For those of you who have not read any of what I have already chronicled about my wife I will leave you some background. I found my married woman when she was only eighteen, working as a repository. She was, and still is, beautiful. She has long thick Robert Brown whisker that flows down below her shoulders. Her tit are great, to the full, and natural with just a hint of sag. Each titty is tipped by large one shot light-brown areola that forms big beautiful circles around her protruding hard nipples. Her miserly tummy is apartment and her ass is strong and round. She always keeps her cunt shaved, except for a small sphere of hairsbreadth above her button. Her pussy lips are equally amazing. They are tenacious, but not too long, and distend and unresolved like a flower when she gets commove.

I, on the early hand, am a tall, thin, average looking guy, but I always keep myself in unspoilt physical body. My best property was my rooster. I am over nine in long and am very thick, all the way to the protuberant mushroom-like head. What my married woman, and other women, always appreciates the most is that it never really goes sonant. It stays around seven inches, even when ` flaccid', and hard enough to come home all but the tightest holes.

This fib is dead on target, written from Carole's perspective, with some alterations like epithet and dates. Liberty was taken to combine some experiences so the narrative would not drop back 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 in high spirits schooling, I looked like a tom-boy. I was still low in height, with forgetful brown hair, brown middle and glasses. I looked nerdy. I had niggling A-cup breasts and narrow boy-like hips.

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

About two calendar month into my fledgling year, I got the courage up to invite a boy over to my firm after shoal. My Dad, who was raising us alone after my mom died, was still at work and both my pal had sportswoman after school. 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 cock, he shot his wad. He was embarrassed and ran out of the theatre. I was alone and scotch. I tried a pair more fourth dimension with other male child, but without any real succeeder. They were all too offspring 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 study each other's clothing off, my Dad came home early. We were too engaged to find out him, but he heard us.

Dad came into my room and yelled at the boy, who quickly pulled up his pants and ran out of the house with my Dad following. I was still bare-breasted and trying to get my knickers back on when he came back in. He yelled at me and then grabbed my arm. He sat down on my bed and bent me over his knee joint. His left field arm went across my lower backrest and held me down. With his right, he pushed my pants 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 impertinence. Eventually, he tired and his hand came to a balance on my naked butt.

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

It was then that I felt something strange. With his hand still on my au naturel 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 lowly breast. I could feel my nipple 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 confused, I stood. My Dad's centre moved up and down my body, actually checking me out. I didn't understand it then, but when I look back, that was exactly what he was doing. He stood and said,"Get dressed. You are suspended until I say so. You will not birth any Thomas More boys over. Got it ?"

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

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

"okeh,"the Doctor said."Relax. It will be alright. Have a seat out in the waiting country 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,"Take all your clothes off and get up on the table."He patted the newspaper publisher covered test mesa."I'll be right back."

Slowly, tentatively, I took my wearing apparel off. I found a hospital gown on a chair, so I put that on and sat down on the table. The Doctor smiled when he came back in. He walked to the side of the exam tabular array and said,"You won't need this."He untied the fabric ties that secured my gown and pushed it off one shoulder joint than the other. The surgical gown fell to my lap. He pulled it off me and threw it over to the chairwoman where I found it.

For the next couple minutes, he took the normal medical recital, like my temperature, my affection charge per unit, and took some blood. Then he said,"Lay down."I did. I felt so vulnerable, laying there naked in front man of his glaring centre. He stared at me for a couple minutes with a vast grinning on his expression."You know,"he said finally,"I was your mom's Doctor as well."He seemed to reminisce for a instant and then he picked up the stirrup iron and pushed them into the slots on the exam table. He took grip of my ankle and put them in the stirrups.

Stepping back, he looked down and admired my naked body. He rubbed my hair with his bridge player and then moved it down my school principal. It continued down onto my chest, his digit lightly moving over one of my nipples, and then down onto my stomach."So young,"he said, as his manus moved up the inside of my thigh.

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

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

Just then I jumped a fiddling as he pushed his midriff finger up inside me. He looked up into my cheek and smiled."You are still very close. That's good."With his finger's breadth up inside me, this thumb danced over my clit. There was a wonderful, almost electric automobile, daze that washed over my eubstance. Both of my nipples instantly hardened. The doc smiled and laughed lightly."commodity,"he said."You are going to be a lot like your mom."

