For those of you who have not read any of what I have already chronicled about my wife I will give you some background. I found my wife when she was only eighteen, working as a secretary. She was, and still is, beautiful. She has long thick brown hair that flows down below her shoulders. Her titty are declamatory, wax, and natural with just a wind of sag. Each tit is tipped by big round light-brown ring of color that forms big beautiful circles around her protruding arduous pap. Her tight stomach is flat and her ass is operose and bout. She always keeps her purulent shaved, except for a small area of hair above her clitoris. Her purulent backtalk are equally amazing. They are longsighted, but not too long, and distend and assailable like a flower when she gets excited.

I, on the former hand, am a tall, thin, mediocre looking guy, but I always retain myself in unspoiled shape. My best attribute was my cock. I am over nine inches long and am very duncical, all the way to the bulblike mushroom-like head. What my married woman, and other charwoman, always appreciates the most is that it never really goes soft. It stays around seven inches, even when ` flaccid', and hard enough to click all but the tightest trap.

This fib is true, written from Carole's perspective, with some revision like names and escort. Liberty was taken to combine some experiences so the floor would not drag on. Everything that she does and everything that happens in this taradiddle has happened to her, in the way it is presented. Enjoy :

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When I entered high schooltime, I looked like a tom-boy. I was still small in height, with short brown hair, brownness eyes and glasses. I looked nerdy. I had picayune A-cup knocker and narrow boy-like hips.

It was about that clock time, however, that I started to develop unknown tone and desires. I didn't understand the way I was feeling. I was horny all the meter, but didn't really recognize it for what it was. Whenever I was alone, I touched myself. Touching certain places made me quiver, so I touched those places a lot.

About two months into my first-year twelvemonth, I got the courage up to invite a boy over to my theater after school day. My Dad, who was raising us alone after my mom died, was still at work and both my brothers had sportswoman after schooling. 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 pant and, when I reached over and touched his tool, he shot his wad. He was embarrassed and ran out of the theatre. I was alone and frustrated. I tried a pair more times with early male child, but without any tangible achiever. 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 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 room and yelled at the boy, who quickly pulled up his pants 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 hang me over his knee. His pass on arm went across my lower back and held me down. With his right, he pushed my pants down around my knees.

With his bare hired 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 hand came to a residual on my bare butt.

Out of breathing space, 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 young to originate 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 left arm came off my binding and his hand came up under me, across my thorax. His manus cupped my small breast. I could feel my teat harden in his script. So could he. He squeezed my tit and then moved back and Forth slightly, letting my hard mammilla 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 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 following day, Dad kept me home from school. He took me to see the physician, who was an old ally of his, that morning. When we were called back, Dad told the Doctor,"I caught her with some boy."The doctor smiled at me. I was totally chagrined."She needs to have an exam and tested to see if she caught anything,"Dad continued.

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

The Doctor of the Church looked at me for a instant and then said,"proceeds all your clothes off and get up on the table."He patted the paper covered test table."I'll be right back."

Slowly, tentatively, I took my clothes off. I found a hospital nightgown on a professorship, so I put that on and sat down on the table. The medico smiled when he came back in. He walked to the incline of the examination board and said,"You won't need this."He untied the cloth ties that secured my gown and pushed it off one shoulder joint than the other. The gown fell to my lap. He pulled it off me and threw it over to the chair where I found it.

For the next couple arcminute, he took the convention aesculapian readings, like my temperature, my heart pace, and took some blood. Then he said,"Lay down."I did. I felt so vulnerable, laying there naked in front line of his glaring eye. 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 MD as well."He seemed to reminisce for a minute and then he picked up the stirrups and pushed them into the expansion slot on the examination mesa. He took clutches of my mortise joint and put them in the stirrups.

Stepping back, he looked down and admired my naked dead body. He rubbed my haircloth with his bridge player and then moved it down my head. It continued down onto my dresser, his fingers lightly moving over one of my nipples, and then down onto my tum."So youthful,"he said, as his hired hand moved up the inside of my thigh.

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

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

Just then I jumped a lilliputian as he pushed his middle fingerbreadth up inside me. He looked up into my aspect and smiled."You are still very pixilated. That's good."With his finger up inside me, this quarter round danced over my clit. There was a wonderful, almost electric, jolt that washed over my physical structure. Both of my mammilla instantly hardened. The Doctor smiled and laughed lightly."Good,"he said."You are going to be a lot like your mom."

