Chastity Wellington was sitting in the bath-tub, playing with her pussy. The pretty teen-ager liked to play with herself a lot. She usually gave herself a hand-job first thing in the morning and she often finger-fucked herself to sleep at night, but her favorite time and place for it was in the bath. It always made her randy to work soapy lather into her tits and thighs. It looked a lot like cum, she thought, although she was not really an expert on the subject, being a virgin. She had jacked a couple boys off but it had been in the dark, so she couldn't really see what their cum looked like-although it sure felt nice on her hand-and she was looking forward to her first cuntful of hot cum, and her first mouthful, as well.
Chastity was a very horny little girl.
She was sexy, as well. She had long blonde hair and big blue eyes and a wide, sensual mouth. Her tits were plump, firm and thrusting, her legs were long and sleek and her ass was shaped like a teardrop. Her cunt was bushy and juicy. Her pussy was especially juicy when she was playing with it, but it was sort of juicy all the time. She had stiff nipples and a clit like a stick of dynamite.
She bathed a lot.
Now she was nicely lathered up and she had one hand dipped below the surface of the soapy water, just starting to finger her clit and enjoying the preliminary sensations of self-gratification. She had known she would wind up finger-fucking herself and so she had brought a hand mirror to the bathtub with her. She was holding the mirror in her other hand, tilted so that she could see her cunt in the glass. She liked to see how her pussy reacted to her caress, the pink cunt lips slowly unfurling, the crack opening into a slot and that slot filling up with cunt juice. She loved the way her clit stiffened, too, as if emulating her nipples. She smiled happily and her lips began to tremble a bit. Her eyes narrowed. But she was in no hurry to come to a climax. She liked to make a hand-job last a long time, enjoying it to the fullest before she worked off the creamy conclusion.
She ran her middle finger up her parted pussy gash and flicked it gently across her clit. She stroked her cunt lips and then tilted her wrist and pushed two fingers up her hot pussy.
If mere fingers felt that good inside her cunt, she could just imagine how lovely a hard prick must feel!
She squirmed against her hand.
Then, feeling really naughty, she brought her hand up from her pussy and began to lick her fingers.
Cunt juice tasted awfully nice, she thought.
She imagined that jism must taste even better, but pussy juice was delicious. She might like to suck a cunt, sometime, just to see what it was like. Maybe she would, when the time and the place were right-and the other girl was horny and pretty and wanted it. Chastity wasn't a lesbian, nor was she worried that she might turn into one. She had a nice, healthy attitude towards sex and figured there was nothing at all wrong with tonguing a cunt, especially if the other girl wasn't a lesbian, either, and returned the favor in the same way. She was really getting hot at the thought!
She pushed two fingers into her mouth and sucked on them as if they were a cock, watching herself in the mirror as she did so.
She wanted to suck a prick pretty soon.
Now she dipped her hand back to her pussy and started stroking with a steady rhythm, feeling the thrill build.
The looking glass slipped out of position in her soapy hand.
The angle changed.
Chastity gave a little startled gasp.
She was looking at her father's face reflected in the mirror as he peered in through the partly open door!
Chastity blushed deeply, mortified at having been caught giving herself a hand-job.
How long had he been there?
Had he seen her sucking on her fingers?
But then the girl realized that the look on her father's face was not one of condemnation nor even of surprise.
It was a look of excitement.
He was enjoying watching her finger-fuck her cunt! He hadn't just stumbled on her in the act by accident, he was actually spying on her. The girl's embarrassment ebbed away when she realized that. Had he spied on her before? He had certainly seen her naked often enough. She had never thought much of it before, but now she remembered how often the man seemed to have to use the bathroom when she was in the tub, and how he sometimes came into her bedroom without knocking when she was getting dressed.
The thought excited the teenager greatly. She loved to think that she was making her daddy horny.
And he had exposed himself to her, as well. She remembered a few days before, when she'd been in the bathtub and he had come in, excusing himself, to take a piss. His cock had been thick and long and he had stood there for quite a while before he began to piss, and she had eyed his prick covertly and wondered why his cock seemed to be almost hard. Now she knew why-and it thrilled her to no end.
So Daddy wants to watch me finger-fuck myself, eh?
Well, she would just give him something to see!
Pretending that she had not seen her father in the mirror, the girl began to work on her cunt again. Her ass and hips churned about and she closed her eyes and began to whimper and moan. Although she wasn't looking at him, she could feel his eyes on her, like lasers burning into her soft, naked flesh.
She began using both hands on her pussy now.
She finger-fucked herself with one hand and rubbed her tingling clit with the other.
"Ummm," she purred.
Her pussy melted.
Ribbons of cunt juice trailed from her cunt, spreading out in the water, as the thrill lanced across her belly and darted like an electric current up her thighs.
She kept working away until she had milked off every spasm of her passion and every drop of her juicy climax. Then she settled back, eyes fluttering, panting softly.
When she sneaked another look at the doorway, her father was no longer there.
Had he gone to jerk off now? She hoped so.
She positively loved the thought of her father jerking his cock meat as he thought about her. She sure would love to watch him jack off! Where did he go to beat his meat, anyhow? He had spied on her, and it was only fair that she got a look, herself.
But then she heard him speak to her mother downstairs.
It was a bit disappointing that he hadn't gone somewhere to give himself a hand-job but she could still imagine that he had, or that he would soon, and the thought was so inspirational that the girl began to get hot all over again.
She smiled happily and started to finger-fuck herself a second time, wishing that her daddy would come back and watch as she did it again. She splashed around, making more noise than necessary in the hope that he would hear and realize what she was doing and return for another good look. She kept glancing at the door.
But he didn't appear again.
Then another thrill began to shake her and, her whole nubile body vibrating, Chastity creamed again.
She would have enjoyed it even more, had she known that her father, hot with lust, was about to fuck her mother, while he thought about his sexy daughter...
CHAPTER TWO
When John Wellington looked in through the partially open bathroom door, he had been hoping for no more than a quick glimpse of his sexy young daughter's body, as he'd often managed to see it, as if by accident, in the past.
Finding the girl giving herself an enthusiastic hand-job had been more than John had hoped for-and the sight had left him hard, hot and horny. He'd waited and watched until Chastity creamed, finding the sight tremendously stimulating. Then he went downstairs to find his wife and do something about his hard-on.
Normally, they did not fuck when Chastity was home.
Virginia Wellington was a noisy fuck, unable to restrain her cries of passion as the thrill built up and so they usually waited until they had the house to themselves before they fucked. But at the moment, John was far too horny to wait. He had to get his thundering prick buried and emptied before he suffered a blow-out.
He went into the kitchen.
Virginia was standing at the sink, her back to him.
She looked a great deal like her daughter, with the same golden hair and supple body. John felt a twinge of guilt, knowing that he was going to be thinking about Chastity while he fucked Virginia. But it wasn't deep guilt. It was not as if he would ever actually do anything incestuous. It was just harmless fantasy.
Harmless-but very erotic.
As he moved across the room toward her, Virginia glanced back over her shoulder, and when she saw the huge cock-bulge in the front of his trousers she grinned with delight.
John opened his fly.
His prick jumped out like a charging bull, hard as iron, a long, thick rod of cock meat with a bloated purple tip. The cock knob was glistening and some creamy drops of pre-cum had seeped from the cleft, leaving the throbbing prick frothy at the tip.
"Oh!" Virginia gasped.
But then she frowned.
"We'd better wait until Chastity goes out, John," she said, obviously not keen on the idea but figuring that it was better, knowing that she tended to get carried away in the throes of passion.
"She's in the bathroom," he said. "She's splashing around in the tub. If we fuck down here, she won't hear us."
"In the kitchen?" said Virginia, surprised but not reluctant.
They had been married for seventeen years and it was always nice to bring some variety into their sex life. And, at the moment, his prick looked absolutely divine.
Why has he suddenly become so urgently horny? she wondered.
It didn't dawn on her that he might have been playing voyeur with their daughter.
"Why not?" John said, moving closer.
His big cock was aimed at her like a cannon.
Virginia was wearing a light cotton dress that outlined her curvaceous body. John stepped up behind her and put his hands on the cheeks of her taut ass. His cock rubbed against her and she sighed and began to move her hips, grinding back against him. She knew that he would be smearing cum on her dress, but it didn't matter. They worked together for a moment, dry-humping. She began to pant and moan. He reached around and cupped her fat tits, feeling the nipples stiffen against his palms. Her cunt began to simmer and pussy juice ran down her thighs.
"Oh! Fuck me," she gasped.
She raised the hem of her dress above her waist. Her loins were encased in sheer bikini panties, the slender triangle of cloth drawn tightly across her hips and over her firm ass, so that her crotch seemed to have been loaded into a slingshot.
John tugged her panties down.
He dipped his knees and lowered himself so that he could run his cock into her crotch from behind, as she stood at the sink. He was too hot for preliminary loveplay and the very sight of his pounding hard-on had made Virginia equally hot. And she always enjoyed a lightening-fast fuck at an unexpected moment as a pleasant change from their usual long, leisurely fucking in the bedroom. She couldn't recall ever having been fucked in the kitchen before, and the novelty added to the excitement.
His cock was levered across her groin, not angled up into her fuck hole yet, but lying horizontally between her legs. If felt like a parallel bar on which she was going to exercise. Looking down, she could see the head of his prick sticking out from under her hairy pussy, just as if she had a cock of her very own.
She reached down and fingered his cock head.
His hands slid up under her dress and massaged her tits.
Her taut ass churned against him.
Then he dipped lower and his prick rose up like a mortar adjusting to the proper range for her juicy target. The fat cock knob slipped into her pussy slot and her cunt lips began to suck on it. He worked the prick head around in her creamy gash for a moment before he pushed up her fuck hole, and she gurgled with joy and ground her pelvis around against him. Her clit was starting to spark with the electric current of her fuck-lust and the juices from her cunt poured down his cock stalk.
John groaned with sensation and slowly fucked the full length of his prick up into her cunt, his bloated balls jamming into her crotch and his belly tight against her ass.
He held the full penetration while Virginia rotated her hips, twisting her cunt around on his fat prick like a nut on a bolt. Her fuck hole was dragging and clamping over his cock meat like a soft velvet vise. She began to pump first, rising onto her toes so that his cock was retracted, only the head remaining in her pussy, then settling back onto the long prick rod. A moment later he took up the tempo, matching her movements, fucking into her pussy from behind as she went up and down. His hands came down from her tits and gripped her by the hipbones, as if they were handles. He started fucking furiously then, his fat cock hissing in and out of her cunt.
Virginia began to cry out loud.
Her head came back to rest on his shoulder, her face contorted by lust. She reached down between her legs and cupped his cum-filled balls, squeezing gently, as if she wanted to pump the jism out of them. She began to finger her hot clit with her other hand, just to make sure that she joined him when he came.
Cunt juice sprayed from her pussy as his big cock fucked in, stuffing her to the brim with bloated prick meat. The cunt cream poured down her legs and soaked his balls.
"Come," she moaned. "Come in my cunt-pour all that thick, hot jism up me, darling!"
She was shouting loudly.
But neither of them, at the moment of their intense fuck-lust, gave a thought to being over-heard.
Her pussy started to melt.
John groaned and slammed in, burying his prick to the balls as his climax reached the crest. His balls exploded and the thick cum rushed up his cock rod and squirted into her cunt in a foaming geyser. His ass corkscrewed, driving in time and again, and each time he poured the cock meat to her he shot another steaming load of cum up her pussy.
It seemed that he would never stop coming.
He was pouring his jism into her pussy in torrents and she was matching him with an equal flow as her cunt creamed.
Then as last his balls were emptied.
His fuck-thrusts slowed, then halted.
Virginia continued to grind her hips around and move her groin up and down for a moment, as she worked off the final spasms of her passion and the last drops of her fuck juice. Then they were both still, her head back on his shoulder and a satisfied smile on her face. His prick was still buried up her cunt and, despite his enormous ejaculation, the fat fuck tool was still hard and swollen.
Again, she wondered what on earth had made him so horny.
But she didn't give a damn, as long as she was the one to benefit from it.
When he finally pulled his prick out of her cunt, cum and cunt juice flooded from her vacated pussy hole and she had to hold on the rim of the sink to support herself, for her legs were weak.
His prick bobbed up and down like a horizontal pendulum, as if unable to decide whether it should soften now, or rise back into a brand new rampant hard-on. But the frenzy of his fuck-lost had been milked off. He could wait until Chastity went out, now-before they fucked again.
They wondered if Chastity had heard them fucking...
Chastity had heard, all right.
And the naughty girl had seen them, too!
After she had finger-fucked herself a second time, the girl got out of the tub and began to dry herself, taking her time and hoping that her father might look in again, and see her standing there naked. But then she heard her mother panting and moaning.
She listened, puzzled at first.
Then a smile curled her sweet lips.
They were fucking! That was even better than if her father had jacked off, thinking about her!
She quickly put a fluffy bathrobe on and went out, barefoot and walking quietly. She went down the stairs, following the sounds they were making. She moved to the kitchen door and looked in.
What a sight it was!
She held her breath and watched her daddy fucking his prick into her mother as they stood there at the sink and, seeing that delightful coupling, Chastity started to get hot all over again. Was her father thinking about her! Oh, she sure hoped so!
When he pulled his prick out of Virginia's pussy, it was still fat and semi-hard and the girl stared at it in awe. She had never seen his cock completely hard before. It was so big! His prick looked-she grinned wickedly-it looked delicious!
Chastity sneaked away then, so that her parents would not realize that she had been watching them fuck. She went back up to her room. She left the door ajar, just in case her daddy happened to look in and, stretching out on the bed, her legs parted and her knees raised, she began to give herself yet another hand-job.
She thought about her father's big cock as she came.
Afterwards, with her pussy cooled down, she wondered if it was a shameful thing, to think of her own father while she was giving her pussy a good finger-fucking?
But, just as John had thought earlier, the girl also decided that it was just harmless fantasy.
It wasn't as if they were actually doing anything incestuous.
But she couldn't help thinking that doing something wicked might be an awful lot of fun...
CHAPTER THREE
Chastity almost got fucked that evening.
She was ready for it, and willing and it was only because of her date's ineptitude that she came home, as she went out, a virgin.
Tommy had borrowed his father's car to take Chastity to a drive-in movie. The film was one of those Japanese things with plenty of flying monsters, but neither Chastity nor Tommy saw very much of it, since they fell into a passionate clench almost as soon as they had the car parked before the screen.
She had dated Tommy before and they had previously reached the stage of mutual masturbation.
He didn't expect her to let him go further than that.
Chastity was in the mood to get fucked.
But she couldn't very well come right out and ask him to fuck her, because she had her reputation to think about-so she could only hope that Tommy would take the initiative.
First he put his arm around her shoulders, letting his hand drop casually down onto her tit. She leaned against him, snuggling. He didn't start feeling her up immediately, but his hand stayed where it was, cupping a fat tit, and she knew he was biding his time. This was the way they had always started necking on previous dates, and the last couple of times it had led to heavy petting and ultimately hand-jobs-perfectly enjoyable, but not quite enough for Chastity, horny as she was this evening, after having seen her mom and dad fucking.
He kissed her.
