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 Jo's Fall from Grace (m+F,MF,inc,preg) by Art West
(artweststory@SPAMGO.yahoo.co.uk)

   CHAPTER 1: Blackmailed and Raped

   18-Year old Joanne (or Jo) Steen, two months short of her 19th birthday,
sighed as she settled into the bus seat at the start of 18 hour Friday
night bus ride, with a midnight change needed in 6 hours time, reaching her
home town only around midday Saturday.  Maybe it had not been such a good
idea to attend college so far from home when she had such a fear of flying.

   She had chosen the small conservative college rather than those nearer
home, because she thought the more local institutions were too liberal and
encouraged immoral behaviour that violated her religious principles as a
born again happy clappy Christian.  She strongly believed that all sex and
even serious petting outside of marriage was sinful.

   But it had been a disappointing year.  Not academically (as she had
achieved straight As), or athletically where she had been on the college
swimming and water polo teams.  In fact, she had delayed her return home in
order to participate in regional water polo championships.  The
disappointment was that in spite of the strict rules, the other five girls
in her small dormitory complex were total sluts, always sneaking boys in at
all hours.  When she remonstrated with them they laughed and told her not
to be such a prude.  When she threatened to report them she was warned
she'd be ostracised across campus.

   Furthermore, the local student church was rather formal, without the
excitement of her community church back home.

   Because of the travel complications due to her fear of flying, Jo had
only been home once during the year, for about three weeks during the
winter break.

   But now she was on her way home for more than two months.  She sighed
again, more in contentment now, as she thought about attending her church
this coming Sunday, and seeing Pastor Ernest and his wife Joyce.  She
smiled to herself as she thought also of her 'little' brother Jason.  How
she loved to tease him and easily hold him at arm's length when he tried to
retaliate.  Of course, he was nearly 16 now.  He had been away during her
winter break, and she had not seen him for nearly a year.  Her mother had
told Jo that Jason had grown a lot over the year and was not much shorter
than their 6 foot 2 inch father, Dutch-born Frank Steen.  That would make
Jason taller than Jo's 5 foot 9.  Both Jo and Jason had inherited their
father's large athletic build and dark complexions, in contrast to their
petite blonde 5 foot 2 inch mother, Shelly.

   Jo sometimes wished she had inherited more from her mother!  In
particular, she didn't like her heavy D-cup breasts which interfered with
her swimming and which had led to ribald comments from boys ever since she
was about 14.

   * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * The bus arrived at their
home town terminal about 15 minutes late.  As Jo collected her bags, she
looked around and could not immediately see her mother who was to pick her
up.  Then she heard her name called, and as she turned, her jaw dropped.

   Shelly, who had just passed her 42nd birthday, had cut her blonde hair
close to her scalp.  She was wearing a short strappy top that left her
belly naked, and a VERY short hipster skirt.  High-heeled sandals completed
her outfit.  She looked hardly more than in her early 20s, and certainly
not the mother of a nearly 19 year old daughter.

   Jo was painfully and embarrassingly aware of male eyes following the two
of them, and conscious that these eyes were focussed on her mom.  In fact,
Jo in her comfortable jeans and baggy top, looked downright dowdy in
comparison with her mother.

   Once settled in the car and on the road, Shelly patted her daughter's
thigh and asked: "Well, have you a found a boy to talk his way into your
panties, or are you still protecting your precious virginity?"

   Jo was shocked: "Mom!  How can you say things like that?  I know you
don't attend church as I do, but surely you must respect my vows of
remaining chaste for my wedding day!"

   Shelly laughed.  "Lighten up, darling!  You'd be more relaxed and have a
richer social life if you put out a bit!"

   Huffily, Jo responded: "I'm not going to make a whore of myself and risk
my eternal soul just for a 'social life'.  And in any case, I am perfectly
happy with my church social life." And yet, something primeval in her belly
made Jo's nipples tauten and her pussy lubricate.  Much to her dismay, she
had been increasingly having such reactions when others discussed sex, and
especially when she heard her dormitory mates making out with the boys they
had sneaked in.
But: "I'm just teasing" said her mom in conciliatory tone.
Shelly told Jo that her Dad Frank and brother Jason were at a schools
water polo tournament, and would only be back much later in the afternoon,

so that they could continue their mother-daughter chat after lunch.

   Once home, Jo went to shower and change while Shelly prepared a light
lunch.  Jo changed into a cooler outfit of shorts and a cotton top, but she
was still over-dressed in comparison to Shelley.  At this point, Jo had
another shock!

   As Shelly leaned over the coffee table to pour drinks, Jo gasped.  Her
mother was braless, and Jo found herself looking at her mom's naked tits.
She quickly tried to avert her eyes in embarrassment, but then gasped again
more loudly.

   "MOM!!!!".  She had just noticed that Shelly had a tattoo of a wreath of
roses circling her left nipple.  "What have you done??!!"

   Shelly grinned.  "Do you mean my art work?  Your father and brother and
all my friends love it.  Here, have a good look." And with that she pulled
up the top to reveal her petite and perky breasts to her daughter.

   Jo blushed and didn't know where to look ... And then suffered yet
another shock.  Apart from the tattoo, there were rings in her mom's
nipples.

   "MOM!!!!" she shrieked this time.  "WHAT HAVE YOU DONE?  Who did you
have do it?  People will think you're a whore."

   "People can think what they like.  I'm not in the first flush of youth
any more, and a little bit of advertising attracts the male attention which
I love.  And you dad gets a kick out of men ogling my body!"

   Jo was flabbergasted and could think of nothing to say, so mother and
daughter sat in silence for quite a while until Frank and Jason arrived
back.  Jo hugged her dad and brother warmly, but was a little embarrassed
at Jason's lack of dress.  He wore only a skimpy speedo, and she was only
too conscious that it was not only in height and breadth of shoulders that
her brother had grown - his penis and testicles were clearly outlined and
she could feel the outline against her belly as they hugged.

   * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * Shelly and Frank told the kids
that they were going to a party that night, and that they should not wait
up.  Jo's eyes popped at her mother's outfit, which was a halter-necked
black cocktail dress with cleavage down to her navel in front, and cut so
low at the back that the start of her nether cleavage was also visible.

   As their parents left, Jason turned to his sister: "So what do you think
of mom and dad's new image as real swingers?  I'd love to be a fly on the
wall at their party ... I'm sure there'll be some real hot action!"

   "JASON!" gasped Jo.  "You don't know what you're saying.  You can't talk
of mom and dad in that way!"

   "I'm not a baby - I know exactly what I'm saying!  I found some photos
on dad's computer (even though he had tried to hide and encrypt the files)
which show mom dancing naked with two different but equally naked men!  And
if she goes that far, she'll surely end up screwing them with dad's full
knowledge."

   "That's disgusting!  I don't believe you!  You're making up sick and
disgusting stories.  Why are you doing this?" squealed Jo and ran to her
bedroom, locking the door.  But throughout that night she could not get
images out of her mind of her naked mother displaying her tattoo and nipple
rings to strange men.  And to Jo's dismay, in these images it became her
and not her mom dancing naked in public ...  and to her self-disgust, these
thoughts made her nipples harden and her pussy juices run.

   She had a restless night, hearing her parents return around 6am.  A
couple of hours later, she rose and prepared for church, leaving everyone
else asleep in the house.  At least there she could find sanity and
comfort. But even this brought disillusionment as so much had changed. 
Sure, Pastor Ernest and his wife welcomed her warmly, as did many of the
stalwarts of the church.  She was even asked if she could work in the
church office for the next few weeks and she agreed with enthusiasm.

   But there seemed far fewer young people of her own age.  She was
startled also to meet three of the little girls from the first sunday
school class she had started teaching three years earlier.  They had been
10 year olds then but were now young teens, and were wearing outfits that
were much too skimpy for church!  What was happening to the world?  One of
the girls particularly, Janice by name, had developed substantial curves
which she unashamedly displayed as she flirted with older boys.  In a few
years she may well be seen as overweight, but for now her titties were
clearly attracting the attention of boys and men.  Jo wished she knew how
to take her to task.

   - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - -

   But Janice was soon to affect Jo's life more than she could have
imagined.  During the next week, Jo worked full days at the church office.
But on the Friday, the office closed at 11am because of a conference to
which Pastor Ernest and others needed to go.

   As Jo reached home and went inside, she heard a lot of giggling and
shrieking from the pool area.  She peaked through a window and was shocked
to see her former sunday school pupil Janice, wearing an unbelievably
skimpy bikini, being chased round the pool by Jason and three of his
friends.  She recognized two of his friends as Simon and Larry (the latter
a coal-black guy of West Indian origin).  Joe did not recognize the fourth
boy, shorter than the other three and with a strongly latin-type look ...
She was later to discover his name to be Gustavo.

   Jo watched in fascinated horror as the boys wrestled with Janice,
grabbing handfuls of her tits and buttocks ... but she just shrieked all
the more loudly.

   Jo could not think later why she did it, but she pulled out the digital
camera (with strong optical zoom for her bird-watching) that she had in her
bag.  She then slipped into the ground floor guest suite that had a clear
view of the pool area, but was in sufficient darkness that she would not be
seen by those outside.

   Her fist picture was of Jason managing to remove Janice's bikini top to
cheers of the boys and more shrieks from Janice.  She made a futile gesture
to cover her tits as she grabbed for her top, but Jason threw it to one of
his friends.  For the next few minutes, Jo took a number of shots of a
topless Janice lunging for one boy after the other.

   Then Jason's friend Simon grabbed Janice from behind and his hands
openly grasped her breasts.  He wrestled her to the ground and another of
Jason's friends (Larry) pulled her bikini bottoms down to her ankles.  As
she tried to break free, she fell over with her legs spread widely and
obscenely, revealing her pussy to all four boys and to Jo's camera.  Her
bikini bottom was pulled off and both that and her top were thrown into the
pool.  The boys grabbed Janice and tossed her naked body to join her
swimsuit in the pool.  Then at a gesture from Jason, all four boys pulled
off their speedos to reveal rampant erections, and dived in.

   They chased Janice round the pool, and every time she tried to get out
with her bikini they would grab her and pull her back.  Hands took many
liberties with her body, and it was clear to Jo that when Janice was pulled
back, hard penises were rubbing against her.

   Jo had been shooting many pictures, but suddenly it occurred to her that
she had a responsibility to put a stop to these activities before Janice
got into serious trouble.  She was after all hardly more than an innocent
child even though her body was well-developed.

   Jo slipped the camera into her bag, left the guest room, and with
determination marched through the living room and out on to the pool area.

   "JASON!!!  JANICE!!!  What do you think you're up to.  Get out and get
dressed this moment!"

   Janice shrieked and almost flew out of the pool, grabbing her clothes
and dashing round the corner of the house.  Jason was unperturbed and
pulled himself out of the pull right in front of Jo, making no attempt to
cover himself.

   He grinned cheekily: "Hi Jo.  You're back early.  Come on.  Strip off
and join us, the water's great!" His friends had by now emerged and were in
no hurry to don their swim suits, so that Jo faced 4 semi-erect penises
pointing her way.  She did not know where to look, and responded
aggressively.

   "You boys are in BIG trouble, exposing yourselves to a minor, and even
worse fondling her private parts.  You can be sure I'll tell mom and dad -
you'll be grounded for the summer at very least!"

   Jason laughed openly: "Do you really think our swinging parents are
going to be bothered by our little bit of skinny dipping?  You really
haven't got it yet have you!"

   Jo had no answer, and stormed off indoors and up to her room, where she
stayed in a state of confusion for some hours until she knew her mom and
dad were back.  She then went down to confront them.

