loving this aren't you? I let you stay and you took advantage of me. You make me fucking sick!" I said this as I pulled her head further and further down. "I should ass rape you for this." Her eyes went wide and wild with lust. "Oh, you'd like that wouldn't you. Oh shit, I am going to come! You better fucking swallow it or by god I will fuck that ass of yours mercilessly!" 

I pulled her head down and bit back a scream as I shot my load. My fingers formed fists as I held her head down over my erection. Then I let her go and she kept her head down as she cleaned my dick with tongue and lips. Then she was in my arms and crying. I was about to apologize when she kissed me and held me close.

"That was the most amazing thing, ever! My ass belongs to you so if you want to fuck me there... do it. I am going to go back to my room and masturbate now. My pussy is fucking soaked. Nitey nite."

I just sat there and watched as she practically skipped out of my room. What the fuck just happened? I shook my head and crawled under my covers to sleep. Please god, don't make me dream! God is a heartless bastard who drags us through nightmare so that we can pay for our sins. My sin was the undying lust for those two women in my life. I wanted to make them happy but at what cost. 

The dream was a familiar one. I was with my mom. She was on her knees and I was behind her hammering away at her soaked cunt. She pushed her tits to the floor and raised her ass as high as it could go for me. The soft wet sounds of our fucking loud in my ears. Chastity wasn't due home for another hour when the front door opened and we froze. 

Then she walked in and found us like that. I can still remember the look on her face. She could see my hard cock half in half out of our mother. Chastity licked her lips before racing upstairs and what did I do, I went right on fucking my mom. I hadn't come yet even though she tried to push me off of her. Mom begged me to stop but I just couldn't do it. It was her fault we got caught. She was responsible for all of it. 

"This is all your fault slut," I said as she wrestled with me.

"Let me go," she said as she squirmed beneath me.

"That's it, the more you struggle the closer I get to shooting my load."

"UNNNNNNN, why does your cock have to feel so good," she said as her resistance fell.

Then she was pushing against me to drive my dick deeper into her. She was panting and cursing as she drove me headlong into that mind-blowing orgasm. I stabbed my cock into her one last time even as Chastity peeked around the corner and saw me shoot my load into mom. Then she disappeared again as mom licked my cock clean. Mom decided to talk to sis and try and explain things. She failed utterly and I did little better. When sis began to cry I pulled her close and held her.

"Are you going to fuck me too," she asked.

"What, where the hell did that come from," I asked and she shrugged.

"I guess if mom is happy fucking you, why not me too," she purred. "I am younger and prettier than her. You can show me what turns you on. I will do it all, just ask."

I pushed her away and left. I think that's what drove her over the edge. She felt like she had something to prove. The dream jumped ahead. I was asleep when she came to me. Chastity pulled down the covers, knelt by the side of the bed and took my cock into her mouth. It didn't take long for me to wake up to her eager licking and sucking. I sat up and there was my little sister forcing my cock down her throat. I tried to stop her but she shook her head. 

My body betrayed me even as I watched her finger her pussy and suck my cock. Please god let me wake up! I don't want to see this. I yanked her up and onto the bed. I pinned her beneath me but she never fought. She opened her legs for me and I slid into her with little resistance. Then I was taking her virginity. I was fucking her slow and hard. Each thrust into her was rewarded with a deep guttural noise from her.

"Fuck me," she said urging me on. "Oh god I never knew it would feel this good! Fuck your sister's tight little pussy!" 

She was thrusting her hips up against me as we fucked. This wasn't making love, it was pure unadulterated lust. Chastity wanted my cock and I wanted to be her first. Damn her pussy was tight! It was a lot snugger than mom's. I never tried to keep her quiet that was a big mistake. By the time I had Chastity on her knees and my cock buried deep inside of her again mom was opening my door. Now it was her turn to see my cock plunging in and out of her daughter. Sis was thrusting back now and fucking me. Mom watched us until sis and I came together in a cacophony of lustful cries. Then she was next to the bed and slapping me across the face.

"How dare you violate your sister," she snarled her face a mask of betrayal and jealousy.

"I did it mom," Chastity cried out. "I fucked him. I came in here and jacked him off. It was all me!"

"Shut up," mom shouted. "Shut the fuck up! I watched him bend you over. I watched him put his filthy cock in you."

"That filthy cock is good enough for you," sis said. "I saw the look on your face when he was fucking you." 

I eased out of my sister and sat there and cried. I awoke with tears streaming down my face. I sat up and wiped my eyes. I hated them both! I put my head in my hands and knew that was another lie. I loved them. They were family and as fucked up and twisted as it was they were mine. They had surrendered to me in the most intimate way possible and I was responsible for them.

"Damn it," I said as I knew what I had to do. I got up and stalked down the hall to my mom's room. I opened the door and found her moonlit room a mix of shadows and silence. I moved to the side of her bed. "Wake the fuck up." Mom's eyes slowly opened and she turned to look up at me.

"What," she said groggily.

"I said wake the fuck up," I said sternly as she sat up and rubbed her eyes.

"I am up what is going on?"

"Follow me," I said as I turned to head out. 

I heard the rustle of covers and the whisper of her feet on the carpet. I went to my sister's room and heard her moving around in her bed. I stopped as I listened to her soft moans as she masturbated. I pushed the door open and there was my sister with a toy shoved up her cunt. She was pleasuring herself as she whispered my name. I shook my head as mom and I stepped in.

"Mom... Sparks... what are you doing here," she asked as she pulled the covers over her.

"Cut it out," I said. "We need to talk. Come downstairs when you're done."

She took her time. I was impressed that she finished her little tender moment. I fixed a pot of coffee and mom sat there in her negligee and never said a single word. She waited until Chastity came down wearing a long shirt and a smile. I could make out the trickle of pussy juice that ran down her leg as it gleamed in the electric light. She obviously still had enough energy for another round but that would have to wait. I pointed to one of the chairs and sis sat down. I finished my cup of coffee while the two of them waited. I set my empty cup down and cleared my throat.

"I had those dreams again," I said. 

Their reaction was instant and intense. Mom blamed herself and sis blamed mom. I had tossed the blame away somewhere between sis' room and the kitchen. 

"Stop it. I am tired of blame and accusations. There are going to be some new rules and compromises from now on. If things are going to continue you two have to follow my laws or it ends here and now. What's it going to be?"

"What sort of rules," mom asked her eyes narrowing and her posture stiffening.

"There will be no limitations on who I fuck, where I fuck and so on. That means..."

"That means you want to fuck your sister," mom said interrupting me. I snatched her by her hair and pulled her head back.

"Don't ever do that again," I said making a tight fist in her hair.

"SSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSS... yes sir," she whimpered as her body went limp.

"Do we have an understanding," I asked and they both nodded. "Good, now both of you get back to your beds and let me get a good night's sleep."

I let go of mom and sis was already on her feet. As she turned to leave she lifted up her shirt and flashed me her bare ass. Mom bristled but didn't say a word. Then after a long moment she left me alone in the kitchen. I didn't know if this was the right path but it was the only one I could possibly walk right now. I let go of the guilt and put it to bed along with the women in my life. There was a tension in the house and it was radiating from the second floor. I knew they were both waiting for me. If I chose either one I was screwed. 

Aw fuck it! I got up and headed up to Chastity's room. Her door was open and she was on her hands and knees with her ass pointed at the open doorway. I shook my head, walked in and grabbed her gently by her hair. I pulled her up to her feet and led her to mom's bedroom. Mom was the only one with a king sized bed. So I walked in with sis in tow and found mom waiting for me. She looked puzzled but then smiled. I let go of sis and climbed onto mom's bed and positioned myself in the middle. Mom snuggled on my left side while sis followed me and lay on my right side. I pulled the covers over us and got comfortable.

"Nite," I said as I closed my eyes.

"I think he is serious," mom said.

"Um yeah," sis said as she got comfy. I almost laughed when they both reached for my cock at the same time.

"Really," I said eyes still closed.

"We can share," mom purred.

"I don't mind," sis whispered.

"I'm not getting any sleep am I," I asked even as they both dove under the covers. "Nope... what about UNNNNNNNN whose mouth is that?"

I didn't find out right away. The two of them were taking turns sucking me off. I closed my eyes and let them have their way with me. They were both eager to please. Finally they came up for air and pushed the covers off. One of them straddled my face while the other lowered her pussy down onto my erection. I buried my face between one of their legs and began eating them out while the other buried my cock deep in her pussy. 

As I lapped at what I suspected was my mom's cunt Chastity rode me slowly. The tight wet pussy had to belong to my sister. I was proven true when I heard my mom moan my name above me. This was unexpected but not unwelcome. They wanted to prove to me they were willing to follow the rules. 

"His cock feels so good," sis whimpered as she drove her pussy down harder now.

"Squeeze him with your pussy," mom suggested. "He loves that."

"You mean like this," Chastity said as she suddenly became tighter.

"UNNNNNNNNNNNNNN," I groaned as she rode me.

"That's the trick," mom said. "Now be a good little girl and lift up and now drop down."

"UNNNNNNNNNNNNNN," I moaned as sis dropped down.

"I knew you were a quick learner," mom praised her.

"If I keep dropping down like that I'm going to cum," sis whimpered.

"Come on baby come for him," mom purred. "Keep it up, yeah just like that."

"NNNNNNNNNN so fucking close," sis cried out. "I am coming!"

"That's my girl," mom moaned even as they traded places. "Come to mama!"

Mom rode me slowly as sis planted her pussy over my face. I was amazed at how quickly they had moved and the small break in the action. Mom squeezed my cock as she lifted up then she relaxed her pussy muscles as she dropped down impaling her cunt over and over again. While sis's pussy was tighter mom's was far more talented. I felt the sweat break out over my body as I began to thrust up as mom dropped down. 