A light kiss, to begin with, it soon became more passionate until they were swapping tongues back and forth, their mouths grinding together urgently. Then he began moving his hand, caressing her plump tit, massaging the globe and drawing his fingers upwards to pull at the stiff nipple. He brought his other hand up to her other tit. Then he began to unbutton her blouse, slowly, half expecting the girl to tell him not to, at first-until she got more worked up. But Chastity, far from telling him to stop, was wishing that Tommy would hurry up.
She pushed her tongue into his mouth and shivered with pleasure as he sucked on it.
He had her tits bared now and his hands were giving them a good going over. She arched her slender back, squirming and writhing against him. Tommy leaned down and took a taut tit tip into his lips, and when he sucked on it the girl began to pant like a steam engine. She held his head to her tits, urging him to stay there.
After a while, he began to work his hand up under her skirt.
Should she play hard to get, at first?
Like hell, she thought-and she opened her legs.
Tommy began to rub her pussy through her panties. The crotchband of those panties was soaking wet and her cunt was steaming inside them. He worked his fingers in through the leg hole and started to push his middle finger into her cunt. She squirmed and he hesitated-but she was squirming in delight, not in an attempt to dislodge his hand. He began slipping the finger up again, then fucking it in and out. He started using two fingers, then three, pushing into her pussy steadily.
Her cunt was sucking on his hand, the interior pussy muscles closing in a series of soft rings.
Cunt juice was pouring from her pussy slot and soaking down into the tight crack of her ass. It was getting the seat slippery under her, as well, and the lad knew that his father would not appreciate cunt juice stains on his seat covers-but he was not about to stop, regardless. He was surprised at how quickly Chastity had become hot, much quicker and easier than in their previous encounters. Maybe the girl had started to fall in love with him, he thought, with a certain vanity.
Jeez! Could he maybe fuck her?
Naw, he didn't think she would go all the way.
Tommy had never been all the way, himself, in fact-and failed to see the promising signs of a girl ready to fuck.
After a while, Chastity began to rub his prick through his trousers. His cock-bulge throbbed and swelled. Then she began to unzip his fly, teasing him by drawing the zipper down a little at a time, until finally it was open. Then she unsnapped his waistband and unfastened his belt and massaged his cock through his cotton underwear for a while. A dark, damp patch began to spread out where the head of his cock bulged against the material.
She tucked her fingers under the elastic band and dragged his underwear down, so that both cock and balls were exposed.
She had seen his cock before, of course, and had thought it a handsome hunk of prick-but now that she had had a look at her father's massive cock she was a bit disappointed in Tommy's fuck tool. Still, his fucker was a full seven inches, and shapely and hard as a rock. The swollen cock head was damp with seepage.
She folded her fist around the root of his prick stalk and began to jack him off.
Tommy continued to finger-fuck her pussy at the same time.
This was how they'd done it in the past and it seemed quite natural to follow through in the same way. But then Chastity hesitated, her fist missing a stroke and faltering.
She wanted more than this.
She gazed at Tommy meaningfully.
But the boy failed to understand. When her hand stopped moving, he took her by the wrist and urged her to pump his cock. She gave him a few more strokes, then paused again. His cock was really starting to flare now and she knew she would bring him off very soon if she kept on pumping him by hand. If only he would get the idea!
"Don't stop," he whimpered.
Chastity seethed with frustration. Couldn't the stupid fellow see what she wanted?
She looked down at his hard prick.
Should she go down on him, maybe?
The thought was appealing, for the horny teenager was almost as keen to suck a cock for the first time as she was to get fucked. The sight of that tasty-looking meat was making her drool. If Tommy had given her a hint, simply pushing his cock up towards her face, maybe, or pushing her head down onto his prick, Chastity would have willingly taken his cock in her mouth and let him shoot his cum-load there and swallowed the precious stuff. But he failed to see that her mouth was watering for cock meat and she didn't have the nerve to gobble him on her own initiative. She was afraid that the boy might be shocked or disgusted. She wasn't sure what boys thought of girls who sucked pricks without being coaxed and, hot as she was, Chastity still didn't want to get a bad reputation. He might even blab it around school, she feared especially if he was shocked by it.
So Tommy, through his failure to see the situation in its true light, missed out on a chance to get sucked off.
He was still fucking his fingers up her cunt and Chastity sighed and thought that maybe she should settle for another hand-job. She gave his cock another stroke. But his prick felt so lovely in her hand that she was just dying to have it up her pussy.
Maybe she could work him into position without being too obvious about what she was doing, so that they could sort of start fucking by accident, she thought.
It was sure worth a try.
She moved back and lay along the seat, bringing one bare thigh up and trailing the other leg on the floor. Her pretty face was a mask of pure lust, now, eyes fluttering and lips slack. Her tongue slid back and forth. She continued to stroke his cock, but now-as if unintentional-she was also pulling that cock towards her crotch.
Tommy gasped and settled over her.
Her thighs clamped around his haunches.
Holding his prick by the hilt, she moved his cock down into her creamy cunt slit and held it there.
All he had to do now was to move his hips and his cock was going to slip right up into her pussy!
She waited expectantly, vibrant with anticipation.
But still the foolish youth failed to understand.
He humped-but not into her cunt. He began to slide his prick back and forth across her cuntal mound without entering her fuck hole. Chastity moved with him, trying to tilt her crotch up so that his next stroke would plow into her, but as she rose higher, her back arching, Tommy rose higher, as well. His cock was running back and forth across her pussy gash like a buzz saw. As he pushed and the cock head rose above her belly, his bloated balls jammed into her cunt.
Chastity sighed with frustration. But the thrill was building, even though his cock wasn't actually in her, because the full length of his prick stalk was rubbing over her clit with every thrust.
She realized that he was going to make her come that way.
It wasn't exactly what she had had in mind, but it felt awfully good, and the girl began to move with him, grinding her groin against his surging cock, her ass churning wildly.
Her pussy creamed, soaking his balls as it flooded her crotch.
Suddenly Tommy began to tremble wildly as his orgasm began.
The head of his prick blossomed with creamy jism. He plowed up, angled over her groin, and his cum came spurting out in great geysers, rising in an arc and splashing on her belly and tits. He shot half a dozen different jets of hot jizz out before he was drained. Her belly was awash with the sweet stuff and ribbons of it were slathered on the soft slopes of her tits and seeping into her deep cleavage.
She continued to grind her pussy against him as she worked off her own pleasure to the dregs.
Tommy groaned and moved away, stunned by the magnitude of his tremendous ejaculation.
His eyes were closed and he was smiling idiotically.
Chastity ran her hands up over her belly and tits, gathering up some of the sticky scum. Then she peeked at Tommy, to make sure that he wasn't looking at her-because she wanted to do a really naughty thing-and seeing that his eyes were still closed, the girl brought her hand to her mouth and began to lap up his cum.
His cum was yummy, she thought.
If jism was that tasty, delivered by hand, she could just imagine how scrumptious cum must be when a girl drank it right from a spurting cock!
Once again, she considered blowing him.
But then he opened his eyes and she moved her hand quickly away from her lips, not sure how he would react to the knowledge that she was a cum-drinker.
"Gee, that was a close call," he said.
"Huh?" she asked, puzzled.
"It's a good thing I got lots of willpower," said the boy, with pride. "I could have stuck my cock in you whenever I wanted."
Chastity stared at him in amazement.
Oh, you stupid boy! she thought.
And although she remained very determined to suck and fuck soon, she decided then and there not to do it with Tommy...
CHAPTER FOUR
After school the next day, Chastity got into a conversation with Vicky Carson, a girl she knew casually from certain classes that they shared. They had come down the school walk together and, since both of them turned in the same direction to go to their homes, it was natural enough that they should stroll along side by side, chatting in the way of carefree teenaged girls. Vicky, like Chastity, was a sweet girl, but is was rumored that she was not a virgin and, more than that, that she was promiscuous.
This interested Chastity.
Chastity wanted very much to be promiscuous, herself, and yet she didn't like the idea of having the fact known and her reputation soiled. Was it possible to have it both ways?
As they walked along, Chastity kept glancing covertly at Vicky, trying to see if the girl showed any obvious signs of being an easy fuck. Well, she did-in a way. She wore too much lipstick and eyeshadow, for instance. But that was by design, and by free choice, Chastity knew. The girl bore no scarlet letter on her brow, nor had her pretty features been coarsened by depravity.
Vicky was a thin girl with long, dark hair. She had dark, flashing eyes and an impish face and her tits, although small, were firm and thrusting and, since she wore no bra, the stiff tips could be seen pressing out in twin peaks against her blouse. Her ass was small, too, but well rounded. All in all, her body was the opposite of Chastity's bouncy, nubile one, and the two girls made a nice contrast.
They walked along slowly, enjoying the pleasant afternoon and chatting of this and that.
Their talk naturally turned soon to young men.
"Well, I'm still a virgin," Chastity sighed.
Vicki seemed neither surprised nor impressed.
"How about you?" Chastity asked.
Now Vicky did look somewhat surprised, for she was fully aware of her reputation as an easy lay.
"Naw," she said. "I've had it."
"Tell me-is it as much fun as it's supposed to be?" asked Chastity, with obvious interest in the subject.
"Oh, yeah. It's great. I mean, it's better with some guys than it is with others, but it's usually pretty good and it's sometimes really wonderful. It depends on the fella, mostly. If he's a good looker-or if he has a real big prick." She grinned in a lascivious fashion. "I like big pricks, myself," she added. "I'd rather have a guy that's a lousy fucker with a big cock than a good fucker with a small cock. But lots of girls say the opposite, so it's a matter of personal choice."
"I think I'll like big ones," Chastity said, grinning, too.
"You must be about ready to start fucking, huh?"
"Well-" Chastity said, and hesitated.
Chastity wanted very much to confide in Vicky, but she was a bit shy about admitting it. Still, since Vicky made no bones about her own experience, Chastity could see no harm in being truthful with her. It was a matter of people who lived in glass houses and of casting the first stone, and she figured that Vicky could hardly afford to gossip about anyone else's confessions.
Chastity said: "I almost got fucked last night."
"Yeah? How come you didn't?"
"Well, I was willing. But I was out with Tommy. At the drive-in. And he didn't seem to get the idea. I mean, there I was, with my panties off and legs apart-but the silly guy just shot his wad all over my belly, instead of putting it in me."
"What a jerk!"
"Yeah!"
"I been fucked lots at drive-ins. I even got gang-banged at a drive-in, once," Vicky said. "Four guys fucked me, one right after the other. It was real good. But then the bastards blabbed it all around town, how I was a tramp, you know? It's hard to figure guys out-they want the same thing a girl wants, but after they get it they lost respect for the girl. It's a Load of crap, if you ask me."
"Gee! Four guys, huh!"
Chastity was impressed. She had not considered a thing like that, getting fucked by more than one guy at a time, but now that Vicky had mentioned it, the idea was not without its charm.
They strolled on. Soon they would have to go their separate ways and Chastity was sorry, for she was enjoying this conversation with the experienced girl and hoping to pick up a few tips, as well.
"Have you ever had it in the mouth, Vicky?"
Vicky turned and gave her a surprised look.
Chastity blushed, thinking she had offended the other girl by asking such a thing.
"I didn't mean to insult you," she said.
"Oh, I'm not insulted. I was just surprised that you should ask. But I guess it's because you're cherry, is why. On account of, yes, I've had it in the mouth lots of times-and why not? Sucking cock is great. I started blowing before I started fucking, actually. It's a good way to have fun and still be a virgin, in case, for some silly reason, you want to keep on being a virgin. I used to suck off this cousin of mine. He was a few years older than me, and horny as hell, but he didn't have the nerve to fuck me properly, so I'd let him fuck me in the mouth and get his rocks off that way. Then he'd tongue my cunt for me." She looked dreamily nostalgic as she recalled those tasty times.
Chastity was clinging to every word.
It was incest with a cousin, she figured.
It was real wicked-and all the more fun because of that.
Vicky said, "Cocks are delicious. The flavor is great and the texture is lovely and the shape is just right for fitting in a gal's mouth-and when the boys starts to tremble and whine-ummmmm! I love it when they shoot, too. Jism is yummy!"
"Oooooh!" Chastity squealed. "You're making me hot."
Vicky grinned.
"I wish-I wish I had a date this afternoon," Chastity sighed. "I'd love to try some cock-sucking, myself. And screwing, too. But I guess I'll have to go home and give myself a hand-job."
"You do that lots?"
"Oh, yes. I have to, when I get turned on. I do it just about every morning and almost every night-and sometimes during the day. I even do it at school sometimes, in the John, between classes." She grinned sheepishly. "Some girls go there to sneak a cigarette. I don't smoke-so I sneak a pussy-rub instead. My cunt smokes."
Vicky was amused.
Chastity, fascinated by the dark, lewd teen-ager, said: "I don't suppose a girl enjoys a hand-job so much, after she's started doing the real thing, does she?"
"Naw-not after fucking. Oh, it's okay, if you haven't got a guy around to take care of you, but it's kind of-infantile."
Chastity nodded thoughtfully. "Yeah. I don't enjoy finger-fucking as much as I use to. I guess that must mean that I'm ready to start screwing, instead."
"I use a rubber prick," Vicky said.
"What?"
"You know ... a dildo."
"Oh, wow!"
They had come to the corner at which their paths would diverge, but Chastity wanted to hear more about this fascinating topic. They stood on the corner both grinning, sharing confidences.
"Where did you get it?" Chastity asked.
"There's a sex shop downtown. They sell them."
"Gee, weren't you embarrassed to buy one?"
"Naw. Me? The guy at the counter was embarrassed, but why should I care? I told him I wanted a real big one, so that I could fuck myself silly-and he almost came in his pants."
Chastity looked wistful.
"I don't think I'd ever have the nerve to buy one-but I'd sure like to have one."
"You can send away for one."
"Yeah-but what if Mom or Dad opened the package?" Chastity said.
And even as she said it, she started to get an idea. Her father liked to watch her finger-fuck herself-and he would damned well get turned on if he knew she had a dildo!
"Say! Would you like to borrow mine?" Vicky suggested.
"Oh! Would you lend it to me?"
"Sure, said the dark-haired nymphette. "Some girls get really jealous and possessive about their rubber pricks, but I'm not like that. You can borrow it whenever you like."
Chastity was bursting with enthusiasm. Somehow, it seemed to make her hornier, borrowing another girl's rubber fuck tool, than if she had acquired one secretly. It made her sort of horny to think of Vicky fucking herself with a rubber cock, as well. There was something very, very sexy about promiscuous Vicky-and sort of desirable, too.
Chastity wondered if Vicky ever fooled around with girls.
She wanted to ask. But she didn't have the nerve. It was okay to ask about fucking and sucking cocks, but to ask about lesbian things might give Vicky the wrong idea. Wrong? Well, an idea, anyhow.
Chastity said: "Do you think maybe I could borrow it today?"
"Sure. Why not?"
"I really am hot."
"If you want to come around to my house, I'll lend it to you."
"Okay!"
Chastity could hardly wait to get that rubber cock home to the privacy of her bedroom and give her hot pussy a good stuffing.
Then Vicky gave Chastity a speculative look.
Vicky said: "My mom and dad both work so there won't be anyone home at my house."
Why did she tell me that? Chastity wondered.
And she damned well wanted to find out.
Chastity was far too timid to make any suggestions of that nature, herself, but the idea was intriguing. She was more excited by the thought of going home with Vicky, now, than she was about the idea of taking the rubber cock back to her own home.
