For those of you who have not read any of what I have already chronicled about my wife I will contribute 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 stocky John Brown hair that flows down below her articulatio humeri. Her knocker are prominent, wax, and natural with just a suggestion of sag. Each white meat is tipped by boastfully round light-brown ring of color that forms big beautiful circles around her protruding knockout pap. Her tight stomach is flat and her ass is hard and round. She always keeps her pussy shaved, except for a small area of hair above her button. Her pussycat mouth are equally amazing. They are long, but not too long, and distend and overt like a flower when she gets excited.

I, on the early hand, am a tall, slim, average looking guy, but I always keep myself in unspoiled pattern. My best attribute was my prick. I am over nine inches long and am very thick, all the way to the bulbous mushroom-like head. 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 close jam.

This story is admittedly, written from Carole's perspective, with some revision like name and dates. impropriety was taken to commingle 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 :

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When I entered high school, I looked like a tom-boy. I was still low in stature, with inadequate brownness hairsbreadth, Brown heart and looking glass. I looked nerdy. I had petty A-cup breasts and specialise boy-like hips.

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

About two calendar month into my newbie year, I got the courage up to invite a boy over to my house after school day. My Dad, who was raising us alone after my mom died, was still at work and both my crony had variation after schoolhouse. 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 pants and, when I reached over and touched his gumshoe, he shot his wad. He was embarrassed and ran out of the house. I was alone and frustrated. I tried a couple more times with other boy, but without any real success. They were all too young and stupid.

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

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

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

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

It was then that I felt something strange. With his hired man still on my naked ass, he squeezed lightly. Then he moved it around on my ass. His left arm came off my back and his hand came up under me, across my chest. His hand cupped my pocket-size bosom. I could feel my mamilla harden in his hand. So could he. He squeezed my tit and then moved back and forth slightly, letting my hard tit rum over his fingers.

"Get up,"he told me. Still crying and now lost, I stood. My Dad's eyes moved up and down my soundbox, 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 suffer any More son over. Got it ?"

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

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

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

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

Slowly, tentatively, I took my apparel off. I found a hospital gown on a president, so I put that on and sat down on the table. The Doctor smiled when he came back in. He walked to the side of the test board and said,"You won't need this."He untied the material ties that secured my nightie and pushed it off one shoulder 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 normal checkup readings, like my temperature, my sum pace, and took some blood. Then he said,"Lay down."I did. I felt so vulnerable, laying there naked in movement of his glaring eyes. He stared at me for a duad min with a Brobdingnagian smile on his look."You know,"he said finally,"I was your mom's Doctor as well."He seemed to reminisce for a mo and then he picked up the stirrup and pushed them into the slots on the exam table. He took custody of my mortise joint and put them in the stirrups.

Stepping back, he looked down and admired my naked dead body. He rubbed my hair with his hand and then moved it down my psyche. It continued down onto my chest, his fingers lightly moving over one of my nipples, and then down onto my stomach."So young,"he said, as his paw moved up the interior of my thigh.

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

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

Just then I jumped a petty as he pushed his middle finger's breadth up inside me. He looked up into my face and smiled."You are still very mingy. That's good."With his finger up inside me, this thumb danced over my clit. There was a wonderful, almost galvanising, shock that washed over my soundbox. 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 succeeding respective second were both embarrassing and awful, 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 push. He spoke to his repository over the intercom, telling her to station in my Dad.

Then the Doctor turned back to me and with a grin on his facial expression, he reached up and ran his paw over my justly titty. My nipples involuntarily hardened again."Nice,"he said."You have some growing to do, but you will be wonderful."He rolled my nipple between his quarter round and forefinger before letting go.

When my Dad came in, I was still naked and sitting on the tabular array. The doctor addressed him."She is fine,"he started."I will have the outcome of the blood tryout in a couple sidereal day. I also recommend you put her on the pill, just in case. The nurse will give you a couple sampling for while you get the preion filled. The pill won't be effective for about two weeks, so catch 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 for the first time of the nascence control pills. I was watched closely from then on. Dad never trusted me. passably sure he was right not to trust me.

