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Subject: {ASSM} I Am What I AM - by MOF (humil, cons, 1st, inc)
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If you're under eighteen I envy you. Oh, and don't read the story
because it will corrupt your mind. If you're eighteen or over it's ok
because you're mind's probably already corrupted. If it's not corrupted
and you want to corrupt it, read the story. If you don't want to corrupt
it why are you here?
The first chapter of this story can be found at:
http://www.asstr-mirror.org/files/Authors/MOF
or
http://storiesonline.net
Your comments are welcome.
MOF
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Not a bad day for a fourteen-year-old boy. Of course, that
depends on what it takes to turn you on. I'm sure that most
people would not be too excited about getting a severe spanking.
It never occurred to me that it would turn me on. The fact that
it was my fifteen-year-old sister, Trish, and her pretty friend,
Katie, that were doing the paddling might have had something to
do with my arousal. Or the fact that I was naked. Or the fact
that I'm a perv and on the road to hell. Hey, I don't mind being
a perv. Truth is, I like it. The afternoon that I got paddled
and became Trish's and Katie's slave was a defining moment in my
life. I was never the same and never happier.
After Trish sucked my dick and left I collapsed in the deck
chair, ignoring the pain that it caused my abused bottom. I
thought about the things that had happened that afternoon and,
believe it or not, got excited all over again. They left me with
the promise that this was only the beginning. I was truly the
slave of Trish and Katie. When just the three of us were
together I would do anything they wanted me to do. No matter how
painful or humiliating or disgusting it might be. I couldn't
wait for the next session.
I thought about my girlfriend, Tracy, who I was in love with.
Or, at least, I was in love with her until Trish and Katie took
over my life. Now I wasn't so sure. Very confusing. The
furthest Tracy and I had gone was serious kissing plus not so
serious petting. I had felt her breasts a number of times and
one time when we were making out she had a halter-top on and I
got my hand under it. Phenomenal! At least at the time it was
phenomenal. Now that I'd eaten two girls and had a blow job...
Well, my perspective had changed. Tracy never protested against
any of my advances. I was just too scared to continue. Afraid
of rejection and all of that stuff that every teenager knows
about.
I was thinking about Tracy and Trish and Katie when Katie
reappeared, dressed in shorts and a short top and looking as sexy
as ever. Up until the day I became her slave she never looked
sexy. She looked like my pain-in-the-ass sister. Now she looked
sexy. Long tanned legs, a trim hard stomach, a nice pair of firm
medium sized tits and a cute face with a pretty smile. She
flashed me the smile as she said, "Better get your rosy red ass
covered, bro. Mom's going to be home soon and we wouldn't want
her to find out what a pervert you are, would we?"
"Yes, Mistress Patricia," I said, rising from my chair. I wasn't
sure if I had to say "Mistress" since Katie wasn't present but I
did, just because I wanted to. I winced as my bruised ass
separated from the chair webbing.
"Come here, baby brother," she said as she held her hand out. I
took her hand and she led me up the stairs to her bedroom. She
took a bottle of lotion from her dresser and sat on her bed,
patting her lap. I was hoping she was going to apply the lotion
and not the flat of her hand. My bottom could not survive any
more pain. I lay across her lap and she adjusted me so that my
resurrected prick was gripped between her thighs. One of my legs
was on the bed and the other on the floor, thereby spreading my
cheeks. My torso was draped down next to her leg and my face was
next to her ankle. With one hand flat on the floor to steady
myself, I cradled her ankle with my other and pressed my lips to
it. Trish squirted the lotion directly on to my bottom and began
rubbing it in. Her hands were cool and gentle. She caressed my
cheeks and thighs and it felt like heaven. It occurred to me
that if I hadn't suffered the excruciating pain I wouldn't be
able to experience this blessed relief. She squeezed a bead of
lotion down the length of my crack and with her fingers she
followed the bead from the top of my crack to my anus.
"Don't worry, baby brother," she said, "I trimmed my finger
nails."
