For those of you who have not read any of what I have already chronicled about my wife I will pay you some background. I found my married woman when she was only xviii, working as a writing table. She was, and still is, beautiful. She has long thick brown fuzz that flows down below her shoulders. Her bosom are large, full, and natural with just a hint of sag. Each breast is tipped by great rung light-brown areola that forms big beautiful circles around her protruding strong nipples. Her tight tummy is matt and her ass is laborious and stave. She always keeps her pussy shaved, except for a small sphere of pilus above her clitoris. Her slit mouth are equally amazing. They are long, but not too long, and distend and open like a flower when she gets excited.

I, on the other hand, am a tall, thin, average looking guy, but I always keep on myself in well anatomy. My best attribute was my turncock. I am over nine inches long and am very thickly, all the way to the bulbous mushroom-like psyche. What my wife, and early women, always appreciates the most is that it never really goes soft. It stays around seven inches, even when ` flaccid', and hard enough to penetrate all but the fuddled holes.

This story is lawful, written from Carole's perspective, with some alterations like names and day of the month. Liberty was taken to meld some experiences so the level would not drag on. Everything that she does and everything that happens in this story has happened to her, in the way it is presented. Enjoy :

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When I entered high schooling, I looked like a tom-boy. I was still small in stature, with short brown haircloth, Brown University eyes and glasses. I looked nerdy. I had little A-cup breasts and narrow boy-like hips.

It was about that time, however, that I started to build up strange feelings and desires. I didn't understand the way I was feeling. I was horny all the time, but didn't really agnize it for what it was. Whenever I was alone, I touched myself. Touching sealed topographic point made me prickle, so I touched those lieu a lot.

About two months into my starter year, I got the braveness up to bid a boy over to my star sign after schoolhouse. My Dad, who was raising us alone after my mom died, was still at employment and both my brothers had sports after school day. I thought the boy, who was a year older, knew what he was doing, but he didn't.

We kissed and I got naked. He dropped his trouser and, when I reached over and touched his dick, he shot his wad. He was embarrassed and ran out of the house. I was alone and frustrated. I tried a couple more times with early boys, but without any real success. They were all too Young and stupid.

I finally got a boy over that I thought would be capable to fret my itch, but when we started to snog and take each other's clothing off, my Dad came home early. We were too engaged to see him, but he heard us.

Dad came into my room and yelled at the boy, who quickly pulled up his trouser and ran out of the house with my Dad following. I was still topless and trying to get my pants back on when he came back in. He yelled at me and then grabbed my arm. He sat down on my bed and bent me over his knee. His left arm went across my lower rear and held me down. With his right, he pushed my drawers down around my knees.

With his bare hand he started spanking my naked ass. I started crying from the pain sensation, as he alternated spanking each ass cheek. Eventually, he tired and his hand came to a residue on my bare butt.

Out of breathing place, he said,"What have I told you about having son over while I'm not home ? And what the hell are you doing ? You are way too Loretta Young to get down this."I just wept softly in response.

It was then that I felt something strange. With his script still on my defenseless ass, he squeezed lightly. Then he moved it around on my ass. His left arm came off my rachis and his hired man came up under me, across my bureau. His hand cupped my modest white meat. I could finger my pap harden in his helping hand. So could he. He squeezed my tit and then moved back and Forth River slightly, letting my hard teat rum over his fingers.

"Get up,"he told me. Still crying and now scattered, I stood. My Dad's centre moved up and down my body, actually checking me out. I didn't understand it then, but when I look back, that was exactly what he was doing. He stood and said,"Get dressed. You are suspended until I say so. You will not have any more boys over. Got it ?"

"Yes, Sir,"I sobbed, pulling up my pants.

The next day, Dad kept me home from school. He took me to see the Doctor, who was an old admirer of his, that morning. When we were called back, Dad told the Doctor,"I caught her with some boy."The Doctor of the Church smiled at me. I was totally chagrined."She needs to have an exam and tested to see if she caught anything,"Dad continued.

"okay,"the Dr. said."Relax. It will be alright. Have a buttocks out in the waiting area and I'll margin call you back in when we are done."Dad turned and left me there.

The Dr. looked at me for a minute and then said,"yield all your wearing apparel off and get up on the table."He patted the composition covered exam table."I'll be right field back."

Slowly, tentatively, I took my clothes off. I found a infirmary gown on a chair, so I put that on and sat down on the table. The Doctor smiled when he came back in. He walked to the side of the examination table and said,"You won't need this."He untied the textile ties that secured my gown and pushed it off one shoulder than the former. The scrubs fell to my lap. He pulled it off me and threw it over to the chair where I found it.

For the next couple minutes, he took the normal medical meter reading, like my temperature, my heart rate, and took some rip. Then he said,"Lay down."I did. I felt so vulnerable, laying there naked in front of his glaring eyes. He stared at me for a couple minutes with a huge smile on his face."You know,"he said finally,"I was your mom's Doctor of the Church as well."He seemed to reminisce for a minute and then he picked up the stapes and pushed them into the slot on the exam table. He took hold of my ankle joint and put them in the stirrups.

Stepping back, he looked down and look up to my naked consistence. He rubbed my tomentum with his bridge player and then moved it down my heading. It continued down onto my pectus, his fingers lightly moving over one of my nipples, and then down onto my stomach."So young,"he said, as his hand moved up the interior of my thigh.

He moved around between my legs and looked down at my vagina."Tell me the verity,"he said."Has anyone penetrated you yet ?"

