For those of you who have not read any of what I have already chronicled about my wife I will give way you some background signal. I found my married woman when she was only eighteen, working as a secretary. She was, and still is, beautiful. She has long chummy brown whisker that flows down below her shoulder joint. Her bosom are tumid, full, and natural with just a speck of sag. Each titty is tipped by prominent stave light-brown areola that forms big beautiful circles around her protruding knockout nipples. Her tight belly is plane and her ass is tough and round. She always keeps her pussy shaved, except for a lowly country of haircloth above her clitoris. Her twat lips 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 stay fresh myself in good shape. My just attribute was my stopcock. I am over nine column inch long and am very blockheaded, all the way to the bulging mushroom-like head word. What my wife, and other woman, always appreciates the most is that it never really goes soft. It stays around seven inch, even when ` flaccid', and hard enough to diffuse all but the mingy kettle of fish.

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

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When I entered in high spirits shoal, I looked like a tom-boy. I was still small in height, with short dark-brown hair, Robert Brown eye and glasses. I looked nerdy. I had little A-cup titty and nail down boy-like hips.

It was about that time, however, that I started to develop unknown feelings and desires. I didn't understand the way I was feeling. I was horny all the time, but didn't really pick out it for what it was. Whenever I was alone, I touched myself. Touching sure places made me chill, so I touched those places a lot.

About two calendar month into my freshman twelvemonth, I got the courage up to invite a boy over to my household after school. My Dad, who was raising us alone after my mom died, was still at work and both my brothers had mutation after schoolhouse. I thought the boy, who was a yr older, knew what he was doing, but he didn't.

We kissed and I got naked. He dropped his pants and, when I reached over and touched his peter, he shot his wad. He was embarrassed and ran out of the house. I was alone and foil. I tried a distich more times with early son, but without any veridical succeeder. They were all too Danton True Young and stupid.

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

Dad came into my way and yelled at the boy, who quickly pulled up his drawers 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 joint. His left arm went across my lower back and held me down. With his rightfulness, he pushed my pants down around my knees.

With his bare hand he started spanking my naked ass. I started crying from the pain, as he alternated spanking each ass nerve. Eventually, he tired and his handwriting came to a rest on my au naturel butt.

Out of breath, he said,"What have I told you about having male child over while I'm not home ? And what the Scheol are you doing ? You are way too Danton True Young to start this."I just wept softly in response.

It was then that I felt something strange. With his hand still on my naked ass, he squeezed lightly. Then he moved it around on my ass. His go out arm came off my dorsum and his hired hand came up under me, across my chest of drawers. His hired man cupped my small-scale white meat. I could sense my nipple harden in his hired man. So could he. He squeezed my tit and then moved back and forth slightly, letting my hard nipple rum over his fingers.

"Get up,"he told me. Still crying and now confused, I stood. My Dad's heart moved up and down my consistency, 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 succeeding day, Dad kept me menage from school. He took me to see the Doctor, who was an old friend of his, that dayspring. When we were called back, Dad told the Doctor of the Church,"I caught her with some boy."The Dr. smiled at me. I was totally embarrassed."She needs to take an exam and tested to see if she caught anything,"Dad continued.

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

The Doctor looked at me for a minute of arc and then said,"Take all your apparel off and get up on the table."He patted the paper covered exam table."I'll be mightily back."

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

For the future couple minutes, he took the formula medical readings, like my temperature, my heart rate, and took some blood. 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 as well."He seemed to reminisce for a bit and then he picked up the stapes and pushed them into the expansion slot on the examination table. He took hold of my ankle joint and put them in the stirrups.

Stepping back, he looked down and admired my au naturel consistence. He rubbed my hair with his hand and then moved it down my top dog. It continued down onto my chest of drawers, his fingers lightly moving over one of my nipples, and then down onto my breadbasket."So vernal,"he said, as his handwriting moved up the interior of my thigh.

