Message-ID: <28553asstr$980377803@assm.asstr-mirror.org> Return-Path: X-Original-Message-ID: <003501c085b2$ee213340$0101a8c0@ELNgsonnyh> From: "Phil Phantom" X-Priority: 3 X-MSMail-Priority: Normal X-MimeOLE: Produced By Microsoft MimeOLE V5.00.2615.200 Subject: {ASSM} Playing the Game Date: Wed, 24 Jan 2001 18:10:03 -0500 Path: assm.asstr-mirror.org!not-for-mail Approved: Newsgroups: alt.sex.stories.moderated,alt.sex.stories Followup-To: alt.sex.stories.d X-Archived-At: X-Moderator-Contact: ASSTR ASSM moderation X-Story-Submission: X-Moderator-ID: gill-bates, RuiJorge, newsman Playing the Game By: Phil Phantom HTTP://PhilPhantom.Com Charlene knew her new step-father would be serious trouble, because he simply was not the type who could share a residence with a seventeen- year-old cheerleader and not do all in his power to shake her pom poms for her. Charlene knew the type. He could resort to rape. Charlene warned her mother to hold off on getting married, just one more year. In one year, the temptation would be gone, but there was no way that man would get through one month. Charlene's mother couldn't wait, either. The wedding went down. The rape went down three weeks later. He came to her in her room, gagged her, stripped her naked, bound her face-down, securing wrists and ankles to the four corners of the bed, then had his way with her luscious body. He fucked her pussy, then moved up one hole and fucked her ass, possibly to keep from cumming in her pussy, but she wasn't sure that he hadn't. It felt like he had, but he kept right on fucking. He just moved up a hole. If he did, in fact, cum in her pussy, then move to ass and keep right on fucking, he did, in fact, make a big impression on Charlene. No one had the balls to even cum in her pussy. He was incredibly big, bigger than Charlene ever imagined or experienced, and she had never experienced anal sex before. The start was awful, but once he got in and made a home for himself, Charlene never felt anything like it. Charlene thought there was also nothing like having sex in bondage. There was nothing like being totally helpless while a very hard and horny man had his way with you. Charlene tried to hate this rape, and the man raping her, but she couldn't. He was so excited, so passionate, and so very masculine. Charlene simply could not believe how good this was, and he was in no hurry. His pussy fucking was superb, but his ass fucking was out of this world - unfucking real. He was also noisy and the flimsy bed made a racket with the headboard banging against the wall. Charlene was well aware, but he didn't seem to be. Charlene knew they were going to get company if he didn't get his head out of her ass. A mother and three younger brothers entered the room enmasse, and with them came light. Charlene closed her eyes and thought, "Ah fuck!" Her mother was going, "Hank, you get off of her right now. Do you hear me? Hank! HANK!" Charlene couldn't believe it, but Hank wasn't stopping or slowing. He picked up speed and was going for his nut. Charlene opened her eyes to see three brothers trying to see better. Bruce, 16; Kevin, 14.5; Mark, 13, the brothers three could together easily overpower the guy, but they weren't at all interested in joining forces for that unworthy cause. They were all trying to see her pussy. Her mother was pulling on Hank, yanking Hank, but Hank could not be yanked. Hank kept right on fucking and Charlene found that very amusing, and getting raped before an audience made a great experience even better. Cheerleaders aren't known for being shy or introverted, and Charlene was all cheerleader, a classic model, not a shy bone in her lovely, near perfect, neat, trim, athletic body. Her brothers were a fan club who fought over her worn panties. She never bothered throwing them in the hamper. She simply tossed them in the boy's room and let them fight over a smelly treasure. She did the same thing with used tampons. They saw plenty of good cheerleader pussy, but they never tired of seeing more. They saw plenty of a naked cheerleader, but that never grows old or stale, except to a cheerleader's mother who was very tired of Charlene walking around with no clothes on as though she did have clothes on. Now, they were seeing a naked cheerleader get a royal fucking in the ass, and her mother couldn't do a damn thing about it. Hank stopped going for his nut and fully laid over Charlene to begin licking her neck, face, and ear while sawing the log in her rear. What balls! What passion! What a fucking animal he was! Charlene loved every lick and wanted to kiss with him. As though reading her mind, he removed the gag, turned her head, and forced a rapist's soul kiss on her, sending a thick tongue half down her throat while her mother had a fit. Charlene