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Subject: {ASSM} The Downward Spiral Chap 6 (by MOF)
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The first five chapters of this story can be found at
http://www.asstr-mirror.org/files/Authors/MOF
I suggest reading them first.
The story is Mmff, humil, spank, oral, incest and other nasty stuff. The
usual caveats apply. Let me know what you think.
MOF
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Chapter 6
by Megan Smith
Mom, Eric and I (I suppose you could include David) had a busy
day. First we went shopping. Then we came home and for the rest
of our busy day the three of us were naked. We built paddles to
abuse our asses, tapered dildoes to shove up our assholes, bowls
to eat out of like dogs and stools with dildoes attached to
stretch our sphincter muscles. David thought it would be a good
idea to stretch our assholes so we wouldn't suffer as much when
he sodomized us. David is a thoughtful person.
We spent a good part of the day with the tapered dildoes inside
of us. Once we removed those we sat on our stools with larger,
more unrelenting dildoes inside of us. The interesting thing is
that the dildoes felt kind of neat... kind of sexy. After
hustling around on our knees taking care of dinner we got a break
and relaxed in front of the TV. But, naturally, that didn't
last. David decided that it was time to try out our new paddles.
We crawled into our bedrooms and retrieved them from the wall.
Based on the one swat that I had received, I was not looking
forward to what was coming. I'll never understand why I get
aroused when looking forward to such excruciating pain but
aroused I was. I strongly suspected that within the hour I'd be
crying and begging for mercy and the thought of it was making me
wet. Go figure. I'm sure that part of it is releasing all
control of my being to another person. And to know that that
person has the power to use and hurt me any way he or she
pleases. I don't know why this is erotic but it is.
David remained in his chair. He decided that we should hurt each
other instead of having to do it himself. He ordered, we
obeyed.
"Jill, stand and touch your toes. Keep your knees straight," he
ordered. Mom's in pretty good shape and she managed without
difficulty. She looked pretty sexy bent over with her damp sex
peeking out beneath her ass.
"If you break position, Jill, you get extra," David continued.
"Give her five swats, Eric. Hard. If I feel that any one of
them isn't hard enough she'll get extra and so will you. Batter
up."
I don't think Eric needed any extra incentive. He's a natural
born paddler. He rose to his feet and using mom's personalized
paddle smacked her in the ass. Hard. Mom gasped but held
position. Four more hard smacks. Mom held position as her
cheeks grew fiery red. Eric's prick was hard and I was getting
wetter. I tingled.
"You may swat Eric, now, Jill," said David.
They exchanged positions and Eric got his. It took some steam
out of his prick. Next I exchanged five with Eric and then I
exchanged five with mom. As mom slammed the last three blows
into my ass tears were welling up in my eyes but with
considerable effort I managed to hold position.
When the paddling was done David had his three sniffling
sufferers kneeling in position at his feet.
"That was just a warm-up," he said. "You'll all be under SPH
tomorrow morning when you get up. The first thing I want you do
is insert your dildoes in each other. You better be up by nine.
I don't want us to be late for church. One more thing. No sex
to night."
Dildoes? Church? We're going to church with a dildo stuck up
our ass? God help us!
I slept with Eric that night and we kissed and petted some but
obeyed David and refrained from sex. It took some effort but we
managed. I set the alarm and got up at nine. First I peed then
I dragged Eric out of bed. We crawled to where David had put our
dildoes and found that he had attached a wooden ball to the end
of each one. One ball was red, one blue and one yellow. As we
discovered this mom crawled in and we each picked a color. Once
my dildo was inserted the ball squeezed between my cheeks and
made me even more aware of its presence.
Eric and I showered on our knees and crawled to the kitchen where
we put cereal and milk in our red bowls and some juice in our
blue ones. Mom joined us. When David entered he was presented
with three red fannies sticking up in the air, each accented with
a dot in the center, one red, one yellow and one blue.
An hour later we were getting out of the car to attend church.
This was not a usual experience for us. Every now and then mom
would get religion and decide that we should all attend and that
would last for about a month and we rejoined the relapsed. The
church we attended was the one we went to regularly before dad
died and we belonged to (at least in name) ever since. As a
result we got to shake many hands and hug many people. An
interesting experience, considering that we were wearing no
underwear (per David's instructions,) mom and I were both wearing
skirts (also per David's instructions,) and had dildoes up our
asses. Both mom and I have boobs that aren't all that large so
the lack of bras wasn't too noticeable. I noticed, though, that
some of the male hugs were a little tighter than usual. We met
the Mortons, much to their surprise, and we agreed to sit
together. Beth seemed like a nice kid but her brother, Todd, was
a real dick-head. He'd always ogle me and make smartass remarks
about how he'd like to get inside my pants or something. It took
him two seconds to determine that I didn't have a bra on and two
more to "accidentally" brush his hand against my tits while
reaching across me to shake hands with David.