He moved around between my legs and looked down at my vagina."Tell me the truth,"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 boldness and smiled."You are still very tight. That's good."With his finger up inside me, this thumb danced over my clitoris. There was a wonderful, almost electric, cushion that washed over my dead body. Both of my nipple instantly hardened. The medico 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 afflictive, as he inserted pawn 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 stirrups away and then pushed a call button. He spoke to his secretary over the intercom, telling her to commit in my Dad.

Then the doc turned back to me and with a smile on his face, he reached up and ran his hand over my justly titty. My teat involuntarily hardened again."Nice,"he said."You have some growing to do, but you will be wonderful."He rolled my nipple between his thumb and forefinger before letting go.

When my Dad came in, I was still naked and sitting on the tabular array. The Doctor addressed him."She is fine,"he started."I will have the results of the rakehell tests in a distich sidereal day. I also recommend you put her on the pill, just in slip. The nursemaid will give you a brace samples for while you get the preion filled. The pill won't be effective for about two weeks, so watch her closely."Dad frowned at me and nodded.

Finally the Doctor left and I got dressed. Dad took me domicile and made surely I took the outset of the birth controller pill. I was watched closely from then on. Dad never trusted me. Pretty sure enough he was right not to trust me.

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

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

Even in the dark, I could pee out his humanness. I was amazed at how big it was. It looked huge. Now I know he was a niggling great than average, but not lots, but at the sentence I thought he looked mammoth. It swung back and forth slightly as he moved. Behind the swinging shaft was a bombastic droopy set of balls.

Without public speaking, he climbed into bed with me and laid down next to me. I was terrified, but didn't move. On his incline with his nous supported by his left deal, he looked me in the eyes as he pushed down the blankets to uncover me. He kicked the covers down off the bed. Next he used his right manus to untie the bow in the figurehead of my pajama can. Untied, he slowly pushed my jammies and my panties down. He stopped when they were both at my knee. His hand came back up and grabbed onto the bottom of my pajama top. He had that up around my neck a span seconds later.

I was nervous, confused, and scared as his hand came down over my thorax and rested on my right-hand breast. He squeezed belittled firm boobs. My tit hardened in his handwriting. I had no control over them. They just grew hard under his touch sensation. I could see his smile widened as they did. His top my tit lightly, twisting them between his thumb and forefinger, just like the medico did.

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

His bridge player eventually left my knocker and moved down my body. A irregular later I gasped in surprise as he pushed his big middle finger inside my vagina. He pushed it in all the way and held it there. Then with his thumb, he started rubbing my clit.

The feeling was amazing. I was both terrify and in Heaven at the Lapp meter. I had masturbated many times before, but when someone else did it to me, it was mind-blowing. I couldn't lay off myself from making small moaning noises. I looked up at him and he had a huge smile on his font as I started to cum. My full eubstance convulsed. I shook with a fantastic notion that I had never experienced before. I was completely overcome by the genius. I didn't want the acute climax 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 retrieve from the sexual climax, as he finished pulling my pajama bum and step-in off. Then he climbed over me and pushed my stage apart.

He moved his body up between my gap legs until the very tip of his pecker was pushing at the entrance to my tight vagina. Then, with a boring but unshakable thrust, he moved his cock up into me. The violation surprised me. It hurt, but at the same time felt magnificent. He didn't layover pushing until he was completely buried inside me.

My body went mad. My slit spasmed around his peter, constricting and releasing in prompt succession. His eyes went all-embracing as he felt my pussy tightly squeeze his shaft. He just left it still, firmly buried inside me, enjoying the belief, as he lifted my shirt and finished taking it off over my head.

Pushing himself up with his hands, he looked down into my face 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 feeling as he started to increase the focal ratio of his thrusts.

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

It was then that I saw the look on his face. He got a look of summate pleasure. He started breathing heavily and his eyes slammed shut tight. He started moaning,"Oh…oh…oh…"

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

He returned the following night, and the next, and the next, and continued almost every night for the rest period of my time in gamy school.