I wondered how long she would last with her hair trigger orgasms. I drove my hips up as hard as I could now and was rewarded as my mother shook and cried out on top of me. I was still painfully stiff and knew what I wanted. I took over and positioned them on the bed. Mom was on her back with sis on top of her. Their pussies were above each other as I knelt down. I took sis first and began fucking her slowly.

"He is going to fuck us both," Chastity whimpered as I thrust into her.

"Yeah, I've never done this before," mom said breathlessly. "I wonder how this is going to work out. Oh shit here it comes." She cried out as I pulled out of sis and thrust into her slowly. "Oh damn, he is so fucking hard!"

"I know, I think he likes us like this."

"UNNNN UNNNN UNNNNNN, yeah fuck me son," mom cried out as I hammered her slit. 

Then I switched back to Chastity. I could feel my own orgasm get closer now. It was building with each thrust of my hips. The gals were urging me on as I fucked them each in turn. 

"So damn close," I grunted as I fucked my mom.

"Shoot it in her," sis urged. "I want to see her come when you do. She is so fucking close!" 

Mom and I cried out together as cum splashed her insides. I managed to pull out and slam my cock into Chastity's cunt. I thrust a few times and she came with an ear splitting scream. I knew she was close but she couldn't beg for my cock with my mom sitting there on the edge. She was selfless that way. I was dragged onto the bed as the pair took turns licking and cleaning my cock for me. Only after every last drop of cum was accounted for did they allow me to get some sleep.

Mom called in sick the next morning, which was a scant few hours away. Then she called Chastity's school and told them she had the flu. I simply blew off my classes at the community college. I could get notes from my friends on Monday. I woke up around noon and slipped away to relieve my bladder. I knew if I started the shower it would wake my sleeping beauties. We could take one together later on. So I went into my room and paced. 

I had made a serious decision and had to live with the repercussions. I stood by the window that looked out over the backyard. As I moved to get closer to the window my foot bumped into something. I glanced down and saw the familiar shoebox. I smiled as I sat down on the floor and took the box into my lap. I could feel the heat from the sunlight falling on my body from the window. 

I lifted the lid of the shoebox and looked at the long forgotten rock collection. Most of them were common stones from around the city. They were memories solidified in the form of pretty rocks. I picked each of them up and felt the memories come drifting back. There was the black stone with the tiny clear crystals in it I had gotten from the zoo. The polished caramel colored rock I had found by the park not six blocks from the house.

"There you are," Chastity said bringing me back to the present.

"Look what I found," I said as she sat down next to me.

"Ooh, remember this one," she said picking up the bright blue irregular lump of glass.

"That abandoned house over by Jason's house," I said and she nodded. 

Then her hand shot forward as she snatched a stone from the bottom of the box. She handed it to me and we both smiled. It was the prize piece of my collection. I had forgotten about it until now. It was a long six inch piece of crystal that I had dug up in our own backyard years ago. But it wasn't just that I had dug it up on our property it was the queer way it changed color depending on how you held it. It was mostly clear at the moment but when I lifted and turned it this way suddenly it was blood red. Now it was a golden yellow and if I twisted it like this a dazzling emerald color.

"Regrets," Chastity said without warning. She was blinking tears from her eyes.

"Yes, it should have been me," I said indicating the fact that someone else had taken her anal virginity. I felt the anger; the frustration and yes the regret well up in me until nothing else remained. "I regret... I wish it had been me."

It all felt so damn surreal. I looked around the living room as if something was out of whack. Our drinks were scattered all over and sitting there to bear witness to the following events was the bright blue ball on the coffee table. The other sentinel in the room was the high definition video camera aimed at the pile of bodies on and in front of the couch. It was recording every last detail of the events as they unfolded. Kirk was on his back on the floor. He was the guy that so very fucking popular, a football player and had his cock buried deep inside of her. His dark Latin skin was covered in sweat as he fought his latest orgasm. His black hair was plastered to his scalp from all the exertion she had put him through. 

Above him was little ól me and I was poised to violate the girl's asshole for the very first time. I had her ass cheeks pulled apart and was pressing the tip of my cock into her nice and slow. My face was a mask of grim determination as the head of my cock finally pierced our play toy. Then there was Barry sitting on the very end of the couch one of my oldest and dearest friends. His cock was half way down her throat as she eagerly licked and sucked it even as I pushed the shaft into her ass to the hilt. 

Barry was as pale as Kirk was dark. He had long blonde hair that hung straight and stringy to his bare back. His eyes were a bright blue that were so often compared to skies, oceans and placid lakes. Finally and hardly least of all was dear sweet Chastity. What a fucking joke! She was on her knees with Kirk buried deep in her pussy, me hilted in her ass and Barry down her throat. She had those haunting green eyes of hers closed as we took our pleasure from her. 

She was short, barely five feet tall but she was built like a fucking sex machine. Her tits were huge, natural and swung now as I began to move. She had large puffy nipples that were inverted and sexy as hell. How many times had I licked and sucked on those puppies? Her skin was deeply sun kissed and perfectly tanned with no sign of tan lines anywhere. She had a long ass mane of copper hair that hung beyond her ass cheeks and was even now cascading down over her left shoulder to keep it out of the way. Her skin glistened from the layer of sweat she had earned fucking the three of us singularly and in pairs. She let out a deep purr of satisfaction knowing it had been me who had taken her anal cherry. 

I wanted to laugh thinking about how ridiculous this entire scene was. There was sweet innocent Chastity on her hands and knees with one cock in her pussy, me in her ass and another between her tender lips. She had begged for this and now it was really happening. I was fucking her ass in slow even thrusts of my hips. I grabbed her by her hair and thrust faster now as I felt my final climax swiftly building. Her eyes went wide and the other guys were fucking her with complete abandon now. 

"You better swallow my load you or else," Barry groaned as his cock swelled between her lips. 

Tears streamed down her face as she fought the urge to gag with everything she had. Kirk and I were panting and groaning as we came within seconds of each other. I stood up and moved out of the way. Barry let out a groan of satisfaction as she swallowed his load and licked him clean. Kirk rolled Chastity onto her back and tossed his used condom between her tits. Barry and Kirk got dressed and stood above her looking down as she fought to catch her breath. 

"See ya Sparks," Barry said as he zipped up his jeans. 

"Yeah and thanks man she was amazing," Kirk said as the pair headed for the door leaving me and Chastity alone.




Chastity



"That was fucking weird," I said looking around.

"MMMMMMMMMMMMM, yeah three guys at once was pretty intense," she said as she lay there on the floor.

"No, it's not that," I said and she looked up at me with those spooky green eyes of hers. "It's like déjà vu but not quite right. I'm not sure I can explain it."

"Do you have any regrets," she asked as she got to her knees.

"Oh hell no," I said smiling from ear to ear. "You were... are amazing!"

"Good, we better clean up before mom gets home," she said. "We can watch it all later when mom goes to bed. I want to see you as you fuck my ass. I love the faces you make."

"Yeah and I adore the noises you make," I said still unable to shake the sense of something off. "It's nothing."

We picked up the living room and took a shower together. We were drying off when mom came home. We giggled as we headed down to get the groceries from the car. I grabbed two bags while my sister picked up the last one and closed the door. We caught up with mom in the kitchen and helped her put the groceries away. Mom did notice that we both had wet hair. She told sis to go up and do her homework. Then mom gave me a sideways glance and smiled.

"Have you two been misbehaving," she asked and I shook my head. Mom was unconvinced and frowned. "I told you to cut it out. I understand that your hormones are going ballistic but taking advantage of your little sister is just wrong. She is innocent and easily led. I don't want a repeat of today, understand?" 

A repeat of today... Why did that sound right and wrong at the same time? Mom glared at me with that 'are you listening to me' look. I nodded and thought that mom wouldn't be so calm if she had caught her sweet innocent daughter doing a four way or seen the camera footage. Of course the entire thing had been Chastity's idea to make up for driving my girlfriend away. I mean who walks into her brother's room while he is fucking the lust of his life and tells her to get away from her man. What the fuck had gotten into her? I kissed my mother on the cheek and she whispered that I had better not touch her precious angel ever again. 

"You are just jealous," I said and left her standing there shaking. 

I don't know if she was angry or stunned but she didn't say anything after that. I went upstairs and heard my sister singing as she did her homework. I walked in and sat on the edge of the bed. 

"She knows."

"How much," Chastity asked as she took the headphones from her ears.

"Just that we were doing the nasty," I said as I looked at her plunging neckline. "Damn I never get tired of looking at you."

"Don't get me started," she growled. "I just washed up. Besides mom would kill us both if she caught us fucking, again."

"I took the hit on that one," I said. "I didn't lock the bathroom door. But she still thinks the sun shines out your virgin pussy." Chastity busted out laughing. "Speaking of homework... I got to go."

Sis just smiled as she put the headphones back on and returned to her books. I went to my room on the far side of the house and mirrored sis. I grabbed my books, laptop and headphones. I opened my music folder and picked out the folder marked study. It was mainly classical music heavy on the instruments and light on the lyrics. I discovered early on that I was easily distracted if someone was singing in the background. I dove headlong into game theory and was lost to the outside world in no time. My fingers flew across the keyboard imputing the code that would bring my creation to life. I guess I felt a little like Doctor Frankenstein. I paused and ran the simulation to see how clean it looked. As I watched my creature move and perform his assigned tasks I felt a gentle tug on my zipper.

"Cut it out," I said not looking past the screen. The tugging continued and a cool hand freed my cock. "I said... unnnn okay you win."

