Date: Sun, 27 Aug 2023 15:37:09 +0000 From: Jane Smith Subject: Slippery Slope:- Rock Bottom - Chapter 1 For those of you who take the time to read the blurb (and I'd tip my hat to you if I was wearing one) this is a rather longer story than I'd first intended. I wrote the first draft using the Notes function on my phone, and when I transferred it to a Word document I was suprised to find it was around 47 pages of double-spaced 12-point. So, multiple chapters required. This is the second installment in the Slippery Slope series, and I have one planned. This installment features M/F/f, F/f, M/f, M/M/F. The last chapter includes beast. You can contact me at allseeingpigeon@outlook.com. I read all emails, though I may not respond. Ideas and feedback are always welcome. I'm on Wickr as allseeingpigeon. I may not be in your time zone. Please bear that in mind if you don't get a response. Please do not send pics without asking first, I'm a perfect fucking lady ;) This story is fantasy and has no basis in reality. Nifty is a vast, invaluable resource, so why not make a financial contribution at http://donate.nifty.org/donate.html ? ----------------------------------------------------------------------- My husband and I have been molesting our daughter Tilly for months now. There it is. That word. It evokes so many images -- dirty old men lurking around school playgrounds; shady Internet chat rooms; smoky dens in Bangkok or Thailand. A crack house in London. I'd always considered Henry and I to be normal people. Clean, average, non-drug-using parents in our thirties. Middle-class molesters. That's what we'd become. If blame was to be apportioned, I'd lay it squarely at Henry's feet... if, that was, I hadn't actively encouraged him. I still remember the moment I realised what was happening. Tilly has a habit of sitting in her daddy's lap after dinner while he watches the news, and more often than not she'll fall asleep before she gets put to bed. That first time... he was humping her, grinding against her little bottom so subtly it was barely noticeable. He'd been doing it for weeks before I finally noticed. I've quizzed him since, but he's been vague. To this day, I don't know whether he wanted me to see... but I think he did. Rather than let it break our family apart, I made a conscious choice to allow my husband to continue his molestations. I crushed a sleeping pill into Tilly's drink at dinner. Henry was free to touch her in any way he wanted -- with one caveat. I controlled his actions. If I wasn't around, he didn't touch her. The sleeping child had no awareness of what her father had done to her (at least, I pretended with every part of my being that this was the case) and I would let it continue to be so. The thrill of it was barely describable... I get a shivery feeling between my legs just thinking about it. I let Henry indulge his every kink and fetish. He started out gently -- touching, rubbing, then licking and kissing. He particularly loved licking her face, sucking her tongue into his mouth as if it was a succulent sweet. He touched her through her clothes. Touched her panties. That soon progressed to taking her clothes off. Playing with her nipples. Sliding his big adult finger into her tiny pussy. And I -- deviant mother that I had become -- was there to witness it all. There was no escaping our slippery slope. I knew we could do nothing but fall lower, and fall we did. I wanted to watch Henry fuck our daughter, and preparing for that event encouraged me to touch her the first time in a sexual way. I stretched her out: - with my fingers, and then with toys, so that eventually he could push his cock inside her. The floodgates had opened, of course. Each perversion prepared the way for the next. Each time we played, I rubbed my clit until I came, often so hard I squirted. Henry loved to rub Tilly's unconscious face in that little puddle of wetness, just as much as I loved to see him do it. His fetishes grew darker. He spanked her... gently at first, because I refused to let him leave marks. He slipped his fat cock into her open mouth. He wanted to fuck her throat, make her gag and choke and maybe even throw up. I stopped him. And then, after a while, I didn't. The first night I let him take our daughter was a memorable one. I think I lost my mind, at least for a while; I ended up pissing on her, pissing on my own little girl, and wanting to roll both her and me in my mess. Henry held her bald little cunt against mine while I rubbed myself off, tribbing against her. And when Henry spanked her, I let him leave beautiful red marks on her skin. I let him shove his cock into her mouth. Her lips stretched wide. Her throat bulged as she choked. It was beautifully perverse, or perversely beautiful. I was in love with him. I was in love with her. But most of all, I was in love with my own body-shattering pleasure. Or was it addiction? By that point I couldn't tell the difference. He fucked her that first time on her belly. Spread out like a tiny Thai whore. When Henry goes away on business, I masturbate to that memory. I don't play with our daughter when he's not here to share the indulgence. Of course, the next morning we had buyer's remorse. Tilly slept late, the sleeping pill keeping her under. I'd rubbed lotion on her swollen bottom to keep the redness to a minimum, but there was nothing I could do about her puffy little cunt. We'd used her hard. When she woke up and started complaining about her soreness, I said that she'd fallen out of bed and landed on one of her toys. I scolded her for being messy, then immediately put her in a soothing bath. I don't think she believed me. She was quiet for days after. But she didn't argue, and she didn't deviate from sitting in her