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

Then the Doctor of the Church turned back to me and with a grin on his face, he reached up and ran his hired hand over my right bosom. My mammilla involuntarily hardened again."Nice,"he said."You have some growing to do, but you will be wonderful."He rolled my tit between his quarter round and index before letting go.

When my Dad came in, I was still naked and sitting on the table. The physician addressed him."She is fine,"he started."I will have the upshot of the rake exam in a twosome days. I also recommend you put her on the pill, just in pillowcase. The nurse will give you a couple samples for while you get the preion filled. The contraceptive pill won't be efficacious for about two workweek, so view her closely."Dad frowned at me and nodded.

Finally the Doctor of the Church left and I got dressed. Dad took me home and made sure I took the first of the birthing control tab. I was watched closely from then on. Dad never trusted me. Pretty sure he was right not to trust me.

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

He was not wearing a shirt, only a pair of short. As he stood in front man of me, looking down at my face, he slowly unzipped his shorts and then let them drop to the level. It was the first gear metre I ever saw a man completely naked. My center wondered down his consistency. He was still in pretty good shape. His extensive powerful shoulders looked potent and his stomach was still flat.

Even in the wickedness, I could make out his manhood. I was amazed at how big it was. It looked huge. Now I know he was a little full-grown than average, but not lots, but at the time I thought he looked gigantic. It swung back and forth slightly as he moved. Behind the swinging dick was a turgid droopy set of balls.

Without speaking, he climbed into bed with me and laid down next to me. I was terrified, but didn't motility. On his side with his head supported by his left deal, he looked me in the eyes as he pushed down the blanket to expose me. He kicked the cover song down off the bed. Next he used his right hand to untie the bow in the front of my pj's hindquarters. Untied, he slowly pushed my pajama and my step-in down. He stopped when they were both at my knees. His manus came back up and grabbed onto the rear end of my pajama top. He had that up around my neck opening a couple seconds later.

I was nervous, confused, and scared as his hand came down over my breast and rested on my decently breast. He squeezed low house titty. My mamilla hardened in his script. I had no control over them. They just grew hard under his spot. I could see his grin widened as they did. His pinched my nipples lightly, twisting them between his thumb and forefinger, just like the medico did.

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

His deal eventually left my boobs and moved down my body. A s later I gasped in surprisal as he pushed his big midsection finger inside my vagina. He pushed it in all the way and held it there. Then with his thumb, he started rubbing my clit.

The touch was amazing. I was both terrified and in heaven at the same prison term. I had masturbated many fourth dimension before, but when soul else did it to me, it was mind-blowing. I couldn't finish myself from making small moaning randomness. I looked up at him and he had a vast smile on his face as I started to cum. My full physical structure convulsed. I shook with a tremendous feeling that I had never experienced before. I was completely overcome by the adept. I didn't want the intense orgasm to ever stop.

Dad pulled his finger out of me and sat up. He moved over on the bed. I was still panting, trying to recoup from the sexual climax, as he finished pulling my jammies freighter and pantie off. Then he climbed over me and campaign my legs apart.

He moved his consistency up between my cattle ranch legs until the very tip of his dick was pushing at the entrance to my soaked vagina. Then, with a slacken but steady push button, he moved his cock up into me. The usurpation surprised me. It hurt, but at the same time felt magnificent. He didn't stop pushing until he was completely buried inside me.

My body went mad. My puss spasmed around his rooster, constricting and releasing in quick succession. His eyes went blanket as he felt my pussy tightly force his cock. He just left it still, firmly buried inside me, enjoying the feeling, as he lifted my shirt and finished taking it off over my head.

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

Soon he was fucking me as if I was an experienced womanhood. He slammed hard into me with each trench poking. Sometime in there I came again. As the wondrous rush of orgasmic pleasure washed over my consistence, my pussy gripped him tight, squeezing him as he continued to fuck me.

It was then that I saw the look on his aspect. He got a looking of total pleasure. He started breathing heavily and his eyes slammed keep out tight. He started moaning,"Oh…oh…oh…"

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

He returned the next nighttime, and the following, and the next, and continued almost every night for the sleep of my metre in senior high school.

By the time I entered my sophomore year of gamey schooltime, my knocker had grown a little, growing to a 32B. I still looked like a tom-boy, with really short hair and glasses and specialise boy-like hips.

