THE DEBT I was upstairs in the attic when my uncle and his four friends came to visit. My stepmother, Karin, was in the backyard, tanning. I was watching her through binoculars from my hideout, watching the sweat trickle down the freckled valley between her breasts as she rubbed tanning oil on her thighs, fingers quietly slipping under her suit to rub her pussy. I was startled when my Uncle Bill called to her from the back porch. I quickly moved back from the dusty window, although I knew my stepmother thought I was at t he movies. When I looked back out the window, Uncle Bill was going out to talk to Karin. I could see that see was as startled as I was. Her nipples hardened under the taut fabric of her swimsuit as she sat up and reached for her robe. Bill friends stayed on the porch, silent but for their leers. Bill seemed to sway as he walked, as though he were drunk. "I've come for my money, Karin," he said as he stood over her, "You're past due and I've come to collect, one way or another." "Bill, you know that I haven't got five hundred dollars in the house, or anywhere else for that matter." she stammered. She pulled the skimpy cotton robe around her, the thin material only accentuating her curves as she tightly clutched it. "Bill, honey, you know that I'm getting an advance from my publisher next month. Can't you wait..." "I've waited for this 'advance' for five months. How stupid do you think I am? Maybe I should just ask Hank for the money, or did you neglect to tell your husband that you borrowed money from his lowlife brother. It's time to pay your debt, bitch." Karin moved to rise, but Bill pushed back down on the chaise. Hank was my father, an executive whose business trips often left my stepmother alone and bored. During one of these trips, Karin went to Las Vegas with some of her girlfriends where she managed to lose quite a bit of money. I think she would have told Dad about this were it not for several embarrassing details. I found some photos her girlfriend, Jan, took that weekend. I was surprised that Karin kept them, but I sure she thought they were safely hidden. I had long ago found her secret places when I was an inquisitive teenager. I was 17 when my father married Karin. In the three years that separated these incidents I had discovered a number of interesting facts about my stepmother. In the box where she kept an antique ivory dildo were photos of Karin "entertaining" two young men. She smiled at the camera as a hand snaked up her skirt and another fumbled at the buttons of her blouse. In another, she was in her panties, cupping her abundant breasts as champagne was poured over them. In yet another, she sat naked on a couch, flanked by her two studs, legs spread. She was balancing a set of "groucho nose & moustache" glasses on her pussy and they were all laughing. No photos showed her engaged in sex, but these were damning enough. "Bill, please don't call Hank. We can make a deal. We can talk this over." Karin struggled to regain her composure as she searched Bill's face for the response she knew would come. "How much is your time worth, Karin? How much does your publisher pay you for that shit you call criticism?" Karin was an occasional contributor to an obscure national magazine. She made quite a show of going to galleries and hosting art parties at our house. "What does that have to do with anything, Bill?" snapped Karin, though she already knew the answer. "Let's see...," Bill mumbled, pretending to mentally calculate, "five hundred dollars...Five hundred dollars should be about five hours. I want five hours of your time, Karin." Bill's friends smirked and leered to one another during the exchange. Bill saw this and theatrically winked to them. Karin suddenly became visibly uncomfortable and shifted in the lounge chair. "What do you mean, Bill? Cut the crap and get to the damn point!" "This is the point, you slut. You will be mine for five hours, to do with as I please. Mistress, slave.. call it what you want, but you will do whatever I ask, willingly and without question. Who knows, maybe you'll enjoy it. I know I will." "What if I say 'No'? What then, Bill?" asked Karin in a final defiant gesture. "Then I call Hank and ask for my money. I might also mention the rumors I heard about that weekend. Anyway, the choice is yours. I'm going inside to get a beer. If you still dressed when I get back, then I guess that means you declined my easy payment plan. I would then have to look for my money elsewhere." He turned to face the house. "Wait a second, Bill. What about your friends and what if Charlie comes home?" she blurted as she grabbed his wrist. "If you agree, you're ass is mine. If my friends want a piece of it, well, then there is enough to go around. As for Charlie, maybe he should know what I've known all along, that his stepmother is a whore." Bill looked down at Karin and, as if to emphasize his point, slipped his hand