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A New Life for Sara
By vulgus

Comments? Criticism? Email vulgus@hotmail.com
Story codes: MmmmFf, Mf, mf, Ff, ff, blackmail, NC

To that small group of disturbed people who have enjoyed my
previous efforts and encouraged me, thank you.

My life has recently begun to spiral out of control. Up until a
little less than a year ago everything was great. Well, at least
it was normal. I lived with my parents in a nice house and went
to a nice school and I suppose I was a typical rotten teenager. I
didn't know how good I had it. I found out when my father died of
a heart attack.

My mother and I were pretty distraught of course. We loved my
father and there had been no warning at all. He was only
thirty-nine. The doctors said that he had a heart defect. He had
been born with it and it had been a ticking time bomb. One day
about ten months ago the time bomb went off and he had a heart
attack at work.

That was bad enough. But then the insurance company piled on.
They wouldn't pay the hospital bills because his heart attack and
subsequent death were due to a pre-existing medical condition
that he had not listed on his application. Never mind that he had
no idea that he had a heart defect. Suddenly we were many
hundreds of thousands of dollars in debt. Dad had hung on in a
coma for days and the charges for the Intensive Care Unit alone
were obscene. 

Dad had life insurance. They had thought that it was in an amount
that would be enough to take care of us if anything happened. It
wasn't. The medical bills got almost all of it, with plenty of
bills left over. 

Mom sold the good car and kept dads old one for us to get around
in. But after the car was paid off there was hardly any money
left over. The main benefit had been to get rid of the car
payment.

Mom had no choice then. She put our house on the market. The
problem is, the real estate market in this area had just taken a
big downturn and by the time the expenses of selling the house
were taken care of and the mortgage paid off there wasn't much
more than enough left over to move to a small apartment.

I thought we had hit bottom then. We weren't even close! Ten
months after dad died mom came home from work and called me into
the kitchen for a talk. I knew from the sound of her voice that
it wasn't going to be something good. I was right.

Mom had agreed to marry a man from work. She said that she didn't
really love him, but she felt like she had no choice. He was a
widower with three sons. She had known him for several years and
she was certain that he could provide us with security. He had
always hit on her, even when dad was still alive. After dad had
died he had waited a month or so and started chasing her all over
again. 

Mom was desperate by then and so she had agreed to marry him
without ever even going out with him! She needed someone to take
over and solve her problems and take care of her and her
daughter. That was just the way she was. She thought she was
doing it for me. I was nearly as devastated as I had been when
dad had died. Now I was going to have to move across town. I
would be leaving my school and all of my friends. I had just
turned sixteen and just started dating. My girlfriends were girls
that I had gone to school with since kindergarten. I would have
much rather stayed where we were and stayed poor. 

Mom couldn't handle it though. She was being hounded by bill
collectors and she was at the end of her rope. I understood, I
think. I had trouble coping with the concept of marrying someone
that you didn't love. I understood that she was desperate though
and saw this as a way out. After I thought about it, I got to
wondering if she had really loved my dad all that much either.
She was never very affectionate with him. At least they weren't
when I was watching. They seemed more like partners in a business
venture than lovers. I just never noticed it before I guess.

It would definitely be a step up for us. My new stepfather owned
his own company and had agreed to pay off mom's debts after the
wedding. I tried to talk her out of it. I offered to get a job
and give her the money. I knew how stupid that sounded as I was
saying it, but I wanted desperately to stay in the school I was
in now. I had just started my junior year and I was popular and
involved in clubs and cheerleading and my whole life, or what was
left of it, was wrapped up in those people and those activities.

There seemed to be something that mom wasn't telling me. She was
evasive when I asked her questions about the man she was marrying
and her motives. The more I asked her about this agreement they
had reached the more upset she became so I dropped the subject. I
knew that there was something that she wasn't telling me though.

On Friday we went out to dinner with the man that mom was going
to marry. He seemed nice enough. He was pretty good looking for
an old guy. I guess he was a little older than dad, probably
around forty-five. I'm just guessing. I'm not that good at
judging the ages of grownups. His name is Larry Flack but he told
me to call him dad.

I don't know what he had treated mom like before, but I had the
impression that he felt like he was going to own her. He was
paying a lot of money for her after all. She seemed to defer to
him on every subject. He was already giving her instructions for
the wedding and our life after the wedding. They weren't going to
have a real wedding. They were just going to go to a Notary
Public who could perform a civil ceremony. There would be a
pre-nuptial agreement. If the marriage didn't last, for whatever
reason, mom would get nothing and would be in debt to my new
father for the amount that he was paying off to clear our debts,
plus interest.

He really seemed to be taking charge of her. Then he started on
me. He told me that he had expectations for my mother, but he
also had expectations of me. I would have chores around the house
and I would be expected to meet certain standards at school as
well.

I wasn't too concerned. I was an honor student and I had always
helped around the house. So that didn't concern me as much as the
way he talked to me. I got really mixed signals from him. On the
one hand he gave me the impression that he wasn't all that happy
to be gaining a stepdaughter and that he would really prefer that
I was not a part of the bargain. Yet it seemed like every time I
glanced up at him he was looking at me. It wasn't an actual leer.
He was kind of creeping me out though.

I wanted to tell him that I was just as unhappy about this
arrangement as he was, if not more. I just kept my mouth shut
though and said, "Yes sir," at all of the appropriate times. I
noticed that mom looked pretty embarrassed about the way he was
talking to us. She gave me a look that said, "Thank you," when I
just accepted his instructions meekly. 

He drove us home after dinner and I was surprised and even more
embarrassed when he came back to the apartment with us. Because
as soon as we got inside our apartment mom sent me to my room and
it seemed like only moments after I got to my room that I heard
them through the thin wall separating my bedroom from my
mother's. 

He had apparently decided to start the honeymoon early. I could
actually hear him ordering my mother to undress and commenting on
her naked body. I heard him order her to undress him and then I
heard him order her to suck his cock!

That was when I came to my senses and dug out my iPod. I put my
headphones on and turned my music up real loud. I was still a
virgin and this was not the way that I wanted to learn about sex!


It was too late to block out the disturbing things that I had
already heard. The images in my mind were making me feel ill. I
tried not to think about it, and about the things that I didn't
hear. I struggled to undress and get into my pajamas without
dislodging the headphones. I was afraid of what I might hear if
they came off.

I tried to read for a few minutes but it wasn't possible. My mind
was totally focused on the idea of my mother being ordered to
undress for the amusement of my new stepfather and then
undressing him and letting him put his cock in her mouth. If I
had not heard it I would never have believed in a million years
that my mother would allow herself to be ordered around that way,
and then let a man, a man she didn't even like all that much from
what I could see, put his cock in her mouth. I shuddered in
revulsion as I fought to get those images out of my mind.

I was still lying on my bed in the dark an hour and a half later
when mom came into my room in her robe and sat on the side of my
bed. She had left my door open and we could see well enough with
the light from the hallway.

I took the headphones off finally and turned the music off. I had
a hell of a time looking my mother in the eye. It didn't help
that she was obviously as embarrassed as I was. I could smell the
smell of sex on her still. I had never smelled it before, but I
knew what it was as soon as I smelled it.

We sat in silence for a while and I could see her trying to
figure out what to say. At last, in a voice not much louder than
a whisper, she said, "I'm sorry Sara. I'm doing what I have to
do. Larry isn't a bad man. He just takes some getting used to. He
is the kind of person that is always in charge. It's just his
way."

I listened to her, and I watched her. She really thought that she
was doing the right thing. She thought that this was her only way
out. She didn't even seem to really mind the way that he talked
to her and ordered her around. She certainly didn't seem to be
acting like a woman who had been....I don't know. What was that I
had heard? Was that rape? From what little I had overheard it
hadn't sounded like they were making love. 

I was beginning to realize that I hardly knew my mother at all.
At least I didn't know what she was like as a person, as a woman.
She had been a good mother and I loved her. I just didn't know
the woman who was sitting on the edge of my bed right now. 

I didn't know how to respond to her. I realized that I knew next
to nothing about the man she was marrying either and so I asked
her how she had met him. She told me that the company he owned
occupied a suite of offices on the floor where mom worked as a
junior executive for another company. 

We had learned long ago that "junior executive" was another name
for slave. They could work her any number of hours and pay her
only slightly more than she made when she was just another worker
bee. They dangled that promotion carrot in front of her all the
time. If she worked long enough and hard enough then eventually
she would be somebody, maybe.

She had met the man who was about to become my new "dad" in the
elevator one morning several years ago and he had been hitting on
her ever since. Not in a harassing way, but there was no doubt
that he wanted her. She had always joked with him and tried to
keep it light. She had no intention of cheating on my father. 

She said that she had begun to allow him to wear down her
defenses after my father died. Not right away, but as our
situation grew steadily less bearable she became steadily more
desperate. I guess she had eventually seen Larry Flack as our
only way out. 

He apparently knew what her motives were and didn't care. He
wanted a pretty, sexy, young wife. Mom was really beautiful and
when she dressed up she could be really hot. Not that mom was
young. She was thirty-five. But she could easily pass for a woman
in her late twenties. I was starting to realize that this was a
business arrangement for both of them. She was being evasive
again though. There was still something that she wasn't telling
me.

Mom was going to continue to work, at least for a while. He might
decide later that she should stop working, but for now he was
allowing her to work.

I asked about his three sons and she informed me that she had not
met them yet. Our dinner date was the first time that she had
gone out with her future husband! In my mind that made what had
happened when he drove us home all the more bizarre!

He had showed her pictures of his sons. Mom said that they were
thirteen, fourteen and sixteen years old and all three of them
were good looking boys. Other than that she knew nothing about
them. She only remembered the name of the oldest, Chase.

The school year had just begun and I had tried desperately to
think of some way to stay in my school, at least until the end of
my junior year. I thought of moving in with one of my friends or
just not telling the school that I had moved. But I knew that mom
wouldn't go for it. 

Still, when I asked when the marriage was scheduled to take place
I felt like I had just been kicked in the stomach when she told
me that they would be married as soon as the blood tests and the
legal documents were taken care of. She figured on two weeks from
today at the very most.

It was one thing when this earth shaking event was going to take
place at some unspecified time in the future, hopefully the
distant future. But two weeks! In two weeks I would be moving
into a home with three teenage boys and a man I had just met for
the first time. I would be leaving the school I loved and all of
my friends and going to live with four males I didn't know. The
only thing that I knew for sure was that Larry Flack was a very
dominant man who had already taken over my mother's life. I had
apparently overheard far too much of them sealing the deal this
evening. 

I was tempted to ask my mother how she felt about what had just
happened to her. I knew that she was nearly as shy as I was. I
was shocked at what I had heard from the bedroom next to mine
before I managed to get my headphones on. I tried not to think
about what I might have missed. I guess that if my mother had
allowed that man to order her to undress and then suck is cock in
the demanding tones that I had overheard tonight then we must be
in pretty dire financial straits. 

Mom told me that I should start packing my personal belongings.
My new father would come over tomorrow and look through the house
to see if there was any furniture worth moving. Everything we
owned would be sold, except for our clothing and our personal
items.

She sat quietly on the side of my bed for a few more minutes and
then she whispered again that she was sorry and got up and went
to her room. I heard the shower running for a while and then the
house was quiet.

I hardly slept at all that night. My thoughts, my worries
circulated through my head totally out of my control all night
long. I woke up from what little sleep I did get an hour earlier
than I normally get up on Saturday. I was too wound up to stay in
bed though, so I got up and took a quick shower and went out to
our small eat-in kitchen. I had some juice but I didn't feel like
eating.

My mom came out in a few minutes and said, "You look tired. I
guess you had trouble sleeping last night too?"

I just nodded. 

Mom made coffee and we sat quietly at the table while the hot
water dripped through the coffee grounds filling the small room
with the pleasant aroma. 

When the coffee was ready she poured herself a cup and sat back
down. The silence was oppressive and soon she asked, "Have you
thought of any questions since last night?"

I had a dozen questions, but I could only reply, "None that you
can answer. Are you sure that this is the only way?"

I saw that it looked like she was going to cry. I realized that I
was making it more difficult for her and I felt bad about that. I
got up and went over and put my arms around her and said, "I'm
sorry mom. I know you are doing what you think is right. I'm not
upset with you. I'm just scared."

She said, "Me too Sara, me too." And she really did sound
scared.

Larry showed up around nine. I realized that I was thinking of
him as Larry. It would be very hard for me to call him dad. Maybe
after I knew him better, but for now he was just the strange and
frightening man that my mom seemed to be selling herself to.

He greeted us cordially, but I noticed that he treated us more
like servants than his new wife and daughter. Maybe my impression
was colored by my feelings about this situation, but that was the
way it seemed to me.

I followed them around the small apartment as they did an
informal inventory. There were some pictures of our family before
dad died and Larry said that we could keep them, but he didn't
want them displayed in his home.

I thought that was kind of cold. He was still my father! I didn't
say anything though. We went through the kitchen and the living
room and, except for the few pictures we would be allowed to
keep, Larry decided that everything would have to go.