By the time I entered my sophomore year of senior high school, my booby had grown a little, growing to a 32B. I still looked like a tom-boy, with really short pilus and glasses and specialize boy-like hips.

I was a dandy deal more comfortable with my Dad fucking me by then, but I still went out to determine boys from shoal that would do me. The son I found now were at to the lowest degree capable, but they weren't all that good. nigh of them were very quick to cum and didn't really worry about me orgasming. They were very much the slam bam, thank you ma'am kind. But I was getting laid a lot. Dad still came into my room almost every night.

One day, I left schoolhouse early and came nursing home. I was by myself because the boy I was going to skip over schooling with chickened out. When I got into the mansion, I heard noise coming from my previous Brother's elbow room. I snuck up to the doorway and peeked in.

Craig, my older chum by one year, was the big macho football hero type. He was blonde, blue-eyed, marvellous and muscular. Needless to say, he was popular with the ladies.

When I peered in, I saw that he had a missy in there and they were really going at it. The fille, a brunet with really big boobs, was on her hands and stifle in the eye of the bed. Craig was on his knees behind her, pounding into her hard and fast from hindquarters. He was slamming into her so backbreaking that her butt rippled from the impact and her big boobs bounced back and Forth River. Both of them were moaning and groaning as they fucked.

The both of them came at the same time. Craig's head went back as he launched his cum into the girl. 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 other tight until my brother broke unloose of her grasp and moved his face down to her chest. For the next various minutes, Craig sucked her big tits. Squeezing one with his mitt while sucking on the other one. The girl watched him, with a big smiling on her look, as he feasted on her tits.

I had never seen sex like this. Dad, and all the boy I had sex with, always did me while I was on my dorsum. No one had really bothered to play with my fiddling titty. I hadn't really realized that other positions were available. Looking back now, I realize how naïve and ingenuous 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 Friday, Dad had to go on a patronage misstep. Carl, my fiddling brother, got permit to go travel to a friend for the weekend, so I was alone with Craig.

That Nox after dinner, I went to bring my shower. I didn't see it, but when I was in the shower Craig cracked open the threshold and was watching me in the mirror. Well, until it fogged up.

I got out of the exhibitor and dried off. I tied the big towel around my body and went out in the hallway. There suffer my big blood brother. I tried to walk passed him to get to my room, but he moved into the way, blocking me.

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

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

"plosive consonant it,"I cried."Get out of the way."

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

He stepped back slightly and looked down my naked organic structure."You sure aren't much to look at, are you ?"He laughed a slight. Then he leaned his fountainhead down and bit my left nipple.

"Ouch,"I complained.

"Oh, shut up,"he said, pulling me down the residence hall. He pushed me into his room and then down onto his bed. I tried to struggle, but he was way too strong. He grabbed my arm and turned me over onto my venter and then pulled me up onto my hands and knees. I felt him fumble with his shorts until he got them unzipped enough to release his pecker. Then it happened. He rammed his unvoiced rooster into me from behind.

"Oh, yeah,"he panted."Tight as fuck."His rooster was different from Dad's. It was a picayune longer and very much fatter. He grabbed my hips and started to eff me hard.

The place gave me a completely different whizz. Almost every thrust caused his big dangling bollock to slap against my clitoris and the angle of his cock felt completely different. But it felt wondrous. The fucking started to make me gasp and waving of pleasure moved up my body with each thrust.

Craig fucked me intemperate and fast. When he started to get close to orgasm, he let go of my rosehip and on script grabbed my shoulder while the early catch my hairsbreadth and pulled my head back.

I was in a intimate frenzy when he came. I couldn't ascendance my panting and moaning and my entire soundbox shook uncontrollably in ecstasy, except I wasn't cumming. He shot his hot load into me, holding himself deep inside me until he was done spurting. Then he pulled out and pushed 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 mouth. For the next respective moment, he sucked and chewed on my hard nipples.

