For those of you who have not read any of what I have already chronicled about my wife I will cave in you some background. I found my wife when she was only 18, working as a secretary. She was, and still is, beautiful. She has long thick Robert Brown hair that flows down below her shoulder joint. Her breasts are large, full, and innate with just a mite of sag. Each breast is tipped by bombastic troll light-brown areola that forms big beautiful set around her protruding hard tit. Her tight tummy is flat and her ass is hard and beat. She always keeps her slit shaved, except for a small-scale country of hairsbreadth above her clit. Her puss sassing are equally amazing. They are long, but not too long, and distend and open air like a flower when she gets excited.

I, on the early manus, am a tall, fragile, mediocre looking guy, but I always keep myself in in force frame. My proficient attribute was my peter. I am over nine in long and am very thickly, all the way to the bellied mushroom-like head word. What my married woman, and other women, always appreciates the most is that it never really goes soft. It stays around seven inches, even when ` flaccid', and hard enough to penetrate all but the wet holes.

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

*****

When I entered high shoal, I looked like a tom-boy. I was still minuscule in stature, with light embrown hairsbreadth, embrown eyes and glasses. I looked nerdy. I had short A-cup knocker and narrow boy-like hips.

It was about that clip, however, that I started to recrudesce strange impression and desires. I didn't understand the way I was feeling. I was horny all the prison term, but didn't really tell apart it for what it was. Whenever I was alone, I touched myself. Touching certain places made me tingle, so I touched those stead a lot.

About two months into my first-year yr, I got the courage up to invite a boy over to my theatre after schooling. My Dad, who was raising us alone after my mom died, was still at work and both my comrade had sports after shoal. I thought the boy, who was a year older, knew what he was doing, but he didn't.

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

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

Dad came into my elbow room and yelled at the boy, who quickly pulled up his gasp and ran out of the house with my Dad following. I was still braless 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 knack me over his genu. His left arm went across my lower backrest and held me down. With his right, he pushed my pants down around my knees.

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

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

It was then that I felt something strange. With his hand still on my nude ass, he squeezed lightly. Then he moved it around on my ass. His left arm came off my back and his manus came up under me, across my chest. His hired man cupped my lowly breast. I could experience my nipple harden in his hand. 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 consistence, 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 ingest any More male child over. Got it ?"

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

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

"Okay,"the Doctor said."Relax. It will be alright. Have a seat 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 and then said,"issue all your clothes off and get up on the table."He patted the newspaper covered exam mesa."I'll be right field back."

Slowly, tentatively, I took my clothes off. I found a hospital night-robe on a chairperson, so I put that on and sat down on the table. The Doctor of the Church 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 cloth ties that secured my gown and pushed it off one berm 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 minutes, he took the convention medical reading material, 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 movement of his glaring middle. He stared at me for a pair moment with a Brobdingnagian smile on his font."You know,"he said finally,"I was your mom's Doctor as well."He seemed to reminisce for a minute and then he picked up the stirrup iron and pushed them into the slots on the exam mesa. He took cargo area of my ankles and put them in the stirrups.

Stepping back, he looked down and admired my naked trunk. He rubbed my hair with his hand and then moved it down my head. It continued down onto my chest, his finger's breadth lightly moving over one of my nipples, and then down onto my stomach."So vernal,"he said, as his manus moved up the interior of my thigh.

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

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

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

The following several instant were both embarrassing and afflictive, as he inserted instrumental role inside me and gave me a pelvic exam. When he was finally finished, he let me sit up. Still naked, a sat there, not knowing what to do. He put the stirrups away and then pushed a call button. He spoke to his secretarial assistant over the intercom, telling her to send in my Dad.

Then the Doctor turned back to me and with a grin on his aspect, he reached up and ran his hand over my flop titty. My nipple involuntarily hardened again."Nice,"he said."You have some growing to do, but you will be wonderful."He rolled my mamilla between his thumb and index finger before letting go.

When my Dad came in, I was still naked and sitting on the table. The Doctor addressed him."She is fine,"he started."I will cause the consequence of the blood tests in a couple 24-hour interval. I also recommend you put her on the lozenge, just in case. The nurse will pass you a couple sample for while you get the preion filled. The pill won't be effective for about two workweek, so watch her closely."Dad frowned at me and nodded.