We moved down the hall to mom's room and Larry went through
everything. I was really surprised, and embarrassed. He even went
through mom's underwear! He didn't say anything at first, but
after he had looked at everything he said, "You are going to need
all new clothes. I don't care for the dowdy things you wear. You
have a beautiful body. You need to dress to emphasize it, not
hide it. You definitely need new underwear. That stuff all looks
like my mother's underwear! I'll pick out an outfit to wear when
we leave. Everything else in here can go. There's no sense moving
it."

We went to my room last and if I thought I had been embarrassed
watching him go through my mother's things, this was much worse.
He stood at the door and looked around and then went in with mom
and me trailing behind. He looked around and said, "All of this
furniture can go." 

After looking around he moved to my closet. He opened the door
and looked through my clothes which were crammed tightly into the
small closet. I had a much larger closet in our old house and now
I had to cram things in pretty tightly. He struggled with what I
had hanging there and then became impatient and said, "The hell
with it. Your things are almost as bad as your mother's. We'll
pick out something for you to wear when we leave, but the rest of
this can stay too."

Somehow, the idea of this man selecting my wardrobe made me
nervous. Mom didn't say a word though, and I was just as
intimidated by him as she seemed to be.

He backed away from my closet and the embarrassment I had felt up
until now was nothing. I had been embarrassed when he went
through my mother's lingerie, but she was going to be his wife so
maybe he was entitled to have a say in what she wore. I certainly
didn't think that my underwear was any of his damned business!

Apparently I was wrong. He walked to my small dresser and went
through the drawers. He pulled out a random sampling of my bras
and panties and held them up and shook his head. I was very
tempted to tell him that my underwear was none of his damned
business. But somehow I couldn't. I looked at my mother. Surely
she would object to this. This man had no business concerning
himself with my underwear!

Nothing! She just stood there blushing as her husband-to-be
inspected my underwear! He turned to me and asked me if I had a
suitcase.

I nodded. I was too shocked to answer out loud.

He said, "Get it out and we will pick out a few things for you to
pack when I get back."

Then he took my mother's arm and led her out of my room and I
stood there thinking, "Get back from where?"

He didn't go far. He led my mother into her bedroom and as soon
as the door closed I heard him order her to strip. The walls are
so thin that I could hear their clothing rustling as I reached
under my bed and pulled out my suitcase. 

There was no talking coming from the other room. This time I
guess she knew what to do without being told. I tried not to
think about it. I didn't want to know about my mother's sex life.
If you can call what they were doing a part of my mother's sex
life. I didn't get the impression that they were making love, or
even having sex. It was more like he was using my mother to get
his rocks off.

I sat on my bed in shock as I listened to the sounds filtering
through the wall. Fifteen minutes later he came back into my room
alone. I was so embarrassed that I couldn't look him in the face.
He went right to my closet and selected a sundress and tossed it
to me. 

He moved to my underwear drawer again and this time he pulled
everything out and dumped it on the bed. As he went through my
bras I saw a movement and looked up to see my mother watching
from the door to my room with a concerned look on her face. But
she didn't say a word as Larry selected a couple of my sexiest
bras and tossed them into my suitcase. Then he did the same with
my panties. He picked up the ones that caught his eye and ran his
fingers through them thoughtfully and if they appealed to him he
tossed them in my suitcase. Most of them didn't appeal to him and
he left them in the pile. 

When he was done with my underwear drawer he said, "No more
pantyhose. I don't approve of them. If you require hose you may
wear thigh highs. With legs like yours though, I don't see any
reason for you to wear them. Now, show me your sleepwear."

I pulled out my pajamas and he just shook his head. He got a
disgusted look on his face and said, "My boys have more
attractive pajamas than this. These won't do at all. Don't bother
to pack them."

I looked pleadingly at my mother in the doorway, but she just
looked down at the floor.

He turned to leave and I called out, "Wait! What about my
clothes? What am I going to wear? I don't....."

That was as far as I got. He turned back and said patiently, as
if he knew that he was talking to a moron, "We will get you and
your mother both new wardrobes. Don't worry about that crap.
Letting you wear that stuff bordered on child abuse. You're a
girl. Girls like to shop for new clothes don't they? You should
be excited. You can also pack up your shoes and any personal
items and toiletries. We have decided that you and your mother
will go ahead and move in with me and my sons. There is no sense
in putting it off any longer."

"After you two are out of here I will have a crew come over and
haul away your old clothes for Goodwill and see if I can get
anything for your furniture. Go ahead and get ready to leave."

He looked up at my mother and said, "Are you ready Karen? You
don't have time to be standing around gawking. Go get packed. You
two come out into the living room when you are dressed and
packed."

Before he left my room he told me to take my t-shirt and shorts
off and put on the sundress that he had selected for me.

I stared at my mother, dumbfounded at the turn of events. I
thought that I had a couple more weeks to say goodbye to my
friends and get used to the idea of going to a new school. Mom
just shrugged and turned and went to her room.

I stared down at my suitcase and wondered when we would be going
shopping. I didn't even know what I would be wearing to bed
tonight. Hell, I didn't even know where my new house was. 

I was having a terrible time collecting my thoughts. I couldn't
even think as I looked around at all of the familiar things that
I had to get rid of. I finally came to my senses and packed my
school books and my few items of jewelry. 

I threw my shoes into a knapsack and packed my toiletries. I
packed my personal pictures and my iPod and my camera. Then I
went around and made sure that I wasn't leaving anything I should
be taking. 

Finally I removed my shirt and shorts and put the sundress on. It
buttoned up the front and was reasonable attractive. Larry wasn't
happy with it. I knew that it was too conservative for his
tastes. 

Once I was dressed I carried my things out to the living room.
The idea of strangers going through the things I was leaving
behind made me very uncomfortable. It was an invasion of my
privacy. Some strange men would be digging through my clothes,
through my underwear. It was just too embarrassing to think
about.

Mom was already in the living room with one small suitcase and a
toiletry bag. She looked like she had been crying, but I couldn't
say for sure. I felt like crying too. I felt like it must feel to
be taken away by the cops. I felt like I was being arrested, or
kidnapped.

Larry grabbed the two largest suitcases and mom and I grabbed the
rest of the bags and we followed Larry out to his car. He tossed
all of the bags in the back seat and mom and I slid into the
front. 

As soon as the car pulled out of the parking lot Larry relaxed
and began to drive with one hand while his other hand moved to my
mother's knee. Mom stared straight ahead as Larry's hand pulled
her legs apart slightly and out of the corner of my eye I watched
as his hand slid confidently up her thigh and came to rest very
close to her crotch.

I couldn't believe that she would permit this. I couldn't believe
that she would permit this if I was not there, much less with me
sitting there beside them where I couldn't help but notice. 

He wasn't satisfied with just holding her thigh though. I saw his
hand move again and I saw my mother jump and I knew that his
finger was now resting against her pussy. I was getting grossed
out and I wanted desperately to turn away. For some reason
though, I was unable to stop watching as his hand moved lightly
between her thighs. 

My shock increased when, as her skirt rode up I couldn't help but
notice that she was not wearing panties.

We rode in silence, except for my mother's loud breathing until
Larry said, "I suppose this is a lot for you to adjust to all at
once Sara. But we might as well get it over with and get you guys
moved in. On Monday we can get you transferred to your new school
and I'm pretty sure you will like living at my house much better
than in that tiny apartment."

Somehow I didn't think I was going to like living in his house as
much as he was going to like having me there. My mind flashed
back to the look on his face as he ran his hands through my
underwear and I was getting more convinced than ever that he had
more on his mind than rescuing my mother from a life of poverty.

I thought that we were being driven to Larry's house, but instead
he pulled into a parking lot and announced that we would go in
and get a few items to tide us over until we could go shopping
for new wardrobes. He explained that we would need to replace our
pajamas and my mom and I would need new bathing suits so that we
could take advantage of the pool in his backyard. 

I looked up at the store. We had never been in it. I had noticed
it before. I had even thought that someday, when I was older, I
would like to shop here. It was called Sweet Nothings. Sort of a
Victoria's Secret, but much larger and they sold sexy clothes as
well as lingerie. Their ads in the paper were always pretty hot.

As soon as we entered the store I was in awe of the clothes that
I saw everywhere I looked. They were beautiful. They ranged from
slutty to sophisticated, but they were all beautiful and sexy and
revealing. I couldn't help thinking though that these were not
the kinds of clothes that my mother would ever wear. I also
thought that they were a bit inappropriate for a girl my age. I
certainly didn't see anything that looked appropriate to wear to
school.

Larry didn't seem to share my reservations. My mother did. It was
obvious that she was uncomfortable. But still she didn't balk at
anything Larry told her to do. I know that she had never been
very pushy, but I was beginning to think that she had been given
a complete spinectomy. 

There were only a few other customers in the store but they
didn't pay us any attention. Mom and I followed Larry around and
he went first to a bathing suit display in the back corner of the
store. 

He picked out a handful of suits and handed them to my mother. I
saw only enough to know that they were not much different than
going naked. I knew I couldn't wear one of them. I waited for him
to select something more appropriate for me, but he seemed
satisfied with his selections and he made his way to the
sleepwear section.

The first thing that I noticed was that there were no pajamas.
There was just rack after rack of sexy sleepwear. The kind of
thing a woman might wear for her boyfriend or husband. None of
the items that Larry selected were appropriate for a sixteen year
old girl in a house with a man and three teenage boys. 

He selected several sets of baby dolls for my mother and me and I
was embarrassed just to be holding them. He also selected a lacy,
sophisticated, seductive looking peignoir for each of us.
Everything was tiny and all but transparent. I kept waiting for
my mother to say something. I was unable to believe that she
would not balk at the clothing he was selecting. If I had tried
to get her to buy me any one of these articles of clothing two
weeks ago she would not have said no, she would have said hell
no!

I kept looking at my mother, waiting for her to speak up. She
wouldn't meet my eyes though. What was she thinking?! Did she
think it would be alright for me to wear these things in front of
Larry and his three sons?! Not that I could of course. I am not a
stripper and I do not intend to parade around half naked for
their entertainment. He had given us robes to wear over the baby
dolls. They were just as transparent as the baby dolls.

I finally had to say something. "Um, Mr. Flack, dad, I don't
think I can wear these. I don't dress like this. You can see
right through this stuff. You know I'm only sixteen, right?"

He just grinned and said, "Sara, you dress much too
conservatively. I'm sure you will look beautiful in those
things."

I looked at my mother again. She just stared at the floor. 

Larry said, "We'll just get you each one outfit today so that
you'll have something to go shopping in tomorrow and then we can
go home."

We followed Larry to a rack of short dresses that looked like
they were for little girls. They were shorter than any I had ever
worn before. I watched him select a dress for my mother and then
after looking through them he handed one to me. 

I stared at it, not sure if he was serious. He was. He turned
away and I thought that we were finished. If only!

We moved to the underwear section and he picked out a handful of
sexy panties and thongs for both of us. The panties he picked
were all sluttier than anything I had ever owned before. I took
comfort in the fact that at least they would be hidden under my
clothing.

I expected him to select a few bras before we left but he stared
at my breasts for a moment and said, "You don't need a bra Sara.
Those pert little tits of yours look just fine."

My jaw dropped at that. I looked again at my mother, but she
still didn't react. I resented his description of my breasts. I
had been wearing a B cup bra for almost a year and I was pretty
proud of my breasts. Like most girls I suppose, I would prefer
that they were a little larger, but they were perfectly formed
and matched up reasonably well with my frame and each other.

No matter how proud of them I was, I had no desire to walk around
with them on display. I had gone out without a bra before. But I
had always been well covered in layered tops, not dressed in
sheer and semi-sheer tops and dresses. 

Once more I thought this humiliating experience was finished. We
headed to the front of the store and I thought that we would be
checking out. It seems the humiliation that I had been
experiencing since Larry came to our apartment to get us was only
a prelude. It turns out I didn't know what humiliation was yet. 

Instead of checking out we headed for the fitting rooms against
the opposite wall. There were a couple of men there, standing
around waiting impatiently for their wives or girlfriends or
whatever to try on clothes. They glanced at us as we approached
but then looked away.

Their attention quickly returned to us when Larry guided my
mother into one of the four fitting rooms at the end that did not
have doors. I watched as my mother turned bright, bright red but
allowed him to guide her into the fitting room. I actually
started to feel faint as I heard Larry order my mother to undress
and try on the dress that he had selected for her.

She never even protested! She unbuttoned her blouse slowly and as
she undressed the two men standing nearby moved closer and
watched. I too watched as my shy, conservative mother removed her
blouse and hung it on a hook. She was not wearing a bra! 

I had never seen my mother's breasts before. Or at least I had
not seen them since I was an infant. Her breasts were very nice
for a woman in her mid thirties who had given birth. They
appeared to be a C or D cup and though they sagged slightly they
appeared to be firm and perfectly formed. Her nipples were much
larger than my own and at the moment they were quite erect. She
couldn't have been turned on though. The look on her face was of
total humiliation.

She had been struggling to unfasten her skirt and I could see
that her fingers were shaking as finally she managed to get the
button undone. I remembered as she struggled with her zipper that
she was not wearing panties. I watched in disbelief as she
stepped out of her skirt and stood naked in the fitting room for
all to see.