The adults sat in one pew and we kids sat in the pew in front of
them. Beth on the inside, then Eric, me and dick-head on the
aisle. Eric was torn between wanting to sit next to Beth because
he had a crush on her and not sitting next to her because he was
embarrassed abut the state of his asshole. I could see the bulge
in his pants and see that Beth noticed it to. Every time we
stood Eric had to take a second to arrange himself. He wasn't
his usual loquacious self. Todd sat tight against me and kept
rubbing his leg against mine. Then he devised the strategy of
reaching across me to get his sister's attention and touching or
rubbing my tits in the process. That would have been only a
minor irritant except every time he did it the little shit would
look at me and leer. During the anthem I whispered in his ear to
keep his hands to himself and he leered once more me and said,
"If your gonna flaunt 'em I'm gonna touch 'em."
The worst part of it was that with the leg rubbing and tit
touching and the dildo in my bottom I was getting wet and I could
feel my face flush. Todd whispered, "You like it, don't you."
"No!" I whispered back. "Now stop it, you little shit!"
He dropped his hymnal on the floor and had his hands all over my
bare legs retrieving it. I kept my knees together like I thought
I was the Virgin Mary. That kind of stuff lasted the whole
service. I bet he dropped his hymnal five times. He got a good
feel passing the collection plate. The service finally ended but
even then my ordeal wasn't over. When he stood to let me out his
hand felt my ass. I was terrified that he'd feel the ball on my
dildo and I must have jumped a foot.
We finally got out of there. I don't think we were in the car two
second before I began bitching about what a dick-head Todd was.
David smiled and said he wasn't that bad and that we were going
to the Mortons for dinner tomorrow and I should be nice to him.
"I'm going to need a stun gun," I mumbled.
When we got home the three of us immediately stripped naked and
prepared lunch, which we ate in the customary manner, bowls on
the floor, butts in the air. After lunch we were relegated to
our stools and this time Eric's and mine had the larger diameter
dildoes. I could feel the difference but it wasn't any less
comfortable. We sat in the same arrangement that we were in
before, the three of us facing each other, sitting on our dildoes
and displaying our sex.
David left us to ourselves, again. As soon as he was gone I
started in about Todd and told mom and Eric what a jerk he was in
church. They both thought it was funny and laughed. After I was
through venting about Todd I told Eric that it looked like he was
happy to see Beth. While I said this I looked fixedly at Eric's
prick which was semi-hard even now. Eric blushed.
"You like her, don't you?" asked mom.
"Well, yeah, I guess I do," he said, "but she's only fifteen and
I'm not sure I should have a relationship with a fifteen year old
kid. Particularly when I'm fucking my sister, my mother and her
boyfriend. She might not understand." As he said that he placed
his hands on the stool seat and slid up and down on his dildo a
couple times. "She might not understand some of the other
strange things we do," he added.
"You don't have to tell her everything," I said. "I like her and
I think she's pretty mature for fifteen. And, of course, you
don't have to take part in all this."
"Yes I do," he replied. "As much as I hate to say it, I love all
this. I couldn't stand it if I thought I had to give you two up.
Strange as it may seem, I'm happier now than I've ever been.
This is my whole life now and I don't think I could include a
normal relationship with a normal person."
"I guess not," I said. I didn't think I could either.
We talked about other things and there were some pauses that
would last five or ten minutes when we didn't say anything.
During the pauses we'd drink each other in with our eyes. We'd
stare at each other and we had become so close that we didn't
find it awkward. I'd stare at Eric's chest, his legs his face
and his penis, which was sometimes hard and sometimes not and,
usually, somewhere in-between. I'd stare at mom's sex and
consider her labia and how they parted slightly revealing a
glimpse of her damp inner lips. And I'd stare at her breasts and
her hard erect nipples and the slight flush on her face and the
way perspiration formed on her upper lip. And I'd feel Eric and
mom inspecting me just as closely and it aroused me.
After about two hours David returned. He told Eric that he was
off SPH and to dress if he wanted. He told Eric that he was
going to learn about control today. Eric climbed off his stool
but he didn't bother getting dressed. He just collapsed, naked,
into a chair. Being naked is a state you can get used to as long
as some of the other people present are also naked. If the
temperature's right I think it's preferable. It feels good.
Then David addressed mom and me. "You two are still on SPH. The
first thing I want you to do is clean off the dildoes and then
get Eric and me a couple beers and some cheese and crackers.
After that there are some exercises I want you to do and then
Eric and I are going to improve the color of your rosy bottoms
and we're going to try out those hole you've been stretching for
us."
"Yes, Master David," we replied. We slipped our bottoms up off
the dildoes and got down on our hands and knees. We performed
our chores, having to leave our knees occasionally to reach
something. When we were done we knelt at the feet of our two
masters.
"Megan," said David, "I want you to lay on your back. Eric and I
are going to watch as your mother makes oral love to your cunt.
But no orgasms. Not yet."
I lay on my back as instructed, feet flat on the floor, knees
bent, legs spread. Mom knelt between my legs and her face went
straight to my sex. She cradled my bottom in her hands as she
began kissing and licking and I was humping away in shortorder.
