Chastity Debauched - One In the Woods. - In which sweet, innocent Chastity loses her chastity. By Morgan Hawke For Bear "Why did I let Molly talk me into skipping school to party with some boys in the park?" Chastity sighed in boredom. Ruefully, she looked into her plastic cup and frowned into the flat beer. Shaded by the tree overhead from the hot sun, she brushed a long lock of her strawberry blonde hair behind her ear as she sat on the warped picnic table alone. She tugged nervously at the short hem of her faded denim skirt, as she looked around. The way too short mini-skirt and the far too tight, pale pink, baby-tee shirt with PRINCESS scrawled in silver glitter centered across her chest, had also been Molly's idea. "Watching people get drunk and act stupid is supposed to be fun?" Chastity muttered, biting her plump lower lip. The party was in full raucous sway at the very far corner of a field on the edge of the miles-deep, woods. There were a dozen or so other guys hovering by the beer keg under the trees getting plastered. At least three guys were lying in the grass already passed out. The rest of the guys jumped around, drinking beer, and shouting to the techno music throbbing from a boom box. I don't remember seeing any of these boys in my classes, she thought, eyeing the noisy bunch of guys in the broad grassy field around her. They all look like older college guys to me. Then she noticed something missing. Hey, wait... Are we the only two girls here? Molly stood laughing by a small group of guys with a teasing wink of her blue eyes, tossing her fashionably short black hair. A fresh refill of beer foamed in the plastic cup in her hand. Not one other girl was anywhere in sight. The glittering SLUT on Molly's scarlet baby tee shirt flashed as her breasts bounced with her laughter, the letters stretched blatantly across her more than ample bosom. The shirt had already climbed well above her navel, showing off her tanned tummy. Chastity watched as the hem on Molly's black mini skirt rose higher up her long tan thighs as she paraded teasingly around with her lengthy, swaying stride in her clunky high heels. If that skirt goes up much higher, the boys won't have to wonder if she's wearing panties or not, thought Chastity. They already know she isn't wearing a bra, just from all the jiggling. Oh, my God, Chastity thought, we are the only girls here. She watched as two other vans arrived with more guys but still no other girls came to the party. Nervously, Chastity clamped her knees together and hoped that the boys, who had brought both her and Molly here in their van, wouldn't get so drunk that they passed out. Chastity wanted to go home before dark desperately. "What have we here?" someone asked almost directly behind her. Chastity whipped around then grabbed for her wayward hemline and blinked in astonishment. A boy leaned against the tree behind her table; his black eyes were sharp with calculation and his sensual lips curved in a smile that was closer to a sneer. A light breeze brushed his thick, straight black hair across his broad brow with long inky tendrils sweeping unbound past his trim muscular shoulders. He is so gorgeous! she thought in surprise. Well-defined arms crossed over his broad chest as he straightened up. The sleeveless black athletic shirt strained against taught stomach muscles shifting under the snug material. "Like what you see?" he asked in a voice too deep for his youthful looks and a sardonic lift of his brow. Chastity couldn't help but continue to stare as her gaze took in his narrow hips then traveled down the line of his thighs incased in tight black jeans. She licked her suddenly dry lips. Something warm and interesting uncurled from her belly. Chastity's eyes snapped back up to his. Unconsciously, she tugged on her skirt and locked her suddenly trembling knees together. "Princess, huh?" he commented, reading her tee shirt. "Might as well say: Virgin." He chuckled softly. "Hey, want a piece of candy, little girl?" "Who're you?" she asked in a nervous whisper. He was obviously older and very cute but he made her feel a little anxious and strangely excited. Guys like him never noticed girls like her in school. She watched as his dark gaze traveled from the top of her long strawberry blond hair, to her mouth then down over her breasts as they strained against her too snug shirt and further down to where her skirt stopped at the very top of her pale exposed thighs. "I'm Rob, also know as The Big Bad Wolf, to little girls like you." He grinned, flashing even white teeth. "And you?" "I'm Chastity." "No shit?" He laughed briefly. "Really?" "Really." She frowned at him. "Hey, Chastity is a nice name," he said raising his hands in surrender. "A little old fashioned, but nice." He eyed her and sipped his beer. "I was just surprised." He smiled warmly. "Suits you." "Thanks," she said doubtfully. "And I'm not a little girl." "No, 'little' is not really a word I would use to describe you," he said as he stared pointedly at her breasts. She crossed her arms and stared back defiantly, painfully aware that her nipples had peaked with his interest and were clearly visible through the taut material. "Not feeling too social?" he asked with a sharp grin. "Huh?" "You're sittin' way over here and not drinkin' your beer." He raised his half-full plastic cup in a salute then gulped his drink down. He wiped his mouth with the back of