I was a bully deal more well-off with my Dad fucking me by then, but I still went out to find boy from school that would do me. The male child I found now were at least up to, but they weren't all that in force. Most of them were very quick to cum and didn't really worry about me orgasming. They were very much the slam bam, thank you ma'am kind. But I was getting laid a lot. Dad still came into my way almost every night.

One day, I left shoal early and came home. I was by myself because the boy I was going to vamoose schooltime with chickened out. When I got into the menage, I heard noise coming from my older brother's way. I snuck up to the door and peeked in.

Craig, my older brother by one yr, was the big macho football hero sandwich type. He was blonde, blue-eyed, marvelous and brawny. Needless to say, he was pop with the ladies.

When I peered in, I saw that he had a daughter in there and they were really going at it. The fille, a brunette with really big boobs, was on her hands and knees in the middle of the bed. Craig was on his knee joint behind her, pounding into her hard and fasting from behind. He was slamming into her so hard that her butt rippled from the impingement and her big titty bounced back and Forth. Both of them were moaning and groaning as they fucked.

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

I continued to watch them. The two of them kissed and held each other tight until my chum broke disengage of her grasp and moved his face down to her chest. For the succeeding respective minute, Craig sucked her big nipple. Squeezing one with his hand while sucking on the early one. The lady friend watched him, with a big grin 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 rachis. No one had really bothered to wager with my little dumbbell. I hadn't really realized that early attitude were uncommitted. Looking back now, I realize how naïve and innocent I was. I moved back away from the room access and silently left the house. Or so I thought. I found out later that Craig had seen me watching, but had just continued with his girl.

The side by side night, a Friday, Dad had to go on a stage business trip-up. Carl, my little crony, got permission to go chaffer a friend for the weekend, so I was alone with Craig.

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

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

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

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

But he didn't move. Instead, he reached down and grabbed the recess of my towel and ripped it off of me. I tried to pay heed onto it, but he was too fast and strong. He threw the towel to the chemical group and then pinned me up against the bulwark. I tried to fight, but he took both my articulatio radiocarpea in his big handwriting and pushed them back against the rampart. I stopped fighting.

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

"Ouch,"I complained.

"Oh, shut up,"he said, pulling me down the hall. He pushed me into his room and then down onto his bed. I tried to struggle, but he was way too unattackable. He grabbed my arm and turned me over onto my stomach and then pulled me up onto my hands and knees. I felt him fumble with his short pants until he got them unzipped enough to eject his cock. Then it happened. He rammed his hard cock into me from behind.

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

The stead gave me a completely dissimilar sensation. Almost every thrust caused his big hanging nut to slap against my clit and the angle of his cock felt completely different. But it felt wonderful. The fucking started to seduce me gasp and waves of pleasure moved up my torso 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 shoulder while the other snap up my hair and pulled my fountainhead back.

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

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

"So what ?"he said, cruelly."I don't care."He laid down on the bed next to me and stay fresh me pinned down. His font went down to my boob and he took a nipple into his mouth. For the next respective minutes, he sucked and chewed on my hard 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 legs and went into my room.

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

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

By my junior year I had filled out a little. My boobs had grown to a respectable 32C. I was still pretty penny-pinching, but my hip had started to get some material body. Overall, I was pretty happy with what was happening to my body, especially because boys were looking at me all the time.

Dad and Craig both appreciated it too. Both of them spent more time performing 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 by-blow would never let me play with my clitoris while we fucked. Dad, however, enjoyed watching me sexual climax and would try to defecate me cum as many sentence as he could before he finished with me.

About half way through the year, Dad got a promotion at body of work. The only bad section was that he had to work night break. What that meant for me was that Craig had all dark with me and Dad would take me early in the morning when he came home base. I didn't get a good deal sleep.

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

"I don't charge 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 blue jean and a sweatshirt. On the way to the party, Craig made me select off my bra. I was very uncomfortable without it, especially because it was cold out and my tit pushed hard against the sweatshirt making them plainly obvious.

The party was mostly guys, with a few girls here and there. Craig made me survey 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 11 o'clock I had a good buzz going on. By then all of the couples had left, leaving me the simply fille at the party with still a dependable number of guys.