I didn't have the nerve to look at the two men standing behind us
watching my mother undress. I didn't want to watch my mother
being humiliated this way. But for some reason I couldn't tear my
eyes away! 

I can't remember ever thinking of my mother as a sexual person
before or noticing her body. I couldn't avoid seeing it under
these circumstances though. I was amazed at how nice her body
was. She had great legs too! To me she had always just been mom.
It was kind of shaking up my already disturbed reality to see how
sexy she looked. It was like I was seeing her as the other men in
the store were seeing her. She looked hot! But a girl doesn't
want to see her mother in that light.

Mom made no effort to hide her nudity as she removed the dress
that Larry had selected from the hangar and slipped it on. She
buttoned it up quickly and then stood waiting for Larry to
approve. 

I noticed that the light material of the dress was
semi-transparent. I could make out my mother's nipples! I
couldn't actually make out her neatly trimmed patch of pubic
hair, but I could see the outline of her legs clearly. 

Larry instructed her to turn around slowly and as she turned,
even in this dim light I was pretty sure that I could make out
the crack of her butt through the material. I was astounded that
she would allow herself to be humiliated like this. 

I wondered if he would make her try on everything he had
selected, but apparently he was finished humiliating my mother
for the time being. The show wasn't over though. I saw him turn
to me and I was all set to tell him to go to hell. 

He didn't say a word to me though. He looked at me and handed the
dress that he had selected for me to my mother.

She stepped out of the fitting room, still wearing the dress she
had been given and gently but firmly pulled me into the fitting
room. At first I was too shocked to protest. But I quickly began
to balk as my mother guided me into the small fitting room. 

I began to pull back and whispered violently that I would not
undress in front of all of these people and I did not want to
wear that dress. 

I saw her glance nervously at Larry and then she pulled me
roughly into the fitting room. As soon as I was inside she got
right up in my face and spoke into my ear. She whispered, "I'm
sorry Sara. You have to do this. I'll explain later, but you have
to. Please, if you don't....." Then she sighed and slumped in
front of me. 

I whispered loudly and emphatically, "Mom! What the hell is wrong
with you?! I can't undress in public. I just can't do it! I won't
do it!"

I saw tears in her eyes as she looked into my eyes again and she
just said, "I'm sorry Sara. We don't have a choice. We have to do
what he wants or I'll go to prison."

It took a second for her words to penetrate my feelings of
terror. When they finally did I was almost relieved that there
was a reason that she was going along with this, all of this. But
I still couldn't do it. I said, "I can't mom! I'm a virgin. I
can't undress with those men watching!"

She just sighed and asked, "What if I help? Will you let me help
you? Please Sara. We don't have a choice."

I didn't answer. I couldn't. She didn't wait for me though. She
started unbuttoning my dress. I stared at her in shock, but she
wouldn't meet my gaze. As her shaking hands slowly worked the
buttons on my dress open I whispered, "Mom! Why are you doing
this?! How can you do this to me?!"

She whispered back, "I have to. I don't have any choice. I told
you. If I don't do everything that he wants I will go to
prison."

I didn't know what else to say. Out of the corner of my eye I
could see the leers of the two strange men staring as my dress
was being removed. I also saw the look of interest on Larry's
face. He wasn't leering, but he was enjoying my discomfort as
much as he was about to enjoy seeing me in my underwear.

I almost started to resist as my mother pulled the sides of my
dress apart and slid it down my shoulders and pulled it free and
hung it up. I was stopped by the unbelievable statement that she
had made about prison. I didn't understand, but she must be
incredibly desperate if she could do the things she was doing. So
I stood and closed my eyes as she took my dress away and I heard
her removing the dress that Larry had selected for me from the
hangar. 

I was waiting impatiently for my mother to slip the new dress up
over my arms. I swear that even with my eyes closed tightly I
could feel the eyes of the men outside the fitting booth staring
at my bra and my panties as my mother moved around behind me in
the cramped little fitting room. I was unprepared, however, when
I felt her fumbling with the clasp of my bra and quickly pulling
it off, baring my breasts to the three men. 

I gasped in horror at being exposed like this, but I didn't
speak. I couldn't. I didn't move either. It was like I was
paralyzed. I had never been so embarrassed in my life. Three
strange men were now staring at me as I stood before them in only
a pair of bikini panties. I am pretty sure that I was safe
describing Larry as a strange man. 

I was terrified that my mother would remove my panties before
helping me on with the new dress. Apparently Larry didn't require
that final indignity. I felt her slide the dress up over my arms
and onto my shoulders. I didn't wait for her to fasten it. I
opened my eyes and was shocked to see a fourth man and the wives
of two of the men standing there watching with amused looks on
their faces. Four men and two women had just seen me all but
naked!

I began to frantically fasten the few buttons on the tiny dress.
It only came down to a few inches below my crotch. I tried to
ignore the fact that my nipples were just as much on display as
my mother's were. After being nearly naked in public even this
small amount of cover was welcome.

Once I was dressed, more or less, Larry nodded and I was saved
the humiliation of having to change back into my other dress. I
crossed my arms over my breasts and we went to the cash register.
Larry handed the dress I had worn in and the skirt and blouse
that my mother had been wearing to the attractive redhead behind
the counter and asked her to throw them away. While my clothing
was being thrown away Larry turned back to me and frowned and
said, "Put your arms down. That sort of defeats the purpose."

He turned back to the woman behind the counter and asked to
borrow a pair of scissors. He handed them to my mother and she
removed the tags from the new dresses we were wearing while Larry
paid for our new clothes. There may not have been much material
but the things he selected were pretty expensive. Larry chatted
amiably with the woman behind the counter and just before we left
he asked about their hours on Sunday. He said that his "two new
slaves" needed complete new wardrobes!

I did a double take and turned to look at my mother. I knew from
the way that he said it that he wasn't kidding! The truth of his
outrageous statement was when yet again my mother stood there in
silence. I thought surely that the woman at the register would
have a problem with what Larry had just said. Boy was I wrong!
She smiled and looked at my mother and me and said, "You have
excellent taste in slaves Sir. I am a slave as well." Then she
pointed out the attractive young woman who worked for her and
said, "My Master owns her as well."

Larry smiled and said, "Yes, I know. I have had some business
dealings with Paul. He told me all about you and Kara and he
recommended your store to me."

I was in total shock now. I mean it. I couldn't even walk as
Larry said goodbye and turned and walked away. My mother had to
pull me along after him. I wasn't fighting her. It was just that
my mind couldn't grasp this. I was totally blank. I allowed
myself to be pulled back out to the car and we threw our new
clothes into the back seat and got back in the car. 

As soon as the car was moving again Larry's hand returned to my
mother's thigh. I heard her gasp as his hand moved against her
pussy and Larry said, "Karen, when I left your house last night I
thought that you were going to explain our arrangement to your
daughter."

Mom replied in a whisper, "I told her most of it sir. I just
couldn't tell her.....I couldn't tell her everything. I couldn't
tell her that I was a thief. I couldn't tell her that I had
agreed to be your slave. Oh god sir! How could I tell her those
things?! She knows now, and I still can't tell her!"

Larry chuckled. It sounded kind of evil to me, though that may
have just been because of what had just happened to me and the
fact that he was sitting there with his hand on my mother's
pussy.

I waited for someone to explain and finally Larry said, "Sara,
your mother is a fucking thief."

My mom groaned in humiliation. She seemed more upset by what he
was saying than she was about having his hand up her skirt and
playing openly with her pussy in front of her daughter!

Larry continued, "She attempted to steal several thousand dollars
from her employer. I was able to intercede on her behalf before
he had her arrested. I offered her a way to get out of debt and
avoid prison. She isn't happy about it, as you might expect, but
she has no choice and she knows it. If she is arrested she will
lose the only two things that she has left, you and her freedom.
Since you have no living relatives you would become a ward of the
state and start moving around from foster home to foster home
while she became a federal prisoner for several years, after
which she would have no home and no money and no chance of
getting a job at all. Not even a fast food restaurant will hire a
thief."

I was staring at my mother in shock. Shock seemed to be my only
expression any more. She wouldn't look up. She just whispered,
"I'm sorry baby, we were broke. I was desperate."

I felt sorry for her, but at the moment I was more concerned for
me. "But mom," I exclaimed, "you sold me into slavery?!"

My mother just bowed her head a little more.

Larry said, "I repaid her employer and she works for me now. I
have had the hots for your mother for a while and she has always
politely but firmly rejected me. There will be no more rejection,
will there Karen?"

My mother said, "No sir."

Larry was getting irritated at her whispering though. "Speak up
god damn it! All of your damned whispering is getting on my
nerves."

My mother cleared her throat and said, "I'm sorry sir," in a much
louder but still quiet voice.

Larry chuckled again and said, "Yes, you are sorry. Sorry you got
caught. You are an expensive piece of ass. All of your bills and
what I had to pay your old company to keep your ass out of jail
makes you the most expensive pussy I have ever bought. But then,
I never bought one to keep before. I never got a two for one deal
on it before either. So I'm not complaining."

I guess the unasked question had been answered. It seemed obvious
now that I was not just a decoration here. I was not just coming
along for the ride. Larry had every intention of having sex with
me, and my mother was going to let him!

I had not been paying much attention to where we were going.
There were too many distractions. The events that had taken place
this morning, this strange conversation, the sight of a man's
hand on my mother's pussy. I noticed that most of her lower
abdomen was now exposed and his hand was resting over her pubic
area cupping her pussy. I could make out the movement of his
middle finger and I guess that what he was doing was getting to
her because her breathing was getting louder and she seemed very
tense.

No teenage girl should have to witness what I had witnessed this
morning, or worse yet, be forced to allow her mother to undress
her for an audience of strange men.

So by the time Larry pulled into the driveway I had no idea where
I was. I was totally disoriented. We were parked in front of a
large brick home in a subdivision of large brick homes. They all
seemed very large and very expensive. When I say large, his house
was larger than the apartment building we were moving out of! 

Larry turned the engine off and said, "Here we are." Then he
opened his door and got out.

I sat for a moment and looked around at what was to become my new
home. Or perhaps I should say my slave quarters. I would have
preferred to be returned to my tiny, rundown apartment and my old
life. I knew that wasn't going to happen though. I glanced at my
mother who had yet to pull her dress back down over her exposed
vagina. I really wished that she would cover herself. I didn't
want to see that. 

She saw the look on my face and realized that she was sitting
there exposed. She quickly pulled her skirt back down. I got out
and she slid over and stepped out behind me.

Larry called out, "Chase! Brad! Get over here!"

I looked up and noticed two teenage boys coming out of the
garage. Their eyes went to my mother and then to me and they
stared at us rudely as they hurried out to see what their father
wanted. I don't think that they even saw our faces! They openly
ogled our figures through the tiny dresses we wore.

He introduced us to his two older sons, Chase was the sixteen
year old and Brad the fourteen year old. They said hello, but
they stared at our breasts the entire time. I had forgotten that
my breasts were so openly displayed by this nearly sheer dress.
Not much of my legs was covered either. 

Larry ordered the boys to get our things out of the back seat and
take them upstairs. He told them to take everything to his room
and he would sort them out upstairs. The boys grabbed our bags
and took off and Larry led us inside and gave us a tour of the
house. It was a freaking mansion! The backyard was huge and so
was the pool that took up a large part of it. It was big enough
to be a public swimming pool! It was pretty though, not just a
square pool. It was curved and had a little lagoon and an island
in the middle. It looked like something you might see in an ad
for a fancy tropical resort. 

After touring the downstairs and the backyard Larry led us up the
winding staircase to the second floor. I was led to my room and I
may have been sold into slavery, but damn! My bedroom was bigger
than the living room in our old house had been! I even had my own
bathroom! The furniture was right out of a magazine and the
carpet felt like it was ankle deep. 

We went down the hall to Larry's bedroom, the master bedroom. It
was a suite. Mom's closet was almost as large as my bedroom down
the hall. The bedroom was huge and had a sitting room and a set
of French doors that opened out onto a nice sized deck
overlooking the pool. Their bathroom was almost large enough to
turn a car around in. It had a huge walk-in shower and a fancy
Jacuzzi tub and a separate room for the toilet and bidet. There
was marble and ceramic tile everywhere you looked. 

We went back out into the bedroom and separated our suitcases. I
took my bags to my room and while I was unpacking the few things
that I had been allowed to bring with me from our apartment Larry
came in with the clothes that he had bought for me today. 

He handed me the bags and said, "Put one of the bathing suits on
and come down to the pool. There will be a lot of rules for you
to obey while you are here. I won't give them to you all at once.
You would forget and then I would have to punish you. The first
ones are obvious. You do what you are told when you are told to
do it. No begging, no pleading, no nothing. You just do it. If
you ever say no to me it better be the right answer. If you
refuse to do something then you will be severely punished. I
don't even tolerate that from my sons, and they aren't slaves."

"Now, the next two rules are that you never, ever, close your
bedroom door and you never, ever, close your bathroom door. That
seems pretty cut and dried. Do you have any questions?"