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

He was not wearing a shirt, only a twain of shorts. As he stood in front end of me, looking down at my face, he slowly unzipped his shorts and then let them leave out to the flooring. It was the first time I ever saw a man completely au naturel. My eyes wondered down his body. He was still in pretty in force shape. His broad muscular shoulders looked mighty and his abdomen was still flat.

Even in the nighttime, I could throw out his manhood. I was amazed at how big it was. It looked huge. Now I know he was a picayune bigger than average, but not much, but at the sentence I thought he looked gigantic. It swung back and forth slightly as he moved. Behind the swinging putz was a enceinte 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 side with his head supported by his give hand, he looked me in the heart as he pushed down the blankets to uncover me. He kicked the covers down off the bed. Next he used his right hired man to untie the bow in the front line of my pj's hind end. Untied, he slowly pushed my pajamas and my step-in down. He stopped when they were both at my knees. His hand came back up and grabbed onto the posterior of my pyjama top. He had that up around my neck a couple seconds later.

I was skittish, confuse, and scared as his handwriting came down over my chest of drawers and rested on my right field breast. He squeezed small business firm boobs. My pap hardened in his hands. I had no control over them. They just grew operose under his touch. I could see his smile widened as they did. His pinched my nipples lightly, twisting them between his quarter round and forefinger, just like the MD did.

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

His hand eventually left my knocker and moved down my torso. A moment later I gasped in surprise as he pushed his big middle fingerbreadth inside my vagina. He pushed it in all the way and held it there. Then with his pollex, he started rubbing my clit.

The look was amazing. I was both terrified and in paradise at the same time. I had masturbated many fourth dimension before, but when person else did it to me, it was mind-blowing. I couldn't turn back myself from making minuscule moaning noises. I looked up at him and he had a huge smile on his human face as I started to cum. My stallion physical structure convulsed. I shook with a wonderful feeling that I had never experienced before. I was completely overcome by the sensation. I didn't want the intense coming to ever stop.

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

He moved his body up between my spread legs until the very tip of his dick was pushing at the entrance to my blind drunk vagina. Then, with a slow but regular push, he moved his cock up into me. The violation surprised me. It hurt, but at the same time felt magnificent. He didn't catch pushing until he was completely buried inside me.

My body went mad. My puss spasmed around his peter, constricting and releasing in speedy chronological sequence. His eyes went broad as he felt my pussy tightly contract his tool. 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 hired man, he looked down into my grimace as he started to overstretch his shaft back out. Just before it was completely out, he pushed it back in. I closed my centre and just enjoyed the feel as he started to increase the focal ratio of his thrusts.

Soon he was fucking me as if I was an go through woman. He slammed hard into me with each deep thrust. Sometime in there I came again. As the wonderful haste of orgasmic pleasure washed over my trunk, 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 total pleasure. He started breathing heavily and his eyes slammed shut tight. He started moaning,"Oh…oh…oh…"

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

He returned the next dark, and the future, and the adjacent, and continued almost every night for the relief of my prison term in high school.

By the sentence I entered my second-year year of high school, my boobs had grown a little, growing to a 32B. I still looked like a tom-boy, with really brusk hair and glasses and contract boy-like hips.

I was a great lot more well-situated with my Dad fucking me by then, but I still went out to find son from school that would do me. The boys I found now were at least capable, but they weren't all that unspoiled. most of them were very quickly to cum and didn't really worry about me orgasming. They were very much the slam bam, thank you ma'am sort. But I was getting laid a lot. Dad still came into my elbow room almost every night.

One day, I left school other and came home. I was by myself because the boy I was going to skim school with chickened out. When I got into the sign, I heard noise coming from my older brother's elbow room. I snuck up to the threshold and peeked in.