Nervous and scared, I replied truthfully,"No."

Just then I jumped a little as he pushed his middle finger up inside me. He looked up into my face and smiled."You are still very tight. That's good."With his finger up inside me, this ovolo danced over my clit. There was a wonderful, almost electric, shock that washed over my body. Both of my mamilla instantly hardened. The Doctor smiled and laughed lightly."Good,"he said."You are going to be a lot like your mom."

The next respective minutes were both embarrassing and terrible, as he inserted instrumental role inside me and gave me a pelvic exam. When he was finally finished, he let me sit up. Still naked, a sat there, not knowing what to do. He put the stirrup away and then pushed a call release. He spoke to his secretaire over the intercom, telling her to send in my Dad.

Then the Doctor turned back to me and with a grinning on his face, he reached up and ran his hand over my aright breast. My pap involuntarily hardened again."Nice,"he said."You have some growing to do, but you will be wonderful."He rolled my tit between his thumb and index finger before letting go.

When my Dad came in, I was still naked and sitting on the mesa. The medico addressed him."She is fine,"he started."I will have the results of the rake trial run in a couple days. I also recommend you put her on the lozenge, just in case. The nurse will sacrifice you a distich sample distribution for while you get the preion filled. The pill won't be effective for about two weeks, so take in her closely."Dad frowned at me and nodded.

Finally the Doctor left and I got dressed. Dad took me home and made sure I took the foremost of the birth ascendence pills. I was watched closely from then on. Dad never trusted me. middling sure he was right not to desire me.

Two weeks later, to the day, late that night, I woke up feeling like individual was in the room with me. In the dark I saw him. My Dad was standing just inside the door staring down at me. I didn't speak. He saw that my eyes were open and he stepped forward towards me.

He was not wearing a shirt, only a twain of shorts. As he stood in front of me, looking down at my face, he slowly unzipped his shorts and then let them drop to the floor. It was the first time I ever saw a man completely naked. My oculus wondered down his body. He was still in pretty adept shape. His broad muscular articulatio humeri looked hefty and his stomach was still flat.

Even in the iniquity, I could make out his manhood. I was amazed at how big it was. It looked huge. Now I know he was a little bigger than average, but not a great deal, but at the prison term I thought he looked gigantic. It swung back and forth slightly as he moved. Behind the swinging putz was a orotund droopy set of balls.

Without speech production, he climbed into bed with me and laid down next to me. I was terrified, but didn't motility. On his position with his headspring supported by his left hand, he looked me in the eyes as he pushed down the blankets to reveal me. He kicked the binding down off the bed. Next he used his right hand to loosen the bow in the nominal head of my jammies buns. Untied, he slowly pushed my pajamas and my panties down. He stopped when they were both at my articulatio genus. His bridge player came back up and grabbed onto the tooshie of my pajama top. He had that up around my neck a couplet seconds later.

I was nervous, confused, and scared as his bridge player came down over my chest of drawers and rested on my flop breast. He squeezed small-scale firm dummy. My nipples hardened in his hands. I had no restraint over them. They just grew hard under his soupcon. I could see his smile widened as they did. His pinched my nipples lightly, twisting them between his thumb and index finger, just like the Doctor did.

Against my leg, I could feel his cock move. It grew and straightened, becoming hard as a rock.

His script eventually left my boobs and moved down my body. A 2d later I gasped in surprise as he pushed his big heart finger's breadth inside my vagina. He pushed it in all the way and held it there. Then with his thumb, he started rubbing my clit.

The notion was amazing. I was both panic-stricken and in Eden at the same time. I had masturbated many multiplication before, but when someone else did it to me, it was mind-blowing. I couldn't hold back myself from making belittled moaning noises. I looked up at him and he had a vast smile on his face as I started to cum. My entire body convulsed. I shook with a wild tactile sensation that I had never experienced before. I was completely overcome by the sensation. I didn't want the intense orgasm to ever stop.

Dad pulled his finger out of me and sat up. He moved over on the bed. I was still panting, trying to recover from the orgasm, as he finished pulling my pyjama bottoms and panties off. Then he climbed over me and pushed my peg apart.

He moved his torso up between my spread legs until the very tip of his dick was pushing at the incoming to my crocked vagina. Then, with a slowly but unfluctuating push button, he moved his cock up into me. The violation surprised me. It hurt, but at the Sami sentence felt magnificent. He didn't stop pushing until he was completely buried inside me.

My torso went mad. My pussy spasmed around his cock, constricting and releasing in agile succession. His optic went wide as he felt my cunt tightly squeeze his pecker. He just left it still, firmly buried inside me, enjoying the feeling, as he lifted my shirt and finished taking it off over my head.

Pushing himself up with his hands, he looked down into my brass as he started to pull his cock back out. Just before it was completely out, he pushed it back in. I closed my eye and just enjoyed the tone as he started to increase the speed of his thrusts.

Soon he was fucking me as if I was an experienced woman. He slammed hard into me with each deep thrust. Sometime in there I came again. As the wonderful flush of orgasmic pleasure washed over my physical structure, my pussy gripped him tight, squeezing him as he continued to fuck me.

It was then that I saw the facial expression on his aspect. He got a look of number pleasance. He started breathing heavily and his heart slammed shut tight. He started moaning,"Oh…oh…oh…"

Then I felt it. He exploded inside me. His putz swelled and pumped hot cum into me. When it stopped spurting, he collapsed on top of me. various minutes later, he got up off of me."Go strip up and go to bed,"he said. He left my room.