Well, she would just have to play it by ear.
Or-maybe-by tongue?
The two girls stood there on the street corner for another moment, exchanging meaningful looks.
"Let's go, huh?" said Vicky.
They turned down the street to Vicky's house.
And as they walked along, side by side, Chastity felt as if they were wrapped in a aura of lust, a cloud of desire that enveloped both of them. Maybe she was wrong.
But she could certainly hope not...
CHAPTER FIVE
Chastity was surprised to discover that Vicky lived in a big brick house on a respectable street. She had always assumed that promiscuous girls must come from slums. She was glad to find out that it wasn't so, since she wanted to become promiscuous, herself.
The two girls had not talked any more as they walked the last couple of blocks, and in their silence there was an air of expectancy and uncertainty. Could Vicky, too, be feeling shy and inhibited? She certainly had talked openly and without embarrassment about fucking with men-but this was a different matter. Someone would have to make the first move, offer the first suggestion. Chastity knew she would not dare to-and hoped that Vicky would.
They went in the front door.
"Let's go up to my bedroom," said Vicky.
Chastity looked at her.
Vicky dropped her eyes and said: "I mean, that's where I keep my rubber prick, is why."
It was obvious that Vicky was embarrassed.
Why should she be embarrassed, if she were not entertaining certain embarrassing thoughts? The same sort of thoughts that Chastity was having, in fact. Chastity's hopes rose.
She followed Vicky up the stairs, looking at the way the dark girl's taut little ass moved as she climbed. They went down the hallway and into Vicky's room.
Vicky closed the door behind them.
Chastity looked around the bedroom, more to avoid the other girl's eyes than anything else. It was a room that bridged the transition between childhood and womanhood, with posters of pop stars and a Teddy bear and illustrated books-and, somewhere, a dildo.
Vicky had gone to her dresser and was rummaging around in the underwear drawer.
She came up with the rubber cock.
Chastity gazed at it, feeling a thrill. It was huge-lots bigger than Tommy's cock, and maybe even bigger than her father's mammoth prick. And it was realistic, with a big, mushroom-shaped head and fat veins along the underside of the stalk and even a cleft in the tip. There was a leather harness fixed to the hilt. Vicky held it up, like a beacon, for Chastity's inspection and approval. The leather straps dangled down.
"Oh, it's-nice," breathed Chastity.
Shyly, she fingered the big prick knob.
It felt remarkably lifelike.
"I can't wait to try it out," she giggled.
Vicky's eyes flickered.
"Want to use it here?" she asked.
Chastity hesitated, although that was precisely what she did want to do-and she hoped that Vicky would stay in the room while she did it, as well. She thought it would be a lot more erotic if the other girl were to watch her fuck herself. And she was hoping to watch Vicky use the big cock, as well.
"What are the straps for?" she asked innocently.
Vicky blushed.
"Oh, you wouldn't need those," she said. "They come that way, with a harness, so that a lesbian can strap it on when she's fucking another woman with it. Normal girls, like us, don't need the harness ... it's just how they come."
Chastity licked her lips.
She felt less inhibited now, mainly because she could see that Vicky had become shy and hesitant.
"I wonder if-if normal girls, like us-ever use it that way?" Chastity speculated.
"I-I guess so," Vicky said.
"I've got an idea!"
"Yes?" Vicky asked, nervously.
"Why don't you fuck me with it?"
Chastity was amazed when she heard those words come from her own mouth. And yet that was exactly what she wanted to say-and to do.
"I ain't no lesbian," Vicky protested.
"Well, gee-neither am I," Chastity said. "I just thought it might be fun to fuck each other with a rubber prick. It doesn't have anything to do with being lesbians."
Vicky slowly smiled.
She said: "I've wondered what it would be like-but I never wanted to try it, on account of I like men and all. But if you want to, Chastity-and you won't think I'm a dyke ... "
The two horny teenagers stared at each other, smiling as they found themselves in agreement.
"Let's get naked," Vicky said. "If we're gonna do it, we might as well do it right."
They understood, each looking at the other.
"You have lovely tits," Vicky said.
"Ummm. So do you."
"Yours are bigger."
"I love your stiff nipples."
Vicky's cunt was heavily forested with curly dark hair and her pink pussy slit was parted and damp. Chastity's blonde-haired pussy was smoldering. The two girls looked at each other's crotches, their inhibitions fading away now that they had determined to fool around together, for their mutual pleasure and gratification. They both thought the same way, and logically ... as long as neither of them was a lesbian, there would be no harm in doing the things that lesbians do.
Naked, they sat on the bed, flank to flank.
They held the big dildo up between them, as if they were baseball players choosing up sides with a bat. The straps hung down over Vicky's small, firm tits. Her nipples stuck out like bullets. Chastity reached across and began to finger those stiff tit tips, giggling to show that it was all in good fun. Then Vicky began to feel Chastity up, as well. They were proceeding slowly and timidly-and yet there was no doubt just where they were going.
Chastity cupped her hand over Vicky's pussy first.
"I never felt another girl's cunt before," she said-felt compelled to say. "It's kind of ... exciting."
Vicky touched the blonde girl's pussy.
They began caressing each other between the legs, running their fingertips up the cunt lips and along the wet slots and then stroking each other's tingling clit. Both being experienced masturbators, they knew just how to do it to each other-the only difference was that it felt better when it was someone else's hand.
Leaning together, they kissed, lightly at first, and then with their hot tongues flashing back and forth.
"Shall I suck your tits?" Vicky asked.
"Oh, yes-do!"
Her dark head dipped down and she began to tongue and suck on the blonde virgin's tit globes and nipples. After a while, she straightened up, smiling happily, and Chastity did a bit of tit-sucking in her turn. They continued to feel each other between the legs, pushing stiff fingers in and out of creamy fuck holes now.
This was exciting stuff, thought Chastity. It was as much fun to play at mutual masturbation with another girl as it was to do it with a boy-well, almost, anyhow. She loved the way that Vicky was moaning and panting, and she was panting plenty, herself, as they finger-fucked each other and took turns sucking on tits. They had forgotten about the dildo, for the moment, as they appreciated the sensation of having smooth, hot female flesh to caress. They writhed together, tits brushing, stiff nipples rubbing together.
Chastity was thinking that maybe they should continue with what they were doing, finger-fucking each other to a climax.
But then Vicky said: "Do you want it now?"
Her voice was husky with passion, her eyes glazed by desire.
"Yes! Oh, yes-fuck me, Vicky!"
Vicky picked up the rubber cock that they had been neglecting. She held the tip to her lips and began to lick it, getting it slippery and lubricated.
Chastity was thinking that it would be a very nice idea if Vicky were to lubricate her cunt a little, as well, but apparently Vicky did not go in for cunt-sucking. And, anyhow, her fingers had made Chastity as juicy as she could get. She watched as Vicky pushed the head of the dildo into her mouth, her lips pulling and dragging on it just as if it were a real prick.
Then Vicky strapped the rubber cock on.
Maybe she had never used it that way before, but she seemed to know just how to wear it. The fat prick jutted up from her hairy crotch, held in place by the harness. She pumped her pelvis, making fucking motions, and Chastity whimpered with expectation.
Chastity kissed Vicky again, a kiss of pure gratitude, and then she lay back on the bed, with her thighs parted and her knees slightly raised. Vicky knelt between her legs. The big rubber cock swayed above Chastity's trembling pussy, the tip glistening with saliva.
Chastity was going to get fucked for the first time.
Maybe it was only a rubber cock, and maybe it was attached to another girl, but she knew fucking it would be wonderful.
And naughty Chastity was very happy about the whole thing!
CHAPTER SIX
Vicky held Chastity's cunt open with her fingers and slipped the tip of the dildo into the blonde girl's steaming pussy slot. Vicky's face was tight with concentration as she looked down at what she was doing. Her big-nippled tits quivered above Chastity, who reached up and took one tit in each hand. Vicky didn't push the whole thing up Chastity's cunt right away. She was enjoying the sight of the girl's cunt lips pulling on the cock knob.
Chastity began to squirm, moving her lush hips from side to side and pumping her belly up and down, in her eagerness to get stuffed chock-a-block full of that long, fat fuck tool. The two naughty teenagers smiled at each other, Chastity looking up and Vicky gazing down from her mounted position.
"Put it in me," Chastity whimpered.
Vicky's small ass gave a little jerk and she pushed another inch of rubber cock up Chastity's cunt. The fat prick that stood out between them was like a rubber connecting rod, clamping their crotches together. The foaming juice that was seeping out of Vicky's open cunt was pouring down the rubber stalk and pooling up in Chastity's stuffed pussy slot. Their cunt cream mingled together and trickled down into the tight crack of Chastity's mobile ass.
Vicky fed the prick to her slowly, an inch at a time, until she had stuffed the whole big fuck tool up the virgin and their pussy mounds, one dark and one golden, were stuck together.
Chastity began to vibrate with the thrill of having her cunt full for the first time.
Even a real cock couldn't feel much better than this, she was thinking-and with a man I wouldn't have these nice tits to play with at the same tune as I m getting fucked. But still, even before she had come on the dildo's thrusts, Chastity was thinking ahead to her first pussy full of real flesh-and-blood-and-jism prick.
Vicky drew back.
As the rubber cock pulled out of her, Chastity's cunt sucked on it and her cunt lips turned almost inside out.
Vicky drew the cock out until only the fat knob was still in the blonde, paused for a moment, then pushed the whole long rod back up her pussy, moving faster on this second fuck-stroke.
Chastity wailed with the joy of the fucking. Her pelvis began grinding frantically.
Vicky, thrilled at seeing the effect that her fucking was having on the blonde virgin, started to really pour the prick to her now. She put the long cock rod in with long, rippling fuck-strokes. Her ass dipped down and she fed an underslung thrust in. Then she rose up and shoved the prick in from a higher angle, so that the full length of the fat cock slid across Chastity's trembling clit on its passage into the depths of her cunt.
Vicky's tight ass corkscrewed wildly.
Although it was true that she had never dildo-fucked another girl, Vicky had always been in favor of the idea, and would have done it before, had a girl suggested it. Now she was going fuck-mad as she ground the rubber prick into Chastity, and her hot pussy was bubbling away as much as if she had been getting fucked, herself.
Reaching down, she began to finger Chastity's clit as she fucked into her pussy hole.
Chastity clamped her thighs around Vicky's slim haunches, gripping her, riding with her fuck-lunges. Her heels drummed on Vicky's churning ass and her knees hooked over the girl's pistoning hips. Her cunt was so wet now that the dildo was skimming in fluidly, but then the soft cunt walls contracted and sucked on it as Vicky drew it back out.
"Fuck me! Fuck me!" wailed Chastity. "Oh, I love you fucking me, Vicky!"
Her words made the dark nymph even hotter, and she was clawing at Chastity's clit, wanting to bring her off soon, as she kept pounding the false cock up her smoldering cunt gash with steady fuck-strokes.
Both girls' crotches were flooded with foam.
Suddenly Chastity stiffened.
The thrill had begun and it was so intense that a look of shock came over her face for a moment. She was hardly able to believe that an orgasm could be so good.
"Vicky! I'm coming!" she cried. "I'm creaming!"
Vicky gasped with lust and pistoned in, fucking the fat dildo up as far as it would go. Their hipbones ground together and their nubile bodies clashed as Vicky buried the rod to the hilt into Chastity's melting pussy.
Chastity jerked and twitched and moaned. Then she lay still.
Vicky continued to fuck into her cunt, moving slower now, making sure that she had worked off her friend's climax to the last spasm. After a while, she stopped fucking and the two nymphetttes lay in each other's arms, still linked at the loins by the rubber prick, cuddling each other in the wonderful aftermath of their fucking.
They kissed lovingly.
"Want me to do you, now?" asked Chastity.
"If you want to," Vicky whispered.
"Oh, yes-I sure do!"
Grinning, tingling with renewed anticipation, the dark girl drew the cream-soaked dildo out of Chastity's cunt. She rose to her knees. Chastity reached up to unfasten the leather straps and, as she did so, leaned in and kissed Vicky on the belly.
Vicky shuddered.
Chastity was kissing her on her cunt mound, her lips moving in Vicky's dark, tangled pubic hair.
Vicky began to tremble.
If Chastity were to slip her lips down just a bit lower, she would be kissing Vicky's cunt!
Vicky's legs parted a little.
Chastity was thinking exactly the same thing, and longing to send her hungry tongue dipping down between the dark girl's thighs and into her sodden cunt slot.
But she was afraid to go that far and Vicky, who wanted her to, was afraid to request it-because of that conversation they had had, before, about not being lesbians. Touching each other and using the dildo was one thing, but actually going so far as to suck a cunt was a different matter.
Vicky stroked Chastity's blonde head, trying to give her a hint without actually saying it or without pushing her face into her crotch. Chastity continued to kiss her pussy bush, wishing that Vicky would take the initiative and drag her face between her legs. They stayed in that position for some moments.
Then Chastity decided to use the dildo for a while, first, and see how it turned out.
She didn't bother to strap it on, however, because she wanted her face close to Vicky's crotch while she was shoving the fat rubber cock into her pussy. Chastity wanted to remain within licking distance, just in case. Her mouth was watering for a suck of pussy.
I'm not a lesbian, she thought wryly. I'm normal-I've just got this urge to tongue Vicky's cunt, and that's not the same thing at all.
Vicky was kneeling, her legs apart, cunt juice pooling up in her cunt slot and streaking her pussy lips and trickling down the insides of her smooth thighs in slippery ribbons.
Chastity was curled on her flank, her head still pressed to Vicky's belly, her lips panting in the dark thicket of the girl's luxurious pubic bush. The waves of heat and musk that were drifting into her face from Vicky's steaming pussy were driving her wild with passion. Her tongue pushed out and began to run through that curly dark cunt hair, like a pink rodent scurrying through tangled undergrowth.
Chastity gripped the rubber cock by the hilt and began to push it up into Vicky's hot fuck hole.
"Oh!" Vicky gasped.
And then, as more of the thick prick fucked into her cunt, she wailed. Her cunt sucked on the dildo, as if desperate to drag the whole length up into itself.
Chastity fed it all in, twisting the thick cock around inside Vicky, jiggling and frigging and levering at her pussy. She slowly drew it out, then rammed it home again. She had moved her face back a bit now, so that she could watch the rubber cock fuck in and out of the girl's pussy. Fascination glowed in her blue eyes and she was licking her lips like a hungry wildcat that had just spotted some succulent prey and was about to spring upon it.
As the dildo pulled out, Vicky's cunt lips averted, showing the inner pussy flesh, and thick cream ran down the rubber prick shaft and onto Chastity's hand. Chastity stabbed into her, gripping the dildo as if it were a sword-but stabbing gently and lovingly into a wound that was already open.
She probed and prodded and corkscrewed, moving the fat fuck rod around in Vicky's cunt hole, churning and wedging, twisting and levering, prying across the fulcrum of her clit and plumbing the depths of her pussy. The leather straps of the harness trailed up, brushing over Vicky's slippery thighs, as the dildo vanished into her cunt.
Vicky was trembling and vibrating all over.