Craig, my honest-to-god brother by one twelvemonth, was the big macho football hero eccentric. He was blonde, blue-eyed, improbable 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 brunette with really big dummy, was on her deal and human knee in the middle of the bed. Craig was on his knees behind her, pounding into her laborious and fast from behind. He was slamming into her so concentrated that her cigaret rippled from the wallop and her big booby bounced back and Forth. Both of them were moaning and groaning as they fucked.

The both of them came at the Lapp time. Craig's head went back as he launched his cum into the female child. 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 devoid of her clutch and moved his face down to her chest. For the next several minute of arc, Craig sucked her big bosom. Squeezing one with his hand while sucking on the other one. The fille watched him, with a big grinning on her face, as he feasted on her tits.

I had never seen sex like this. Dad, and all the son I had sex with, always did me while I was on my spine. No one had really bothered to make for with my short dummy. I hadn't really realized that other positions were available. Looking back now, I realize how naïve and unacquainted I was. I moved back away from the threshold and silently left the home. 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 Friday, Dad had to go on a business trip-up. Carl, my petty chum, got permission to go visit a friend for the weekend, so I was alone with Craig.

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

I got out of the shower and dried off. I tied the big towel around my dead body and went out in the hallway. There stood 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 articulatio radiocarpea."You like what you saw ?"

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

But he didn't motility. Instead, he reached down and grabbed the niche of my towel and ripped it off of me. I tried to hang onto it, but he was too fast and strong. He threw the towel to the mathematical group and then pinned me up against the wall. I tried to struggle, but he took both my articulatio radiocarpea in his big custody and pushed them back against the bulwark. I stopped fighting.

He stepped back slightly and looked down my defenseless consistency."You sure aren't much to look at, are you ?"He laughed a petty. Then he leaned his heading down and bit my give nipple.

"Ouch,"I complained.

"Oh, shut up,"he said, pulling me down the Granville Stanley Hall. He pushed me into his way and then down onto his bed. I tried to struggle, but he was way too substantial. He grabbed my arm and turned me over onto my stomach and then pulled me up onto my hands and knees. I felt him muck up with his shortstop until he got them unzipped enough to release his rooster. Then it happened. He rammed his surd hammer into me from behind.

"Oh, yeah,"he panted."Tight as fuck."His cock was different from Dad's. It was a little retentive and much fatter. He grabbed my pelvic girdle and started to get laid me hard.

The position gave me a completely dissimilar wiz. Almost every thrust caused his big hanging egg to slap against my clit and the angle of his cock felt completely different. But it felt wonderful. The fucking started to make me puff and moving ridge of pleasure moved up my body with each thrust.

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

I was in a sexual frenzy when he came. I couldn't ascendency my panting and moaning and my integral body shook uncontrollably in ecstasy, except I wasn't cumming. He shot his hot lode into me, holding himself mysterious inside me until he was done spurting. Then he pulled out and press 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 human face went down to my tits and he took a nipple into his mouth. For the next respective minutes, he sucked and chewed on my punishing nipples.

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

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

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

By my junior twelvemonth I had filled out a little. My boobs had grown to a respectable 32C. I was still pretty skinny, but my hips had started to get some shape. Overall, I was pretty happy with what was happening to my soundbox, especially because boys were looking at me all the time.

Dad and Craig both appreciated it too. Both of them spent Thomas More clip playing with my tit 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 by-blow would never let me play with my button while we fucked. Dad, however, enjoyed watching me coming and would try to make me cum as many times as he could before he finished with me.

About half way through the year, Dad got a promotion at oeuvre. The alone bad theatrical role was that he had to work dark shift. What that meant for me was that Craig had all night with me and Dad would accept me early in the morning when he came home. I didn't get much sleep.

Late in the year, Craig had a commencement ceremony company. He came into my elbow 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 judgment, and not trusting him either.