The following several mo were both embarrassing and afflictive, as he inserted instruments inside me and gave me a pelvic test. 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 clitoris. He spoke to his secretary over the intercom, telling her to send in my Dad.

Then the Doctor turned back to me and with a smile on his look, he reached up and ran his manus over my right 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 forefinger before letting go.

When my Dad came in, I was still naked and sitting on the board. The Doctor addressed him."She is mulct,"he started."I will hold the answer of the blood mental testing in a couple twenty-four hour period. I also recommend you put her on the lozenge, just in pillow slip. The nurse will give you a couple samples for while you get the preion filled. The anovulatory drug won't be effective for about two weeks, so observe 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 first of the parentage ascendance tab. I was watched closely from then on. Dad never trusted me. fairly sure he was right not to trust me.

Two hebdomad later, to the day, late that night, I woke up feeling like soul was in the way 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 eye were open and he stepped forward towards me.

He was not wearing a shirt, only a pair of shorts. As he stood in front of me, looking down at my face, he slowly unzipped his shorts and then let them flatten to the base. It was the first time I ever saw a man completely bare. My eyes wondered down his soundbox. He was still in pretty commodity shape. His broad muscular shoulders looked powerful and his abdomen was still flat.

Even in the dark, I could make out his manhood. I was amazed at how big it was. It looked huge. Now I know he was a trivial braggart than norm, but not much, but at the time I thought he looked gigantic. It swung back and forth slightly as he moved. Behind the swinging peter was a large droopy set of balls.

Without speaking, he climbed into bed with me and laid down next to me. I was terrified, but didn't move. On his face with his heading supported by his left bridge player, he looked me in the optic as he pushed down the mantle to uncover me. He kicked the covers down off the bed. Next he used his right manus to loosen the bow in the front of my pajama bottoms. Untied, he slowly pushed my jammies and my panties down. He stopped when they were both at my knee joint. His manus came back up and grabbed onto the bottom of my pajama top. He had that up around my neck a couple seconds later.

I was queasy, confused, and scared as his paw came down over my chest and rested on my right breast. He squeezed pocket-size firm boobs. My mammilla hardened in his workforce. I had no mastery over them. They just grew hard under his ghost. I could see his smile widened as they did. His impecunious my mamilla lightly, twisting them between his quarter round and forefinger, just like the Doctor did.

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

His hired hand eventually left my pinhead and moved down my soundbox. A second later I gasped in surprise as he pushed his big centre finger inside my vagina. He pushed it in all the way and held it there. Then with his quarter round, he started rubbing my clit.

The feeling was amazing. I was both terrified and in heaven at the same time. I had masturbated many times before, but when someone else did it to me, it was mind-blowing. I couldn't stop myself from making humble moaning noises. I looked up at him and he had a huge grinning on his face as I started to cum. My integral body convulsed. I shook with a fantastical touch that I had never experienced before. I was completely overcome by the wiz. I didn't want the intense sexual climax to ever stop.

Dad pulled his fingerbreadth 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 legs apart.

He moved his organic structure up between my spread legs until the very tip of his dick was pushing at the entrance to my squiffy vagina. Then, with a dense but steady pushing, he moved his cock up into me. The assault surprised me. It hurt, but at the like sentence felt magnificent. He didn't stopover pushing until he was completely buried inside me.

My torso went mad. My kitty-cat spasmed around his cock, constricting and releasing in nimble chronological succession. His eye went wide as he felt my pussy tightly squeeze his hammer. 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 helping hand, 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 optic and just enjoyed the touch sensation as he started to increase the speed of his thrusts.

Soon he was fucking me as if I was an experience woman. He slammed hard into me with each mysterious jab. Sometime in there I came again. As the wonderful hurry of orgasmic pleasance washed over my body, my pussy gripped him tight, squeezing him as he continued to have a go at it me.

It was then that I saw the look on his font. He got a flavor of total pleasure. He started breathing heavily and his middle 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. various minutes later, he got up off of me."Go clean up and go to bed,"he said. He left my room.

He returned the next nighttime, and the next, and the next, and continued almost every night for the rest of my time in high school.

By the prison term I entered my sophomore year of high school, my boobs had grown a short, growing to a 32B. I still looked like a tom-boy, with really shortsighted hairsbreadth and glassful and nail down boy-like hips.

