There once was a girl named Chastity. She was the daughter of a man who was the head of a construction company. Chastity's mother died when she was a small child, and so did her kindly old grandmother. But she was never alone.
She had an older brother who she used to walk with through the suburbs, hand in hand. They bought bubble gum or cigarettes at a seedy little convenience store at the edge of town, which made most of its money selling liquor and dirty magazines. But Chastity, true to her name, was a good little girl and never smoked, and she choked back tears for all the sins that befell her brother's soul. She was that good, that compassionate. She never dressed in kinky clothing, never went to parties in high school, and never had anything more than a coffee date.
But then, in the summer that followed her freshman year at her all-girl Catholic university, Chastity took an internship with the McKinley Oil and Fishing Company to study marine life on a large Canadian island just north of the U.S. border. The tale that befell her was enough to disturb even a simpleton.
So, as the bonfire burns on the rocky beach and nymphs dance and clutch at each other's breasts and lap the juices from each other's pussies, let the riveting story of how Chastity gave up her virtue and learned to live be told.
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Angelica was eating Stephanie's pussy, her big breasts almost touching the ground as they rocked back and forth, keeping the beat with the thrusts of a man's supernaturally engorged cock in her ass.
Alia was getting her pussy eaten by Lena in a daisy chain, which included Persephone, Jasmine and three other girls Chastity didn't know the names of.
Not that she cared to know their names. She was getting the greatest (and so far, the only) fuck of her life. Her vision was blurring and she was totally intoxicated with the sensation, the damned and sublime heat in her pussy and the hard pressure in her upper stomach.
It was probably the best moment of her life, up to this point, and completely worth the horrible days of fear, depression and pain she has been suffering since Alia's highly dramatized "suicide."
Chastity finally found her peace in the rocking of her hips back and forth back, in the continuous, tingling orgasms that made her vibrate with every fiber of her being and left her feeling wonderful all the way out to her finger tips.
She kissed the man roughly, desperately on the mouth and neck, sucking him, eating him, as he continued to pleasure her with his cock. She didn't know this man. She had never met him before and didn't care, but that fact didn't even register. She knew him entirely, knew who he was and what he wanted. She knew this from the feel of his body. The way his hips thrust told her his story of a lifetime of crushed desires, damaged dreams and an almost magical regaining of life. This story was taking over her as the man was driven closer and closer to his own climax.
It was more than fear of Stephanie's wrath that led him to fuck her so wonderfully. Chastity was giving him new life, new ecstasy, just as he was giving it to her. It was so natural, this lustful coupling, so unburdened, so naked, so blunt.
Chastity felt like her cervix was going to fall off from the sensation that was coursing through her body, taking over her and making her feel so full and complete.
She felt something build up just below the belly button, and it was the strongest thing she had felt yet. Oh, oh, oh, oh!
Her whole body went rigid, to the point where she couldn't even breathe, even if her life had depended on it. Her toes pointed and lifted off the ground. Her back arched up into the cock that was filling her so completely. Oh, if it would only go deeper... Deeper! Just a little! Oh!
The cock began to swell. It was so big, so hard. It began to quake and quiver, shooting massive loads of hot white cum into her eager pussy. But Chastity hardly noticed. She trembled and shook, moaning and clutching her own breasts from her own all-powerful, all-fulfilling orgasm. She hardly noticed when the man crawled back on his hands and knees and began to rub his head against her thighs as he licked her pussy.
But she noticed when the sensation stopped. She let out a blood-curdling cry of frustration that the stones themselves were tempted to turn and listen to. And she almost began to cry as the images of her life began to return to her.
Stephanie paused her activities, giving the man an evil look. Then, she kneed him in the testicles.
"I told you to make it good for her, you worthless washed-up fuck!" she said calmly. "Aren't you capable of learning anything?"
"I did! I did make it good for her!" the man protested. "And I did it all for you, my Goddess!"
"Don't make me sick," Stephanie said, slapping him hard on the ass. "It's the oldest mistake there is, crawling away like a slime ball the moment you have your own orgasm. I thought even you would know better than to pull shit like that!"
Chastity was shaking and crying, as though she was a victim of rape.
Alia crawled out of the daisy chain and knelt beside Chastity, putting her friend's head on her breast so that she could hold her while she cried.
She cooed soothingly in Chastity's ear. "No consequences, no consequences." And slowly, Chastity stopped crying, like a small child held in her mother's arms. No consequences. Chastity's head dropped off Alia's shoulder and slid down so that her mouth hung open above Alia's nipple, as though she was intending to suck it. But it was obvious that she had fallen asleep.
"Oh, for the love of God!" Angelica moaned, massaging her oversized breasts while Stephanie lapped at her pussy from between her legs and fidgeted with a magical strap-on, fastening it into place. "Someone dump some cold water on Sleeping Beauty over there! She's desecrating the orgy by sleeping on the job."
Stephanie laughed and slapped her naughty prisoner on the ass. "Get me some water to dump on her, you little bitch. If you're quick about it, I won't ask Angelica to enlarge my strap-on before I fuck you with it."
The man nodded his agreement and ran off.
"That won't be necessary," Lena said and snapped her fingers. Chastity instantly awoke. "You should give her the gift now, Alia, you've been waiting too long. Just lick her damn pussy and get it over with. We don't have time to be playing games, we need to be training our soldiers."
"You're right," Alia said. She sounded defeated. "I wanted her to be ready for the life we live, but I guess it really isn't something that can be prepared for."
Stephanie yawned. "I've got another man I'm not doing anything with. You can borrow him if you like. The girl does desire a proper fuck." She looked indecent to talk to. Her strap-on stood out in front of her like a flag, bobbing in the wind, making her look obscenely androgynous.
