For those of you who have not read any of what I have already chronicled about my wife I will give you some desktop. I found my married woman when she was only eighteen, working as a escritoire. She was, and still is, beautiful. She has long thick brown hair that flows down below her shoulders. Her titty are large, full, and natural with just a intimation of sag. Each breast is tipped by heavy troll light-brown areola that forms big beautiful circles around her protruding hard mammilla. Her tight stomach is matte and her ass is severe and circle. She always keeps her pussy shaved, except for a small area of hairsbreadth above her button. Her pussy back talk are equally amazing. They are long, but not too long, and distend and afford like a heyday when she gets excited.

I, on the other hand, am a tall, thin, medium looking guy, but I always keep myself in good chassis. My respectable attribute was my putz. I am over nine in long and am very thick, all the way to the bulbous mushroom-like head. What my wife, and former women, always appreciates the most is that it never really goes soft. It stays around seven in, even when ` flaccid', and hard enough to penetrate all but the squiffy kettle of fish.

This narrative is dead on target, written from Carole's perspective, with some alteration like names and escort. Liberty was taken to combine some experiences so the level 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 small in height, with light chocolate-brown hair, brown eyes and glasses. I looked nerdy. I had little A-cup tit and narrow boy-like hips.

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

About two months into my freshman twelvemonth, I got the courageousness up to invite a boy over to my house after school. My Dad, who was raising us alone after my mom died, was still at work and both my brothers had mutation after schooltime. 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 hawkshaw, 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 boys, but without any really success. They were all too new and stupid.

I finally got a boy over that I thought would be able to scratch my itch, but when we started to kiss and lease each early's clothing off, my Dad came home early. We were too engaged to get word 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 star sign with my Dad following. I was still topless and trying to get my pants back on when he came back in. He yelled at me and then grabbed my arm. He sat down on my bed and bent-grass me over his knee. His left arm went across my depleted back and held me down. With his right field, he pushed my bloomers down around my knees.

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

Out of breath, he said,"What have I told you about having boy over while I'm not home ? And what the hell are you doing ? You are way too Brigham Young to start 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 hand arm came off my dorsum and his hand came up under me, across my chest. His hand cupped my pocket-size breast. I could palpate my tit harden in his hired hand. So could he. He squeezed my tit and then moved back and Forth River slightly, letting my hard nipple rum over his fingers.

"Get up,"he told me. Still crying and now at sea, I stood. My Dad's optic moved up and down my body, actually checking me out. I didn't understand it then, but when I look back, that was exactly what he was doing. He stood and said,"Get dressed. You are suspended until I say so. You will not have any more son over. Got it ?"

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

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

"Okay,"the Doctor said."Relax. It will be alright. Have a derriere out in the waiting area and I'll birdcall 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 apparel off and get up on the table."He patted the paper covered exam table."I'll be mightily back."

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

For the next brace mo, he took the formula health check readings, like my temperature, my heart rate, and took some blood. Then he said,"Lay down."I did. I felt so vulnerable, laying there naked in front of his glaring eyes. He stared at me for a couple minutes with a huge grin on his face."You know,"he said finally,"I was your mom's Doctor as well."He seemed to reminisce for a minute and then he picked up the stirrup iron and pushed them into the slots on the exam tabular array. He took hold of my ankles and put them in the stirrups.

Stepping back, he looked down and look up to my naked body. He rubbed my hair with his bridge player and then moved it down my head. 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 legs and looked down at my vagina."William Tell me the verity,"he said."Has anyone penetrated you yet ?"

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

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

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

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

When my Dad came in, I was still naked and sitting on the board. The physician addressed him."She is hunky-dory,"he started."I will bear the results of the bloodline tests in a yoke day. I also recommend you put her on the oral contraceptive, just in case. The nursemaid will grant you a couple sample distribution for while you get the preion filled. The pill won't be efficient for about two weeks, so find out her closely."Dad frowned at me and nodded.

Finally the medico left and I got dressed. Dad took me home and made for sure I took the first off of the parturition control pills. I was watched closely from then on. Dad never trusted me. Pretty certain he was right not to commit me.

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

He was not wearing a shirt, only a duo of shorts. As he stood in front of me, looking down at my cheek, he slowly unzipped his boxers and then let them drop to the base. It was the first prison term I ever saw a man completely naked. My center wondered down his dead body. He was still in pretty good shape. His across-the-board muscular berm looked hefty and his stomach was still flat.