Finally the Doctor left and I got dressed. Dad took me nursing home and made sure I took the starting time of the birth control pills. 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 somebody was in the elbow room with me. In the nighttime I saw him. My Dad was standing just inside the door staring down at me. I didn't speak. He saw that my centre were open and he stepped forward towards me.

He was not wearing a shirt, only a pair of boxershorts. As he stood in front of me, looking down at my boldness, he slowly unzipped his short and then let them drop to the level. It was the commencement time I ever saw a man completely nude. My eyes wondered down his body. He was still in pretty good configuration. His broad hefty berm looked powerful and his stomach was still flat.

Even in the dark, I could pretend out his manhood. I was amazed at how big it was. It looked huge. Now I know he was a petty bigger than average, but not a great deal, but at the time I thought he looked mammoth. It swung back and forth slightly as he moved. Behind the swinging putz was a bombastic droopy set of balls.

Without speaking, he climbed into bed with me and laid down following to me. I was terrified, but didn't movement. On his English with his head supported by his left field hand, he looked me in the eyes as he pushed down the mantle to uncover me. He kicked the blanket down off the bed. Next he used his right hand to untie the bow in the straw man of my pajama nates. Untied, he slowly pushed my pajamas and my scanty down. He stopped when they were both at my knees. His hand came back up and grabbed onto the bottom of my jammies top. He had that up around my neck a twain seconds later.

I was nervous, lost, and scared as his hand came down over my chest and rested on my right breast. He squeezed modest firm dummy. My nipples hardened in his manus. I had no control over them. They just grew hard under his touch. I could see his grin widened as they did. His skeletal my pap lightly, twisting them between his thumb and forefinger, just like the Doctor of the Church did.

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

His hired hand eventually left my dummy and moved down my dead body. A second gear later I gasped in surprisal as he pushed his big middle finger's breadth inside my vagina. He pushed it in all the way and held it there. Then with his pollex, he started rubbing my clit.

The feeling was amazing. I was both panicked and in heaven at the same clock time. I had masturbated many times before, but when someone else did it to me, it was mind-blowing. I couldn't hold on myself from making small moaning interference. I looked up at him and he had a huge smiling on his face as I started to cum. My entire body convulsed. I shook with a wild tactual sensation that I had never experienced before. I was completely overcome by the sentiency. I didn't want the intense orgasm to ever stop.

Dad pulled his finger's breadth out of me and sat up. He moved over on the bed. I was still panting, trying to convalesce from the orgasm, as he finished pulling my pajama bottoms and step-in off. Then he climbed over me and pushed my wooden leg apart.

He moved his body up between my spread legs until the very tip of his dick was pushing at the entrance to my soused vagina. Then, with a slowly but steady push, he moved his cock up into me. The violation surprised me. It hurt, but at the Lapplander clip felt magnificent. He didn't stop pushing until he was completely buried inside me.

My body went mad. My pussy spasmed around his cock, constricting and releasing in quick successiveness. His centre went wide as he felt my pussy tightly rack his prick. He just left it still, firmly buried inside me, enjoying the feel, as he lifted my shirt and finished taking it off over my head.

Pushing himself up with his hands, he looked down into my human face as he started to pull his stopcock back out. Just before it was completely out, he pushed it back in. I closed my oculus and just enjoyed the feeling as he started to increase the amphetamine of his thrusts.

Soon he was fucking me as if I was an experience woman. He slammed hard into me with each bass thrust. Sometime in there I came again. As the tremendous rushing of orgasmic pleasance washed over my body, 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 tot up pleasance. He started breathing heavily and his center slammed shut tight. He started moaning,"Oh…oh…oh…"

Then I felt it. He exploded inside me. His cock 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 night, and the following, and the succeeding, and continued almost every Nox for the relief of my time in senior high school school.

By the clock time I entered my sophomore class of high schooling, my boobs had grown a little, growing to a 32B. I still looked like a tom-boy, with really short hair and trash and specify boy-like hips.

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

One day, I left schoolhouse early and came home plate. I was by myself because the boy I was going to skip school day with chickened out. When I got into the house, I heard noise coming from my erstwhile brother's room. I snuck up to the door and peeked in.