   "Mom.  Dad.  I would not usually carry stories to you about my brother,
but this serious.  Jason and his friends Simon, Larry and Gustavo had 13
year old Janice here.  They forcibly stripped her, chased her round the
pool, fondled her all over.  Then they exposed themselves and rubbed their
penises against her."

   Frank and Shelly had faint smiles.  Shelly responded: "You say
`forcibly'.  Was she resisting, fighting back?  Did she seem traumatized?
Or was it all just a bit of horseplay?"

   "I assure you, Janice loves to play around in the nude!" interjected
Jason.

   Jo was aghast: "MOM!  She is only 13, well below the age of consent. 
How do you know what trauma or psychological damage the experience will
bring her?"

   Frank had his say: "If it comes to that, Jason and his friends are also
`below the age of consent'!  And from what you say, there was no actual
sex, just a bit of horseplay.  So it seems to me that it was no more than a
group of young teenagers experimenting a little.  No point in
over-reacting."

   Shelly took up the theme: "Jo, darling, maybe if you had `experimented'
a little at that age you'd be less uptight and inhibited now!"

   "I can't believe you" gasped Joanne.  "How can you allow such sinful
immoral behaviour especially amongst impressionable teens who'll be
corrupted for life." Now almost in tears she went on: "I'll pray for you
that you change your ways before you burn in hell".

   Now fully in tears, Jo ran out of the room.  She grabbed something to
eat from the kitchen and then locked herself in her room.

   She copied the pictures from her camera on to her computer, and looked
at them again.  She was amazed that little Janice, in spite of her
protestations looked as if she enjoyed exposing herself and the attention
of the boys.  How could she?  And yet as Jo looked at the photos she
imagined herself naked in front of a group of boys - with their rigid
organs pointing at her.  And a strange shudder went through her body.  She
was dismayed to feel her nipples harden and her pussy tingle in arousal. 
Her body was betraying her mind and soul and she quickly exited the photo
viewer.

   Through Saturday, Jo agonized over what she should do.  She had to save
Janice from herself, but how?  During church on Sunday she came to a
decision.  Back home, she checked her address book and found that she still
had an email address for Janice's parents.  She created an anonymous yahoo
account, and then composed a mail: "You won't know who I am.  But I felt I
had to tell you that your daughter Janice has been indulging in sex games
with boys at the home of the Steen's.  I don't think she has had full
sexual relations yet, but I feel obliged to bring this to your attention,
for action before she gets further trapped in immoral behaviour.  Yours in
Jesus Christ, A Friend".  She then selected 6 photos, attached them and hit
send.

   For some hours she left the connection open in case there was a reply,
but there was none.  During this time she alternated between fantasies of
herself playing naked games, doubts as to whether she had done the right
thing, and a conviction that she was obliged to act.  Eventually she went
to bed, but had a restless night as the same thoughts continued.

   During the next day at the church office, she sneaked occasional looks
at the yahoo mail, but no answer.  That evening, supper was a quiet tense
affair, but clearly there had been no contact from Janice's family.

   Jo was beginning to wonder whether Janice's folks also laughed the
events off as teenage horseplay, when just after 8pm the phone rang.  They
were all in the living room and heard Frank answering: "Yes, speaking ...
Oh ... well kids today!  ... No I'm not laughing it off, but one should not
overreact ... I see ... Oh ... Yes certainly, I and my wife will talk to
him ... Goodnight"

   He returned from the phone, and spoke to Jason: "Hell, you and your
mates are in trouble.  That was Janice's mom, and she's threatening all
sort of action unless I discipline you.  Someone has managed to get some
photos of your shenanigans and has sent them to her.  Janice is being
packed off to an aunt in the country and will be sent to a girls only
convent boarding school after the summer".

   Jason was aghast!  "Janice will hate that!  She hates her maiden aunt,
and she'll just die at a convent school." He turned to his sister: "You
repressed interfering bitch.  You've ruined her life.  We'll make you pay
somehow!"

   "You don't know that Jo was the one" said his mother gently, but added
nothing else indicating by silence that she too knew it had been Jo.

   "Well, whatever, if anyone asks, I have seriously disciplined you.  Cut
your allowance, grounded you or something" said his father with a smile
round the edges of his mouth.

   The rest of the meal was in silence, and Jo immediately went back to her
room, not able to face the clear disapproval of her family.

   She tried to go to bed early, but couldn't sleep.  Around midnight she
went to the bathroom to get an aspirin.  She heard murmurs from her
parent's room, and something made her listen at the door, and was
devastated by what she heard.

   "So do you think Jo sent that message" (her father).

   "Who else?  Where did we find this prim repressed daughter?"

   "Yes, it's strange.  You and I have such strong and adventurous sex
drives and Jason seems to have inherited this drive.  Where does Jo come
from?"

   Jo heard her mother's voice: "I think she does have the same drive
there. There are times when I see a fire not far below the surface.  It's
this happy clappy crowd who have forced her to repress it.  She needs a
good solid rape and it'll come to the surface.  Let's drop a hint to Jason
and his friends that we'll look the other way!"

   "Perhaps I can help?" said her dad.  To her disgust she heard the two of
them dissolve into giggles, and her mother's voice: "Yes, I know how you've
lusted after your not-so-little girl".

   In horror and disgust, Jo slipped back to her room.  How could her
parents even think such things?  She hardly slept that night.

   Jo went early to the church office the next morning, and stayed out
late. She could not face the family.

   Wednesday she had the day off, and was relieved to find that Jason was
to spend all day at some big sports event, and that her mother would be out
as well, so she'd be on her own.

   It was a warm day, and Jo thought she would relax at the pool.  When
looking for her swimsuit, she came upon a two-piece she had bought two
years previously at a phase of trying to be more daring.  It was too modest
to be called a bikini, but revealed more skin than her other suits. 
Something made her pull the two-piece out.  When trying it on, she realized
that her boobs had grown quite a bit, so that the top was rather tight, and
showed more cleavage than she had originally intended.  Nevertheless, on a
whim she decided to go out to the pool in it.

   She lay on a lounger, planning to read for a while.  She immediately
felt uncomfortable as the rather too-small top of her swim suit dug into
her now more developed breasts.  She reached back and loosened the catch.
Ah that was easier.  Then another whim took her, and she removed the top
completely, seeking to experience how the sun felt on her bare top.  It
felt more pleasant than she thought.  At the same time, she remembered
again little Janice exposing herself and Jo imagined boys gazing at her
naked tits.  Almost unconsciously, her hand moved to her breast and she
tweaked her large nipple which instantly hardened increasing her pleasure.
Her other hand came up to give equal pleasure to the other tit.

   She felt so relaxed that she dozed off in the sun ... totally unaware of
4 pairs of eyes watching her.  Jason and his friends Simon, Larry and
Gustavo had returned to the house and were watching Jo and leering at her
mammoth tits.  Gustavo was a skilled photographer, and was taking a series
of high resolution pictures on his state-of-the-art digital camera,
capturing a topless Jo, with a blissful look on her face, teasing her
nipples.

   Jason whispered to the others to keep quiet and out of sight while he
went to another room.  He returned with four nylon ropes, tent pegs and a
mallet.  He whispered instructions, and then at a signal they all rushed
out.  Before Jo could react, two had hold of her arms and the other two her
legs.  Loops of rope went round each wrist and each ankle, and the ropes
were fastened to the pegs which were hammered solidly into the ground.

   Jo was helpless and embarrassed in her topless state.  She struggled in
vain.  "You little bastards.  Let me go.  Now you'll get into big trouble".

   Jason was unperturbed: "Tut, tut.  What language from a born again
Christian!  You've got rid of our female playmate, so we need another."

   Jo's legs were now lewdly splayed to the extent that the outline of her
pussy lips was visible, while strands of pubic hair escaped on both sides.
Gustavo's camera continued clicking away in spite of her struggles.  Jason
told her: "Struggle as much as you like.  Gustavo's a photo-shop wizard ...
the pictures won't show the ropes and you'll look as if you're enjoying
yourself!"

   "We need her nude" said Gustavo.

   Jason and Larry grabbed a leg each, and held fast as they loosened the
rope.  They pulled her legs together and slid the bikini bottoms down both
legs.  As soon as they had the bottoms off, they secured both legs as
before, widely splayed and now revealing a gaping and hairy pussy.

   The camera captured the male hands pulling down her bottoms, seemingly
without resistance.  Fingers of the same hands played with her pussy and
rubbed her clit.  Against her will, Jo became physically aroused, and
eventually reached a full orgasm to her great embarrassment.

   At this point, Jason and Simon pulled down their shorts, and stood on
either side of Jo, rubbing their cocks against her face.  Any attempt she
made to move away from one made her face bump against the other.  Jason
loosened one of her wrists, and grasped her hand firmly.  He managed to
curl it around his cock and moved her hand up and down in a masturbatory
action.  He held her nose until she opened her mouth and he popped the head
of his prick between her lips.

   Simon in the meantime was jacking off.  More or less simultaneously, he
and Jason came, spurting their gooey cum all over Jo's face.  Once he was
done, Jason signalled to Larry to take his place holding her hand round his
cock.  Jason then took the camera from Gustavo and gestured to him to take
Simon's place.  Five minutes later, two more copious teenage loads
spattered across Jo's face and ran down her chin to drip on to her tits.

   Fastening Jo's wrist again he warned her: "This is the first, but
definitely not the last time we'll play together.  If I were you, I would
not say anything until you seen Gustavo's photo's.  They will be quite
incriminating - for you - and we will happily share them with others unless
you cooperate with us in future."

   The boys picked up their goods, and threw Jo's swim suit into the pool.
Just before they left, Jason untied one wrist and left her to extricate
herself.

   Jo felt dirty and violated by the four loads of cum covering her face
and tits, and yet strangely aroused by the experience.  She dived into the
pool and tried to rinse the worst off as she retrieved her swim suit.  Then
it was upstairs for a long hot shower.

   - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - Jo stayed in her room most of
the day, joining the family briefly for supper, very conscious of the smirk
on Jason's face.  She excused herself as soon as possible, but on her way
out Jason whispered to her: "You'll get an interesting email in the next
hour or so - you won't want to miss it".

   Back in her room, she turned her laptop on.  She tried to read but kept
glancing at the computer screen.  Then at 9, there was a beep.  A brief
message from Gustavo's email, but signed with all four boys' names just
said: "Enjoy the attached powerpoint show.  We have.  And we think some of
the following people might enjoy it as well.  Or perhaps we can just post
them on the web with your email address.  You'd better be very nice to us
in future.  Gustavo would like to take more pictures." Then followed a list
of email addresses, obviously copied from her address book - the pastor and
his wife, other church people, her parents and some aunts and uncles,
college friends.  Jo went cold as she opened the attachment.
She could hardly believe her eyes.  The first few showed her sunbathing
topless and playing with herself in obvious enjoyment.  Then her legs
spread apart - with the pubic hair (to her eyes) obscenely displayed. 
Boy's hands pulling off her bottoms, seemingly without resistance and with
a blissfully dreamy look on her face.  (How did Gustavo get that right?)
Then, her wanking on boys' cocks until they sprayed over her, once more to
her seeming enjoyment.  The last picture, taken just after her wrist had
been untied seemed to show her playing with her hairy pussy as the cum

dripped down her face on to her tits.

   Jo was horrified.  NO, they wouldn't send this pornographic show to
others - would they?  - And she realized the little bastards probably would
... what could she do?

   - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - -- - She made sure she left early for the
church office the next morning - before Jason was up.  But she could not
concentrate on her work.  She left it late to go home so that her parents
would be there before her.  As she arrived, however, Jason and his three
friends came out of the house.  They crowded round her and tried to feel
her tits.  "Come round to Simon's house tonight - his folks will be out and
you can show us your titties and pussy while you wank us off" said Larry.
"Gustavo can take some more pictures."