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

It took me various more sessions with Craig fucking me doggy-style before I learned that I can't cum in that placement. The position drives me properly to the brink…but never pushes me over. Eventually, I would learn that rubbing my clit when I was in that position, or even salutary, getting the guy to rub it, was the only way I could cum.

The relief of my soph year I was regularly fucked by both Craig and my Dad. Neither one of them knew about the other. I was busy and glad with the arrangement.

By my junior yr I had filled out a picayune. My pinhead had grown to a goodish 32C. I was still pretty skinny, but my pelvic girdle had started to get some human body. overall, I was pretty happy with what was happening to my body, especially because male child were looking at me all the time.

Dad and Craig both appreciated it too. Both of them spent to a greater extent 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 climax and would try to make me cum as many fourth dimension as he could before he finished with me.

About half way through the yr, Dad got a promotion at work. The but bad part was that he had to shape night duty period. What that meant for me was that Craig had all night with me and Dad would postulate me early in the morning when he came place. I didn't get much sleep.

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

"I don't aid what you want,"he told me."Get gear up or I'll distress you."I knew he meant it, so I put on a pair of denim and a sweatshirt. On the way to the party, Craig made me take off my bra. I was very uncomfortable without it, especially because it was cold out and my mammilla pushed hard against the sweatshirt making them plainly obvious.

The party was mostly Guy, with a few girls here and there. Craig made me comply him around. As we mingled, everyone stared at my nipple. 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 duad had left, leaving me the only girl at the party with still a honest number of guys.

Craig led me over to a group of guys that was sharing a reefer. Craig joined in."Can I ?"I asked, my words a little slurred.

The man with the joint in his mouth looked at me and then said,"If you show me those you can."He looked down at my tits. I was drunk enough to do it. I took detainment of the buns seam of my sweatshirt and lifted it up above my tits. I held it there for a brace 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 joint. It didn't take much before I was both high and drunk.

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

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

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

"I don't apply a Irish bull,"my chum responded with a laughter."Have at it."

The guy took it to substance. He took my hands and pulled me up onto my pes, which made my point spin. I blinked and staggered a little as he moved around behind me. Reaching around me, he took both my titmouse in his hired man and started to fumble me. He started grinding his genital organ into my ass at the same time. When I could see more clearly, I saw that respective of the other guy rope were watching him caress my still covered tits.

One of the other guys walked over and said,"These are pretty nice."His hands came up under my nipple while the other guy's hands moved down to my face. The guy in movement of me started to dally with my tits, lifting them and then letting go to watch them bounce. As he did it, my mammilla 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 storage area of the seat of my jumper and quickly lifted it up. I lifted my arms, letting him clean me. He threw my sweatshirt to one of the former guy wire and then leaned back in. He started kissing my neck as his hands returned to my tits.

His kiss and short bites sent shivers down my eubstance as he squeezed my tits in his hands. In my fog 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 bequeath tit just under the nipple and then closed his mouth around it. He sucked the tit into his mouth.

Another guy moved in on my other tit. This guys was not so assuage. He opened his sass astray and took as a lot of my tit into it as he could and then sucked grueling. For the following several minutes, guy took turns groping and sucking my tits.

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

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

Someone had taken my sweater and cut big fix in it. When Craig put it back on me, my tits popped aright out of the holes. Everyone laughed at me. One guy started pushing one of my tits up, making it bounce.

"Okay, okay, 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 titty in his hands, pushed them together and squeezed. Everyone laughed. Craig put me in the car and labor home.

Dad was at work but Carl, my little brother, was at home. The look on Carl's face when we walked in was uproarious. Hammered, I laughed when I saw his nerve. He was in shock and couldn't take his eyes off me. I stumbled into the living room and sat down on the couch, never bothering to cover myself. Craig went into his elbow room and then the lavatory and returned with a ice of water and a small pill.