She let my growing erection pop into her throat. That could only mean one thing... MOM? I set my laptop to the side and there was a naked woman sucking my dick. I glanced at the door and it was closed. Mom was in many ways simply an older version of my dear sister. However mom's nipples weren't inverted but were puffy like Chastity's. 

While sis shaved her clam shaped pussy completely bare mom left a racing stripe for decoration. They shared those spooky green eyes and sexual hunger that bordered on the supernatural, hell we all had that going for us. I had fucked my sister for close to an hour and a half and I was still ready for another round. God we were a sick fucking bunch!

"I'm sorry I was so harsh to you, you know how jealous I get," she purred from between my legs.

"You are being selfish but I will let it slide, this time," I told her as she stroked me and licked the tip.

"Do you want to fuck my pussy," she asked in that low sensuous voice of hers. The voice she used when she wanted something. "Admit it, you want to bury that long thick cock of yours deep inside of me."

"Are you wet," I asked.

"Check for yourself," she said sitting up and flashing her pussy. I reached down and slid my fingers into her soaked sex. She returned her grip to my cock as we teased each other. "UNNNNNNNN I had a long day at work, won't you be nice to your mother and fuck her rotten."

"Aw, poor baby," I said as I pulled my fingers from her pussy. "Get on your hands and knees cock whore."

"MMMMMMMMMMM you know just how to take control," she moaned as she followed my orders. 

"How is this?" She asked once she had assumed the position. I pulled her ass cheeks apart and lowered my lips to her pussy. I licked her leisurely as her body began to shake. "NO, don't tease me goddamnit, fuck me!" I ignored her as I tasted her pussy juices. I suckled her clit and she came right then and there.

I knelt behind her and rammed my dick into her in one smooth motion. Her body bucked and shook as a second orgasm followed the first. It was all moms' fault that this had happened in the first place. She had seduced me a little over a year ago and Chastity had found out. Now the cycle of unbridled lust had a life all its own. I began to move slowly as I fucked mom's pussy. She always had a hair trigger orgasm. I remember once she came when I clapped my hands together. I loved her with all my heart but she is a fucking freak. 

Then I stopped and felt her stiffen. She asked if anything was wrong but I just remained silent as I watched her body begin to shake now. Then she began to rock her body and as a reward I slapped her right ass cheek hard. She stopped moving instantly and whimpered when I remained still. It was like training a puppy to keep from eating the treat placed on its nose until it was told to do so. I pulled back slowly and she moaned deep in her chest. 

I dug my nails into her flesh and paused for a count of five before slamming my cock deep into her. Mom let out a yelp of pleasure as I began fucking her again. The loud wet slapping sound filled my ears and her cries echoed off my bedroom walls. I knew sis was at the door listening. How could she not hear what was going on? I pulled out of mom's pussy and eased the tip into her ass. I went slow but she pushed back until I was balls deep. 

"I fucked your sweet little angel," I said and mom stiffened. "I stuck my cock that you are so fond of deep inside her tight little ass just like I am doing with you right now. She screamed when she came and begged for more. That is your precious Chastity mom. If I don't rein her in she is going to start taking on two or more guys at once, do you want that?"

"NO," Mom said as I pummeled her ass from behind. "I need to protect her, even if it's from you."

"She doesn't want your protection," I said as I slapped her left ass cheek. "She wants my cock as much as you do and you are the one who is responsible."

"I... I know," she cried out. "I never should have done what I did. But I was so damn lonely and hungry for cock." 

I rewarded her honesty by fucking her harder. She was able to brace her body against the foot of the bed and push against me as we fucked. 

"He left us for a younger woman for god's sake. What does that say about me?"

"Nothing, it says he likes his pussy young and tight," I said. "Now be a good little slut and make me cum."

"You know just what to say to get my engine really going," mom purred. "Let mommy make you feel all better." She thrust harder against me now as I got closer and closer to climaxing. "UNNNNNNNN I can feel your dick growing inside of me. Shoot it inside of me or I will be very disappointed in you. Don't upset mommy." I didn't. I jack hammered into her without mercy now and she howled as I shot my load deep inside her ass. "God I needed that."

"Next time I will fuck in you in public," I said pulling her close. Her eyes widened and her lips curled into a wicked smile.

"You say the sweetest things," she said as she ground against me. "Can you go again?"

"Shut up cum slut," I said as I began moving again.

"Make me."

Between sis and mom they drained my balls completely. I lay on my bed staring up at the ceiling and wondering what sort of rumors would spread about Chastity. I was pissed but it had been her idea entirely. She wanted to prove that she would do anything for me or my friends. Was it me being protective or was I jealous? I hated the thought of a cock other than mine inside of her. I let out a sigh of frustration and tried to drift off to sleep. I was nearly asleep when I heard the soft stealthy steps approach my bed. 

"Sparks," Chastity called out in a low whisper.

"I'm awake," I said.

"You still mad at me," she asked as she climbed on top of me.

"Yeah," I said as she laid her head on my chest. "You fucked my friends. I know why but I still can't wrap my head around it."

"You're just mad that someone else fucked me in front of you," she said bitterly.

"So are you by the sounds of it," I said as I put my arms around her. 

"You are still mad at mom, I heard you ass fucking her in here earlier. You really blame her for my actions?"

"Yes, she seduced me and that poisoned this family," I told her as she began to cry. "Don't cry I don't blame you for wanting to impress me. It's all her fault."

Nothing else was said as we both drifted off to sleep. I dreamt about my fall from grace. I was pulled into that memory kicking and screaming. It was the middle of spring when mom and dad had the fight that tore their marriage apart. I was a freshman in college and sitting at the top of the stairs listening in while the maelstrom brewed below. They were screaming, crying and then that silence fell. The front door opened and closed. He left us without warning and never looked back. 

I watched as my body went downstairs but I tried to fight it with all my might. There I was holding my mom as she wept uncontrollably. She told me everything like I couldn't hear every last word they screamed at each other. I told her it would be alright. I told her I would be there for her. That's when she snapped. That's when she pushed me to the floor and caressed my cock through my pants. I was so stunned and yet it felt so damn good. Then she was tugging my sweat pants down and took my cock between her lips. I was rock hard and sliding down her throat in no time at all. 

I cried out that I was close but she never slowed down. My first blow job ended with me firing my load down my mom's throat. Mom got naked and impaled her soaked cunt on my semi-hard cock. She took my virginity on the floor by the front door. Mom leaned forward and fed me her puffy nipples. I was hard again in no time at all. My cock hit deep inside of her and she moaned my name like the lover I was.

"So much bigger than your dad," Mom whimpered. "I am going to fuck you and teach you how to make a woman happy."

My sin was remaining silent. It all felt so good. How could I say no? I thrust up into her drenched slit and she squeezed her pussy around me. Her first orgasm was so sudden and strong it scared me. I kept asking her if she was okay and mom just nodded. She caught her breath and we switched to a doggy style position. I liked that a lot since I was sliding deeper than ever. I watched as my dick slid in and out of her. I told her I was getting close and so was she. I thrust into her hungry pussy until we both came together. That was the beginning of this psychotic mess.

She eventually taught me all about sadism and masochism. I learned it was my job that when we fucked to treat her like a slave, to call her names and train her with my cock. I was hesitant at first but she rewarded my bad behavior with blow jobs at the movies and hand jobs while we drove around. She was insatiable at first and I had to fuck her for hours until she was literally worn out and weak as a kitten. It was during one of those many marathon sessions that I learned mom not only liked anal sex but begged for it. That's how she seduced me and hooked me. How the hell could I turn down a woman who takes it up the ass? 

She would let me fuck her anywhere and anytime the urge hit me. I can't count the times I woke up with a woody and went down to her bedroom, slid my dick between her lips and she did the rest. In the beginning I would break down and fuck her after she sucked me off. But I quickly realized that mom wanted me to make her wait and beg for it later, so I did. I learned how to be a complete and utter prick to her when Chastity wasn't around of course. Mom felt like she had to be punished for losing dad and she was my whipping post. I took everything out on her. If I had a shitty day at school she felt my wrath. 

God forbid anything went wrong at work then she was so fucking needy. She'd beg for me to swat the hell out of her ass or fuck her throat until she gagged and the tears ran. There was a ton of buried emotion and we took it out on each other. I woke up and felt Chastity's hand on my bare flesh. She wasn't stroking me or anything she just had a firm grip on me while she slept. I felt like some sort of sexual teddy bear or incestuous chew toy.

"Chastity, go back to your room I need to get under the covers."

"No," she said with a barely suppressed giggle. "Mine... all mine..."

"Sweetie I am wore the fuck out," I said. "Between you and mom I am worn out."

"But..."

"But nothing, get to bed right now young lady or I will bend you over my knee and spank you."

"I guess you're going to have to spank me," she said wiggling her round bottom.

I picked her up and put her over my knee. Somehow the little shit managed to get a grip on my dick again. I tugged down her panties and gave her ass a swift swat. In return she stroked my cock. The more I spanked her the more she jacked me off. Her pussy was soaked by the time I was close to shooting my load.

"Brat," I said through gritted teeth.

"Make me swallow your load," she purred. "That'll teach me a good lesson. Come on and ram that fat cock of yours down my dirty throat! You know you want to. You need to come why not use me."

"Fuck..." I said as I shoved her off my bed and onto the carpeted floor. 

I grabbed two fistfuls of her hair and pulled her to me. Sweet angelic Chastity opened her mouth as I pulled her head downward. I did all the work as I tugged her head up and down. She licked and sucked for all she was worth. Damn you, you little bitch! Did it feel good? Oh god it felt amazing! I fucked her mouth pussy in slow deliberate moves. All the while she looked up at me watching my fuck faces as I used her. 