He returned the next night, and the following, and the future, and continued almost every Nox for the rest of my time in high-pitched school.

By the time I entered my soph year of gamy schoolhouse, my boobs had grown a little, growing to a 32B. I still looked like a tom-boy, with really shortstop hair's-breadth and specs and narrow boy-like hips.

I was a cracking deal more comfortable with my Dad fucking me by then, but I still went out to encounter boy from schooltime that would do me. The male child I found now were at least subject, but they weren't all that good. Most of them were very prompt to cum and didn't really worry about me orgasming. They were very much the slam bam, thank you ma'am form. But I was getting laid a lot. Dad still came into my room almost every night.

One day, I left schoolhouse too soon and came abode. I was by myself because the boy I was going to skip schooltime with chickened out. When I got into the business firm, I heard noise coming from my older brother's room. I snuck up to the door and peeked in.

Craig, my older blood brother by one class, was the big macho football hero eccentric. He was blonde, fair-haired, tall and muscular. Needless to say, he was popular with the ladies.

When I peered in, I saw that he had a lady friend in there and they were really going at it. The young lady, a brunette with really big boobs, was on her hands and knees in the middle of the bed. Craig was on his knees behind her, pounding into her hard and fast from behind. He was slamming into her so hard that her bum rippled from the impact and her big dummy bounced back and forth. Both of them were moaning and groaning as they fucked.

The both of them came at the same time. Craig's drumhead went back as he launched his cum into the fille. She panted and moaned lightly. When they were spent, they both collapsed onto the bed.

I continued to watch them. The two of them kissed and held each former tight until my chum broke unfreeze of her grasp and moved his face down to her chest. For the next several transactions, Craig sucked her big tits. Squeezing one with his hand while sucking on the other one. The missy watched him, with a big smile on her boldness, as he feasted on her tits.

I had never seen sex like this. Dad, and all the boys I had sex with, always did me while I was on my back. No one had really bothered to bring with my little boobs. I hadn't really realized that former positions were uncommitted. Looking back now, I realize how naïve and innocent I was. I moved back away from the door and silently left the house. Or so I thought. I found out later that Craig had seen me watching, but had just continued with his girl.

The next night, a Fri, Dad had to go on a job trip. Carl, my little buddy, got permission to go visit a champion for the weekend, so I was alone with Craig.

That night after dinner, I went to contract my shower. I didn't see it, but when I was in the cascade Craig cracked open the room access and was watching me in the mirror. well, until it fogged up.

I got out of the shower and dried off. I tied the big towel around my consistence and went out in the hall. There stood my big chum. I tried to walk passed him to get to my way, but he moved into the way, blocking me.

"What are you doing ?"I said, trying to press passed him.

"I saw you watching me,"he said, grabbing my wrist."You like what you saw ?"

"Stop it,"I cried."Get out of the way."

But he didn't move. Instead, he reached down and grabbed the corner of my towel and ripped it off of me. I tried to hang onto it, but he was too riotous and strong. He threw the towel to the mathematical group and then pinned me up against the wall. I tried to scramble, but he took both my wrists in his big bridge player and pushed them back against the wall. I stopped fighting.

He stepped back slightly and looked down my naked body."You sure aren't much to expect at, are you ?"He laughed a little. Then he leaned his head down and bit my go away nipple.

"Ouch,"I complained.

"Oh, shut up,"he said, pulling me down the hall. He pushed me into his way and then down onto his bed. I tried to scramble, but he was way too strong. He grabbed my arm and turned me over onto my stomach and then pulled me up onto my hands and knee. I felt him ball up with his shorts until he got them unzipped enough to expel his dick. Then it happened. He rammed his arduous turncock into me from behind.

"Oh, yeah,"he panted."Tight as fuck."His cock was different from Dad's. It was a piddling retentive and practically fatter. He grabbed my hips and started to fuck me hard.

The office gave me a completely different sensation. Almost every thrust caused his big hanging bollock to slap against my clitoris and the slant of his hammer felt completely unlike. But it felt wonderful. The piece of ass started to make me gasp and moving ridge of pleasure moved up my body with each thrust.

Craig fucked me hard and fast. When he started to get close to orgasm, he let go of my hips and on script grabbed my shoulder while the other snap up my hair's-breadth and pulled my promontory back.

I was in a sexual frenzy when he came. I couldn't control my panting and moaning and my stallion eubstance shook uncontrollably in XTC, except I wasn't cumming. He shot his hot load into me, holding himself late inside me until he was done spurting. Then he pulled out and crowd me down onto the bed. I turned to lay on my back.

"But, I haven't…"I started to complain. I hadn't cum.

"So what ?"he said, cruelly."I don't care."He laid down on the bed next to me and kept me pinned down. His face went down to my tits and he took a mammilla into his rima oris. For the following respective proceedings, he sucked and chewed on my punishing nipples.

When he was done, satisfied, he got up and went into the lavatory. I got up off the bed and picked up the towel. I wiped up the cum that was dripping down between my legs and went into my room.

It took me respective Thomas More academic term with Craig fucking me doggy-style before I learned that I can't cum in that location. The position drives me aright to the brink…but never pushes me over. Eventually, I would find out that rubbing my clitoris when I was in that position, or even better, getting the guy to rub it, was the sole way I could cum.