   Gustavo added: "I'd like to get some of you sucking off the guys -
that's always popular on the web."

   "Get away from me you disgusting perverts.  You irritating little
delinquents." And she pushed her way through them and dashed into the
house.

   A few minutes later, her brother walked into her room with knocking.

   "Get out" she hissed at him, not wanting to alert her parents.

   He ignored her.  "You were very rude to my friends.  That's not good. 
They want to send out the pictures right now, but I convinced them to give
you one more chance.  But the next time you had better do what they say. 
And there will be more photographs".

   Jo had a sleepless night.  Her emotions see-sawed between fear and
horror at what the boys might do to her.  Would she have to suck their
cocks?  She had heard of girls doing this to their boyfriends but it
sounded so disgusting.  But then she would remember the desirous lusting
looks of the boys as they looked at her naked body, and the obvious
excitement felt by Janice as she exposed herself, and at these memories Jo
felt her vagina juicing up and her nipples hardening.

   The following day followed a similar pattern.  But when she let herself
into the house, she found her mother obviously dressed to go out for a
party.  She was wearing an unbelievably short skirt and a loose crop top
that ended only a couple of inches below her breasts.  Shelly greeted her:
"Hi darling.  Glad you're back.  I forgot to tell you that I and dad are
going to an all night party, and we're going any minute.  Can you organize
supper for yourself and Jason?  Just order in pizzas; we'll refund you
later.  If you need anything else, take my car down to the shopping centre
and use your credit card."

   Jo was a little apprehensive at being left alone with her brother, but
felt she could not refuse and nodded agreement.

   Then just as Shelly and Frank were on the point of leaving, the doorbell
rang.  Jason rushed passed, saying "That's Simon, Larry and Gustavo", and
Jo's heart froze in horror.

   Shelly apologized: "Oh, I forgot, I told Jason he could have his friends
over for the weekend, as they are going on that school group hike leaving
Sunday afternoon ... just get enough pizzas etc for them and I'll refund
you ... Bye now!"

   "No, mom, you can't leave me with them ...", but her mother was gone.

   She turned to face four smirking teenage boys.

   "Look, let's both forget what has happened.  I won't bother you and I'll
keep out of your way in my room.  You've had your fun ... just leave me
alone now"

   "Not a chance, my darling sister.  You still owe us a lot more fun.  But
first things first.  We'll get the pizzas later, but you need to get us
some other refreshment and entertainment downtown.  We'll come with you in
the car to make sure you get the right things."

   Jason looked his sister up and down, and then continued: "But we can't
go shopping with you in such fuddy-duddy clothes ... let's see what other
outfits you have."

   Larry and Simon took her arms, and all four boys marched her to her
bedroom.  Jason started rifling through her cupboards and drawers.  He
lifted out a tennis skirt in blue material and a pink t-shirt that was
really too small for Jo.  He also found a pair of high-heeled platform
sandals that she had purchased on a whim a year back, but had never worn.
"Put these on", he ordered, "and don't wear a bra"

   "I can't wear such an outfit in public", she wailed.

   "You'd better, as you don't want to annoy us again".

   "Well leave me to change" said Jo, remembering a light bra that at least
she'd be able to slip on.

   By her brother was wise to this: "Bad news, sis.  You change right here
as we watch.  After all we have seen it all before, haven't we?"

   And so almost in tears, Jo did as instructed, trying to minimize the
time her breasts were exposed.

   The first stop as instructed by Jason was the liquor store.  "Go and buy
two dozen beers for us, and then enough of whatever you drink to get
sloshed".  "But you boys are underage, and you know I don't drink alcohol
except occasional wine for dinner".

   "Well then you are going to break the law by serving us beers.  And you
are going to drink.  Get a large bottle of vodka, and enough mixers to help
you get it down.  And ask the assistant to help you bring it out to the car
where he will see there are 4 minors."

   The legal drinking age in this state is 18, so that Jo was allowed to
enter the store, although she was asked to produce her driver's licence. 
Her face was beet-red the whole time she was shopping, and was even more
embarrassed when the assistant helping her to load her purchases looked
strangely at the boys in the car.

   Jason then gave an address to Jo which she found to be a DVD store. 
"Now listen", instructed her brother, "this place sells XXX-rated DVDs, but
you have to ask for them at the counter.  Go in and get the two movies
written on this piece of paper."

   If Jo was embarrassed at the liquor store, this was ten times worse. 
The air-conditioning was quite cold, and she was conscious of her nipples
hardening and obvious through her tight t-shirt.  There was only a male
assistant, but Jo had to ask him for the DVDs as she would not be able to
go back to the boys empty-handed.  The assistant smirked broadly at her
requests, and openly ogled her chest and legs while he searched through the
racks.  To her dismay, Jo felt her nipple points erecting even further and
her pussy lubricating as her body reacted to the man's open admiration.

   Back at the house, she was ordered to open and serve the beers as
Gustavo took photographs of her corrupting minors.  Jason poured a 3-finger
shot of vodka, added the dry lemon she had bought, and made her down the
whole drink in one go.  Surprisingly to herself, she found the warm feeling
quite relaxing and she suddenly felt a little less apprehensive.  However,
Jason made her pour another stiff drink to follow on the first.

   "Right, now you can order our pizzas for delivery".

   Thirty minutes later when the pizzas arrived, Jo was on her third stiff
drink and was feeling quite light-headed.  She was sent to open the door.
To her further dismay, the delivery guy was Gavin who had been in her class
at school.  Like the man in the store, he could not take his eyes off her
bosom and legs; and as at the store she became aware of her physical
arousal and those nipple points once again showed prominently through her
tight top.

   Gavin stared at the empty beer bottles and the open vodka.  He made no
comment, but did take his time in unpacking the pizzas and counting out the
change.

   After eating the pizzas, and pouring another round of beers, and a large
vodka for Jo, the boys took their places on two couches and instructed her
to load the first DVD.  Gustavo took photos of her with the DVDs in hand,
clearly showing the title, and also of the title screen when it came up. 
She would be recorded for posterity playing and viewing porn.

   She was made to sit on the floor between Jason and Larry, finding it
very difficult to keep her skirt from riding up to reveal her skimpy
panties.  Somehow, it was less bothersome than earlier, and she giggled
drunkenly as she adjusted her skirt.

   As the movie started to roll, she was horrified and wanted to look away,
but found herself drawn in fascination to the rapidly developing scene.  It
involved a tall bosomy brunette, not unlike herself, being gang-raped by
four men.  Jo could almost feel the hands and cocks rubbing over herself.
Her mouth got dry and she swallowed some more drink.  The boys quietly
replenished her glass, so that by half-way through the movie she was quite
sloshed.  She could no longer distinguish between the fantasy of sharing
the actress' experience and the reality of Jason and his three friends
feeling her up.  By this time, Simon was lying with his head on her thigh
stroking her upper legs, while Jason and Larry had their hands on her tits.
Gustavo, of course, was recording the scene in his camera.

   Then suddenly, Jason and Larry moved together to whip her top right off.
That sobered her up slightly, and she shrieked, trying to get up to her
feet.  She had not felt Simon loosening her skirt which then fell to the
floor, leaving her in skimpy bikini panties and her heels.  She tried to
grab for the skirt, but in her intoxicated state she fell forward across
Jason and Larry.  They held her and she could feel their erections digging
into her.

   "No, please, let me up", she wailed.

   She struggled back to her feet, and tried to get away, but she tripped
over Gustavo and fell to the floor.

   "Oh dear!" said Jason, "I think my darling sister is pissed; we'll
better get her to bed".

   She could offer no resistance as they half-dragged, half-carried her to
the ground floor guest room which had a double bed.  Dropping her on the
bed, they managed to divest her of her panties as well, while the shoes
fell to the floor.

   She was only semi-conscious, but woke partially on feeling another body
on the bed.  She blearily opened her eyes to see her naked brother climbing
on top of her.  There was no longer any doubt as to what his intentions
were.

   She shrieked.  "Jason NO ... NO ... NO!  I'm your sister and I'm a
virgin.  Get away, you'll rot in hell!" But somehow the threat did not seem
to scare her brother.  He lay on her and forced her thighs open while he
kissed her fiercely on the lips.  His fully engorged prick had no
difficulty in finding the juicy slit between her legs, and started to push
into the opening.  The barrier of her yet-unbroken hymen caused a momentary
resistance.

   Beneath him, his sister felt the invading pressure and tried in vain to
wriggle free, and to voice a muffled protest against his lips covering
hers. But the resistance was short-lived.  Jason slammed hard against her
and the membrane broke, surprisingly easily.  In fact, her hymen was quite
thin and her vagina was so well-lubricated as a result of her arousal from
watching the movie, that that his prick slipped effortlessly to the hilt.

   "NO-O-O-O-O" came her muffled shriek.  And yet, in her drunken state,
she found the feeling of being filled by a male organ, with a male body
crushing her tits, to be strangely exciting.  As Jason pumped into her, she
almost unconsciously thrust back at him.

   He grunted out: "Oh god ... fucking is much better than hand or blow
jobs.  Jo's pussy grips and sucks on every bit of my cock like you can't
believe.  And you guys were right ... she is HOT in spite of her protests"

   At Jason's words, his friends set up the chant: "Go ..  Fuck, Go .. 
Fuck ...." They closed in on the rutting couple and their hands fondled all
Jo's exposed flesh, tweaking nipples, holding her thighs wide apart.

   Strange sensations flooded Jo ... She could not even comprehend what was
happening, but her first orgasm was wracking her body and the shrieked
ecstatically.  Jason could not last much longer and with a loud groan
released his load deep into his sister's womb.

   Before either of the two could recover, Jason had been pulled off his
sister by his friends, and Simon took his place.  A residual feeling of
moral guilt made Jo offer some token resistance, but frankly she was so
aroused by the continuing fullness of her pussy that there was little
conviction in her struggle.  Soon Simon came and was similarly replaced by
Larry.  Gustavo was photographing it all, until he put the camera down to
take his own turn in her well-used and sloppy hole.

   So it was that in less than 30 minutes, four sperm loads were deposited
in Jo's womb.  By the time Gustavo was done, Jason was hard again.  He
turned his sister to kneel on the bed which allowed him to take her again,
now doggy style.  Gustavo sat on the bed in front of her and fed her his
semi-hard prick.  Instinctively she seemed to know how to suck it, and not
much later Jason and Gustavo came almost simultaneously.  Shortly
afterwards, the scene was repeated with Larry taking her from behind and
Simon's cock in her mouth.

   Once Larry and Simon were done, Jo more-or-less passed out on the bed,
and they left her lying there with cum leaking down her thighs and on her
chin.  From time to time during the night, Jo would have vague memories of
someone joining her in the bed, and slipping his cock into her juicy and
still gaping hole, but she would have no recollection of which of the boys
relieved themselves in her or how often.

   She awoke with a start to the sound of the phone ringing.  Outside it
was broad daylight.  For a moment she was confused as to where she was ...
and then memories flooded back.  She was so ashamed.  She had not really
fought the younger boys strongly enough.  She had let them fuck her.  And
to her dismay she remembered her body's traitorous welcoming of the
invading cocks.

   And, oh god!  She was in the guest room bed naked.  What if her parents
returned to find her there?  She struggled up and wrapped a sheet round
her. At that point, Jason came through the door and laughed at her.

   "Too late to cover your modesty now", he chuckled.  "We've seen and
enjoyed it all and have good photographic records!"

