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CHAPTER THREE

Chastity greatly envied her twin sister for her sexual exploits and regretted her own virginity, but she didn't see what she could do about it, for she was determined not to be a nymphomaniac like Charity. She knew that, once she started fucking, she would partake of the pleasure with indiscriminate gusto.

How could a girl get fucked without being lewd?

The only way that Chastity could think of was to get raped, and no one had ever tried to rape her. She moved in the better social circles, amidst gentlemen who did not commit rape, and she had not the faintest idea how a horny virgin might go about meeting a sex fiend who would take her against her will and thereby give her the pleasure of a good screwing without having tainted her with the stigma of willful participation. It was a frustrating life for Chastity, whose instincts were to be as promiscuous as her twin sister.

It was that frustration and envy that had led her to blow the whistle on Charity and Tony. She had gone to his quarters above the garage fully prepared to masquerade as her sister and, thereby, get fucked while Charity took the blame.

But when Tony had noticed who she really was, the girl had been unable to go through with it under her own identity and, angry, frustrated and jealous, she had figured that if she could not get some cock under false pretenses, then why should her sister have all the cock she wanted?

So she had told her father about the affair.

She felt slightly better after that, in a mean and spiteful fashion, but as horny as ever.

Then she had seen Charity sneaking out to the garage. Her first impulse was to tell her father that her sister was at it again, but then another instinct took over. She was thrilled by the idea of witnessing her lewd sister in action! So she had followed Charity to the garage and up the stairs to the chauffeur's quarters.

Charity, never a modest girl, had neglected to close the door completely and Chastity, by kneeling down and poking one eye up to the jamb, had been able to see exactly what was going on in that room.

The sight had done nothing to alleviate her frustration.

She had watched, fascinated, as they fucked standing up. She had been able to see Tony's fat pecker slide in and out of her sister's creamy hole, see his hairy balls jammed against the twin's crotch, see the cunt juice that poured from Charity's pleasured hole. Oh, the envy that consumed her! She had pushed three fingers up her own cunt, pretending they were a prick as she finger-fucked herself and watched her sister getting the real stuff. When Tony had filled Charity's twat with jism, Chastity had almost fainted with unfulfilled desire.

And then she had watched Charity give him head!

That had been just as bad, maybe even worse. As Chastity saw her sister's lips peel back around his knob and rod, she, in absolute agony of need, bunched her fingers together and pushed them into her mouth as if they were a cock.

Watching Charity drink his turn, Chastity had cried out with pitiful jealously. Her mouth hungered for cockmeat and her pussy was fairly melting with desire to be stuffed full of pecker, but she was destined to enjoy no more than her own hands, her own inadequate caress.

Still, if she had to settle for a handjob, she figured, she might as well make it a good one. She lurked at the door until she had determined there would be no more vicarious thrills for her to spy upon. Then she got to her feet, smoothed down her dress and walked, a trifle unsteadily, back to the house.

By the time she got to her bedroom, Chastity was fairly burning with desire. She locked the door and lay down on the bed. Chastity was well acquainted with the art of masturbation, for she found it necessary to bring herself off with regularity.

She thought about how her sister had writhed and squirmed on the chauffeur's big juicy cock as he fed it up her snatch. The thought was inspirational. Her nipples had exploded and stood out like bullets, thrusting into the thin material of her dress.

Quickly she pulled her dress over her head and began to rub and massage her pert mounds and, as if her nipples were starter buttons connected to her cunt, she felt her crotch begin to throb with need.

She pulled her panty leg to one side and dipped her hand into her snatch. Her cunt felt like it was steaming. She drew her knees up and opened her thighs and began to run her fingertips along her juicy gash, dipping into the flooded slot and then flicking across her tingling love-bud.

She thought of Charity drinking the chauffeur's spunk and, bringing her free hand to her mouth, began to suck her fingers again. Her cheeks went in and out and her tongue flared as she pushed her fingers in and out of her mouth.

She wished desperately that it were a real cock. If only that stupid chauffeur hadn't recognized her, she could have had her face stuffed with the genuine article.

Her left hand, which had been stroking her pussy, was soaked with cunt juice. She switched hands and began to push her slippery fingers into her mouth, tasting her own cunt juice. She wondered if cock tasted like cunt. She knew that men liked to suck pussy and she could see why, too. Her fingers soaked in pussy juice tasted a lot better than dry ones.

She switched hands again, for her right hand was slippery with her juice now, and she sucked on those digits and whipped through her creamy cunt with her left hand. Her mouth was as hot as her box as she pushed her fingers deep into her hungry maw and sucked away avidly.