Craig led me over to a chemical group of cat that was sharing a spliff. Craig joined in."Can I ?"I asked, my word a short slurred.

The man with the joint in his mouth looked at me and then said,"If you show me those you can."He looked down at my mammilla. I was drunk enough to do it. I took grasp of the bottom 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 smiling."Okay then, here ya go."He handed me the joint. It didn't take much before I was both senior high school and rummy.

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

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

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

"I don't give a prick,"my comrade responded with a laugh."Have at it."

The guy took it to heart. He took my hired man and pulled me up onto my metrical foot, which made my headway twisting. I blinked and staggered a little as he moved around behind me. Reaching around me, he took both my nipple in his hands and started to grope me. He started grinding his crotch into my ass at the same time. When I could see more clearly, I saw that several of the other guys were watching him fondle my still covered tits.

One of the other guys walked over and said,"These are pretty nice."His workforce came up under my tits while the early guy's hands moved down to my sides. The guy in figurehead of me started to wreak with my tits, lifting them and then letting go to observe them bounce. As he did it, my mammilla got harder. Everyone noticed."You like that, don't you ?"the guy said.

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

Then the guy behind me took clutch of the bed of my jumper and quickly lifted it up. I lifted my arms, letting him disinvest me. He threw my sweatshirt to one of the other guy wire and then leaned back in. He started kissing my neck as his hands returned to my tits.

His kisses and little chomp sent frisson down my torso as he squeezed my tits in his hand. 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 odd tit just under the nipple and then closed his mouth around it. He sucked the mammilla into his mouth.

Another guy moved in on my other tit. This guys was not so blue. He opened his mouth wide and took as much of my tit into it as he could and then sucked hard. For the next several minute, guys took turn of events groping and sucking my tits.

Eventually, Craig stepped in."okeh, sentence for me to use up her home plate,"he said. Everyone moaned, but no one objected seriously. Craig was the vainglorious guy there and they all knew it."Where is her shirt ?"

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

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

"Okay, okay, okay,"Craig interrupted."I'm taking her home."

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

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

Dad was at piece of work but Carl, my footling brother, was at home base. The look on Carl's face when we walked in was screaming. Hammered, I laughed when I saw his look. He was in jounce and couldn't make his optic off me. I stumbled into the life way and sat down on the couch, never bothering to breed myself. Craig went into his room and then the bathroom and returned with a glass of weewee and a humble pill.

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

inebriate and stupid, I took the pill. It wasn't fifteen bit later that I was feeling the issue. Within a half time of day, I was on my backrest on the lounge. I was even giddy than before. Everything around me was clear visually, but it was like wasn't real. I could see, try and feel everything, but I couldn't coordinate myself sufficiency to proceed or talk. Even though I tried, my body was like jelly, without heftiness, and my speech was garbled and barely hearable. Craig pulled me up further onto the couch. As a tryout, he pinched my nipple and pulled on it hard. I mumbled some gabled words, not able to put speech together in a sentence. He smiled and winked at me.

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

Carl just nodded. Carl was two years untested than me. He was nerdy, don chalk and was the peewee of the litter. His big buddy, however, always looked after him.

"ejaculate 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 raw tit. The touch made my nipple harden."See,"Craig said,"she likes it."

This encouraged Carl, who then started to grab both of my titmouse. A couple seconds later, he had his hand's full of tit and was squeezing. I could see the luxuria in his heart as he played with my titty, but I could do nada to block up him.

Craig watched for a while and then he said,"Here, retard this out."He moved Carl out of the way and unsnapped my jeans. A minute later, Craig had pulled my jeans and panties off. He pushed his hand between my wooden leg 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 okeh ?"Carl responded.

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

Carl dropped his knickers in a trice and was on the sofa between my leg. I tried to speak, but it only came out in an intelligible mumble. I watched as he maneuvered himself into place so he could push his hard cock into my snatch. He rammed it into me.

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

He started fucking me so hard my tit bounced all over. He watched them move as he fucked me. It didn't take him Thomas More than a minute before he came inside me. He panted and groaned, making all kinds of weird facial reflection 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 flooring. I fell onto my face. Craig mounted me from behind as I lay there on my belly. A couple minutes later, he added his load to his crony'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, 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 metre before he did.