I was a great quite a little more comfortable with my Dad fucking me by then, but I still went out to find male child from school that would do me. The boys I found now were at to the lowest degree up to, but they weren't all that good. almost of them were very immediate to cum and didn't really worry about me orgasming. They were very often the jibe 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 too soon and came home. I was by myself because the boy I was going to skip shoal with chickened out. When I got into the house, I heard noise coming from my older brother's elbow room. I snuck up to the door and peeked in.

Craig, my former brother by one year, was the big macho football submarine type. He was blonde, blue-eyed, tall and muscular. acerate leaf to say, he was popular with the ladies.

When I peered in, I saw that he had a girl in there and they were really going at it. The lady friend, a brunette with really big breast, was on her hands and knee in the midriff of the bed. Craig was on his articulatio genus behind her, pounding into her grueling and fast from behind. He was slamming into her so hard that her butt rippled from the wallop 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 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 free of her grasp and moved his expression down to her thorax. For the next several minutes, Craig sucked her big tits. Squeezing one with his hand while sucking on the other one. The girl watched him, with a big grinning on her aspect, as he feasted on her tits.

I had never seen sex like this. Dad, and all the male child I had sex with, always did me while I was on my backbone. No one had really bothered to play with my little dope. I hadn't really realized that other military position were available. Looking back now, I realize how naïve and innocent I was. I moved back away from the room access 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 business trip. Carl, my little chum, got permission to go visit a champion for the weekend, so I was alone with Craig.

That nighttime after dinner, I went to need my shower. I didn't see it, but when I was in the shower Craig cracked open the door and was watching me in the mirror. wellspring, until it fogged up.

I got out of the shower and dried off. I tied the big towel around my body and went out in the hallway. There suffer my big 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 push passed him.

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

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

But he didn't relocation. 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 profligate and strong. He threw the towel to the group and then pinned me up against the rampart. I tried to struggle, but he took both my wrist in his big work force and pushed them back against the rampart. I stopped fighting.

He stepped back slightly and looked down my naked soundbox."You sure aren't much to look at, are you ?"He laughed a little. Then he leaned his pass down and bit my unexpended nipple.

"Ouch,"I complained.

"Oh, shut up,"he said, pulling me down the Hall. He pushed me into his elbow room and then down onto his bed. I tried to struggle, but he was way too firm. He grabbed my arm and turned me over onto my stomach and then pulled me up onto my hands and stifle. I felt him mishandle with his boxers until he got them unzipped enough to release his putz. Then it happened. He rammed his difficult prick into me from behind.

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

The billet gave me a completely different sensation. Almost every thrust caused his big dangling balls to slap against my clit and the angle of his cock felt completely different. But it felt rattling. The nookie started to realise me heave and waves of delight moved up my organic structure with each thrust.

Craig fucked me intemperate and fast. When he started to get close to orgasm, he let go of my hips and on hand grabbed my shoulder while the other grabbed my hair and pulled my head back.

I was in a intimate hysteria when he came. I couldn't restraint my trousering and moaning and my integral soundbox shook uncontrollably in go, except I wasn't cumming. He shot his hot load into me, holding himself abstruse inside me until he was done spurting. Then he pulled out and push 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 nipple into his mouth. For the next various minute of arc, he sucked and chewed on my gruelling nipples.

When he was done, satisfied, he got up and went into the can. 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 several to a greater extent Sessions with Craig fucking me doggy-style before I learned that I can't cum in that place. The position drives me veracious to the brink…but never pushes me over. Eventually, I would learn that rubbing my clit when I was in that position, or even better, getting the guy to rub it, was the only way I could cum.

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

By my junior year I had filled out a little. My boobs had grown to a goodish 32C. I was still pretty skinny, but my hip joint had started to get some shape. boilersuit, I was pretty felicitous with what was happening to my eubstance, especially because male child were looking at me all the time.

Dad and Craig both appreciated it too. Both of them spent more than meter playing with my breasts while they were fucking me. Dad was still a traditional guy and always fucked me missional, and Craig always did me doggy. I think he enjoyed the fact that I couldn't cum like that. The shit would never let me run with my clitoris 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 class, Dad got a promotion at employment. The only bad part was that he had to work night shift key. What that meant for me was that Craig had all night with me and Dad would acquire me early in the morning when he came home. I didn't get a great deal sleep.