'Why me' came to mind, but I knew that would be a waste of
breath. I just said, "No sir."

He smiled and said, "Good girl. Go ahead and change now. Don't
dawdle. I'm looking forward to seeing you in one of those new
suits."

I stared at the doorway after Larry left my room. The house
seemed quiet now and there was not a lot of traffic in the
hallway. But I had seen the way that Chase and Brad had stared at
my mother and me when we arrived. I lived in a house with a man
and his three teenage sons and I was not permitted to close my
door! I stood like that, almost in a trance as I tried to wrap my
mind around my new reality. I found myself spending a lot of my
time in the last hour or so feeling like crying, but struggling
desperately not to.

I finally forced myself to turn around and empty the plastic bag
from Sweet Nothings out on my bed. I set my new panties aside in
a small pile, a very small pile. I laid my new super-sexy
sleepwear aside. That left the two bathing suits. Yes, I was sure
that Larry was looking forward to seeing me in one of these!

I had seen Larry pick the suits up from the display and I knew
that they were small and revealing. It turns out I had been
pretty clueless. They were not just tiny. They were totally
sheer. The three little patches of cloth would just barely cover
my nipples and the narrow slit of my pussy. And I have very small
nipples. Everything else was just string.

I held up the degrading little suit and I realized that I would
have to shave my pubic hair off. I grabbed the small bag with my
toiletries and went over to the door and looked out. I saw no one
around in the hallway and I grabbed one of the suits and went
into my bathroom. I got out my razor and a pair of scissors and
laid everything out on the sink counter. 

I was just starting to unbutton the short row of buttons down the
front of my dress when I heard a noise and looked up. I nearly
screamed when I saw Chase standing in my bathroom door grinning
like an idiot, a malevolent idiot.

I stopped what I was doing and waited to see what he wanted. He
said, "Don't stop what you're doing. You need to get out there
before dad starts getting impatient. Trust me. You really don't
want to piss him off. He's a big fan of corporal punishment."

I didn't know what to do. Did I really have to undress and shave
my pubic hair off with this boy watching me?! I realized that was
the point of not being able to close my doors. It was all about
exposing me, humiliating me and making me feel vulnerable. It was
working very well.

I didn't want to do it. I knew it would make me seem even weaker
and more vulnerable, but I couldn't help it. I desperately didn't
want to do this. I had to appeal to him. "Please Chase, this is
so embarrassing. Couldn't you let me...?" I couldn't finish. My
voice trailed off and I forced myself to look up. I saw the look
on his face and I knew I was wasting my breath.

He knew how hard this was for me. I could see it written all over
his face. He was really enjoying it too. I realized that my pleas
just increased his pleasure. I knew that he was right though. I
didn't dare "dawdle". Larry was waiting to see me in what little
there was of my new suit.

I looked down and returned to unbuttoning my dress. It didn't
take nearly long enough and all too soon I was holding the two
sides together and trying to find the courage to take it off. I
could feel his eyes on me. He wasn't standing that close to me
but it seemed like I could almost feel the heat from his body. I
knew that he could outlast me. I even suspected that he was
enjoying the suspense and my humiliation as much as he was going
to enjoy my nudity. I took one more deep breath and slowly pulled
the sides of my dress apart and slid it off of my shoulders in
one slow motion. 

I heard his breath catch as I bared my breasts. I tried to ignore
him. His quiet whistle of appreciation didn't help. I dropped my
dress on the counter beside me and he said, "Nice tits!"

I ignored him and contemplated my next task. I was about to have
to remove my panties in front of a boy for the first time. As if
that wasn't humiliating enough, I was pretty sure that he would
be watching as I shaved myself. That seemed like a terribly
intimate thing to do in front of a boy.

I was still struggling with the concept of removing my panties
when he said, "I said, nice tits."

I looked up at him. I tried not to see the large bulge in his
trunks. I wanted to slap him. I wanted to slam the door in his
face. I wanted to scratch his eyes out. He was staring at me with
a smug arrogant look on his face, very much like his father. I
guess we both knew I was going to lose the battle. I was at the
bottom of the food chain in this house.

I finally said, "Thank you," in a voice that was almost a
whisper. My voice broke and I found myself struggling not to cry
again. For some reason I didn't want them to see me cry. It
couldn't have been pride. I didn't have much of that left.

I hooked my thumbs into the waistband of my panties and pushed
them down and stepped out of them. I hated it that my hands were
shaking so obviously. I tried to ignore Chase as I spread a towel
out on the toilet and sat on it. I used the scissors to cut my
pubic hair down to stubble. I was a blonde and my hair was thin
and light and had only recently started growing out so that I
thought I looked like an adult. I kept it trimmed neatly, up
until now. I had never even thought about cutting it all off
though. I was not happy about what I was having to do in order to
wear a bathing suit that I didn't want to wear.

While I was working on my pubic hair Chase finally stepped into
the room with me and bent over for a closer look. He still had
that arrogant grin on his face. He looked at my pussy closely for
a moment and said, "Nice cunt too. Dad said you were still a
virgin. Is that right?"

I was just finishing up with the scissors and when he spoke I
wanted to drive them right into his face. I had hated that word
from the first time that I had heard it. It was so demeaning. But
then I realized how stupid that was under these circumstances. My
mother had sold me to these people. She had sold them my cunt. I
was trying very hard not to hate her for this. I know that she
was trapped. I couldn't help thinking though that other people
were poor and they didn't sell their daughters. They didn't sell
their daughter's cunts. Damn her! 

I had to ask Chase to move so that I could get my razor and the
shaving gel. He backed up a little and straightened up while I
stood and dampened a cloth with warm water. I grabbed my razor
and the can of shaving gel and sat back down on the towel. I
dampened the remaining stubble and set the cloth aside. I reached
for the gel but Chase stopped me. 

"Here, let me help you with that," he said. 

Before I could react he had squirted some of the gel onto his
fingertips and he began to spread it over my pubic mound. I
gasped and jumped as if he had touched me with a live wire.
Because that was how it felt. 

For the first time in my life a boy was touching my pussy. It was
being done against my will, but that didn't matter. The feeling
was still electric. I fought desperately to remain calm as he
moved his fingers over me. He wasn't looking at my face though.
He was staring at my pussy and I realized suddenly that despite
his smug, arrogant demeanor, he had not had all that much
experience with the opposite sex either. He may not be a virgin,
but he obviously had not seen or touched a lot of naked girls.

That realization didn't make it any easier for me to be naked in
front of him. For some reason though, I wasn't as afraid of him
once I realized he wasn't all that experienced.

Chase rubbed the gel over me for much longer than was necessary.
When he finally moved his hand away I managed to take a couple of
deep breaths and steady my nerves before I began moving the razor
over my mound. It was hard to concentrate with his face just
inches from my crotch as I worked. Once I finally got started
though, it didn't take long and soon my pussy was totally bald. 

I used the damp cloth to wipe off the residue of the gel and just
before I closed my legs and stood up he moved his hand over the
area again. He smiled up at me and said, "Nice job. Smooth and
sexy, I like it. Dad is going to love it too."

I thought, "Great! They both like little girls!" That was what I
looked like now. But there was nothing that I could say to him. I
didn't want to make him mad.

I closed my legs and stood up. Chase stepped back and watched as
I struggled with that tiny suit to cover what little area it
would actually cover. Once I had it on and the strings adjusted
and tied I looked in the mirror and realized that all that it
actually did was emphasize the areas that were supposed to be
covered. They just added a little color and called attention to
my nipples and my slit. It was totally obscene!

Chase was enjoying the hell out of it though. He watched my every
move and when I was done and staring at myself in the mirror he
stepped up behind me and I felt his hand slide down over my ass.
He stood staring at me in the mirror and said, "God you are hot!
I don't know how a girl that looks like you stayed a virgin for
so long."

He turned me around and looked at me closer. He even bent down
and looked at the tiny strip of sheer cloth over my pussy and
then he straightened up and said, "You act like you hate this."

"Of course I hate this!" I exclaimed. How could he think anything
else?!

He grinned that increasingly irritating grin of his and asked,
"If you hate this so much, why is your pussy wet?"

I didn't even have the nerve to look. If he was telling the truth
I didn't want to know it. I put my shaving gear away and folded
up the towel until I could dispose of my pubic hair. I went out
into my bedroom and put my sandals on. As I moved around I could
feel his eyes on my butt.

I knew that I was now a sex slave. I don't mean that I had
accepted it, or that I was resigned to my fate. At least I wasn't
yet. I was obeying orders though. I was doing things and allowing
things to be done to me that I could not have conceived of
twenty-four hours ago.

I was pretty sure that Chase and his brothers were going to be in
on the fun and games. I wondered how long it would be before
Chase could come into my room and demand that I have sex with
him. I knew he wanted it. I could not help noticing that large
bulge that he didn't try to hide. I had to assume that his father
was saving me for himself. At least until he had taken my
virginity. I shivered in fear as that thought occurred to me and
then I headed down to the pool. 

I walked down the carpeted hallway to the stairs on shaky legs. I
felt so naked and so vulnerable. I had just spent close to half
an hour exposed and humiliated by a boy. Not just a boy, a boy my
age that I now lived with and who had the power to order me
around. It just seemed like I had been short of breath since this
morning. Everything was happening so fast! And everything that
was happening was awful.

I walked down the stairs with Chase following closely. When we
got to the bottom of the stairs he came closer and put his hand
on my ass as I walked towards the door to the backyard. I tried
to ignore him. What else could I do? 

I had assumed that when I got outside things would quickly go
from bad to worse. Even so, I wasn't prepared for what I saw when
I opened the door and stepped out onto the patio. I came to a
sudden stop and stood staring at my mother not fifteen feet from
me. She was wearing a suit that was identical to the one I was
wearing except that mine was bright red. Hers was hot pink. I
don't know what they had been doing to her before I came out. Her
bra, if you can call those two little patches of sheer material a
bra, was up around her neck and her little thong was hanging by
one string around her right thigh. 

She was down on her knees between the legs of Larry's youngest
son and she had his cock in her mouth. Just as Chase and I
stepped outside the fourteen year old, Brad, was sidling up
behind my mother and was about to put his cock into her from
behind. I watched in shame and disbelief as she ignored Brad and
continued to suck on the youngest boy's cock.

I doubt if any normal teenager, boy or girl, thinks of their
mother as a sexual being. Seeing my mother like this was
unimaginable to me. I knew this was rape. I knew that she was
being forced to do these things. I just didn't know if that made
it better or worse.

Larry called me over to where he was sitting so that he could
inspect my new suit. I was grateful to be distracted from the
sexual tableau being played out in front of me and I gave them a
wide birth as I walked around them and made my way reluctantly
over to where Larry sat leering at me.

I stopped in front of him and he looked me over for a moment.
When he had explored my all but naked body with his eyes for long
enough he said, "Beautiful! Come over here and sit down."

He pulled me into his lap and one of his large but surprisingly
soft hands engulfed my breast as he held me on his lumpy lap. He
explained, "That boy that your mom is sucking off is my youngest,
Kevin. He is thirteen, but as you can see from time to time, he
is pretty well developed for his age. This is his first blowjob
though, so it probably won't last long."

I had managed to look away from my mother's rape at the hands of
Larry's two youngest boys. Larry insisted that I keep watching
though. It was the first time that I had seen a naked penis or an
actual sex act and I was having trouble figuring out my reaction.
I seemed to be fascinated, but repulsed, all at the same time! 

Larry's hand on my breast wasn't helping. He pulled the tiny bra
up so that it hung down from my neck just like my mother's was.
He teased my breasts for a long time before he began to lightly
toy with my nipples. I wanted desperately to hate what he was
doing. I certainly found it degrading that I was forced to allow
this old man to use me this way. I was feeling more than
embarrassment though. I was so excited at being touched by a
man's hand that I was having difficulty catching my breath. 

I was surrounded by horny males and the sight of my mother
sucking a cock and getting fucked and I felt a man's hands on my
breasts for the first time and it was all so overwhelming. 

It turns out that things were just getting started. I hadn't seen
anything yet. Kevin had apparently just cum in my mother's mouth
and he pushed her head away and said, "Son of a bitch dad! That
was fantastic!"

Larry laughed softly and said, "There are going to be plenty more
where that came from Kevin. Now get up and let Chase sit down."

I saw my mother glance over at us and I saw that she was crying
softly. She held on to the arm of Kevin's chair for balance
because Brad was still pumping into her from behind. I watched
her breasts swaying in time to his strokes for a second, but then
I was distracted by Chase when he moved closer and slid his
trunks down. I gasped as his hard cock came into view. I had seen
it pressing against his trunks when he was tormenting me upstairs
and I knew that it was pretty large. I was still unprepared for
what I saw. 

Judging from the gasp that my mother let out, she was surprised
too. Chase's cock was only the second one I had seen. And since
Kevin was only thirteen I guess that it isn't a fair comparison.
But it seemed awfully large from where I was sitting.

I watched as Chase sat down and my mother leaned back down and
began licking his cock and his balls for a moment before she
started sucking him with what seemed like a lot of enthusiasm to
me.