his hand then nodded at her. Chastity eyed her flat beer. "This stuff tastes nasty," she said with a twist of her lips. "It's beer. It's supposed to taste like pig piss," he smiled. "Then why does anybody drink it?" "God, you are an innocent." He rolled his dark eyes and made a face. "They drink it for the effect. It's to make you feel comfortable and relaxed." He approached the table then gently pushed her cup to her lips. "Drink it," he coaxed. "I don't want to," she said, turning away. "Don't be an anti-social little prig," he snapped. "Drink your beer like the rest of us." To her surprise, she raised her cup and took a sip. "Don't play with it, take a real drink, like an adult," he growled. Chastity raised her cup again. Holding her breath against the smell, she defiantly took a healthy swallow then promptly coughed from the alcohol burn. "God, that is nasty!" she said with a look of disgust. "Quick, take another drink, I promise, it won't be so bad this time." Chastity took another healthy swig. He was right. The beer didn't taste quite as bad. She still made a face, but she didn't cough. Shivers raced up her spine as the alcohol in the beer slammed into her empty stomach and the fumes slid up into her head. Damn, I knew I should have eaten lunch, she thought briefly. "Now, how do you feel?" he asked as he leaned forward. "A little more relaxed?" "Yeah, I guess, and the taste wasn't so bad that time." "Good, I have a question for you, sweet little Princess Chastity. Just out of curiosity, you're dressed like your looking for action, but your makin' like you don't know what your doin'. Have you even been kissed before?" "Um..." No, she hadn't. Chastity licked her dry lips and felt a cold chill as he stared at her suspiciously. God, she didn't want this gorgeous guy to walk away in disgust, but... "And I don't mean a peck on the cheek, I mean kissed. As in: open mouth, insert tongue, really kissed." "None of your business," she said and felt heat flush her cheeks in embarrassment. "I take that as a definite 'no'." He smiled and chuckled. "So what are you doin' here, little Miss Innocence?" Rob climbed up on the picnic table beside her, then sat with his knee pressed against hers. "You a high-school freshman skippin' school?" "I'm a senior," she frowned. "And I'm here with my friend Molly." She looked at his denim-clad knee rubbing against her bare skin and felt an interesting warmth race up her spine. "She likes these kinds of parties and gets invited lots. I'm not as pretty or popular as she is so, I don't get asked." "God, you are so naive!" Rob said, choking down a laugh. "Let me tell you, what she looks like, has nothin' to do with that girl's popularity." The shock on Chastity's face reflected in his eyes. "Look," he added patiently, "you're obviously not the kind of girl who puts-out, little Miss Never-Been-Really-Kissed-Before. Your 'not' bein' asked to parties with this crowd, has more to do with the fact that she does, and you don't." "Puts out?" Chastity repeated, stunned. "Yeah, as in fucks anything that moves. According to what I heard: the more, the merrier. Look," said Rob, jerking a thumb over his shoulder. "She's already started on this bunch." Chastity whipped around to look. Molly had her back to the woods and was kissing a shirtless, muscular blonde guy while his equally shirtless buddy was down on his knees in front of her. Chastity leaned over to get a better look. The guy kissing Molly looked like his hands were under her shirt. To her surprise, Chastity watched the kneeling guy's hands slide under Molly's skirt pushing it up to her waist to grab her butt. Nope. I guess she isn't wearing panties, thought Chastity, both repelled and fascinated. The kneeling guy shoved Molly's legs wider and appeared to be kissing, no wait, sucking on Molly's privates. The wet slurping noises and Molly's moans carried over to the picnic table. "I didn't know," she said softly. "I've never seen her do that, before." Molly's shirt was up over her breasts and two guys were sucking on them and pulling on their jeans. The third guy was still busy under her skirt. She had him by the hair and was rocking against his face. Several other guys noticed the show and started walking closer, motioning to their buddies. In moments it was impossible to see what was happening through the crowd of guys. "Then you must'a left all the parties early. Like, right before the real show started. Speaking of shows," he said, taking Chastity's hand. "Come on. If she's the girl I've been hearing about, you're probably not ready to see the rest." He climbed off of the picnic table and tugged on her hand. "There a spot back behind those trees where we can sit and not have to watch." "Look, if she's in trouble, I have to get her out of here." She hopped off the picnic table and suddenly swayed off balance. "Whoa..." "It's all right, I got you," Rob chuckled as she fell into him. "Probably just the beer." His strong arm went around her waist and held her upright against his tight body. Her fingers lingered on the strong planes of his muscled belly as she hung on. His skin was so warm and he smelled wonderfully of sun, clean tee shirt and warm skin. Reluctantly, she let go to stand by herself. "Don't worry about your friend. Do you hear her screaming or crying over there? From what I understand, she does this pretty often and won't thank you for interrupting while she's