Her face flashed from side to side and she threw her head back, long, dark hair trailing down to her ass and cascading about her shoulders. Her eyes were narrowed and her lips were parted. She arched her slim back, then bowed it. The silken tresses of her raven hair fell over her tits as she bent forward, then swept down her spine as she arched her back in a curve of sensual ecstasy.
Her cunt bubbled and squished juicily.
Chastity began to finger Vicky's taut clit with her left hand as she push-pulled the dildo with the other.
"Oh! Oh! Oh!" Vicky whimpered.
She was almost at the crest, almost ready to come.
But Chastity didn't want Vicky to come. Not yet. She wanted to make her come-she wanted that very much-but she didn't want this pleasure to end so soon.
She drew the juicy rubber prick out of the girl's fuck hole.
"Oh! Don't stop!" Vicky wailed.
But Chastity looked up at her, smiling, wanting Vicky to look into her face. Vicky did, her expression one of pleading. She was wanting that fat dildo fucked up her cunt once again.
Chastity brought the head of the dildo to her lips.
Her tongue pushed out and she began to lave the rubber prick knob. Seeing this, Vicky gasped and her dark eyes gleamed in fascination. Chastity was lapping Vicky's cunt juice from the rubber prick.
"Ummm-yummy," Chastity purred.
"Oh! Will you-do you-?"
"Ummmm-I want to, Vicky," Chastity murmured, with her sweet lips caressing the creamy cock knob.
Vicky thrust her belly toward the other girl. Her cunt was volcanic.
"I want to suck you off!" cried Chastity.
And so she did...
CHAPTER SEVEN
Chastity gave the rubber prick a few last slurps, lapping up Vicky's cunt juice from it as if that first taste were an appetizer, making her hungry for the main course that was steaming there on the banquet table of Vicky's groin.
Then she tossed the dildo aside.
Vicky was still kneeling, but now she lay back on the bed, pushing her ass up so that her creamy crotch was tilted high between her widely spread thighs.
Chastity moved up, her face between Vicky's legs.
She was gazing directly up the dark girl's open cunt slot, her face intense with wanton desire, driven and compelled by an actual, physical sensation of hunger-hunger for hot cunt!
But she hesitated.
In her hesitation, there was no uncertainly, no doubt, no sense of misgiving. She fully intended to eat that succulent pussy. But she was prolonging the pleasure of the anticipation as a gourmet might pause to savor the sight of a delicate feast before proceeding to devour it.
Chastity had thought about sucking cunt and the idea had always appealed to her. Now that it was about to be a reality, the girl wanted to linger over the final joyful moments before she ceased to be a latent cunt-sucker and became a cunt-sucker in fact and practice.
Vicky was staring down at her, seeing the blonde girl's pretty face framed between her parted thighs and above her slim belly. Her gaze was questioning. She was wondering why Chastity did not begin.
"I've never done this before," Chastity whispered, her voice tense and husky with desire.
"I know," Vicky sighed. "Neither have I. But do it, Chastity-please do me. And then I'll do you, too! Since neither of us are lesbians, it's okay to suck each other off!"
In fact, Vicky had not thought as much about sucking cunts as Chastity had, probably because she had been fucking and sucking with men for some time. But now that the situation was close at hand, she realized that the idea of eating out a pussy was intriguing-especially when it was to be a return favor.
Chastity gave a little sensuous moan as she heard Vicky's words and realized that she was going to get sucked as well as do some cunt-sucking. The knowledge doubled her desire.
She began to lick the slippery flesh of Vicky's inner thighs, her tongue gliding up towards the girl's seething crotch but not going all the way, at first. She lapped at the creases where Vicky's legs joined her groin, her tongue slipping up parallel with the dark-haired girl's open cunt crack.
Vicky's crotch was so hot now that Chastity felt as if she were looking into the open door of a furnace.
She blew on Vicky's pussy.
Her breath fanned that heat so that it seemed as if Vicky's cunt might burst into flames. The cunt juice was flooding from her fuck hole and her clit was like a stick of dynamite. Her cunt lips were peeled back, wide open, like the petals of a creamy blossom opening to the morning sun and sparkling with heavy dew.
Chastity used her fingertips to spread those hot cunt lips open even wider. She pushed her tongue out and touched the tip against that scalding hot cunt flesh. Vicky wailed with pleasure. Chastity took a slow, tentative lick up the pussy slot.
Pussy was more delicious than she had dreamed!
Chastity moaned with joy and began to lap wildly at the frothy cunt slot. She pushed her tongue up the fuck hole as far as it would go, she laved the parted cunt lips and she tongued Vicky's tingling clit. Although this was the first time she'd eaten a cunt, Chastity discovered that she required no practice or experience in order to know how to eat pussy. It came naturally to her, as if she had been born to suck cunt.
She used only her tongue for a few delicious moments, then she fitted her lips to Vicky's cunt and began to suck steadily.
Vicky thrashed about, her ass churning and her hips grinding as she worked her crotch around in Chastity's eager face. The girl was moaning and panting. Her smooth thighs closed around Chastity's head, as if to hold her in a velvet trap-but there was no need to trap Chastity there, for there was nowhere the blonde girl would rather have been than sucking merrily away beaten those hot thighs.
"Ummm-ummm-ummmm," Chastity purred, as her mouth filled with cunt juice and she swallowed it greedily down and sucked more out, her taste buds going wild with the delicious flavor.
She alternated between tongue-fucking and sucking, switching from clit to slot, rubbing her whole face around in the steaming pussy so that she was coated with cunt juice from brow to chin.
"Oh, I love it!" the blonde virgin wailed, her words muffled.
"Oh yes! Oh yes!" cried Vicky.
"I want to make you come!"
"Yes-yes-yes!" Vicky chanted.
"I want you to come in my mouth!"
Vicky wailed out a wordless cry of pure ecstasy.
Chastity was repeating, over and over, the single word, "Come," sucking and licking steadily, desperate to bring her friend to the crest of all sensation now-and yet despite that desperation she was in no hurry for it to end, for the doing of this delicious job was as good as it would be to have it done.
"Come-come-come," Chastity whimpered.
"Yes-yes-yes!" Vicky gasped.
Vicky arched her back deeply.
The thrill had started to race across her belly and to run like wildfire up her thighs.
Her cunt was melting like a wax candle around the burning wick of Chastity's tongue.
Chastity's parted lips were stuck to Vicky's crotch like a limpet to a mossy rock, plastered there, glued to the pussy by the slick nectar of her cunt juice.
"I'm coming!" Vicky cried.
Chastity sucked hungrily and fucked her tongue up the cunt slot and the cream of Vicky's climax filled her mouth.
Vicky writhed and squirmed and pumped her pleasure out and Chastity gobbled it up. It was so wonderful that, even before she had finished milking her first cunt dry, Chastity was already thinking about doing it again and wondering which of her girlfriends at school might like their cunt sucked. She knew that, from now on, she was going to eat out every pussy that she could.
And her own pleasure was still ahead of her.
At long last, Vicky stopped moving and lay back, a dreamy smile of contentment on her lips.
Chastity gave her cunt a few last slurps, to make sure that she had milked out every drop of pussy juice. Then she raised her head, her jaws dripping.
"Nice?" she asked.
"Oh, you eat pussy so well!" Vicky sighed.
"I'm glad," said Chastity. "I'm glad you liked it-because I want to do it lots of times."
"I want to suck your pussy, too," Vicky said.
Chastity gazed up at her.
"You don't have to," she said.
Vicky grinned.
"If you enjoyed doing it so much, it must be awfully nice," she said. "And you mustn't be greedy, Chastity. After all-I fed you-now you really ought to let me have a snack."
Suddenly Chastity giggled.
"What is it?" asked Vicky.
"I was just thinking-it's a good thing that neither of us are lesbians-because a girl can sure get the taste for cunt!"
And a few second later, as she tongued merrily away on Chastity's steaming cunt, Vicky discovered just how true that was.
Chastity was so hot from having sucked pussy that she creamed almost at once, as soon as Vicky's tongue began to slurp up her pussy, but Vicky kept on lapping away and Chastity had a second orgasm in a little while.
The girls had discovered a strange phenomenon. Cunt-sucking was a powerful aphrodisiac. Getting sucked was an appetizer that made a girl hungry for pussy and, in the reverse, eating a pussy made a girl's own pussy need to be eaten. It was a sort of vicious circle. After Chastity had come the second time, she found herself ravenous for another mouthful of tantalizing cunt.
Vicky obligingly sat on her face.
But then, as Vicky's cunt melted and the pussy cream poured down into Chastity's eager mouth, Vicky found that her mouth had started to water again, as if her saliva were in direct ratio to her cunt juice.
As soon as her pussy was milked off, Vicky hopped back down and buried her face between Chastity's thighs.
And the same thing happened to Chastity.
No sooner had her cunt been sucked dry again than her mouth began to drool for more cunt juice.
"It's a problem," Chastity said.
"Ummmmmm?" Vicky asked, seeing no problem whatsoever involved in what they were doing.
"Well, when we stop, both of us are going to be frustrated-one at each end."
Vicky looked puzzled.
Chastity explained. "Well, say I suck you off last, right? That will mean that I'm not hungry-but my cunt will be hot. And your cunt will be satisfied-but your tongue will be horny. See what I mean? We're on the horns of a dilemma."
But Vicky, more experienced in the worldly ways than was her blonde, virginal friend, grinned.
"Naw, that's no problem," she said.
"How come?"
"All we have to do is finish up by sixty-nining!"
The pure logic of that caused horny Chastity to gasp with understanding-and then to gasp, again, with anticipation of the mutual pleasure that was still ahead of them.
And head was the operative word.
But the girls were in no hurry to finish.
They began a long, leisurely session of cunt-sucking, alternating, building each other up near the peak and then stopping, switching positions, sustaining and prolonging the next climax. Then they used the rubber prick on each other again, but didn't carry on to the point of orgasm, for now that they had discovered the joy of cunt-sucking, neither of them wanted to waste an orgasm on a dildo. Still, it was a useful tool. Chastity found that it was very pleasant to nibble gently on Vicky's clit while she loved the fat prick up her pussy hole. Vicky tried it the same way, licking with loving care and great attention to details, tonguing Chastity's rigid clit while she rubber-cocked her cunt slot.
Vicky lifted her face up from Chastity's pussy and looked at her wrist watch.
"Gee," she said. "Time sure flies by when a girl is munching on tasty pussy, huh? My parents will be home in another hour-so maybe we better have that sixty-nine. Okay?"
Chastity would have liked to carry on for a long time, but she saw the point in it-it wouldn't be all pleasant to have to stop when one of them was still horny-at one end or the other.
"I've sixty-nined with boys," Vicky said. "It's an awful lot of fun-and I'll bet it will be even better with you, Chastity. I don't know which part of me is hotter, now, my tongue or my cunt."
"Ummm-me, too."
In fact, Chastity's mouth felt like a cunt. Her tongue was tingling like her clit and her moist lips were parted like cunt labes, and because of all the sucking that she had been doing there seemed to be almost as much cunt juice in her mouth as in her pussy. On the other hand, her pussy felt like a hungry mouth, ready to suck on a probing tongue. The polarity of her body seemed to have rewarded itself somehow.
But in sixty-nining, it didn't matter at all, since both ends would be active at the same time.
Vicky slid up and the two girls embraced for a moment, kissing each other on the lips with tenderness and affection-before they began kissing each other with lust and passion. Their slippery young bodies glided together, smooth belly to belly, hot thighs to thighs, curly pubic triangles rubbing. They sucked on each other's tongue. Each girl's mouth was creamy with the cunt juice of the other, and they kissed as if they were cunt-sucking and that imitation of the act was making them even hotter for the real thing, done in unison and to perfection.
Chastity sucked on Vicky's tongue as if it were a clit. Vicky thrust that tongue into Chastity's mouth as if she were pushing it up her cunt. They were panting right into each other's open mouth, salivating together, trembling with the rising urgency of their passion. They wound sinuously together, fluid and graceful and lithe, tits pressing together, nipples rubbing against nipples, loins against loins.
Then Vicky drew away, smiling happily, and turned around.
She threw one knee across, straddling Chastity's eager, upturned face, her soaking crotch poised just above the blonde's head. Chastity began to tongue the air even before that succulent pussy had descended within range of her caress.
Chastity arched her back and her thrusting tits pressed up against Vicky's slim belly.
Her hands moved up to cup Vicky's haunches, holding her pelvis like a bowl from which she was about to drink.
Her blonde head was tilted back so that her hungry mouth rose up, lips parted and tongue flashing.
She whimpered for the feast.
Vicky slowly lowered her dripping cunt onto Chastity's ravenous mouth and Chastity met it with her thrashing tongue and sucking lips, working hungrily on the creamy confection as soon as it came into contact with her mouth. Vicky's ass screwed around and her pelvis began to grind as she worked her hairy pussy around on the blonde's tilted face and hungrily slurping mouth.
At the other end of this inverted linkage, Vicky had not yet gone down on Chastity's blonde pussy. Her head was up, her face a mask of lust, dark eyes glowing with delight as she felt once more that eagerly probing tongue and those pulling lips at her cunt. She turned her head from side to side, as if stunned-stunned by desire. Her long black tresses swept like a curtain across Chastity's belly and loins.
Chastity's back was arched so that her crotch was tucked down, as she concentrated, at first, on gobbling at the top end. But then, remembering that this was to be a mutual and identical act, she pushed her hips up slightly and her shapely thighs parted. Her knees came up. Her cunt was spread out before Vicky like a creamy dessert on a tray.
Vicky bent down and buried her face between Chastity's golden thighs and began to tongue her pussy voraciously.
Chastity gave a little gasp of joy and her own tongue faltered for a moment, stiffening in sympathy with her clit and missing a stroke or two. Then she began lapping merrily away again and the two girls fell into the happy tempo of a sixty-nine.
Chastity didn't know which end of this splendid encounter she was enjoying the most. She was spilling cunt juice out and she was slurping cunt juice in, and both thrills were so great that she could not decide between them-nor, under the circumstances, was there any need to make such a decision.
What a clever girl Vicky had been to think of such a lovely way to finish off their lovemaking!
And to start it while they still had plenty of time left, too, for Chastity did not want to rush through this final coupling, didn't want to simply devour Vicky's pussy like a glutton and have Vicky milk her cunt off with haste and dispatch. Those orgasms were wonderful, certainly, and the best part of it. But why rush that creamy culmination when there was so much pleasure along the way?
They sixty-nined that way for a while, with Vicky on top, then they rolled over, by tacit agreement, and Chastity got on top. Changing their positions added a new dimension to the sensations. Chastity's head was going up and down like a woodpecker between the dark girl's parted thighs and raised knees while, at the other end, her ass was grinding and pumping as she rubbed her pussy into Vicky's face.
Chastity slurped up the length of Vicky's open cunt crack with her nimble tongue and, reaching the top, used her lips to pull lovingly on the tingling bead of her clit. Then she went down even lower, running her questing tongue up the crack of the girl's ass. That, too, provided a new dimension. She was surprised to find that she enjoyed licking an ass and, going still lower, she pushed her tongue right into Vicky's taut asshole.
Vicky gasped and rolled her haunches up so that the blonde could rim her ass more readily. This was new to Vicky, too, despite her vast experience. She craned her neck up and sampled a snack of Chastity's asshole, in turn. Then, together, they began sucking cunt again.
They rolled onto their flanks then.