   "Get out, you monster", she shrieked.  "I must tidy here and get dressed
before mom and dad come home."

   "No worry", she was told.  "That was mom on the phone.  They have gone
to some friend's beach cottage and will only get back around lunch
tomorrow. We've still plenty of time to play!  But maybe you should have a
shower first - you look a mess!"

   She did, but to her embarrassment, they prevented her closing the door
and all 4 boys watched.  To Jo's dismay, although her mind and conscience
told her how wrong it was, her traitorous body reacted again at the
exposure to four males.  Her nipples hardened; her pussy juiced.

   She emerged from the shower to be faced with four rampant young cocks
pointing at her.  "We have decided you need sperm cocktails for breakfast",
her brother informed her.

   "NO!!" she squealed, knowing immediately what was intended.  "That's
disgusting.  I can't do it".

   But her brother was merciless.  "It's either that or we distribute our
ever growing photographic collection!".  And so she submitted again,
swallowing four sticky loads, surprisingly finding that it was not as bad
as she feared.

   That set the scene for the day.  All four boys fucked her again before
lunch.  Then, she had to take them to a hamburger joint, dressed again in
the short skirt and tight t-shirt, now without bra or panties, and with cum
leaking down on to the skirt.  She was made to sit at the end of the
semi-circular bench, where all passers-by could admire her legs, and if she
was not careful could see all the way to the triangle of dark bushy hair.

   Just before they were finished, Jason carelessly `spilt' his coke on
her, leaving the shirt clinging to her ample breasts as they walked to the
exit.  Jo felt all eyes on her and she flushed beetroot red.  They walked
aimlessly round the mall for an hour or more, to Jo's increasing
embarrassment.

   Then Jason instructed her to go into a liquor store to buy more vodka
and beer.  "You are to get totally smashed tonight, until you pass out" he
told her.  She started to plead with him, but all he said was "... the
pictures ... Gustavo".

   Back home, she was told she had better have a stiff drink as the boys
wanted to experiment with a theme in some porno pictures.  They poured half
a glass of vodka, filled with the lemon mixer, and had her drain it
straight back.  She immediately felt quite light-headed and mellow, and did
not seriously protest when told to strip.

   Gustavo pulled down his jeans and underpants, and sat on the couch with
his stiff pecker pointing to the sky.

   "Sit on Gustavo's lap", she was instructed, "and lean forward to kiss
him and to squash your tits on to his chest".

   Jo was beyond arguing, and in fact was starting to anticipate with
pleasure yet another cock filling her pussy.  She did as she was told.  But
then, as he started to thrust into her, she felt a new sensation.  There
was something cold and greasy penetrating her arsehole.

   She jerked her head round.  Jason had a bowl of Vaseline and was
lubricating her back package.  "What are you doing", she shrieked, knowing
full well what further humiliation was to be thrust on her.

   Jason already had his pants down around his ankles.  He rubbed some more
of the grease on his prick, and then moved against his sister.

   Gustavo kept his arms round her to keep her from sitting up, so that her
shitter was blatantly exposed to her brother.  He moved in to thrust his
cock against the slightly gaping hole and applied some pressure.

   Jo screamed again, and tried to wriggle away to no avail.  "It's no good
resisting, it'll just hurt.  I'm going in anyway, but if you relax like
having a shit it will be easier".

   In tears, more of humiliation than pain, Jo did relax, and Jason's
cockhead slipped past the ring of muscle.  Much to her surprise, Jo found
that it did not hurt much and that she quite enjoyed the sensation.  The
further relaxation allowed Jason deeper penetration.  Within a few minutes,
she had both cocks buried in her body, and she could feel the two of them
stimulating the separating membrane from two sides.

   "Oh god, NO!!!!!!", she moaned --- not from pain or humiliation but from
the realization that her body was about to take her into an orgasmic
climax. Jason, sensing her build-up pushed even harder into her while
pressing his body against her back.  She was now truly sandwiched between
the two boys, and to her ultimate dismay she climaxed.

   Simon and Larry, still just on-lookers, noticed and shouted out in
excitement: "Look at the slut go ....  She loves double penetration!"
After pumping their seed into her two orifices, Jason and Gustavo rolled
away, and Jason lazily gestured towards her, telling his other friends:

"Your turn now --- she's well juiced up and ready".

   And so Jo suffered the indignity of being squeezed again between two
young males as their slipped easily into both holes.  And once again she
was ashamed to find her body reacting to the invasion as she crashed into
another orgasmic climax.  In fact two before further semen loads were
deposited in her guts and womb respectively.

   She swallowed another stiff vodka and lemon without being told to do so
this time.  By around supper time she was so sloshed she could hardly
stand, and all four boys had shot further loads into her mouth and pussy.

   By this time the boys were hungry and they ordered in Chinese.  They
allowed Jo to put on a dressing gown before the delivery boy game.  But she
was slumped on the couch, clearly pissed, with her gown gaping open top and
bottom when the boy arrived.  He gaped at her so much that he nearly
dropped the food!  He had a tale to tell his friends.

   Jo had a bit to eat, but was no longer resisting the drinks handed to
her.  By about 8.30pm she had passed out.

   She woke about 12 hours later, naked on the guest room bed, and with
dried cum all over her body.  Her pussy ached, having obviously been
well-used through the night.  But the house was quiet.  The boys were
sleeping off their excesses.

   It was Sunday morning.  She had to go to church.  She tidied up the
guest room and slipped back to her own.  She showered and dressed in a
modest blouse and skirt.

   She was just trying to slip out when Jason suddenly appeared and blocked
her way.  "And where are you going?"

   "Please ...  you've had your way.  Let me go to church ... you know it
means a lot to me."

   "Oh we are nice guys, we won't stop you.  But you are still a bit early,
and we are going away for 10 days.  We need one last bit of service from
you, and then we'll send you on your way.  TAKE OFF YOUR PANTIES".

   "Please, I can't go to church without panties".

   "Don't worry, you can put them on again, but first you need an offering
from each of us to take with you.  Bend over the couch with panties off and
your skirt pulled up to your waist."

   She was by now used to that strange combination of emotions, humiliation
and arousal together, as she did what she was told.  She welcomed the four
loads in her creaming pussy, and once more was unable to stifle her moans
of orgasmic pleasure as the boys laughed at her.

   When all were done, she picked up her panties and moved to go towards
the toilet.  But Jason stopped her: "You haven't got time for that now,
it's getting late" he laughed.  "Just put your panties on and get going!"

   As she drove to church, she could feel gallons of cum oozing out of her
pussy and soaking her panties.  At church, she managed to slip into the
ladies room and mopped up some of the worst.  She had to choose between
removing her panties or to wear them damp with semen.  It would be too
sinful to sit in church without panties and she had no choice.

   She found it difficult to concentrate on the service or Pastor Ernest's
sermon.  Her mind kept running through the shame and humiliation of the
past 36 hours, how she would not go to the altar as a virgin, and how her
body had betrayed her so often.  Was she just a slut by nature ... perhaps
like her mother?  AND THEN ... Somehow for the first time the real horror
of the situation penetrated her mind.  She had been having unprotected sex
on multiple occasions.  The boys had never used condoms!  She had never
thought of this up to now.

   BUT, Oh God, No.  Could I be pregnant, the thoughts crossed her mind? 
She pulled her diary out of her handbag.  She always recorded the start of
her periods.  The last was on the Friday just two weeks back.  She'd have
been at her most fertile this weekend.

   In a sweat of desperation, she prayed: "Please, Jesus, don't let me be
pregnant!  I'll fight the boys off, or use contraceptives if they rape me
again.  But just let me not have a baby.  I'll go to the mission field. 
I'll do anything.  Oh PLEASE Jesus, God."

   - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - -

   Back home, the boys had gone.  Her parents were there, but had obviously
had a rough weekend and were not talkative.  Jo was able to slip to her
room and brood on her problems alone.

   The next week was an unhappy and unsettled one for Jo.  She was still
working at the church office every day, but found it difficult to
concentrate with her mind continually coming back to her possible
pregnancy. Then she had strange feelings of dissatisfaction that she could
not explain ... At least not until 3 nights later when her fingers found
her pussy and she unconsciously began masturbating with three fingers in
her hole and her thumb rubbing her clit.  She felt her orgasm building, and
could not stop until the climax swept through her body.  It was not as good
as when there was a hard cock in there, but it was some relief to her
tension.

   When she was done, she wept in shame and repentance.  What was she
becoming?  But very soon, she was masturbating 3 or 4 times a day.

   Others at the office, and her parents noticed something was wrong, and
asked what was wrong.  But she just irritably answered "Nothing".  She
could not confide in anyone.

   Tuesday of the next week, Jason returned from his expedition.  That
night, she was just falling into sleep after a masturbatory session, when
she heard her bedroom door open.  The next moment, the bedding was pulled
back and Jason, a completely naked Jason' crawled in next to her.

   "After 10 days of celibacy, I need a fuck" he told her crudely.

   "NO-O-O", Jo hissed.  "Mom or dad might catch us."

   "I don't care!  I'll say you invited me in because you were horny and
missed my friends.  Remember the photographic evidence!  If you don't want
them to hear, you'll have to let me in quickly and not make too much noise
when you come!!"

   Jo surrendered.  She let him strip off her pyjamas and then crawl on top
of her.  As the result of her masturbation she was wet and he slipped in
easily.  To her horror, she felt the climax building yet again and had to
bite on her hand to avoid being heard.

   Once he had come, Jason got up with a "thanks, that was great.  But
tomorrow night I want you to come to my room.  Understand?  You'd better or
else.  And I want you to come to my room naked."

   And so the next night, after all seemed quiet from her parent's room,
she nervously cracked her door open.  When she was sure there was no
movement, she hastily slipped across to Jason's room - to find the door
locked!  She tried it a second time, and was about to run back to her room
when she heard his whisper: "Who's there?"

   "Me of course" she whispered back, now really scared of getting caught.

   "Just wait!".  Jason took his time before eventually letting her in.

   He closed the door, and went to lie on his back on the bed, hard penis
sticking proudly in the air.

   "Suck me for a while first!"

   She could feel him reaching climax before he told her: "OK, now you can
sit on me".

   By this time, she was quite desperate for her own relief, and sank down
hard on him, taking him deep in her womb.  She rode wildly, but within a
couple of minutes she felt him shoot his load, when she had not yet come.

   "OK, I'm done, you can go now." And with that Jason pushed his sister
away.  "Goodnight".

   Jo was so frustrated she could scream.  Suddenly it was she who needed
him, but he just pushed her off the bed.  In tears, she ran back to her
room and had to bring herself off to her utter shame and disgust.

   - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - -

   Friday was the day of reckoning - Jo's period was due.  She also had her
final day working in the church office, although in fact she went with the
church leadership group for a weekend retreat, only getting home Sunday
night.  Various people asked her what was wrong, as she wanted to keep to
herself.  She used meditation times to plead for forgiveness and for her
period to come.  Anxiously, every hour she would go to the toilet to check
... but nothing!

   Monday morning, and she was at home alone with Jason after her folks
went to work.  She was not surprised when his three friends arrived soon
after.

   Gustavo had a slide show prepared which they played on her computer.  It
was skilfully composed sequence from her first sunbathing through to
drunken fucking.  The boys' faces were obscured, but hers was clear.

   "I have posted the set to an anonymous amateur site", Gustavo told her.

   Near tears, she said: "But you promised you would not send them out if I
did what you told me ... and I have done!"

   "No", responded her brother.  "We only said we would not post them to
your mailing list.  But don't worry, I'm sure no one you know will
subscribe to this site.  Well probably not", he smirked with the last
phrase.