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

Drunk and unintelligent, I took the pill. It wasn't fifteen minute later that I was feeling the gist. Within a half time of day, I was on my spinal column on the lounge. I was even dizzier than before. Everything around me was clear visually, but it was like wasn't material. I could see, get a line and feel everything, but I couldn't coordinate myself enough to move or blab out. Even though I tried, my body was like jelly, without muscles, and my speech was garbled and barely audible. Craig pulled me up further onto the sofa. As a mental testing, he pinched my nipple and pulled on it hard. I mumbled some gabled words, not capable to put word of honor together in a sentence. He smiled and winked at me.

He put his hand on one of my tits and looked over at Carl."She has some nice single, huh ?"

Carl just nodded. Carl was two years younger than me. He was nerdy, wore glasses and was the runt of the litter. His big sidekick, however, always looked after him.

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

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

This encouraged Carl, who then started to grab both of my tits. A twain seconds later, he had his handwriting's full of tit and was squeezing. I could see the lust in his centre as he played with my tits, but I could do nothing to end him.

Craig watched for a while and then he said,"Here, check this out."He moved Carl out of the way and unsnapped my jeans. A minute later, Craig had pulled my blue jean and panties off. He pushed his hand between my ramification and forced them apart. Carl just stared at my pussy.

"Go ahead,"Craig told Carl."Stick your putz in her."

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

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

Carl dropped his pant in a flash bulb and was on the couch between my legs. I tried to speak, but it only came out in an intelligible mutter. I watched as he maneuvered himself into station so he could agitate his strong putz into my pussy. He rammed it into me.

All I could do was let him demand me. I couldn't movement or respond at all, but being used like that made me shiver all over. Being helpless and taken was beyond tremendous. 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 constitute a man, or boy in this pillowcase, go crazy.

He started fucking me so hard my tit bounced all over. He watched them make a motion as he fucked me. It didn't take him more than a second before he came inside me. He panted and groaned, making all kinds of Weird facial nerve expressions 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 lounge and onto the floor. I fell onto my cheek. Craig mounted me from behind as I lay there on my stomach. A couple minutes later, he added his consignment to his blood brother's. When they both recovered, they picked me up, took what was left of my jumper off me, and put me in my bed.

Early the next cockcrow, 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 times before he did.

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

That summer, I started to let my fuzz grow. My boobs filled out a little more and so did my rosehip. I started to look more like a miss than a tomboy. Sex with Dad continued as common, missionary each morning when he came home from work.

Sex with Carl was a different tarradiddle. Carl was completely enamored with my titty. He developed, and still has, a John Roy Major tit fetish. He played with them every time he had a chance. While he was riding me, his hands were always on them. It was during this meter that I realized just how responsive my nipples were. They would hardened and protrude at the offset sense of touch. Sometimes just the idea of them being touched, kissed, or licked was enough.

When we were out in world, Carl would always try to block me by running his fingers over my nipples and making them stick around out. They would become visible even if I was wearing a deep 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 sponsor, almost ceaseless, but I still had some time to bring home some boys from schooling. Counting the school boy, Dad and my small comrade, I'd say on average, I was having sex two to three multiplication a day.

By the prison term I graduated, I had become a good looking immature lady. My hair had grown down to shoulder length. It was duncish and dismal Brown. I wore inter-group communication instead of deoxyephedrine and my teat had grown to a very respectable 32D. I still wasn't XVIII when I graduated and my tier weren't really good enough to go to college, so I just stayed place and proceed house for my Dad.

When I did become eighteen, I moved out of the house and got a job. The first one I found was a secretarial assistant job at a small construction power. I had two bosses, Dave and rick and the three of us worked in a trailer at the work site. It only took a duad of twenty-four hour period before I caught them eyeing me up.

Early afternoon on the first Friday, Dave came up behind me as I sat and typed a alphabetic character at my desk. He put his script on my shoulders and started massaging them. I was young and inexperienced and didn't know what to do, so I just let him go along 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 men moved down my chest and cupped my boobs, lifting them slightly in his hands. He started kissing my neck and rubbing my tits. A tingle 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 boob and then went back to fondling my breast. Pushing his hands down inside my bra, he felt my au naturel tit flesh. My tit pushed out into his finger's breadth. When he felt that, he got more belligerent. He twisted and pulled lightly on the nipples. I let him do what he wanted. It felt wonderful.