While I was watching my mother service Chase and Brad, Larry had
continued to move his hands over my body. He reached over and
untied the string on my hip and the tiny little patch that was
supposed to be covering my slit fell loosely against my thigh. I
jumped as his finger slid up and down my slit and I was
embarrassed at how wet I was. 

He slid his finger inside me, moving slowly and gently deeper
into my virgin pussy. I hated him and I hated that I had to
submit to this treatment, but there was no denying how exciting
it felt to have a man's finger inside of me. I was startled to
realize that my eyes were closed and my head was lolling back
against his shoulder as his finger slowly penetrated me. 

I wondered if he was going to tear my hymen with his finger and I
realized that at that moment I wasn't as worried about it as I
should have been. He didn't though. I felt his finger come into
contact with it and stop. 

He said, "I'll be damned," under his breath and pulled his finger
back a fraction of an inch. He left his finger inside of me and
began to tickle my clit with his thumb and I couldn't fight it
any longer. I was getting closer and closer to orgasm. He must
have been watching me because just as I was about to cum he
stopped.

I cried out as the feeling started to fade and after a pause he
started again. He brought me right to the brink of orgasm twice
more and each time he stopped before I could cum. I was about to
start screaming at him to let me cum but before I could he
started talking softly in my ear. 

He ordered me to open my eyes and he said, "Look over there at
your mother. Do you know why she is doing that?"

I was still panting but I managed to choke out, "Because she
doesn't have a choice."

Larry said, "Well, she has a choice. She has no good choices. She
has decided that this is the path of least resistance. But your
mother and I have made a deal. The reason she is sucking Chase's
cock so enthusiastically right now is that she has agreed to do
anything and everything my son's and I tell her to do until you
graduate from college. In return, I have promised to put you
through the college of your choice and allow you to keep your
virginity."

"That doesn't mean you get a free ride," he continued. "Your
mother is going to help you learn how to suck cocks. You will
suck any cock on demand as long as you live here. You will allow
anything that me, or my sons, or anyone else that we give
permission to, wants to do to you. You will permit anyone to look
at you, to undress you, to touch you, or to make you perform any
act short of giving up your virginity."

"If either you or your mother refuses to obey any order between
now and the time you graduate from college then all bets are off
and there will be no more limits. That bargain is subject to your
approval. If you don't wish to be a party to it then our
agreement is cancelled. It's up to you now. Do you agree to the
terms of that agreement?"

As he had explained the terms of the deal he had reached with my
mother, his finger had continued to delve into my pussy and his
thumb was again tickling my clit. At that moment I wanted nothing
more than to have an orgasm and if I had to get fucked and lose
my virginity to get it then I was just about willing. Just about,
but not quite. 

I didn't even really have to think about it. I was at his mercy
anyway. I hardly hesitated at all before saying, "Yes! I agree!
Please, please I need to cum!"

I hadn't really thought about what I was agreeing to. My brain
was pretty fogged up right then. But again, it didn't really
matter. He could just as easily rape me for the next two years
and then toss me out in the street.

That was the last thing on my mind at that moment though. He
finally allowed that giant orgasm that had been building up to
happen. It was the most exciting thing that had every happened to
me. I had masturbated before, and I liked it. But it had never
been like this! I cried out loudly as my body went rigid and wave
after wave of pleasure washed over me. It went on and on and
finally I went limp in his lap and shivered and sobbed quietly.

He let me get my breath and then he said, "See, it won't be all
bad. Now stand up and take that suit off. From now on we'll save
it for when we have company over."

I struggled to my feet and after a moment I untied the strings
that held the suit together. It didn't cover anything anyway. Not
even when it was in place. I wadded it up and tossed it on a
nearby table and Larry said, "You are a lovely young thing. This
is going to be a difficult bargain to keep. I would dearly love
to fuck you. Now, go over to that cooler over there and bring me
back a beer."

I spotted the cooler he was talking about and walked unsteadily
over to it and pulled out a beer. I had been so dazed that I
didn't even notice until I was on my way back that my mother was
sucking Kevin off again. I handed Larry his beer and he said, "Go
over there and kneel down on the other side of your mother and
watch closely what she does. It won't be long before you will be
doing it. Your mother obviously isn't an expert either, but it's
a place to start."

I was just starting to get the full use of my senses back. I
walked over to where my mother was sucking off a thirteen year
old boy who was about to become my stepbrother and Brad came up
behind me and dropped a cushion beside the chair for me to kneel
on. I nodded my thanks, but he was staring at my naked body so
hard that he barely noticed.

This was the second time around for Kevin and I would have
expected it to take longer. I guess if you are thirteen and
getting your second blowjob it still doesn't take very long, even
if your new stepmother-to-be isn't an expert cocksucker.

I had just dropped to my knees when Kevin stiffened up and swore
softly. I had time to see my mother take his cock into her mouth
a few more times before Kevin lifted his hips and I saw my mother
struggling to swallow as he came in her mouth.

She held his cock in her mouth a little longer, until he gently
pushed her head away again. I saw his cock close-up for the first
time. It had started to go soft, but it was still nearly erect.
It wasn't all that big I guess. It looked like it may have been
just barely five inches long, maybe a little less. It wasn't very
big around either. It was much smaller than Chase's cock. Still,
I had no desire to put this cock or any other in my mouth. Not
ever. I knew girls did that sort of thing. Most girls did it I
suppose. It seemed to me to be a particularly nasty thing to do.
I mean, Christ! They pee out of that thing!

Mom couldn't look at me. The tears had stopped flowing but it was
obvious that she had been crying, a lot. It was also obvious that
they didn't care. Or if they did care they were getting a kick
out of it. All four of them seemed to be in a very good mood,
excited at their sudden good fortune, especially the boys who had
just gone from a life of desperate horniness to having an
abundance of free pussy in their own home on a permanent basis.

Now that I was close to her I could smell the cum. I know that at
least two of the boys had taken her from behind. I assumed that
was what I smelled. It was a strong, bleachy scent. I guess it
was a little unpleasant, but I couldn't help thinking that it
would be better to have that stuff running down your thigh than
have to swallow it.

Then I remembered what Larry had said. I would be required to
give them all blowjobs any time that they wanted them. Didn't he
also say that there would be others? I think he did. Maybe being
a virgin wasn't all that important. I realized though that even
if we didn't have that arrangement to preserve my virginity I
would still be forced to suck them off whenever they wanted. I
guess I should be grateful for what I could get from them.

Brad was seated in front of mom now and I looked at his cock. It
was soft now, but slimy. I remembered watching him take my mother
from behind just a few minutes ago and it was apparent that he
had not cleaned himself off. His cock was really disgusting. It
was also larger soft than Kevin's was when it was hard.

I watched my mother lean forward to take Brad's cock into her
mouth. She looked like she was going to be sick, and I felt the
same way. Brad stopped her before she got her mouth on his cock
though. He reached out and put his hand on her forehead and said,
"Hold on mom." The way that he said mom made it sound like a
dirty word. 

She looked up at him and he said, "I want my new sister to get
that ready for you?"

I knew that I was going to be sick now! He grinned at me and
said, "Don't worry Sara. You don't have to suck it this time. I
want you to take it in your hand and make it nice and hard for
our mother. She has already sucked me off once and I just fucked
her a few minutes ago. So it may take a little effort. But you
are one hot little bitch and I'm pretty sure that you can do it.
Move over here a little closer so I can play with your tits while
you play with my cock."

He turned back to mom and in a sickly sweet and very sincere tone
of voice he asked, "You don't mind if my new sister gets me hard
so you can blow me again do you mom? You must be getting pretty
tired by now."

I reached out my hand and gingerly wrapped my fingers around his
soft cock. It was the first cock that I had every touched. It was
wet and sticky and the idea that the moisture I felt was a
combination of the moisture from my mother's vagina and a boys
cum was nearly making me ill. I noticed that mom had tears
running down her cheeks again. I really, really didn't want to
touch Brad like this. But I couldn't help noticing how hot and
how soft his cock felt. I moved my hand slightly and his cock
twitched. 

Brad said, "Karen, I mean mom, show Sara how to make my cock feel
good. She has probably never seen one before and could use a
little motherly advice." I couldn't help thinking, "What a
fucking creep!"

My mother reached out and wrapped her hand around mine and began
moving it slowly up and down while Brad began teasing my nipples.
His cock started growing in my hand and it felt really weird, but
not as weird has having your mother guide your hand up and down
on some guys cock!

He must have really liked the idea of a mother and daughter
working on his cock because it quickly got hard again. His cock
was nearly as large as his older brother's and after a few
minutes, when he told my mother to go ahead and start sucking him
off again, she was having a difficult time of it. If she had
sucked him off earlier then this must be her fifth blowjob in the
short time that we had been here. I imagine that her jaw must
have been getting pretty tired.

I continued to watch. I knew that was what Larry wanted to see.
He liked the idea of me down here beside them, watching my mom
sucking his sons off. I was interrupted by Chase though. I felt a
tap on my head and I looked up to see him standing slightly
behind me. 

He said, "I'm going to fuck your mother now sis. I want you to
suck my cock for a minute to get me ready to put it in her
cunt."

I knew that he was being gross on purpose. I wasn't as put out by
his words as I was by the idea that I was about to take a boy's
cock into my mouth for the first time, with an audience!

I turned my body towards Chase and looked at his cock. It was
reasonably clean. I had watched my mother suck it just a few
minutes ago. There was something on the head of it. A few flakes
of what I assumed was dried cum. His cock was still soft and
hanging down limply, but it seemed nearly as large when it was
soft as it had been when I saw it hard earlier.

I swallowed nervously and licked my lips. I started to lean
closer reluctantly when I saw his cock twitch. I paused, but then
I leaned down and opened my mouth, prepared to take the end of
his nasty cock into my mouth.

Before my lips closed around him though, he stopped me. "Kiss it
first, sis. Kiss my cock and my balls, and then lick me. Then you
can suck it for a couple of minutes. Have you ever sucked a cock
before sis?"

I wish that he would stop calling me sis. He used that same
derogatory tone of voice that they used when they called my
mother 'mom'. They were just trying to degrade us. I shook my
head violently in answer to his question. I said, "No, I've never
done anything before," and then I leaned forward and kissed his
cock. 

It felt very hot on my lips. It was soft and warm and it twitched
again when I touched my lips to it. I tried not to think about
what I was doing. I moved my lips all around, kissing his cock
and his balls and when I had covered them with kisses I began to
lick.

It wasn't so bad I guess. There was no unpleasant taste and
except for the traces of dried cum on the tip of his cock he
seemed to be clean. His cock began to grow, slowly at first, but
then rather quickly and soon it was hard. It seemed even larger,
right in my face like this. I was not looking forward to putting
it in my mouth. 

He was though, and he quickly had enough of my licking. He let me
work at him for another minute and then he said, "Okay sis, suck
it now."

I moaned in fear as I realized that the moment I had been
dreading was finally here. I licked my lips again and took the
head of his cock into my mouth. I knew that I was doing a
terrible job of it, but it was my first time and I was
terrified.

Chase just watched me. He didn't say anything or correct the
things that I was doing wrong. He didn't hold my head the way he
had when my mother sucked him off a little while ago. He just
watched me struggle to please him.

I began taking more and more of his cock into my mouth. I had
never done it before, but I was vaguely aware of the concept. I
was only able to take about half of his cock into my mouth before
I started gagging uncontrollably. 

He turned to Larry and said, "Shit dad, I know it's her first
time, but damn! She doesn't suck cock worth a shit. I hope she's
a fast learner. Maybe I should bring the football team over after
school and give her a couple hours of practice."

Larry chuckled and said, "Not right away Chase. Let's see if we
can teach her something first. You don't want to be embarrassed
in front of your friends do you?"

Chase pulled his cock out of my mouth and said, "Turn back around
and pay attention to what your mother is doing. Get a fucking
clue, bitch!"

I was fighting not to cry now. My eyes were blurring from the
tears forming, but I didn't want them to see me cry. I don't even
know why. I just didn't want to be weak in front of them.

Chase moved behind my mother and she adjusted her position so
that he could get between her legs. I watched him as he dropped
to his knees and then he looked over at me and said, "Come over
here sis. I want you to line my cock up with mom's cunt so I can
fuck her."

I groaned in humiliation, or was it desperation, and moved into
position to obey him. I looked at my mother's pussy. I could see
the liquid that had oozed out of her and run down her thighs. The
smell was stronger back here and it was very unpleasant. 

I felt a few tears run down my cheeks despite my resolve to not
let them see me cry. I ignored the tears and wrapped my fingers
around Chase's hard cock and carefully pulled it down into
position at my mother's opening. 

As soon as I had it positioned he pushed his hips forward and I
watched the head of his cock disappear into my mother's pussy. I
watched as inch after inch of his long, fat cock disappeared
inside of her and then I moved back to watch as my mother
finished sucking Brad's cock.

Chase grabbed her hips and started fucking her violently and with
each thrust she was grunting loudly and her mouth was being
forced farther and farther down on Brad's cock. I could see that
she was fighting to limit how much of it entered her mouth but
even though they were just teenage boys they were both larger and
stronger than her and she was being tossed around like a ragdoll
between them. 