   Jo was dismayed.  With her luck, someone will see her.  But what
difference did it make?  All would soon know she was pregnant.

   Then, and repeatedly over the next few days, she submitted to the four
boys, allowing them to take her any way and in any hole they wanted.

   By the next Friday, she was a week late.  She had never been this late
before.  There was virtually no doubt any more.  In the late morning she
slipped out of the house, and drove to a distant shopping mall.  She found
a pharmacy and bought a pregnancy test kit.  Then locking herself into a
stall in the women's room, she opened the pack, read the instructions and
carried out the test.  Any remote hope was now dashed as tears flowed down
her cheeks.

   A little later she treated herself to a long lunch, topped off with a
death-by-chocolate desert.  She mooched round the shops for a while before
heading home we she arrived at around 4pm.

   CHAPTER 2: Sex Slave Slut

   As she let herself in, she heard unfamiliar voices, and then her brother
called from the living room: "Jo, come in here."

   She was surprised to see two younger boys with Jason.  She recognized
them as Morgan and Eric who had also been in her first Sunday school class,
and who would now be about 13.  She remembered them as the two naughtiest
ones, always trying to peek up her skirts or those of the little girls. 
Morgan was now quite tall but thin, while Eric was short and stocky.  She
could feel them undressing her with their eyes.

   "You remember Eric and Morgan of course?" asked Jason.  "They were
telling me you were their favourite teacher in either day or Sunday school
... Isn't that nice?"

   "Oh" was all Jo could manage, wondering what was coming next.

   "They want to start going out with girls, but were not sure what to do.
I said you'd be happy to teach them all they need to know."

   "WHA-A-A-AT?  NO-O-O-O!"

   "Well I made a promise.  I'll get mad if you make me a liar.  And we
still have your mailing list remember!"

   "Please, no, no" pleaded Jo, but she realized there was no hope, and she
might as well just submit.  "What do you want me to do?" she asked softly.

   "Sit between the two boys on the couch, and French-kiss them while they
feel you up".  To the boys he said: "Now's your chance.  Rub your hands
over her big titties, and slide your hands up her legs under her skirt. 
Pull the skirt up so that you can see her panties".

   All three did as they were instructed.  Jason showed the boys how to
lower the zip at the back of her dress, and then to pull the sleeves down
her arms.  He encouraged them then to pull the dress down over her hips and
to the floor, so that she was now dressed only in bra and panties.  At
Jason's instructions she continued to alternate between tongue-kissing the
two 13-year olds.  Gob was soon down her chin.

   Her bra came off next, and Jason had each boy suckle at a breast.  To
her dismay, Jo was getting turned on and emitted pleasurable moans at the
stimulation of her teats.

   "Now her panties" came Jason's next instruction.

   Two nervous and anxious pairs of teenage hands ripped at her panties,
which caught on her sandals, pulling them off while ripping the underwear.
That left Jo stark naked, spread on the couch with her legs apart.  Two
hands probed at her pussy, sinking in wonderment to the knuckles.

   "Open the little hood at the top of her crack ... you'll see what looks
like a tiny cockhead - that's her clit", Jason advised.

   "Ooooo, you're right" squealed Eric.

   "Take it between your finger and thumb, and wank it like you'd do your
own prick, and look at the effect on Jo."

   Eric did so, and Jo started to hump back at him and roll her hips in
agonizing ecstasy.  Her eyes were closed and she was moaning audibly in
spite of the humiliation she also felt.

   "See, now you've got her ready to fuck.  Feel how juicy her cunt is! 
Who's going first?."

   "Me" said Eric.  "I'm two months older than Morgan".

   "Get on our knees, Jo, and bend over the couch, and spread your knees.
Eric, pull down your pants, get behind her and shove your cock into her
cunt, then put your arms round her and use one hand to pull on a teat and
the other to rub her clit".

   Eric did as he was told and was instantly pumping her at a high rate. 
The sensations were driving Jo to increasing levels of arousal and she was
no longer conscious of the shame and humiliation, only of the approaching
climax.  But it never came!  Eric was a 13-year old boy, and within two
minutes of entering her, he shot his load.  He fell back, and his softening
prick popped out as he gasped: "WOW!!".

   Morgan had his pants around his ankles already.  As soon as his friend
moved away, he slammed his somewhat longer but skinnier prick into Jo.  He
copied what Eric had been doing, and soon had Jo feeling again the
approaching climax.  She met his thrusts by pushing back firmly, getting
him deeper and increasing her sensations.  But once again satisfaction was
denied her as with a series of spasmodic jerks, Morgan unloaded his young
seed.

   As Morgan's deflating prick slipped out of her cunt, Jason sniggered and
said to her: "Oh dear, Sis dear ... haven't you got your rocks off yet? 
I'm afraid 13-year olds have a hair trigger.  But you can get them going
again quite soon.  Stay on your knees, but turn around to face them .......
Now guys, get your cocks where Jo can reach them, and she'll alternate
rubbing and sucking on them".

   "Will she do that?" gasped Eric and Morgan in unison.

   Jo knew she had no choice, and with a sigh of resignation, did as she
was told.  It was not long before the two pricks showed signs of life, and
in less than 10 minutes, Eric was ready to go again.

   At a gesture from Jason, Jo sat on the edge of the seat, spread her
legs, and invited Eric to join her.  Still with his pants round his ankles
he waddled in.  Jo gently took his prick and guided it to her now sloppy
hole.  His full length slid in with no effort, and Jo wrapped his legs
around him to hold him in tight so has to achieve her much needed relief.
Her body had taken over her mind and conscience ... all that mattered was
that long awaited climax.

   She did not even notice that Jason had slipped out of the room, and had
taken her clothes with him which he dropped into the laundry before letting
himself out of the back door.

   This time Eric lasted longer, and by squeezing him to her she was able
to give herself added stimulation.  This time she would get there.  She was
on the very edge of cumming when to her dismay, Eric grunted out and shot
his load.

   Almost in tears of frustration she pushed him away and grabbed for
Morgan's cock and she her legs around him, humping back at him.

   "NOW ... NOW ... Don't stop ... Keep fucking, I'm nearly there".  But at
that moment another voice broke in: "What the hell's going on here???" - It
was her dad standing with her mom in the living room door!

   Morgan jerked out as he came, spraying semen over her pubic hair.  Both
boys gulped something like "Oh help!", pulled up their pants, and shot
round both sides of the adults.  The front door banged as they disappeared
from sight.

   Jo looked round desperately for her clothes.  They were gone.  She tried
to cover herself in combination of embarrassment and frustration and the
climax missed.

   Shelly spoke first: "Good God, Jo!  Can't you get men of your own age
that you have to seduce little boys.  Don't you know it's illegal to have
sex with underage kids.  You could get placed on a sex-offender register
and even get jail time".

   "I ... I ... I ... Jason forced me"

   "Jason's not even here.  And in any case, you hardly sounded forced with
your NOW ... NOW... FUCK ME!" replied her father grimly.

   "But ... But ... But ..." Jo looked round futilely.

   "Get up off the couch" ordered Shelly.  You're dripping sex fluids all
over the leather and it won't clean easily.

   At that point, Jason returned and expressed surprise at the sight of his
naked sister before him.  "Wow, what's happening here?!"

   "Your sister has been screwing two little 12/13 year old boys" growled
Frank.

   "Oh Jeez was that with those little delinquents Eric and Morgan?  I saw
them running up the street.  Jo, you're crazy if you screwed them - they'll
be telling all their mates." To Frank and Shelly he commented: "Not that
I'm really surprised - ever since that episode with Janice, she's been
coming on to my friends.  You should have seen her flashing them when they
slept over for that weekend.  And she's let Gustavo take a whole batch of
compromising photographs".

   "It gets worse and worse", said Frank.  "Your friends are also under age
aren't they?  But I'm really worried about what you said about the two
today spreading stories.  If their parents hear we could easily have
criminal charges laid".

   "I know where they hang out.  I'll get my friends to threaten drastic
action if they say anything to anyone." And with that he dashed out again.

   Shelly turned back to her daughter.  Those sex fluids dripping out of
your vagina ... I noticed that the boys were not wearing condoms.  Are you
on the pill or something?"

   "No" (almost whispered).

   "Are you crazy.  You don't want to get pregnant at your age!"

   Tears welled up in Jo's eyes.  "It's too late to worry about that now".

   "WHAT!!!  You mean you are knocked up?"

   "Yes", whispered in a flood of more tears.

   "Who's the father?"

   More tears: "I don't know!".

   "So", her mother continued.  "Let's get this straight.  You've been
fucking a whole batch of underage boys and one of them has put a baby in
your belly?"

   "You won't believe me.  But I got blackmailed into doing more and more
bad things, and they took pictures to blackmail me even more.  I didn't
want to.  I wanted to stay a virgin.  And now I'm spoiled for ever" she
sobbed.

   "Not a very likely story, but we're not even going to argue", Frank told
her.  "The immediate question is how do we prevent you getting into trouble
with the law, and what to do about the baby".

   "Please help me" she wailed at her mom.

   Shelly spoke more to Frank than to Jo: "I think we must consult with
Maurice [a lawyer friend of theirs] and Clem [a psychiatrist friend]. 
They'll probably be able to concoct a defence or some other way out."

   To Jo she said: "Get up to your room now and get cleaned up.  We'll talk
to our friends.  Wait in your room until we call you down again."

   Jo ran upstairs, showered and dressed.  Although she felt tearful and
ashamed, she had a strange feeling of peace.  It was not longer her
problem. The boys probably couldn't blackmail her again.

   For an hour and a half she sat in her room.  She heard Jason return. 
She heard voices and laughter at times.  The phone rang on a couple of
occasions.

   Then eventually her father's voice: "Jo, get down here", and she went.

   Frank, Shelly and Jason were sitting in the living room.  It was her
mother who addressed her.

   "There seem to be two ways in which we can keep you out of trouble.  The
first is for you to leave for Holland, as soon as tomorrow if we can get a
booking.  You still have a Dutch passport, and Dad's cousins can put you
up. Maurice says that the authorities here are unlikely to seek
extradition, and the Dutch probably would refuse it for what they would see
as a minor misdemeanour.  You would need to find work ... our cousins will
help.  But you'd need to get an abortion as soon as possible, which is
easily organized there."

   Jo was panic-stricken.  "No please, don't send me away!  I couldn't
survive.  I'll do anything.  What is the alternative".

   "The alternative is for Clem to diagnose you with stress-related
nymphomania which you can't control.  He would take you into treatment. 
BUT ...."

   "But what?"

   "We will have urgently to create evidence of the condition. 
Furthermore, Dr Clem and us will have to commit perjury to swear the extent
of your condition, and you will have to compensate us for taking the risks
and give us an assurance you won't back out."

   "How ... what ..." stammered Jo.

   "The deal is that you will submit to us totally, obey everything we tell
you, or anyone else we entrust you to, with no question or argument, at
least until you turn 21 in just over two years."

   Jo looked them and knew instantly!  She was to become some sort of a sex
slave for the foreseeable future.  And somehow, a weight rolled off her
shoulders.  She would no longer be responsible in any way for what she did.
In her mind she submitted.

   "I'd rather do that than go away" she whispered.

   Her father entered the conversation: "Before you agree, we want you to
think it through.  There'll be no turning back.  And much of what we tell
you to do may conflict with your beloved born-again principles.  So what we
are going to do is to give you 12 hours to sleep on it.  Get yourself
something to eat and drink and go to your bedroom.  Stay there for the
night.  We will breakfast at 9am.  If you still agree to submit to us, then
come down totally in the nude - that gives you a hint of what may be
expected.  Otherwise, you might as well pack for Holland.  Now go!"