Her slippery finger wiggled against my hole and forced its way
in. The finger slid in and out a couple times and then probed
deeply. I could feel her second knuckles hard against my bum
cheeks as her finger probed and circled as deep in my bowls as
she could force it. I pressed my lips hard against her ankle and
kissed and licked as I tried to slide my prick between her
thighs. My brain told me that I was out of juice but my prick
said what's the harm in trying.
Trish slipped her finger out and gave each cheek a gentle smack
and said, "Go get dressed, perv, before mom gets here."
I slid to the floor with a thump and we both giggled. "Yes,
Mistress Patricia," I said. I struggled to my knees and wrapped
my arms around her and kissed her on the lips, poking my tongue
in her mouth. She returned in kind. Finally, completely
drained, I left for my room where I dressed and cleaned up the
lamp that was broken a hundred years before.
Mom and dad came home and we had dinner and we talked like it was
an ordinary day. I told them I didn't feel well that morning and
skipped work and dad said I played hooky and I said, "Yeah," and
I got the responsibility lecture and Trish said I should be
spanked and dad said you're never too old and mom said that she
was the only adult in the family and we all laughed. Trish and I
probably laughed harder than we should have. After dinner Trish
and I hung around the house and watched TV and mom said aren't
you going out and we said, "Nah," and mom said well it's nice to
see you two doing something together for a change and we said
"Yeah" and we all laughed. Trish and I probably laughed harder
than we should have.
All the time we were having these scintillating conversations all
I could think of was paddling and naked Trish and oral sex and
naked Katie and masturbating and blow jobs and naked me and
Trish's finger up my ass. I was hard more than I wasn't. And my
ass still hurt.
The next day at work my mind revolved around the same topics and
I made so many mistakes that I almost got fired. I was still
hard more than I wasn't but at least my ass didn't hurt as much.
I got off work after the lunch rush and the rest of my day was
relax at home, or maybe not, and a date that evening with Tracy.
As I pedaled my bike home, my heart was racing with anticipation
and trepidation. It was a neat feeling and I was excited. The
possibility existed, of course, that Trish and Katie wouldn't
even be there. God how I hoped they would be. They were.
They were sunning on two chaise lounges by our pool and they were
naked and they were absolutely gorgeous. I was owned by the two
most beautiful females in the world. I had the feeling that they
were talking about me and waiting for me.
"Well, if it isn't the dipshit pervert," said Katie. "Get naked
and get over here."
While I stripped my clothes off she and Trish rose to a sitting
position with their legs over the sides of their chaises and
their feet on the deck. Trish's knees were together and her legs
were angled off to one side so all I could see was her furry
black bush. That sight plus her firm breasts and hard nipples
and her pretty face (the face that I knew so well but was
discovering all over again) were creating emotions that were more
than any fourteen-year-old brain should have to deal with.
Katie's feet were flat on the deck and she had her elbows on her
spread knees. I could see her golden haired pussy, the same
pussy that I had so thoroughly made love to the previous day.
Made love to with my mouth and lips and tongue. The pussy that
engulfed me with warmth and odor and dampness.
Trish interrupted my reverie. "Stop gawking like an idiot and
get your miserable ass over here," she ordered with a cynical
smile on her face.
"Yes, Mistress Patricia," I said and did as I was told. I stood
next to her and the last time my prick was that close to her
mouth I got the first blow job of my short life. I couldn't
believe that I'd be so lucky as to receive my second. I was
right. I wasn't that lucky.
"Turn around, dickhead, and let's see you ass," she said.
Katie joined her and I noticed that as they sat next to each
other on the chaise their thighs were touching. The two of them
inspected my black and blue butt with lots of touching and
poking. They had me turn around so they could check out my prick
and balls. They touched and squeezed and kneaded. I was hard
and getting close. There are certain things that a
fourteen-year-old boy can't control while his genitals are being
manipulated by two pretty, naked, fifteen-year-old girls. Katie
didn't understand that.
"If you cum on me, asswipe, I'm cutting this thing off with a
rusty knife," she said.
"Please, Mistress Katherine," I pleaded, "I'm not sure I can
control myself."
"Let's tie this sucker up." Katie said. "Go get some cord,
asswipe. Bring a knife, too, in case I have to castrate you."