I watched in amazement as on one particularly violent stroke
Brad's cock slipped past the entrance to my mother's throat and
suddenly her lips were wrapped around the base of his cock. 

She struggled to pull back but Brad held her tight and moaned in
pleasure. I saw him tense up and he swore loudly and I knew that
he was cumming straight down my mother's throat. 

I watched as her struggles diminished. At first I was afraid that
they were killing her but I realized that she wasn't fighting for
air, she could breathe. She was just trying to free herself. 

I heard Larry laugh and say, "That's more like it cunt! That's
what I want to see from now on. Are you watching this Sara?
That's the way to suck a cock!"

He is going to make me do that! Oh god. I'm pretty sure I won't
ever be able to do that!

Brad finally let go of her head and my mom pulled away from him.
She was gasping and gagging and she really looked like she was
about to be sick. It didn't bother Chase though. He just kept
pounding into her from behind. 

In another moment or two he said, "Since you don't have anything
to watch anymore sis, get your pretty ass over here and tickle my
balls while I fuck mom. I'll cum faster. She is probably getting
pretty tired by now. She's been out here fucking and sucking
cocks for over an hour now."

I edged closer to Chase and then I leaned over to look at his
balls as they swung back and forth in time to his violent
strokes. He took his hand away from my mother's hip and reached
down between my legs and tickled the space between them and said,
"Right there, rub me lightly right there while I fuck her."

I jumped when his finger touched me, but I could see why he
wanted me to touch him like that. It felt kind of nice. I reached
down between his thighs and wrested my hand against the crack of
his sweaty butt. I struggled to keep up with him as he returned
to fucking my mother. 

I had just gotten used to following Chase's movements with my
hand when Kevin came over and got down on the other side of me
and began exploring my body. He played with my breasts for a
minute and then he turned to Larry and said, "I like her tits
better dad. They ain't as big, but I like them."

Brad grinned and said, "Yeah, she's pretty hot. It's a damned
shame we can't fuck her. But I guess once she learns to suck a
cock as good as her mom does she'll be worth keeping around. She
is fun to look at though."

Just then Chase muttered, "Aw fuck!" and he got all twitchy and
then he tensed up and pounded viciously into my mother a couple
more times before he stopped and shivered and I knew that he was
shooting more cum into my mother.

They finally let my mom rest after that. The boys all went over
and used the outside shower one at a time and then Larry told my
mom to rinse off. 

My mom got up and for the first time I saw that she too had been
forced to shave her pubic hair off. It looked obscene, just like
mine did now. 

After she rinsed off she dried herself and then she went inside
to use the bathroom. While she was gone I ended up back in
Larry's lap with his hand on my pussy. 

My mother came back out several minutes later and Larry was
gracious enough to offer her a cold beer. She glanced down at his
fingers playing with my pussy and I saw the pain in her eyes. She
didn't say anything though. She looked around and spotted the
cooler and went over and got a beer and came back and sat down at
the table with us.

No one spoke for a while. The boys had gone into the pool and
were horsing around and bragging loudly about their recent sexual
exploits. I had the impression that it had been the first time
for the two youngest boys. Chase was being kind of cagey though
and I wasn't sure if it had been his first time or not. I didn't
think it was though.

Larry listened to them proudly for a moment and then he turned to
mom and said, "I guess you're having a hard day Karen. I imagine
they'll be kind of rough on you for a week or two, you and Sara
both. But once the novelty wears off it probably won't be so
bad."

He was quiet for a moment and then he said, "On the other hand,
they are teenage boys. It is a pretty horny time in their lives.
But I'm sure you'll learn to cope. It's only sex."

He spoke to me then. "Sara, you may have noticed that they have
pretty much left you alone. Well, at least you haven't had to
actually suck them off yet. You can thank me for that. I wanted
to get your first blowjob. Don't worry. I don't expect much from
you. But I expect you to try. To be honest, the idea of a
beautiful sixteen your old girl sucking my cock is irresistible.
I have been walking around with a hard on since I saw your
picture on your mother's desk. That pretty face and those pouty
lips and your innocence are irresistible. I am going to enjoy the
hell out of this even if you can't suck a cock worth a shit. I
think I've shown remarkable willpower today, but I don't think I
can wait any longer. So why don't we go ahead and get this over
with?"

Larry took his hand off of my pussy and helped me to my feet. I
stepped back and he stood up and ordered me to take his trunks
off. I was scared, but after everything that had already happened
to me today this kind of thing was getting easier. Not easy
certainly. But I had been stripped in public in a lingerie store.
I had been forced to undress and shave my pussy in front of my
new stepbrother. And worst of all I had spent the last hour and a
half either watching these three boys raping my mother or
actually helping them do it. I didn't want to do this. Not any of
this. It was humiliating. But the things that they made me do
were becoming just one degrading and humiliating act after
another. I don't mean to imply that I was getting used to it. I
guess I was just learning to cope with it.

At least that was what I was trying to tell myself. I mean, I was
almost getting used to being naked in front of this man and his
three sons. Not comfortable, but used to it. I had been touched
all over my body for a couple of hours now and I hated the idea
that I had no choice but to permit it. But it had felt pretty
damned good sometimes. And I had touched a cock for the first
time and it hadn't been so bad. I didn't like doing it, but the
feeling that I got when I touched a naked boy was somehow very
compelling. I couldn't deny that it was exciting on a level that
I couldn't control.

My resolve began to fade as soon as I started working Larry's
trunks down. I struggled to free them from the bulge in front and
when the head of his large cock popped free only inches from my
face I suddenly didn't feel so confident. It was even larger than
Chase's cock. And now it was in my face, not my mother's. Up
until this very moment the concept of taking a cock into my mouth
and sucking it and allowing him to cum in my mouth, these had all
been abstracts. Now it was about to happen and I was terrified
all over again.

I finally managed to slide Larry's trunks down and he stepped out
of them and kicked them out of the way. He didn't sit back down
right away. He ordered me to examine his cock, to get familiar
with it. It was only inches from my face and I could see every
hair and every freckle in exquisite detail. I noticed that a
clear liquid was leaking from the small hole in the head of his
cock and it looked like it had been leaking for quite a while.

I knew about the lubricant that leaked out of man's cock, just
like the stuff that had been pouring out of my pussy most of the
afternoon while he and his sons had been molesting me. I knew
about it. But I had no desire to become familiar with it at this
point in my young life.

Larry called my mother over and soon she was kneeling beside me
and I saw the look of shame on her face. It was tearing her up
that I was being forced to do this. I suppose that it was even
worse because she had to help. I couldn't help feeling sorrier
for me than I did for her though.

My mother took my hands and placed one of them around Larry's
cock and showed me how to cradle his balls with the other. Then
she gently pressed against the back of my head. I resisted for a
second, but I realized it was hopeless and I allowed her to guide
my lips to the head of his cock. 

She began telling me quietly what I would have to do and what I
could expect to happen. She told me to lick the head of his cock
and then take it into my mouth. She warned me to be careful not
to touch him with my teeth. She told me how to move my head and
my hands.

Just as I began to move my lips down over his cock I became aware
of his three sons watching eagerly as I performed my first
blowjob under my mother's guidance. I saw the lustful looks on
their faces and I also saw the tears running down my mother's
cheeks. 

That was all I saw before Larry's cock reached the back of my
throat and I started gagging and my eyes started filling with
tears. Everything was a blur now, and that was better. I didn't
want to see all the faces around me.

My mother put her arm around my shoulder and talked to me
quietly. She told me that the gagging was natural but that it was
a psychological reaction. I just needed to calm down. She told me
to swallow before I started to move my mouth down over his cock
and it would fool my brain into accepting being touched in the
back of my throat and I wouldn't gag. 

It took several attempts, but eventually I learned that she was
right. I couldn't actually swallow with my mouth full of that big
cock, but making the attempt seemed to stop the gagging. Even so
I could only get about half of his cock into my mouth. He didn't
complain though. He and his sons just watched me as I began
moving my head up and down the way my mother was instructing me.
When I had that motion more or less mastered she taught me how to
move my hand in a coordinated effort and soon I was giving him a
passable blowjob. 

At least I think I was. He wasn't complaining.

He stopped me after a couple of minutes and sat back down in his
chair and as soon as he was comfortable he told me to get back to
work. I moved between his legs and returned to doing what I had
been doing and my mother straightened up and stayed out of the
way. 

Larry was apparently every bit as pleased with the sight of a
sixteen year old girl sucking on his cock as he said he would be.
I suppose watching my mother service his boys for more than an
hour had helped to turn him on too. I may not be an expert at
this, but I could tell he was getting close. 

Larry moaned and said, "Just a little faster now Sara."

I was dreading what was about to happen. The concept of some
strange, vile liquid shooting out of the end of his cock and
filling my mouth was truly disgusting. My mother began talking to
me quietly again. She told me what to expect, what it would taste
like and how to handle it when it happened. I am guessing that
she was just telling me to do the things that he had made her do
when she sucked his cock since I gathered from their earlier
remarks that she was no expert cocksucker either.

He moaned loudly and I felt him tense up and then he almost
yelled, "Now you sweet bitch! Fuck! I'm cumming!"

I was terrified, but I followed my mother's explicit
instructions. I moved my lips back up to the head of his cock and
closed them around the tip while I sped up the motion my hand was
making up and down the fat shaft. Seconds later I felt the hot
liquid spewing out of the end of his cock and filling my mouth. I
gagged again as my mouth filled with the slimy, bitter liquid,
but I held on and forced myself to keep my mouth in place over
the head of his dick and I continued to masturbate him until he
reached down and held my hand still.

He sighed and then he looked down at me and said, "You did a
pretty damned good job for a first blowjob you sweet little
bitch. You are going to be easier to train that I thought. Now, I
want you to carefully straighten up without spilling a drop."

I carefully slid my lips off of the end of his cock and he
shivered as my lips moved over the head of it. I sat up with my
mouth still full of his vile sperm and wiped the tears from my
eyes. 

I could see again and I didn't like what I saw. Not just the smug
look on Larry's face, but the looks of lust on the faces of his
sons, and the three brand new hard ons, all pointed right at me.

Larry instructed me to use my tongue. He wanted me to get
familiar with the taste of his cum. I moved the liquid around in
my mouth with my tongue, exploring the taste and the slimy
texture. It was not as horrible as I feared, but it was still
nasty. The flavor was unpleasant, but it was the idea of what I
had just done that really bothered me. 

Larry watched my face as I obeyed his orders and then, after a
minute or so, he ordered me to kiss my mother and share my prize.
I looked at him in disbelief for a moment, but I guess my mother
had been told to expect that command. She didn't even hesitate.
She leaned forward and put her lips to mine and I felt her tongue
trying to pry open my lips. I started to pull away. The idea of
what he wanted me to do now was almost as disgusting as the
blowjob itself! He wanted me to French kiss my mother with a load
of his cum in my mouth! My mother pulled back a little and said,
"Please baby, we have to do what he says."

She touched her lips to mine again and I still resisted when I
felt her tongue at my lips. But eventually I gave in. I allowed
her tongue into my mouth and the thought of what we were doing;
the idea of how low we had sunk in such a short time was almost
too much. I was crying into my mother's mouth as I began to
French kiss her. It took a moment for me to realize that she was
crying too. 

I felt her tongue exploring my mouth and extracting some of
Larry's cum. Her tongue moved in and out of my mouth and finally
Larry stopped her and ordered us both to swallow. I think that,
of all the humiliations that had been heaped on us since this
morning that this was easily the worst, the most degrading thing
that I had ever done in my life. But as that thought crossed my
mind I thought, 'so far'. This was just day one. I had six more
years of sexual servitude to look forward to!

Larry seemed to bask in our horror and shame at what we had just
done for a few moments. He really enjoyed treating us this way. I
don't know how long he would have gone on staring at us like that
if Chase hadn't said, "Come on dad!"

Larry chuckled and pulled my mother into his lap. As soon as he
had her arranged the way he wanted her he said, "Okay boys, go
ahead and take your turns. But don't take too long. It's time for
them to get in there and start supper."

Chase moved out from behind his father where he had been watching
me perform my very first blowjob. They had been told that they
couldn't have me until I had sucked Larry off first. Now I was
fair game and they were impatient to stick their hard cocks in my
mouth and bathe my tonsils in more loads of hot cum. Chase sat
down on the cushion where my mother had been kneeling beside me
and said, "Come on bitch, my turn. Suck it."

I turned to face him and looked down at his hard cock. It was not
that much smaller than his father's. I realized that all three of
these boys had been having sex with my mother all afternoon and
they would probably last much longer than Larry had. I tried not
to think about that though as I bent down and did the things to
Chase that I had just done to his father.

I had just started sucking Chase's cock when I became aware of
Brad and Kevin kneeling down on either side of me. They each
began to play with one of my breasts and one of them began to
play with my pussy. I tried to ignore them but that got harder
when one of them, I couldn't tell which one was doing what at
first, stuck a moistened finger against my ass and pushed it
gently but forcefully inside of me. I realized after minute or
two that it was Brad.