   So she did as she was told.  She sat on her bed munching bread and
cheese, thinking of what the next day would bring.  She was after all
virtually a sex slave to Jason and his friends already.  How much worse
could it get with a few more masters (or mistresses)?  She was damned in
the sight of the church anyway.

   She started to prepare for bed by changing into her usual pyjamas.  Then
she laughed at herself ... she might as well get used to being naked.  So
she stripped off and climbed naked into bed.  Her hands ran over her body,
stimulating her nipples to full hardness.  Then her right hand found her
pussy.  She pushed first two and then three fingers up her twat while
rubbing her button with her thumb.  The climax denied her all afternoon
came quickly and then a second and then a third time.  Completely relaxed
now, she drifted off to sleep, to dream of cocks filling her pussy.  She
slept more soundly than she had done since the Janice affair.

   When she awoke, it was 8.30.  She jerked upright, worried she'd be late,
but then smiled in realization that she had nothing to do but to walk
downstairs, exactly as she was, in half an hour.

   The clock showed exactly 9am when a stark naked Jo entered the family
kitchen.  She was aware of her brother and father looking over her body
with lust in their eyes.  It was the first day of the rest of her life.

   Shelly smiled at her daughter.  "I'm happy to see you dear.  Come have
something to eat and then we'll talk."

   As they settled down, Shelly continued.  "As we told you, you will now
submit to us fully, obeying without question any instruction from your Dad
or me, or, in our absence, from Jason.  But there are some ground rules
which will apply at all times.  Firstly, you will remain totally naked at
all times while at home.  This includes the back garden and pool area as
well as indoors (and in fact we want you to work on an all-over tan as
quickly as possible).  The rule applies no matter what guests or visitors
we have, unless your dad or I give you an explicit instruction to the
contrary.  For example, any comment from us like `why don't you put
something on' will not count!"

   Jo gulped slightly, but said nothing and Shelly went on: "I will go
shopping with you to get some new outfits.  These will be all you are
allowed to wear when you leave the house, and no underwear is ever
permitted (except if you have a period ...  but that's not going to be for
some time).  While we are out shopping, Frank and Jason will package up all
your clothing for the charity shop; you can select up to 4 outfits you want
to keep for sentimental purposes which they will lock away until you are
21. They will move the rest of your things to the ground floor guest room,
which will now be your room after a few small modifications which they will
also see to while we are out.  Let's see what you can wear out now when we
go shopping."

   Less than 30 minutes later, Shelly and Jo were on the way.  Jo was not
surprised to find herself wearing the same blue tennis skirt, tight pink
t-shirt and platform sandals that she had worn with the boys, but now
without any underwear.  As they walked through the busy shopping mall she
felt that every eye was on her, and a continual blush suffused her
features.

   They started at a conventional fashion store, where Shelly picked out
two ultra-minis, one in black and so tight it fitted Jo's bum like a glove,
and the other in denim.  Three tops were chosen, a boob tube, a crop top
and one which was no more than a piece of cloth covering Jo's tits, and
fastened at the back with criss-crossed straps.

   A shoe store saw Jo supplied with strappy sandals on 4-inch heels and
patent leather calf-high boots, also with very high heels.

   "For the rest, we need a speciality store" announced Shelly as she
steered her daughter out of the mall, up a side street to an adult-wear
store.  Jo was flabbergasted at the two outfits chosen by Shelly for her.
One was a black halter-necked cocktail dress with a plunging neckline to
below her navel in front.  It was backless down to the waist-band which was
so low as to expose a distinct backside cleavage.  The other was meant as
an evening dress in a floral chiffony material.  Everything was linked to a
broad waistband round her middle.  The top consisted of two strips of
material covering her boobs before narrowing to a strap that tied behind
her neck.  At first sight the skirt looked long, but in fact consisted of
four separate panels that overlapped only minimally, so that as she walked
her legs would emerge exposed up to hip or crotch.  Strangely, Jo felt a
tickle in her pussy as she imagined appearing in public in this outfit.

   "Now for some lingerie", Shelly informed Jo.

   "I thought I was not allowed to wear underwear".

   Shelly sniggered.  "This will not exactly be UNDERwear!"

   Two pairs of cupless bras with just minimum support to lift her tits
were chosen -- One strapless in blue, and the other in red with thin straps
framing her tits before fastening conventionally over her shoulders.  The
bras were matched with similarly coloured garter belts and stockings.

   Finally, Shelly took her over to racks of `wicked weasel' swimsuits. 
"There are places where you will not be able to skinny dip", she explained.

   Shelly selected a bikini in powder blue, with triangles of cloth that
would barely hide Jo's nipples, and an inch-wide strip of cloth over her
crotch, held by thin straps through her butt and round her hips.  A second
suit was a lime green monokini that was little more than a strap through
her pussy lips, widening in front to cover her tits, but leaving a deep
plunge to below her navel, and fastening on top to a narrow collar round
her neck.  It was clear that the material of both suits would become
see-through when wet.

   To Jo's embarrassment, her mother made her parade round in the store
outside of the change rooms to make sure the suits fitted to Shelly's
satisfaction.  Her embarrassment was aggravated by the fact that her pubic
hair showed clearly.

   "If I wear these, I will need to shave my pubes completely", whispered
Jo, trying to avoid exposing herself to other shoppers.

   "Oh, I didn't tell you one of another of your rules.  You are not to
shave any bodily hair or use any depilatory creams at all."

   "What?!", hissed Jo in total dismay.

   Shelly gave a deep and merciless chuckle.  She knew full well that her
daughter had been embarrassed at what she perceived as her extreme
hirsuteness.  In fact, it was not that bad.  She had a fine fuzz of downy
but dark hair on her arms.  Her legs would have looked the same if it had
not been that Jo religiously kept them smooth.  The only really prominent
hairiness was in her armpits and pubic area which she shaved.  Her pubic
hair was Jo's greatest embarrassment.  Uncontrolled, a thick bush of dark
brown hair would fill the entire triangle between her hips, with a cowslick
that stretched right up to her navel.  On her inner thighs, the same thick
bush stretched about an inch down her legs.

   "But that will look obscene", protested Jo.

   "On the contrary, darling, pubic hair is a signal of sexual maturity and
readiness, which is the primeval signal you are to convey.  No caring about
how you look, as look as you are sexually satisfied."

   Joanne resigned herself to continuing humiliation.

   - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - It was now time for lunch, but
Shelly first sent Jo into the ladies room to change into one of the new
outfits - she chose the denim skirt and the boobtube.  "But you can keep
your platform sandals on for now, as they'll be more comfortable for
walking around."

   Shelly led Jo to a sort of al fresco restaurant in a shopping mall, and
seated Jo on the outside of the last table where she would be visible to
all passers-by.  Jo could just about keep her pussy covered, but little
more!

   "After we have eaten, I need to take you to Dr Clem S the psychiatrist.
He is specially keeping his rooms open so that he can see you urgently to
confirm the diagnosis of stress-induced nymphomania.  When you enter his
room, he will ask whether you want to lie on the couch or sit on the chair.
Choose the couch, and when you lie down, stretch our legs so that he can
see your pussy.  Play with your pussy as he asks you questions about your
sex life.  Reach out and fondle his crotch.  Before the session is out, he
will be fucking you.  He will tell you to make twice weekly appointments
with his receptionist."

   Jo paled!  "I don't know whether I can do it" she almost wailed.

   "Well, you'd better.  But I'm sure when you get into it will be easy. 
You are a natural born slut, we know, and it will all come naturally.  Just
go with the flow!"

   In amidst her trepidation, Jo felt her nipples hardening.  Her mother
was right anyway - she was becoming a slut.

   At that point, Shelly commented: "There's a young man behind you who
looks like he wants to speak to you.  Turn round and call him over!"

   Jo looked round to see Gavin (the pizza delivery guy); she smiled at him
and he came across.

   "Hi Jo.  I was wanting to call you to ask if you would go with me to my
cousin's 21st birthday next Friday".

   Jo hesitated.  "I'm not quite sure if I'm free".

   But Shelly intervened: "No it's OK, that appointment we had has been
cancelled, remember.  You are free.  Go with him." The last phrase was a
clear command.

   So Jo agreed.  "OK what time?"

   When arrangements had been made and Gavin had left, Jo asked her mother:
"What will I wear?  Is he going to see me naked?"

   Shelly smiled.  "We'll work out details later.  I'm sure you can meet
him in your cocktail dress which you can wear to the party.  But, yes,
he'll eventually see you naked.  You might as well get used to that, you
little slut."

   Shortly thereafter, they went to Dr Clem's rooms, and Jo was shown into
an empty consulting room.  A few minutes later, the 50-year old, slightly
greying psychiatrist came in and introduced himself.  The little charade
about choosing the couch then followed, and Jo soon found herself aroused
by the act of exposing her naked pussy to the doctor.  His hand rested just
above her knee as they spoke and she let her legs fall open more widely so
that his hand naturally slipped up her thigh.  She felt her juices flowing,
and it seemed quite natural to place a hand in his crotch to massage the
obviously growing lump.

   "Hmmm ...  Clear nymphomania!  Well my professional view is that
suppression of the symptoms can be psychologically damaging.  So to rescue
you from yourself, I shall have to compromise my professional ethics by
bringing you to a much needed orgasm ..."

   Without further ado, Dr Clem dropped his trousers and underpants to
reveal his rampant organ.  He moved between Jo's thighs, nudging them apart
to allow him to rub his cock-head along her slit.  He had hardly run it up
and down more than four or five times before her arousal overcame her
initial embarrassment and she started thrusting hard against him.  His
prick slipped smoothly into her well-lubricated vagina, and pubic bones
were soon grinding against each other.

   "Oh, please God, no", Jo thought to herself as she felt her body
building to the inevitable climax.  "They are right.  I am a nymphomaniac.
I can't control myself anymore".  She bit her hand to stop the screams
being heard outside.  Dr Clem did not seem to be concerned about his
audible grunts, though, as he deposited a torrent of sperm into her pussy.

   They lay coupled for 5 or 10 minutes until his shrinking penis slipped
out of her hole, to leave a puddle of sperm on the lower part of her skirt.

   Dr Clem, as if this was the most usual thing in the world, stood, pulled
up his underpants and trousers, and sat again, picking up his notebook.

   "Well, my dear, you should feel better for now!  But you had better come
in twice a week for repeat treatments.  Your time is up now, but make an
appointment with the receptionist for regular Wednesday and Friday visits.
Bye for now."

   "Do you have any tissues or wipes?" asked Jo.

   "No, I have no need for them in my business.  If you are oozing fluids,
you'll have to wipe them on your skirt".

   He was standing by now, and ushered her out of the room.  As she entered
the reception area, she was very conscious that everyone would see the damp
patch on the back of her ultra short skirt, especially as she stood at the
desk making the appointments for future visits.  From the smirk on the
receptionist's face, it was clear that she knew exactly what would happen
at these appointments.  She leaned forward and said softly to Jo: "When we
have a full waiting room, you might want to keep your cries down ...  it
causes comment."

   - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - "One more stop before home"
announced Shelly as they reached the car.  They drove for about 10 minutes
to another part of the city, and pulled up outside a row of small shops. 
Jo casually looked at the window signs, and then saw "tattoos and
piercings", and suddenly realized what was going to happen.

   "No mommy, please, not that.  I couldn't stand it".  But Shelly just
told her firmly "GET OUT OF THE CAR".  By this time Jo was so broken in
that she left the car with no further resistance.  Shelly pushed Jo into
the shop ahead of her.

   Once inside, Shelly told her daughter: "Take off your top!"