Even in the night, I could make out his manhood. I was amazed at how big it was. It looked huge. Now I know he was a little bigger than average, but not a good deal, but at the fourth dimension I thought he looked mammoth. It swung back and forth slightly as he moved. Behind the swinging shaft was a turgid droopy set of balls.

Without speaking, he climbed into bed with me and laid down following to me. I was terrified, but didn't move. On his side with his nous supported by his forget hand, he looked me in the middle as he pushed down the blankets to uncover me. He kicked the covers down off the bed. Next he used his rectify hired hand to untie the bow in the social movement of my pajama fanny. Untied, he slowly pushed my pajamas and my pantie down. He stopped when they were both at my human knee. His handwriting came back up and grabbed onto the bum of my pajama top. He had that up around my neck opening a duad seconds later.

I was aflutter, flurry, and scared as his hand came down over my pectus and rested on my right breast. He squeezed small firm boobs. My pap hardened in his hands. I had no control over them. They just grew hard under his soupcon. I could see his smiling widened as they did. His filch my nipples lightly, twisting them between his thumb and forefinger, just like the Doctor did.

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

His hand eventually left my dope and moved down my body. A second later I gasped in surprisal as he pushed his big center finger inside my vagina. He pushed it in all the way and held it there. Then with his ovolo, he started rubbing my clit.

The feeling was amazing. I was both panicky and in heaven at the Lapp time. I had masturbated many times before, but when someone else did it to me, it was mind-blowing. I couldn't stop myself from making pocket-size moaning racket. I looked up at him and he had a huge smile on his brass as I started to cum. My entire consistence convulsed. I shook with a grotesque feeling that I had never experienced before. I was completely overcome by the sensory faculty. I didn't want the intense orgasm to ever stop.

Dad pulled his fingerbreadth out of me and sat up. He moved over on the bed. I was still panting, trying to recover from the orgasm, as he finished pulling my jammies bottoms and step-in off. Then he climbed over me and press my legs apart.

He moved his body up between my spreading legs until the very tip of his gumshoe was pushing at the entrance to my nasty vagina. Then, with a slow but steady push, he moved his cock up into me. The violation surprised me. It hurt, but at the like clip felt magnificent. He didn't arrest pushing until he was completely buried inside me.

My body went mad. My pussy spasmed around his dick, constricting and releasing in straightaway succession. His eyes went wide as he felt my twat tightly nip his prick. He just left it still, firmly buried inside me, enjoying the flavor, as he lifted my shirt and finished taking it off over my head.

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

Soon he was fucking me as if I was an feel woman. He slammed hard into me with each bass drive. Sometime in there I came again. As the wonderful haste of orgasmic pleasure washed over my soundbox, my pussy gripped him tight, squeezing him as he continued to fuck me.

It was then that I saw the look on his facial expression. He got a look of total delight. He started breathing heavily and his middle slammed closed tight. He started moaning,"Oh…oh…oh…"

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

He returned the adjacent night, and the next, and the future, and continued almost every night for the rest of my time in richly school.

By the clock time I entered my soph year of heights school, my boobs had grown a little, growing to a 32B. I still looked like a tom-boy, with really short hair and glass and narrow boy-like hips.

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

One day, I left shoal other and came family. I was by myself because the boy I was going to skip schooling with chickened out. When I got into the theater, I heard noise coming from my quondam brother's way. I snuck up to the doorway and peeked in.

Craig, my older pal by one year, was the big macho football hero type. He was blonde, fair-haired, tall and hefty. needle to say, he was popular with the ladies.

When I peered in, I saw that he had a girlfriend in there and they were really going at it. The daughter, a brunette with really big tit, was on her hands and human knee in the middle of the bed. Craig was on his articulatio genus behind her, pounding into her hard and fast from behind. He was slamming into her so firmly that her butt rippled from the impact and her big bosom bounced back and forth. Both of them were moaning and groaning as they fucked.

The both of them came at the Same meter. Craig's head went back as he launched his cum into the miss. 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 gratuitous of her grip and moved his face down to her breast. For the following several minutes, Craig sucked her big boob. Squeezing one with his paw while sucking on the early one. The little girl watched him, with a big smile on her font, as he feasted on her tits.

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

The next night, a Friday, Dad had to go on a business sector trip. Carl, my picayune brother, got permission to go chew the fat a Quaker for the weekend, so I was alone with Craig.

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

I got out of the exhibitioner and dried off. I tied the big towel around my 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 tug passed him.

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

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

But he didn't motion. Instead, he reached down and grabbed the recess of my towel and ripped it off of me. I tried to advert onto it, but he was too degenerate and strong. He threw the towel to the grouping and then pinned me up against the rampart. I tried to struggle, but he took both my articulatio radiocarpea in his big hands and pushed them back against the wall. I stopped fighting.

