Self Chastity Stories Novels & Stories

Just then a voice in her head whispered sharply, 'incest', and she stopped in her tracks. "What am I doing?" she whispered to herself in the emptiness. She had never masturbated before and it just seemed so wrong to do it now since her lust was stirred by her brother's innocent kisses. Angelica groaned, feeling embarrassed and guilty. She put her thoughts elsewhere as she drifted off to a somewhat fitful sleep. She tossed and turned most of the night, fighting off the urge to set aside her precious chastity and slip her hand down inside her panties and do what felt so natural. But she didn't give in, and eventually, she won her battle with lust.

“Come to thank me for taking your V-card like a good little slut?” The cheerleader on his lap burst into giggles and kissed his neck again, louder this time, marking her territory. Aaron continued without missing a beat, his tone casual and cruel, like he was telling the funniest story in the world. “Yeah, guys, listen up. Harper here basically begged me to fuck her on Friday night. Said she was so tired of being the pathetic school virgin that everyone made fun of. So I did her a massive favor and popped that cherry.” He laughed, shaking his head dramatically as if the memory was pathetic. “Biggest fucking mistake of my life. Her pussy smelled funny—like old fish mixed with something rotten

“She tried to commit suicide two days later.” Jesus. I winced. “Yeah. And while the situations haven’t all been that severe, they’ve been close. From near strangers who profess their love after a quickie, to stalkers, to one who handcuffed herself to my bed, let’s just say I’ve not been lucky after getting lucky.” “Is your dick cursed with black magic or something?” He shrugged, dragging his eyes up to meet mine. “No, just eight inches long. I also have wicked stamina . . . and an advanced understanding of female anatomy.”

“She tried to commit suicide two days later.” Jesus. I winced. “Yeah. And while the situations haven’t all been that severe, they’ve been close. From near strangers who profess their love after a quickie, to stalkers, to one who handcuffed herself to my bed, let’s just say I’ve not been lucky after getting lucky.” “Is your dick cursed with black magic or something?” He shrugged, dragging his eyes up to meet mine. “No, just eight inches long. I also have wicked stamina . . . and an advanced understanding of female anatomy.”

As she walked down the hall, she heard the telltale sounds of the siblings' shared crescendo. * Mary had to run errands that afternoon, but she came home to quite a sight. Chastity was bent over the couch, completely naked. Blonde hair ran like waterfalls onto the cushions. Her prominent posterior hung over the armrest, lewdly displaying her vagina. Chastity had bragged to Hope before that her clitoris was easy to find and Mary saw that her daughter wasn't kidding. Chastity's little man in the canoe was more like a giant in his yacht.

Giving it a squeeze, I groaned. “Ro….Rowen….I…..I…..” Chastity whimpered again. “Are you touching yourself right now?” I asked. “I……no.” Chastity answered quietly. “Why not?” I responded. “I….I don’t know if it would help.” Chastity whispered. “It will.” I groaned as I ran my hand, up and down my cock. “What are you doing?” Chastity squeaked. “Debating on telling you to get on video chat so I can watch you make yourself cum for me.” I stated.

He murmured before pulling her head down until it was on the same level as his cock. She swallowed hard at how veiny and huge it was. She could've get used to it. But it's been two years since something happened to them. It's been two years since she last saw it. "How many women have you taken inside the cell?" She asked, her throat was getting dry in anticipation. "Nothing. I've been celibate while waiting until you're ready, Charylle." He answered with a heavy tone. He was also panting at how near her lips to his tip.

“Well, I think it’s time for a renegotiation. I mean, it’s always the same: big cock yada yada yada, muscles yada yada yada, long, blond hair yada yada yada, better in the sack—do you actually have sex with these random guys?” “Of course I do! I wouldn’t lie to you. Is that what you think? That I’m lying? That these guys don’t exist?” Barbara sat down on the bed and ran her fingers over his chastity device, playing with his caged cock, running her little fingernail over the skin that was reachable through the slits and fondling his balls. “Do you want me to bring one home, fuck him in front of you?” She could already see his skin swelling, filling any available wiggle room. Barbara arrived h

This story took place the summer after I graduated high school. My girlfriend in high school, her name was Krista, was a very strict born-again Christian. While we would never have actual sex she had no problem with mutual masturbation. This story is about how she unintentionally gave me one of the best summers ever.

"No way on earth, no. Ok, my story's exhausting as poop. I was a beautiful forlorn failure in school, however I earned substantial sums of money out of it. Out of nowhere got famous with the women." "So you chose to turn into a womanizing nouveau-rich butt sphincter with a preference for whores?" Kat prodded, summoning just a scowl from her accomplice. "I kid. Hello, I like poop chutes. "That is rich, better believe it. Given a rimjob previously?" her customer murmured, his jaw holding a bit - yet he before long loose, particularly as he found time to finish his beverage. "Mhm. By what other means would I realize that I like butt sphincters?" the redhead fixed her back gladly.