having a little fun. Let's let her have her fun but you may want to get out'ta sight." He took her small hand engulfing it in his large one and led her toward the trees. "Huh? Get out'ta sight? Me?" "In case you haven't noticed, there's only one girl to that whole pack of guys. There's definitely not near enough pussy to go around and they're drunk. If they see you, they may not take 'no' for an answer, Little Miss Never-Been-Kissed-Before." But?" She worriedly turned back toward the scene in the park; she really hated abandoning her friend to all those drunken guys. "Hey," he hissed in her ear, tugging her hand. "I'm trying to hide you for your own good. Do you really want to be gang-banged by twenty-odd guys? Trust me, if they find you, you won't have a hole that doesn't have a dick in it and all at the same time for at least an hour." "I guess your right," she said with a cold chill of fear. He tugged on her hand and she let him tow her into the trees and onto a dirt path. She stepped over branches and was suddenly glad that she has worn her pink sneakers instead of the high heels Molly had suggested. He led her back into the trees to a fallen tree trunk behind some bushes that hid the view in the park. "This ought to do it," he said, patting the trunk where the rough bark had worn away. "If they come looking for you, I can get you out of the park from here, without being seen. Have a seat." "I suppose I should thank you for thinking of me," she said softly. "For saving me." She sat and tugged at her skirt as it rode up, barely hiding her panties. He sat next to her, warm thigh, to warm thigh. "Yeah, I suppose you should," he said with a feral grin. "Don't worry, it's not as if I actually did anything. Besides, none of that crowd would be able to appreciate you." He touched her lips with a fingertip. "Not like I do," he added, licking his sensual lips. "Anyway, back to my question. So, you've never been really kissed?" "No, not really," she said and looked down. Chastity could feel the blush creeping up to warm her cheeks. "That's okay," he said softly. "Would you like to be really kissed?" He took her chin with his fingertips and gently turned her to face him. "May I kiss you?" Chastity didn't know what to say. He was really handsome and older, and not like any of the guys in school. It would be nice to be kissed by someone with experience, someone that wasn't a fumbling boy. Her eyes focused on his sensual mouth and she nodded slightly. He leaned closer then brushed his lips across hers. The touch was gentle and soft. He looked at her then brushed his lips against hers again, a little more firmly, a caress. She closed her eyes as her body thrilled in sudden excitement. She could smell soap, his light after-shave and something else, utterly male and uniquely him. Gently he nibbled on her full bottom lip with his strong teeth and she parted her lips for more. His tongue brushed her slightly open lips softly then flicked within. He pulled away. "Did that feel good?" he asked, his voice dark and husky. "Yes," she whispered then opened her eyes to look at him. He looked at her with interest and a small tight smile on his lips. She could see the pulse beating in his throat. "Good," his voice deepened to a sensual growl. "Now open your mouth a little wider, I want to taste you." Chastity blinked, and then licked her lips. He leaned in and cradled her face between his palms. His hands were slightly callused and the roughness felt wonderful on her cheeks. He pressed his lips lightly on hers then touched her lips with his damp tongue. Chastity opened her mouth. His tongue swept in to brush hers, strong and very warm. She tasted the beer he had been drinking and something else that was musky and thrilling. A streak of interest flared from her mouth, to her nipples and arrowed down to her crotch. Carefully, he cupped one large hand behind her head; his fingers tangling in her long hair and placed his other muscular arm gently around her shoulders then pulled her a little closer. She put her hands on his powerful shoulders and curled her fingers into his long silky hair. He explored her mouth thoroughly, stroking her tongue repeatedly with his; encouraging her to stroke back. She followed his tongue back into his mouth, and he moaned as she investigated his mouth. She took a deep breath and he captured her tongue with his lips then sucked on it, surprising her. He pulled away and a string of saliva arched between them for a long moment. She licked her lips. "Very nice," he sighed with a grin. "Now let me show you how pretty I think you are." He took her small hand and pressed it against the seam of his jeans. Using the full length of his strong hand over hers, he pressed her palm against the heavy bulge in his jeans, using her hand to caress the full rigid length. Chastity gulped in astonishment, but didn't think to pull away. She could feel the swollen warmth of him through the denim. "Can you feel how hard I am?" he whispered. "Can you feel how much I want you?" She swallowed and nodded in answer, too stunned and fascinated to speak. He was big, really big, and very hard. The flesh hidden by the denim seemed to shift under her fingers. She curled her fingers, defining his shape and size. She traced the long length until she came to the leather of his belt and she knew if she continued that she would feel the blunt end of him over top of the waistband