I found a ball of cord in the laundry room and got a paring knife
from the kitchen. They fiddled around with the cord and my balls
and prick. I ended up with the cord tied around my sack and
between my balls. They tied fairly tightly and when they were
finished it looked like two blue golf balls poking out of a nest
of white cord. Then they tied another length of cord around the
base of my prick and wrapped the length of it up like a mummy so
that just the head stuck out, also blue. At some point during
these ministrations a drop of cum or pre-cum or something
squeezed out. I couldn't really cum, I guess because my balls
were tied off. Trish wiped the cum off with her finger and stuck
it in my mouth.
My tied up genitals weren't terribly painful but I certainly knew
they were tied up. It was a kind of feeling that I sometimes
liked and sometimes didn't. After they were through with tying
my prick and balls up I was instructed to get two clothes pins
that were clipped to my nipples. That hurt. More and more.
Both girls returned to their chaises laying on the fronts. Trish
gave me the suntan oil and told me to get to work and pay
particular attention to the areas that weren't tanned. That
meant, of course, those two luscious round globes of white skin
and I went straight to work thinking about the untanned areas if
she should turn over and also wondering if my balls were in
danger of bursting.
With my nipples hurting and my balls aching I began applying the
suntan lotion and, as instructed, I paid particular attention to
her bottom. After thoroughly rubbing the oil in I went for the
crack and then the hole. As my finger probed she pushed back and
I got the feeling that she was enjoying my efforts. Emboldened,
I pushed further until the length of my finger was buried in
Trish's asshole. As I wiggled and rotated my finger she wiggled
and rotated her bottom. I looked over at Katie who was watching
us intently. She caught my eye and smiled and winked. I smiled
in return. She gave me that come hither look and patted her bare
bottom. Leaning forward I whispered in Trish's ear, "Mistress
Katherine wants me to do her, Mistress Patricia."
"Go ahead," she replied. "But first clean your finger. With
your mouth."
I slipped my finger from her asshole and she asked to see it. It
had shit on the tip and under the nail. She nodded and I put it
in my mouth and sucked it clean. It tasted of Coppertone and
shit. I liked the shit better than the Coppertone. I took the
lotion and knelt beside Katie but before I could apply it she
said, "Kiss my ass, first." I lowered my face to her sun-warmed
bottom and planted one on each cheek. My balls were turning an
alarming shade of purple.
"The asshole, dipshit. Kiss the asshole," she said. Putting a
hand on each cheek I spread them and dipped my face into her
crack. As I put my pursed lips to her anus I heard her say, "Now
that's what I call cheek to cheek. Stick your tongue in,
dipshit. As deep as you can get it."
I pressed my face hard into her ass and forced my tongue into her
asshole. Wiggling and pressing I worked it in and I could feel
her sphincter muscles give way. I was swallowed up in
sensuality. The taste and the odor and the cheek to cheek were
overwhelming my senses. My blue balls were aching.
After buggering Katie with my tongue for a while I was instructed
to apply the suntan lotion. While I was doing that Trish got me
up to date on what my near future would consist of.
"Michael," she said, "you may not believe this, but you gorgeous
sister and her beautiful friend are virgins. We've decided that
it's time to change this state of affairs and we've also decided
that our new toy is going to help us."
Trish had my attention. Evidently oral sex didn't change our
virgin status. Three virgins were going to lose their cherries
(metaphorically speaking) if my genitals didn't blow up first.
"But we have a problem," Trish continued. "We both paid close
attention when mom told us where babies came from and we've
determined that you need some rubbers. I don't suppose you have
any, do you, dipshit?"
"No, Mistress Patricia," I replied.
"Well, you're simply going to have to buy some, then. I want you
to put on a pair of shorts and a t-shirt and pedal over to
Wal-Mart and get some. Buy a nice selection that we can choose
from, OK? Oh, and since Katie and I are such compassionate
people we're going to remove the clothes pins."
The clothes pins? Not the ball busting cord? Wal-Mart with my
prick and balls tied up? God help me!