The remainder of my sophomore class I was regularly fucked by both Craig and my Dad. Neither one of them knew about the early. I was meddling and happy with the arrangement.

By my junior year I had filled out a short. My boobs had grown to a respectable 32C. I was still pretty skinny, but my coxa had started to get some shape. boilers suit, I was pretty happy with what was happening to my body, especially because boys were looking at me all the time.

Dad and Craig both appreciated it too. Both of them spent Thomas More time playing with my breasts while they were fucking me. Dad was still a traditional guy and always fucked me missionary, and Craig always did me doggy. I think he enjoyed the fact that I couldn't cum like that. The bastard would never let me play with my clit while we fucked. Dad, however, enjoyed watching me orgasm and would try to make me cum as many times as he could before he finished with me.

About half way through the year, Dad got a promotion at work. The only bad part was that he had to work night switching. What that meant for me was that Craig had all night with me and Dad would have me early in the dawning when he came home. I didn't get much sleep.

Late in the year, Craig had a graduation party. He came into my room after schooling that day and told me that I was going."I don't want to go,"I told him, not knowing what he had in mind, and not trusting him either.

"I don't forethought what you want,"he told me."Get ready or I'll hurt you."I knew he meant it, so I put on a pair of jeans and a sweatshirt. On the way to the company, Craig made me bring off my bra. I was very uncomfortable without it, especially because it was cold out and my mamilla pushed hard against the sweatshirt making them plainly obvious.

The party was mostly poke fun, with a few daughter here and there. Craig made me play along him around. As we mingled, everyone stared at my tit. In one way I was embarrassed, but in another them looking really turned me on.

I started drinking beer early and by eleven o'clock I had a good buzz going on. By then all of the couples had left, leaving me the only girl at the party with still a dependable identification number of guys.

Craig led me over to a grouping of guy cable that was sharing a joint. Craig joined in."Can I ?"I asked, my countersign a trivial slurred.

The man with the joint in his oral cavity looked at me and then said,"If you show me those you can."He looked down at my bosom. I was drunk enough to do it. I took grip of the bottom line of my sweatshirt and lifted it up above my tits. I held it there for a couple seconds, letting everyone see them before I lowered it back down.

"Whoa,"the guy said with a smiling."Okay then, here ya go."He handed me the junction. It didn't take practically before I was both high gear and drunkard.

I started to get a little dizzy, so I sat down on the couch. One of the guy cable came over to me."You approve ?"he asked, seeing that I was almost completely out of it.

"Yeah, I'm mulct,"I replied, lying.

"Yes, you are,"he said with a smiling. Reaching down, he took both my pap in his hands and squeezed them. In my daze, I just smiled up at him. Then he looked and saw my brother standing next to him."Oh, I'm sorry,"he said, pulling his deal away quickly.

"I don't give a jack,"my brother responded with a gag."Have at it."

The guy took it to heart. He took my manus and pulled me up onto my feet, which made my principal spin. I blinked and staggered a little as he moved around behind me. Reaching around me, he took both my knocker in his manus and started to grope me. He started grinding his crotch into my ass at the same time. When I could see More clearly, I saw that several of the early guy were watching him fondle my still covered tits.

One of the other guys walked over and said,"These are pretty nice."His helping hand came up under my tits while the former guy's hands moved down to my side. The guy in forepart of me started to act as with my breast, lifting them and then letting go to look out them bounce. As he did it, my nipple got harder. Everyone noticed."You like that, don't you ?"the guy said.

I didn't respond. I just gave him a drunken smile.

Then the guy behind me took postponement of the bottom of my perspirer and quickly lifted it up. I lifted my blazonry, letting him strip me. He threw my sweatshirt to one of the other cat and then leaned back in. He started kissing my neck as his hands returned to my tits.

His kisses and lilliputian collation sent shivers down my body as he squeezed my teat in his manpower. In my haze I noticed that all the other guys were closer in around me. I don't know who it was, but a guy started licking my left tit just under the nipple and then closed his lip around it. He sucked the nipple into his mouth.

Another guy moved in on my former tit. This Guy was not so easy. He opened his mouth wide and took as much of my tit into it as he could and then sucked hard. For the next several minutes, guys took bit groping and sucking my tits.

Eventually, Craig stepped in."okeh, time for me to take her household,"he said. Everyone moaned, but no one objected seriously. Craig was the grownup guy there and they all knew it."Where is her shirt ?"

"Here it is,"one guy said with a big smiling on his face.

soul had taken my perspirer and cut big trap in it. When Craig put it back on me, my tits popped right out of the hole. Everyone laughed at me. One guy started pushing one of my pap up, making it bounce.

"okeh, okeh, okey,"Craig interrupted."I'm taking her home."

"Yeah, you gon na play with them yourself ?"one guy joked.

"Like this ?"Craig said. Reaching around me from behind, he took my tits in his bridge player, pushed them together and squeezed. Everyone laughed. Craig put me in the car and ram home.

Dad was at work but Carl, my lilliputian brother, was at home. The flavor on Carl's fount when we walked in was hilarious. Hammered, I laughed when I saw his face. He was in jolt and couldn't look at his eyes off me. I stumbled into the living elbow room and sat down on the couch, never bothering to cover myself. Craig went into his room and then the privy and returned with a drinking glass of water and a humble pill.

"Here, require this,"he said, handing me both."It will sober you up quick."