"You are loving this aren't you? I let you stay and you took advantage of me. You make me fucking sick!" I said this as I pulled her head further and further down. "I should ass rape you for this." Her eyes went wide and wild with lust. "Oh, you'd like that wouldn't you. Oh shit, I am going to come! You better fucking swallow it or by god I will fuck that ass of yours mercilessly!" 

I pulled her head down and bit back a scream as I shot my load. My fingers formed fists as I held her head down over my erection. Then I let her go and she kept her head down as she cleaned my dick with tongue and lips. Then she was in my arms and crying. I was about to apologize when she kissed me and held me close.

"That was the most amazing thing, ever! My ass belongs to you so if you want to fuck me there... do it. I am going to go back to my room and masturbate now. My pussy is fucking soaked. Nighty night..."

I just sat there and watched as she practically skipped out of my room. What the fuck just happened? I shook my head and crawled under my covers to sleep. Please god, don't make me dream! God is a heartless bastard who drags us through nightmare so that we can pay for our sins. My sin was the undying lust for those two women in my life. I wanted to make them happy but at what cost. 

The dream was a familiar one. I was with my mom. Mom was on her knees and I was behind her hammering away at her soaked cunt. She pushed her tits to the floor and raised her ass as high as it could go for me. The soft wet sounds of our fucking loud in my ears. Chastity wasn't due home for another hour when the front door opened and we froze. 

Then she walked in and found us like that. I can still remember the look on her face. She could see my hard cock half in half out of our mother. Chastity licked her lips before racing upstairs and what did I do, I went right on fucking my mom. I hadn't come yet even though she tried to push me off of her. Mom begged me to stop but I just couldn't do it. It was her fault we got caught. She was responsible for all of it. 

"This is all your fault slut," I said as grabbed her by the back of the neck.

"Let me go," mom said as she squirmed beneath me.

"That's it, the more you struggle the closer I get to shooting my load."

"UNNNNNNN, why does your cock have to feel so good," she said as her resistance failed.

Then she was pushing against me to drive my dick deeper into her. She was panting and cursing as she drove me headlong into that mind-blowing orgasm. I stabbed my cock into her one last time even as Chastity peeked around the corner and saw me shoot my load into mom. Then she disappeared again as mom licked my cock clean. Mom decided to talk to sis and try and explain things. She failed utterly and I did little better. So I left her in her room alone.

I went to my room and slammed the door behind me. I was so angry with myself. This sickness inside of me had been exposed to Chastity and now she knew all about mom and me. I plopped down onto my bed and squeezed my eyes shut. I don't know how long I lay there when someone knocked on my door.

"Come on in," I said. It was Chastity and she had changed her clothes. "Hey, I am so sorry about you seeing that." 

"I suspected it for a while actually." She said as she sat on the edge of my bed. The shirt she wore rode up revealing the bright red t-bar beneath. "Are you going to fuck me too," she asked.

"What, where the hell did that come from," I asked and she shrugged.

"I guess if mom is happy fucking you, why not me too," she purred. "I am younger and prettier than her. You can show me what turns you on. I will do it all, just ask."

I pushed her away and left. I think that's what drove her over the edge. She felt like she had something to prove. The dream jumped ahead. I was asleep when she came to me. Chastity pulled down the covers, climbed on top and eased my morning wood deep inside of her. I woke up to her slowly riding me. Her face was bright red and she was removing her shirt as I opened my eyes. The pleasure of her virginal pussy wrapped around me was pure bliss.

"What have you done?" I asked as she began to grunt now.

"I wanted you to take my virginity. Now you have no reason not to fuck me." Chastity reasoned as my cock buried itself deep inside of her. "Oh god you are so big! I had no idea it would feel this good! Do you like fucking your little sister's pussy?" 




Chastity



She was thrusting her hips up against me as we fucked. This wasn't making love, it was pure unadulterated lust. Chastity wanted my cock and I wanted to be her first. Damn her pussy was tight! It was a lot snugger than mom's. I never tried to keep her quiet that was a big mistake. By the time I had Chastity on her knees and my cock buried deep inside of her again mom was opening my door. Now it was her turn to see my cock plunging in and out of her daughter. Sis was thrusting back now and fucking me. Mom watched us until sis and I came together in a cacophony of lustful cries. Then she was next to the bed and slapping me across the face.

"How dare you defile your sister," she snarled her face a mask of betrayal and jealousy.

"I did it mom," Chastity cried out. "I fucked him. I came in here and climbed on top of him. It was all me!"

"Shut up," mom shouted. "Shut the fuck up! I watched him bend you over. I watched him put his filthy cock in you."

"That filthy cock is good enough for you," sis said. "I saw the look on your face when he was fucking you." 

I eased out of my sister and sat there and cried. I awoke with tears streaming down my face. I sat up and wiped my eyes. I hated them both! I put my head in my hands and knew that was another lie. I loved them. They were family and as fucked up and twisted as it was they were mine. They had surrendered to me in the most intimate way possible and I was responsible for them.

"Damn it," I said as I knew what I had to do. I got up and stalked down the hall to my mom's room. I opened the door and found her moonlit room a mix of shadows and silence. I moved to the side of her bed. "Wake the fuck up." Mom's eyes slowly opened and she turned to look up at me.

"What," she said groggily.

"I said wake the fuck up," I said sternly as she sat up and rubbed her eyes.

"I am up what is going on?"

"Follow me," I said as I turned to head out. 

I heard the rustle of covers and the whisper of her feet on the carpet. I went to my sister's room and heard her moving around in her bed. I stopped as I listened to her soft moans as she masturbated. I pushed the door open and there was my sister with a toy shoved up her cunt. She was pleasuring herself as she whispered my name. I shook my head as mom and I stepped in.

"Mom... Sparks... what are you doing here," she asked as she pulled the covers over her.

"Cut it out," I said. "We need to talk. Come downstairs when you're done."

She took her time. I was impressed that she finished her little tender moment. I fixed a pot of coffee and mom sat there in her negligee and never said a single word. She waited until Chastity came down wearing a long shirt and a smile. I could make out the trickle of pussy juice that ran down her leg as it gleamed in the electric light. She obviously still had enough energy for another round but that would have to wait. I pointed to one of the chairs and sis sat down. I finished my cup of coffee while the two of them waited. I set my empty cup down and cleared my throat.

"I had those dreams again," I said. 

Their reaction was instant and intense. Mom blamed herself and sis blamed mom. I had tossed the blame away somewhere between sis' room and the kitchen. 

"Stop it. I am tired of blame and accusations. I am done. This ends now, tonight, you both need to go out and find boyfriends. I am washing my hands of this entire situation. This is wrong and needs to stop." 

I got up and left them to argue, scream or talk it over between just the two of them. Oh I still wanted the sex but I would have to find it elsewhere. I reached my bed, climbed in and for the first time in months I slept like a baby. There were no guilty dreams to plague my unconscious mind. I woke up late the next day. I was surprised that no one had come in to wake me up. I smelled cooking food and got up. I threw on my underwear. I walked down to mom's bedroom and it was empty as was Chastity's. Did mom call into work? It was nearly noon and she was down in the kitchen cooking.

I walked downstairs and into the kitchen. I didn't pay attention when I went to fridge and got out the pitcher of orange juice. I grabbed a glass and poured the juice into it. Only then did I notice that the woman cooking at the stove wasn't my mother or my sister. It was the long mane of jet black hair and the round bare ass exposed for all to see. The apron covered her heavy tits but barely. I almost dropped the glass when I walked up and saw it was in fact one of my neighbors.

"Mrs. Kobayashi? What are you doing here?" I asked even as she flipped the last pancake onto the plate.

"Oh hello dear, your mom called me and explained your situation," she purred. "Eat up, you 'are' going to need your strength. My she didn't fib when she told me you were hung like a horse."

"Um... what exactly did she say?" I asked as she led me into a chair.

"You broke up with your girlfriend and well were in desperate need of some love and affection." She said as she bent over and loaded my plate with food.

"Damn," I said staring at her dark erect nipples and even dark areoles. 

"MMMMM your mom said you liked big boobs. Here let me feed you." 

She sat in my lap and ground her naked pussy against my trapped cock. She poured syrup on the pancakes and cut them up. As she fed me her hips made slow circles driving me crazy. I moaned as I chewed my food. Unable to wait any longer Mrs. Kobayashi lifted up, freed my cock and impaled her soaked cunt on my erection. She dropped the fork and it fell atop the pancakes. She straddled me and began fucking me with sharp thrusts of her hips.

"God damn you have a monster cock," she howled. "I am going to cum already! Do you like my pussy, I shaved it just for you see!"

She untied the apron and tossed it to the floor. I cupped her tits and began licking and biting them gently. The older woman cried out and ground her pussy against me as she came. She pressed her body against mine as she caught her breath. She lowered her lips to mine and kissed me fiercely. I grabbed her by her hips and stood up. She cried out into my mouth as she was impaled completely. I walked us over to the wall and pressed her back against it. I adjusted my grip and began hammering up into her.

"YES... fuck me like the dirty whore I am," she cried out. "I love your cock!"

I never said a word. I was too damn busy enjoying the way her pussy clamped down around me. Her legs were wrapped tight around my waist as I fucked her mercilessly. My orgasm rose up and she felt my dick swell inside of her.

"Shoot your load inside of me," she begged.

A minute later I painted her pussy with my load and she clung to me even after I lowered her feet to the floor. She told me that she had never been fucked like that ever. I wasn't sure how to react or what to say. But things got even more strange when the back door opened. I looked over my shoulder and Tina Kobayashi strolled in. She saw my bare ass and my cock still buried in her mom.

"MOM? What is going on here? Chastity said that you needed help. Oh my god are you guys having sex?"

"Sweetie it's like this," her mom said as I pulled out to face Tina. She looked down at my semi-hard cock and smiled.