used her tongue on the tongue invader to let him know that she was not having a fit. He got that message quick and drew his tongue back to see if he got it right. Her following tongue told him he did get it right. Her tongue was soon fully in his mouth. Their tongues were playing with each other. She sucked his tongue like a dick, then he sucked hers like a dick. He knew she was loving his kind of sex, plus she was clenching and relaxing her buttocks to make butt fucking feel better. That was why he had to kiss her to find out if that was what she was trying to convey. He was thrilled to find out that it was. After finding that out, the wife was just a pesky fly and those boys never were a concern. They had all urged him to nail her sexy ass. He wasn't sure he could trust those boys, but turns out he could. The lads knew their sister very well. They said she loved a good rape, loved being tied up, and especially loved a good butt fucking after a man with balls came in her pussy but kept right on fucking. Sounded risky, but they seemed so sure. Kissing was believing. She certainly held no grudge over a friendly grudge fucking. That was what they called it, what she was into, grudge fucking. Fuck her like you are pissed at her and don't give a shit. He done that real good. Hank got up on his knees and did some ass grudge fucking. Charlene got the stuffings fucked out of her ass, then got a load dumped in her ass. To add insult to injury, he took a healthy piss up her ass. Charlene could not fucking believe the balls, but as her entrails filled with urine, she did believe she had to shit real bad. Hank had his doubts about relieving himself in a girl, but the boys were right about everything else. He gave them a thumbs up so they would know he was doing it. They all looked pleased. Ethyl wasn't. "Good lord, Hank, are you taking a piss in my child!" "Ahhhh...yes, Ethyl, I am taking a piss in your child. After a good healty fuck, I love a good healthy piss. Your child is good for both. Just a bit more, you can set her free and wipe her ass for her." Ethyl though, "The nerve of that fucking asshole. Who the hell does he think he is?" Charlene thought, "What a man!" Bruce thought, "What a fucking moron." Kevin thought, "What a dope." Mark thought, "I wonder what that feels like." Eyhyl thought, "Charlene is never going to forgive me - never." Hank yanked his dick out, wiped it on her ass, then got off the bed and went to get a beer. The boys crowded Charlene's rear to check out those fuck holes, which were in a fuck hole display. Charlene, having been pulled to her widely planted knees, stayed that way after her rapist departed, giving the boys a view of cheerleader they had never seen before, an awe inspiring view. Ethyl couldn't budge them, either. Ethyl gave up trying and instead went to all the knots and began setting limbs free, knowing that Charlene must need to get on a toilet very badly. Hank did that to her once, and she remembered quite well the awful cramping and aching need to evacuate bowels. She could see by the expression on Charlene's face that she, too, felt the need to scoot and squat, and three boys gawking at her most privates was nothing to even think about. Ethyl ignored the boys, knew they'd be no help, and helped Charlene to unsteady legs after getting her to her feet. Charlene held her butt cheeks together while being helped to the bathroom. Boys did, at least, get out of their way. Those were the most amused brothers she ever saw, and a bathroom door could not be shut on them. While Ethyl tried as Charlene sat and dumped. When the dumping came, in came the boys to crowd her beaver, a beaver they made trying to see her asshole evacuate. Ethyl was so outraged at those boys, she had no words, just outrage...but that was terribly interesting...very interesting...my goodness, absolutely fascinating. Charlene had never taken a shit for her family before. She had no idea they found her asshole or her colon contents so fascinating. Then again, her colon had never contained so much interesting stuff in such volume. Dump was a very good term for what she kept doing. Her lovely ass felt like a cum dump and porta potty. A man couldn't ask for a better. The great thing about Hank - he didn't ask - or say thank you. What a fuckin' animal! Bruce expressed those same sentiments, but he said it out loud when they all thought the show was over, but then a massive dump came along equaling all the dumps that came before it. Massive relief came with that dump. Something gave way. Mark said, "The packed poop dam gave way." Kevin said, "I'll bet that's it. All that stuff got in behind the packed poop dam, then kabloowee, thar she blows!" Bruce said, "He sure did pack her poop for her." Ethyl thought