Drunk and stupid, I took the pill. It wasn't fifteen minutes later that I was feeling the outcome. Within a half minute, I was on my rachis on the lounge. I was even silly than before. Everything around me was brighten visually, but it was like wasn't rattling. I could see, hear and palpate everything, but I couldn't coordinate myself enough to move or blab. Even though I tried, my body was like jelly, without muscularity, and my speech was garbled and barely audible. Craig pulled me up further onto the couch. As a psychometric test, he pinched my pap and pulled on it severe. I mumbled some gabled words, not capable to put words together in a sentence. He smiled and winked at me.

He put his deal on one of my tits and looked over at Carl."She has some skillful I, huh ?"

Carl just nodded. Carl was two eld untested than me. He was nerdy, tire deoxyephedrine and was the runt of the litter. His big blood brother, however, always looked after him.

"Come here,"Craig waved Carl closer to me."Go ahead, you can touch them. She doesn't mind."

Gingerly, with Craig's continual reassurance, Carl put his hand on my nude tit. The speck made my nipple harden."See,"Craig said,"she likes it."

This encouraged Carl, who then started to grab both of my mammilla. A couple seconds later, he had his hand's full of tit and was squeezing. I could see the lustfulness in his eyes as he played with my knocker, but I could do zilch to stop him.

Craig watched for a while and then he said,"Here, mark this out."He moved Carl out of the way and unsnapped my jeans. A moment later, Craig had pulled my jean and step-in off. He pushed his hand between my legs and forced them apart. Carl just stared at my pussy.

"Go ahead,"Craig told Carl."marijuana cigarette your dick in her."

"Are you sure it's okey ?"Carl responded.

"Sure, she likes it,"Craig responded with a smile.

Carl dropped his trouser in a photoflash and was on the sofa between my legs. I tried to verbalise, but it only came out in an intelligible mussitate. I watched as he maneuvered himself into space so he could force his punishing cock into my pussy. He rammed it into me.

All I could do was let him take me. I couldn't move or respond at all, but being used like that made me throb all over. Being helpless and taken was beyond marvelous. I just watched as he went at it. The look on his face as he fucked me showed his passion and lust. I didn't understand it but I loved the feeling that my body was being used to make a man, or boy in this guinea pig, go crazy.

He started fucking me so hard my tits bounced all over. He watched them displace as he fucked me. It didn't take him more than a hour before he came inside me. He panted and groaned, making all kinds of weird facial manifestation as he shot is load into me. Then, panting heavily, he got off me.

Almost immediately after Carl pulled his wet dick out of me, Craig pulled me off the couch and onto the story. I fell onto my face. Craig mounted me from behind as I lay there on my belly. A mates proceedings later, he added his shipment to his brother's. When they both recovered, they picked me up, took what was left of my perspirer off me, and put me in my bed.

Early the succeeding morning, I was woken up by my Dad climbing on top of me. I was almost fully recovered by then and my Dad's cock made me cum several clock time before he did.

At the end of summer, Craig went off to college.

That summertime, I started to let my hair grow. My tit filled out a little more and so did my coxa. I started to look more like a girl than a tomboy. Sex with Dad continued as usual, missionary each break of the day when he came home from body of work.

Sex with Carl was a different story. Carl was completely enamored with my tits. He developed, and still has, a major tit juju. He played with them every time he had a chance. While he was riding me, his mitt were always on them. It was during this metre that I realized just how antiphonal my nipples were. They would hardened and protrude at the firstly touching. Sometimes just the idea of them being touched, kissed, or licked was enough.

When we were out in public, Carl would always try to stymie me by running his fingerbreadth over my nipples and making them stick by out. They would turn seeable even if I was wearing a heavyset shirt or sweater. Carl not only liked looking at them like that, but he enjoyed everyone else seeing them as well.

Sex with Dad and Carl was frequent, almost constant, but I still had some time to impart home some boy from school. Counting the schooling boys, Dad and my fiddling comrade, I'd say on norm, I was having sex two to three time a day.

By the fourth dimension I graduated, I had become a good looking young dame. My hairsbreadth had grown down to shoulder length. It was thick and dour brown. I wore contacts instead of methamphetamine and my tit had grown to a very respectable 32D. I still wasn't eighteen when I graduated and my grades weren't really good enough to go to college, so I just stayed home and prevent house for my Dad.

When I did release eighteen, I moved out of the household and got a job. The first one I found was a secretary job at a small building position. I had two bosses, Dave and Rick and the three of us worked in a drone at the work web site. It only took a match of twenty-four hours before I caught them eyeing me up.

Early afternoon on the initiative Friday, Dave came up behind me as I sat and typed a letter at my desk. He put his men on my shoulders and started massaging them. I was youthful and inexperient and didn't know what to do, so I just let him continue the massage.

"Have I told you how incredibly sexy you are ?"He asked.

"No,"I giggled. I never really had anyone say something like that to me and I really liked him saying it.



"Well, I think you are amazing,"he said, leaning down and whispering in my ear. His paw moved down my breast and cupped my bosom, lifting them slightly in his hands. He started kissing my neck opening and rubbing my bosom. A chill ran down my body.

I guess he sensed right away that I was not going to object. He lifted my blouse up to over the top of my knocker and then went back to fondling my tits. Pushing his hands down inside my bra, he felt my naked tit flesh. My tit pushed out into his finger's breadth. When he felt that, he got more aggressive. He twisted and pulled lightly on the nipples. I let him do what he wanted. It felt wonderful.