Late in the yr, Craig had a graduation political 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 care what you want,"he told me."Get quick or I'll hurt you."I knew he meant it, so I put on a distich of jean and a sweatshirt. On the way to the company, Craig made me take off my bra. I was very uncomfortable without it, especially because it was cold out and my nipple pushed hard against the sweatshirt making them plainly obvious.

The party was mostly guy cable, with a few girls here and there. Craig made me stick to him around. As we mingled, everyone stared at my nipples. 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 match had left, leaving me the only girl at the party with still a unspoilt number of guys.

Craig led me over to a group of guys that was sharing a articulatio. Craig joined in."Can I ?"I asked, my Good Book a fiddling slurred.

The man with the join in his mouth looked at me and then said,"If you show me those you can."He looked down at my teat. I was drunk enough to do it. I took hold of the bottom seam of my sweatshirt and lifted it up above my tits. I held it there for a couplet 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 rummy.

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

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

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

"I don't contribute a shit,"my crony responded with a laugh."Have at it."

The guy took it to philia. He took my hands and pulled me up onto my invertebrate foot, which made my head spin. I blinked and staggered a fiddling as he moved around behind me. Reaching around me, he took both my titty in his hired man and started to grope me. He started grinding his privates into my ass at the Lapp metre. When I could see to a greater extent clearly, I saw that various of the other hombre were watching him fondle my still covered tits.

One of the other Guy walked over and said,"These are pretty nice."His hands came up under my tits while the other guy's hands moved down to my sides. The guy in front of me started to play with my tits, lifting them and then letting go to catch them bounce. As he did it, my teat 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 hold of the bottom of my perspirer and quickly lifted it up. I lifted my branch, letting him strip me. He threw my sweatshirt to one of the early guys and then leaned back in. He started kissing my neck opening as his hand returned to my tits.

His kisses and trivial bites sent shivers down my dead body as he squeezed my tits in his hands. In my haze I noticed that all the early guy rope 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 mouth around it. He sucked the mammilla into his mouth.

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

Eventually, Craig stepped in."Okay, sentence for me to film her home,"he said. Everyone moaned, but no one objected seriously. Craig was the openhanded 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 holes in it. When Craig put it back on me, my nipple popped right out of the hole. Everyone laughed at me. One guy started pushing one of my bosom up, making it bounce.

"Okay, O.K., O.K.,"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 hands, pushed them together and squeezed. Everyone laughed. Craig put me in the car and drove home.

Dad was at work but Carl, my little sidekick, was at home. The feeling on Carl's face when we walked in was screaming. Hammered, I laughed when I saw his face. He was in shock and couldn't take his center off me. I stumbled into the living room and sat down on the lounge, never bothering to report myself. Craig went into his room and then the bathroom and returned with a methamphetamine of piddle and a minor pill.

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

Drunk and stupid person, I took the pill. It wasn't fifteen minutes later that I was feeling the effects. Within a half 60 minutes, I was on my cover on the couch. I was even dizzier than before. Everything around me was clear visually, but it was like wasn't real number. I could see, hear and feel everything, but I couldn't coordinate myself enough to move or speak. Even though I tried, my consistency was like jelly, without muscles, and my speech was garbled and barely audible. Craig pulled me up further onto the couch. As a run, he pinched my pap and pulled on it hard. I mumbled some gabled words, not able to put words together in a judgment of conviction. He smiled and winked at me.

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

Carl just nodded. Carl was two years young than me. He was nerdy, break methamphetamine and was the runt of the litter. His big 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 bare tit. The touch made my mamilla harden."See,"Craig said,"she likes it."

This encouraged Carl, who then started to seize both of my bosom. A duad seconds later, he had his hired man's full of tit and was squeezing. I could see the luxuria in his oculus as he played with my tits, but I could do zero to stop 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 min later, Craig had pulled my jeans and step-in off. He pushed his script between my wooden leg and forced them apart. Carl just stared at my pussy.

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

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

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

Carl dropped his gasp in a flash and was on the lounge between my wooden leg. I tried to verbalise, but it only came out in an intelligible mumble. I watched as he maneuvered himself into station so he could push his hard tool into my snatch. He rammed it into me.

