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Chapter 8 in the on-going saga of the Smith family. Does anyone care?
Doesn't matter. The story continues.
If you're new to the series, and if you have the fortitude, you should
read chapters 1-7 first. They're found at:
http://www.asstr-mirror.org/files/Authors/MOF
This story is MMmff, humil, spank, oral and stuff like that. The usual
caveats apply.
MOF
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Chapter 8
by Megan Smith
It was a terrible evening for poor Eric, although I had a feeling
that it might have ended for him on an up-note. From the car I
saw him and Beth kiss and Beth gave his naked butt a squeeze. It
wasn't exactly a gentle squeeze and considering the tender state
of his bottom I suspect that it caused him some pain. But I
noticed it got a positive response from his dick. He was in the
trunk, naked, as we drove home. I wondered about the impression
that Eric's SPH (Suffering Pain and Humiliation) made on the
Morton's. I know that Beth was aroused and Todd, the little
creep, was excited. I'm not sure what Mr. and Mrs. Morton
thought about the whole evening. I thought I'd try to get a read
from David.
"Did the Mortons have any idea what was coming?" I asked him.
"Not really," he replied. "We'd talked about that kind of stuff
and I didn't think they'd disapprove. I had no idea how the kids
would react. I had my suspicions, though." He laughed and said,
"I thought Todd was going to pop his cork. That kid's a real
trip."
"I can't stand the little monster," I replied. "Beth seems
awfully nice, though. But, I don't know. She seemed to take
Eric's humiliation in stride. I almost think she liked it."
"No almost about it," said David. "She was into it. She's also
madly in love with Eric. And visa-versa, don't you think?"
"They looked so sweet," mom chimed in, "when Eric was
masturbating into that bowl and she was holding it. I think Beth
was disappointed she couldn't drink any."
I giggled at that. "Hey Eric," I shouted toward the trunk. "Are
you in love with Beth?"
"Yes, Mistress Megan," I heard him shout back from the trunk.
Honest boy, that brother of mine.
We pulled in the garage and entered the house with Eric crawling
along behind us. The three of us were lounging around and
relaxing and Eric took up position in the middle of the floor.
His makeup was still in pretty good shape. David took pity on
him and released him from SPH.
"Thanks, David," he said as he collapsed on the sofa beside me.
He had a long day and he looked tired. "Can I sleep with you
tonight, Beth?" he asked me.
"OK by me," I responded, "if it's OK with mom and David."
They both nodded and Eric took my hand and led me off to the
bedroom. I looked at mom and David and shrugged as we left the
room. I was surprised that Eric was interested in sex with me
after his trial with Beth. The way he filled the bowl I was
surprised he had anything left at all.
I stripped and he washed off his makeup. We brushed, peed and
crawled into bed. He snuggled up to me and laid his head on my
breasts with his woody poking me in the leg. He said he just
wanted to talk and get some maternal comfort. Since I was the
one he wanted to talk to, I was going to have to fill for mom
with the maternal part.
"In the Morton's garage Beth told me she loved me," he said. "I
mean, after she saw me humiliated like that and she saw how black
and blue my bottom is... And she's only fifteen! I want her to
love me but it's all so crazy!"
"I don't know what to tell you, Eric," I responded. I was
running my hand over his head and through his hair. "I like
Beth. David and I both think she was aroused by your suffering.
But so what. I'm aroused by your suffering. Please forgive me,
Eric, but I was really turned on watching you and your hairless
bod and the make up and everything. That's the way we are, Eric.
And if Beth likes that sort of thing and you love her.... Well,
I guess that makes you pretty lucky. I'll tell you one thing,
though. It's always going to be your ass that's bruised. I
don't think it's ever going to be Beth's."