The two girls got back together on the same chaise as before with
me standing in front of them. They each grabbed a clothespin but
instead of opening them they simply pulled then off, stretching
my acing nipples. Excruciating pain and then blessed relief.
"Maybe we better do something about his balls," said Katie.
"They look pretty blue. Maybe we should untie them for a bit and
give him some relief. We wouldn't want to mess him up so he
can't properly perform for us."
"Yeah, you're right," said my sister. "Let's give him a half
hour reprieve and then we can tie him up for his trip to
Wal-Mart."
As they released my cock and balls cum dribbled out of the end of
my prick and on to the deck. I must have cum while they were
tying me up and the semen had no place to go.
"Eeww," said Katie. "Gross! Lick that up, asshole." I got down
on my hands and knees and licked my cum off the pool deck.
Both girls lay on their backs and for the next half-hour I rubbed
the lotion on their fronts, paying particular attention to the
paler skin. My prick appeared to have recovered from being tied
up, a fact noted by the girls. While applying the lotion to
Trish's pubic area I got her humping but she made me stop. She
said she was saving herself for her official deflowering.
After about half an hour I was tied up again and dressed in
shorts, t-shirt and sandals. No underwear. My tied up genitals
made a noticeable bulge in my shorts. I was ready for my trip to
Wal-Mart.
While riding my bike I was super aware of my bondage. Every
rotation of the pedals was sensed my ultra-sensitive prick and
balls. I rode by some kids I knew and they called for me to join
them. No way! I pedaled on with my heart in my throat, praying
that they wouldn't take after me. If anyone had been watching
from the right angle when I dismounted my bike at Wal-Mart they
could have seen up my shorts, seen my tied blue balls and the
blue head of my prick. On the way in I grabbed a cart from the
old fart doing cart duty thinking that if I kept it in front of
me I could shield my bulge.
Rubbers. Where the hell did Wal-Mart sell rubbers? Probably not
hardware. Toys? Nah. Made sense though. Health and beauty
aids. All I had to do was find health and beauty aids without
running into someone I... Shit! Tracey! And her mom! And her
kid sister!
"Hey, Michael," Damn! She spotted me.
"Hi, Tracy. How's it going? Hi Mrs. Jones. Hi Riley."
"Well, hello Michael," enthused Mrs. Jones as she sidestepped my
shopping cart and stuck her hand out. "How have you been?" she
asked with her overbright smile. "It's been ages since we've
seen you." A week, tops.
I shook her hand with a dopey smile, brought the cart up tight
against my stomach and carried the conversational ball with my
usual elan. "Uh, yeah, I guess... That is... Hi Tracey." Shit!
I already said hi to her. "Uh, how's it going?" Did I say that?
I had no idea. My heart was no longer in my throat. It was in
my balls. I could feel it thumping down there.
Tracey gave me her cutest smile and said, "OK, I guess." Riley
was looking through the wire mesh of the cart and straight at my
crotch.
"If you have a cart," she said, "you should put something in it.
Else, why do you need it? Huh?" It occurred to me that the cart
would make a nice set of braces for her twerpy little mouth.
I smiled at her and said... I have no idea what I said. From
that point on my mind went blank like when someone's been in a
terrible car accident. After five minutes of stuttering and
blank looks and parallel conversations I said "see ya' tonight"
and Tracey said great and we parted. I had to wander around the
store for twenty minutes waiting for them to leave and making
sure they didn't see me spying on them. I felt like a fool with
my bound blue balls talking to ordinary people and then I thought
of Trish and Katie and how I was doing this not because I wanted
to but because I was their slave (yeah, yeah, I know, I was their
slave because I wanted to be) and, shit, did my balls ache.
I eventually found myself at the check out counter with my three
packages of condoms. I chose a package that said "ribbed" like
"ribbed" was a good thing. Another package said "extra
sensation" and I liked the sound of that. The last package said
"studded with raised rubber studs for additional sensation."
That sounded like something that my new mistresses would like.
The check out girl, who looked like she was eighteen going on
forty-five, looked at my purchases, then at my empty cart, then
at my crotch and rolled her eyes as my face turned a hundred
shades of red.