it best to remain silent on the subject, but it did look that way to her, too. Ethyl was relieved to see Charlene so relieved - relieved and now in a relaxed slump, apparently not too upset with an overly curious family. She never was very shy or modest, but this was entirely different. Ethyl knew of no female who could have sat through what Charlene sat and was still sitting through, and be in a relaxed sprawl with her legs wide, showing a fucked cunt and ravaged butthole as though showing the soles of her feet. Ethyl simply could not imagine being able to do what Charlene could do, and she made intimate exposure look so easy and so natural. Charlene could not be loving this more. She could see the awe in her mother's expressive eyes. She could see the fascination in the eyes of her sibling fans. She knew she climbed several notches on their esteem poles. She wasn't slumped and relaxing, she was basking and absorbing. Hank entered with two beers. One full, one half full and being made half empty, but he set that one down, took Charlene by the right ankle, and said while putting her right ankle over his head, "Here, this cool beer will refresh you." Charlene clung to the toilet bowl in near panic, not knowing what the fuck he was up to, until she felt the cool glass of a long-necked Coors enter her ass. He upended that bottle and shook. What a rush. Cold, bubbly, foamy liqued went all through her innards. He drew the empty bottle out, gave her leg a good shaking to get all that good beer all in and through her colon. He shook her for a full minute, then set her right, pushed her head back and laid another forced soul kiss on her. This time Charlene really was in a full slump, arms and legs dangling. What a man. Even Ethyl thought, 'What a man." She didn't say shit about this kiss. Any man who could do that to a girl could kiss her any where and any how he pleased. Besides, Charlene appeared to be thinking the very same thing. Ethyl returned to watching for the dumps. These dumps were sure to be good, and they soon started coming. Charlene enjoyed the most passionate kiss while getting her breasts mauled by rough callused hands - large, masculine, working-man's hands, the kind her breasts had never known but fell instantly in-love with. They were rough hands on a rough man who knew how to manhandle a pampered, stuck-up, uppity, full-of-herself cheerleader bitch. When he broke that kiss, he said, "Next time I want a fuck, you get naked and go get on that bed. Your momma will be along to tie you up like I want you, and you ain't gonna give her no shit, are you?" Ethyl looked up to see if she'd be given any shit. She could see she would be given absolutely none, but Hank wanted to hear her say it. Charlene said, "No, I won't give her any trouble. I promise." "See that you don't and we'll get along just fine. You ain't a bad fuck for a cheerbitch, but you are gonna get better, aintcha?" "Yes! Whatever you say, Hank." "Damn right. We'll let these boys give you some fuck practice. You gotta problem with that?" "No, no problem." With that, the man of the house left the bathroom of the house to the residents of the house. No one had a thing to say. They just watched good dumping, as Charlene did good slumping. At least, she finally developed the taste for beer. The boys wanted to exchange high fives but thought better of it. They pretended to not be happy about having to rape their poor sister. Ethyl was sure they must be acting. Charlene was sure she smelled a rat, but she liked the way the rat smelled, mostly because her mother couldn't smell it. There was only one person in the house dumber than Hank, and she wanted to see a girl poop beerie pooh pooh. She was also fascinated by sperm oozing out of a fucked pussy. She kept flushing to get clear water for the sperm globs to fall into. She would then watch them go plop, plop, plop - fascinating. Charlene found her family fascinating. She never found them so fascinating or fascinated by anything. Brothers pushing out on limbs had her legs out at right angles and that brought the puckered asshole up. Now the cum oozed out and flowed on either side of the puckered anal rosette to flow down the butt crack and fall off somewhere near the tail bone. Two brothers working together opened up the cunt. Ethyl was thankful, because she was about to. Now, she didn't have to embarrass herself. Charlene felt like saying something snide at this point, something like, "Can a girl get a little privacy around here?" She felt like it but thought she might get it, so she just sat there and watched them watching her, all of her, being even more fascinated now that they could see all of her, seeing a part of her they had never seen before, as very few people ever see inside a