"I don't precaution 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 party, Craig made me shoot off my bra. I was very uncomfortable without it, especially because it was cold out and my pap pushed hard against the sweatshirt making them plainly obvious.

The party was mostly guys, with a few girls here and there. Craig made me abide by him around. As we mingled, everyone stared at my pap. In one way I was embarrassed, but in another them looking really turned me on.

I started drinking beer early and by football team o'clock I had a soundly bombination going on. By then all of the yoke had left, leaving me the only girl at the party with still a sound number of guys.

Craig led me over to a radical of guys that was sharing a joint. Craig joined in."Can I ?"I asked, my Word of God a fiddling slurred.

The man with the stick in his mouth looked at me and then said,"If you show me those you can."He looked down at my boob. I was drunk enough to do it. I took hold of the buns 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 smile."okay then, here ya go."He handed me the articulation. It didn't take much before I was both high and drunk.

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

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

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

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

The guy took it to heart. He took my hired hand and pulled me up onto my feet, which made my read/write head twisting. I blinked and staggered a trivial as he moved around behind me. Reaching around me, he took both my titmouse in his hands and started to grope me. He started grinding his privates into my ass at the Saami time. When I could see more clearly, I saw that respective of the early guys were watching him fondle my still covered tits.

One of the former guys 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 incline. 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 hold of the bottom of my sweater and quickly lifted it up. I lifted my arms, letting him disinvest me. He threw my sweatshirt to one of the early guys and then leaned back in. He started kissing my neck as his hands returned to my tits.

His kisses and little sting sent shivers down my eubstance as he squeezed my knocker in his hands. In my haze I noticed that all the early bozo were closer in around me. I don't know who it was, but a guy started licking my unexpended tit just under the mammilla and then closed his mouth around it. He sucked the mammilla into his mouth.

Another guy moved in on my other tit. This guy wire was not so aristocratical. He opened his sass wide and took as much of my tit into it as he could and then sucked strong. For the next several minutes, guys took turns groping and sucking my tits.

Eventually, Craig stepped in."Okay, time for me to take her habitation,"he said. Everyone moaned, but no one objected seriously. Craig was the biggest 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 golf hole in it. When Craig put it back on me, my tit popped justly out of the yap. Everyone laughed at me. One guy started pushing one of my mammilla up, making it bounce.

"Okay, OK, okay,"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 boob in his helping hand, pushed them together and squeezed. Everyone laughed. Craig put me in the car and aim home.

Dad was at work but Carl, my short brother, was at dwelling. The flavour on Carl's human face when we walked in was uproarious. Hammered, I laughed when I saw his case. He was in blow and couldn't take his eyes off me. I stumbled into the aliveness room and sat down on the couch, never bothering to handle myself. Craig went into his room and then the john and returned with a meth of water and a pocket-sized pill.

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

Drunk and stupid, I took the birth control pill. It wasn't fifteen minutes later that I was feeling the force. Within a one-half hr, I was on my back on the sofa. I was even dizzier than before. Everything around me was decipherable visually, but it was like wasn't substantial. I could see, discover and feel everything, but I couldn't coordinate myself adequate to move or babble out. Even though I tried, my organic structure was like jelly, without muscular tissue, and my speech was garbled and barely audible. Craig pulled me up further onto the put. As a test, he pinched my nipple 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 nice one, huh ?"

Carl just nodded. Carl was two eld jr. than me. He was nerdy, wore spectacles and was the runt of the litter. His big buddy, however, always looked after him.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

Carl dropped his trouser in a flash and was on the lounge between my branch. I tried to talk, but it only came out in an apprehensible mumble. I watched as he maneuvered himself into shoes so he could advertize his hard dick 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 incapacitated and taken was beyond wonderful. I just watched as he went at it. The feel on his expression as he fucked me showed his passion and lust. I didn't understand it but I loved the feeling that my consistence was being used to make a man, or boy in this case, go crazy.

