Pat would be leaving for the university tomorrow and hated to waste any of her time running errands for her shithead stepfather.

Her stepfather (Don), stepbrother, and brother had left earlier to start some paint-up/fix-up work at Grandmom’s house. Grandmom was away, so the work could be done.

It was arranged to have Pat stop by about 10 a.m. to see if any supplies were needed. She was to pick up and deliver whatever was needed.

What was arranged for today started to take shape months ago, and finally defined itself two weeks ago.

A few months ago when everybody was in bed, Don was watching an after-midnight adult movie on TV. He’d heard Pat arrive home from her part-time job. He continued to watch the show as he heard Pat in the hallway putting her things away.

He didn’t pay much attention to her when she entered the family room. She looked at Don and turned her attention to what Don was watching. The scene on the screen was a young woman undressing while being watched through an open window.

Don’s view was suddenly blocked. He looked up at Pat standing there blocking his view.

“I can show you better than that,” Pat exclaimed.

Don looked at her; she was dressed in a cranberry-colored skirt and blouse. “Oh yeah! Show me,” he challenged her.

Pat was taken back by the unexpected response and took a few seconds to form a response. She finally posed like a model, twisting and turning, showing off her outfit. She felt satisfied with her performance until she saw the disappointed look on Don’s face.

“You didn’t like my show?” She asked.

“Sure I did, but you said you could show me better. I’m waiting?”

Pat was cornered; she didn’t want Don to think he had the upper hand.

“Well?” He added.

Pat was challenged by his remarks. She finally began to unbutton her blouse while looking into his eyes. His eyes told her he approved of her moves as she removed her skirt and blouse. She was standing before him in her slip. She never intended to go this far, but the look on Don’s face watching TV had tempted her. Now she was committed to show more just to save face.

She didn’t look very sexy standing there in her slip. But the thought of what was beneath had Don highly excited. He was looking at her wondering how far she would go when she pulled her slip off exposing her not-so-sexy bra and panties. Don’s heart pounded as she reached back and unfastened her bra. Don couldn’t take his eyes off her high, firm breasts. He was overcome and wondered if she would take the panties off. One thing for sure, if she took her panties off, he was going to get some pussy.

Pat looked at Don for a few minutes while trying to make up her mind whether or not she should take her panties off.

Why not? If she stopped now, Don would think she was too childish. Better to do it and save face. Pat slid her hands inside her panty waistband. Timidly, she slowly pushed them down and kicked them off.

Don’s mind was racing, his heart pounded. He couldn’t control his hard, throbbing cock. This was the most exciting experience he had in years. She definitely looked better without clothes on. She was a fine piece, her tits high and firm, her pubic hair a trimmed, outstanding light brown triangle above a full, virgin pussy.

Pat stood naked before him, not sure of what to do now. She was ill-prepared to deal with the lustful feelings consuming her.

Don looked her over; his cock was throbbing. He had wondered about her but never dreamed she would be stripping for him. He slid his pants off and motioned her to come to him. To his amazement, she came and shyly stood gloriously naked in front of him.

Looking into her eyes, Don reached out and placed his hand on her hip. He slowly began moving his hand down her hip. He placed his other hand on her and slowly moved his hands down her legs. He pushed his fingers between her knees and pushed them slightly apart. His experienced fingers moved up between her thighs, moving closer and closer to her untouched pussy. Her pubic hair was charged as his probing fingers parted her pussy lips and stroked her slit.

Pat was in over her head now. She was alarmed; she couldn’t help noticing his long, thick cock. She never intended for it to go this far, just wanted to joke around a little bit.

Don was not going to miss this chance to put it to her. Before she knew it, Don was between her legs, pushing her down on the sofa. His cock was sliding along her slit, suddenly entering her tight, virgin cunt before she could utter any protest. He was driving it home, putting it to her. His proud, raging cock slowly plunged into the depths of her tight, virgin cunt. Don savored every sensation of her tight, clutching cunt. He was getting fantastic pussy from a twenty-year-old virgin. This was amazingly unbelievable; he thought about it but never expected to actually do her.

His raging cock popped her cherry and continued into the depths of her virgin cunt. He soundly pounded her, mauling her tits and taking her cunt three times over the next hour.

Pat regretted being so stupid, letting her stepfather take advantage of her. She felt responsible for what happened and made sure Don knew it would never happen again.

Over the next few months, Pat avoided having any contact with Don.

Until two nights ago when she awoke to find Mike on top of her, pulling her panties aside so he could get his hard dick in her cunt. She screamed and grabbed him by his hair, yanking him off her. Don heard her screams and rushed into her room.

She held tightly onto his hair, knowing Don would be pissed. You better take care of your creepy son out of my room, she shouted at Don. If you don’t take care of him, I will, she said, pushing him towards his father.

Mike was her stepbrother and a creep. Her brother, Michael, wasn’t much better. What one didn’t think of the other did.

Pat hadn’t spoken to Mike for the last few days. She knew by the way their friends were acting that they were talking about her. Pat was glad she would be getting away from them.

After the episode in the bedroom, the guys were not going to let her get the last word. The guys would have the final word.

The next morning, Don told the boys his amazing story about getting some pussy from Pat. “What happened in Pat’s room last night wasn’t right,” he said. “I’m not upset with you for trying to get some pussy, I’m angry that you got caught and didn’t get any.”

Don was of the opinion that boys were free to experiment with their fantasies. He asked Mike and Michael if they would like to have a crack at Pat.

The response was a loud and clear “Yeah!!”

“OK then, this Saturday we’ll get her to come to Grandma’s in the morning. No one will be there but us. When she arrives, we’ll show her who’s in charge. Like it or not, she’s going to do a strip for us. Bring the cameras, this one’s for insurance.”

Saturday morning, they left before Pat was out of bed. On the way, they picked up two of Pat’s long-time friends, Frank and Anton. They had unpleasant encounters with Pat before and wanted in on any action.

Pat decided on the way over to help that she would stop first to pick up her friend, Jean.

Pat and Jean had been friends since junior high. They had both been honor students and belonged to the National Honor Society. Pat had also been in Who’s Who in American High Schools. Both were also little hot bodies.

For the two years after high school, Pat and Jean took courses at a local community college. Jean would be entering the work world soon, and Pat was going on to a university. Pat wanted an edge to make sure she would maintain a high grade average.

Pat and Jean had a lot in common; the exception was their family life. Jean lived with her mother and father, and was the younger of two girls. Pat lived with her mother, stepfather, brother, and stepbrother.

Pat’s was two years older than her brothers, Mike and Michael. The boys were 18 and 19, both were finished high school, and not sure what they wanted to do.

Pat’s “better than them” attitude was the root of their problem. For now, she was going to enjoy Jean’s company.

Pat pulled up to the house and told Jean, “Come on in, I’ll only be a minute.”

They entered and walked into the living room.

“Well, do you need anything?” She rudely asked.

“Yeah!” We do. Come over here, and I’ll show you,” Mike’s dad ordered.

Pat walked over to them, obviously annoyed.

“What do you want to show me,” she asked in a sarcastic tone.

“Pat! If you don’t want your mother to know about us, you better show us your bare ass.”

It took a few seconds, but the look in his eyes told Pat what he meant.

She went bonkers! She tried to step back but realized it was hopeless to try to avoid them.

Jean watched, panic-stricken as Pat went through some mental struggles. Jean started to back away. Don saw her move, he said, “Sit down and stay out of it or you’ll find yourself sharing the stage with Pat.”

After several minutes of frantically looking at Don, Pat began to remove her shirt. Better to do it before they did it for her. She couldn’t speak; she was trying to get her breath.