She was beside herself with passion now. Her cunt dragged at her fingers. She thought of how Tony had fucked Charity standing up and how his big cock had plunged in and out of her sister's cunt.

Suddenly she jumped off the bed. She wriggled out of her panties and, stark naked, leaned against the wall next to the bed. She closed her eyes and, bracing her head against the wall and spreading her thighs widely, she arched her body into a bow, pushing her pussy forward, to meet an imaginary cock.

She began to use both hands on her crotch fly, finger fucking her slot with one hand and stroking her clit with the other. Her love bud throbbed violently under her caress and her hole was fairly awash with cunt juice, squelching loudly as she pushed her fingers up and slurping as she pulled down.

She pretended that it was Tony's cock up her cunt and hiked her ass back and forth to meet her thrusting fingers in a frantic fucking motion. She rolled her hips from, side to side and jerked her belly in and out. Her cunt lips furled back, clutching at her fingers as she pushed them in and out.

She was panting now. Wave after wave of unbridled lust surged through her mind and loins. With complete abandon she rammed her fingers into her steaming twat, her hips dancing wildly on the thrusting digits.

She cried out loud as her orgasm hit her. Her cunt melted and she felt her loins quiver and tremble as her pussy juice flooded forth out over her hand and ran down her thighs to drip onto the carpet at her feet. Great surges of joy coursed through her body, the high points passing through her followed by a momentary lull and then a renewed peak, higher each time, until, reaching the absolute summit, Chastity was whimpering and moaning.

Sighing softly as the spasms gradually subsided, she flopped sideways onto her bed, where she lay, gently stroking her pussy for a while.

Although her orgasm had ground the sharp edges off her lust, that lust was still there. With the edges polished on the grindstone of her climax, it remained as a smooth, solid lump somewhere in her belly, a slab of frustration so real that the girl could feel it sitting there above her cunt, in that unexplored, virginal territory that she wanted so much to open up for intruders, adventurers, exploiters to chart and settle.

The girl was a strange complex of desires and inhibitions. Although she wanted to spread her legs for multitudes of men, she also wanted to be known as chaste and virginal. That would not have been too difficult for some women to resolve. It would have been easy enough to journey to some nearby city where she was not known; fuck whatever was going, suck cocks voraciously amongst strangers, and then return home and act pure as the driven snow until the next time she got the urge to wander. But Chastity just could not see herself doing that.

In truth, she was shy.

She knew herself well enough to predict any such venture would be a failure, leaving her more frustrated than ever. She could drive to a nearby city, sure, but the moment a man tried to pick her up, she would blush and stammer or else flush with anger at the very idea – the idea that she was the sort of girl who could be picked up by a stranger – even though that was exactly the sort of girl she wished to be.

As far as making the approach herself, that was even less feasible. She knew she would simply be incapable of going up to a strange man and making herself available by word or gesture or, more to the point, groping of crotch.

The other alternative was to find a lover amongst her peers, pledge him to secrecy and fuck him to a frazzle whenever they were alone together.

But she balked at that too, in many ways that would be worse than with a stranger. There would be the one man, at least, who would know how passionate she was. How could she ever look him in the eye after she'd had his pecker in her mouth? How could she carry out her public pretense of modesty in the company of a man who had been plowing her cunt to cream?

No, acquaintances were out.

And she was not the sort of girl who could meet strangers easily or, like her sister sometimes did, go to the slummy section of town and do a bit of working-man fucking and welfare-recipient sucking. She saw no solution to the paradox of her nature.

Except for one.

If she could pretend to be her sister.

Such, of course, had been her intention when she'd gone to the chauffeur's quarters earlier that day. It had taken her ages to get up her nerve to try that impersonation. Then at last she had gotten so horny and desperate for pecker that she had steeled herself and given it a try. After all, she reasoned, very few people could tell the two sisters apart.

But the moment that Tony had looked at her neck, she'd realized her scheme had failed. She hadn't thought of that before. Both sisters wore their blonde hair long and Charity's birthmark was usually hidden, but of course, when she was in the process of gulping in great mouthfuls of chauffeur prick, it was only logical that her hair would fly about and he would, notice that identifying mark.

And so her plan had been foiled.

And now her frustration was even worse, having secretly watched Tony and Charity fuck and suck.

The handjob she'd just given herself helped somewhat, but in a way it made things worse.

Although the sell-induced orgasm took away the burning need, it also gave the frustrated girl a hint of what a real orgasm would be like, a feeble and pallid echo of the joy a girl would know when she came with a hard cock up her squeezing pussy.