At first it was just annoying. But before very long it was
starting to feel very good. I hated it. I didn't want to enjoy
what they were doing. But they kept it up and it was becoming a
major distraction. Maybe that was what Chase was waiting for. I
don't know. I just know that I was moaning in pleasure as I moved
my head up and down on his cock when suddenly, just as I was on
the verge of having an orgasm, Chase put his hand on the back of
my head and pulled hard. 

I guess we were all amazed when Chase's cock slid right down into
my throat. I was so shocked that I didn't even fight at first.
Chase was holding my head down and my nose was pressed tightly
into his pubic hair. I forgot all about my orgasm and began to
struggle to pull back. He was holding on tight though and he was
telling me in a loud, forceful voice that I was fine, I could
breathe. 

I was panicking though and I continued to struggle. Right up
until one of the other boys suddenly slapped my ass with all of
his might. Just the sound of his hand striking me that hard must
have been heard all over the neighborhood. 

I screamed around the cock in my mouth and my eyes shot open. I
was looking right into Chase's face and he told me again that all
I had to do was relax. I could breathe through my nose just
fine.

I don't know how he could know that. I had watched him with my
mother and she had not taken him down her throat. I stopped
struggling though and much to my surprise I actually could
breathe! Not without difficulty. My airway was constricted by the
large slab of meat which had been forced into my throat. I was
able to take short panting breaths though.

I felt the hand that had slapped my ass return to my rectum and
begin to probe again. As Brad's finger wormed its way back into
my ass Chase said, "Just relax for a minute and get used to it.
Once you get used to it you can to it on your own. It won't be so
bad then. 

He finally moved his hand away from the back of my head and I
tried to relax a little more and get used to the feeling of that
big piece of meat stabbing down my throat. At first I had trouble
convincing myself that I wasn't going to choke and that I could
breathe. But I gradually began to get distracted by the fingers
again and I was sobbing quietly, though I don't know if it was
despair or pity or, god forbid, desire. No, I may have been
getting some pleasant sensations from the fingers on my breasts,
but I wasn't feeling desire.

I have no idea how much time passed before Chase said, "Okay
cunt, keep your hands on my thighs and start sucking me off
again. I want to feel my cock going down your throat on every
stroke from now on."

I gingerly pulled my head up, drawing his large shaft through my
lips until only the head of his cock remained in my mouth. I took
a deep breath and started sliding my lips and tongue back down
his shaft. When the head of his cock struck the back of my throat
it stopped. It wouldn't go down at first and the pain in my
throat from making the effort was making me cry harder. 

I expected him to grab my head and force it again but suddenly it
went past that barrier and slid down my throat. I think I was
more surprised than anyone else when it went. 

I pulled back once my lips reached the base of his cock and then
repeated the process. Each down stroke was an ordeal. It became
easier, but no less painful, at least not until very near the end
when my throat started getting numb. 

I never regained that pleasant feeling that I had gotten from the
fingers in my pussy. The shame and the pain and the disgust I
felt made it impossible. Even though he was really turned on by
what I was doing it took him a long time to cum. I was exhausted
by the time I heard him say, "Okay cunt. I'm getting close. Pay
attention, I don't want to shoot down your throat. I want you to
enjoy it, savor the taste. Get ready bitch!"

I made one more stroke with my mouth and then I knew it was
happening. I pulled my mouth back to the head like I had done for
his father and began to beat him off with my hand as he shot his
cum in my mouth. It was nowhere near as much as his father had
filled my mouth with. It didn't feel like it was much more than a
tablespoon if that. I guess he had shot so much cum into my
mother this afternoon that this was all that he had left.

I waited until he was done and then I sat up and compared the
taste to the taste of his father's cum. Chase's cum had a much
milder flavor. It wasn't pleasant. But it wasn't nearly as strong
and bleachy as his father's had been.

I felt everyone's eyes on me as I tasted his cum for a moment and
then swallowed. After what I had just gone through, swallowing
was pretty painful, but if I had to choose between swallowing and
holding it in my mouth I was going to go with swallowing.

Chase caught his breath for a moment and then he struggled to his
feet. As soon as he moved away his place was taken immediately by
Brad. 

Brad didn't say anything. I guess he didn't need to. I knew what
was expected of me. His cock was marginally smaller than Chase's
was. So I hoped that it wouldn't hurt as bad when it went down my
throat.

I leaned back down and after licking and kissing his cock and his
balls I took his cock in my mouth and went to work. My throat was
already very sore, and my jaw was sore and tired too. 

As I went to work on Brad's cock I felt Kevin moving around
behind me and he began to slide his cock between my legs and run
it through the tight slit there. He didn't try to put it in me
but his proximity was making me nervous. I was surprised at how
good it felt though. His cock pressed against my slit and I
realized that my pussy was leaking like a sieve. 

I was distracted for a moment by having to force Brad's cock down
my throat, but once I was moving up and down his shaft it became
almost automatic and I began to have more trouble ignoring what
Kevin was doing, especially when the head of his cock started
sliding over my clit. 

I was not expecting to enjoy anything these boys did to me, but
by the time Brad was on the edge of his orgasm I was nearing one
myself. I came just before Brad did and I suppose that was what
put him over the edge. I lost control while I was cumming but
Brad grabbed my head and held it in place and I felt his cum
flood my mouth while I came on Kevin's cock.

I swallowed quickly and then rested my head on my arms while Brad
rolled away and stood up. I was crying again. I was furious with
myself. I hated it that I had cum in front of them like that. 

I felt Kevin pull away and as soon as his cock was gone I was
disgusted with myself for reacting the way that I had. I
struggled back up on my arms so that he could take his place in
front of me and as soon as he sat down I saw the price I was
going to have to pay for my orgasm. His cock was covered in my
juices.

I stared at it for a moment. I glanced up at his grinning face
and I didn't have to be a mind reader to know how much he was
enjoying this. He was only thirteen, and maybe he wasn't quite as
big an asshole as the rest of his family. But he had a chance to
have sex with a sixteen year old girl and he was damn sure going
to take it. 

He continued grinning at me as I leaned down to suck him off. I
was exhausted now. But thankfully his cock was smaller and the
head of it just barely entered my throat on my down strokes. I
tried to ignore the fact that his cock was slimy with the juices
from my pussy, but they were soon gone and I was relieved when I
realized that there had been almost no taste to them.

I am not sure if it was because of his younger age or because of
the time he had spent sawing his cock over my pussy, but he came
very quickly and there was so little cum that I wasn't sure at
first that he had cum, not until he carefully pushed my head
away.

He stood up and I collapsed on the cushion on my side and covered
my face and sobbed loudly. My throat had begun to recover
already, but I was so disgusted by what I had just done, and so
despondent over the life that stretched out in front of me that I
didn't think I could go on.

It isn't like I was expecting pity from any of them, but it would
have been nice if I could have had a few minutes to recover. I
heard them laughing at me and joking about what a good cocksucker
I was for a minute or two and then I heard Larry push my mother
out of his lap and say, "Okay bitch, get your whelp and get in
the kitchen and fix us some supper. We were so busy fucking
around with the two of you we never got around to having lunch.
I'm pretty hungry."

I felt his foot nudging my ass and I forced myself to get control
of the crying. My mother helped me to my feet and I started to
look for something to put on to cover my nakedness when I
remembered that I had only been wearing that tiny suit and when
he removed it he said that it would only be for when we had
company now. The significance of that just sank in at that
moment. 

He confirmed my suspicions when he saw me looking around and
said, "You look just fine like that. Unless someone tells you
different there is no sense in you girls wearing clothes around
the house. 

I groaned in despair and allowed my mother to pull me into the
house. I followed her to the kitchen and she turned around and
pulled me close and said, "Oh god Sara! I am so sorry. It's my
fault. We were about to be evicted and I had no money. I tried to
borrow some but my credit was shot. I tried to get an advance on
my pay but my boss said no. So in desperation I tried to borrow
some from the petty cash where I worked and they knew. They knew
right away. I suppose they got concerned when I had tried to get
the cash advance. They must have been checking to make sure I
didn't do anything stupid. Unfortunately I did. It is the only
dishonest thing I have ever done in my entire life and this is
the punishment for it. Oh baby, I don't know what do!"

She hugged me tight and I hugged her back. I understood that she
had acted from desperation. I knew that we were trapped. I
couldn't let my mother go to prison. But I wasn't sure that my
sanity would last for the next two years until I could go away to
college. I knew that it would be worse for mom though. Her
sentence stretched out before her forever. 

We were both crying quietly and holding each other. I suddenly
became aware of my mother's breasts pressing into my own and I
started to feel uncomfortable. I said, "It's okay mom, I
understand. We better get to work before they figure out some
other way to humiliate us."

I was grateful when she let me go. It was starting to feel
creepy, feeling her breasts against me like that.

Mom went to the refrigerator to see what she could find to make
for supper. I got a glass of water and after rinsing out my mouth
to get rid of the taste of cum I took a long drink. When I had
quenched my thirst I did what I could to help her. 

There wasn't much food in the house. I imagine they went out to
eat or ordered delivery a lot. Mom found the makings for
spaghetti and I found a loaf of French bread and we made dinner.


I finally noticed the time and was shocked to see that they had
been raping us for nearly five hours. I hoped that they couldn't
keep that up for long. Mom and I were both exhausted. If they
carried on like this every night I wouldn't last two years!

I prepared the garlic bread and then I set the table. We
discussed whether or not to set places for ourselves and decided
that we had to eat. If they didn't want us to eat with them they
could say so when they came in. I would rather eat standing up in
the kitchen than sitting around a table with a family of rapists
anyway.

One of the benefits of spaghetti is that it doesn't take long to
cook. We put everything out on the table and I went to the patio
door and called them in to eat.

We waited until they were seated to find out what they wanted to
drink and then we sat down at the dinner table. They had saved us
seats on either side of Larry who sat at the head of the table.

The dinner conversation was amazingly banal. They talked about
school and a high school football game and just general
conversation, like a normal family! They even tried to engage us
in conversation. I didn't feel much like talking though, and
neither did mom. They didn't seem to care. 

Gradually the conversation returned to sex. Apparently this was
something that they had not really discussed before and Brad and
Kevin both admitted that they had been virgins until today. Chase
had only recently become sexually active but had very little
experience. 

I wondered how having a couple of sex slaves in the house would
affect his sex life. After determining how much sexual experience
his sons had they began to sound him out about inviting friends
over. 

Larry said that he may allow them to invite friends over from
time to time. But he would have to be assured that they would not
tell anyone. It would have to be a small number and they would
have to be boys that were absolutely trustworthy. All three of
the boys said that they understood and would be very careful.

Larry then said that before that happened he had some plans for
us. He was pretty sure that mom and I would be just the right
incentive to close a couple of real estate deals he was working
on. He had also made some plans with a friend of his, Paul. Paul
was the man who owned Jo and Kara at Sweet Nothings. 

He intended to invite him over with his three slaves in the near
future and allow him to enjoy my mother and me. He also had plans
to take us to a strip club. I had been listening to his plans for
us and growing steadily more nervous about the future. But when
he said that he was going to take us to a strip club, and that we
would be putting on shows for the horny old men in there I felt
like I had been kicked in the stomach. 

I looked up at my mother and her face was white with fear too. I
also noticed that Larry wasn't ignoring us. He was watching us
closely and getting a kick out of our reactions to their
conversation about our sexual future.

Once everyone had eaten, my mother and I got up and started
clearing off the table. Every time we got near to one of them
they ran their hands over us. But after what we had been through
this afternoon it was just a minor annoyance.

Once the table was cleared off we cleaned up the kitchen and when
we were done Larry got up and opened a bottle of wine. He led us
back out to the pool and poured a glass of wine for himself and
mom and Chase and me. 

I had never had alcohol before, but after what had happened to me
today I was more than willing to try. Anything that could sooth
the anguish I was experiencing would be very welcome.

I actually enjoyed it, much to my surprise. It was smooth and
warm in my stomach. It even seemed to sooth my throat. While we
sipped the wine Larry started laying out his plans for the next
two days. 

Tomorrow we were going back to Sweet Nothings for complete
wardrobes. He warned both of us that he didn't want to hear any
shit from us about the clothing he picked out. We might as well
get it through our heads right now that he was going to dress us
up like sluts and this time we had lots of time so we were going
to try everything on in those dressing rooms with no doors. We
might as well plan on it right now.

He went on to say that on Monday mom was to drive me to my old
school and turn in my books and get my records and enroll me in
the school on this side of town. After that was taken care of we
could take care of notifying anyone that needed to be notified of
our new address. The last thing we would need to do is go grocery
shopping. Larry would provide my mom with a credit card and a car
to use.

I asked him about extracurricular activities. I was in several
after school clubs and I was a cheerleader. I knew that it would
be too late to get into cheerleading unless I got lucky and one
of the girls broke a leg or something, but there were several
other clubs that I belonged to and enjoyed.

He thought about it for a minute and then he said, "See what is
available and we'll talk about it later."

I nodded and finished off my glass of wine. Larry poured another
round for the four of us and we sat in the dark and sipped our
wine. No one spoke for a long time and it was almost restful
sitting there in the pleasant evening air. I imagine that two
glasses of wine had a lot to do with that.