"That's OK," he responded. "If I need to bruise an ass there's
always you and mom." I gave a tuft of his hair a sharp tug
eliciting an "Ow!" from him. In response he took my nipple into
his mouth and bit it so I started tickling him in the ribs and he
doubled up into a ball to protect himself so I smacked him on his
tender butt. That effort got me pointed in the wrong direction
and when he straightened out he was looking at my feet and I was
looking at his. We both stopped giggling and began sucking each
other's toes and then inched our way with kissing and licking
toward each other's crotch. I found his newly shaven genitals to
be a wonderful turn-on and he was doing erotic things to me with
his lips and fingers and tongue and teeth. I don't know where he
managed to find any additional cum but he did and finally shot it
into my mouth. By that time I had had several orgasms or one
long orgasm or one long and one short or I don't know what.
When I woke up eight hours later I was still looking at Eric's
red toenails. What the hell I thought and took the big toe in my
mouth and began sucking it. In return I got a smack on the
bottom. We horsed around some more and finally managed to get
out of bed and into the shower. More horsing around, but as for
sex, we were both too pooped to pop. Lots of soapy, slippery
petting and hugging though.
An hour later all four of us were sitting around the kitchen
table drinking coffee. Eric and I were still naked. Mom and
David were dressed.
"Are the Morton's still coming over today?" asked Eric.
"Jill and I are going to pick the kids up now and bring them back
here," replied David. "When we get here you are to be in SPH,
Megan. I want you in position on this table with a dildo up your
ass. Face the entrance way so when we walk in your crotch will
be the first thing we see." I blanched. So it was to be my
turn.
After David and mom had left Eric, said to me, "I don't think
this is going to be your day, Megan."
"Oh god, Eric," I said. "That little cocksucker Todd is going to
go nuts! What am I going to do?"
Eric took each of my hands and said, "You either suffer him or
quit. If you just left I don't think mom would blame you. I
know I wouldn't."
I knew that I'd see it through but I still trembled when I
thought of having Todd's hands all over me. What made it so
humiliating was that the little shit was only fourteen.
Eric greased me up and inserted my dildo and then we sat in the
living room and watched for David's car while Eric cleaned off
his nail polish. When we saw him pull in my heart went to my
throat and I ran for the kitchen table. When they came in I
could hear Todd's excited voice.
"Oh rats, Eric, aren't you in SPH? I was looking forward to
seeing Erica beat off again. Where's your makeup? You were sooo
cute."
"Shut up, Todd," his sister said. "Sometimes you don't know when
to stop." As she said this she and Eric appeared in the entrance
way hand in hand. Beth stopped so quickly that Todd bumped into
her. When the brat spotted me his mouth was literally hanging
open. Then a big grin spread over his face and he said, "Oh my
god! Look who's in SPH. It's snotty little Megan. This is going
to be so much better." As he was saying this he was walking
slowly towards me. When he reached me he leaned forward and put
a hand on the top of each of my thighs. His palms were sweaty.
Putting his weight on his hands he leaned into my face and said,
"Who's the little shit now, Megan? Can I touch your tits now,
Megan? Huh?"
I was fighting back tears. I said "Yes, Master Todd."
"Yes what, Megan. Tell me what I can do." He was squeezing my
thighs all this time and it hurt. The little bastard was strong
for his age.
"You can touch my tits, Master Todd," I said.
"Just touch them? Can't I squeeze them and pinch your nipples?
Tell me."
"You can squeeze my tits and pinch my nipples, Master Todd." I
was dying inside. How could a fourteen-year-old boy know how to
torment a person so well. The kid was a natural born sadist. I
had another problem, too. I was getting wet. To this day I
can't understand why that little bastard's torments would arouse
me.
With an evil grin he moved his sweaty hands to my breasts and
squeezed. I winced with the pain. Then he gripped each nipple
between his thumb and forefinger. He pinched them and twisted
them back and forth like he was tuning a radio. My eyes were wet
with tears.
"You like it, don't you Megan. You're such a slut. I'll bet you
want me to fuck you, don't you, slut," he said as he continued
tormenting one breast and slid his other hand down to my wet and
slippery cunt. His eyes gleamed as he slipped his finger in me
and began probing. He was inexperienced and had little idea of
what he was doing but I still responded and tried to grind my
hips against his hand to derive some satisfaction.
As my breathing quickened Beth came up and said, "Leave her
alone, Todd. Go talk to Mr. Tancredi and Eric or something."