Now she lay on her flank, her hand cupped over her snatch as if she were trying to contain her lust, to hold it inside her cunt where it belonged. Then her twat began to simmer again.

Chastity wished that she had a phallic shaped object with which she could fuck herself. She was far too shy to buy a dildo or a vibrator, even by mail order, but she was well aware that such things existed.

Then she thought, I'll bet that dirty sister of mine has two or three of the nasty things.

She couldn't ask to borrow one, obviously.

Dare she try to steal one?

She moved to the window and looked out. There was no sign of Charity returning from the garage. Chastity thought, she's probably got Tony's dick stuck up her again, and at that thought a renewed wave of passion swept over her, strengthening her resolve and dissolving her inhibitions.

She threw on a robe and went down the corridor to her sister's bedroom. She looked out the window from there, still saw no sign of her twin, and proceeded to search, the room. Working on the principle that Charity must think the same way as she, Chastity searched all the places where a modest girl might hide a dildo. She looked underneath her sister's panties in the dresser drawer. There were a lot of panties there, all brand new new, since Charity seldom wore any. She looked in the closet, at the very back, then all the shoe boxes and hatboxes and under the bed.

Not a dildo did she find. Damn! I guess I misjudged her, she thought.

And then she saw the rubber dick. Charity did not think like Chastity at all. The rubber dick was in plain sight, handy on the nightstand beside the bed!

Chastity had never seen a dildo before, let alone handled one. She stared at the strange desirable object for a moment, almost afraid to touch it. It was larger than she had imagined such things being, but that was no hardship. The big phallus was a fat rubber tube capped by a mushroom-shaped knob. It was an expensive model and very lifelike, with veins prominent up the stalk and an open cleft in the tip. Charity, as befitted a rich girl, had bought a quality rubber dick, no doubt of that. Chastity wondered if the thing was neglected, because her sister had all the flesh-and-blood dick she wanted, or if it was overworked because, accustomed to having a full pussy, she might have used it whenever she was alone, perhaps even sleeping with it stuffed up her cunt.

The timid girl reached out tentatively, touched the dick and drew her hand back quickly as if it had burned her, or as if she feared it might suddenly come to life, like a sleeping prince of peckers awakened by her touch from its enchantment, and fly directly up her twat.

She touched it again. She wondered if a real prick felt so nice – or even better? She had never touched a cock in her life so it was no wonder that she speculated on such things.

She picked it up by the hilt. The big knob stuck straight up from her fist, as attentive as if there were a horny gentleman attached to the end. Chastity kissed it. This, she thought, is going to be fun.

She hurried back to her own bedroom with the fat rubber dick in hand and visions of creamy orgasms dancing like sugar plum fairies in her randy mind.

In the room above the garage, Tony was giving Charity one last fuck before he vacated.

Charity was on her hands and knees, her head resting on the pillow and her juicy ass hiked up at the highest point of her nimble, bridged body. Tony was kneeling behind her, feeding the meat to her quim, doggy-fashion. He was pounding in with such vigor that the girl's ass was lifted on his strokes and her whole nubile body trembled and vibrated as the big prong plowed up her gash to the hilt. His balls slammed into her crotch like the clapper of a fleshy bell and his belly rubbed against her ass. She reached back between her legs and cupped his balls, squeezing, as if to pump the cum from him by the pressure, as if those bloated sacs were the bulb at the end of a fat eyedropper.

Grunting, he came up her pussy.

The moment she felt that thick, hot spunk pouring into her, the randy girl creamed.

Yes, she certainly was going to miss Tony, she thought. It was a good thing she had a nice rubber dick beside her bed to take care of things until she could make anew arrangement for steady dick.

But the rubber dick was not beside her bed at all. It was, at the moment, up her sister's cunt…

It wasn't the real thing, Chastity thought, but it made a pretty good substitute.

The horny blonde was experimenting, discovering the joy of a stuffed twat from every angle she could imagine.

First, she had sucked it. Pretending it was a real pecker, she had laved the knob with her tongue, lapped up the stalk, then fed it to her mouth and sucked on it. Pushing it in and out she took as much of the big prick into her maw as she could, knowing that this would be invaluable practice for the future. When finally she did get a real dick to suck, she wanted to be prepared. It would be terribly embarrassing, she knew, if she were ta gag or vomit on her first mouthful of cock. She worked the knob right back into her gullet and practiced breathing around it for a while. She was satisfied that she could handle ft all right. It was a shame that a rubber dick couldn't come, for she would have relished the chance to practice swallowing spunk from the stick, but a girl couldn't have everything.