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

That summer, I started to let my fuzz grow. My boobs filled out a little more and so did my hips. I started to look more like a little girl than a hoyden. Sex with Dad continued as usual, missionary each morning when he came habitation from work.

Sex with Carl was a dissimilar story. Carl was completely enamored with my tits. He developed, and still has, a major tit juju. He played with them every time he had a chance. While he was riding me, his hands were always on them. It was during this time that I realized just how responsive my nipple were. They would hardened and protrude at the world-class skin senses. Sometimes just the mentation of them being touched, kissed, or licked was enough.

When we were out in public, Carl would always try to embarrass me by running his finger's breadth over my nipples and making them cling out. They would become seeable even if I was wearing a thick shirt or jumper. 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 perpetual, but I still had some time to get household some boy from school. Counting the schooling male child, Dad and my niggling crony, I'd say on average, I was having sex two to three meter a day.

By the time I graduated, I had become a good looking untried lady. My hair's-breadth had grown down to shoulder length. It was thick-skulled and dingy Robert Brown. I wore contact lens instead of glassful and my tits had grown to a very respectable 32D. I still wasn't eighteen when I graduated and my grades weren't really skillful enough to go to college, so I just stayed home and kept star sign for my Dad.

When I did turn eighteen, I moved out of the house and got a job. The first one I found was a secretary job at a modest twist office. I had two bosses, 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 firstly Friday, Dave came up behind me as I sat and typed a letter of the alphabet at my desk. He put his hands on my shoulders and started massaging them. I was vernal and inexperienced and didn't know what to do, so I just let him uphold 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 thorax and cupped my dope, lifting them slightly in his deal. He started kissing my neck and rubbing my titty. A shudder 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 chest and then went back to fondling my boob. Pushing his hand down inside my bra, he felt my naked tit shape. My nipple pushed out into his fingerbreadth. 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 next, however, was not what I expected. He spun me around in my chair. When I turned I came face to brass with his cock. He put his manpower behind my head teacher and pulled my face 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 little, but normally, all the sex I had ever had was a guy sticking his dick in my vagina and pounding away. I knew what he wanted, but I wasn't really certainly how to do it, and I wanted to do it right.

Trying my best, I took it in my backtalk and started sucking. Before long, he took control of my head and started moving it back and Forth River. His tool basically started using my rima oris as a slit. But then he started to get a little more repetitive. He pulled my school principal harder into his crotch, forcing his cock further and further into his mouth. He wasn't Brobdingnagian, but he was longer than average. I had never sucked a dick before, let alone a seven-inch one. But I let him ascertain me. A couple deep thrusts later, he rammed his stiff cock all the way into my mouth and down my throat.

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

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

I couldn't breathe, but I held stiff letting him control everything. Then his tool started to squeeze. I could experience it get to pump cum. Not sure enough what to do, I guess I panicked a footling. I pulled my pass back and his spurting prick came out of my mouth and sprayed cum all over my face.

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

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

When I left the john, I walked properly by kink, my other hirer, who was making copies at the copy machine. He stopped me. On his face was a big grin.

The intact matter, of course had been planned by the two cat, but I was just too young and naif to calculate that out until a good deal later.

"What's that on your shirt ?"he asked, pointing at the cum billet."seminal fluid here,"Rick continued."Let me see."He ran his fingers over the brand, several of which, coincidently, were on my boobs. His finger stopped directly on top of my go forth mammilla."This looks like you have been a juicy girl,"he said, pushing his digit into my dumbbell. My nipple responded instantly to his touch.

"You can't wear a shirt like that here in the berth,"he said with a smiling."cum here."kink pulled me over to the water fountain and pushed the button. He cupped his mitt and filled it with H2O. I knew what he was about to do, but I didn't stop him in meter. The cold water made me gasp as he started pouring it from his mitt down onto my chest. He got another smattering and did it again. The piddle was freezing and he didn't halt until almost all of the front of my shirt was wet.

The blouse became crystal clear with the H2O. My John Brown round areola were plainly visible, even with the bra. haystack stepped back and admired the view."That's not any sound,"he said."William Tell you what, yield me your shirt."He held his script out."I'll see if we can dry it off."He stood there, with his hired hand out and waited."Come on, give it to me,"he repeated. He acted impatient and reached over and lifted my blouse up. For some reason, I just let him take it off me. Then, without another word, he reached around me and unsnapped my bra."I'll take this too,"he said, pulling it off of me.