and under his shirt, pressed against his hard belly, reaching almost to his navel. It was frightening and thrilling to know that she had aroused him in that way. She felt a bolt of delicious, excited heat streak straight down her spine to the pit of her belly then lower. She could feel her hidden sex, swelling, opening, and hungry. Moisture suddenly slithered and dampened her panties. Rob turned suddenly, taking her lips in a hard devouring kiss, and pulled her against his broad chest. The hand cupping the back of her head fisted in her hair, holding her mouth against his. His mouth slanted against her mouth for a better fit and his tongue delved, ruthlessly deepening the kiss, encouraging her to taste him as he tasted her. A warm intoxicated feeling washed through her entire body and she kissed him back thoughtlessly, reveling in the heady sensations of kissing. With his kiss, he slowly pushed her down until her back pressed full length along the top of the tree trunk, his broad lean body pinning her smaller, softer form with her long hair and his spilling down the side. The heat from his body drew an answering heat from hers and she flushed with a desire for a closer, more intimate contact. She felt his hand on her ankle, maneuvering her leg over to the other side of the trunk, spreading her open, and she didn't care. God, I never felt this way before, she thought. He tastes so good, he smells so good, and he feels so good... She felt her skirt ride up, with only the cotton of her panties between her butt and the smooth wood. He shifted his body until he lay cradled by her hips, his solid masculine heat against the thin protection of her cotton panties with her palm trapped between them. He broke the kiss and looked down at her. His eyes were narrowed with concentration and urgency. His hands crept to her neck, the thumbs rubbing lightly on the pulses he found there, then slid down to grip her shoulders. He pulled, arching his back and moving his hips, rubbing his rigid length along her trapped palm, atop her own hungry hidden need. "Does this still feel good?" he asked softly. Then he moved again. Chastity moaned with the luscious sensations he evoked then shifted her hips against him, feeling a dizzying, pleasure uncurling from her groin. Her eyes fluttered closed with a sigh and she lifted her hips, pressing her soft vulnerable core against the back of her hand and her palm against his trapped erection. A powerful appetite was growing and coiled ravenously in her. She had masturbated alone in her bed every now and again, touching and stroking her tender clit and pulling on her nipples to gratifying climax, but the shuddering power of this strange aching urgency had never been there before. "That's my little girl," he purred. His mouth captured hers then his lips moved to her throat, creating more delicious shivers with his tongue and his teeth. She felt him shift slightly then felt his hand drop to sharply pull her tee shirt from her waistband. "What? What are you doing?" She moved to stop him but one of her hands was trapped between his thighs and he shifted his shoulders to block the other, she was unable to wriggle her free palm between them. "Just relax, I'm making you feel good," he whispered hoarsely. He slid his fingers under her shirt, brushing against her belly "Aren't I?" he insisted. His eyes were hot and he licked his lips watching her closely. She bit her lip and nodded. She felt cool air on her skin as he tugged the shirt higher then felt him shove her bra up exposing one full breast. The breeze brushed her bared skin and she gasped softly as she felt her nipple peak sharply. "God, you are so hot," he sighed. She felt his groan then groaned herself as warm wet heat engulfed the exposed nipple. He devoured her breast, sucking gently then not so gently, nipping and tugging at her nipple then sucking and flicking with his tongue. Her mouth opened and she moaned as bolts of delicious delight raced straight down to her clit. He pulled on her nipple with his teeth and she writhed under him, curling the fingers of one hand into his long dark hair. As his mouth took complete possession of her breast, he shifted and released her trapped hand. Without thinking, she dug her fingers into his taut ass. She felt his ass muscles flex under her palm as he settled against her, crotch to crotch. He pressed in, grinding the seam of his trapped heat directly against her vulnerable clit, protected only by a thin layer of cotton. She shuddered from the explosive and consuming excitement that clawed at her unmercifully. He shifted one leg slightly off of hers and she felt his palm on her thigh, tugging her skirt higher. She shifted to stop him, but the pleasure his mouth and the seam of his jeans on her excited clit was delivering made it so difficult to move. Then another more basic need began to intrude. "Um I have to get up," she said wriggling and pushing at his shoulder, trying to sit up. "I have to get up right now," she insisted. His mouth released her nipple with a wet smack. "Get up? What?" "No really, I have to pee," she said then promptly blushed. He looked at her a moment, then a strange feral grin came over him. "Hmm, now that you mention it, I have to pee too." He abruptly sat up then helped her pull her shirt down and straighten up. "Well, you know what they say about beer: it doesn't even stop to change color." She smiled shyly as he