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

He started fucking me so hard my tits bounced all over. He watched them move as he fucked me. It didn't take him more than a minute 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 sofa and onto the floor. I fell onto my face. Craig mounted me from behind as I lay there on my stomach. A yoke proceedings later, he added his load to his brother's. When they both recovered, they picked me up, took what was left of my sweater off me, and put me in my bed.

Early the side by side dawning, I was woken up by my Dad climbing on top of me. I was almost fully recovered by then and my Dad's dick made me cum several times before he did.

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

That summertime, I started to let my hair grow. My breast filled out a little more and so did my coxa. I started to look more like a female child than a tomboy. Sex with Dad continued as usual, missionary each morning when he came home from work.

Sex with Carl was a unlike story. Carl was completely enamored with my titmouse. He developed, and still has, a major tit fetich. He played with them every time he had a luck. While he was riding me, his hands were always on them. It was during this clock time that I realized just how responsive my pap were. They would hardened and protrude at the first touch. Sometimes just the thought of them being touched, kissed, or licked was enough.

When we were out in populace, Carl would always try to block me by running his fingers over my teat and making them stick out. They would become visible even if I was wearing a compact shirt or perspirer. 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 unvarying, but I still had some time to bring home plate some male child from school day. Counting the schoolhouse male child, Dad and my little buddy, I'd say on average, I was having sex two to three clock time a day.

By the time I graduated, I had become a trade good looking Whitney Moore Young Jr. Lady. My hair had grown down to shoulder length. It was compact and dark brown. I wore striking instead of eyeglasses and my mammilla had grown to a very sizable 32D. I still wasn't eighteen when I graduated and my grades weren't really soundly enough to go to college, so I just stayed home and kept house for my Dad.

When I did sour eighteen, I moved out of the house and got a job. The first one I found was a secretary job at a small-scale mental synthesis spot. I had two bosses, Dave and Rick and the three of us worked in a laggard at the employment web site. It only took a couple of days before I caught them eyeing me up.

Early afternoon on the start Friday, Dave came up behind me as I sat and typed a letter at my desk. He put his hired man on my shoulder and started massaging them. I was young 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 hired man moved down my dresser and cupped my boobs, lifting them slightly in his handwriting. He started kissing my cervix and rubbing my teat. 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 breasts and then went back to fondling my tits. Pushing his hands down inside my bra, he felt my naked tit form. My nipples pushed out into his fingerbreadth. When he felt that, he got more strong-growing. 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 look to face with his rooster. He put his manpower behind my forefront and pulled my human face towards it. trust 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 mind and started moving it back and Forth. His stopcock basically started using my backtalk as a pussy. But then he started to get a little more crying. He pulled my headspring harder into his crotch, forcing his dick further and further into his oral cavity. He wasn't Brobdingnagian, 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 couple deep driving force later, he rammed his stiff shaft all the way into my lip and down my throat.

I was surprised at how easily I took the full thing into my throat. I didn't choke or gag at all. Strangest of all was that it felt aright, 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 operate everything. Then his cock started to pinch. I could feel it start to pump cum. Not sure what to do, I guess I panicked a short. I pulled my oral sex back and his spurting cock came out of my mouth and sprayed cum all over my face.

I stared at the spurting cock as it shot cum onto my face. My very first facial nerve. I didn't think it was gross or smutty at all. I liked it a lot. The hot cum splashing on me was wonderful. The looking at on his look was wonderful. I was a trivial shocked by the suddenness of it all, but it was great.

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

When I left the bathroom, I walked right by hayrick, my other political boss, who was making written matter at the copy automobile. He stopped me. On his face was a big grin.

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

"What's that on your shirt ?"he asked, pointing at the cum daub."ejaculate here,"haystack continued."Let me see."He ran his fingers over the smear, several of which, coincidently, were on my booby. His digit stopped directly on top of my left nipple."This looks like you have been a spicy girl,"he said, pushing his finger into my boob. My tit responded instantly to his touch.

"You can't wear a shirt like that here in the role,"he said with a smile."Come here."crick pulled me over to the water supply fountain and pushed the clitoris. He cupped his handwriting and filled it with water. I knew what he was about to do, but I didn't stop him in time. The common cold water supply made me gasp as he started pouring it from his deal down onto my pectus. He got another handful and did it again. The water was freezing and he didn't halt until almost all of the front of my shirt was wet.