Since this joyful act was to be equal, a mutual sharing of pleasure, it didn't seem right that either of them should be on top-or on the bottom-at the moment of their climax and, inverted side by side, they began to work hungrily towards the peak.
Vicky's cunt lips were dragging on Chastity's tongue, pulling it right up into her fuck hole. That hole was smoldering and starting to flow with rivers of cunt cream.
"Are you ready?" Chastity gasped.
Vicky's muffled response was affirmative.
Chastity let the thrill loose in her own shimmering pussy as she redoubled her cunt-lapping efforts.
They wanted to cream at the same instant.
And, in complete physical accord, they did.
They shared the same thrill. It ran through both their hot bodies like an electric, high-voltage current, stepped up in their mouths and transformed in their cunts. It held them together just as if it had truly been an electric charge. They could not have broken off this embrace even if they had wished to-and that was the last thing they wished.
As they shared the same thrill, so did they seem to be sharing the same creamy load of cunt juice.
Drinking the stuff in her mouth, Chastity felt as if it were running straight through her torso and pumping out into Vicky's mouth. In this enclosed circuit, it seemed as if it might never end, as if they might go on drinking the same pussy nectar for hours, days, weeks, recycling the hot stuff back and forth. This was conservation of energy at its best, a carnal machine that oiled itself and functioned without friction.
So much cunt juice was flooding into Chastity's mouth that she might have been drinking the Mississippi River while an equal torrent streamed from the delta of her groin to wash Vicky in a deluge. Moaning and whimpering and gasping, the two horny teenagers ground together in the throes of ecstasy.
At last they reached the crest.
They melted together in wondrous release and the highest peak passed, but still they kept coming in a multiple orgasm that subsided slowly but did not stop for a long time and left both of them limp and panting. They continued to tongue-fuck each other for a while, lovingly and tenderly, even after the thrill had finally ceased. And when they had stopped that gentle licking they still lay together, faces buried in crotches, as they panted their way to recovery.
They almost fell asleep that way-which would have been quite a shock for Vicky's parents.
But at last they moved apart.
Chastity began to put her clothing on. Vicky watched her, sorry to see all that gorgeous girl-flesh disappear into garments.
"Want to come over again tomorrow?" Vicky asked.
"Um-hum," said Chastity.
Vicky giggled. "With all this cuntsucking and dildo-fucking, how will I have time left for all the boys I used to fuck?"
Chastity giggled too. "That remind me, Vicky-I still want to borrow your big rubber prick."
Vicky looked at her in amazement.
After all that cunt-sucking, could she still be horny?
Vicky wondered if she had turned the girl on too much.
"I better get you a paper bag," Vicky said. "You can't very well walk home with a dildo in your hand."
"Yes," Chastity agreed. "No, wait-I have a better place to hide it, Vicky."
Vicky looked curious.
Chastity gave her a wink and a smile and lifted her skirt. She parted her thighs and slowly fed the rubber cock up her cunt. She squirmed around, getting comfortable on the fat load.
Vicky stared at the blonde virgin in awe. Promiscuous, herself, Vicky simply had to respect a girl who would walk home with a cuntful of rubber prick.
The leather harness was hanging down below the hem of her skirt and Chastity drew it up and knotted it around her hips. Then she walked back and forth across the room a couple times, getting used to stepping out with her cunt stuffed to the brim with rubber prick.
"It feels lovely," she said.
Vicky went to the door with Chastity and they kissed and promised each other that they would get together again the next day. Then Chastity left. Vicky stood in the doorway, watching her walk down the street, her gait rather strange.
Vicky smiled. Vicky was looking forward to tomorrow and she was very happy at having made such a wonderful new friend.
That night, for the first time in ages, Vicky stayed home, and some horny boy had to do without a piece of ass...
CHAPTER EIGHT
Walking home was fun for Chastity.
Her cunt was clutching on the dildo, squishing juicily. Chastity thought that she could even have had an orgasm that way, simply by walking with a cuntful of rubber cock, had she not been milked off so completely by Vicky. She moved slowly, enjoying the sensation. She felt full of prick and she loved that feeling and, even though she wasn't really horny now, it convinced her that she simply had to get some boy to fuck her with a real cock-and very soon, as well.
Halfway home, she met a group of boys that she knew from school, standing on a street corner and smoking cigarettes and pretending to be worldly.
Chastity had never dated any of them, nor did she fancy any of them. She considered them lower class louts and was not impressed by the way they dangled cigarettes from their lips. Normally, she would have simply given them a cool nod and walked on-although she would have enjoyed knowing that they were looking at her swaying ass as she walked away-but under the present circumstances, she paused to chat.
It was thrilling to be talking with boys while her cunt was stuffed full of rubber prick.
If only they knew!
She squirmed around as they talked, and they gave her funny looks, and she smiled in a mysterious fashion.
She wondered if any of them had big pricks.
Louts they might be, but a lout with a big cock was preferable to a gentleman with a small one, she thought, and the thought caused her to giggle-and the giggle caused them to stare speculatively at her and wonder if perhaps she was not the good girl they had always supposed. She even seemed to be gazing at their cock-bulges.
"How about if we go out together, some night?" asked the boldest of the lads-as much to impress his companions with his smooth line as through any real hope that Chastity would say yes.
"We'll see," she said. "Phone me sometime."
The lad swelled with pride-and his crotch began to swell with bursting balls and hardening cock.
She lingered for a few more minutes, in half a mind to fuck these young men-all of them! If her good friend Vicky recommended getting gang-banged, it was good enough for her. But still, she didn't want her reputation ruined on a whim of the moment and then, too, she was still a virgin. It didn't seem quite proper, somehow, to lose her cherry in the midst of a cluster-fuck.
"Well, see you around, boys," she said.
She walked on and the boys scratched their heads and gazed at her nubile ass and wondered why she was walking in such a strange fashion. She seemed sort of stiff, yet graceful at the same time.
"Maybe she just got laid," one suggested.
They gaped at each other.
"You think?"
"Might be."
"Jeez-would I love to get into her pants!"
"You and me, too."
"Maybe I will," said the vain lad who had been bold enough to suggest that they date.
These speculations were driving the lads wild with desire. Desperate with puberty at the best of times, they now began to squirm as their balls swelled and their cocks hardened. They shared a common urge to pound their pricks to a frazzle. But they could never admit this to one another, for all of them pretended to be getting regular pussy-although all, in truth, were virgins-and so they tried to conceal the growing lumps in their tight jeans and smoked their worldly cigarettes and waited a decent length of time. Then each of them claimed that he had a sexy girlfriend waiting, and they went their separate ways.
They moved off casually until they were out of sight of the others, then broke into urgent running gaits, hastening to their homes and the privacy of their bedrooms.
Every one of those lusty lads proceeded to beat his meat to a frenzied ejaculation.
A gallon of jism must have been spilled that afternoon, as they thought about sexy Chastity.
Chastity would have loved it, had she only known...
Farther along, Chastity met a girl she knew casually, a good-looking redhead named Wanda.
They stopped to exchange a few words and, with her new experience of girls, Chastity found this almost as exciting as it had been chatting with the boys.
She eyed Wanda thoughtfully.
I wonder if she might be interested in getting sucked off? Chastity asked herself. I'll bet that she has a real juicy pussy with lots of curly red hair on it.
In fact, she almost came right out and asked Wanda if she would like to have her cunt sucked, but it didn't seem the sort of thing to come out with right out of the blue, standing on a public street and, if Wanda refused, it could be very embarrassing. Then, too, it would be sort of unfaithful to Vicky to suck some other girls pussy on the very same day that she and Vicky had become lovers.
So Chastity did not make the suggestion.
But, in fact, it would have been well received.
When Chastity strolled off, walking around with a load of rubber prick, Wanda gazed after her in the same way that the boys had. Then Wanda went home and stripped naked and, thinking about Chastity, whom she supposed to be chaste, finger-fucked herself to a froth.
Chastity would have enjoyed knowing that, too...
When she got home, her mother was busily preparing dinner and her father was reading the afternoon newspaper, and Chastity still had the dildo up her pussy.
"Hi, Daddy," she said-and even those insipid words seemed thrilling, with her secret cache of cock.
She wasn't sure about those boys on the street corner-but she knew full well how big her father's prick was!
"You're late, dear," said her mother.
"Yeah-I stopped at a friend's house," said Chastity. And that was the absolute truth.
Well, I'm glad you're home now. We have to eat early tonight, Chastity. I'm going to a charity function."
Chastity's mother was big on charity.
Chastity had some pussy she wanted to give charitably away, herself. She smiled at that impish thought. Then she had another thought. If her mother was going out, she would be alone in the house with her daddy-her daddy who liked to spy on her in the bathtub!
Oh! Did she dare?
She could well imagine how the man would feel if he were to see his daughter using a rubber cock on herself!
And yet he could hardly castigate the girl-since he was the one who was sneaking around playing the voyeur.
Well, time would tell.
When they sat down to dinner, the naughty teenager still had the dildo up her cunt and it felt very nice, indeed, as she squirmed around at the table and thought about what she might do, if she could work up the nerve. Her father kept gazing at her and she pretended not to notice. She ate with a hearty appetite, hungry despite the enormous amount of cunt juice that she had recently consumed.
As soon as the meal was over, her mother left the house.
Her father went to his study to finish the paper.
Chastity knew what to do then.
She would leave it up to him.
After all, if her daddy wanted to spy on her, in her own bedroom, she was not to blame!
Chastity stood in the doorway of her father's study.
She tried to look as sexy as she could, without being too obvious about it, so that there was a strange ambiguity about her appearance. Her wide blue eyes were innocent and she stood with one nubile hip thrust provocatively out and her back arched so that her full, firm tits were pressing against her blouse.
"I'm going to my room now, Daddy," she announced.
John looked up from his newspaper.
Chastity smiled demurely at all.
"Fine," he said, and lowered his eyes again.
She lingered for a moment, then turned and moved out the door, her ass swinging, in case the man had looked up to sneak a parting glance at his sexy teenaged daughter.
She went upstairs.
She left the door of her bedroom open a little-just enough so that someone standing in the hallway could peer in through the crack without being seen from within-or, at least, without knowing that he was being watched, as he watched.
Would he come?
Chastity certainly hoped so.
Then she set about setting the scene so that, if he did come, he was going to have something very interesting to see.
She took off all of her clothing.
She untied the leather harness and pulled the sodden rubber cock out of her cunt. She felt empty without that big staffer-she had gotten used to having a nice, full pussy. But that hot little pussy was not going to be vacant for long, one way or the other.
She played with her tits for a minute, to get the nipples taut and stiff, then she sat down on the edge of the bed, facing towards the open doorway, so that anyone looking in from the hall would have a full frontal view of her tits and, more important, her cunt. She sat with her elegant legs parted, her crotch in full view.
She lifted the dildo and, seeing that it was slathered with tasty cunt juice-although, being her own cunt juice, it was not as interesting as if it had come from some other girl-she slipped it into her lips and sucked softly.
She listened carefully, too.
She could not hear her father approaching.
Hadn't he got the message?
She sucked a bit harder on the rubber prick.
A devilish look came over her face.
Pulling the prick out of her lips, she moaned softly-but not so softly that it would not be heard downstairs, in case someone happened to be listening for such a sound.
"Ummmmmmm," she sighed, in simulated passion.
And then she smiled with delight.
Chastity had heard a furtive footstep on the stairs...
CHAPTER NINE
John Wellington's hands shook so hard that the newspaper billowed like a sail in the wind. He tried to ignore that sensual moaning from upstairs, to pretend that he had not heard it. Earlier, he had tried not to look at his sexy daughter after his wife had gone out, as well, and he had not intended to make any attempt to spy on her when the two of them were alone in the house.
It was, he calculated, too dangerous. For John had not the slightest intention of ever committing an incestuous act with his daughter. He liked to look at her body, that was all. And he saw little harm in that-as long as he kept his hands off her, and she didn't realize that her daddy was spying on her. In fact, he had been turned on by Chastity for some time now, ever since he had first-by genuine accident-seen her naked charms. He had been driven to a maddened frenzy and had to beat his meat violently before he could cool down,
Afterwards, he had been torn by guilt and shame and remorse, regretting his thoughts and his latent desires-until the next time that he happened, not quite by accident, this second time, but not quite by design, either-to see Chastity undressed.
Soon enough, the tormented man managed to come to grips with the situation and peace with his conscience.
He had reasoned that there could be little harm in just looking at her, and no danger that he might take matters further. It might not be quite proper to think about his teenaged daughter when he was jacking his prick, and it was certainly not nice to pretend he was fucking her while he was fucking her mother. But it was not really wicked or sinful, either. It was just naughty enough to add a thrill of depravity and perversion to his frequent ejaculations.
After he had considered it that way, John had begun to spy on Chastity a great deal of the time, in various places and at odd times. He had caught her in the bathtub a lot, and seen her glistening under the shower, all foamy with soap-soap that seemed, to his fevered mind, the same color and consistency as the jism he would soon pump out of his own balls-and he had seen her, in her bedroom, both in the act of dressing and that of undressing. He had looked up her skirt a few times and down her blouse quite often. And, several times, driven beyond self-restraint, he had been compelled to give her a look at his prick-but always in a seemingly natural way, as when he had to piss while she was in the bathroom-and he had never shown her a full hard-on, although his cock could hardly be completely limp when it was being displayed to her.
But now things had changed.
When he had seen Chastity giving herself a bathtub hand-job that morning, John had realized that she was no longer an innocent little girl, and he had feared his own reactions.
Knowing that Chastity had discovered sexual pleasure, he felt that he could not trust himself to keep it within the domain of harmless pretense and fantasy. Her certainly didn't think that he would ever go so far as to, fuck his daughter, but he was afraid that he might lose control and flash a fully erect prick at her, or perhaps begin to touch her erotic zones under some feeble guise or other.
So he had determined to stop looking at her such times that it might get out of hand.
It was okay as long as his wife was in the house-and handy, as well, to have a sexy, older model of Chastity into whose mouth or cunt he could empty his raging cock and balls after he had got all worked up from looking at the teenager.
But when they were alone at home, he figured it would be safest to avoid all visual contact, and that was just what he was trying to do this evening...
But then he heard those soft, sensual moans.
Oh, Christ, he thought, hands shaking and jaw clenching. The little minx is at her cunt again!
He tried. He tried hard. He stared at the newspaper and attempted to continue reading, but all the letters started to run across the page, blurred and meaningless. He threw the paper down and went to his desk. There was a humidor and a pipe rack there and he tried to fill a pipe, thinking that maybe a smoke would relax him and calm him. He had never heard of a pipe-smoking voyeur. But his hands were trembling too much. He spilled tobacco on the floor and decided that he didn't want to smoke, after all.
A drink!
That was just the thing to soothe a fellow.
John headed for the liquor cabinet-then stopped dead, appalled by the possibilities. What on earth was he thinking of? The last thing he wanted was to have his inhibitions drowned by alcohol when he was alone in the house with Chastity! It was hard enough to restrain his urges sober-drunk, there was no telling to what depths of depravity he might let himself descend.
From above came another passionate moaning.
John rolled his eyes and gnashed his teeth and felt his big prick start to swell with fuck-lust.
Well, as long as he was sober and in control of himself, wasn't it better to sneak a look-or even just a listen at the door-than to go through such torment?