"Wow,"he said, staring at my big firm naked breast."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 covering fire of the machine and patting the ice top. He took cargo area of me and guided me over and put my tits on the copier. He made several copies, moving me around on the field glass, before he was glad with the crack."This is perfect,"he said."It's going up behind my desk."

He just dropped my bra and blouse onto the floor, and took me into his situation. He closed the door and pulled me up to him. He kissed me hard on the oral fissure. His hired man wondered down my nude back and then around to my forepart of my waistline. A minute later, my drawers were down around my ankles and I was standing naked in his office. Without a Book, he turned me around, bent me over his desk, and mounted me from behind.

I let out a small moan when his turncock pushed up into me. Grabbing clutches of my rosehip he started to thrust into me. He reached up and took cargo deck of my pap as they swung. Squeezing them hard, he made one last thrust forward and came inscrutable inside me.

From then on, almost every day, one or both of them would pick out me into their office and fuck me in their spot. They had me wearing very revealing wearable to act so they could"get a sound look"at me. I was banned from wearing bra to work ever. Even when we had clients in the position, they would reach sure enough that my shirt was as subject as possible without completely exposing my thorax."A lilliputian bit of nipple is hunky-dory,"Dave would recount me,"but not the whole thing."

I thought wrick 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 customer that went in there got a good look at it and most figured out they were mine.

It was during this sentence that I learned to really revel men looking at me as a sex object. I loved the fact that I could wear something that would take a leak 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 give birth me climb under his desk and spend time sucking on his spent cock, sucking his testis, or both until he was hard enough to fuck 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 rear end, all variety of unlike path.

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 clock time they wanted. I couldn't say no to them. If they wanted it, I wanted to grant it to them.

I did try my considerably to continue doing my employment and be a effective secretaire, but many fourth dimension I couldn't finish things because I was giving cock sucking or getting fucked. interesting fact is that when my future tense Husband call and set up our first-class honours degree date, I was being fucked on Dave's desk.

I answered the phone while I was bent over the desk. I had a unvoiced time not moaning while I was talking to him and I had a knockout time following the conversation. I even had a mighty orgasm while I was talking to him. Even while my succeeding 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 home to image out what to do. The sign of the zodiac was paid for and Dad's will left it to the three of us equally, but Craig and I agreed to give the sign of the zodiac 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 separate up some of the property.

Going into different rooms of the menage, we started sorting stuff. I went to my old sleeping room and started putting the poppycock I wanted to keep open in a megabucks by the door. Carl was in the support 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 bedroom into the sustenance room. He put a big box on the chocolate tabular array and sat down on the couch. I came into the elbow room and looked in the box. Carl sat down next to his big brother.

Craig pulled a big pic album out of the box and opened it up. The very first picture, an 8X10 color glossy, was of our mom. She was completely naked and standing in the sand at a beach. In the background there were various the great unwashed 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 poor and flimsy with long brownish hair and a beautiful face. Her most outstanding feature was her big house set of boobs.

Craig turned the page. The low gear half of the book was entire Sir Frederick Handley Page pictures of mom naked. It progressed from her just standing there, to her in intimate positions. My brother 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 cast seat between them. I knew this wasn't going to end well for me, but I did what he told me to do. I sat down between my brothers.

He turned the page. The next photo showed our mom on her hands and knees, completely naked except for some red high bounder shoes. She was looking at the camera and one of her branch was positioned further back, giving the camera an fantabulous view of her big suspension tits."She's much better looking that you are,"Craig said cruelly to me.

"Her breast 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 often choice. I just lifted my arms as he pulled it off. Carl quickly unsnapped my bra, he was getting really estimable 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 word picture and me,"or as big."

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

The next set of impression progressed quickly from just mom naked into erotica. The succeeding pic was of her, on a bed, with her legs bedcover and her fingers on her clitoris. Her pussy rim were swollen and red. They were parted open with a look as she had just been used. Craig's gaze went from the pic to me. I saw him get a big smiling on his face. I knew what was next.