daddy's lap every evening. I still didn't want her to know what we were doing to her... except for the part of me that did. The part that wanted her to be a willing participant, to spread her legs whenever Daddy asked. To bend over and take it. To let me slip my hand into her panties and frig her clit. But the consequences if she told anyone... no, better to keep her ignorant. To let my husband fuck an unconscious little girl. And to actively help him. ----------------------------------------------------------------------- We were still on that slippery slope. And of course, we had no idea how far down it would go. I knew Henry would want more -- he always did -- so I felt no surprise when he turned his attentions to Tilly's ass. She's got a beautiful ass for a child. Soft, pale skin; plump, round cheeks. The first time he explored her asshole, he put her on her belly and pressed his face to the base of her spine. Showered kisses on each of her cheeks. Licked her skin, bit it, spit on her. He smeared his spittle between those two globes, using his fingertips to ease them apart and expose her hole. He spit on her barely visible pucker. Rubbed his fingers around it. Slowly, slowly, worked one big adult fingertip inside her. He was breathing hard, his cock straining and twitching. With a groan, he leaned in again and buried his face in her crack. I heard the furious, wet sound of lapping, of spitting and sucking and slurping. He tongue-fucked her ass the way he wanted to with his cock. Eventually he pulled back, only to position himself over her. For a moment I worried that he'd try to fuck her hole (something I wouldn't allow without a lot more preparation) but instead he positioned his throbbing cock along that slick channel. He'd had so much practise humping her ass, it came second nature to him now. His hips thrust and ground against her. I watched and buried my fingers in my pussy, fucking myself in time with his thrusts. He pulled back and grabbed his dick, jerking it with feral intensity as he came. He growled and threw his head back. Spunk spurted from his cock in arching ropes, splattering over her beautiful little ass. It shot up her back, even into her hair. Henry leaned forward and lowered his body back down on to hers, smearing his chest, groin, and cock in his own cum. Wrapping his arms around her, he rolled over, sliding her over his slickened body. Covering them both. He was a fucking animal, and I loved him for it. But he wasn't finished. He put her on her back again, knelt over her, and spat in her face. He swooped in and licked it up, his tongue working over her cheek. He spat again, and again, and again, each time licking up his spittle. He coated her cheeks. Her forehead. Her closed eyes, even her nose. As the cum dried on their bodies, he lined up his freshly grown erection with her pussy and pushed slowly into her. He fucked her with short, hard thrusts, balls slapping against her thighs, and then finally pulled out and came over her belly. He buried his face in the mess, gobbling his cum like a starving creature. Spitting up the gooey liquid, then sucking it down again. I came several times watching that. My husband was utterly, beautifully perverted, inventive, and perpetually horny. ------------------------------------------------------------------------- We followed the same stretching pattern with Tilly's ass as we had with her little cunt. Fingers, then toys, and finally her daddy's fat dick. I watched him fuck her hole with the same savagery as he'd used on her pussy. But still that slope descended. And we followed it down. "You've still got that strap-on, right?" Henry asked a few weeks later. All of Tilly's holes had now been broken open, stretched, and filled with cum. We'd both licked and fingered and violated her. I felt guilty about that, in quiet moments when I was alone, but every time the guilt produced an answering throb of arousal. "Yes," I replied, eyeing him with speculation. He loved being pegged -- had begged for it virtually all the time during the early days of our courtship -- but that need had dropped off in recent years. "I want you to use it on Tilly." His face lit up. He licked his lips. "I want you to fuck her ass while we make her ride my cock." Sudden, shocking arousal flooded my pussy. My clit throbbed. I squeezed my thighs together. "You sick fuck," I said softly. "Yes. Yes. We'll do it. God, that's so fucking..." "Nasty," he supplied. His grin showed lots of teeth. The smile of a deviant predator. I matched his smile with one of my own. -------------------------------------------------------------------------- My strap-on consisted of a harness with an adjustable socket. I could use pretty much any dildo or vibrator, and over the years we'd amassed a huge collection. I took time selecting just the right one. Tilly was a little girl, with a small, slight body, and her snatch was tighter than tight around Henry's cock. If I took her ass at the same time, I needed a somewhat smaller cock. And it had to have a clit vibrator so I could get off. That Friday night, I let Henry strip our daughter naked and lay her on our bed while I stepped into the harness and fastened it around me. I fitted the vibrator into the socket, settled it against my clit, and turned it on. The low buzz was fucking delicious. We were both already naked, and while I took the time to adjust the straps my husband was rubbing his face in our daughter's cunt. He seemed to have developed a deep fetish for covering himself in bodily fluids: - hers, his, mine, he didn't seem to care. "Move," I said, grabbing his hair and pulling his head back. He gasped, eyes flickering, already lost to lust. "Or make yourself useful and lube us all up." He grinned and rolled