"Master David." I gasped, "I better stop or I'm going to come."
"OK," he said. "Change positions."
We did and my tongue was quickly deep inside my mother. I found
a strange peaceful security in having my face buried in my
mother's crotch, drinking in the smell and taste of her sex and
arousal. For some reason I found it to be as erotic as having
her doing the same to me. I loved feeling her respond to my
tongue and drive against my face. I could feel her approaching
an orgasm and, although it was the last thing I wanted to do, I
pulled my face away but remained kneeling between her legs. I
wrapped my arms around her legs and squeezed them against my
body. I wanted to feel her and be part of her. I lowered my
face, wet with her juices, to her leg and rubbed my cheek against
it and kissed and licked it. If some one had even touched my sex
I would have come. Mom was just as close. I could feel it,
smell it.
David sensed our arousal and had us kneel in position. We were
both panting and our displayed sex was wet and swollen.
"Get your paddles," he said.
We crawled off toward our bedrooms. Now the fun starts, I
thought.
We returned and were instructed to lie over the kitchen table
lengthways, one at each end. If we slid forward just a bit,
which is what we were instructed to do, our faces were adjacent
to each other. I wrapped one arm around mom's head with my palm
on her back and she did the same to me. Our other hands gripped
the side edges of the table. Our lips were touching or, if we
each turned our heads a little, we were cheek to cheek.
David positioned himself next to my ass and Eric next to mom's.
The first blow came crashing into my butt, forcing the air out of
my mouth and into mom's. Mom got it next. Then me. Then mom.
Then me. Then mom. We tightened our hold on each other's head
and pressed our cheeks together in an embrace made passionate by
pain. We each got ten swats. Mine ranged from the top of my
cheeks to the top of my thighs. I didn't think anything could
hurt as much as that paddle slamming into my thighs. By the time
we had received ten swats mom and I were both crying and our
tears mixed on our faces. At the end of ten there was a respite
and I stroked mom's hair and her neck and I kissed her cheeks and
her lips and her wet eyes.
As we consoled each other David's finger, made slippery with
Vaseline, poked into my anus and probed around. It slipped out
and I could feel him wiping it clean on my hip as his prick, also
slippery, began poking its way into my asshole. David pushed it
through the sphincter muscles that were made accessible by the
various dildoes and I felt the length of him slide into me. It
felt smooth and hard and pliant like a phallus that belonged in
me and not some foreign piece of wood. So much better I thought.
I could tell by the rhythmic rocking of mom's head that Eric had
entered her and was pumping away. Our lips touched and our
tongues probed as their loins banged against our suffering asses
and their hard pricks slid in and out of our bowels. My climax
was approaching when the prick slipped out of my anus and I felt
nothing. Through mom's lips I pleaded. "Please. Please. Don't
stop," I cried quietly.
Eric and David exchanged places and now it was Eric wielding the
paddle that slammed into my ass. His swats were harder, more
aggressive. I didn't think it could be possible but they hurt
even more. The noise of the paddles smacking naked flesh filled
the room, each one accented by our piteous cries. After five
swats I had arrived at the absolute limits of my capacity to
endure pain. The swats continued. My entire body was shaking
and quivering. My bare toes were dancing on the cold kitchen
floor. My face was awash with salty tears. When the paddling
finally stopped it seemed like my ass continued growing hotter.
Mom and I were sobbing uncontrollably into each other's faces.
Through the pain I felt Eric's prick push into my anus and begin
its stroking rhythm. As my body began to respond with its own
involuntary pumping I heard a buzzing sound, like an electric
razor. I felt a vibration against my sex, between my labia,
against my clitoris. The vibrating dildo slipped into my sopping
vagina and began stroking in time with the hard penis ravaging my
bowels. My back arched, my neck extended and bursts of
unintelligible noised issued from my mouth. Eric's loins
continued assaulting my abused ass. Pain and vibrations and
rhythm coursed through my body sending rushes of adrenaline to my
fingertips, to my toes, to the bottom recesses of my brain. I
looked into my mother's face and saw my passion and ecstasy
reflected in her eyes. Through the reaches of my orgasm I felt
Eric's semen course through his penis and shoot deep into my
bowels. The rush throbbed through my body again and again and
began to subside into my pain and my exhaustion. As the orgasm
ebbed, mom and I lay face to face, cheek upon cheek, soul to
soul. Eric, his softening prick still in me, began kneading my
back with his strong hands, restoring some of the life that had
been sucked out by the orgasm.
Time passed. Somehow I had moved from the table to the tile
floor where I lay on my side hard against my mother's supine
body, my one leg extended and my other wrapped around her hip.
Our cheeks were together (had they ever parted?) The floor was
cold and hard and we crawled to the family room and collapsed on
the floor. David and Eric had provided us with cushions for our
heads. I could see them somewhere in another world, their lithe,
naked, glistening bodies relaxing, one on the sofa and one in a
chair. My whole existence had been reduced to the pain in my
bottom and an overwhelming all pervading peace.
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