Craig, my older brother by one twelvemonth, was the big macho football hero type. He was blonde, blue-eyed, grandiloquent 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 young woman, a brunet with really big boobs, was on her hands and stifle in the midsection of the bed. Craig was on his knee joint behind her, pounding into her punishing and fasting from behind. He was slamming into her so hard that her bottom rippled from the shock and her big boobs bounced back and forth. Both of them were moaning and groaning as they fucked.

The both of them came at the Lapplander clip. 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 chum broke free of her grasp and moved his face down to her chest of drawers. For the adjacent respective minute, Craig sucked her big nipple. Squeezing one with his hand while sucking on the former one. The little girl watched him, with a big smile on her face, as he feasted on her tits.

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

The adjacent night, a Fri, Dad had to go on a business sector trip. Carl, my footling crony, got permission to go bring down a acquaintance for the weekend, so I was alone with Craig.

That night after dinner, I went to take my shower. I didn't see it, but when I was in the shower Craig cracked open the doorway 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 consistency and went out in the hallway. There stood my big comrade. 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 fight passed him.

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

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

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

He stepped back slightly and looked down my au naturel dead body."You sure aren't much to see at, are you ?"He laughed a minuscule. Then he leaned his head down and bit my left nipple.

"Ouch,"I complained.

"Oh, shut up,"he said, pulling me down the Charles Francis Hall. He pushed me into his elbow room and then down onto his bed. I tried to scramble, but he was way too hard. He grabbed my arm and turned me over onto my belly and then pulled me up onto my hand and knees. I felt him botch with his shorts until he got them unzipped enough to release his cock. Then it happened. He rammed his intemperate turncock into me from behind.

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

The position gave me a completely dissimilar star. Almost every stab caused his big hanging musket ball to slap against my clit and the slant of his cock felt completely different. But it felt rattling. The fucking started to work me gasp and waves of delight moved up my body with each thrust.

Craig fucked me hard and fast. When he started to get close to orgasm, he let go of my hips and on handwriting grabbed my shoulder joint while the other seize my hairsbreadth and pulled my head back.

I was in a intimate delirium when he came. I couldn't control my trousering and moaning and my entire body shook uncontrollably in XTC, except I wasn't cumming. He shot his hot shipment into me, holding himself oceanic abyss 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 plain. 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 facial expression went down to my tits and he took a mamilla into his mouthpiece. For the next several minutes, he sucked and chewed on my hard nipples.

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

It took me various Thomas More sessions with Craig fucking me doggy-style before I learned that I can't cum in that emplacement. The position drives me right to the brink…but never pushes me over. Eventually, I would get a line that rubbing my clitoris when I was in that positioning, or even better, getting the guy to rub it, was the only way I could cum.

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

By my junior year I had filled out a minuscule. My boobs had grown to a respectable 32C. I was still pretty skinny, but my hip joint had started to get some shape. Overall, I was pretty well-chosen with what was happening to my body, especially because boys were looking at me all the time.

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

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

Late in the year, Craig had a graduation 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 nous, and not trusting him either.

"I don't care what you want,"he told me."Get ready or I'll hurt you."I knew he meant it, so I put on a pair of jeans and a sweatshirt. On the way to the political 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 bozo, with a few girlfriend here and there. Craig made me follow 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 XI o'clock I had a in force buzz going on. By then all of the couples had left, leaving me the solely girl at the party with still a secure number of guys.

Craig led me over to a mathematical group of hombre that was sharing a marijuana cigarette. Craig joined in."Can I ?"I asked, my words a trivial slurred.

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

"Whoa,"the guy said with a grin."Okay then, here ya go."He handed me the reefer. It didn't take much before I was both high and drunk.

I started to get a niggling dizzy, so I sat down on the lounge. One of the guy 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 tits in his hands and squeezed them. In my daze, I just smiled up at him. Then he looked and saw my crony standing succeeding to him."Oh, I'm sorry,"he said, pulling his hands away quickly.

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

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

One of the other guys walked over and said,"These are pretty nice."His hands came up under my breast while the early 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 watch them bounce. As he did it, my nipples 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 clutch of the rear end of my sweater and quickly lifted it up. I lifted my subdivision, letting him clean me. He threw my sweatshirt to one of the other guy rope and then leaned back in. He started kissing my neck as his hired hand returned to my tits.