He had confidence in his willpower. Or so he told himself, to reassure his conscience that this was the right decision and not simply a matter of rationalization.
Yes, it was the obvious thing to do. If he remained here in frustration, his cock was going to get more and more excited and his balls were going to get fuller and fuller and he might get so carried away that he would do something rash.
On the other hand, if he spied on her through the keyhole and jacked himself off at the same time, he would relieve the terrible pressure in a harmless manner. Once he had emptied his balls, he would be able to return to his newspaper and his pipe and have a drink and that would be the end of it.
Yes, that was certainly the safest way.
John Wellington, pleased at the logic of it and rampant as a stallion, went sneaking up the stairs...
Her door was ajar!
John saw a slit of light blocked against the wall opposite her door and knew it was open a crack-just enough to peer in without revealing his presence.
Why would the girl leave her door ajar while she was giving herself a finger-fucking?
John figured it was a manifestation of her purity and innocence, that the girl was too naive to imagine that anyone might be spying on her-that maybe she was so innocent that she didn't even realize what she was doing, knowing only that it felt good to touch herself in that way and not realizing that it was a sexual act. She probably had just discovered her clit! She most likely thought that a hand-job was wholesome! He felt sure that was true, that she had not the faintest idea that it was naughty to masturbate-nor even that masturbating was what she was doing. He felt pleased as he gave the girl the benefit of the doubt.
He was shocked, a moment later, when he saw how totally wrong that assumption had been...
John tiptoed down to the partially open door, his cock so bloated that he had to walk bow-legged. Before he sneaked a look in, he opened his fly and hauled his cock and balls out. The big cock rod felt like a heated crowbar. The swollen head was throbbing and the dark veins were pulsing and his balls were like over-inflated balloons, ready to burst. He folded his fist around the root of his cock, all set to start jacking away the moment he had a sight of the girl, intent on draining his desire by hand before he got so carried away that he felt the terrible impulse to do something really wicked.
Then, with his organ on full cock and set to fire and his hand ready to pull the meaty trigger, he peered in through the narrow crack.
John almost fainted.
His mind seemed to swell up as if, like his balls, it was ready to ejaculate-as if it were going to spurt out erotic brainwaves as thick and creamy as cum...
The nubile girl sat on the bed, facing the door, with her shapely thighs spread wide open. Her face was a mask of passion, her head was thrown back and turning slowly from side to side. She was biting her lower lip and her left hand was playing with her tits.
But it was her right hand that blew his mind.
For, with that hand, the girl was slowly pushing a fat rubber cock in and out of her cunt!
John's mouth dropped open so wide that his jaw rebounded from his breastbone and his eyes popped out like hard-boiled eggs. He gasped out loud, but Chastity did not seem to hear the sound-for there was no break in the rhythm of her movements.
What a sight it was!
She squirmed as she fed the rubber cock into her hot fuck hole. Her clit was stiff and steaming and cunt juice was pouring from her pussy slot and seeping down her churning crotch. When she pulled the dildo out, her pink cunt lips were dragged after it, turning inside out as they sucked on the rod. The leather straps of the harness seemed to caress her thighs as they were drawn up behind the cock. Her pussy was making moist, slurping sounds. Her mouth trembled as she whimpered with fuck-lust.
John stood frozen.
He was too shocked to react in any way other than to simply gape at the scene. He even forgot to jack his prick.
"Ummm-ummmmmm," she purred as the rubber prick was fucked deep into her pussy. Then she pulled it slowly out, rotating her hips around it.
John was panting heavily, his chest heaving.
It seemed that the girl on the bed must hear the labored sound of his lungs as he lurked there at the partly open door, but she gave no sign of it.
He figured that she must be so wrapped up in the pleasure of what she was doing that all external sounds and sights were cunt off.
Where had she got a dildo? he wondered. Was she depraved? Was he out of touch with the modern, permissive society, perhaps? Did all teenaged girls fuck themselves silly with rubber pricks these days? Was Chastity still a virgin, using that phallic device to protect her cherry? Or was it simply an occasional substitute for a real cock? She certainly seemed to love it and to be an expert in the use of it.
The dildo pulled out, slathered with cunt juice.
This time, Chastity pulled it all the way out of her pussy.
Has she come? John wondered. He had not noticed any particular frenzy at the last fuck-stroke, and he couldn't be sure.
But then she brought the soaking rubber cock up to her lips and began to lick it, laving it with her hot tongue.
Oh my God! thought John.
She must be depraved!
She's licking her own cunt juice off that perverted prong! Does that mean that naughty girl likes pussy as well as prick? He stared in awe. Chastity had lapped the cock knob to a luster. Holding the dildo by the hilt, she slowly fed it into her lips, sucking on it. Her cheeks hollowed in as she pulled merrily away, just as if it were a real cock and she was a cock-sucker, steadily working for a result, expertly milking a load of cum into her mouth.
His own cock was thundering wildly, driven by envy and jealousy, wanting the attention that the girl was paying to that lifeless rubber cock. John felt his prick pulse and throb and remembered that he still gripped it by the hilt and that he was all set to jack off-but that he had forgotten and neglected his cock meat in his state of shock.
He gave his prick a slow pull.
The cock knob flared out like a hooded cobra's head prepared to strike, bubbling with his carnal venom.
Chastity drew the well-sucked dildo from her lips, kissed it tenderly on the snout and then moved it back down to her creamy crotch. She began to slip it up her cunt again. She was angling it so that it would rub across her clit, and her eyes glazed with lust.
John thought: Now she's going to finish fucking herself to a climax!
He began to pull his prick savagely up and down, wanting to time it so that his jism spurted out at the same time that his daughter's cunt creamed on the dildo.
But then, with the rubber cock all the way up her pussy, Chastity opened her eyes wide and looked towards the door.
John froze in mid-stroke, his fist halfway up his cock shaft.
Had she heard him?
Should he try to sneak away?
But the girl was smiling.
"Why don't you come on in, Daddy," said that naughty nymphette.
CHAPTER TEN
John felt mesmerized.
She knew! She knew that he had been watching her-and she had not stopped! She had been putting on that performance for his benefit, and that dark knowledge surged through his being with such force that his whole body felt as taut and vibrant as his cock, as swollen with desire as his balls. He felt as if it were cum, not blood, that ran through his veins-that it was the thrill of an orgasm that was sparking across his nerves.
He had a wild impulse to flee in shame and remorse and, yes, in fear. How could he face her with his cock in his hand, with that rubber prick stuck up her cunt?
But he had an even stronger impulse-a compulsion-to go into the girl's bedroom.
She called again. "Daddy? You might as well come in. You can see better up close." And she giggled.
John pushed the door open and stepped in.
When Chastity saw that he had his cock out-and how truly huge his fucker was-she stopped giggling. But she continued to smile coquettishly. He stopped just inside the doorway. His prick was pointing at her as if it were a divining rod directing the way to her fluids, pointing out where to bore for cunt juice.
She stared at the swollen purple wedge of his cock head, fascinated, and he stared back at her soaking crotch.
"How long have you known?" he croaked.
"Oh, just since this morning," the girl said. "I saw you in the looking glass while I was fingering myself in the bathtub. But that got me thinking and I realized that you'd been watching me for quite a while. That's why I went right ahead and finished up with what I was doing-because I knew you wanted to see me come."
John started to speak, then paused. What in hell could he say, after all? He hung his head-but he didn't lower his gaze so far that he was no longer looking at her pussy.
Chastity said: "Then, afterwards, I was watching when you screwed Mom in the kitchen. That showed me why you enjoy watching people-I sure liked to see you put it to Mom."
"Well, I'm glad that you aren't shocked or disgusted," John said. "I know it's wrong but-"
"Wrong? Naw! once I got used to the idea-which took about three seconds-I loved to know that you found me watchable. That's why I brought this rubber prick home, actually. I never used one before today." That was true, although she saw no reason to mention how she and Vicky had used it on each other. "I kind of figured it would really turn you on to see me fucking myself with a dildo."
"It certainly did," he admitted.
"You were jacking off in the hall, huh?"
"Yes-I had to."
"Oh? Wasn't there-an alternative?" she asked, tilting her head to one side and giving him a meaningful look.
It took the man a moment or two before he realized what his daughter was suggesting. Then he was scandalized.
"Chastity! Do you know what you're saying?"
"Sure. Incest. It's awfully naughty, huh?"
John gasped and turned pale. It was hard enough to resist the urge before. How on earth could he resist that terrible impulse if his daughter was willing?
Chastity saw that perhaps she was moving a bit too fast for her father to get used to the idea. After all, she had been thinking about it-off and on-all day. Off and on Vicky, she thought, and giggled again. She pulled the dildo out of her pussy. Cunt juice gushed out and ran down into the crack of her ass.
"I borrowed this from a friend," she said casually.
"I-I'd better leave," John rasped.
"Oh, don't be silly. Why go? I mean, you know that I'll be in here fucking myself silly, and I know that you'll be in another room fucking your fist. It seems pointless for you to leave."
She had a point, John thought-or, at least, that was what he wanted to think.
He said, "But, honey, we mustn't-"
Chastity was playing her cards right. She said: "We don't have to do anything-touch each other or anything like that. But we're both going to be masturbating, anyhow-so we might as well have the added pleasure of watching each other do it, right?"
He started to refuse.
His mouth worked but the words would not come out.
And, after all, what was the harm in it? He had already been watching her and he had made a point of exhibiting his prick for her. Was it any worse to jerk off in front of her?
"All right," he whispered.
"Oh, this ought to be fun!" said the naughty girl.
She cupped her plump tits together, deepening the cleavage and running her thumbs back and forth across the nipples. The sight of those juicy tits made his mouth water. Then she dipped one hand down between her legs and began to finger-fuck her pussy.
John's fist was still fastened on the root of his prick, as if glued there by some carnal adhesive. He looked down at his cock, hardly able to believe what he was about to do-that he was going to jack off in front of his daughter.
His fist slowly pulled up.
His foreskin curled up over the ledge behind his fat prick knob and then, as his fist drew back, the head of his cock stood out, throbbing and flaring, the tip already bubbling with pre-cum.
Chastity's eyes glowed as she stared at his prick.
"Oh, I want to see the stuff shoot out of you," she whimpered, as her own hand made love to her cunt.
There was a drumming in his ears and his vision seemed to blur around the edges so that he was focused only on her cunt and he heard nothing but her passionate sighs and the fluid sounds that her pussy made as it sucked on her fingers.
Groaning, he began to pound his cock meat faster, his fist fairly skimming up and down his hot prick. His cock got bigger and bigger and her eyes, fixed upon it, got bigger and bigger, as well. Her hand started to move faster. She worked to time her climax to coincide with her father's, wanting them to come together, sharing an orgasm even though they had to share it over a distance.
"Ooooh! Come, Daddy!" the naughty nymphette wailed. "I'm going to cream-shoot that hot stuff out!"
John howled like a beast in torment.
His balls exploded.
The thick jism hosed from the head of his cock and shot high into the air, tumbling across the room and hanging suspended for a moment, like a seminal cloud, before it splashed onto the floor by her feet. Chastity watched the spunk shoot out and felt her own cunt juice start to flood. John pumped out load after load, draining his balls to the dregs and jetting the cum out under tremendous pressure.
Finished, panting, he stared at Chastity.
Chastity was smiling wickedly. Then the smile vanished as her lips twisted into sensual ecstasy and her father stared at her and watched her pussy melt and flow and empty itself on her hand.
Now that his passion had been spent, John Wellington was thoroughly ashamed of himself.
He tucked his softening cock back into his trousers and zipped them up with a quick, defensive jerk.
Chastity did not seem at all ashamed, however.
She was smiling contentedly.
"That was fun," she said.
"It's wrong," he said, still panting for breath.
"Ummm-but fun, just the same. Can we do it again, sometime?"
Like right now, she was thinking. But she could see that her father was no longer in the mood and that with his balls emptied his inhibitions were once again in control.
"No," he said, but without much conviction in his tone.
"How come?" she asked. "I mean, since we already did it once, it can't make much difference if we do it other times, can it? And as long as we don't touch each other, it's not really wicked."
"I-I don't know," he said.
She laughed. "It just saves space," she said. "Since we're both doing it, why should we take up space in separate rooms?"
His daughter, thought John, was gifted with a certain curious sense of logic-a logic that was hard to refute.
He said: "Well, maybe. We'll see. But you must remember that we can't touch each other, Chastity."
Her eyes got big and innocent.
"Oh, sure-we'd never do a real bad thing like that, would we, Daddy?" she said, and she sounded serious. But John detected a hint of amusement, if not mockery, in her gaze.
"I hope not," he said.
Then he turned, weak in the knees, as if he had shot his muscle out with his jism, and left the room. Chastity looked after him, her gaze speculative.
It might take time, she was thinking.
But, despite her father's determination that they must not touch each other, that they must keep their amusements visual and at a safe distance, Chastity felt confident that, in the end, she was going to get some of that massive prick.
Which was just what she wanted-incest be damned.
She waited on the bed until she heard him go down the stairs and then the wicked little girl slid down to the floor on her hands and knees.
She lowered her head.
Chastity, thrilled by the perfect depravity of what she was doing, began to lick her daddy's cum up from the floor...
CHAPTER ELEVEN
Chastity told Vicky about it the next day.
They had just gone back to Vicky's house after school and they hadn't started making love yet. They were sitting on Vicky's bed and Vicky, although promiscuous herself, was amazed by the tale.
"And so then I licked his cum up," Chastity concluded. "It was delicious. Daddy's cum was almost as yummy as your cunt juice." She knew that would please her dark-haired friend.
"But it only made me want some of the stuff straight out of his prick! I figure jism must be even tastier when you got a mouthful of cock meat to go with it."
"Yeah, that's so," Vicky told her, speaking from experience that Chastity did not yet have. "But gee ... your own father?"
"Sure, why not? He has a real big cock."
"Boy you are really dirty!" Vicky said.
Chastity took that as a compliment and grinned.
"I sure am," she said. "And I'm still a virgin, even! Think how terrible I'll be when I grow up!"
And then Vicky, who had no desire to fuck her own father, but who had nevertheless been aroused by hearing how Chastity and her daddy had jerked off together, began to stroke the blonde girl's thighs. Pretty soon they were sixty-nining with gusto and, knowing each other better now, they enjoyed it even more than they had the day before...
"You think you'll really get to blow your Dad?" Vicky asked later, returning to that intriguing topic.
"Yeah, I think so-I hope so."
"Will you-?"
"Fuck him? Ummm, that, too."
Vicky shook her head in wonderment.
"I guess we'll have to work up to it by degrees, though," Chastity said. "A step at a time-and a lot of fun every step of the way."
Such happy expectations were stimulating. The girls ate each other out again.
* * *
But Chastity did not get a chance to begin the gradual seduction of her daddy for several days. For one thing, her mother was home most of the time, but also, John seemed to be avoiding his daughter, refusing even to meet her impish gaze or acknowledge her conspiratorial smiles. During that time, Chastity turned down several dates.
Her mind was made up.
She wanted her first serious sexual encounter-whatever it turned out to be-to happen with her daddy. And she had a pretty good idea that, horny as she was now, she would be an easy fuck for the next young man who took her out on a date. She avoided that sin-and planned a far more exciting one.
Then opportunity knocked.