What he did succeeding, however, was not what I expected. He spun me around in my chair. When I turned I came typeface to case with his cock. He put his script behind my oral sex and pulled my human face towards it. think it or not, I had never really given a blowjob 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 practiced, I took it in my mouth and started sucking. Before long, he took control of my header and started moving it back and forth. His cock basically started using my oral fissure as a cunt. But then he started to get a little more crying. He pulled my head harder into his private parts, forcing his cock further and further into his mouth. He wasn't huge, but he was yearner than average. I had never sucked a dick before, let alone a seven-inch one. But I let him assure me. A dyad deep thrust later, he rammed his remains 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, like it was supposed to be like this, that he controlled me and used me. I didn't understand nigh of it, but I knew I loved it.

"Oh, God,"he started groaning, looking down in admiration 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 regular letting him manipulate everything. Then his tool started to twitch. I could finger it come out to pump cum. Not sure what to do, I guess I panicked a little. I pulled my head back and his spurting shaft 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 of all seventh cranial nerve. I didn't think it was double-dyed or cruddy at all. I liked it a lot. The hot cum splashing on me was terrific. The looking on his expression was howling. I was a little shocked by the suddenness of it all, but it was with child.

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 can. I cleaned my face and tried to houseclean the cum that had dripped down onto my blouse, but it didn't all come out. The blouse was white, so I was hoping that it was not that noticeable.

When I left the bathroom, I walked rightfield by haystack, my former party boss, who was making copies at the transcript motorcar. He stopped me. On his face was a big grin.

The entire matter, of course had been planned by the two guys, but I was just too Whitney Young and naive to figure that out until a good deal later.

"What's that on your shirt ?"he asked, pointing at the cum spots."semen here,"Rick continued."Let me see."He ran his finger over the grease, several of which, coincidently, were on my dummy. His fingers stopped directly on top of my left nipple."This looks like you have been a naughty girl,"he said, pushing his finger into my titty. My tit responded instantly to his touch.

"You can't wear a shirt like that here in the place,"he said with a grin."come here."wrick pulled me over to the water supply natural spring and pushed the push button. He cupped his helping hand and filled it with H2O. I knew what he was about to do, but I didn't stop him in time. The cold piddle made me gasp as he started pouring it from his hand down onto my bureau. He got another handful and did it again. The weewee was freezing and he didn't full point until almost all of the strawman of my shirt was wet.

The blouse became transparent with the water. My brown cycle ring of color were plainly visible, even with the bra. crick stepped back and admired the prospect."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, render it to me,"he repeated. He acted impatient and reached over and lifted my blouse up. For some reason, I just let him subscribe to it off me. Then, without another word, he reached around me and unsnapped my bra."I'll take this too,"he said, pulling it off of me.

"Wow,"he said, staring at my big firm naked knocker."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 copy machine."Put them on here,"he said, lifting the covert of the machine and patting the deoxyephedrine top. He took hold of me and guided me over and put my tits on the copier. He made several copies, moving me around on the crank, before he was happy with the shot."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 agency. He closed the door and pulled me up to him. He kissed me hard on the oral fissure. His hands wondered down my bare back and then around to my front of my waist. A minute later, my pants were down around my ankles and I was standing naked in his power. Without a word, he turned me around, deflect me over his desk, and mounted me from behind.

I let out a diminished groan when his cock pushed up into me. Grabbing hold of my hips he started to force into me. He reached up and took hold of my tit as they swung. Squeezing them hard, he made one last thrust forward and came deep inside me.

From then on, almost every day, one or both of them would adopt me into their bureau and be intimate me in their office. They had me wearing very revealing clothing to work so they could"get a good look"at me. I was banned from wearing bras to work ever. Even when we had client in the part, they would make sure that my shirt was as open as potential without completely exposing my pectus."A little bit of nipple is very well,"Dave would assure me,"but not the all thing."

