With first invasions

Chastity gulped down the last of her meal… the fact that it had been doused in semen now seeming completely irrelevant in the course of the morning. The kitchen/dining room was wide and brightly lit, filled with the glorious sunshine of another fine spring morning. The Brothers of the commune which remained seemed the last of the bunch, late arrivals who had only appeared after the first selection had had their hunger’s sated. It all felt very much like a congenial changing of the shifts, the movements of the masked strangers who now entered being a lot more sluggish and wearied. Giving every impression that they had been up all night participating in some form of strenuous physical labour. Most barely glanced at the naked teen, or her mother… gratefully accepting the plates of food with barely a grunt or a grope of her full breasts.

Yet, through all this… Father’s fingers had been hard at work upon the young girl’s nerves. Prodding and stroking and kneading her lower lips. He had run one long, rough digit up and down the slit of her until her body seemed to simply gush with answering fluids. Every time he reached a certain point at the top of this run a flash of light seemed to blur her vision and douse her thoughts. But he never stayed there long… giving her just teasing hints of electric sensations as if on purpose. Chastity could feel the damp patch she was creating on the fabric of his pant’s leg. Could feel the unsuitable position she was sinking back into, as her thighs spread wider and wider on their own accord and she rested her bare back against his chest and rolled her neck against his shoulder blade. However, there was nothing she could do about any of that… nor honestly could say she wanted to. Everything seemed to be becoming edged in a rosy hue. The sun felt warmer upon her skin. The catch of the breath in her lungs felt clearer and fresher. Little flutters and changes in his explorations made her whole body twitch in spasming reflex, and that was okay too…

In front of her, Mother seemed to have finished at the stove. The last of the Brothers were scraping their plates clean. One seemed to decide he wasn’t that exhausted, and proceeded to bend the morning’s cook forward over the table. Chastity could see the delight in her parent’s eyes as her breasts were squashed down against the shaky, wooden surface and her arms were pulled back to act as leverage. The man free’d his rather impressive implement, the largest, swollen ‘tool of sin’ that Chastity had yet seen. Then proceeded to bury it, deeply, into some unseen place between the woman’s legs. The evasively-educated teen had no real idea where he might have shoved such a monstrosity… but a_ couple of _good guesses. The recognisable noises her mother started making informing her that this was also what had been occurring next to her in the dark last night. The scrape and rattle of the table legs against the floor and the unholy squelches that began to arise giving her great, gulping pauses in imagination over what her parent might be experiencing.

Of course, it was in that very moment that Father’s first digit slipped inside her private maidenhood. The immensity of feeling brought about by a part of someone else being inside of her nearly throwing her over some coming precipice immediately. It slid in and out, in and out, and half the universe seemed to be dragged along with it. She had never even imagined that there were sensations such as these, as her face flushed hot and cold, and her nipples seemed to grate against the breeze itself. Some huge tsunami of white noise and emotion started at the other side of the planet… only to rush directly toward her and crash only within the confines of her small and shaking frame. She heard a series of abhorrently unthinkable moans… and realised they were coming from her own mouth. Before slumping back shattered against the man who held her.

He continued to dip that finger inside of her… even adding a second. Chastity could do nothing but watch as her mother continued to be pushed toward some similar climax. Unable to even try to comprehend what she might have just experienced.