Another charity affair came due on Mrs. Wellington's schedule. When she mentioned this, John shot a nervous glance towards Chastity and said: "Must you attend dear?"
"Of course, John," said his wife. "After all, it's all in a good cause-it's charity."
"Yes, of course," he said.
In point of fact, what it was that her lover, who was from out of town, had arrived on another business trip, and the charity involved Mrs. Wellington giving him plenty of free head and cunt, but neither her husband nor her daughter knew this. Nor would they have cared-for it left them alone together once more...
John was behind his newspaper again, holding it up before him like a shield, when Charity came into the room.
"You avoiding me, Daddy?" she asked.
"Sort of," he said, from behind the paper. Smoke trailed up as he puffed on his soothing pipe and a glass clinked as he sipped at his drink-all behind the defensive newspaper.
He had thought a great deal about what they had done and although those were fond memories, he didn't think it would be wise to get into the habit of jerking off in front of his daughter-nor did he quite trust himself to limit their mutual pleasure to the visual.
He had been avoiding Chastity because he knew damned well he could not resist her. But he wasn't trying all that hard, either-for he had poured himself a drink and felt his inhibitions fading.
Now he lowered the paper and looked at her.
She was wearing a tight skirt and a tee shirt that showed the twin peaks of her nipples.
"Don't you like me anymore?" she asked, mocking him.
"Of course I do, honey, but-"
"Lost respect for me? Is that it?"
"I lost more respect for myself," he said.
She came over to his chair and knelt down. He flinched slightly, but she was just kneeling there, not touching him at all.
"Want to know something?" she asked.
He nodded cautiously.
"I'm a virgin."
It surprised John somewhat that a girl who was still cherry could be so bold about an incestuous encounter.
"That's good," he said. Then he thought that sounded inadequate and said: "I'm glad you aren't-errr-lewd."
"Yes-but it's a shame that I won't be able to remain a virgin for much longer," she said wistfully.
John looked puzzled.
"Why is that?" he asked.
"Why, because I'm horny all the time," she told him, as if that should have been self-evident.
John said: "Oh," and he knew that, too, was inadequate.
"Anyhow, you saved me for almost a week," she said. "The longer a girl can hold out, the better."
Now John was truly puzzled.
"I saved you? I don't get it."
"Why, on account of what we did a few days ago," she explained. "I enjoyed that so much, and it left me so satisfied, that I've been able to turn down all the boys who want to fuck me. But now I'm starting to get real hot again, so I guess I'll be getting fucked pretty soon, Daddy. Oh, well-it's a shame, but I'll just have to kiss my cherry good-bye and turn into a tramp, I guess."
John was staring at her in amazement.
She gave him a demure smile.
"Is that true?" he asked.
"Would I lie to you, Daddy?" she said, with those big blue eyes gone all wide and innocent.
Once again, John was amazed at his daughter's logic.
"I'd hate for you to lose your virginity before you're ready to, honey."
"Well, you could help, if you wanted to," she said. "If you weren't so silly and didn't get embarrassed and-and if you didn't value your own morality more than you value my cherry."
The newspaper fell from his fingers and fluttered to the floor. He stared at Chastity.
"Do you mean to say that I can ensure your chastity by-by watching you and letting you watch me-jerk off?" he asked incredulously.
"Oh, sure," she said. "If you wanted to."
"Without doing anything more?"
Chastity hesitated for just a split second, but she managed to hide her impish grin and her father failed to identify the reason for that momentary hesitation before she replied.
"We wouldn't have to do anything else, Daddy," she said.
John was astounded. He had never realized that a girl's virginity could be so easily protected. Why, what sort of a failure was he, as a father, not to have seen such an obvious thing?
It was his paternal duty, no doubt of that.
Chastity saw his expression change and the girl smiled, knowing that the next stage in the seduction was upon them.
John suggested that they do it where they were, in the study. He had a good reason for that. He felt that there would be less danger of getting carried away if they were doing it in a room that was not equipped with a bed.
But Chastity, with opposite motives, wanted to go to her bedroom.
"I'd be too shy to finger-fuck myself in your study," she said.
That sounded sort of strange to her father, but what did he know about the hang-ups that a teenage virgin might have? If she said it, it must be reasonable.
To the bedroom they went.
John walked a few paces behind his daughter-for several reasons. For one thing, he was still slightly reluctant, although his cock was starting to swell and harden, while the girl was willing and eager. For another, he didn't want to get close enough to her to touch her, even by mistake, for fear of the fondling that might start automatically, and get carried too far. And the third reason-more pleasant than the other two-was that he loved to look at her sexy ass sway as she walked up the stairs. By the time they entered her bedroom, his prick was as hard as an iron bar and steaming hot.
Chastity moved right over to the bed.
John stopped halfway across the room, about where he had stood the last time they had done this.
She began to undress immediately.
He cupped his cock-bulge through his pants but waited, watching as she squirmed lithely from her clothing. Her nipples were nice and stiff and there was already a trace of cunt juice trickling down the insides of her thighs.
"Will you take your clothes off, too, Daddy?" she asked.
John hesitated. Would that make it more risky? he wondered.
"It won't be any naughtier," she said, correctly interpreting his doubts. "I mean, I'll be looking at your cock and balls and watching you shoot-it doesn't matter if the rest of you is naked, too."
That was reasonable.
John stripped his clothing off and stood naked, his feet spread wide apart on the floor in order to give his swollen balls some room between his legs and his ass hiked forwards so that his mighty prick was thrusting out towards the horny teenager.
"Oh, that looks so good," she sighed.
John felt flattered by his daughter's high regard for his cock, although he was well aware that it was a big one.
She sat on the edge of the bed, as before.
John grasped a handful of cock, ready to start pumping. He waited for the girl to begin fingering her pussy.
"Come a little closer?" she whispered.
Was she blind? He would have to take her to an optometrist, he thought-that was his parental duty.
Just like it was his parental duty to let her watch him beat his cock meat in order to keep her pure.
He shuffled a few feet closer to the bed.
"Closer?" she pleaded.
"No touching!" he admonished her.
"Oh, no! I wouldn't do a naughty thing like that, Daddy. Just come close enough so-" She blushed and lowered her eyelashes. "So when you shoot, your cum splashes on me! Okay?"
Her words, and the idea, caused his prick to thunder with redoubled violence. The very idea of having his hot jism shooting all over his naked daughter was maddeningly inviting, and he could just imagine what a thrill it would be to see the slimy stuff sliding over her smooth flesh. Would that be a more indecent act than if he shot on the floor? Would it be closer to a form of incest?
Again the clever, cum-loving girl read his thoughts. "That won't be as if we were touching each other, Daddy-once your cum has shot out of your cock, it's not a part of you any longer, right?"
Right! Again, her logic prevailed.
John stepped up close to her as she perched there on the very edge of the bed, trembling with excitement. He held his cock out, angled up. The big purple prick knob towered out above her thrusting tits.
Chastity tipped back from the waist, her eyes glued to his prick, smiling happily. His cock head was already bubbling with blobs of boiling quicksilvery spunk and the girl's tongue and lips were getting very hungry. But she knew better than to try and rush things.
"Go slow, Daddy," she sighed.
His hand, gripping his cock meat by the hilt, was not yet in motion. He was just holding his long prick out over her like a bludgeon.
"Aren't you going to start, too?" he asked, thinking that they were going to do it simultaneously, as before.
"Not yet," she whispered. "I'm so hot that I'd cream the second I touched my clit, Daddy. I want to wait until your jism splashes over me, then I'll finger-fuck my pussy."
As if the stuff had somehow understood the girl's words, a thick blob of cum dripped from the head of his cock and splattered on her smooth belly, trailing behind it a gossamer thread. The cum drop slid down towards her pubic bush and the thread remained unbroken, as if it were a slender rope, tethering his cock head to her crotch.
He watched that solitary nugget of cum glide over her glowing skin, and a greater lust than he had ever before known filled John with a terrible urgency. He wanted to shoot cum all over his daughter-to see her naked, nubile body bathed in the stuff, awash with his jism.
John began to pump his prick.
Chastity squirmed happily, awaiting his squirting cum.
"Where will you shoot?" she asked, her voice husky.
She pushed up, arching her back.
"Will you squirt it on my belly?" she asked, breathless with excitement and anticipation.
"Or on my tits?" she asked.
She cupped her fat tit mounds together and held them out under the head of his vibrant prick.
Then she slid back slightly and tilted her crotch up. She spread her cunt lips wide open.
"Want to shoot your jizz in my cunt, Daddy?" she purred.
John gasped at the thought of seeing his thick jism squirt right into the girl's open, welcoming cunt.
And then she excited him even more, if such was possible, for the wicked virgin threw her head back and her lips parted and her pink tongue pushed out.
"In my face? Want to shoot your cum in my face, Daddy? Want to squirt jizz on my tongue and on my lips?"
This choice of targets dazed the lust-mad man. His eyes scanned her as his hand flew up and down. Where should he spill his hot cum-load? Belly, tits, crotch, face-they all awaited the lava of his lust. She was holding her cunt slit open with her fingertips, cupping a tit up with the other hand. Her lips were parted and her tongue was gliding back and forth across her mouth. How could a man make such a decision?
But then he realized that he did not have to.
His balls were so full of jism now that he knew he was going to come like a cannon going off, that he would spray her with spurt after spurt and hit every target with that creamy fusillade.
"Come!" she squealed, desperate for the cum-load.
John wailed and nodded and his hand slammed down to his balls and as his long, fat prick plowed out from his fist, the cock head erupted in a great towering spray of spunk.
The first creamy jet of his cum fell on her tits.
He bent his knees and the second hot geyser squirted into her open cunt hole, sliding right into her slippery gash.
Then he lurched up again and a third foaming jet poured from his prick knob and hosed her face. The stuff fell on her lips and she lapped it up with her tongue. Jism washed over her whole face and into her blonde hair, and dripped down from her chin to join with the first branch of the stream that was flooding up from her cleavage. John groaned and kept coming. He was shooting out a river of cum, a waterfall of jism, a tide of slime that soaked the girl from crotch to brow. Rivers of cum ran down into her crotch and her mouth was so full of cum that it overflowed her open lips and cascaded down her neck.
Chastity fell back on the bed, wailing with joy.
At last John's cock was drained and he stood, with the big fuck tool still stiff in his hand, looking down at the cum-soaked virgin.
He saw her swallow.
His daughter was drinking his jism!
It was a thrilling sight, indeed. And even before Chastity applied her irrefutable logic, John knew what that logic was going to be. Since she had already swallowed his cum, how could it be naughtier if she were to drink a load directly out of his cock?
Her eyelids fluttered and her lips turned up in a cum-coated smile. She hadn't even had to finger her clit-she had come the moment she felt his hot fuck juice splash onto her.
She looked up at her daddy.
When she saw that, despite that massive unloading of his balls, his prick was as big and as hard as ever, she smiled again.
John was fairly throttling his prick, but it was like trying to choke a stone-it would not diminish.
How could it, when there on the bed was the inspirational sight of his teenaged daughter, her smooth body coated with his cum?
"I love your jism," she sighed.
He stared at her, waiting, knowing full well what the naughty girl was going to suggest.
"I love it on me-and in me," she whispered.
Already, he could feel his balls swelling with a new load.
"I love to swallow it," she said, and she showed him her tongue, with traces of spunk still creamy on the pink flesh.
But then she surprised him by side-tracking.
"I never drank cum before," she said.
He remained silent.
"But now that I know how yummy it is-" Suddenly she broke off her words and frowned as if worried.
"What's wrong?" he asked.
"Gee-that's a bad problem," said the girl. "I didn't think of that. I wanted you to shoot on me to save my virginity, see? And that worked. I mean, my cunt is satisfied, now, so I don't have to go out and let some guy fuck me. But-oh, gee-I never should have swallowed your cum!"
John squinted at her.
"Because now I want to suck a cock!" wailed the girl.
She gave him a questioning look.
The thought was wonderfully attractive, but John didn't think it seemly to let his teenaged daughter blow him. He stepped back a pace, starting to shake his head.
"Sucking cock isn't like incest, is it?" she asked. "I mean, it's not real incest-like fucking is?"
John had no idea-and no inclination to look in the dictionary in order to find out.
Uncertainly, he said: "Honey, I don't think-"
"My poor reputation!" she suddenly cried.
"Huh?"
"Well, you saved my cherry-but you've ruined my reputation, at the same time."
"I don't get it?" he said, puzzled and confused.
"Why, don't you know what kind of a reputation a girl gets when she goes around sucking pricks? It's not a good one, Daddy. It's worse than screwing. Sucking cocks is lots worse. Only really lewd girls do it-and the guys they suck are always writing their names and phone numbers up on toilet walls, afterwards. Oh, dear-I hope you won't feel too guilty and responsible when the phone rings and some guy says: 'I hear there's a girl named Chastity there that gives great head.' Because it will be all your fault, Daddy-for giving me my first taste of the sweet stuff!"
She broke off, sobbing for her ruined reputation.
Her grief seemed genuine.
John felt guilty as hell.
"Will you really have to go around blowing guys, now?" he asked.
"Oh, yes. It's such tasty stuff. I'm simply ruined ... unless ... unless maybe I only blow a man who will keep his mouth shut about my mouth being open, some nice man with a nice big cum-filled cock who won't want to gossip about me being a cock-sucker-"
She sat up on the edge of the bed again.
Once more her precise logic had confounded her father.
"Only you can save my reputation now, Daddy," she said.
And, once again, John saw his parental duty with perfect clarity...
CHAPTER TWELVE
Sitting on the edge of the bed, Chastity smiled at her father, her eyes glowing with anticipation.
He stared down at her, his face clouded by emotion. He could hardly believe that the young girl was actually going to suck his cock. Nor did he think that he should allow her to and yet he wanted it so much that he didn't have the willpower to resist. His balls were full of cum and his big prick was pounding away like a jackhammer, angled up before his loins, the cock knob reaching almost to his breastbone.
She licked her lips.
John groaned.
But Chastity had none of the doubts and inhibitions that her daddy had, and she wanted to do it as much as he wanted it done. She licked her lips.
When he saw her hot, pink tongue slip across her mouth, John began to vibrate with wild lust.
"Please, Daddy?" she asked.
His mouth worked but no words came out. His vocal cords seemed as stiff as his prick.
"I'm drooling for your cock," she whimpered.
He could not say yes-and yet he could not refuse. He just stood there, his whole body shaking violently and his prick thundering with the urgency of his fuck-lust.
Chastity took his silence for assent.
She slipped lithely from the edge of the bed and knelt on the floor in front of him. She was gazing at his prick, still licking her sweet young tips in joyous anticipation of her first-ever mouthful of cock meat. She moved closer, on her knees. John was rooted in place. He could not back away from her, nor could he advance; he could only stand there and wait for whatever his daughter was going to do.
It's wicked, he thought.
But, oh! Those sweet lips! That nimble tongue!
She moved closer still, and now she was on her knees right in front of him, her blonde head tilted slightly to one side as she studied his throbbing cock, her mouth salivating for the delicious prick meat. She looked up at his face for a moment, her eyelashes demurely fluttering and an impish smile on her mouth.
She reached out and cupped his swollen balls in her hand, lifting slightly, as if to judge the weight of all the cum they held for her.