"Now I get it," Tina said. "Chastity heard I liked bad boys." Her hands went to her hips as she continued. "She wanted me to catch you guys doing the nasty thinking I would join in. Wow..."

"Um..." I said as Tina crossed the distance and kissed me.

She began stroking my cock slick with a mixture of her mom's pussy juices and cum. I tried to break the kiss when I felt Mrs. Kobayashi's tits press against my back. As Tina stripped down, her mom planted kisses on my neck and shoulder blades. I watched as a nude Tina dropped to her knees and began sucking me off. She licked me clean and then took me down her throat.

"Oh shit," I cried out as her mother purred in my ear.

"Guess who taught her to suck dick? Yep, I did and I do it even better than she does."

"Oh hell, she is deep-throating me," I whimpered.

"You better make her cum or I will be very disappointed."

I didn't disappoint. Once Tina was ready, I bent her over the kitchen table and fucked her and her mother rotten. We eventually moved up to my room and fell asleep snuggled up on my bed. It was dark outside when the door to my room opened and Mom and Chastity stood in the doorway smiling. The Kobayashi's and I became a bit of an item. We kept them from Mr. Kobayashi and Tina's brother Tim one of my best friends. It was strange but I was okay with it.

A few weeks later I was standing by the window that looked out over the backyard. As I moved to get closer to the window my foot bumped into something. I glanced down and saw the familiar shoebox. I smiled as I sat down on the floor and took the box into my lap. I could feel the heat from the sunlight falling on my body from the window. 

I lifted the lid of the shoebox and looked at the long forgotten rock collection. Most of them were common stones from around the city. They were memories solidified in the form of pretty rocks. I picked each of them up and felt the memories come drifting back. There was the black stone with the tiny clear crystals in it I had gotten from the zoo. The polished caramel colored rock I had found by the park not six blocks from the house.

"There you are," Chastity said bringing me back to the present.

"Look what I found," I said as she sat down next to me.

"Ooh, remember this one," she said picking up the bright blue irregular lump of glass.

"That abandoned house over by Jason's house," I said and she nodded. 

Then her hand shot forward as she snatched a stone from the bottom of the box. She handed it to me and we both smiled. It was the prize piece of my collection. I had forgotten about it until now. It was a long six inch piece of crystal that I had dug up in our own backyard years ago. But it wasn't just that I had dug it up on our property it was the queer way it changed color depending on how you held it. It was mostly clear at the moment but when I lifted and turned it this way suddenly it was dark blue. Now it was a shadowy gray and if I twisted it like this a dazzling emerald color.

"Regrets," Chastity said without warning. She was blinking tears from her eyes.

"Yes, it should have been just me," I said indicating the fact that I had shared her with someone. I felt the anger; the frustration and yes the regret well up in me until nothing else remained. "I regret... I wish it had been just me."

It all felt so damn surreal. I looked around the living room as if something was out of whack. Our drinks were sitting on the coffee table and sitting there to bear witness to the following events was the dark green ball on the floor. The other sentinel in the room was the high definition video camera aimed at the floor between the couch. It was recording every last detail of the events as they unfolded. 

"Are you sure you want to do this," Chastity spoke into the camera.

"It's just you and me, what could go wrong?" I said from off camera.

"Get over here mom will be home from the grocery store soon..."



Chastity: A First Experience



This is a new idea, not something I have much experience with, so I am writing from a relatively novice point of view. Constructive feedback would be appreciated.


They had talked long and hard about this particular decision, whether or not it would be a good idea, whether the theory would match the reality and so on. It wasn't an easy decision to make. They had decided on a trial period of a month to see how things would go.

Marcus smiled at his partner nervously, he loved her very much, and was excited by what they were about to attempt. However the crux of the matter was simply that he couldn't or rather soon wouldn't be able to become excited without express permission after this day, for 30 days at the very least, and possibly much much much longer, if things went according to plan.

Jennie smiled back, holding tightly to the piece of plastic that would soon change their lives, and dynamic forever. 

"Are you ready for this then honey?" She asked a nervous smile on her lips.

"Um, well, I guess," he replied nervously.

"You know what you have to do now then don't you?"

He nodded, not able to reply the butterfly's fluttering dangerously in his stomach, as he stripped down to his birthday suit. He stood, thankful for the cool air, keeping his excitement to a dull minimum, as he knew the consequences he'd have had to suffer had it risen to attention.

They both looked at each other nervously, a slight smile gracing Jennies lips as she slipped her warm hand around his manhood, making him jump. He tried to control his thoughts as she slipped the ring around the base behind his balls, the tightness making him groan. Then she slipped the sheath on and locked the whole thing in place, quickly pocketing the key.

The whole thing took less than a minute, which made him all the more aware of his lack of control, making him grumble slightly under his breath.

Jennie simply raised an eyebrow and gave him one of her most evil grins to date, before telling him to get dressed, it wasn't like he was getting any action any time soon. 

Marcus quickly obeyed not sure that he wanted to disappoint her or make her angry knowing that his little man would soon be feeling the consequences of all his actions.

~*~

Several days after the event Marcus was starting to feel the effects of not being able to raise the mast. He was getting very frustrated and his balls were starting to ache. He had never really been aware of the effects the things Jennie did day to day that turned him on. However he had kept himself on her good side, knowing that soon she would milk him, or if he was lucky she would just let him masturbate. 

Of course he was hoping for the latter but then he didn't know for sure what really was expected as this was all new for the both of them. He was sitting watching television, trying hard not to think anything remotely erotic as this would only lead to bad places.

"Marcus, go upstairs and get naked, kneel on the floor and wait for me!" Jennie called the command from the kitchen where she was currently preparing dinner. Marcus sat for a moment longer, nervousness causing his inaction before realising that stalling would likely lead to more problems than it would solve. "Yes Mistress," he replied quickly as he started up the stairs to their bedroom.

In the kitchen Jennie smiled, knowing that he was nervous and knowing also that he had no idea what she had planned or what he was letting himself in for. She gave him 5 minutes to complete what she had asked him to do before preparing herself to go to him.

She had read on the internet of cunning and evil ways to milk a male who'd been in chastity, firstly that it was a good idea, good for overall prostate health, and also could be a wicked and evil experience for the person being milked.

As such, and after much reading, while he'd been distracted with his cock, she'd created an ice cock ring which he would have to wear while being milked, making the process so much less enjoyable for him, but also keeping him healthy and flaccid so that she could quickly lock him up once more. Then her truly evil plans would come to fruition.

Quietly she climbed the stairs, stopping outside the door to hear Marcus muttering to himself, almost like a prayer that she'd let him masturbate or even better have sex. Slowly she opened the door, the item hidden in her hand, and smiled down at him, in all his vulnerability.

"Hello slut," she said, a wicked grin on her lips, "What were you just saying to yourself there my pet?"

"Um," he blushed profusely, "Nothing of importance Mistress. Honestly I just ... was wondering what you are going to do with me Mistress." He dropped his head, his cheeks burning with embarrassment at being caught talking to himself.

"Are you ready to be milked my darling?" She asked her voice all sweetness and light.

"Um," he looked totally despondent, "I guess I am Mistress." 

He looked up with saucer filled eyes as she placed the ice cock ring on the bedside table, followed by opening a drawer and pulling out a prostate massager, and some lube too. His eyes went wide at the sight of these things, gulping convulsively.

"Stand up boy," Jennie said without pre-emption, she was as nervous as he but refused to show it. "Now spread your legs nice and wide."

He did as he was told as quickly as he could, trying to forget what was about to happen. Although they were both into BDSM, he'd never really had anything up his ass, it wasn't something either of them had been inclined to try until now. He hadn't really thought she'd do that but obviously she was about to, and he was more than a little nervous.

She picked up the cock ring and after unlocking his cock quickly slipped it onto him, which made him gasp at the icey coldness on his cock. Even if he had been excited, it was unlikely he'd get hard and he knew it.

"Now slut bend over the end of the bed and put your hands down on the mattress flat and don't move unless I tell you to."

He moved into position, spreading his legs for balance, feeling very vulnerable and on show suddenly, especially when Jennie stepped up close behind him, with the lube and massager in hand. He also noticed that there was a cup on the floor below him, which he hadn't even noticed before.

He jumped when she poured the lube on his virgin ass rubbing slowly pushing her finger inside, stretching him a little, preparing him for what was about to come. Once she felt he'd started to relax she began forcing the massager into his anus, which at first resisted but soon had it snugly inside him. 

She lifted the cup from the floor, holding it under the end of his penis, while she began to use the massager as the instructions had told her to, stimulating his prostate, making him moan and whimper simultaneously.

She kept up the constant stimulation for about 8 minutes before he started to beg her to stop, that it was too intense and he couldn't take it. She simply shushed him telling him that if he wasn't quiet then she'd just gag him, and that anyway this could take up to forty minutes. The tone of her voice warned that if he didn't behave then he would be punished severely.

As it happened it took much less than the 40 minutes advised, only about 25 till he had given his all, the liquid accumulating nicely in the glass. Once it was done, she removed the massager, and the now nearly melted cock ring and replaced his chastity before allowing him to stand up on weak legs.

"Now for my fun," she said sliding onto the bed in front of him.



Chastity & Humiliation



It has been a month ago today that my wife walked into my office and asked for a divorce. She told me that she had hired a private investigator and had an entire portfolio of photographs of my recent indiscretions. If this were to be made public it would be very humiliating for me professionally. 

A quick glance at the separation paper drawn up by her attorney left little doubt that I would be completely ruined financially. Due to the overwhelming evidence of the affairs I was involved in, the split was close to 90% to her and 10% of our assets to me. In affect my business would be hers and I would be working for my x-wife, unless she fired me. I was also to leave the house immediately. Due to Nancy not working outside the home the alimony payments were 60% of my salary before taxes, leaving me again with nothing. 