When the wine was finally gone Larry stood up and pulled my chair
out and helped me to my feet. He led me over to the cushion from
the lounge chair that I had performed my first four blowjobs on a
little earlier and helped me to lie down on my back.

I wondered at first if he had decided to go ahead and take my
virginity after all. I very quickly learned that was not the
plan, and I would have much preferred losing my virginity to what
he had on his mind.

He left me lying there and went over and helped my mother to her
feet and guided her over to me. He pushed her to her knees
between my legs and forced her head down and when she started to
balk he said sternly, "Don't you dare say no to me you stupid
bitch or all bets are off!"

I saw my mother start to cry again and for some reason I didn't
realize at first what was going on. When it finally dawned on me
I just lay my head down on the cushion and closed my eyes and
covered my face with my hands and tried not to think about it.
What he was making us do now was just too horrible to
contemplate. 

I felt my mother's hair on my thighs as her head dipped lower and
then I felt her warm breath on my vagina. It was horrible. But,
and I hope it was because of the wine, when her lips and her
tongue came into contact with my pussy I gasped and my ass came
right up off the cushion!

I had never felt anything like it! I had masturbated from time to
time over the last couple of years. And over the hours that I had
been molested around this pool today I had been groped by all
four of these males, not to mention a simulated fuck from Kevin.


Nothing had prepared me for the sensations that I got from my
mother's tongue invading my pussy and moving over my clit. I
started out moaning quietly and struggling to keep my hips still.
As I quickly became aroused and began to lose control I was
getting louder and louder and I wasn't even aware of what was
going on when Larry made my mother turn around and lower her
pussy to my mouth. 

She never stopped what she was doing. She continued to lick my
pussy while she swung her body around and I didn't have a clue
until I felt her damp pussy pressing against my lips. By that
time I was lost in a sexual haze and I can't say for sure whether
I knew what was going on or not. I want to believe that I didn't.
I want to believe that I had no idea that I was licking my
mother's pussy eagerly and sucking on it and wrapping my hands
around her and clasping her ass and pulling her even tighter
against my eager mouth. 

I slowed down as orgasm after orgasm washed over me, but I didn't
stop. I became aware that she was cumming too and that just made
it all the more exciting. I don't know how long it lasted, how
long we ate each other like that or how many orgasms we had. It
seemed to go on and on for a very long time. We were finally
interrupted when they pulled my mother off of me and I was moved
out of the way. Mom was placed on the cushion on her hands and
knees and Larry fucked her violently while Chase began trying to
force his cock down her throat the way he had earlier with me. 

I didn't get to see if he succeeded though. I was placed on my
back on another cushion nearby and Brad knelt over my head and
placed his cock to my lips. I felt him wiping my pussy off with
his hand while I started sucking his cock. But he wasn't going to
let me suck him off this time. 

He leaned down and rested his full weight on my body and began to
lick my pussy while he fucked my mouth just the way Larry was
fucking my mother's pussy. It was violent and painful, but I had
had a lot of experience today and I was able to tolerate it. I
was in much too much distress to enjoy what he was doing with his
tongue though. It was his first time eating pussy, but that
wouldn't have mattered. The way he battered at my throat made it
impossible for me to enjoy anything he did.

He enjoyed it though. He enjoyed it so much that he came very
quickly. This time he didn't come in my mouth. He slammed his
cock into my throat one last time and I felt him tense up and I
knew that he was cumming. 

He collapsed on top of me after he came and stayed that way as
his cock went soft and receded from my throat. It was a strange
sensation, but I was busy trying to breathe with his weight
resting on my chest and stomach. 

He finally struggled to his knees and after wiping his cock on my
face a few times he moved away and sat in a nearby chair while
Kevin took his turn. 

Kevin had something else in mind though. He straddled me and
began rubbing his hard cock between my breasts. He pressed my
breasts together around his cock and sawed his cock back and
forth. My breasts weren't really big enough for that, they were
just barely a B cup. He seemed to be enjoying it though. 

After taking several strokes that way he backed up and bent down
and spit on my chest between my breasts. Then he got back into
position and this time he made me hold my own breasts together
while he fucked them.

He leaned over on his arms with his head almost over mine and
stared down at his cock moving in and out of my just barely
adequate cleavage and soon he sped up and I was startled when two
strings of hot, slimy cum shot out and landed in my face. A
couple more drops landed on my neck and finally he slowed down
and gradually stopped moving.

He stared down at me, enjoying the sight of his cum decorating my
face and then he sat up and used his finger to scoop his cum up
and shovel it into my mouth. I ate it without protest and then I
sucked his finger clean. Just before he got up he leaned his hips
forward and I sucked his cock clean and then he stood up at
last.

I was freed just in time to watch Larry grab my mother's hair and
pull her around and force his slimy cock into her mouth. She
gagged a couple of times but finally she managed to suck his cock
clean. 

Everyone had finally had enough and Larry ordered us all to our
rooms. He told his boys to leave me alone tonight and I was
grateful for that. Mom wasn't as lucky. She didn't have a room of
her own. She had to sleep with Larry.

I collected the wine glasses and the empty bottle and put them in
the kitchen and then I went to my room. I had planned on taking a
quick shower and brushing my teeth for an hour or so. Chase had a
different idea. He stopped at my door and ordered me not to wash
or brush my teeth until morning. He wanted me to get used to the
smell and the taste of cum.

It was disgusting, but not as bad as he probably imagined. I felt
dirty. I was dirty. I was sweaty too. But while I had the taste
of cum in my mouth, the wine almost overpowered it. And there was
only the faintest smell of cum. Kevin had done a thorough job of
scooping it into my mouth and making me swallow it. 

I felt nasty. Hell, I was nasty! I was exhausted though and still
a bit tipsy and I fell asleep almost immediately, despite all of
the horrible things that had happened to me today.

I didn't wake up until I felt someone shaking me in the morning.
I finally opened my eyes and saw Brad standing beside my bed. It
took a minute for everything that had happened yesterday to come
flooding back into my consciousness. My first reaction was that
there was a boy in my room and I was naked. The reality of my
situation quickly returned and I remembered everything that I had
done, or had done to me yesterday. Brad told me to get up and
pulled the covers back. 

I was embarrassed all over again, even though I had spent all
yesterday afternoon exposed to him. I kept my legs together and
sat up in bed and put my feet on the floor. While I was sitting
there trying to pull myself together he unbuckled his pants and
slipped them down and sat on my bed. He said, "Let's see if you
remember what you learned yesterday."

I stared at him blankly for a moment before I realized what he
was saying. He wanted me to suck his cock! "Oh goody," I thought
facetiously, "cum for breakfast!"

I didn't say anything though. I dropped to my knees on the deep,
soft carpet and moved between his legs. He watched me as I
repeated the process I had been taught yesterday. I kissed his
cock and his balls and licked them all over and then I took them
into my mouth and started sucking.

I was surprised that my throat was nearly fully recovered from
the abuse of those oral assaults. It was tender, but not really
sore. Brad watched me until I took his cock into my throat and
then he laid back on my bed and muttered, "Oh fuck that feels
good!"

While I was sucking him I was aware of someone coming into my
room behind me. I felt a hand on my ass and then it moved between
my legs. I didn't know who it was until I heard Chase say, "Damn
Brad, I don't know if I can have this cunt around for two years
and not fuck her."

I felt his finger moving up and down over my slit and then
sliding into me as I sucked off his brother and I was beginning
to think it would be hard for me as well. As soon as I realized
what I was thinking I slapped myself mentally and tried to
concentrate on Brad's cock. 

While I was sucking on Brad, Chase took his shorts off and I felt
him move behind me and slide his cock between my legs just like
Kevin had done last night. His cock was much larger and it felt
very good sliding over my slit. 

He bent over me and slowly slid his cock through my crease as he
held one of my tits in each hand and gently pulled and squeezed
at them and I was dismayed to realize how badly I actually wanted
that cock inside of me. It didn't seem fair that I was doing all
of this work and providing these boys with orgasm after orgasm
and they were teasing my pussy for hours on end. But I was
getting to enjoy only a rare orgasm at their hands. 

I suddenly remembered my last orgasms yesterday and I shuddered
in revulsion. I had eaten my mother's pussy! I had been tipsy and
I had been forced, but we had eaten each other through a series
of wonderful orgasms, all for their amusement. When it was over
we had to service them one last time. It had certainly been good
for them. I don't know about my mother, but they had been pretty
rough on me as I recall.

My mind was suddenly returned to the present when I felt Brad
start to fill my mouth with cum. I held the head of his cock in
my mouth and used my hand to finish him off the way I had been
taught yesterday. He must have recuperated fully overnight
because it was a pretty big mouthful by the time he finished. 

I lifted my head and swallowed it all down. It seemed to be
getting easier each time I had to swallow a mouthful of a boy's
cum. The first few had been pretty traumatic. Now, only one day
later, I was swallowing like I had been doing it for ages. It
seemed like I had too.

Chase was still sawing his cock in and out of the space between
my thighs. His cock was very hard and it felt really good against
my shaved slit. I rested my head in Brad's lap and enjoyed the
sensations as his cock rubbed against me.

Chase could see that he was affecting me. He said, "You like that
don't you cunt? You are getting turned on. You wish I would put
that hard cock in your pussy and fuck you don't you? You would
love to be fucked right this minute, wouldn't you?"

I didn't see any point in lying. I moaned involuntarily and then
I said quietly, "Yes. I do like it. I would like to get fucked.
I'm fucking human! What do you expect?"

Brad had propped himself up on his elbows and was watching Chase
torment me with his cock and he said in a warning voice, "Chase,
you know dad will kill you if you pop that bitch's cherry."

Chase groaned and said, "Yeah, I know. But Christ that feels
good! I wonder how her ass would feel if I plowed my cock into it
right now?"

Brad chuckled and said, "I don't see why we couldn't grease her
up and fuck her ass. But don't do it while dad is home, not
unless you ask him first. If she starts screaming and he comes
running in to see what's going on he won't just beat your ass,
he'll take away your fucking driver's license."

I was just about to have an orgasm when Chase stopped what he was
doing and moved quickly to sit on my bed. He pulled my head over
to his lap and then watched as I licked my juices off of his cock
and he said, "Look at all that slime sis. Your pussy is just
drooling for a cock. Poor baby, you want to get fucked so badly.
All this cock around and all you can do is suck it off. You'd
love to crawl up over me and sink that cunt down on my hard cock
right now, wouldn't you?"

I groaned around his cock as I sucked it down into my throat. I
hated to admit it, but he was right. Being this turned on made it
easier to suck their cocks. But I was getting very frustrated.
The trouble is, when the arousal went away I was more humiliated
than ever because I had let them get to me.

Chase didn't last long. After watching me suck his cock for a few
minutes he laid back and enjoyed what I was doing. I was getting
much better at recognizing the signals. I soon sensed that he was
about to cum and I finished him off with my hand.  After I
swallowed he told me to go take a shower and go downstairs.
Everyone else was in the kitchen.

I got up and went to my bathroom. I had to pee urgently and I
rushed to the toilet and sat down just in time. I had to pee so
bad that when I looked up and saw Brad watching from the doorway
I just ignored him. What the hell. It was just one more
humiliation in what was becoming a life of humiliation.

Brad saw how embarrassed I was and he grinned and came closer. He
pushed my legs apart and stared at the stream of urine flowing
out of me. He watched until I finished and had wiped myself and
he said, "No question about it. Guys have it all over girls when
it comes to taking a leak."

I had never actually seen a boy pee but I wasn't that stupid. I
knew how they did it. I had to agree, it seemed like it was a lot
more convenient for them. I was about to get an education on the
subject though. 

I watched as he pulled out his cock and I stood up quickly as he
approached my toilet. He reached down and lifted the seat,
thankfully, and then he grabbed my hand and wrapped it around his
cock and made me hold it while he pissed. 

Actually, I was so curious I wasn't even embarrassed. I had been
more embarrassed when he was watching me. I saw the first weak
stream start and then it grew quickly to a strong stream
splashing loudly into the toilet water. I could actually feel the
vibration of the pee flowing through his penis! It was kind of
messy, the drops kept splashing up out of the toilet onto the
sides of the bowl, but I had to admit, it was pretty convenient.


When he was done he just shook it off a little and stuck it back
in his pants! No wonder there was always a line for the ladies
rooms but the guys were in and out in about two minutes! 

Brad turned around and left, without washing his hands, and I
used some toilet paper to clean off the sides of the toilet and
then flushed it. I took a quick shower and went downstairs. It
was getting late and I was afraid that Larry was going to be
upset.

When I got to the kitchen my mother was just pouring Larry and
Chase fresh cups of coffee. Larry looked up and smiled and said,
"I guess I don't have to ask what took you so long. Brad and
Chase are keeping you pretty busy, aren't they?"

It was bad enough that I had to do it. I didn't want to talk
about it. I blushed and nodded and asked if I could have a glass
of juice. My mother got it for me and then we all sat down. 

I could see that everyone had already eaten, but I wasn't hungry.
I sipped at my juice and avoided looking at anyone. My mother sat
down and sipped at a cup of coffee. Before long