over, reaching for the nearest bottle of lube. He smeared it all over his rampant cock, then added a similar amount to my vibrator. He fisted his own shaft and mine, leaning in to give me a quick, lascivious kiss that ended with him sucking my tongue. I pulled back and spat in his mouth. He laughed like a loon and climbed back on the bed. Honestly, if he had a tail, it would be wagging. I waited until he'd arranged himself. He was on his back, dick sticking straight up like an exclamation point, slicked and ready to go. I looked at Tilly. Unconscious. Defenceless. Helpless. Beautiful. Ours. I picked her up, grunting with the effort -- she was getting to be a big girl, now -- and carefully positioned her so that she knelt between her father's wide-spread legs, her torso splayed out over his belly. Her arms flopped down at his sides, dark hair spreading out around them. If they hadn't both been naked -- if Henry and I hadn't both been about to fuck our daughter -- it might have been a sweet scene. Right now, it just looked depraved. I shuffled into place behind her. Henry lifted her hips, positioning her crotch over his cock. I leaned in and helped him hold her up. It took a bit of trial and error, but he was quickly able to find the entrance to her tight hole. "Got it," he said triumphantly. "Lower her down." I didn't lower so much as I pushed. Pushed my little daughter's immature pussy onto her daddy's hard cock. Her head drooped. Henry let out a long, ragged sigh as his length disappeared all the way inside her. "She's so fucking tight," he mumbled. "I'm going to feel every inch of your strap-on inside her." "Mmhmm." I let go of her, letting her torso splay back over Henry's stomach. I shuffled into my own position. Tilly's little ass was right there. I put both hands on her cheeks and spread them. I couldn't resist giving them a quick slap, which became a hard slap, which then became five minutes of spanking her unconscious body while she lay impaled on her daddy's cock. She made no sound, but his soft, barely audible whimpers made my clit throb. I stroked her reddened ass-cheeks, breathing hard. I was really going to do this. Fuck her asshole while Henry reamed out her young pussy. While this was the most extreme thing we'd ever done to her, a nasty voice in the back of my mind whispered that there was still a long way to go. I both hated that idea and adored it. "Hurry up," Henry begged. "Or I'm gonna nut before we get started." "Think you can get hard again while you're still inside her?" I purred. "With your cum dribbling out of her?" "Oh, god." His hips rocked, and he let out a long, shaky breath. "I can. You know I can." I chuckled. I was too horny to draw this out any longer. Spreading Tilly's cheeks with one hand to expose her tiny puckered hole, I positioned the head of my vibrating cock, then slowly... slowly... pushed inside her. The unconscious little girl let out a tiny whimper. It turned me on even more, and it sure turned Henry on, because he thrust violently up into her tight snatch. The movement pushed her more deeply onto my dick, until the harness pressed against her skin. I gripped her small hips. The vibrations against my clit intensified. I held still, shivering, on the edge of an orgasm already. "Imagine what we look like," I croaked. I wanted to grind forward, to get that extra vibration to send me over. I held off. "Mommy and Daddy. Our little girl in between us. Split open. Violated." Henry groaned. His arms wrapped around Tilly's narrow chest, holding her tight. "You're so fucking nasty," he panted. He was trembling, like me, way closer to orgasm than either of us wanted to be. "I love you so much." It was an unexpectedly tender moment amongst the filth and depravity. "Love you too, hon." Then I pulled back, the vibrator strap-on jostling my clit, and slammed forward. It was all I needed. I came so hard I almost passed out, barely able to hold myself up over Tilly's limp body. Henry was fucking her hard, hips pistoning, making the bed shake. He roared out his orgasm, whole body bowing so hard Tilly was lifted off the bed. It took us both a couple of minutes to come down from such intense orgasms. I pulled my plastic dick out, delighting in the obscene way Tilly's asshole gaped. Henry rolled her onto her back and dived into her stretched out little quim, burying his face into the mess he'd made. I heard the sound of frantic slurping as he licked out his own spunk. I stroked his hair, curled around Tilly's side, and nuzzled at her nipples. -------------------------------------------------------------------------- We fucked our daughter twice more that night, alternating between her pussy and ass. We got a deviant kick out of seeing each other like that, rutting our two adult sized cocks inside her. It was beyond intoxicating. Henry lasted longer the second and third time, and for his last cream pie (which he took great delight in splurting all over her face) after he'd pulled out and we rearranged ourselves, he begged me to lick her clean. Since he'd asked so nicely, I agreed. I cradled her in my lap and licked Henry's cum off our daughter's face. He leaned in and kissed me, sucking his load out of my mouth. "Do you think we can both get a cock inside her pussy or ass at once?" he asked wistfully, after I'd shuddered my way through yet another orgasm. "Like, a proper DP?" "Oh..." I wanted that. I wanted it so fucking bad. I imagined it, feeling a fresh gush of juices between my already sticky thighs. "No," I said regretfully. "She's too young. We need to wait." "Really?" He gave me his best puppy dog expression. "I said no." My tone was firmer. "Maybe you need a good spanking to help you remember. While you're tonguing your daughter's cunt, of course."