"Please forgive me for what I have done," I begged. "Is there anything I can do to change your mind about filing for this separation?" I was desperate. "I'll do anything you ask if you will please forgive me," still begging. 

"Dave, there is no way I will ever forget what you have done to me. If I even consider staying with you I will have to be sure of your fidelity. Plus you will have to suffer a far greater measure of humiliation that I have had to endure so far as your wife," she said. 

"Thank you Nancy, I am sure we can work this out," I said. I was willing to agree to anything right now, but her comments made me very uneasy. 

"Not so fast," she replied. "I have not promised to take you back. I merely stated a couple of the conditions I will require of you. I will tell you this. I'll think about it and let you know what my conditions are. And that is if I decide some sort of reconciliation is possible. 

"Yes, of course," I said. "We can do this anyway you want it." 

"We will see," she said. She turned on her heel and walked out without another word. 

I called her everyday and sent her flowers each day for a week. She did not return any of my calls. Finally on Friday I got this letter from her. 

Dave, Your actions have both hurt and humiliated me and I feel that the best reaction to this is an eye for and eye. I also know that if I divorce you, you will be left with nothing. Therefore my conditions for a possible reconciliation are as follows: 

You will be required to wear a chastity devise locked onto your penis seven days a week, twenty-four hours a day. This is to ensure me of your fidelity. I will hold the key to your devise. If you so much as try to tamper with it I will file for divorce at once. You will be released from the devise at my discretion. Any sexual relief you receive will be at my discretion. I will decide if and when you will get relief based on your behavior. All of our combined assets will be placed in my name, as they would be if I were to go through with the divorce. You will be responsible for all the housework, laundry, cleaning, cooking, and shopping for food. Failure in any one of the above tasks will result in a longer period of time until your release from your chastity devise. You will also be subject to spankings or whippings for your shortcomings at my discretion. These whippings will be delivered to your bare ass. The number of strokes will be decided by me and delivered by myself or whomever I deem appropriate. Sex will be very limited for you. I should not be punished because of your infidelity. I will take my pleasure from your lips and tongue. At my request you will drop to your knees and tongue my pussy and/or anus until I am satisfied. If I feel the need for a hard cock I will be free to have affairs with whomever I please. You will remain locked in your chastity devise. Again, I should not be punished because of your infidelity. You will be responsible for the care of my body. You will bathe me, shave my legs, paint my nails, and brush my hair every night. You will tend to me at the toilet, cleaning me after I urinate and after my bowels move. You will use tissue, damp cloth, and powder for this task. I will also reserve the right to amend the conditions of your subservience as I see fit. Make no mistake about your status within our relationship, you will be totally, completely, and utterly subservient to me in all aspects of our relationship from this day forward. Signed ________________ 

These are the conditions that I will require from you. They are not negotiable. You have twenty-four hours to sign this document and return it to me, or I will file for divorce. Do not bother calling or sending flowers. I am not impressed. 

I was furious, it was inconceivable that she would treat me this way. I picked up the phone to call her and tell her to go to hell. I hung up before she answered. I stomped around my small apartment trying to figure out what to do. Finally I went over to our, I mean her house. I rang the doorbell and waited on the front porch. 

She opened the door, leaving the storm door locked between us, "Oh, good, you have the signed document." 

"Well, no, I want to talk to you about it." 

"There is nothing to discuss. I thought I made that quite clear in my letter." She slammed the door in my face. 

I rang the bell again and waited for over two minutes before she opened the door again. "What is it," she asked. 

"Please, can't we talk about this," I found myself begging again. 

"Go to the back door. Take off all your clothes. Wad them up and put them through the pet door. Then get on your knees and ring the bell once. Wait on your knees until I let you in." Again the door was shut in my face. 

My temper got the best of me. I stomped back to my car and left. This was unbelievable. There was snow on the ground and it was twenty-eight degrees out. How could she expect me to strip and wait naked on the back step to be let into my own house? After riding for about thirty minutes I pulled back into the drive. I had no choice but to do it, and then try to talk some since into her. 

I did as she asked and waited this time for over five minutes naked and kneeling. It was freezing cold and finally I could wait no longer. I put my hand through the pet door to get my clothes. They were gone. As I was feeling around for them my hand hit a mousetrap, it snapped shut on my frozen fingers. I screamed in pain. It took me several minutes to get it off my hands were so numb. I crept around the house and peeked around the corner, planning to try to get to my car and leave, but the car was gone. My wife still had keys to my car. She must have pulled it into the garage while I was behind the house, naked and on my knees. I had really gotten myself into a fix now. I had no choice but to go to the back door and kneel again. The wait seemed to take forever. I lowered my head to the pet door and pushed it open. It is not large enough for me to get through, so I held the door open and begged my wife to please let me in. I was in tears when she did open the door. I was so cold I could not stand. She pulled me forward by my hair so that I was on my hands and knees and walked out behind me. She kicked my ass and ordered me to crawl into the kitchen. She was kicking my ass repeatedly when I entered to see her best friend Lisa sitting in the breakfast nook giggling at me. I was so stiff that I could hardly move. The two women easily overpowered me and pushed me down onto my belly. They cuffed my hands behind my back, and then tied my ankles together with an old pair of pantyhose. 

The two beautiful women now had me naked and helpless. My wife kicked my ass again, ordering me to move myself into the den. In my condition crawling was difficult and she kicked me several times as I made my way. 

After entering the den Lisa wrapped my belt around my neck and fed the end through the buckle. She pulled it tight, effectively leashing me. Nancy stood facing away from me and Lisa handed her the end of my belt after feeding it in-between her legs. Then Lisa lifted my wife's skirt, revealing her naked ass. Nancy pulled on the belt, drawing my face directly into her ass crack. She ordered me to lick and kiss her ass. I refused to kiss it, but my nose was pulled up between her cheeks. 

Lisa produced a riding crop and started to whip my ass and the backs of my legs. "You heard her damn it, lick her asshole now!" she ordered. 

I couldn't stand the pain on my already aching body and I began to tongue my wife's asshole. She leaned forward giving me complete access to her ass and pulled hard on the belt, forcing my face and tongue deep into her anal canal. Lisa was still beating my ass and back when she noticed that my cock was at full erection. She laughed as she told Nancy, " His cock is hard, looks like her enjoys licking your ass while I beat him." 

Nancy looked between her legs and laughed as well. "Is it true Dave, do you like the taste of my ass so much that it makes you hard." She pulled my face into her ass hard and moaned as she came. Then the women changed places and I was forced to lick Lisa's ass while my wife whipped me. After both women had reached orgasm they stood over me talking about what they would do next as if I weren't there. 

"The devise just arrived today, I am going to put it on him now," Nancy said. 

"Not with his cock in this condition," Lisa added. She pointed to my hard-on. It was so hard it was almost hurting. 

"I don't think we should let him have an orgasm, do you?" Nancy asked. 

"Please let me cum Nancy. I'll do anything if you please let me cum," I begged. 

"No way, let's get some ice and put on it. That will make it go flaccid, I'm sure of it," Nancy answered. 

Lisa got the ice while Nancy got the chastity devise. Lisa put the bag of ice on my swollen member and held it there while my erection started to fade. 

"Please Nancy, don't do this to me. I beg you. I'll do anything if you please reconsider this." 

"I am sure you will do anything I say dear, and this will only make your decision to obey me easer for you," she answered. She put the devise on me as she talked. 

"But I didn't sign your contract Nancy, this isn't right," I said. 

"This will help you in making the decision to sign it, but sign it or not, you will stay locked in this devise until I decide to let you out," she smiled. She clicked the lock in place. "Before you leave there is one more item I have bought for you that I want to try." 

"Can I have a turn too?" Lisa asked. 

"Sure, I don't mind, and I'm sure Dave wont object. Don't run off now, we will be right back." The ladies were giggling like schoolgirls as they walked into the bedroom. Bound as I was I could hardly move. 

Several minutes later they came back into the den. Lisa walked in wearing only panties, bra, and heels. My cock started to stiffen inside the chastity tube, but when it reached the end of my chastity tube the pain caused it to subside again. Then my wife entered, dressed the same but with a huge dildo strapped to her slim waist. It was nine to ten inches long and twice as thick as my own cock. 

Lisa helped me to my knees. 

"I think it would be nice if you suck this first, then we are going to fuck you in the ass," Nancy said. 

"I won't do it," I said. I was more afraid that angry, these two women had broken my sprit in one short afternoon. 

"How long do you think you can go without an orgasm Dave?" Nancy asked. "If you don't please me and obey me it will be along time before your chastity devise comes off, and you can't even get a hard-on while wearing it. You have already been told what will happen if you try to free yourself. This is the last warning you get. Next time you displease me or disobey me it will be a month before I even consider letting you out. I will gladly add a week for every time you disobey after that." She stepped up and stood before me with her hands on her hips. "Now open your mouth." 

She certainly had a way of explaining my situation to me so that I fully understood exactly where I stand. My anger tried to surface in spite of my broken ego, but the thought of going a month in this evil devise ruled my mind. Without thinking my mouth dropped open. Nancy smiled as she inserted the fat head of her phallus into my mouth. She took hold of my ears and started to fuck my mouth, all the while smiling down at me. "Good boy," she said. Then there was a flash of light. Lisa was taking pictures! My wife grabbed a handful of my hair and tilted my head back. Nancy continued to push the dildo deeper until the head of her phallus pushed into the back of my throat and slid downward. I started to gag, but as it slipped past the entrance to my throat the gag reflex subsided. She continued to push it inward until her panties touched my nose. The camera flashed again and again. Tears were running down my face and the humiliation was so intense that I could hardly stand it. Worse than that was the fact that my cock had swelled to the end of my tube again. The pain was intense, but the swelling would not go down. Lisa noticed it first again and laughed as she pointed it out to my wife. Nancy then proceeded to fuck my mouth with quick undulations of her hips. 