She stroked up and down the cock shaft with the other hand, her fist skimming lightly over his flesh. The light friction caused his cock knob to flare and the shank to vibrate. The prick shaft was so taut that it seemed to be humming like a tuning fork. His balls expanded like inflating balloons.
John pushed his hips out and up; his cock rose like a soaring skyrocket, the shaft gliding through her clenched fist and the bulbous cock knob flaring out.
Chastity sighed happily and leaned closer. Her tongue came out, sweeping across her trembling lower lip a couple of times and then tapping against the underside of his cock knob, tapping lightly and then drawing back, as if she had burnt her tongue on his hot rod.
"Ooooh, Daddy, it's hot," she purred.
John groaned with lust and pushed gently on the back of her head. Chastity understood immediately what he wanted and, sighing happily, she slid her lips around the bloated head of his prick.
As his cock head slipped into her mouth she sighed, delighting in her first taste of succulent cock meat. Her lips clamped on the ledge behind the prick knob and she sucked lovingly, feeling the wedge expand and harden in her mouth. Her cheeks hollowed in until both cheeks were pressed against his cock head, pulling at the meaty mouthful.
John groaned, and again pushed gently on the back of his daughter's blonde head.
Chastity began to take more and more of his prick into her mouth, her lips descending slowly down his stalk. She took the cock head as far back into her mouth as she could, then pulled her lips slowly away until only the tip remained between them. She curled her tongue around it and then slowly, almost timidly, she sucked the cock knob back into her mouth.
John was panting now. His prick had swelled to tremendous proportions, so that her mouth was full of the cock head and her lips were turned outwards as she tried to contain it all.
She drew away, slurping.
John whimpered and then, grabbing her head, he hauled her mouth back onto his prick.
Chastity gurgled and gagged as the fat cock fucked into her mouth. The prick knob lodged in her throat and her nose nuzzled into his pubic hair.
John released her head and she began bobbing her blonde head back and forth along the length of his fucker. Her cheeks drew in as she sucked and, using her lips and her tongue, she set to work on her father's prick. Her lips compressed on the stalk and she ran her mouth up and down steadily, while her tongue lashed madly at the cock knob and her cheeks hollowed in, pulling at his heated prick.
John began fucking into her mouth with powerful thrusts and his cock seemed to be getting larger and hotter all the time.
Chastity sucked away eagerly, enjoying everything about her first taste of cock-sucking. She still held his balls, squeezing as her mouth pushed down and releasing them as she withdrew.
John gazed down and saw his cock emerge from his daughter's mouth. A trace of pre-cum trickled down the cock shaft. Then it slid in again and emerged with the cum gone. It thrilled him to know that his daughter had sucked his cream from him and he began to tremble violently.
"Oh, baby, I'm gonna blow!" he cried.
Groaning with lust, he exploded in the depths of her throat, shooting hot liquid cum down her gullet.
Chastity gasped as she felt that fluid wave rush into her mouth. She gulped the sticky stuff down greedily and, even as she swallowed the first thick spurt, her lips were pulling for more and her tongue was going wild under the head of his cock.
John was looking down at his daughter's blonde head as it bobbed up and down, watching his cock fuck into her sweet lips, emerge, then fuck in again as she feasted voraciously on cock meat and cum. Although he had come plentifully not long before-when he'd jacked off on her naked body-the situation had aroused the man to such heights that now he was shooting out even more spunk into her mouth than he had previously squirted over her by hand. His balls seemed to become bottomless reservoirs. Hot cum seemed to be rushing up his legs and pulsing from his belly, as well as from his balls.
A part of his mind that was detached wondered how the slender young girl could manage to drink such a thick load. But that was a small part of his awareness and the rest of his consciousness was thrilling to the knowledge that his own teenaged daughter was drinking his spunk-and loving it.
And love it she did!
As much as she had thought about sucking a man off, Chastity had never imagined that it would be this marvelous. She had adored having that hot prick in her mouth, and now she was simply thrilled to be drinking the great creamy result, the reward for her cock-sucking efforts.
She sucked. He shot. She sucked again.
"Ungh," she gasped, gulping his jism down. She sucked for more as yet another hot spurt of cum came streaming onto her flailing tongue.
Even before she had finished milking her daddy's cock in this, her first blow-job, the naughty girl was thinking about all the lucky young men who were going to come in her mouth in the near future-although she knew she must not tell her father about that.
Her head twisted as she sucked cock in, and drew back as she swallowed the succulent results. Her lips were compressed and her tongue had gone wild and her belly was filling with the lovely stuff, warming her like a vintage cognac. Jism was so much tastier when it came directly out of the head of a prick than it had been when it had to cross the gap between them, propelled by his fist. She couldn't get enough of her father's jism.
But eventually she had all he could give her.
John's prick stopped spurting. A few last trickles ran out and onto her tongue. He slumped, his prick still in her mouth but starting to soften and shrink now.
Chastity kept working on his cock doggedly as it diminished, wanting to get the last lingering flavor from it before she spit it out, as if it were a well-chewed piece of gum. And she was hoping that, if she kept on sucking, that delicious cock might change its mind and start to get hard again, so that she could give him a second blow-job without ever removing his meat from her maw. What a greedy girl she was! She sucked so hard that she was slurping loudly, but to her sorrow the cock continued to shrink.
Even after it had gone completely soft, John's big prick was still a satisfactory mouthful and she worked on it for a few more seconds and then, regretfully, pulled her lips away from the cock knob.
A trickle of cum ran down her chin, overflowing from her trembling lips. Her tongue flicked out and licked the creamy nugget up. John took a step backwards and his cock hung down along his thigh, soft now, but long and thick.
"Gee, sucking cock is wonderful," she sighed.
John stared at his daughter, impressed by her latent talents, for she was obviously a born cock-sucker and, although it was her first attempt at the job, she had given him the best blow-job that he had ever had, he thought-although he knew that he might be prejudiced in her favor, Chastity being his own daughter and all.
He guessed that the girl must have inherited that skill from her mother, who gave great blow-jobs, as well.
And was he now ashamed? Now that his balls were drained, did he regret having fucked his daughter in the mouth? Was he filled with guilt and remorse?
He asked himself those questions. But logic was on his side. He had, after all, only allowed her to suck him off in order to protect her reputation. He had kept her from blowing strangers, as was right for a devoted daddy to do. And, too, it wasn't as if he had actually fucked her, he reasoned. He still did not know the definition of incest, but he was finding it convenient to believe that the term was limited to actual fucking. And if that was true, and now that there was a precedent for it, John was thinking that it might be very nice, indeed, to help his daughter maintain her reputation whenever she felt the urge to stray-like, say, whenever the two of them were alone together. The idea of getting a blow-job from Chastity at frequent intervals was making his imagination horny, even while his milked cock was soft.
He watched her licking her lips.
Could she possibly want more? Could the girl actually be so greedy that she remained hungry, after such a load of cum?
But then the girl gave him a strange, sheepish sort of look.
"It didn't work," she sighed.
"What?" John asked, not understanding her meaning-for it was obvious that it had worked, and that she had enjoyed sucking his prick.
"Well, it worked, sort of," she explained. "I mean, you've saved my reputation because now I won't have to go around blowing boys who might kiss and tell. But now, although my reputation is safe, I'm afraid I'm gonna have to lose my virginity, after all. I hadn't figured on that aspect of it, Daddy-but sucking you off has made me so hot that I know a hand-job won't do any good at all. I need cock!"
John frowned. He felt guilty again. By preserving her reputation, he had endangered her cherry. Was that worse? Was fucking worse than indiscriminate cock-sucking?
"I don't suppose-?" She looked wistfully at his limp prick which, under her gaze, as if her vision were caressing him, began to pulse and quiver.
She said, "It would be a lot nicer to get fucked at home than to have to go out and maybe get gang-banged."
"No!" he said, firmly.
She dipped a hand between her legs and cupped her cunt.
"Oh, I'm so hot!" she wailed. "Couldn't you just put your cock in me for a few minutes? It wouldn't be incest unless you came in me, you know-if you just give me a few strokes, just enough to make me come, and then pulled out before you shot-that's not incest."
Isn't it? John wondered.
How come his daughter knew so much about the definition of incest? He looked at her cunt, which obviously needed a load of cock in the worst possible way, and he thought that it did seem likely that a few fuck-strokes would not constitute incest.
Likely?
Well, he liked to think so.
CHAPTER THIRTEEN
John Wellington made one last effort to avoid fucking his virgin daughter.
He ate her pussy, instead.
He wanted to fuck her, no doubt of that. But the lingering taboo of incest was strong and the man, quite correctly, tried his best to satisfy her without fucking her. It was only natural that the girl should be horny, after sucking him off, and only right that he returned the favor by eating her cunt out. He knelt beside the bed and buried his face between her slim thighs and began to lap and suck on her steaming pussy.
Chastity tossed her head from side to side and bit her lip and whimpered with pleasure. Her back arched as she pushed her crotch into his face and her hips rolled as she ground her foaming cunt onto his eager mouth. He cupped her ass in his hand, lifting the hairy bowl of her groin to his thirsting lips, marveling at how delicious her virgin cunt was, how delicately flavored compared to the average well-used cunt that had been soaked in jism countless times. His tongue pushed up her hot fuck hole and his lips pulled adoringly on her clit. His mouth filled with cunt juice.
But the effort was self-defeating.
As he munched on that savory pussy in a vain attempt not to put his prick into it, his prick began to get big and hard and started throbbing.
Nor was Chastity willing to settle for his mouth.
Although her father did not know it, and she did not feel it wise to tell him, Chastity had been getting so much cunt-sucking from her friend, Vicky, that she was not at all inclined to settle for an orgasm in his mouth-not when his big cock was rising up mightily under his belly, all hard and hot and, unlike the man himself, devoid of a conscience and not at all concerned about the definition of words like incest.
Her thighs closed over his head.
His tongue ran up her cunt as far as it would go.
But then her legs parted widely and she squirmed away.
"Please fuck me now, Daddy-please?"
How could the kind-hearted fellow refuse?
He rose up on trembling thighs, onto the edge of the bed. Chastity was spread out before him, her cunt open and flooded. Her pretty face glowed with happy expectations and John could not disappoint the girl. He mounted her and rubbed the head of his big prick against her sodden pussy slot, moving his cock around as she writhed against it.
"Put your cock in me!" she cried.
He slipped the cock head into her cunt slot.
"All of it!"
John cupped her haunches in his hands and braced his loins and fed the whole of his massive prick meat to her cunt.
"Oooooh!" she gasped. It was a long, drawn-out wail of ecstasy.
Chastity was, at last, full of hot cock!
And fucking was the best of all. Getting sucked off was lovely, sucking a cunt was deliciously satisfying, a mouthful of cock was adorable and drinking cum was delightful but nothing could compare to the feeling of being stuffed to the brim with prick!
He held the full penetration for a moment, letting the girl savor the thrill of getting fucked full of prick for the first time, while he thrilled to the pleasure of having every inch of his pounding cock embedded in her virgin fuck hole. He was fucked in to the balls. His hairy balls were jammed tight to her crotch and his belly was flat to hers. He felt her cunt begin to ripple as the girl experimented with her inner cuntal muscles, sucking on his cock with her pussy.
She rolled her hips, twisting her pussy on his prick with the gripping friction of torque. Her belly pumped.
"Fuck me!" she wailed.
John pulled his huge prick out until only the cock knob remained stuck up her cunt, paused for a moment, then fucked the whole cock into her again. He began to plow up her pussy with long, rippling strokes, going balls-deep with every fuck-thrust.
Chastity was going wild on his cock.
Her whole body was vibrating as he fucked in and out and she was panting and wailing, half-crazed by the joy of it. Her nubile loins bucked and heaved as she met his powerful fuck-thrusts with equal vigor, pushing her cunt down to meet his cock as he shoveled it to her and rolling her hips as he withdrew.
Her thighs clamped around his hips and her head began to drum on his bucking ass, then slipped down and locked behind his knees, holding him to her in a smooth web of limb and belly, cupped loins and hooked thighs and arched back.
Like her mother, she was a noisy fuck.
I'm fucking my daughter! John thought.
It was all the better for that dark knowledge.
If he pulled his cock out before he shot his wad, it might not be incest-but now that his cock was buried in that sweet pussy he knew, in his heart, that he was not going to be able to pull out, that he was going to squirt his jism into her cunt. He knew it in his heart and he knew it in his balls.
He knew that Chastity wanted his cum, as well.
Her pussy was melting on his fucking cock.
She came, then came again-and built right back up towards yet another orgasm, her cunt going off like a machine gun, sparking time and again at the peak, but leaving her lust undiminished by the passing crest. She was having multiple orgasms, each wave higher than the last and coming closer upon the next.
His prick slid over her clit.
His ass corkscrewed as he pounded in, fucking furiously now, going in and out as fast as he could. Her whole body was being shaken by the violence of his fucking, and she was meeting him with equal effort, her belly and hips and ass going wild under him.
The thrill was so intense that John would have come by now-if he had not already come twice, abundantly, first by his own hand and then by her hungry mouth.
But the crest was rising.
His balls were full of cum again and his cock was swelling within her pussy, so huge that it stretched her pussy lips tautly. He wondered how his prick could fit up that slender girl's cunt-yet fit, it did, and to the very base of the cock-lance.
Chastity whimpered: "Come, Daddy don't pull out-come in me-I want to feel your hot jism spurt up my cunt!"
He looked down into her eyes.
"Please!" she cried.
John smiled at her and Chastity, realizing that she was, indeed, going to get a cuntful of hot spunk, wailed with joy and began to gyrate with total abandon.
He was ready to shoot his cum-load.
His hands tightened under her firm ass and he lifted her pelvis higher and plowed in to the depths.
Chastity felt his cum-load rush into her pussy.
Spurt upon spurt of jism gushed into her and her cunt creamed again and again, melting each time he poured another boiling load of jism into her. Their blended fuck juices were pouring out of her stuffed cunt as his thick prick filled her pussy guts and pumped the fluids out in a thick, frothy river that flooded her crotch and soaked his balls.
When, at last, they were finished, Chastity and her daddy smiled at one another in contentment.
There was no doubt now that-by any definition-they had committed incest. But the fucking had been so wonderful that neither of them gave that a thought.
They had only one thought which they shared. And that was: How soon would his cock get hard, so that they could fuck again?
* * *
Chastity was sucking her daddy's prick in the study when the telephone rang. He lifted the receiver. His prick was still plugged into his daughter's mouth.
The call was from Virginia-his wife, her mother.
"Yes, dearest?" he said, keeping his voice as normal as he could, with his prick throbbing in his daughter's mouth.
"I'm afraid this charity function is going to go on for most of the night," she said apologetically. "Would you mind awfully if I was very late getting home?"
"No, darling-I don't mind."
"You're so understanding, John."
"Yes, dearest."
"Will Chastity be all right with you?"
"Certainly," he said, grinning. "I've already fed her and she's ready to go to bed."
Chastity giggled on his prick.
John hung the phone up.
Then the connection farther down his body hung another load of jism into that willing oral receiver.
Both John and Chastity were well pleased that Virginia, that charitable lady, would not be home soon.
In fact, her out-of-town lover had told her that he would be spending more time in the area and that he hoped to see her more often. And Virginia, knowing that her husband was unsuspecting and approved of her charitable work, told him it was possible.