What he did side by side, however, was not what I expected. He spun me around in my chair. When I turned I came nerve to face with his peter. He put his helping hand behind my head and pulled my face towards it. consider it or not, I had never really given a cock sucking before. I mean I had played with them, kissed them, licked them a little, but normally, all the sex I had ever had was a guy sticking his dick in my vagina and pounding away. I knew what he wanted, but I wasn't really sure how to do it, and I wanted to do it right.

Trying my effective, I took it in my mouth and started sucking. Before long, he took control of my head and started moving it back and Forth River. His cock basically started using my mouth as a puss. But then he started to get a little more exigent. He pulled my head harder into his crotch, forcing his rooster further and further into his mouth. He wasn't huge, but he was longer than average. I had never sucked a dick before, let alone a seven-inch one. But I let him control me. A pair off cryptical thrusts later, he rammed his stiff cock all the way into my mouth and down my throat.

I was surprised at how easily I took the entire thing into my throat. I didn't choke or gag at all. Strangest of all was that it felt right wing, like it was supposed to be like this, that he controlled me and used me. I didn't understand most of it, but I knew I loved it.

"Oh, God,"he started groaning, looking down in appreciation at me deep-throating him. He held still with it all the way in."Oh, God, yes…"he groaned again.

I couldn't breathe, but I held steady letting him see to it everything. Then his rooster started to twitch. I could find it get down to pump cum. Not sure what to do, I guess I panicked a little. I pulled my mind back and his spurting dick came out of my mouth and sprayed cum all over my face.

I stared at the spurting cock as it shot cum onto my facial expression. My very first facial. I didn't think it was gross or filthy at all. I liked it a lot. The hot cum splashing on me was wonderful. The tone on his grimace was howling. I was a little shocked by the suddenness of it all, but it was corking.

He looked down at me and smiled. Some of the cum dripped off my face and onto my blouse. I quickly excused myself and headed for the bathroom. I cleaned my grimace and tried to clean the cum that had dripped down onto my blouse, but it didn't all come out. The blouse was livid, so I was hoping that it was not that noticeable.

When I left the bathroom, I walked ripe by haystack, my other honcho, who was making written matter at the copy machine. He stopped me. On his expression was a big grin.

The stallion thing, of grade had been planned by the two guys, but I was just too Edward Young and naive to figure that out until often later.

"What's that on your shirt ?"he asked, pointing at the cum spots."Come here,"rick continued."Let me see."He ran his fingerbreadth over the discoloration, various of which, coincidently, were on my titty. His fingers stopped directly on top of my left pap."This looks like you have been a blue girl,"he said, pushing his finger's breadth into my breast. My nipple responded instantly to his touch.

"You can't wear a shirt like that here in the office staff,"he said with a grinning."seed here."Rick pulled me over to the water fountain and pushed the clitoris. He cupped his hand and filled it with water. I knew what he was about to do, but I didn't stop him in metre. The cold water made me gasp as he started pouring it from his helping hand down onto my pectus. He got another fistful and did it again. The H2O was freezing and he didn't stop until almost all of the front of my shirt was wet.

The blouse became gauzy with the water. My brown one shot areola were plainly seeable, even with the bra. kink stepped back and admired the purview."That's not any good,"he said."Tell you what, give me your shirt."He held his hand out."I'll see if we can dry it off."He stood there, with his hand out and waited."Come on, present it to me,"he repeated. He acted impatient and reached over and lifted my blouse up. For some reason, I just let him consume it off me. Then, without another parole, he reached around me and unsnapped my bra."I'll call for this too,"he said, pulling it off of me.

"Wow,"he said, staring at my big business firm naked bosom."Those are wonderful."I just stood there topless, not knowing what to do. Then he said,"I need a picture of those. Come over here."He led me back to the transcript motorcar."Put them on here,"he said, lifting the cover of the machine and patting the spyglass top. He took hold of me and guided me over and put my mamilla on the duplicator. He made respective copy, moving me around on the chicken feed, before he was glad with the crack."This is perfect,"he said."It's going up behind my desk."

He just dropped my bra and blouse onto the floor, and took me into his authority. He closed the door and pulled me up to him. He kissed me severely on the oral fissure. His hands wondered down my naked back and then around to my front of my waist. A instant later, my pants were down around my ankle joint and I was standing naked in his power. Without a word, he turned me around, bent me over his desk, and mounted me from behind.

I let out a minuscule moan when his prick pushed up into me. Grabbing grasp of my hips he started to thrust into me. He reached up and took hold of my bosom as they swung. Squeezing them operose, he made one last thrust forward and came trench inside me.

From then on, almost every day, one or both of them would train me into their government agency and bed me in their office. They had me wearing very revealing clothing to turn so they could"get a ripe look"at me. I was banned from wearing brassiere to work ever. Even when we had customer in the office, they would ready sure that my shirt was as surface as potential without completely exposing my breast."A minuscule bit of pap is fine,"Dave would tell me,"but not the totally thing."

I thought Rick was kidding about posting the copy of my mamilla behind his desk, but I was wrong. He pinned the written matter onto his corkboard and left it there as long as I worked there. Every customer that went in there got a good flavor at it and most figured out they were mine.

It was during this meter that I learned to really enjoy men looking at me as a sex object. I loved the fact that I could fag something that would make up them stare and lust for me. I also learned a lot about giving blowjob. Dave had me blowing him every day. Sometimes after sex, he would have me climb under his desk and drop time sucking on his spent cock, sucking his balls, or both until he was hard enough to fuck again.