under her robe and uncupped a breast. As he looked into her eyes he rolled a nipple to prominent erection. "It's all or nothing, babe." he said as he turned and left my stepmother. I smiled at the reference to me. I was a second year college student home for summer break. My father had been gone for five weeks and wasn't due home for another three or four. I watched Karin become hornier and more frustrated as time passed. At night, I could hear the ragged breathing that preceded her muffled cries of orgasm when she masturbated. I would look for her dildo the next morning in the secret place. The smell of her pussy and perfume clung to the aged ivory phallus, its velvet bed still moist from the previous evening. I watched Karin as Bill twisted her nipple. Her back stiffened, her breath caught and her legs parted ever so slightly. As he left, her eyes were fixed on his ass as she pushed the breast back into its cup. When Bill reached the porch he invited his friends to sit as he fetched some beer. Bill was an anomaly in his family, a man who shed his upbringing and apparently sought refuge in the lower classes. He existed on the margins, moving from one failed venture to another, never approaching his brother's success. His friends gathered the patio furniture in a semi-circle facing Karin and sat as if the curtain were about to raise. Karin stared at them from her seat, daring them to look at her. I could not tell if she was flushed from excitement or humiliation, but she draped her feet on either side of the lounge. The robe was pulled open by her spread legs, exposing her crotch to the admiring crowd. The mound of her pussy was clearly visible under the tight blue and gold bikini bottom. As her fingers traced a path up her belly to unknot her robe, she smiled up towards the attic. I was rubbing my cock through my jeans in near delirium by this point. Bill rejoined his friends, laden with booze bottles. He took the center seat, bordered by his disreputable associates, and surveyed Karin, her robe now completely open. "What's it going to be, Karin?" he lilted, nudging his friends as they snickered. Karin stood, shedding her robe, and said, "You have five hours, Bill. Use them well because they well be the last you ever spend in this house. What do you want me to do?" Karin was an auburn haired beauty in her mid 30's, shapely in a way that reflected her constant efforts at the spa. Freckles smattered her high cheekbones and disappeared down the deep crevasse between her large breasts. Her body shone with tanning oil mingled with sweat, a single large drop catching light as it slid down her flat belly. "I want you to strip, then sit in the lounge facing me. Strip slowly, bitch, because I plan to enjoy every minute of my time." Bill settled in his chair as he were a sultan and began to unbutton his shirt. In a fluid motion Karin undid her bikini top and tossed aside the blue and gold scrap that had fettered her breasts. They swung slightly under the release from pressure. Her nipples were large and rosy, encompassed by snowy triangles of untanned flesh. She returned Bill's stare without blinking. She licked her forefinger and rolled a large nipple between her moistened finger and thumb. She bent over to remove her bikini bottom, breasts wobbling in harmony with her movements as she stepped out of the swim suit. Her pussy had been radically trimmed, with only a single strip of hair remaining on the mons veneris. Her labia were exposed as she stood and discarded the now useless apparel. She posed proudly in the summer sun, the only sound coming from the bees as the hovered among the flowers. Karin straddled the lounge and sat. This posture caused here pussy to gape, exposing the coral and purple inner lips. "Now what, stud?" she asked with a hint of mockery. Bill sat in stunned silence for a moment. "Rub your pussy, slut. I want to watch you jerk off. That will probably be the only foreplay you get, Karin, so you better get that pussy wet." The men leaned forward as if to reduce the fifteen feet between them. "I want you to open your pussy, get your fingers good and wet and then rub your titties till they are dripping with pussy juice. I want you to rub your asshole and get it ready, because I might want to use it. I'll give you fifteen minutes to cum, or I will spank your ass." Karin slowly moved both hands down her stomach until her shaved pussy was framed by long red nails. She looked at Bill through half lidded eyes and leisurely slid her forefinger into her cunt. She drew a deep breath as she buried the finger to the third knuckle and withdrew it, glistening with moisture. While one hand spread her labia, she drew a fingernail across her growing clitoris. A shudder ran through her body that caused her tits to jiggle. The, suddenly, Part One of this story came to an abrupt end. Leave me a message if you want the rest. I will publish it if I get enough mail.