Todd withdrew his finger and wiped it on my breast. He gave each
nipple one additional tweak and left. It seemed like Beth was
the only person he listened to. His parents had no control over
him.
Beth stood between my spread knees and placed a hand on the
inside of each of my thighs with her fingers pointed toward my
pussy. She was gently caressing my thighs, sliding her hands
toward my sex and away, each time her finger tips getting closer
but never touching. My hips were rising and fall to the rhythm
of her hands. Her lips were slightly parted and I could see the
tip of her tongue darting about inside her mouth. I pictured the
tongue caressing my own lips, both pairs. There was a dew of
perspiration on her upper lip that I wanted to taste.
Beth smiled and said, "You're beautiful, Megan. Todd is making
you more beautiful. You're humiliated and aroused and it's
making you more beautiful. I'm going to have you, but only when
I'm ready. I think that first Todd is going to have his way with
you."
My hips were getting more aggressive and my breathing was getting
raspier when Todd in his excited voice exclaimed, "Hey Beth. The
slut's got something sticking out of her ass."
Her wonderful hands stopped and she smiled more broadly and said,
"Dear sweet Megan. What could possibly be sticking out of your
ass?"
"I have a dildo in me, Mistress Beth," I responded.
"Well let's take a look," she said and grabbed a fistful of hair
and pushed my head down between my knees thereby raising my ass
up for better inspection. She walked around the table and joined
Todd who was already fiddling with the knob on the end of my
dildo. He put one hand on my butt for leverage and pulled it
out.
"Eeww! It's got shit on it," he said.
"Of course it does," replied Beth. "What did you expect. It's
been up her ass. Stick it back in."
Todd complied, none too gently. He wiggled it around a bit and
did a few in and outs and got bored with that part of my anatomy.
He came around the table and lifted my head in the same manner
that Beth had used, only he was rougher and caused me some pain.
"Guess what, slut?" David said that you and me can spend some
time together in the bedroom. Doesn't that make you happy?"
"Yes, Master Todd," I replied. Great, I thought to myself. The
nineteen year-old college student was going to service the
fourteen-year-old sadist.
Todd stepped back and said, "Lead the way, slut."
I got down from the table and began crawling toward the bedroom
and he said, "What, can't you walk?"
"When I'm in SPH I have to stay on my knees unless given
permission, Master Todd," I answered.
"Oh. Well get crawling, then."
Once we were in the bedroom we got right to business. Todd
didn't have the experience to draw out the enjoyment. He was
still at the "slam bam, thank you mam" stage. He stripped his
pants and underwear off leaving on his shirt shoes and socks. I
thought he looked pretty cute. The only hair on his body was a
tuft of blond kinky curls above his cock. He was no Eric or
David but for a fourteen-year-old I thought he was fairly well
endowed. He was hard and ready to go. But first someforeplay.
"Stand up," he said.
"Yes, Master Todd," I said and stood.
He kneaded both my tits for about thirty seconds and pinched both
my nipples hard enough to make me cry out. Then he stuck his
finger in me a wiggled that around for about thirty seconds.
"Blow me,'" he said. Enough foreplay.
I knelt at his feet and with one hand I put his hard cock in my
mouth while with the other I gently kneaded his balls. He wiped
his finger that was sticky with my juices in my hair and then
grabbed a fistful. I enjoy the taste and feel of a hard cock in
my mouth. I like to savor it with my tongue and lips. I enjoyed
this particular experience for about thirty seconds. Todd
grunted and groaned and shot a healthy wad of semen into my
mouth, which I promptly swallowed just so he wouldn't have the
satisfaction of commanding me to swallow. He collapsed on the
bed sprawled on his back and his semi-hard prick dribbling on to
the bedspread. I knelt with the taste of his cum in my mouth and
waited for my next command. There wasn't any. One minute later
he put his pants on and left saying, "Thanks, slut," as he strode
out the door. Sex in the fast lane.
I crawled after him. David was reading the paper and looked up
when he saw Todd. "That was quick," he said, smiling.
Todd blushed and asked where Beth and Eric were.