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

"Ouch,"I complained.

"Oh, shut up,"he said, pulling me down the dorm. He pushed me into his way and then down onto his bed. I tried to struggle, but he was way too strong. He grabbed my arm and turned me over onto my belly and then pulled me up onto my hands and genu. I felt him botch with his boxers until he got them unzipped enough to release his tool. Then it happened. He rammed his hard hammer into me from behind.

"Oh, yeah,"he panted."Tight as fuck."His tool was different from Dad's. It was a trivial longer and lots fatter. He grabbed my pelvic girdle and started to have it off me hard.

The position gave me a completely different sensation. Almost every stab caused his big hanging lump to slap against my clit and the slant of his shaft felt completely different. But it felt fantastic. The fucking started to make me gasp and waves of pleasure moved up my torso with each thrust.

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

I was in a sexual craze when he came. I couldn't mastery my heaving and moaning and my total body shook uncontrollably in exaltation, except I wasn't cumming. He shot his hot warhead into me, holding himself mysterious inside me until he was done spurting. Then he pulled out and crusade me down onto the bed. I turned to lay on my back.

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

"So what ?"he said, cruelly."I don't care."He laid down on the bed next to me and hold on me pinned down. His face went down to my tits and he took a mammilla into his oral cavity. For the adjacent several instant, 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 leg and went into my room.

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

The quietus of my sophomore year I was regularly fucked by both Craig and my Dad. Neither one of them knew about the early. I was engaged and felicitous 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 condition. Overall, I was pretty felicitous with what was happening to my body, especially because male child were looking at me all the time.

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

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

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

"I don't maintenance what you want,"he told me."Get set or I'll harm you."I knew he meant it, so I put on a distich of jeans and a sweatshirt. On the way to the political party, Craig made me take off my bra. I was very uncomfortable without it, especially because it was cold out and my nipples pushed hard against the sweatshirt making them plainly obvious.

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

I started drinking beer early and by eleven o'clock I had a good buzz going on. By then all of the couples had left, leaving me the alone girl at the company with still a good turn of guys.

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

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

I started to get a little dizzy, so I sat down on the couch. One of the cat 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 tits in his hands and squeezed them. In my haze, I just smiled up at him. Then he looked and saw my brother standing future to him."Oh, I'm sorry,"he said, pulling his hands away quickly.

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

The guy took it to heart. He took my hands and pulled me up onto my metrical unit, which made my head spin. I blinked and staggered a little as he moved around behind me. Reaching around me, he took both my tits in his hands and started to grope me. He started grinding his fork into my ass at the Saami meter. When I could see more clearly, I saw that several of the other guy rope were watching him fondle my still covered tits.

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

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

Then the guy behind me took hold of the bottom of my sweater and quickly lifted it up. I lifted my arms, letting him dismantle me. He threw my sweatshirt to one of the other guys and then leaned back in. He started kissing my cervix as his hands returned to my tits.

His kiss and fiddling bites sent shivers down my torso as he squeezed my titty in his manpower. 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 go forth tit just under the pap and then closed his backtalk around it. He sucked the nipple into his mouth.

Another guy moved in on my early tit. This guys was not so placate. He opened his oral fissure panoptic and took as lots of my tit into it as he could and then sucked hard. For the adjacent several minutes, guy rope took spell groping and sucking my tits.

Eventually, Craig stepped in."Okay, time for me to engage her home,"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 smiling on his face.

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

"OK, okay, 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 nipple in his deal, pushed them together and squeezed. Everyone laughed. Craig put me in the car and ride home.

Dad was at work but Carl, my little brother, was at home. The spirit on Carl's face when we walked in was uproarious. Hammered, I laughed when I saw his face. He was in shock and couldn't guide his eyes off me. I stumbled into the aliveness elbow room 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 H2O and a modest pill.

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

Drunk and stupid, I took the pill. It wasn't fifteen minutes later that I was feeling the gist. Within a one-half time of day, I was on my backbone on the couch. I was even light-headed than before. Everything around me was earn visually, but it was like wasn't real. I could see, get a line and experience everything, but I couldn't co-ordinate myself decent to affect or verbalise. Even though I tried, my body was like jelly, without musculus, and my speech was garbled and barely audible. Craig pulled me up further onto the redact. As a psychometric test, he pinched my nipple and pulled on it gruelling. I mumbled some gabled Word of God, not able-bodied to put Scripture together in a sentence. He smiled and winked at me.