took her hand and tugged her deeper into the trees. "Here's a perfectly good bush," he commented then unbuttoned his jeans and pulled down his fly. Chastity started to walk off to find her own spot, but he grabbed her hand. "Hey, where're you goin'?" "To pee," she said then averted his eyes as he started to pull his dick out. "Do it here." He sighed and she heard the sound of water hitting leaves. She tugged at her hand, but he held tight. "What's the matter? Never seen a dick before either?" "Um, no." "Here, it's not so bad." He tugged her hand and suddenly he wrapped her palm around his dick. She was so surprised she looked. Piss still sprayed from him in a golden stream to spatter on the leaves. His skin was amazingly soft and warm. The flared cap on the end was slightly purple with the shaft somewhat thick and long with heavy blue veins tracing its length. She could feel the liquid moving through it. "See? Just a dick. You already hand your hand on it, just through my jeans. Not so bad is it?" She shook her head. "Well that does it for me," he groaned as he stopped peeing. He brushed her palm away then shook. He tucked himself away, but didn't close his jeans. "Now it's your turn." "My turn?" "Yeah. You still have to pee don't you?" She nodded, and then turned away. "No don't go over there, do it right here." Chastity froze in fright. "It's only fair. You got to see me so I get to see you." "Um, I don't know if I can..." "Sure you can. It's just peeing." His tone was reasonable, but the smile he wore made Chastity worried. "Besides, I wan'na keep an eye on you so you don't get ambushed by a couple of those bozos out there doing your friend." Fear of getting grabbed made Chastity look around and bite her lip. She really had to pee. If she didn't soon, she was going to pee right there in her panties. "Look, if it'll make you feel better, I got sisters, so I've seen girls pee before," he said, casually leaning against a tree. "It's no big deal," he added, but the look in his eyes made Chastity think he wanted to see her pee pretty badly. The urge to pee suddenly became really insistent. "Um, okay." She hunched down a little and started struggling with her short skirt and her panties. "You're gon'na want to take your panties all the way off or you'll just pee on them and yourself," he offered. The need for relief was so strong she didn't think to argue, but pulled her panties off, fisted them in her hand and squatted down. "Spread your knees a lot wider and pull that skirt up or you're gonna pee on it." Her feet wide apart and her skirt up at her waist, she balanced then closed her eyes and let go. The sound of water hissing on the leaves and the feeling of release was so good, Chastity moaned. "That's my girl." She opened her eyes to see that Rob had squatted right in front of her, watching the scalding liquid spraying from her body. "See? Not so bad, just peeing." She choked in self-consciousness, but couldn't stop her body from relieving itself before his heated eyes. After an eternity under his hot stare, the flow of water stopped and she reached for a fallen leaf to use as toilet paper. "Here, let me." He pulled a yellow napkin from his pocket. "What? It's just a napkin from a burger joint, it's not going to bite you." She snatched at it but he pulled it from her reach. "No. I want to do it." "No really," she protested, shaking her head, struggling to stand up and pull her skirt down. "I can take care of myself." His hand clamped down hard on her shoulder, his fingers digging in, holding her in place. She grabbed his hand and tried to pull it off, but he was too strong to move. "Don't be a baby, it's just a napkin," he growled. "Hold still." He gave her shoulder a shake, knocking her off balance and she found herself holding onto his muscular forearm to keep from falling. "No don't..." She whimpered in fright and felt the napkin brush her thigh. "Please, don't," she said and strangely a tear slid from her eye. She turned away in mortification. "Look at me," he snapped. He caught her eyes and held them with his narrowed black gaze. The tears slid from her eyes, down her cheeks and dropped from her chin onto his arm. He shifted closer and she flinched as his fingers and the napkin brushed against her most private self. He pressed the harsh napkin against the protruding outer lips of her sex then slowly rubbed up and down, pushing deeper with his breath harsh in her ears. Tears silently dripped from her cheeks. "There, all done," he said, balling up the napkin and shoving it in a back pocket. "Your tears are so sexy," he said softly then his lips touched the salty trail on her cheek. With his fingertips, he brushed the rest of her tears away. She looked at him in shock. "You can get up now." He offered to help her up but she shoved his hand away. "I told you: no!" she snapped. "Just what part of 'no' didn't you get?" Turning her back, she tugged the skirt down, finally, then wiped at her eyes and went to step into her panties. "Don't bother putting those back on." She turned to look at him sharply. "Come on let's go sit down," he continued, she turned back to put on her panties and he grabbed her arm. "Hey! Let go!" she tugged but his fingers were like clamps. "I'll hold those for you," he said, snatching her panties from her hand and shoving them in his back pocket. He grabbed her upper arm and was drawn back over to the fallen log where he put