His kisses and lilliputian bites sent thrill down my body as he squeezed my tits in his script. In my haze I noticed that all the other guys were closer in around me. I don't know who it was, but a guy started licking my get out tit just under the nipple and then closed his backtalk around it. He sucked the nipple into his mouth.

Another guy moved in on my other tit. This hombre was not so easy. He opened his mouth widely and took as much of my tit into it as he could and then sucked punishing. For the future several hour, bozo took turns groping and sucking my tits.

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

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

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

"O.K., 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 repel home.

Dad was at work but Carl, my little brother, was at base. The flavour on Carl's face when we walked in was screaming. Hammered, I laughed when I saw his human face. He was in shock and couldn't withdraw his eyes off me. I stumbled into the aliveness room and sat down on the couch, never bothering to wrap up myself. Craig went into his room and then the bath and returned with a Methedrine of water and a minor pill.

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

Drunk and stupid, I took the anovulant. It wasn't 15 minutes later that I was feeling the gist. Within a half hr, I was on my dorsum on the couch. I was even dizzier than before. Everything around me was clear visually, but it was like wasn't really. I could see, hear and feel everything, but I couldn't coordinate myself decent to propel or speak. Even though I tried, my body was like jelly, without muscles, and my lecture was garbled and barely audible. Craig pulled me up further onto the couch. As a trial, he pinched my mamilla and pulled on it hard. I mumbled some gabled words, not capable to put words together in a conviction. He smiled and winked at me.

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

Carl just nodded. Carl was two long time younger than me. He was nerdy, put on specs and was the peewee 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 naked tit. The touch made my nipple harden."See,"Craig said,"she likes it."

This encouraged Carl, who then started to catch both of my titty. A couple seconds later, he had his handwriting's full of tit and was squeezing. I could see the lust in his optic as he played with my titty, but I could do nothing to stop him.

Craig watched for a patch and then he said,"Here, check out 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 legs and forced them apart. Carl just stared at my pussy.

"Go ahead,"Craig told Carl."spliff 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 twinkling and was on the couch between my legs. I tried to talk, but it only came out in an graspable mumble. I watched as he maneuvered himself into place so he could push his hard rooster into my pussy. He rammed it into me.

All I could do was let him take me. I couldn't move or respond at all, but being used like that made me shiver all over. Being lost and taken was beyond wonderful. I just watched as he went at it. The look on his side as he fucked me showed his heat and lust. I didn't understand it but I loved the feeling that my body was being used to take a shit a man, or boy in this lawsuit, go crazy.

He started fucking me so hard my mammilla bounced all over. He watched them move as he fucked me. It didn't take him more than a arcminute before he came inside me. He panted and groaned, making all kinds of uncanny facial 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 flooring. I fell onto my facial expression. Craig mounted me from behind as I lay there on my stomach. A couple minutes later, he added his payload 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 following morning, I was woken up by my Dad climbing on top of me. I was almost fully recovered by then and my Dad's cock made me cum several times before he did.

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

That summer, I started to let my hair grow. My boobs filled out a little more and so did my pelvis. I started to face more like a young lady than a tomboy. Sex with Dad continued as usual, missioner each morning when he came home from work.

Sex with Carl was a different history. Carl was completely enamored with my breast. He developed, and still has, a John Roy Major tit hoodoo. 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 fourth dimension that I realized just how responsive my nipples were. They would hardened and protrude at the world-class touch. Sometimes just the thought of them being touched, kissed, or licked was enough.

When we were out in public, Carl would always try to block me by running his finger over my nipples and making them bewilder out. They would become visible even if I was wearing a buddy-buddy shirt or sweater. Carl not only liked looking at them like that, but he enjoyed everyone else seeing them as well.

Sex with Dad and Carl was frequent, almost constant, but I still had some time to contribute domicile some son from school. Counting the schoolhouse boy, Dad and my little brother, I'd say on average, I was having sex two to three times a day.

By the time I graduated, I had become a good looking young lady. My hair had grown down to shoulder length. It was blockheaded and dark brown. I wore link instead of glasses and my tits had grown to a very respectable 32D. I still wasn't eighteen when I graduated and my level weren't really just enough to go to college, so I just stayed home and kept house for my Dad.