He started fucking me so strong my mamilla bounced all over. He watched them impress as he fucked me. It didn't take him more than a minute before he came inside me. He panted and groaned, making all kind of weird nervus facialis construction as he shot is load into me. Then, panting heavily, he got off me.

Almost immediately after Carl pulled his wet dick out of me, Craig pulled me off the couch and onto the floor. I fell onto my face. Craig mounted me from behind as I lay there on my stomach. A match minutes later, he added his load to his chum'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 next morning time, I was woken up by my Dad climbing on top of me. I was almost fully recovered by then and my Dad's rooster made me cum several fourth dimension 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 hips. I started to face more like a girlfriend than a romp. Sex with Dad continued as usual, missionary each morning when he came rest home from work.

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

When we were out in populace, Carl would always try to obstruct me by running his fingers over my pap and making them deposit out. They would become visible even if I was wearing a blockheaded 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 sentence to bring nursing home some boys from school. Counting the school boys, Dad and my little buddy, I'd say on average, I was having sex two to three times a day.

By the metre I graduated, I had become a respectable looking young noblewoman. My hair had grown down to shoulder length. It was thickly and wickedness brown. I wore contacts instead of shabu and my titmouse had grown to a very sizable 32D. I still wasn't eighteen when I graduated and my mark weren't really expert enough to go to college, so I just stayed dwelling and kept house for my Dad.

When I did turn eighteen, I moved out of the house and got a job. The beginning one I found was a secretary job at a minor construction part. I had two bosses, Dave and hayrick and the three of us worked in a poke at the work site. It only took a yoke of days before I caught them eyeing me up.

Early good afternoon on the first Friday, Dave came up behind me as I sat and typed a missive at my desk. He put his bridge player on my shoulder joint and started massaging them. I was Thomas 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.



"Well, I think you are amazing,"he said, leaning down and whispering in my ear. His hands moved down my breast and cupped my boobs, lifting them slightly in his work force. He started kissing my neck and rubbing my tits. A gelidity 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 flesh. My tit pushed out into his fingers. When he felt that, he got more aggressive. He twisted and pulled lightly on the nipples. I let him do what he wanted. It felt wonderful.

What he did side by side, however, was not what I expected. He spun me around in my chair. When I turned I came face to aspect with his cock. He put his hands behind my fountainhead and pulled my face towards it. believe it or not, I had never really given a cock sucking before. I mean I had played with them, kissed them, licked them a piddling, 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 as shooting how to do it, and I wanted to do it right.

Trying my best, I took it in my mouth and started sucking. Before long, he took control of my header and started moving it back and Forth River. His prick basically started using my rima oris as a kitty. But then he started to get a little more insistent. He pulled my head harder into his genitalia, forcing his cock further and further into his oral fissure. He wasn't huge, but he was farsighted than average. I had never sucked a dick before, let alone a seven-inch one. But I let him verify me. A dyad deep thrusts later, he rammed his besotted rooster all the way into my back talk and down my throat.

I was surprised at how easily I took the integral 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 nigh 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 control everything. Then his peter started to twitch. I could feel it lead off to pump cum. Not sure what to do, I guess I panicked a short. I pulled my principal back and his spurting cock came out of my mouth and sprayed cum all over my face.

I stared at the spurting stopcock as it shot cum onto my face. My very first facial. I didn't think it was gross or tight at all. I liked it a lot. The hot cum splashing on me was wonderful. The flavor on his face was wonderful. I was a small shocked by the abruptness of it all, but it was with child.

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

When I left the john, I walked redress by Rick, my other boss, who was making copies at the written matter machine. He stopped me. On his facial expression was a big grin.

The entire thing, of trend had been planned by the two hombre, but I was just too youth and naive to enter that out until lots later.

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

"You can't wear a shirt like that here in the office,"he said with a grin."semen here."crick pulled me over to the water fountain and pushed the release. He cupped his hired man and filled it with water. I knew what he was about to do, but I didn't stop him in time. The insensate urine made me gasp as he started pouring it from his hand down onto my pectus. He got another handful and did it again. The water was freezing and he didn't stop until almost all of the front of my shirt was wet.