his hands on her waist and lifted her back onto her seat. She struggled to get out of his hands and off the log, but he was just too strong. "Hold still." Annoyance colored his face as he nudged between her knees, towering over her and holding her in place with his hands gripping her waist. "Quit bein' a baby. I didn't hurt you," he growled. "All I did was the same thing your Mommy and Daddy did when you were little. What's the big deal?" She turned her face away and crossed her arms. She couldn't cross her legs; he was standing between them. "Look, I'm sorry I scared you." He looked at her sarcastically then leaned close with a sharp grin. "Little girl." Chastity leaned back away from him and looked at him from under her lashes. He had scared her, but she really couldn't tell why he intimidated her so much. He hadn't really done anything to hurt her, just mortify her. "C'mon, sweetheart," he said softly, coaxingly. "I said I was sorry. Gim'me a kiss and tell me you're all better." She looked at the sharp masculine planes of his smiling face, his dark eloquent eyes and his kissable lips. He really was the most handsome man she had ever seen and he was protecting her by keeping her out of sight of the drunken brutes in the field. She sighed in defeat then impulsively leaned forward and kissed his cheek. "All better now?" he said with a raised brow to match his smile. She nodded. "Good, then gim'me a real kiss..." His fingers touched her chin; lifting her face to his then his lips touched hers, lightly, then more aggressively. She opened her mouth and his tongue swept in. He angled his mouth to cover hers and she felt his hand on the back of her head, holding her into his heated kiss. He moaned into her mouth and she unthinkingly answered him. He pulled her against him; hard chest to soft breast and her arms went around his neck to keep from falling. She felt his hand skim under her shirt against her stomach and jerked back. There was a low rumbling growl in his chest as he held her firmly pinned, mouth-to-mouth, against him. His warm palm slid up against her soft skin then shoved her bra up to cover her breast with his large hand. His fingers caught her nipple and tugged until it swelled and hardened. He broke the kiss, and dipped his head to take her breast with his hungry wet mouth. He sucked hard and she gasped then found herself pulling him closer. His powerful arm wrapped around her shoulders, tipping her forward, her head still cupped in his palm. She curled her fingers into his silky dark hair as a passionate desire and urgency flared to life, making her tremble. His other hand slid down and abruptly tugged at the hem of her skirt. She reached down to grab his arm to stop him, but his elbow lifted to block her. She grabbed his upper arm and felt the hard muscles moving under her fingers. She pulled back, breaking the kiss but he fisted his hand in her hair, arching her throat back to hold her still against him. She made a soft sound in protest "Take it easy, I'm not going to hurt you," he said softly. "I just want to see how much you want me." He was breathing hard in her ear. She felt his fingers inching upwards on the soft skin of her inner thigh. His muscular thighs held her legs open to his invasion. She shifted apprehensively, held firmly by the hold on her hair then jolted as his fingers found her vulnerable wet core. "God, your pussy is so wet," he murmured. "Your juice is running down your thighs." He stroked his fingers up the plump lips and brushed her feminine curls. His thumb briefly touched her swollen clit and she moaned. It felt so good and yet, she had never been so frightened in her life. "You must want me pretty bad, little girl," he breathed, "You're soaking my hand." He stroked his fingers down, parting the delicate folds to find her opening. "Ah," he sighed then he slid his finger partway in. The soft tissue contracted around his invading finger. "Jeez, you're tight too," he commented. He slowly stroked his finger out, rubbing against her spongy, sensitive inner flesh then stroked in, pressing deeply. She could feel him moving within her and shifted with the strangeness. "What have we here?" he said softly, then he pressed against something inside of her and she choked from the sudden bolt of pleasure, her toes curling. He pressed again within her. She jolted again and gasped. She shuddered with mortified pleasure as he continued to finger her. A moan was surprised out of her. "Now, I know that feels good," he said softly. He chuckled and slid a second finger into her snug passage, then curled them stroking against that one sweet delicious spot. Without realizing it, she grabbed his shoulders and hooked her legs around him, unconsciously pulling herself against his hand as passionate desire took violent control of her body, wanting more of the exquisite delight his fingers were delivering. Her mind shut down to all thought but her overwhelming need. She felt lightning race up her spine as he moved within her and she panted as she tugged on his shoulders and squeezed with her thighs, working to rub herself against his hand. Her hips twisted, grinding against his fingers. She made soft sounds as she felt the urgency growing. He pulled his fingers partway out stroking against her then thrust them stroking in. Then out, then in. while curling against that delectable place inside, increasing in speed to match her frantic