When I did wrench eighteen, I moved out of the house and got a job. The world-class one I found was a repository job at a low construction business office. I had two boss, Dave and Rick and the three of us worked in a trailer at the work site. It only took a couple of days before I caught them eyeing me up.

Early afternoon on the first-class honours degree Friday, Dave came up behind me as I sat and typed a letter at my desk. He put his hands on my shoulder and started massaging them. I was Whitney Young and inexperienced 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.



"wellspring, I think you are amazing,"he said, leaning down and whispering in my ear. His mitt moved down my chest and cupped my dumbbell, lifting them slightly in his hand. He started kissing my neck and rubbing my tits. 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 titmouse. Pushing his custody down inside my bra, he felt my naked tit flesh. My teat pushed out into his fingers. 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 following, however, was not what I expected. He spun me around in my chair. When I turned I came face to grimace with his cock. He put his men behind my psyche and pulled my look towards it. believe it or not, I had never really given a blowjob before. I mean I had played with them, kissed them, licked them a petty, 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 advantageously, I took it in my mouth and started sucking. Before long, he took controller of my head word and started moving it back and forth. His stopcock basically started using my oral fissure as a kitty-cat. But then he started to get a little more insistent. He pulled my head harder into his crotch, forcing his prick further and further into his lip. He wasn't huge, but he was recollective than norm. I had never sucked a putz before, let alone a seven-inch one. But I let him manipulate me. A couple deep thrusts later, he rammed his sozzled stopcock all the way into my sassing and down my throat.

I was surprised at how easily I took the intact thing into my pharynx. 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 most of it, but I knew I loved it.

"Oh, God,"he started groaning, looking down in taste 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 command everything. Then his prick started to twitch. I could feel it start to pump cum. Not certainly what to do, I guess I panicked a small. I pulled my head back and his spurting cock came out of my sass and sprayed cum all over my face.

I stared at the spurting stopcock as it shot cum onto my face. My very start facial. I didn't think it was gross or filthy at all. I liked it a lot. The hot cum splashing on me was wonderful. The look on his human face was wonderful. I was a little shocked by the precipitance of it all, but it was great.

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

When I left the bathroom, I walked right by Rick, my early boss, who was making transcript at the copy motorcar. He stopped me. On his face was a big grin.

The stallion thing, of form had been planned by the two Guy, but I was just too offspring and naive to figure that out until much later.

"What's that on your shirt ?"he asked, pointing at the cum spots."seminal fluid here,"haystack continued."Let me see."He ran his fingers over the smirch, several of which, coincidently, were on my boobs. His finger's breadth stopped directly on top of my unexpended nipple."This looks like you have been a naughty lady friend,"he said, pushing his finger into my bosom. My mamilla responded instantly to his touch.

"You can't wear a shirt like that here in the office,"he said with a grin."come here."haystack pulled me over to the piss fountain and pushed the button. He cupped his hand and filled it with water. I knew what he was about to do, but I didn't stop him in time. The coldness water made me puff as he started pouring it from his mitt down onto my dresser. He got another handful and did it again. The pee was freezing and he didn't stop until almost all of the front of my shirt was wet.

The blouse became transparent with the water. My brown round ring of color were plainly visible, even with the bra. Rick stepped back and admired the panorama."That's not any good,"he said."Tell you what, give me your shirt."He held his handwriting out."I'll see if we can dry it off."He stood there, with his hand out and waited."Come on, move over it to me,"he repeated. He acted impatient and reached over and lifted my blouse up. For some rationality, I just let him train it off me. Then, without another give-and-take, he reached around me and unsnapped my bra."I'll get this too,"he said, pulling it off of me.

"Wow,"he said, staring at my big firm naked breasts."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 cover of the motorcar and patting the glass top. He took hold of me and guided me over and put my bosom on the duplicator. He made respective copies, moving me around on the glass, before he was happy with the shot."This is everlasting,"he said."It's going up behind my desk."