Nancy slowly pulled the dildo from my mouth as Lisa took pictures of its resurgence, inch by inch. Then they laid me face down over the arm of the sofa. Nancy started working the fat head of her phallus up my virgin ass. Lisa took a few more pictures and then removed her panties. She lay down on the sofa and positioned her cunt at my mouth. "Suck my pussy, and make it good because I'll be fucking you next. 

My tongue entered her cunt as my wife fucked my ass, each stroke pushing my tongue in and out and all around Lisa's cunt. By the time it was over I had licked her from her pubic hair to her asshole. My face was covered in her cream and my poor cock was throbbing. Again the ladies traded places and I ate my wife's cunt while Lisa raped my sore ass. My resistance was totally broken by the two women at this time. When they finished with me they made me crawl through the house to the garage while they took turns whipping my legs, ass, and back. They put me into the back seat of my car still naked with the exception of the chastity devise and my bonds. Nancy backed the car out of the garage and parked it in the drive again. The last thing she did was to remove my handcuffs. The women went back into the house. I untied my feet and looked around to be sure no one was looking, then crawled over the seat and drove toward my apartment. 

My mind was reeling as I drove. I could not believe what had just happened to me. The worst of it was that I realized that I had on some level enjoyed the treatment and humiliation I had taken from my wife and her friend. 

The next day I called my wife and asked her if I could bring the signed contract over. 

"I have plans tonight. I want be able to see you until I get home. Be here at 11 PM sharp. Don't be late. Be at the back door naked and on your knees. Ring the bell once and wait." She hung up the phone without waiting for a response. 

It had warmed up a little. It was only 38 degrees when I got out of my car. I went to the back door and stripped naked, then shoved my clothes through the pet door followed by the signed contract my wife had asked for. I rang the bell and got on my knees. I was freezing again when I heard her car pull into the drive. Anger welled up in me again. I had been waiting naked in the cold and she wasn't even home. A couple of minutes later she opened the door and ordered me to crawl inside. 

She pushed me back on my ass and tilted my head back, and then she stepped over my face and lifted her skirt. She wasn't wearing panties. She placed her pussy on my lips with the command, "Open your mouth." She pulled my face into her cunt and let it's contents drain into my mouth. "Lick me darling," she ordered. I knew I was eating the sperm of another man out of her cunt. My anger surged but it was completely overridden by my submission to her. I could neither understand it nor stop it. I eagerly licked her slit until it was clean. My face became slick with the cream from her pussy. 

She turned her back to me, "Do the same for my asshole dear." As I put my lips to her ass she farted and a large glob of sperm shot out of her asshole into my mouth. There was also the better taste of feces mixed with this mouthful. "Swallow it and then lick my asshole clean darling." I was so overwhelmed with humiliation and submission that I couldn't stop myself. I French kissed her ass like it was my first girlfriend. By the time I finished my cock was throbbing against the end of my chastity tube. 

She turned back to me when I had finished cleaning her anus. "Do you need something to drink dear?" she asked. 

"Yes, please," I said. 

She placed her cunt to my lips again, "Well, open your mouth." Just as I did she pissed down my throat. I drank as fast as I could, but still my face, chest, and belly were covered in her piss. As I licked her cunt clean I begged her to keep me as her slave forever. "That is what I intend to do," she said. 



Chastity and Ice



Those of you who have not experienced forced chastity out there, listen to this. Imagine that you are locked into a steel chastity tube, the inside dimensions roughly the same as your flaccid state. You become aroused; your penis tries to respond; blood pumps in; the penis fills the space instantly, but it is only a shadow of the size of what it would be, had it been free of the steel that binds it. Oh, it is hard, but it cannot grow, the engorging blood is repulsed and it cannot become erect, and it may not and can not ejaculate. Imagine that torture and now I will tell you my story.

My wife Jade is a playful and firm young woman, imaginative in all things sexual. She was sitting on my lap facing me. We had just finished a wild and fulfilling sexual experience and my hands were still cuffed behind the chair. My juices were running out of her onto my thigh and I was becoming distinctly uncomfortable. I was gagged and could not complain, at least not verbally, although guttural whimpers escaped me. 

"Not so fast my little stallion," she said, brushing my hair back from my sweat-stained face. Her leather corset squeaked in a leather way as she rocked on my thighs.

"Remember those measurements I made of your privates about three months ago?"

She did not wait for an answer, nor could I have given one. "The device has arrived and now it's time to try it on." I had no idea what she was talking about and implied this with my furrowed brow.

Jade flicked her long fingernails across my nipples and I started to get hard again. I was never able to resist her; her passion and domination are overpowering, a drug as powerful as coke, as sweet and smooth as Chardonnay. She noticed my penis twitching weakly and laughed. "That's what I'm waiting for," she said, and threw her head back slightly, laughing, as her hair cascaded backwards over her shoulders.

"I am going to lock a very, very uncomfortable and heavy steel collar on you now my dear, just to ensure that you do my bidding. Do you understand?"

I nodded, as I had no other alternative.

She left me then and walked from the room. The breeze of her exit fanned my wet thighs and I felt a brief shiver, partly from the cold, partly from the anticipation of something exciting and unknown. I watched her exit, her perfect body encased in the electrifying corset, the stiletto boots thudding on the bedroom carpet, then clacking on the slate of the hallway. I could not move as my legs were also cuffed to the chair legs, nor did I want to move. I had never been disappointed in one of her imaginings. Nonetheless this seemed a bit off; a heavy uncomfortable steel collar? To ensure her bidding? However, it was not fightable, so I waited.

Her arms were full with two boxes on her return, one of which she put on the bed, the other on my lap. It was heavy, very heavy; I estimated it at about two pounds.

"It's three pounds," she said as she removed what looked like a cast iron collar about four inches high from top to bottom, hinged at one side and a large padlock hanging from the clasp at the open end. She opened the collar and I choked in fright, as I began to struggle and attempt to say no. It was lined with spikes, not sharp ones mind you, but spikes nonetheless, and the bottom of the collar, the part that rested on the top of the shoulders, was similarly spiked.

She smiled. "Lift up your head my dear." It was the way she said it, so playful, and yet so firm and confident that I did not have anything alternative to do. She waited. And I complied.

First sensation, cold, very cold. Second, the loud clang as it shut at the front. Third, the prodding of the spikes as the fourth sensation hit my brain like a thunderbolt, the lock clicking shut. She let it go then and I felt the full weight of it hit my shoulders and I groaned through the gag.

"I'm going to hide the key to the collar my dear, and then I'm going to release you from the chair. Comfy collar isn't it? I tried it on earlier today. I still have red spots on my neck. See?" And she pushed her hair back to reveal what I had already seen but had not brought to her attention as I thought they had been zits of some sort and I did not want to spoil the mood earlier.

When she returned she did as she said. I was free of everything but the awful collar.

"Jesus Jade, this collar is horrible. What's all this about? You must have something pretty serious up your sleeve."

"Close your eyes," she said. I heard her opening the box on the bed, the swish of tissue paper and a faint but distinct clinking sound. "Now open them."

She had in her hand a stainless steel tube shockingly similar in dimensions to a penis and for a moment I thought that she was going to make me bend over and take a steel dildo in the rear, but then I noticed another steel ring at the end of it about two inches in diameter. The tube was locked to it with a silver padlock.

"What the hell is that?" I said as I reached out for it. This device was also cold and heavy.

"It's your chastity belt," she said matter of fact. You are going to put it on and lock it. After it is locked on, I will unlock the collar."

"Really? Are you serious? Where's the key?"

"Oh, that's hidden away. Don't worry, I know where it is. Lock it on lover-boy, and the collar comes off. I'll be in the kitchen with a nice glass of wine. When you are done, come see me." She left, still in her corset and heels, and I stared after her in disbelief.

Twenty minutes later when I figured out how the chastity device came apart and how to put it on, the pain from the collar was becoming intolerable. I made the decision that this had to be a simple mind game she was playing. Five minutes later I clicked the lock shut and stared at my predicament. The chastity device was also spiked in appropriate places to prevent removal and discourage engorgement of the penis. Removal of the device was impossible as the ring encircled both the penis and the testicles. I lifted the lock at the top and let it drop, hearing the clink sound and feeling the weight of the device as it dropped. The collar was killing me so I pulled on some boxer shorts and padded out to the kitchen.

"Jade, this collar is too much. Jesus, get this freaking thing off me!" I twisted my head in an attempt to be comfortable, "Ow, Ow...ow! Shit!"

Jade smiled and said nothing, simply approaching me and feeling the chastity device, checking the lock. Satisfied, she smiled again.

As I strained to find a comfort spot within the collar, she paced back and forth in front of me very slowly and said, "From now on I am going to control when, where, and how we have sex. You will no longer be able to initiate sex, you will no longer be able to masturbate, you will no longer be able to fool around..." she looked at me sharply. I looked down at the floor. 

"Look, I told you she meant nothing to me. It was the circumstance, that's all."

Jade ignored me and said, "and best of all, you won't even be able to become erect unless I say so."

"Jade are you fucking serious? This is a joke right?" I attempted to lift the collar off my aching and pinched neck and shoulders.

"We need to go outside. Get dressed," she said, a statement seemingly out of context.

"What? Why? What about this collar?" I said in exasperation.

"Just do it. You're in no position for rebellion." She strode into the bedroom with me following rather obediently.

"Where are we going? Could you unlock this God damn collar?"