excited movements. "That's it, baby girl, fuck my hand," he said in her ear. "Fuck my hand and cum on me." She moaned loudly, frustration building as her climax stayed just out of reach. He shifted his fingers and suddenly he was touching her swollen clit. She gasped and pulled herself up almost into his arms as orgasm suddenly started to cascade through her in light waves growing more powerful with each stroke of his fingers. "Are you gon'na cum, little girl?" he asked hoarsely. "Are you gon'na cum all over my hand?" Her cunt contracted powerfully on his fingers as they fucked her and she froze, holding her breath, her back bowed powerfully as she yielded to the orgasm ripping through her trembling body. She cried out with explosive shuddering release then collapsed against him, his powerful thighs still cradled between hers. "Yes!" he hissed in quiet triumph. "Oh, my God..." Chastity closed her eyes, leaning her head against his chest. Her muscles shook with exhaustion as she panted for breath. "My turn," she heard Rob whisper. She opened her eyes to see him pull his pants down to his knees. His rigid and engorged cock lunged out and stood up angled only slightly out from a forest of dark curls. His ball sack hung like ripe plums as he widened his stance, spreading her legs further. The head of his cock was a deep angry purple and the hard dark ivory shaft was knotted with swollen veins. She did not remember his dick being that big. "Jeezuz, your cum feels good on my dick," he sighed with a sharp grin. He showed her his hand; his fingers shiny and heavily coated with her sticky essence then he rubbed his hand over the head of his cock, smearing her juice on it liberally. He licked the rest from his fingers, sucking the stickiness from his hand. "Mmm, sweet," he breathed. She barely had time to move when he locked one arm around her waist and pulled her closer. She pushed against him struggling. "Please, you're too big," she said in fright. "Please don't..." He grabbed both her wrists and forced them behind her, trapping them with punishing strength. "Don't worry, you'll stretch. Appetizer's over, baby girl." His smile was sharp and hungry. "Time for the main course," he growled then covered her mouth with his. She opened her mouth to protest and his tongue surged in. She felt the fever of his rigid cock against the vulnerable softness of her cunt. She twisted and pulled her mouth away. "Wait," she gasped, struggling in his unforgiving hold. "I'm still a... a..." "A virgin?" he chuckled. "Yeah, I know, I could tell when you were fucking my fingers." He pulled her closer with the arm that held her wrists and she felt him rubbing the head of his cock against the plump outer lips and the wetness of her cunt. "Please," she could feel the tears starting in her eyes. "Please don't," she whimpered as he pressed, guiding the head deeper, between the tender folds, seeking entrance. "You got yours, I'm getting mine, little girl." He grunted with the effort of holding her and pressing within. The head passed into her and he sighed as she gasped, the tears trickling down her cheeks. "Don't worry, it'll all be over and you'll be screaming out your next orgasm in just a bit." He tightened the hold around her waist, pulling her to the edge of her seat, and then fisted his other hand in her hair to hold her still. He thrust with a grunt and she gasped as he slid further into her tight virginal core. "Stop! Don't..." she moaned, shaking with fear, tears trembling in her eyes and tumbling down her cheeks. "You're so fucking tight," he hissed then shoved again, surging deeper into her body, stretching her walls with his girth. She flinched as she felt him pressing against the maidenhead of her virginity. He suddenly pulled up her shirt and took her breast in his hand. His mouth covered her nipple with moist heat and he sucked. The nipple came to painful erection and she felt her cunt shudder around his cock, lodged halfway inside her. She moaned with the voluptuous sensation and felt her depths open wider to his invasion. "I thought you had one more orgasm in you," he muttered then shoved her shirt and bra all the way up, exposing both her breasts. His mouth claimed the fullness of her other breast and harshly sucked her nipple to peak. His mouth ravaged her breasts with his teeth nipping at one nipple then the other. She shook as unwanted passion began to blaze in her. She battled against the rising tide of ecstasy but her body fought greedily to have it. He shifted his hips, pulling slightly out then shoving back in a little harder. Then she felt his fingers on her clit. They stroked lightly and she felt her cunt jolt pleasurably around his cock in wanton hunger. A sudden rush of moisture signaled her submission and slithered down her legs even as scalding tears slid down her cheeks. He pulled back, the head of his cock sliding almost completely out from the lubrication of her juices then he shoved back in, hard and fast. She felt a small tearing and cried out. He was in to the hilt and she could feel her inner walls stretching to accommodate his size. Tears streamed down with her innocence lost and she sobbed softly. And still her rapacious body hungered for more. "It's all over baby girl," he said kissing her lips and her tears. "The worst is over. Now comes the fun part." She hid her face against his bare shoulder, wetting it with her tears and shifted against