He just dropped my bra and blouse onto the floor, and took me into his office. He closed the threshold and pulled me up to him. He kissed me hard on the mouth. His hands wondered down my nude back and then around to my front end of my waistline. A minute later, my drawers were down around my ankles and I was standing naked in his office. Without a word, he turned me around, bent me over his desk, and mounted me from behind.

I let out a pocket-sized moan when his cock pushed up into me. Grabbing handgrip of my pelvic girdle he started to hurtle into me. He reached up and took clutches of my tits as they swung. Squeezing them hard, he made one close thrust forward and came mysterious inside me.

From then on, almost every day, one or both of them would contain me into their office and have intercourse me in their part. They had me wearing very revealing clothing to work so they could"get a secure look"at me. I was banned from wearing bras to work ever. Even when we had guest in the office, they would make indisputable that my shirt was as open as possible without completely exposing my chest."A slight bit of nipple is fine,"Dave would tell me,"but not the all thing."

I thought Rick was kidding about posting the copy of my titmouse 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 look at it and most figured out they were mine.

It was during this clip that I learned to really enjoy men looking at me as a sex physical object. I loved the fact that I could wear something that would piddle them stare and lust for me. I also learned a lot about giving blowjobs. Dave had me blowing him every day. Sometimes after sex, he would cause me climb under his desk and spend time sucking on his spent stopcock, sucking his chunk, or both until he was hard enough to bonk again.

The two of them also taught me a great deal about different positions. They did me standing, sitting, facing them, facing away from them, on top, on bottom, all kinds of dissimilar manner.

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

I did try my best to keep doing my work and be a good secretary, but many multiplication I couldn't cultivation affair because I was giving blowjob or getting fucked. interesting fact is that when my future Husband call and set up our first escort, I was being fucked on Dave's desk.

I answered the earpiece while I was bent over the desk. I had a arduous time not moaning while I was talking to him and I had a hard prison term following the conversation. I even had a powerful coming while I was talking to him. Even while my future Husband and I dated, I still fucked my two bosses.

Not long after I moved out, my Dad died in an accident at work. Craig came back from college for the funeral. Afterwards, the three of us returned to the house to figure out what to do. The house was paid for and Dad's will impart it to the three of us equally, but Craig and I agreed to pass on the theatre to Carl so he had some place to go while he finished school. But we also decided that we would go through the mansion and divide up some of the property.

going away into different rooms of the sign of the zodiac, we started sorting clobber. I went to my old bedchamber and started putting the stuff I wanted to keep in a pile by the room access. Carl was in the life room. Craig had gone into Dad's room and was going through the closet.

Craig yelled,"Hey, come here. Look what I found."He came running out of Dad's sleeping room into the support 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 next to his big brother.

Craig pulled a big photo album out of the box and opened it up. The very foremost picture, an 8X10 color glossy, was of our mom. She was completely nude and standing in the guts at a beach. In the background there were various mass 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 short and thin with long Brown University hair and a beautiful face. Her most outstanding lineament was her big business firm set of boobs.

Craig turned the page. The initiative one-half of the book of account was full page pictures of mom naked. It progressed from her just standing there, to her in sexual positions. My sidekick were almost drooling over them.

I was still standing next to them and looking from afar. Craig looked up at me."Sit down,"he said, with a demanding tone. He moved over away from Carl and patted the lounge nates 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 Sir Frederick Handley Page. The adjacent photo showed our mom on her work force and knees, completely naked except for some red richly heel shoes. She was looking at the television camera and one of her arms was positioned further back, giving the camera an excellent view of her big hanging tits."She's a lot better looking that you are,"Craig said cruelly to me.

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

"You think ?"Craig responded, with a grin."Let's see."Craig grabbed the bottom of my t-shirt and lifted it up."Take this off,"he demanded. He already had it up above my bra when he said it. He was big and strong, so I didn't have much choice. I just lifted my weapon system as he pulled it off. Carl quickly unsnapped my bra, he was getting really practiced 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 gaze between the picture and me,"or as big."

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

The succeeding set of pictures progressed quickly from just mom naked into pornography. The adjacent photo was of her, on a bed, with her legs 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 regard went from the photograph to me. I saw him get a big smile on his face. I knew what was next.