After she had sucked and licked it for some moments, her pussy felt so hot that she wouldn't have been surprised if that hairy crumpet had suddenly ignited.

Then she began to fuck herself. She lay on her back on the bed and fed the rubber dick up her pussy in the missionary position at first. She extended her legs, then she drew up her knees, then she spread her thighs open as far as they would go. Each position altered the strokes slightly, giving new dimensions to the pleasure.

The fat stalk filled her to the brim. Her cunt lips were dragged right inside her hole as she pushed the prick in, then pulled outwards, unfurling, as she drew the thick shaft back out.

Cunt juice gushed out and ran down her crotch and into the crack of her taut ass.

She arched, bridging up from, the bed. Then she curled into a bow, raising her head so that she could watch the rubber cock vanish up her slot. She drew it from her pussy and rubbed the juice-coated knob against her stiff nipples.

Then she knelt and, holding it upright under her, tried a bit of fucking in the woman dominant position, her loins going up and down steadily on the rampant cock. That was nice. Oh, to have a real man flat out under her as she rode him!

She brought the juicy dick to her mouth and tongued her own thick cunt juice from it, pretending that it was a man's spunk bubbling from his cockhead.

Then she fucked herself in a kneeling position for a few moments, first from the front and then pushing the prick in from the back while she clawed at her tingling cunt with her free hand cupped over her cunt.

Remembering how she had watched her so lewd sister take it in a standing position, Chastity stood beside the bed and fed some pseudo-cock to her twat in that position.

Her imagination was running out. Too bashful to buy a copy of the Kama Sutra, she could think of no other fucking postures.

Then she saw herself reflected in the looking glass above her dressing table and that gave her a fine idea. She sat on the stool before the table and tilted the mirror down so that it reflected her loins.

She spread her thighs and slowly pushed the thick pecker up her hole, watching in the mirror, fascinated at the sight of the big dong disappearing into her quim and the creamy cunt juice flowing out around it.

She decided this was the best position of those she'd tried so she settled down to enjoy her orgasm where she was. She fed the dick to her greedy cunt slowly and steadily, grinding her hips and pumping her belly around it as it pushed in and pulled out. She angled it so that the thick plunger ran directly over her clit as it thrust and retreated, and that little knot of feeling began to vibrate wildly.

Oooh… a girl could fall in love with a dildo! She thought as the thing pleasured her to the core of her being.

Then she came.

Her cunt turned fiery and then melted around the hard rod and her liquid lust gushed out, soaking the seat and dripping to the floor and leaving her, for the first time since she'd started to get horny urges, satisfied.

Well, semi-satisfied. She still longed for a real cock and balls, filled with real seminal delights.

She continued to sit there, panting, after she came. The dildo was stuck up her cunt to the hilt and she left it there, just in case the urge to do it again were to sneak up on her. She was smiling happily at the mirror.

She noticed an eyebrow pencil on the table. On a sudden impulse, she took it up and carefully penciled little heart-shaped birthmark on her neck, just where her sister had such a mark. She inspected it in the mirror, grinning. It looked real!

And Chastity knew how she could cleverly masquerade as her twin, the next time such an occasion arose. The thought of that subtle deception thrilled her, for it increased the likelihood that she would, in the near future, find a way to get some prick! It thrilled her so much that she simply had to fuck herself again with the substitute pecker, just to practice.

Charity watched Tony drive off in his own old car. She sighed.

He had promised to telephone her as soon as possible and arrange a time and place far further fucking and sucking, and that was pleasant to look forward to, but still, it would not be the same as having him constantly on call.

And now that her father had cut off her allowance, how would she get around and find new prick? It was a good thing she had that dildo, she thought.

And thinking that, by normal thought processes, the randy nymphette decided that she would go to her bedroom and give herself a long, leisurely session on the rubber dick, just for the hell of it. She headed back to the house.

She didn't notice her sister in the window.

She went in and mounted the stairs, walking slowly and enjoying the way the cunt juice was still trickling down her thighs and how her twat glowed like a fiery ember below her belly.

She went to her bedroom and flopped down on the bed. The dildo was in its usual place. She picked it up.

She frowned. It was warm – hot, almost. It was wet, as well.

She licked it, thoughtfully. It tasted of cunt juice. That's funny, the girl thought. I'm sure that I washed it off after I used it the last time… or sucked it clean, at least. But it definitely felt as if it had been retracted, only moments before, from a hot pussy.

She giggled. If she hadn't known better, she would have thought that her rubber dick had been unfaithful to her! But that was impossible, of course.

Charity shrugged it off and settled down for a long and lingering load of rubber cock.