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

It was during this prison term that I learned to really love men looking at me as a sex object. I loved the fact that I could fag something that would make 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 spend time sucking on his spent cock, sucking his orchis, or both until he was hard enough to fuck again.

The two of them also taught me a great deal about unlike positioning. They did me standing, sitting, facing them, facing away from them, on top, on bottom, all sort of different ways.

One of the most important 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 hold it to them.

I did try my best to retain doing my study and be a commodity writing table, but many times I couldn't finish affair because I was giving blowjob or getting fucked. worry fact is that when my future hubby call and set up our first base date, I was being fucked on Dave's desk.

I answered the telephone while I was bent over the desk. I had a tough clip not moaning while I was talking to him and I had a hard time following the conversation. I even had a powerful orgasm while I was talking to him. Even while my future Husband and I dated, I still fucked my two political boss.

Not long after I moved out, my Dad died in an accident at piece of work. Craig came back from college for the funeral. Afterwards, the three of us returned to the star sign to cipher out what to do. The house was paid for and Dad's will get out it to the three of us equally, but Craig and I agreed to impart the house to Carl so he had some berth to live while he finished school. But we also decided that we would go through the planetary house and split up some of the property.

expiration into dissimilar rooms of the theater, we started sorting stuff and nonsense. I went to my old bedroom and started putting the stuff I wanted to keep in a agglomerate by the room access. Carl was in the aliveness room. Craig had gone into Dad's elbow room and was going through the closet.

Craig yelled,"Hey, come here. Look what I found."He came running out of Dad's bedroom into the livelihood room. He put a big box on the coffee table 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 first picture, an 8X10 people of color slick, was of our mom. She was completely raw and standing in the grit at a beach. In the backcloth there were respective people looking her direction."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 shortsighted and slenderize with longsighted brown hairsbreadth and a beautiful expression. Her most prominent feature was her big firm set of boobs.

Craig turned the Thomas Nelson Page. The initiative half of the book was full Page picture show of mom naked. It progressed from her just standing there, to her in sexual place. My brothers were almost drooling over them.

I was still standing following to them and looking from afar. Craig looked up at me."Sit down,"he said, with a demanding tone. He moved over away from Carl and patted the sofa seat 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 picture showed our mom on her hand and human knee, completely nude except for some red high heel shoes. She was looking at the television camera and one of her arms was positioned further back, giving the television camera an fantabulous thought of her big suspension nipple."She's lots better looking that you are,"Craig said cruelly to me.

"Her tits are great too,"Carl added, stating the obvious.

"You think ?"Craig responded, with a smile."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 potent, so I didn't have very much choice. I just lifted my arms as he pulled it off. Carl quickly unsnapped my bra, he was getting really goodness 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 flick and me,"or as big."

"They're still fun to play with, though,"Carl said running his fingers over my left teat, which, of grade, involuntarily swelled and hardened.

The next set of characterisation progressed quickly from just mom naked into pornography. The adjacent exposure was of her, on a bed, with her wooden leg paste and her fingers on her clit. Her pussy lips were swollen and red. They were parted open with a look as she had just been used. Craig's gaze went from the photograph to me. I saw him get a big smile on his face. I knew what was next.

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

His words were really hurting my feelings, but at the Lapp metre I was getting aroused by his treatment of me. I didn't understand why him saying mean things about made me so hot, but it did. At the same time, Carl was still groping my tits were constantly. Unconsciously, I started fingering my own slit increased the input. Craig turned the pageboy in the photo album. The succeeding mental picture made me finger my clit even more.

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

"What a good sport,"Craig said with a grinning. He continued turning pages. After respective more than on the two of them fucking missioner. The next set was mom sitting down on him, in what I now know is reverse cowgirl. From the way her tit looked in the photos you could tell that she was bouncing up and down on him.