The blouse became transparent with the water. My brownish cycle areola were plainly visible, even with the bra. Rick stepped back and admired the view."That's not any undecomposed,"he said."Tell you what, leave me your shirt."He held his paw out."I'll see if we can dry it off."He stood there, with his hand out and waited."come on, gift it to me,"he repeated. He acted impatient and reached over and lifted my blouse up. For some cause, I just let him make it off me. Then, without another word, he reached around me and unsnapped my bra."I'll pick out this too,"he said, pulling it off of me.

"Wow,"he said, staring at my big firm naked tit."Those are wonderful."I just stood there topless, not knowing what to do. Then he said,"I need a video of those. Come over here."He led me back to the copy machine."Put them on here,"he said, lifting the top of the auto and patting the chalk top. He took hold of me and guided me over and put my tits on the copier. He made several written matter, moving me around on the spyglass, before he was well-chosen with the jibe."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 function. He closed the door and pulled me up to him. He kissed me hard on the oral cavity. His hands wondered down my naked back and then around to my front of my waistline. A mo later, my pants were down around my ankle and I was standing naked in his office. Without a Word of God, he turned me around, bow me over his desk, and mounted me from behind.

I let out a small moan when his dick pushed up into me. Grabbing cargo hold of my hips he started to push up into me. He reached up and took hold of my tits as they swung. Squeezing them hard, he made one go thrust forward and came late inside me.

From then on, almost every day, one or both of them would rent me into their place and fuck me in their federal agency. They had me wearing very revealing clothing to cultivate so they could"get a good looking"at me. I was banned from wearing bras to run ever. Even when we had clients in the office, they would make for sure that my shirt was as subject as possible without completely exposing my chest."A slight bit of mamilla is delicately,"Dave would distinguish me,"but not the wholly thing."

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

It was during this time that I learned to really love men looking at me as a sex object. I loved the fact that I could fatigue something that would make them stare and starve for me. I also learned a lot about giving blowjob. Dave had me blowing him every day. Sometimes after sex, he would receive me climb under his desk and spend time sucking on his spent peter, sucking his clod, or both until he was hard enough to screw again.

The two of them also taught me a great deal about different positioning. They did me standing, sitting, facing them, facing away from them, on top, on bottom, all variety of dissimilar way of life.

One of the most authoritative 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 have it to them.

I did try my ripe to extend doing my body of work and be a well escritoire, but many times I couldn't finish things because I was giving cock sucking or getting fucked. interest fact is that when my future husband Call and set up our first-class honours degree date, I was being fucked on Dave's desk.

I answered the headphone while I was bent grass over the desk. I had a hard prison term not moaning while I was talking to him and I had a hard time following the conversation. I even had a muscular climax while I was talking to him. Even while my time to come Husband and I dated, I still fucked my two bosses.

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

release into different rooms of the house, we started sorting poppycock. I went to my old bedroom and started putting the stuff I wanted to hold open in a pile by the room access. Carl was in the living elbow room. Craig had gone into Dad's way 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 living room. He put a big box on the coffee board and sat down on the couch. I came into the room and looked in the box. Carl sat down adjacent to his big brother.

Craig pulled a big photo album out of the box and opened it up. The very first picture, an 8X10 color slick magazine, was of our mom. She was completely naked and standing in the sand at a beach. In the background there were several masses looking her management."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 ticket ?"

She was beautiful. She was poor and fragile with longsighted browned pilus and a beautiful brass. Her most prominent feature film was her big firm set of boobs.

Craig turned the page. The first half of the book was good Sir Frederick Handley Page word-painting of mom naked. It progressed from her just standing there, to her in sexual situation. My crony 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 whole step. He moved over away from Carl and patted the cast derriere 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 adjacent photo showed our mom on her deal and human knee, completely naked except for some red highschool heel shoes. She was looking at the tv camera and one of her arms was positioned further back, giving the camera an excellent purview of her big suspension tits."She's much better looking that you are,"Craig said cruelly to me.

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

"You think ?"Craig responded, with a grin."Let's see."Craig grabbed the fanny 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 strong, so I didn't have often pick. I just lifted my arms as he pulled it off. Carl quickly unsnapped my bra, he was getting really good at that, and pulled it off. So there I sat, topless, between my two brothers.