"One of the bedrooms, I think," he replied. Good, I thought, as
I climbed back up on the table. Now maybe Eric would stop moping
about his love life. I got in position figuring that it expected
of me since I hadn't heard anything to the contrary. I didn't
look forward to spending more time in position, though. The
table was hard, and my knees hurt. David must have felt my pain
because he had another suggestion.
"Todd looks kind of bored, Megan, and I think he needs some
attention." Shit, I thought to myself. I did not want to find
out what kind of attention David had in mind. Todd was showing
interest, though.
"Why don't you show him the respect he deserves by massaging his
feet."
"Yes, Master David," I said as I resignedly crawled off the table
and knelt at Todd's feet.
"With your lips and tongue," he added.
Todd looked like he thought this might be a good idea. I removed
his tennis shoes and stripped off his sweaty socks. I cradled
one of his feet in my hands and brought it to my lips and began
sucking on his toes. I could feel his excitement through his
foot. The damn thing got even sweatier. I kept sucking and
kissing and licking. With his other foot he was wiggling his
toes into my cunt and my hips started pumping again. Then he
changed feet and I was tasting my own juices along with his
sweat. While I was thoroughly debasing myself at the feet of the
fourteen-year-old brat, David was making some suggestions about
our next round in the rack.
"Todd, when you're having sex with Megan," he said, "why don't
you let her make some suggestions. You might find that she knows
ways to make it even more enjoyable."
"Good idea!" Todd said as he slapped his foot to the ground and
started for the bedroom. "C'mon, Megan," was all he said. At
least the slut had a name. I crawled after him.
This time he let me undress him completely. We lay on the bed
and I began kissing and licking him. Every time he tried to
progress too quickly I'd tell him to slow down and let me pace
things. I kissed him on the lips with my body pressed against
his and he mashed me back so hard I could feel his teeth with my
lips. I said, "Not so hard," and began kissing him gently and
caressing his lips with my tongue. He started to get the hang of
it and turned into a pretty good kisser. He was so wound up that
I don't think he ever noticed that I tasted like a combination
his cum, his sweaty feet and my vaginal excretions. He must have
liked the taste, though, the way he lapped it up.
I kissed my way down to his crotch but saw that if I spent any
time down there the session would be over. I wanted to have him
fuck me so I rolled the kid on to his back and got on, using my
hand to guide him in me. He groaned and shot his wad but I
wasn't to be denied.
I said, "You're going to like this, Todd," and kept riding his
softening prick while I used my fingers to bring on my own
orgasm. And he probably did like it, if only because I was the
expert and I told him he would.
When I finally came down from my not-so-great orgasm I collapsed
on him and told him about the importance of control and how it
took lots of practice.
"That's OK," he said. "I'm going to get plenty of practice."
Shit, I thought. When am I going to learn to keep my big mouth
shut.
Todd dressed and we returned to the family room and I resumed my
position on the table. I thought to myself that at least fucking
Todd was better than kneeling on this damn table.
Eric and Beth had returned, also, and were looking very domestic
cuddled together on the sofa. Eric asked David what mom and the
Mortons were doing that afternoon and Beth blushed and Todd
guffawed.
"The last time we saw your mother," Todd said, "she was kneeling
in the middle of our family room looking just like Megan. Stark
naked and ready to obey."
"They should be back pretty soon," added David.
This was a twist I hadn't expected. So far Mr. and Mrs. Morton
were simply on-lookers, not participants. I thought that was how
they got their kicks. I figured they had to be a little off the
wall because they allowed their relatively young children to be
involved in such adult games.
I guessed that they were in their late thirties or early forties.
Both were attractive. The entire family was blond and blue
eyed, textbook Nordics. The older Mortons (Steve and Shelly)
were more reserved, like Beth and unlike the manic Todd. I
wondered how mom was managing at their hands and if Eric and I
were going to become involved with them. Probably. Two more
masters to deal with.
The doorbell rang and Todd ran to get it. Moments later he
returned followed by his parents who were in turn followed by
mom, naked and crawling. Her body was covered with welts, much
like the day I came home from school. How long ago was that?