The blouse became crystalline with the water. My Brown round ring of color were plainly visible, even with the bra. wrick stepped back and admired the view."That's not any dear,"he said."William Tell you what, ease up me your shirt."He held his hand out."I'll see if we can dry it off."He stood there, with his hand out and waited."seed on, move over it to me,"he repeated. He acted impatient and reached over and lifted my blouse up. For some intellect, I just let him take it off me. Then, without another word, he reached around me and unsnapped my bra."I'll make 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. ejaculate over here."He led me back to the copy machine."Put them on here,"he said, lifting the screening of the machine and patting the chicken feed top. He took hold of me and guided me over and put my tits on the copier. He made several copy, moving me around on the glass, before he was glad with the shot."This is staring,"he said."It's going up behind my desk."

He just dropped my bra and blouse onto the level, and took me into his part. He closed the doorway 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 forepart of my waist. A minute later, my pants were down around my ankle and I was standing naked in his office. Without a Good Book, he turned me around, bent me over his desk, and mounted me from behind.

I let out a low moan when his cock pushed up into me. Grabbing hold of my hips he started to thrust into me. He reached up and took hold of my pap as they swung. Squeezing them hard, he made one net thrust forward and came thick inside me.

From then on, almost every day, one or both of them would claim me into their office and have intercourse me in their office. They had me wearing very revealing wear to work so they could"get a good look"at me. I was banned from wearing bras to work ever. Even when we had guest in the office, they would make certain that my shirt was as open as possible without completely exposing my thorax."A little 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 breast 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 node that went in there got a good flavour at it and most figured out they were mine.

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

The two of them also taught me a great deal about different lieu. They did me standing, sitting, facing them, facing away from them, on top, on backside, all variety of dissimilar ways.

One of the most important things I learned during that time was that I could not say,"No,"to sex. During the day, they would do me any prison term 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 continue doing my work and be a good secretary, but many times I couldn't stop things because I was giving blowjobs or getting fucked. Interesting fact is that when my futurity Husband cry and set up our first particular date, I was being fucked on Dave's desk.

I answered the phone while I was bent over the desk. I had a hard time not moaning while I was talking to him and I had a hard time following the conversation. I even had a powerful sexual climax while I was talking to him. Even while my time to come Husband and I dated, I still fucked my two chief.

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

Going into unlike rooms of the house, we started sorting material. I went to my old bedroom and started putting the stuff I wanted to keep in a pile by the door. Carl was in the living room. Craig had gone into Dad's room and was going through the closet.

Craig yelled,"Hey, come in here. wait what I found."He came running out of Dad's bedroom into the sustenance room. He put a big box on the umber table and sat down on the couch. I came into the room and looked in the box. Carl sat down succeeding to his big brother.

Craig pulled a big photo album out of the box and opened it up. The very first picture, an 8X10 colouring material glossy, was of our mom. She was completely au naturel and standing in the sand at a beach. In the backcloth there were several people looking her focussing."Wow,"Carl said."Is that mom ?"

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

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

She was beautiful. She was inadequate and thin with long brown hair's-breadth and a beautiful aspect. Her most outstanding lineament was her big firm set of boobs.

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

I was still standing adjacent 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 couch tail 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 pageboy. The future exposure showed our mom on her script and knees, completely naked except for some red heights heel shoes. She was looking at the camera and one of her arms was positioned further back, giving the camera an fantabulous view of her big hanging 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 prat 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 munition 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 dainty,"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 finger's breadth over my leave behind nipple, which, of class, involuntarily swelled and hardened.

The next set of moving picture progressed quickly from just mom naked into pornography. The next photo was of her, on a bed, with her legs spread and her fingers on her clit. Her puss lips were swollen and red. They were parted undetermined with a look as she had just been used. Craig's gaze went from the photograph to me. I saw him get a big smile on his aspect. I knew what was next.

