Message-ID: <42724asstr$1054296605@assm.asstr-mirror.org> Content-Transfer-Encoding: 7bit From: supermof@fastmail.fm X-Epoch: 1054234548 X-Sasl-enc: U8XTbm+wOADP2H6SgU2fwQ X-Original-Message-ID: <20030529185547.D049C28495@www.fastmail.fm> X-ASSTR-Original-Date: Thu, 29 May 2003 14:55:47 -0400 Subject: {ASSM} I Am What I AM - by MOF (humil, cons, 1st, inc) Date: Fri, 30 May 2003 08:10:05 -0400 Path: assm.asstr-mirror.org!not-for-mail Approved: <assm@asstr-mirror.org> Newsgroups: alt.sex.stories.moderated,alt.sex.stories Followup-To: alt.sex.stories.d X-Archived-At: <URL:http://assm.asstr-mirror.org/Year2003/42724> X-Moderator-Contact: ASSTR ASSM moderation <story-ckought69@hotmail.com> X-Story-Submission: <ckought69@hotmail.com> X-Moderator-ID: dennyw, IceAltar 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 Supermof@fastmail.fm -- supermof@fastmail.fm -- http://www.fastmail.fm - Sent 0.000002 seconds ago <1st attachment, "I Am What I Am - 02.doc" begin> 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 Supermof@fastmail.fm <1st attachment end> ----- ASSM Moderation System Notice------ Notice: This post has been modified from its original format. 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