Finally I was riding home with aching balls and a plastic bag
with enough rubbers for an orgy. My addled brain was filled with
visions of naked Trish and naked Katie and their wonderful cunts
filled with my raging cock that was encased with a rubber studded
condom. I don't know how I got home alive. But I did and within
five minutes I was kneeling in my parent's bedroom, naked and
with my balls and prick unbound.
I guessed that Trish and Katie had chosen that room for their
deflowering because of the king-size bed. Katie was tying a
towel around my eyes. I was to be blindfolded. The blindfold
deprived me of the visual enjoyment of the girls but heightened
my other senses. I was told to lie in the middle of the bed on
my back. Once in position I could feel one of the girls
straddling me, kneeling on each side of face. A pillow was
thrust under my head and my mouth and nose were buried in the now
familiar folds of labia. The cunt began to grind against me and
a hand cradled the back of my head and drove my face into her
wonderful delicious sex. My nose poked between her labia and
then was pushed against her clitoris. I sucked and kissed and
applied my tongue as vigorously as I could. As my senses were
engulfed with the feel and odor and taste of adolescent feminine
sex another pair of legs straddled my hips. A rubber was slid
over my engorged cock and fingers guided it into the soft and
luscious folds of a damp and ready cunt.
The girl sitting on my face crawled off leaving it covered with
her juices. My hands went for the front of the girl riding me
and enveloped a pair of firm breasts I had no idea whose and
didn't care. She leaned forward and my hands traveled to her the
globes of her ass that were thrusting in rhythm. She kissed my
slippery lips and thrust her tongue in my mouth tasting the cunt
that had just been there. I wanted to prolong the sensory
delight but it was no good. I was too young and inexperienced.
My panting increased and I filled my condom. She felt me cum and
groaned and grabbed a tuft of hair on either side of my head and
fell back between my kegs pulling my head with her. My prick,
still semi-hard, slipped out of her and I doubled my legs so that
I was kneeling over her, ready to continue the kiss. Instead,
she thrust my head between her legs and I knew what my task was.
Using my lips and tongue for Braille I found the target and
sucked and licked and drank in her juices. I completed my job
with enthusiasm. My tongue actually ached.
We separated and lay on the bed breathing hard and recovering. I
was, officially, no longer a virgin. Either my sister or Katie
had also passed into the realms of the "experienced." I gathered
my strength to deflower the remaining virgin. I had some help.
A pair of lips began kissing my face. I felt the lips and the
tongue and, sometimes, the teeth explore my face and torso. The
rubber was stripped off and another pair of lips closed over my
revitalized prick. Once it was cleaned of my cum another rubber
replaced it and I was positioned me between a pair of legs and
Michael the Missionary had his hard cock guided into another
virgin pussy. As I stroked my prick felt an obstruction. Ah, I
thought to myself. The fabled hymen. My current virgin was
"intact." I drove through the membrane and heard my sister cry
in pain. I didn't know what to do. Do I slow down? Keep going?
She grabbed my ass with her hands and hooked her heels inside my
thighs and answered my questions with renewed passion, taking
control and driving the rhythm. There was no longer any effort
for anonymity.
"Fuck me, Michael!" she groaned. "Oh god, yes! Harder!"
I groaned and sweated and bucked and came. So did Trish.
"Yessss," hissed the newly deflowered virgin.
We melted into each other, my prick still in her cunt. Katie lay
beside us, pressing her still naked body against the two of ours
and the three of us became one. Immoral and illicit but in love.
After recovering Trish and Katie headed for the shower and I was
delegated to laundry duty. A half-hour later I was still naked
and in the laundry room, pretty sure that I had conquered all of
the stains. That's where they found me. They were clean and
fresh looking and dressed in their usual sexy outfits.
"Mom's going to be home pretty son, baby bro," chirped Trish.
"So you better snap it up and get her bed made. Don't forget
your date with Tracy." She kissed me on the cheek and patted my
limp dick. "Maybe you can swipe some of dad's Viagra."
Life was good but it was getting complicated.
As always, I'd like to hear how you like the story.
MOF
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