   Jo looked at her with pleading eyes for a moment and then faced the
inevitable by pulling the boobtube off over her head, leaving her topless
in front of the two male assistants running the store and three other
clients.

   Shelly gave the instructions: "She wants rings through each nipple ...
nice broad rings that we can attach a gold chain to".

   Shelly selected the rings from a rack, while one of the assistants
tweaked Jo's nipples and rubbed some ice on them to get them erect.  He
marked the spot with a pen, applied some antiseptic, and almost before she
had time to steel herself, Jo shrieked as the probe pierced her left
nipple, and the ring inserted.  The pain had not yet subsided before the
process was repeated on the other nipple.

   "It'll probably hurt for a day or two, so it's best not to wear anything
that rubs on your tits.  Just leave your top off for now" advised Shelly.

   And so Jo had to walk topless the car, very conscious of the stares of
many passers-by, and then had to endure the drive home in the same
condition.

   Back home, Jo found her new room on the ground floor ready for her.  The
former guestroom had a sliding door, but the lock had now been removed. 
"You will always leave the door open, but if you have guests who are
embarrassed they can slide the door closed" explained Shelly.

   Jo also discovered that the door to the bathroom in the guest suite had
been totally removed, so that she could never have full privacy.  "And, if
you use any other toilets or bathrooms in the house, you will leave the
doors wide open".

   But little more of note happened that day, until Jo was in her new bed.
She had just turned off the lights when she heard someone entering the
room. She looked up to see her father - totally naked with a massive
erection pointing straight at her.  He pulled the covers back, and started
to climb into her bed.

   "DADDEEEEEEE", she shrieked.  "What are you doing?  What will Mommy say
if she catches us?"

   "Well, if I have a sexy slut daughter, I might as well enjoy her.  I
have wanted to get into your virginal panties since you started growing
titties before you were 12.  I have been denied the pleasure of breaking
your cherry, but at least I can experience your tight pussy."

   By this time, Frank had already rolled on top of her.  Jo tried to
resist: "But, Daddy, this would be incest.  It's evil."
Frank grunted: "I know now that you've been fucking your brother, and
that's also incest.  I can't give you an incestuous baby as you're already
pregnant.  In fact, your baby could be your brother's anyway you incestuous

slut."

   As her father's body pressed against her, Jo discovered some strange
feelings.  The subtle smells were reminiscent of childhood cuddles, and she
felt secure feeling her daddy's hairy chest rubbing against her and his
strong arms around her.  She was filled with a new love for him, and wanted
to give herself to him.  She curled her arms round his neck and pulled him
in for a passionate open-mouthed kiss.

   After 10 minutes of passionate French-kissing, Frank's lips worked down
his daughter's neck, across her chest, and fastened on to a nipple.  At the
same time his wildly thrusting cock found its haven and sunk to the hilt.

   Jo screamed in passionate delight and thrust back at her father's pelvis
so that their pubic bones ground together.

   "YES --- YES - YEEEEEESSS Daddy fuck me --- fuck your slutty daughter.
Oh God, I wish I wasn't pregnant so that you could plant your seed in me. I
want my next baby to be yours.  Aaaaahhhhhhhh!!!"

   Soon Frank felt the seed rising in his stalk, and he thrust even harder
to unload his semen into Jo's welcoming uterus.  As it spurted, Jo reached
a new height of orgasm and screamed her delight, clamping her cuntal walls
against the penetrating cock, to suck him dry.

   As they collapsed in satisfied exhaustion, Jo was brought back to her
senses by a sound of clapping.  She jerked round and opened her eyes in
shock to see Jason and Shelly, both also stark naked, watching them and
clapping in some irony.

   Jo, in some embarrassment, tried to wriggle free, but her dad just lay
on top of her and grinned at his wife and son.

   "Satisfied, Dad", asked Jason.

   Shelly took her son's arm and said with a laugh: "Come on, let's leave
them to complete their father-daughter bonding.  It's long overdue."

   Jo looked at the departing figures in some amazement - and then the
penny dropped.  "Oh God, no!!  Mom and Jason ...  Do they????  ...  Are
they ????"

   Frank smiled.  "Oh yes, they do a lot of bonding.  Your mom introduced
him to sex on his 13th birthday while I watched, and they have regularly
copulated with each other since.  Sometimes all three of us share a bed,
and Jason and I pleasure your mother together.  We have long wanted to
bring you in, but up to now you have been too uptight.  That's why we
encouraged Jason to get his friends to rape you, as we were sure you had a
hot sluttish self trying to get out ...  and it has!"

   "Oh my god ...  I think you are right.  Even though I knew it was
sinful, I have been enjoying sex more and more.  Perhaps I am a nympho
anyway."

   With that, father and daughter embraced each other again and his renewed
erection was prodding into her thigh.  She rolled on top of him, and his
shaft needed no guidance to sink into her very juicy hole.  Jo was an
athletic girl and she bounced energetically on his prick, taking it deep
into her pussy and womb.  Frank reached up to play with his daughter's
swaying titties and gently teased her now rings taking care not to hurt her
unduly.  This enhanced her arousal and she reached behind to play with his
large ball sacs.

   It was not long before both reached noisy climaxes, and Frank pumped
another large load into his daughter's already pregnant womb.

   They collapsed, and soon drifted off to sleep still joined at the groin,
and leaking sex fluids on to the sheets.  Twice during the night, they woke
and resumed their copulation, one with Frank cuddling in behind her, and
one facing each other licking each others' faces as they lay on their
sides.

   - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - Sunday morning they shared a
family breakfast, all in the nude.  After they had eaten, Shelly walked
behind her husband with a smile, and ran her hands across his chest. 
"Well, you dirty old man, how did you enjoy your incestuous coupling with
your good Christian daughter.  Don't you feel guilty?"

   "No more than you ever are when you're unfaithful to me!"

   Shelly laughed, turned his chair round, and knelt between his legs.  She
took his rapidly expanding prick deep into her mouth and started tonguing
it.  After a few minutes, she lifted her head for a moment and spoke to her
daughter: "Jo, darling.  I think your brother needs some loving attention."
Jo understood her role my now.  She dropped between Jason's legs and
took his already rampant cock into her mouth.  And so mother and daughter
knelt side by side sucking father and son.  Before long, two cocks expanded
to full extent, and two loads of semen shot down two throats.  When they
were done, Shelly pulled her daughter towards her and kissed her full on
the mouth, open-mouthed, so that they exchanged semen as their tongues

wrestled.

   A little while later, Jo realized that this was the first Sunday in many
years that she will have missed church.  Something in her deeply entrenched
instincts made her want to try.  "I don't suppose I'll be able to go to
church" she asked.

   "We won't stop you", Shelly assured her.  "But the dress code still
applies."

   "I can't possibly attend church in those outfits", wailed Jo.

   "Well, that's your decision!"

   And so Jo spent the day working on her all-over tan as she had been
instructed.  During the afternoon, Jason's three friends joined her
outside. Frank and Shelly were out, so the boys gang-banged her, a couple
of goes each, as multiple explicit photos were taken.

   "Why do you need more pictures?  You know that you can't blackmail me
anymore".

   But Gustavo replied: "No, now I am going to sell these to a subscription
porn site.  There'll be thousands of dirty old me wanking over your
pictures.  Maybe some will even recognize you!"

   - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - Jason and his friends left on the
Monday for a hiking trip with Larry's father and uncle, leaving Jo with a
quiet day working on her tan, Frank and Shelly were at work.

   That evening, just after supper, the phone rang and was answered by
Shelly.

   "Hi ...  yes, that's right ...  no she's not here right now"

   Jo frowned.  Who could Shelly be talking about, but her mother gestured
to her to keep quiet.

   "Well no she's not ill, but frankly she has been acting a bit strangely
for some weeks.  A therapist suggests that it's a reaction to stress after
the last academic year in a strange environment. ....  I'm sure she will
appreciate a visit ...  Tomorrow at 3:30 should be fine, and in fact I'll
be at home as well ...  See you then!"

   Shelly put the phone down, and smiled at Jo: "That was your pastor
Ernest.  They are worried about you, and will be visiting tomorrow
afternoon.  Isn't that nice?"

   Jo paled as the implications sank in.  "Mom.  Surely, I can wear
something when they come.  Please!"

   But Shelly was unsympathetic and laughed: "Oh No!  What you'll do is
this.  You'll be tanning in the back when they come, and I'll call to you.
In fact, make sure you get quite a few drinks in so that you're a bit tipsy
when they arrive ...  that will relax you in any case!  When you come in,
I'll look as shocked as they undoubtedly will be, and I'll tell you to put
something on.  I'll leave a beach wrap of mine in your room and you can put
that one.  We'll play it by ear from there on."

   And that is exactly what happened.  As the time for the arrival of the
pastor and his wife closer, Jo gulped down more of the vodka and coke than
she should have.  When she heard Shelly call her, she almost stumbled as
she stood up as she was so light-headed.

   Even in her nervous and rather intoxicated state, she almost giggled at
the looks of total horror and embarrassment on the faces of pastor Ernest
and Joyce.  And then her eyes fell on the pastor's trousers.  Although he
was trying to sit to hide it, there was the unmistakeable tenting of an
erection.  Jo, to her own surprise, found it quite a turn on to realize
that she could arouse even the uptight pastor to impure thoughts, and she
did giggle slightly.

   "Heavens alive, Jo" said Shelly in mock horror.  "Have you no shame
girl? You knew we were having guests.  Go put something on before you
embarrass us all!"

   She found the beachwrap in her room and slipped it on, realizing that
she was much larger than her petite mother.  It was just a wrap-around,
tied with a sash as the waist, but the garment only just closed across the
front with very little overlap.  A large amount of cleavage could not be
hidden.  It was also way too short, and Jo realized that their guests would
undoubtedly get flashes of her hairy cunt whenever she moved in her seat.
But somehow she was more aroused than embarrassed as she re-entered the
living room.  She could feel the disapproving and disgusted eyes of Joyce
and the lustful looks of pastor Ernest staring at her.

   Not surprisingly, the conversation was strained, and the visitors rose
to go as soon as it seemed polite to do so.  They expressed hopes of seeing
Jo back in church again, but Joyce's looks showed that she thought this
extremely unlikely.

   After the door had closed, Jo and Shelly watched out of the window as
the couple went to their car.  Joyce seemed really angry and was
castigating her husband about something.  He in turn looked sheepish.

   "Well, that's the end of one phase of my life.  I'll never be able to go
to church again, or even speak to the church folks.  Joyce will make sure
the story is wide-spread.  And I don't suppose I'll see them again".

   It turned out that Jo was only half-right!  She was never to enter a
church again except for occasional weddings, but she did see the pastor
again ...  frequently in fact.

   Just the next morning, Jo was on her own at home and getting some more
sun.  She played with her nipple rings and was surprised to find they had
healed well and the sensations with distinctly erotic.  She pondered on the
visit to Dr Clem that afternoon, and wondered what new experiences this
might offer.

   At this point the front doorbell rang.  She unselfconsciously went to
answer it in the nude.  It could after all be a test by one of her parents,
but in any case she was starting to feel horny and maybe it was a man with
a cock to serve her.

   She was surprised to find the pastor on the doorstep.  As she
half-opened the door, he immediately pushed it wide open and forced his way
in.  He put a hand on her breast.  "You whore!  You Jezebel!  You have made
me sin in my heart and be unfaithful to my wife in my thoughts."

   He had closed the front door and had hold of her arm now, dragging her
through the living room to her bedroom.  "The only way for me to get you
out of my system so that I can ask for forgiveness for my impure thoughts,
is to consummate this animal lust.  You must give me physical relief."