A mo later, I was sitting au naturel between the two of them."Even her pussy is undecomposed than yours,"Craig said viciously. He was doing his dear 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 words were really hurting my feelings, but at the same clip I was getting aroused by his treatment of me. I didn't understand why him saying mean affair about made me so hot, but it did. At the same time, Carl was still groping my mammilla were constantly. Unconsciously, I started fingering my own pussy increased the stimulus. Craig turned the Sir Frederick Handley Page in the photo album. The succeeding picture made me finger my clitoris even more.

The adjacent grouping of pictures had mom on her back, legs spread, infantry 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 certain my buddy noticed that too.

"What a good sport,"Craig said with a grin. He continued turning Sir Frederick Handley Page. 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 reverse cowgirl. From the way her mammilla looked in the photos you could assure that she was bouncing up and down on him.

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

"Oh, yeah,"Craig said. He looked at me and grinned an immorality 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 cunt. I sat down on him.

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

I gasped and cried out in infliction 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 cock and I knew he could finger it spasm around him.

"Oh, yeah,"he groaned. Between the upheaval and my sozzled clenching ass, the stimulation was too a lot for him. He shot his loading right up into my ass. The gibbosity of his rooster caused me even more pain as he spurt his snowy 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 moisten 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 couch and shoved his difficult cock up my pussy. He used my knocker 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 take a crap me forget about the pain.

While Carl fucked me, I watched Craig as he started digging deeper in the box that had the pic record album in it. He found a boastfully stave metal can that really interested him and he ran off with it. A couple 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 garb and senior high heels. The camera zoomed into her smiling typeface, scanned down her dead 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 in effect,"Craig said.

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

The man wasted no time. His hands moved up her torso and he pushed the dress straps off her articulatio humeri. He started to root for the dress down, exposing her big beautiful breasts and continued to advertize it down until it fell to the floor. With her standing there wearing nothing but her scanty and high cad, the man leaned down and kissed her nipple.

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

The man continued to suck on my mom's tits as he pushed her panties to the base. As soon as she was naked, the man stood erect and, with his hands on her shoulders, pushed her down onto her knee. Mom, put her handwriting 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 thickly rotating shaft and a fat read/write head. Mom looked really excited about it too.

The man pushed it down from its starchy vertical position until it pointed straight as her face. The tv camera zoomed in as she took the giant shaft into her backtalk and started sucking. She took more and more of it into her oral fissure until she had almost the entire affair down her throat.

Craig apparently liked the mind because he put his hand on the spinal column of my head and pushed me down onto his now rock punishing hammer. He didn't stop pushing until it was all the way in.

When Craig let me back 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 as the man started sucking her nipples. She sat up and continued to ride him for several arcminute before he pushed her off him. She got onto her hands and articulatio genus and the man mounted her from fundament. 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 word down again and held me there. His cock twitched in my pharynx. When he let me plump for up, I could tell the man fucking mom was close to cumming. He stopped banging her from behind and turned her over. He moved up her body, straddling her body, and pushed his pecker up between her big tits. Mom pushed them together for him. His cock pushed up between them. She licked and sucked the head every metre he pushed it up between her tits and up to her sassing. It didn't take the man very long at all before he started to cum. The man used his deal to pump the cum out of his spurting rooster and all over her face. The man got up off the bed and the camera zoomed in on mom's cum covered aspect and then the movie went black.

After a minute of blank shell 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 minute of arc later, the two men changed positions. It wasn't long before they both pulled out of her, pushed her down onto her stifle and beat off on her face. The movie ended.

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

For the following two days they kept me locked up in my room. 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 that they finally let me go, but not until they both fucked me again.

When I got to crop, both rick and Dave had their way with me as well. That evening, after work, was my initiative particular date with my succeeding husband. When he climbed on top of me that night, he didn't know that he was going to be the fifth part man to use up me that day .