The two of them also taught me a neat deal about different positions. They did me standing, sitting, facing them, facing away from them, on top, on bottomland, all form of different manner.

One of the most of import things I learned during that time was that I could not say,"No,"to sex. During the day, they would do me any time they wanted. I couldn't say no to them. If they wanted it, I wanted to sacrifice it to them.

I did try my best to extend doing my work and be a good escritoire, but many times I couldn't finish thing because I was giving blowjob or getting fucked. worry fact is that when my future Husband cry and set up our first date, I was being fucked on Dave's desk.

I answered the phone while I was set over the desk. I had a hard time not moaning while I was talking to him and I had a voiceless time following the conversation. I even had a hefty orgasm while I was talking to him. Even while my succeeding Husband and I dated, I still fucked my two boss.

Not long after I moved out, my Dad died in an accident at work. Craig came back from college for the funeral. Afterwards, the three of us returned to the menage to image out what to do. The sign was paid for and Dad's will pull up stakes it to the three of us equally, but Craig and I agreed to contribute the house to Carl so he had some stead to survive while he finished school day. But we also decided that we would go through the household and separate up some of the property.

expiration into different elbow room of the mansion, we started sorting stuff. I went to my old bedroom and started putting the hooey I wanted to keep in a atomic pile by the door. Carl was in the life room. Craig had gone into Dad's room and was going through the closet.

Craig yelled,"Hey, arrive here. Look what I found."He came running out of Dad's bedroom into the living room. He put a big box on the coffee tabular array and sat down on the couch. I came into the room and looked in the box. Carl sat down next to his big brother.

Craig pulled a big photo album out of the box and opened it up. The very start picture, an 8X10 colouring glossy, was of our mom. She was completely defenseless and standing in the George Sand at a beach. In the background there were respective the great unwashed looking her focus."Wow,"Carl said."Is that mom ?"

We were all pretty young when she passed away, but we all knew it was her.

"Yeah,"said Craig."Isn't she fine ?"

She was beautiful. She was unawares and thin with longsighted brown hair and a beautiful facial expression. Her most prominent feature was her big business firm set of boobs.

Craig turned the Page. The first half of the leger was full page moving picture of mom naked. It progressed from her just standing there, to her in sexual positions. My sidekick were almost drooling over them.

I was still standing next to them and looking from afar. Craig looked up at me."Sit down,"he said, with a demanding flavour. He moved over away from Carl and patted the lounge tail end between them. I knew this wasn't going to end well for me, but I did what he told me to do. I sat down between my brothers.

He turned the page. The next photo showed our mom on her paw and stifle, completely nude except for some red high blackguard skid. She was looking at the photographic camera and one of her blazonry was positioned further back, giving the camera an splendid eyeshot of her big dangling tits."She's often better looking that you are,"Craig said cruelly to me.

"Her pap are enceinte too,"Carl added, stating the obvious.

"You think ?"Craig responded, with a grin."Let's see."Craig grabbed the bottom of my t-shirt and lifted it up."Take this off,"he demanded. He already had it up above my bra when he said it. He was big and firm, so I didn't have much choice. I just lifted my branch as he pulled it off. Carl quickly unsnapped my bra, he was getting really in force at that, and pulled it off. So there I sat, topless, between my two brothers.

"Yeah, they aren't as nice,"Craig said, alternating his regard between the movie and me,"or as big."

"They're still fun to play with, though,"Carl said running his fingerbreadth over my give nipple, which, of course, involuntarily swelled and hardened.

The succeeding set of pictures progressed quickly from just mom naked into porn. The next photograph was of her, on a bed, with her branch counterpane and her fingers on her clit. Her snatch rim were swollen and red. They were parted open with a looking as she had just been used. Craig's regard went from the picture to me. I saw him get a big smiling on his face. I knew what was next.

A minute later, I was sitting naked between the two of them."Even her pussy is better than yours,"Craig said viciously. He was doing his undecomposed to belittle and humiliate me and it was working."Spread the backtalk,"he told me. I reached down and pulled them apart."Yeah, nowhere close as nice."

His watchword were really hurting my tone, but at the same metre I was getting aroused by his discourse of me. I didn't understand why him saying have in mind things about made me so hot, but it did. At the same time, Carl was still groping my teat were constantly. Unconsciously, I started fingering my own pussy increased the stimulation. Craig turned the page in the photo album. The next picture made me finger my button even more.

The next radical of flick had mom on her back, legs spread, feet up in the air, with Dad pounding into her. What was really concern was that the photographs were obviously taken by another mortal, not from a tripod or a stationary view. I'm sure my brothers noticed that too.

"What a soundly sport,"Craig said with a smile. He continued turning Thomas Nelson Page. After respective Thomas More on the two of them fucking missionary. The next set was mom sitting down on him, in what I now know is opposite cowgirl. From the way her tits looked in the picture you could tell that she was bouncing up and down on him.

Then in one of the pictures, the angle of her sitting on his changed. It was then that we all saw that Dad now had his dick up mom's ass.

"Oh, yeah,"Craig said. He looked at me and grinned an malefic grin. He stood, dropped his pants, and then sat back down. His cock was sloshed and pointed straight up in the air when he pulled me over onto his lap. Knowing what he wanted to do to me, I quickly positioned myself so that his putz would go straight into my pussy. I sat down on him.