   He pushed her down on to her bed and quickly started stripping.  Jo lay
with her legs splayed widely open, and casually stroked her clit while
watching him.  She almost burst out in giggles and his body was revealed.
He was pasty white, with very little body hair, and his paunch was more
pronounced than when he was clothed.  His prick was at attention, but was
smaller than the two 13 year olds she had fucked the previous week, and was
enveloped in a fatty pouch from his belly.

   The pastor threw himself down on top of her.  He buried his face between
her lush tits, while his loins thrust frantically against hers without
finding her gash.  She almost giggled again!  Eventually, she took pity on
him and reached between them to grasp his little prick and guide it to the
right place.

   As he sank into her luscious hole, he continued to suck on her tits as
he thrust furiously at her.  Jo heard him murmur in between suckling:
"Mommy, forgive me.  I still want your milk.  I want to be held by you. 
Pleeeaaase Mommy".

   He did not last long.  Jo had not come before she could tell by his
spasmodic jerks that he was pumping seed into her womb.  As the spasms
subsided, he cuddled himself even closer into her bosom.

   But after a few minutes, Pastor Ernest suddenly leapt up.  "God forgive
me.  What have I done?  I have sinned.  You evil Jezebel, you have seduced
me with your sinful body.  You are not worth of God's grace.  You will rot
in hell for seducing the pure in heart."

   And with that he grabbed his clothes and shot out of the room.  A few
minutes later, Jo heard the door slam shut.

   "How could I have been so under the influence of that weak and silly
little man?" she wondered to herself.  "I guess I am a natural slut, and
that I won't see him again".

   But in fact, she was wrong.  For the next six months, well into Jo's
pregnancy and until Ernest was transferred to another city, he would appear
at her doorstep every 3 or 4 weeks, to repeat the performance.  Jo found it
a little annoying, but also rather amusing, and so tolerated his unwelcome
attentions.

   - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - For this day, Jo found she looked
forward to her session with Dr Clem later.  He at least would ensure she
had an orgasm.

   Jo chose a flared black minidress and a flimsy black crop top to visit
the psychiatrist.  She had to travel by bus, and was conscious of many eyes
on her.  She was really finding the exhibitionism highly arousing, and her
taut nipples were very visible.

   When she arrived at the consulting rooms, it was quite full, and the
receptionist told her she would need to wait.  However, the doctor had
prescribed a pill which she had to take immediately.  It was in fact a
cocktail of drugs which were both a tranquilizer and an inhibition
inhibitor.  The result was that as she sat in the waiting room, she leaned
back into the soft couch and her legs splayed open, revealing her bare and
hairy pussy to most of the other patients.  She could see people staring at
her, but it just aroused her further as she thought about soon being fucked
in the doctor's room.

   It was more than an hour before she was summoned into Dr Clem's room. 
By this time she was so turned on from the exposure that she would have
fucked him with the door open.  Without any foreplay, Dr Clem gestured to
her to strip and to bend over the arm of the couch.  He dropped his pants
and without any foreplay slammed his rod into her gaping pussy.  He slammed
hard and fast against her as she let out continuous squeals which could
undoubtedly be heard in the waiting room.

   As soon as he was done, Dr Clem buzzed his secretary.  "Send Mr Sher in
now." A moment or two later, the door opened, and the receptionist ushered
a tall, somewhat paunchy and balding man in his 60s into the room.  His
eyes widened as they fell on the naked Jo who was looking round for her
clothes.

   But Dr Clem would have none of that.  "Mr Sher has been suffering from
erectile disfunction.  I have given him a small dose of Viagra, and need to
see how it works under normal stimulation.  Come here", he ordered Jo,
"take his pants down and suck his cock."

   Flushing slightly, but now increasingly accustomed to sexual
humiliation, Jo did as she was told.  Within a few minutes, Dr Clem
enthused: "Fantastic!  That works.  He's as hard as a 20 year old ... 
aren't you Mr Sher".

   The older man nodded enthusiastically.

   "Right Jo ...  lie down on the couch and let Mr Sher try out his new
capacity."

   And so, right there in the room, and in front of the doctor, Jo let a
man older than her father lie down on top of her, spreading her thighs
wide, as he plunged his newly found erection into her body.

   "Ooohhhh.  It's been so long.  This takes me back to my youth.  She's
still so firm and tight, but so juicy."

   His voice became less articulate, turning into grunts and groans, his
face twisted in ecstasy, as he pumped his tool harder and deeper into her
warm pussy.

   At some point, the receptionist came into the room to put files on the
doctor's desk, and looked with interest at the rutting couple.  She had in
fact left the door partly ajar so that it was even possible that someone in
the reception room might be able to see.  They could certainly hear, as Jo
also built towards an increasingly noisy climax.

   The sheer exhibitionism of it all was in fact heightening Jo's arousal,
as she clamped her strong young legs around the much older buttocks
thrusting into her.

   It took Mr Sher about 10 minutes to reach a climax, and then with a
bellow he buried himself more deeply than before and emptied his balls into
the teenager.

   Dr Clem let them catch their breaths for a few minutes, and then
gestured to Mr Sher to dress and have a seat.

   To Jo he said: "OK, that's all for now.  Put on your top and skirt and
leave.  I need to speak to Mr Sher a bit more, and I'll see you on Friday".

   As Jo walked through the waiting room, her natural modesty re-asserted
itself and she blushed deeply, knowing that many there knew exactly what
she had been doing, and some had possibly even seen some of the action
through the half-open door.  It seemed to take an age to get to the outside
door and escape, hearing some chuckles behind her.

   - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - Friday evening was that date with
Gavin.  In the afternoon, Jo had another session with Dr Clem, at which
this time he brought in a 14 year old boy.  Dr Clem explained that: "This
is Sean.  His parents are worried that he has been molesting little girls
of 8-10.  It's my job to help him relate to older girls, and a session with
you will help".  So Jo resigned herself to again fucking one of the
doctor's patients while he watched and made comments.

   By the time she got home, she only had 30 minutes to get ready for her
date.  She had a quick shower, did her hair and make up, and had just
slipped on the cocktail dress when the doorbell rang and her mother called
to say Gavin was there.

   Jo nearly giggled at Gavin's reaction to her outfit.  His jaw dropped
and he could not pull his eyes away from her plunging neckline with the
clear swells of both breasts.

   At the party, Gavin tried to keep her to himself, but there were too
many other contenders for Jo's attention, and she was almost continuously
on the dance floor as hands blatantly felt up every inch of her body. 
Quite a few guys got her into dark corners for some heavy making out. 
Towards midnight, one guy even managed to lift her skirt and get his cock
into her pussy for a quicky.  Two others left with sticky underpants as Jo
rubbed them off.

   Around 1am, Gavin managed to convince her to leave with him, and he
drove her home.  She invited him in, knowing full well that Shelly would
peaking in somewhere, checking that she would obey instructions to strip
within 5 minutes (which was what Jo had been told).

   Jo offered Gavin a beer "while I get myself more confortable".  When
Gavin indicated that he should not drink any more as he still had to drive
home, Jo coyly told him: "Don't worry about that, you can stay the night
with me and go home in the morning".

   Gavin gaped in disbelief, not sure he had heard right, as Jo disappeared
into her room.  His gape was even wider when she re-appeared two minutes
later, stark naked except for the high heels which she had left on.

   "Wh... Wh ... What?  G..G... God!  What if your parents come down?"

   Jo picked up her own drink, curled herself on the couch and patted the
seat next to her.  "What are you scared about?  I assure you that they are
cool with this, as well as with my having friends in my bed.  My mom likes
you any way!"

   Nervously, Gavin sat next to her and tentatively put an arm around her.
She leaned in to him, pressing her tits tight against his body and kissed
him open-mouthed.  She had to pull his hands to fondle her tits, murmuring
"my you are slow".

   When the drinks were done, she stood and pulled him to his feet.  "It'll
be more comfortable in bed".

   He looked so embarrassed that she asked: "Have you never slept with a
girl?".  He shook his head.  "Have you had sex at all?" Again a shake of
the head.

   Jo laughed.  She was now the one in control.  She dragged him to the
room, pulled back the bed covers and lay back spreading her legs.  "Come on
... get undressed and join me" she invited.

   He was still unsure ... "You mean like naked?"

   "Of course, silly, how else can we make love?  Don't you want to?"

   With trembling fingers, he shed his clothes quickly and hesitantly lay
down next to her.  Then he sat up again and reached for his trousers,
feeling for something.  "Now what?" Jo wanted to know.

   "I'm getting the condoms from my pocket"

   "Don't worry about that.  I prefer bare skin on skin, and I don't have
any dread diseases."

   "Are you on the pill then?"

   "No ... too late to worry about that.  I can't get more pregnant than I
am!"

   "WHAT??!!!"

   "Oh don't talk so much, let's make love".

   And with that she rolled against him, resumed kissing him, and reached
for his rigid cock.  Soon, his nervousness vanished and he joined her in
tongue wrestling as his fingers played with her pussy.

   "Yes, now you're learning" moaned Jo into his mouth.

   She rolled him over on to his back and straddled him.  With a contented
sigh, she settled herself down on to his quite thin but surprisingly long
dick.  It penetrated into the mouth of her cervix to stimulate highly
erotic sensations which soon drove her wild.  In addition, as she rocked
she was able to massage her enlarged clit against the base of his cock. 
She could no longer control her screams: "Oh God, yes, I don't care if I'm
a slut!  I just want to cum and cum and cum ... Oh how I love a cock up my
pussy ... keep pumping ... AAaaahhhhhhhhh".  She pulled his hands on to her
tits, and showed him how to play with her nipple rings to give maximum
stimulation.

   Gavin couldn't believe how much better real sex was than masturbation.
His hand would never satisfy him again, but would he find such willing
pussies as Jo's.  He could only enjoy the moment as they came together with
further screams from Jo.

   They rolled apart and Jo turned out the light.  They slept for a while,
but within an hour they were at it again, this time with Gavin on top while
Jo wrapped her strong legs around him, as once again she woke the household
with her screams.  Four more times during the night until it was light they
coupled again.  Apart from going to have a piss, Jo never bothered to clean
up, so that by morning she had drying cum trails covering both inner
thighs.

   Gavin decided he was in love.  "I'll marry you and look after your
baby!" But Jo laughed.  "Don't be silly, you'll never cope with me fucking
all the other guys around ... but you can have use of my body whenever it's
free." He looked somewhat devastated at this casual response, but was to
make use of her invitation regularly over the next couple of years.

   - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - And so, just a week after entering
her role as sex slave, Jo had fully accepted that she was in truth a nympho
slut.  She was willingly going to submit to as many men and boys who wanted
her, and did not need to be coerced by her family.

   The next day, she accompanied Frank and Shelly to one of their parties,
wearing only the cupless bra, garter belt, stockings and heels.  She was
immediately a hit, and was amazed to find one of the deacons from her
church and his wife at the party.  She fucked him in the middle of the
dance floor as his wife looked on, before she disappeared into another room
with one of the men.

   Jo was also drawn into making porno movies, and continued to do so until
the last weeks of her pregnancy.

   It was agreed that she would give the baby up for adoption using a
private web site for a baby auction.  She was not permitted to use any
contraceptives, and within 6 weeks was pregnant again.  The second baby was
again auctioned out.  By her 21st birthday when her slavehood ended, she
was 5 months into the third pregnancy.  This baby she announced she would
keep.  She would also use contraceptives for a while, but would still go
naked at home and wear minimum clothing when outside.  So keep your eyes
open for a scantily clad young and sexy MILF pushing a stroller ... perhaps
Jo lives near you!  She'd be happy to entertain you - you just have to ask.







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