A moment later, I was sitting naked between the two of them."Even her pussy is better than yours,"Craig said viciously. He was doing his outflank 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 tactual sensation, but at the Lapp sentence I was getting aroused by his treatment of me. I didn't understand why him saying mean things about made me so hot, but it did. At the same time, Carl was still groping my teat were constantly. Unconsciously, I started fingering my own pussy increased the arousal. Craig turned the page in the photo record album. The next picture made me finger my clit even more.

The next group of pictures had mom on her back, stage spread, infantry up in the air, with Dad pounding into her. What was really interesting was that the photographs were obviously taken by another soul, not from a tripod or a stationary attitude. I'm surely my brothers noticed that too.

"What a thoroughly sport,"Craig said with a grinning. He continued turning pages. After several to a greater extent on the two of them fucking missionary. The following set was mom sitting down on him, in what I now know is turnaround cowgirl. From the way her tits looked in the photos you could tell that she was bouncing up and down on him.

Then in one of the photograph, 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 pussy. I sat down on him.

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

I gasped and cried out in nuisance as his big dick forced its way up my bantam prick."Please…"I begged."No…stop…please…"I looked down between my branch 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 feel it spasm around him.

"Oh, yeah,"he groaned. Between the excitement and my nasty clenching ass, the stimulation was too much for him. He shot his load rightfulness up into my ass. The prominence of his cock caused me even more pain sensation as he spurt his white hot cum up into me. I cried out again in pain.

Craig didn't precaution. 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 can to wash away off his soiled cock.

As soon as Craig left the way, Carl, who was naked by now, climbed on top of me. He pushed me back on the couch and shoved his hard cock up my pussy. He used my tits 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 get to me forget about the pain.

While Carl fucked me, I watched Craig as he started digging deeper in the box that had the exposure record album in it. He found a large round metal can that really interested him and he ran off with it. A couplet minutes later, he came back into the living room with the can and an old projector that my Dad had.

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

On the way a picture show started. It was my mom again. She looked beautiful in a sexy red dress and high gear heels. The tv camera zoomed into her smiling face, scanned down her consistency 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 respectable,"Craig said.

Mom turned towards the man and smiled. The cinematographer, presumably our Dad, moved around to get a incline dig of the two of them. The man stood and approached mom. He wrapped his arms around her waist, she put her arms over his articulatio humeri and they kissed.

The man wasted no prison term. His hands moved up her body and he pushed the frock straps off her shoulder. He started to draw out the garb down, exposing her big beautiful tit and continued to push it down until it fell to the floor. With her standing there wearing cypher but her panty and high heels, the man leaned down and kissed her nipple.

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

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

Man, standing over her, dominating her, unzipped his pant and dropped his pants. Out of his drawers popped a vast stopcock. I had never seen one so big. Not only was it really long, but it had a thick shaft and a fat head. Mom looked really excited about it too.

The man pushed it down from its stiff upright positioning until it pointed straight as her brass. The camera zoomed in as she took the goliath stopcock into her mouth and started sucking. She took Sir Thomas More and Sir Thomas More of it into her rima oris until she had almost the integral matter down her throat.

Craig apparently liked the theme because he put his handwriting on the back of my header and pushed me down onto his now rock concentrated stopcock. He didn't catch pushing until it was all the way in.

When Craig let me endorse 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 of the eye as the man started sucking her nipples. She sat up and continued to hinge on him for several minutes before he pushed her off him. She got onto her paw and knee joint 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 school principal down again and held me there. His stopcock twitched in my throat. When he let me back up, I could separate 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 torso, and pushed his cock up between her big tits. Mom pushed them together for him. His cock pushed up between them. She licked and sucked the principal every sentence he pushed it up between her knocker and up to her mouth. It didn't take the man very long at all before he started to cum. The man used his helping hand to pump the cum out of his spurting peter and all over her face. The man got up off the bed and the photographic camera zoomed in on mom's cum covered brass and then the movie went black.

After a minute of dummy filmdom, 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. dyad second later, the two men changed positions. It wasn't long before they both pulled out of her, pushed her down onto her knees and beat off on her brass. The movie ended.

I knew what my sidekick 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 next two twenty-four hours 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 play on Monday morning that they finally let me go, but not until they both fucked me again.

When I got to mold, both kink and Dave had their way with me as well. That eventide, after study, was my first of all date with my future husband. When he climbed on top of me that night, he didn't know that he was going to be the fifth man to convey me that day .