Seemed like years. Mom crawled to the center of the room and got
in position. She looked tired and proud. Beth rose from her
place beside Eric and knelt beside mom and kissed her on the
cheek and stroked her hair and told her how beautiful she looked.
She began massaging mom's neck and back and mom responded by
leaning back into her and rotating her head.
"Welcome back," said David. "Since we're all together I have a
suggestion. Todd needs some experience and my suggestion is that
when Jill and Megan are off SPH that they still accommodate his
advances. It doesn't have to be all the time, since I'm sure
there'll be a lot of them, but whenever it's convenient. Could
you do that, ladies?"
"Yes, Master David," mom and I responded in unison. Todd looked
like a kid on Christmas morning.
"Good," resumed David. Now let's finish this delightful day with
a bang."
David pointed toward Eric, snapped his fingers twice and touched
his shirt collar. Eric dropped to his knees and stripped. David
instructed the two of us to stand at attention about ten feet
apart, facing each other. We both stood straight and tall with
our hands folded behind our heads. We both knew that we were
about to suffer. David left and returned shortly with two whips.
Each had a handle about eight inches long and four leather
thongs about two feet long. He gave the whips to Beth and Todd.
"Whip each of them ten times across the back," he instructed.
"Try to space the strokes evenly from shoulders to calves. Beth,
you start with Eric and you can whip Megan, Todd. Alternate
strokes and don't pace yourselves too fast."
The two positioned themselves behind us and to the side. I could
feel their excitement. Todd was smiling. Beth nodded toward
Todd mouthing the words "You first." Out of the corner of my eye
I could see Todd twist his body back with the whip trailing
toward the ground. He spun in the opposite direction, arm
outstretched, and the whip whistled into my naked shoulders. I
cried out as the pain seared through me. Beth repeated the
movement and Eric's body went rigid with pain. Neither of them
was holding back.
The strokes worked their way down my back. Number three in the
small of my back. Number five across my ass. Number eight bit
into the back of my knees and the pain was excruciating. Number
ten welted the tendons behind my ankles. Every stroke I received
was mirrored by Beth. Eric and I suffered the first ten with
only occasional cries and groans. It would get worse.
"Now change victims and whip their fronts," said David.
The four on-lookers were watching with rapt attention. Mom had
been released from SPH and was sitting on the sofa, naked,
between the Morton's. They each had a hand between her legs and
she was gyrating slowly. I was looking in Beth's eyes as she
drew her arm back. Her stroke seared across the front of my
shoulders, biting into the top of my breasts. Todd followed suit
across the front of Eric. Number two bit into the whole of my
breasts. Number four was just above my pubic hairs. I watched
the welts travel down the front of Eric, the last one dangerously
close to his prick. Number five cut across my crotch. Todd
looked at David and he nodded. Todd took a little off the
stroke. The kid wasn't a complete shit after all. As the thongs
streaked across Eric's prick he screamed and his knees began to
buckle. Then he straightened and squared his shoulders. I was
never so proud of him. Two across the thighs, one across the
knees and two across the shins. The last one left welts on the
top of my feet.
"Same victims but do their backs over," said David.
The pain continued. I was shaking as the whip bit into my naked
back. Tears were coursing down my cheeks. Seeing Eric suffer
the same agony ten feet away was all that kept me from crumbling.
As instructed, Todd and Beth switched again for the final ten
across our fronts. Todd had a wild look, which sometimes showed
concern but usually showed raw lust. I couldn't blame him.
Beth's look was more unreadable but she was definitely aroused.
When it came to the dreaded number five, Beth didn't even look to
David for affirmation. The whip seared across Eric's penis and
he almost doubled over. As he straightened I thought I saw tears
in Beth's eyes. I couldn't discern what was going on in her
brain. The last five were delivered with renewed vigor by both
Todd and Beth. When they were finished Eric and I stood at
attention, facing each other, shaking and sobbing. Exhausted.
David rose from his chair and took my hand. He walked me, still
sobbing and quivering with pain, over to Eric and placed my hand
in his and said, "I want you both to know that I love the two of
you deeply. Very deeply."
Eric and I smiled through our tears and we each kissed him on the
cheek.
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