cheerleader. Charlene could almost see inside a cheerleader. What she could see was fascinating, and she could see that he did, indeed, cum inside her pussy. That man had balls, because that is one thing you do not do to a cheerleader. Nobody cums in cheerleader pussy. Cheerleader can't afford to get knocked up. Nobody wants to see a pregnant bitch jumping up and down, going, "Give me a B," etceteras, etceteras. Hank obviously didn't give a fuck. Charlene found that impressive. Then again, Hank could get all the cheerleader pussy he wanted, because Hank was Hank and could not be yanked off a cheerleader, no way, no how. Hank showed everybody that he don't give a fuck. Charlene smelled a big rat, smelled three, in fact - three smiling rats gawking at wide open cheerleader pussy and grinning at a cheerleader's royally fucked asshole. She wasn't sure how they did it, but was sure they did. That was Hank, but Hank under the influence. Charlene saw a bit of Bruce, Kevin, and Mark in that Hank who couldn't be yanked. She saw Bruce the bondage geek, Kevin the butt fucker, and Mark the piss enema freak. All they needed was a big, dumb, horny, strong man to put it all together and pull it off. Now, here she sat allowing them to gloat. Actually, they pulled it off so well, she didn't mind allowing them their victory gloat. She didn't even begrudge them the grudge fucks they'd be getting. They were good brothers and had been great fans. They deserved all the pussy and ass they wanted, and if the holes were going to be used, they may as well get some, too. She had no desire to make love to any of them, anyway. Grudge fucking was fine, in fact, the only way she'd want a brother's fuck. The rats weren't the problem. The mother had always been the problem, the spoiler, the stick-in-the-mud, the prude, and she didn't appear to be any further problem. She had always been, but that seemed behind her, now. Something happened to turn her around, something so shocking, vulgar, and fascinating that she simply was not the same woman. This mother saw nothing at all wrong with boys behaving this way with a sexy sister who had just been thoroughly raped in both holes. No problem. She was just as much a party to this crotch gawking party as they were, and if they hadn't opened up the cunt, she would have. They beat her to it. There was no apology in this woman. This mother was not sorry, not in the least. She was satisfied that the daughter finally knew who the man of the house was. This daughter now knew her place, and she knew to just sit there and let them gawk at her most private privates, because it would not be the last time they gathered to do that. She had just best get used to it, and she had best not give a mother doing her duty any shit - none. Charlene liked this new mother a lot. This new mother seemed to like cheerleader pussy as much as nasty boys did. She was like one of them, now. Charlene had a new fan in her fan club and the new fan took her position right in the center of a leg fan. Charlene knew somebody would venture a finger in that yawning pussy and was not too surprised when the new fan went first and used the two middle fingers. She felt all around, then let the junior members have a feel all around. The fan club had a leader. The club needed one. They all silently agreed that she made a great leader. Any mother who would finger a fucked daughter like that was worthy. Ethyl decided who went next and when turns were up. That was what they needed. The mother was a fair and just mother - to sons - fuck the daughter. Charlene acted like an abused daughter who had to bear this insult and indignity. Ethyl liked seeing that. Ethyl took courage from that. Ethyl saw surrender in that. Ethyl saw no fight, no whining, whimpering, no begging, pleading, no playing on a mother's sympathies. Ethyl didn't want to have to deal with any of that, just resigned surrender. Ethyl could deal with that. Resigned surrender, good; anything one should expect, bad. Charlene made this very easy on Ethyl, so Ethyl took another turn, because that was so much fun. Ethyl had a blast playing with pussy. The boys were thoroughly entertained, and the girl had nothing to say. She better not say anything. Ethyl felt so full of herself, she wondered if the boys would like to see how girls masturbate. Very much so. Ethyl showed them. Charlene watched her mother masturbate a daughter on the toilet. Charlene found that demonstration fascinating. Her mother was very good at that. She taught Bruce, then Kevin, then gave Mark a go at it. By the time Mark had his go, Charlene wanted to scream, but she suffered through yet another great orgasm, then screamed, cried out, actually, cried out and slithered like a lump of Jello going down steps. Charlene was wiped