the uncomfortable fullness. He pulled slightly out then slid back in to the hilt with a groan. "This is not gon'na do," he grunted. Suddenly he lifted her from the log while still lodged inside her and turning, knelt, and then laid her on the ground covering her and holding her wrists above her head. "Much better," he groaned then he drove deep. She whimpered with the thrust, as he surged further into her body then before. His back flexed as he pulled out and then arched as he drove himself slowly in. She suddenly felt a familiar urgency beginning to mount voraciously within her, and oh God, she wanted it. "Jeezuz, fuck," he swore as he stopped, his cock all the way in to the hilt. "You're so tight, I feel like my dick's in a vise," he groaned. "I'm gon'na have to take it easy or I'm gon'na blow right now." He slid his hand between their joined bodies and she felt him lightly touching her clit. "God!" She gasped and writhed as a flash of fierce delight shook her. He covered his fingers in her moisture and continued to lightly flick at her clit jolting her with voluptuous pleasure with each stroke. She moved under him, pinned by heaviness of his cock, but her avid need for release brutally surmounted her discomfort. She moaned and her hips shoved and twisted demandingly at the unmoving fullness, seeking the luscious friction of his fingers and his swollen shaft. He arched and slid within her and while his size was still stretching her body, she suddenly felt him moving against that glorious inner place. She gasped and moved with him, seeking the delicious pleasure her body knew was in reach. "That's my girl," he sighed. "Now you got it, now you know what you want." He released her wrists and arched above her, holding himself up on his hands. She grabbed at his shoulders, bucking to meet his slow thrusts. "That's it, baby girl, fuck me back," he said and grunted with his efforts. She could feel her climax starting to curl agonizingly slowly up her spine in delicate and sumptuous waves. She hooked her legs around his to urge him faster. He obliged, increasing his thrusts in speed and depth to match her quickening pace. The sound of wet flesh against wet flesh and groans filled her ears as he fucked her, slamming hard into her cunt, fucking him back as violently as her body would allow as she panted toward shimmering orgasm. Wild urgency flooded her body in increasingly powerful waves as she writhed under him, thrusting back at him in frenzy, seeking that glorious fulfillment he had delivered before. She moaned and whimpered in her need, her hands clawed at his back, marking him in her passion. "Oh God!" he grunted, "Oh, God, baby girl, I'm gon'na cum," he said. A shivering bolt raced up her spine and she felt herself teeter on the edge with his excited words. "Cum on my dick, baby," he grunted. "Cum on my dick, so I can fill your cunt with mine." She arched and froze, mouth open on a wordless scream as orgasm gathered and slammed hard, violently washing over her in a tidal wave of exquisite ecstasy. She felt the walls of her cunt vibrate and squeeze around his cock as orgasm ripped through her in a heavy torrent of splendor. She screamed. "I'm cumming, baby, I'm cumming right now!" he shouted and thrust hard into her, pulled out then thrust hard again to the hilt. She felt his cock flex within her as he filled her with his cum and a second surge of pleasure suddenly shook her. He thrust once more and her moans joined his as he collapsed on top of her, his shirt damp with sweat against her naked breasts. "Damn, that was good," he sighed then sat up. She turned to roll over and he stopped her, grabbing her ankles. "Hold still and open your legs, I wan'na see my cum sliding out of your cunt." "That's disgusting!" She tried to fight him but she was too exhausted. He pulled her legs open and sighed. "Now that is a lovely view. Your cunt is all red and swollen like a flower, and covered in ropes of my cum." "Asshole," she spat. "Now, that's not nice thing to say." He grabbed her leg and expertly flipped her over on her stomach. His hand landed on her ass cheek with a loud crack. She yelped in surprise. He flipped her back over then stood up to pull up his pants. "Come on, I'll take you home," he said as he buckled his jeans. She looked at him in astonishment. After what he just did to me? Her thoughts boiled furiously. He actually expects me to get in a car with him? As if! "Thanks, but I have a ride," she said coldly. She got to her feet, brushed leaves and dirt from herself then pulled her shirt and skirt down. Chastity turned her back on him and wiped more tears from her eyes. How could he do that? How could he just take my virginity? She moved away toward the park, and he grabbed her arm. She tried to shrug out of his grip but she was just too tired to fight. "My car is this way." Rob tugged her toward the path. She looked at him stubbornly and planted her feet. "Look," he said, "Be reasonable, they've already left you behind; your friend saw me take you back into the trees. Trust me, she's already gone on to the next party. I'm taking you home." "No, thank you," she growled, "I think I've had enough." "No, baby girl," he said with a sharp knowing smile. "I think I only whetted your appetite." ~ end ~ Copyright (C) 2002 Morgan Hawke All Rights Reserved. All wrongs revenged. (7921 words) Chastity
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