"Just into the back yard. Just wear what you had on before." The collar issue was on "ignore".

I had spent the early afternoon digging a hole in the backyard before freeze-up for the planting of a large spruce tree. The hole was deep, about three feet, and I had fought through hard clay and embedded rocks to get it that deep. My clothes had suffered sweat and dirt to achieve the desired result, so I said, "Those clothes are kind of dirty."

"Jesus," she said, "just put something on okay?"

"All right, all right. Whatever..." I chose not to argue.

Jade left her corset and hose on while she removed her boots and put slacks and a sweater on to go out with me. It was late October and still warm in Calgary. Some golf courses were open, but not for long. Like most autumns in Calgary, they ended abruptly. This year was no exception, as a severe cold front was to come through that night, with temperatures plummeting to minus 20 Celsius. The long, six month winter would begin with a bang.

We went down the stairs to the walk-out basement and, before I opened the door to the back yard, Jade said, "Put your hands behind your back."

"What? Are you going to cuff me again? What's going on?" But I did what she said.

In bondage again, I followed her outside and she led me to the hole that I had dug. I wondered abstractly if she was going to bury me alive or something, but when we got to the edge of the hole she threw in a small metal box about the size of a pack of cards.

Before I could ask, she said, "This is a short term time capsule. I'm planting it in hopes the contents will yield desirable results in the future. You were never digging a hole for the tree."

"I see. No I don't see, actually," I said, "What's in the box?"

"You'll find out in due time."

Over the next twenty minutes I watched her fill in the hole in a rather strange way. Five buckets of sand were dumped in followed with a full saturation of water, then layers of the clay and rocks which I had painstakingly removed earlier, followed by another saturation. The box was underneath about thirty inches of water-saturated sediment now. The last six inches was filled with more sand mixed with white quartz rock fragments. The hole was then filled with water to overflowing.

As if I cared, she said, "The quartz is to reflect the sun, so it thaws late. This is going to be an impermeable and un-diggable pit by morning; it will be frozen solid."

I looked at her and said, "Have you flipped out or something?" With my foot I nudged the quagmire in front of me which used to be a hole, "Why the hell have you brought me out here to watch you spend twenty minutes filling a hole. In a very odd way, I might add. And why am I cuffed for this?"

Jade smiled and said, "You're going to remain cuffed until tomorrow evening. I'll remove the collar when we go in. The unique burial of the box is so that it cannot be dug out before spring."

Puzzled, I asked, "So why is that so important?"

"Oh, no big reason. Well, maybe one. The key to your chastity device is in the box."

There was a nanosecond of silence while I absorbed this, "You're kidding right? You're just pulling one of your "mind-fuck" routines, right?"

She just smiled and walked into the house. I looked at the filled hole wistfully, trying to figure out how I could dig the box out right now. One cannot dig a hole with his hands cuffed behind his back. She had thought of everything. I followed her inside.

"Why the hell would you do that? That could be frozen for six months!"

"Yeah, cool huh?"

"No, it is NOT cool. I've never gone more than a week without an orgasm; how the hell can I go six months?"

"Easy," she said, "You can, because you have to. There is no alternative."

I tried a different tack, "Jade, please, this is a bit much. You know I like your dominance and the bondage and all, but that's because I get an orgasm associated with it. This is different."

"Yes, it is different isn't it? For the next six months, you're only going to be able to service my needs. All your efforts will be for my pleasure. Your pleasure will be that I get mine."

I got angry then. "No, that's NOT the way it's going to work. Why would you even think that? All this means is that NEITHER of us gets satisfied, so stop this bullshit! Listen to me! Give me a shovel before it's too late." I looked to the west nervously to see the approaching black cold front. I estimated its arrival on time as the weatherman promised.

She got steely eyed then and said, "No, now YOU listen to ME. For the next six months, you will listen to me. The difference between you and me now is that I can get satisfied any time I want. You can't. Closeness and intimacy are all you will have, and believe me you will cherish that. Orgasm will become a desire but not a necessity. You are orgasm driven, and that's about to change."

I looked at her, stunned. We were back in the bedroom, and for some reason she had stripped back to her dominatrix outfit, having even put her boots back on. Then it dawned on me; she was enjoying this dominance. Immensely.

"Take your clothes off," she said.

I smiled then, as I now knew this was all just an elaborate prelude to more sex. I did as I was told as much as possible with cuffed hands, and waited for instructions while she unbuttoned and removed my shirt. When she had finally unlocked and removed the "colarus horribilus", she seemed to bask in triumph.

"What are you waiting for? Oral sex please," she demanded, as she lay down on the bed with her legs dangling over the edge.

I had never been more aroused in my life, as I kneeled down in front of her and brought her to several mind-blowing orgasms. When sated, she grasped my head and placed it on her corseted belly. I waited. I wanted her so badly. Finally I whispered, "Where is the key then?"

No response. She was asleep.

The night was long. The wind howled and I fidgeted, trying to find physical comfort in this state of cuffed bondage. However, the psychological discomfort was far more severe. Hard ice and snow pellets plinked off the window, and the house creaked and cracked as the cold front moved in. Twice I got up to check the temperature. At 1:00 it was minus twelve already. By 4:00 it was minus twenty-two with a wind chill factor of probably minus thirty-five.

Jade was blissfully unaware, asleep like an innocent angel. She had to be kidding, I thought. She just had to be.

I woke up at 11:00. My hands were numb, so I struggled to get up to allow circulation to return. It was Saturday, and Jade was up and about, checking her business emails. I smelled coffee.

I pulled on some sweat pants and searched her out and she greeted me as if everything was normal. She got up, kissed me, and asked if I wanted some coffee with a straw, as I seemed to be "tied up" at the moment. I laughed and said yes.

It was not a day to go outside. The wind screamed through the rafters while the temperature bottomed out at minus twenty-nine, minus forty with the wind chill. We stayed in; she fed me like a baby and we laughed and cuddled. I never let on that I now knew she had been kidding. It was fun, and I knew that rewarding sex would again follow this evening, if only she would uncuff me.

At 5:00 Jade got bundled up and went outside. She said that she would be right back, so I thought she had to go to the corner store or something. Instead, she was back in five minutes. She smiled and said, "It's done." And she unlocked the cuffs.

"What do you mean, "It's done."?" I asked, not really wanting to hear the answer.

"Frozen solid," she said, "For six months. Go check for yourself."

"Look, come on, I know this game. I get it, okay?" I said. But I went out to check anyway. The filled hole was no longer a quagmire, but a solid brick of ice, soil, sand, clay, and rock. The shovel was still there so I tried to dig. It clanged off the white quartz rocks embedded in the ice/sand mixture on the top of the hole. I began to have doubts. I turned around and looked back at the door. Jade was standing there. No smile on her face. Shit.

Five weeks passed. November was turning into December now, and I realized this was no joke. I had not been released from my chastity device. It weighed heavily between my legs. Strangely, something changed within me. Jade had been right. I did want to please her. It did please me. I knew our sexual encounters could not end with my orgasm, but there was an odd intimacy and comfort in knowing that caressing Jade and loving her like I had never loved her before, that created a peace within me.

Oh yes, there were times when I pleaded with futility that she unlock me, but she just laughed and responded that she could not even if she wanted to, and to wait for spring. And there were times when I got angry with her for this horrible bondage, for that was what it was. True, my hands were not tied, but my penis was inaccessible. There was no sexual relief.

Jade always responded to my anger in the same way. "Careful my dear. There's a price to pay for your anger with me. I keep notes."

I would seethe and shut up.

January arrived with the new year; February passed sunny and cold. The ground-hog saw his shadow, but I was numb to the forced chastity now, because Jade was happy like I had never seen her before. Sexual encounters were more common than before and I achieved a sense of peace from them.

March arrived and I started to watch the weather. There were days when the top of the hole was wet and slushy, but a tap with a hammer or shovel always yielded the same result. April arrived and the white rocks on the top of the hole were serving their purpose well. While the rest of the yard was beginning to green, the hole remained frozen, but each day the slush got a bit deeper, changing to water. Finally, I knew it was time. 

April the tenth. With Jade watching, I carefully excavated the remaining sediment from the hole. The last shovelful was still ice but the metal case was jutting out of the side. I looked at Jade and smiled, like a psychopathic idiot. She looked on impassively.

After chipping away the ice I opened the box. It was empty. My heart thumped wildly and I looked back toward Jade. She had left.

I raced upstairs with the empty box and waved it in front of her face, "What the fuck? What the hell is this? What the fuck is this? You had the key all along. Jesus. Okay, go get the key and unlock me now."

Jade just looked at me levelly and said, "For that outburst, it's another week added to what you already registered through the winter. Let me see," and she checked her little notebook, "the total is six weeks. You have a chance to get unlocked in six weeks."

I wanted to scream at her, but I remained silent. I saw where this was going.

Then she stared at me and said some words I had heard before, "I told you. From now on I am going to control when, where, and how we have sex. You will no longer be able to initiate sex; you will no longer be able to masturbate; you will no longer be able to fool around..." I looked down at the floor. 

She continued, "If you don't play by my rules you will never become erect again."

I was checkmated. I silently turned away and went to the bathroom for some privacy. As I sat down to urinate, I realized that this sitting position was now permanent. I looked at the steel device and wondered how long it had been since I had even seen my penis, let alone touch it. For some reason I was aroused and the organ tried to respond. The hardness was there, but there was nowhere to go. I realized then that I could not allow myself to think about this any more; it would drive me insane. I dabbed myself off with a tissue, like a woman, and came back to Jade.

"I love you Jade," I said. And I embraced her.

She said, "I love you too. Five more weeks." And she smiled.

"You said si...oh, I see," I said.