Then in one of the motion-picture show, 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 evil grin. He stood, dropped his drawers, and then sat back down. His cock was sozzled 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 gumshoe would go straight into my pussy. I sat down on him.

"Oh, no, you don't,"he said, grabbing my pelvic girdle and lifting me up. When I was up off him, he grabbed his shaft and brought it back to the cockle tight chess opening of my ass. Then he pushed up with his crotch and pulled me down at the same time.

I gasped and cried out in bother as his big dick forced its way up my tiny prick."Please…"I begged."No…stop…please…"I looked down between my leg and saw that he was in all the way to the chunk. He held me down tight. My ass clenched hard around his cock and I knew he could palpate it spasm around him.

"Oh, yeah,"he groaned. Between the exhilaration and my soaked clenching ass, the stimulation was too much for him. He shot his loading right up into my ass. The lump of his shaft caused me even more pain as he spurt his white hot cum up into me. I cried out again in pain.

Craig didn't care. He left his tool 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 out off his colly cock.

As soon as Craig left the way, Carl, who was naked by now, climbed on top of me. He pushed me back on the couch and shoved his hard cock up my pussy. He used my breast as hold 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 poke of Carl's peter 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 photo album in it. He found a large rung metallic element can that really interested him and he ran off with it. A duo proceedings later, he came back into the living way with the can and an old projector that my Dad had.

Craig set up the projector as Carl finished with me, dumping his onus inside me and then climbing off. I just stayed on the couch, 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 side by side to me. He turned on the projector.

On the way a film started. It was my mom again. She looked beautiful in a sexy red dress and high heel. The photographic camera zoomed into her smiling face, scanned down her organic structure 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 commodity,"Craig said.

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

The man wasted no clock time. His hands moved up her body and he pushed the dress straps off her shoulders. He started to pull the dress down, exposing her big beautiful breast and continued to push it down until it fell to the floor. With her standing there wearing zero but her panties and luxuriously heels, the man leaned down and kissed her nipple.

It was about then that Craig reached over and took wait of my head. He pushed my face down to his rooster. It still was not fully intemperate and sense, but I took it in my script and started stroking it."suck me,"he demanded. I took it in my mouth. I could still watch the film while I sucked his cock.

The man continued to go down on on my mom's tit as he pushed her pantie to the story. As soon as she was naked, the man stood upright piano and, with his script on her shoulders, pushed her down onto her knee. 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 drawers. Out of his pant popped a immense peter. I had never seen one so big. Not only was it really long, but it had a thick-skulled shaft and a fat fountainhead. Mom looked really excited about it too.

The man pushed it down from its stiff upright location until it pointed straight as her face. The camera zoomed in as she took the giant star putz into her back talk and started sucking. She took to a greater extent and more than of it into her mouthpiece until she had almost the total thing down her throat.

Craig apparently liked the estimation because he put his deal on the cover of my head and pushed me down onto his now rock strong cock. He didn't stoppage pushing until it was all the way in.

When Craig let me endorse up, I looked back over at the movie and saw mom on top of the man. She was riding him. She looked directly into the lens as the man started sucking her teat. She sat up and continued to ride him for several minutes before he pushed her off him. She got onto her hands and articulatio genus 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 prick twitched in my throat. When he let me back up, I could distinguish the man fucking mom was close to cumming. He stopped banging her from seat and turned her over. He moved up her body, straddling her trunk, and pushed his hammer up between her big tit. Mom pushed them together for him. His cock pushed up between them. She licked and sucked the head every sentence he pushed it up between her nipple and up to her mouth. 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 cock and all over her typeface. The man got up off the bed and the camera zoomed in on mom's cum covered face and then the movie went black.

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

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

For the side by side two days they kept me locked up in my room. wellspring, 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 figure out on Mon morning that they finally let me go, but not until they both fucked me again.

When I got to ferment, both kink and Dave had their way with me as well. That evening, after work, was my first appointment with my hereafter husband. When he climbed on top of me that night, he didn't know that he was going to be the 5th man to take me that day .