"Oh, no, you don't,"he said, grabbing my hip joint and lifting me up. When I was up off him, he grabbed his prick and brought it back to the tuck tight opening of my ass. Then he pushed up with his genitals and pulled me down at the same time.

I gasped and cried out in infliction as his big dick forced its way up my flyspeck asshole."Please…"I begged."No…stop…please…"I looked down between my wooden leg and saw that he was in all the way to the balls. He held me down tight. My ass clenched hard around his rooster and I knew he could sense it spasm around him.

"Oh, yeah,"he groaned. Between the excitement and my squiffy clenching ass, the arousal was too much for him. He shot his encumbrance right hand up into my ass. The bump of his turncock caused me even more bother as he spurt his snowy hot cum up into me. I cried out again in pain.

Craig didn't attention. He left his hammer inside me until it shrank back down and finally fell out. When that happened, he pushed me off of him and went into the bathroom to wash off his soiled cock.

As soon as Craig left the room, Carl, who was naked by now, climbed on top of me. He pushed me back on the sofa and shoved his arduous cock up my pussy. He used my titmouse as handles as he rode me hard.

When Craig came back in the room, Carl was still on top of me, pumping away. He was moaning, really enjoying himself. I was still hurting, but the thrusting of Carl's dick was starting to micturate me forget about the pain.

While Carl fucked me, I watched Craig as he started digging deeper in the box that had the photograph album in it. He found a expectant round of golf metallic element can that really interested him and he ran off with it. A twosome minutes later, he came back into the living room with the can and an old projector that my Dad had.

Craig set up the projector as Carl finished with me, dumping his loading inside me and then climbing off. I just stayed on the lounge, not moving, when he was finished. Craig finished loading the projector and then went over and turned off the lights. He made me sit up and then he sat down adjacent to me. He turned on the projector.

On the way a movie started. It was my mom again. She looked beautiful in a sexy red dress and heights heel. The camera zoomed into her smiling face, scanned down her body and then zoomed back out. When it zooming all the way out, we could all see that there was a man sitting on the bed.

"Oh, this should be good,"Craig said.

Mom turned towards the man and smiled. The cameraman, presumably our Dad, moved around to get a English scene of the two of them. The man stood and approached mom. He wrapped his arms around her waistline, she put her arms over his berm and they kissed.

The man wasted no clock time. His hired hand moved up her consistency and he pushed the frock straps off her shoulders. He started to pull the dress down, exposing her big beautiful titty and continued to push it down until it fell to the flooring. With her standing there wearing cipher but her panty and high heels, the man leaned down and kissed her nipple.

It was about then that Craig reached over and took hold of my head. He pushed my face down to his cock. It still was not fully hard and smell, but I took it in my hand and started stroking it."suction me,"he demanded. I took it in my mouth. I could still watch the film while I sucked his cock.

The man continued to suck on my mom's tits as he pushed her scanty to the base. As soon as she was naked, the man stood upright and, with his hands on her shoulders, pushed her down onto her knees. Mom, put her hands behind her back, subserviently, and looked up at him.

Man, standing over her, dominating her, unzipped his trousers and dropped his pants. Out of his knickers popped a vast rooster. I had never seen one so big. Not only was it really long, but it had a wooden-headed calamus and a fat head. Mom looked really excited about it too.

The man pushed it down from its stiff upright locating until it pointed straight as her case. The camera zoomed in as she took the giant stopcock into her mouth and started sucking. She took More and more of it into her mouth until she had almost the integral thing down her throat.

Craig apparently liked the thought because he put his hand on the book binding of my promontory and pushed me down onto his now rock hard turncock. He didn't stop pushing until it was all the way in.

When Craig let me back up, I looked back over at the picture and saw mom on top of the man. She was riding him. She looked directly into the crystalline lens as the man started sucking her nipples. She sat up and continued to taunt him for respective min before he pushed her off him. She got onto her hands and knees and the man mounted her from behind. As he fucked her, he reached around and played with her big swinging titty. The man started to get more into it, pounding her harder and pulling her hair.

Craig pushed my head down again and held me there. His tool twitched in my throat. When he let me back up, I could assure the man fucking mom was close to cumming. He stopped banging her from behind and turned her over. He moved up her soundbox, straddling her torso, and pushed his cock up between her big tits. Mom pushed them together for him. His cock pushed up between them. She licked and sucked the head every time he pushed it up between her tits and up to her rima oris. It didn't take the man very long at all before he started to cum. The man used his bridge player to pump the cum out of his spurting tool and all over her typeface. The man got up off the bed and the photographic camera zoomed in on mom's cum covered face and then the movie went black.

After a minute of blank projection screen, another movie started. This one started with mom on the bed naked with two defenseless men, neither was our Dad. The sex started immediately. One man took her doggy-style while she sucked the other one. mates arcminute later, the two men changed positions. It wasn't long before they both pulled out of her, pushed her down onto her knees and puzzle off on her face. The moving-picture show ended.

I knew what my brothers were thinking. A minute later, they helping hand me between them. Craig was fucking me from behind while Carl rammed his pecker down my throat.

For the next two days they kept me locked up in my way. Well, I didn't really try to get away. Whenever they wanted, they came in and fucked me. It wasn't until I had to go back to work out on Mon morning that they finally let me go, but not until they both fucked me again.

When I got to work, both Rick and Dave had their way with me as well. That even, after work, was my maiden date with my time to come husband. When he climbed on top of me that night, he didn't know that he was going to be the fifth man to drive me that day .