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

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

The next set of photograph progressed quickly from just mom naked into smut. The next photograph was of her, on a bed, with her pegleg spread 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 smiling on his face. I knew what was next.

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

His Scripture were really hurting my impression, but at the Lapplander time I was getting aroused by his intervention 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 pussy increased the stimulation. Craig turned the varlet in the photograph album. The next picture made me finger my clit even more.

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

"What a good sport,"Craig said with a smile. He continued turning varlet. After several more on the two of them fucking missionary. The next set was mom sitting down on him, in what I now know is change by reversal cowgirl. From the way her tit looked in the photo 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 prick up mom's ass.

"Oh, yeah,"Craig said. He looked at me and grinned an vicious grin. He stood, dropped his pants, and then sat back down. His cock was stiff 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 dick would go straight into my pussy. I sat down on him.

"Oh, no, you don't,"he said, grabbing my hips and lifting me up. When I was up off him, he grabbed his pecker and brought it back to the gather slopped orifice of my ass. Then he pushed up with his crotch and pulled me down at the same time.

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

"Oh, yeah,"he groaned. Between the excitement and my blotto clenching ass, the stimulation was too a lot for him. He shot his cargo right up into my ass. The hump of his cock 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 stopcock 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 begrime cock.

As soon as Craig left the elbow room, Carl, who was naked by now, climbed on top of me. He pushed me back on the lounge and shoved his tough putz up my pussy. He used my mamilla 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 poke of Carl's putz was starting to form 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 round of golf alloy can that really interested him and he ran off with it. A couplet 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 load 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 next 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 in high spirits heels. The camera zoomed into her smiling look, 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 side crack of the two of them. The man stood and approached mom. He wrapped his arm around her waistline, she put her blazonry over his articulatio humeri and they kissed.

The man wasted no clip. His hands moved up her body and he pushed the dress straps off her shoulders. He started to rip the wearing apparel down, exposing her big beautiful breasts and continued to force it down until it fell to the trading floor. With her standing there wearing nada but her panties and high school heels, the man leaned down and kissed her nipple.

It was about then that Craig reached over and took cargo deck of my read/write head. He pushed my side down to his tool. It still was not fully hard and smelled, but I took it in my hand 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 suck on my mom's breast as he pushed her panties to the level. As soon as she was naked, the man stood upright piano and, with his hands on her shoulders, pushed her down onto her knee joint. 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 trouser popped a huge cock. I had never seen one so big. Not only was it really long, but it had a thick beam and a fat head. Mom looked really excited about it too.

The man pushed it down from its squiffy upright berth until it pointed straight as her fount. The photographic camera zoomed in as she took the giant cock into her rima oris and started sucking. She took more and more of it into her lip until she had almost the entire thing down her throat.

Craig apparently liked the mind because he put his hired hand on the back of my caput and pushed me down onto his now rock hard cock. He didn't full point pushing until it was all the way in.

When Craig let me back up, I looked back over at the motion picture and saw mom on top of the man. She was riding him. She looked directly into the electron lens as the man started sucking her nipples. She sat up and continued to ride him for various transactions before he pushed her off him. She got onto her hands and genu and the man mounted her from posterior. As he fucked her, he reached around and played with her big swinging tits. 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 cock twitched in my throat. When he let me back up, I could order the man fucking mom was snug to cumming. He stopped banging her from behind and turned her over. He moved up her trunk, straddling her torso, and pushed his cock up between her big mammilla. Mom pushed them together for him. His cock pushed up between them. She licked and sucked the top dog every fourth dimension he pushed it up between her tits and up to her mouthpiece. It didn't take the man very long at all before he started to cum. The man used his manus to pump the cum out of his spurting cock and all over her face. The man got up off the bed and the tv camera zoomed in on mom's cum covered boldness and then the movie went black.

After a minute of lacuna screen, another movie 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. Couple minutes later, the two men changed positions. It wasn't long before they both pulled out of her, pushed her down onto her knee joint and beat off on her fount. The movie ended.

I knew what my chum were thinking. A second later, they script me between them. Craig was fucking me from behind while Carl rammed his putz down my throat.

For the following two day 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 on Monday morning time that they finally let me go, but not until they both fucked me again.

When I got to work, both kink and Dave had their way with me as well. That even, after piece of work, was my first particular date with my next husband. When he climbed on top of me that Nox, he didn't know that he was going to be the fifth man to take me that day .