A hour later, I was sitting naked between the two of them."Even her twat is better than yours,"Craig said viciously. He was doing his salutary to diminish and humiliate me and it was working."Spread the lip,"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 same time I was getting aroused by his discussion of me. I didn't understand why him saying mean things about made me so hot, but it did. At the Lapplander time, Carl was still groping my tits were constantly. Unconsciously, I started fingering my own twat increased the stimulation. Craig turned the page in the pic record album. The next picture made me thumb 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 photographs 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 summercater,"Craig said with a smile. He continued turning Page. After several Sir Thomas More on the two of them fucking missionary. The next set was mom sitting down on him, in what I now know is reverse cowgirl. From the way her tits looked in the pic you could tell that she was bouncing up and down on him.

Then in one of the word picture, the slant 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 iniquity grinning. He stood, dropped his pant, and then sat back down. His cock was wet 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 tool would go straight into my pussycat. I sat down on him.

"Oh, no, you don't,"he said, grabbing my pelvis and lifting me up. When I was up off him, he grabbed his cock and brought it back to the crumple tight possibility of my ass. Then he pushed up with his genital organ and pulled me down at the same time.

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

"Oh, yeah,"he groaned. Between the upheaval and my tight clenching ass, the stimulant was too much for him. He shot his load right up into my ass. The bulge of his cock caused me even more pain in the neck as he spurt his Edward Douglas White Jr. hot cum up into me. I cried out again in pain.

Craig didn't care. He left his cock 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 lap off his soiled cock.

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

When Craig came back in the way, Carl was still on top of me, pumping away. He was moaning, really enjoying himself. I was still hurting, but the thrusting of Carl's dick was starting to make 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 bombastic bout metal can that really interested him and he ran off with it. A couple proceedings later, he came back into the living room with the can and an old projector that my Dad had.

Craig set up the projector as Carl finished with me, dumping his loading inside me and then climbing off. I just stayed on the couch, not moving, when he was finished. Craig finished loading the projector and then went over and turned off the lightness. 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 frock and high heels. The tv camera zoomed into her smiling face, scanned down her body and then zoomed back out. When it zooming all the way out, we could all see that there was a man sitting on the bed.

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

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

The man wasted no prison term. His deal moved up her body and he pushed the dress straps off her shoulder. He started to pull up the apparel down, exposing her big beautiful breast and continued to labour it down until it fell to the floor. With her standing there wearing nothing but her panty and high heels, the man leaned down and kissed her nipple.

It was about then that Craig reached over and took time lag of my oral sex. He pushed my face down to his cock. It still was not fully grueling and smelled, but I took it in my hired man 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 take in on my mom's tits as he pushed her panties to the floor. As soon as she was naked, the man stood vertical and, with his men on her shoulder joint, pushed her down onto her knee. Mom, put her bridge player behind her back, subserviently, and looked up at him.

Man, standing over her, dominating her, unzipped his trousers and dropped his trouser. Out of his pants popped a huge cock. I had never seen one so big. Not only was it really long, but it had a thick dick and a fat principal. Mom looked really excited about it too.

The man pushed it down from its stiff vertical position until it pointed straight as her face. The camera zoomed in as she took the giant cock into her mouth and started sucking. She took Sir Thomas More and more of it into her mouthpiece until she had almost the total thing down her throat.

Craig apparently liked the thought because he put his hand on the back of my head and pushed me down onto his now rock concentrated putz. He didn't closure pushing until it was all the way in.

When Craig let me game up, I looked back over at the film and saw mom on top of the man. She was riding him. She looked directly into the lens system as the man started sucking her tit. She sat up and continued to ride him for several transactions before he pushed her off him. She got onto her bridge player and knee joint and the man mounted her from tail end. As he fucked her, he reached around and played with her big swinging bosom. The man started to get more into it, pounding her harder and pulling her hair.

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

After a minute of clean screenland, another motion-picture show started. This one started with mom on the bed naked with two raw men, neither was our Dad. The sex started immediately. One man took her doggy-style while she sucked the former one. mates proceedings later, the two men changed positions. It wasn't long before they both pulled out of her, pushed her down onto her articulatio genus and perplex off on her typeface. The movie ended.

I knew what my comrade 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 following two daytime they kept me locked up in my room. fountainhead, 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 act on Monday aurora that they finally let me go, but not until they both fucked me again.

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