and group carried to her bed and dumped. Ethyl ushered the fan club out, then returned to get Charlene tucked in nice and neat - snug as a fucked bug in a warm and comfy rug. She then sat at Charlene's hip and brushed at Charlene's hair while looking into somber eyes, the eyes of the fucked and abused, but resigned and surrendered. Ethyl felt sorry for Charlene. She said, "I'm afraid you were right and I was wrong. What's done is done, Charlene. I can't change Hank. I love Hank. Despite what he did and will continue doing, I am going to keep Hank. You may end up hating me. I hope you never do, but you might. I want you to know, I will always love you, Charlene, always. Nothing will ever change that. I will always be your mother - maybe not a good one, but a mother who loves you very much." Charlene smiled warmly and said, "I know you do, and I could never hate you no matter what you do. Your place is with Hank. I know you must stand by your man. I knew you would, because that's the kind of woman you are. You stand by your man through thick and thin, and when you say for better or worse, you mean it. I respect that about you, and that was why I wanted you to wait before saying those vows. I knew I'd be screwed. If forced to choose between sacred vows made to a loved husband and none given to a loved daughter, I knew which one you'd chose. I knew I'd lose." "You did lose. I had to choose, Charlene. I had to." "I know. I saw that. I wasn't surprised. I swear, Mom, if you betrayed everything you stood for to take my side against your husband, I honestly feel that I would lose every ounce of respect for you. I might be grateful that you stood up for me, but I wouldn't want a hug from you. I wouldn't want you to touch me. At least this way, I still respect you so, and do love to feel your touch, and your hugs, and your tender kisses. From someone I love and respect, they feel great all over, even between my legs. I never thought I would want you to kiss me there, but I was so glad you did, because that is where I feel love the most." "Do you mean that, Charlene? Do you honestly mean that?" "Of course I mean that. Mother. That was so sweet of you to kiss me there for so long and so good. I felt so much love in that kiss. I felt that love clear to my womb. If I didn't know better, I would swear you were licking my womb, healing my wounds, making my pussy owie go away, because that is what mommy's do - don't they?" "Yes...yes, of course...Charlene, I must confess...I enjoyed kissing you there, and I was licking your womb. You had sperm leaking out of your cervix. I was licking at that." "Well, that was your husband's sperm. I can certainly understand you wanting that. You are a woman. You do love your man. I know that had to be a humiliating way to get it, having to lick it out of your daughter's pussy with your three sons looking on." "I didn't mind. I know they enjoyed that very much. I will do that again, and again, and again. They like seeing that, and I enjoy doing that. I'm sure you don't mind, but even if you did mind, I expect you to allow me to do that. I will do that after they fuck your pussy, and they will be fucking your pussy from now on. Hank made that very clear. I know he was serious. I hope you know." "I know." "Well...good...I think we all know, then. So, I guess I'll say good night and let you get some rest." She kissed my forehead and got up to leave. I pouted, "Aren't you going to kiss my poor pussy nightie night?" She turned, smiled, came back, uncovered me, and gave my poor pussy a great nightie night kiss, roughly thirty minutes worth, then tucked me in and French kissed me on the mouth, like a good mommy. That's how this cheerleader got knocked up and bounced from the squad. Oh well, you win some, you lose some, and some get rained out. The main thing is not whether you win or lose. The main thing is being the center of attention. I was, still am, no regrets. The End Read other stories by the same author by visiting Phantom Base at HTTP://PhilPhantom.Com CAUTION: Exercise caution and good sense before engaging in unsafe sex practices that involve any exchange of body fluid, even contact with open sores or small cuts. Scenes involving large objects, tattoos, bestial sex, body waste ingestion, bindings, devices and gadgets are the stuff of fantasy and are offered to promote the only safe sex there is - masturbation. Before you try anything, find out what the risks and hazards are because they can all be deadly. Read, enjoy, and remember - sex with minors should be left to other minors. PP <1st attachment begin> <1st attachment end> ----- ASSM Moderation System Notice------ Notice: This post has been modified from its original format. 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