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

Carl just nodded. Carl was two years untested than me. He was nerdy, wore drinking glass and was the runt of the litter. His big brother, however, always looked after him.

"cum 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 script on my bare tit. The spot made my nipple harden."See,"Craig said,"she likes it."

This encouraged Carl, who then started to grab both of my breast. A duet seconds later, he had his paw's full of tit and was squeezing. I could see the lust in his heart as he played with my tits, but I could do nada to contain him.

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

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

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

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

Carl dropped his pants in a newsflash and was on the couch between my legs. I tried to mouth, but it only came out in an understandable gum. I watched as he maneuvered himself into place so he could push his hard cock into my cunt. 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 wondrous. I just watched as he went at it. The looking on his human face as he fucked me showed his passion and lust. I didn't understand it but I loved the flavour that my consistency was being used to make a man, or boy in this case, go crazy.

He started fucking me so hard my titmouse bounced all over. He watched them incite as he fucked me. It didn't take him more than a minute before he came inside me. He panted and groaned, making all kinds of weird facial nerve locution 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 tum. A brace bit later, he added his loading to his brother's. When they both recovered, they picked me up, took what was left of my sweater off me, and put me in my bed.

Early the 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 meter before he did.

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

That summertime, I started to let my hair grow. My boobs filled out a little more and so did my pelvic arch. I started to look more like a girl than a romp. Sex with Dad continued as common, missionary each dawn when he came menage from oeuvre.

Sex with Carl was a unlike account. Carl was completely enamored with my tits. He developed, and still has, a John Roy Major tit fetish. He played with them every time he had a chance. While he was riding me, his hands were always on them. It was during this fourth dimension that I realized just how responsive my mamilla were. They would hardened and protrude at the first touch. Sometimes just the thought of them being touched, kissed, or licked was enough.

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

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

By the metre I graduated, I had become a serious looking young gentlewoman. My hair's-breadth had grown down to shoulder duration. It was buddy-buddy and sullen Brown University. I wore contacts instead of glasses and my pap had grown to a very estimable 32D. I still wasn't eighteen when I graduated and my grades weren't really good enough to go to college, so I just stayed home and kept house for my Dad.

When I did turn eighteen, I moved out of the house and got a job. The foremost one I found was a secretaire job at a humble twist business office. I had two political boss, Dave and kink and the three of us worked in a trailer at the body of work site. It only took a couple of Clarence Day before I caught them eyeing me up.

Early afternoon on the kickoff Fri, Dave came up behind me as I sat and typed a varsity letter at my desk. He put his hand on my shoulders and started massaging them. I was young and inexperient and didn't know what to do, so I just let him cover 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 chest and cupped my boobs, lifting them slightly in his workforce. He started kissing my neck and rubbing my knocker. A tingle ran down my body.

I guess he sensed right away that I was not going to object. He lifted my blouse up to over the top of my breasts and then went back to fondling my tits. Pushing his custody down inside my bra, he felt my naked tit flesh. My mammilla pushed out into his fingers. When he felt that, he got more fast-growing. 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 side to face with his cock. He put his bridge player behind my head 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 small, but normally, all the sex I had ever had was a guy sticking his tool in my vagina and pounding away. I knew what he wanted, but I wasn't really sure how to do it, and I wanted to do it right.

Trying my outflank, I took it in my backtalk and started sucking. Before long, he took mastery of my head and started moving it back and forth. His hammer basically started using my mouth as a pussy. But then he started to get a little more instant. He pulled my head harder into his genital organ, forcing his turncock further and further into his rima oris. He wasn't vast, but he was thirster than average. I had never sucked a shaft before, let alone a seven-inch one. But I let him control me. A span mysterious thrusts later, he rammed his besotted hammer 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 hold 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 firm letting him control everything. Then his prick started to twitch. I could find it start to pump cum. Not sure what to do, I guess I panicked a little. I pulled my heading back and his spurting cock came out of my mouthpiece and sprayed cum all over my face.

I stared at the spurting pecker as it shot cum onto my brass. My very first facial. I didn't think it was gross or cruddy at all. I liked it a lot. The hot cum splashing on me was wonderful. The look on his look was wonderful. I was a footling shocked by the precipitousness 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 face 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 bathroom, I walked right hand by rick, my other hirer, who was making copies at the copy machine. He stopped me. On his case was a big grin.

The entire thing, of course had been planned by the two bozo, but I was just too young and naif to forecast that out until much later.

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

"You can't wear a shirt like that here in the bureau,"he said with a smile."Come here."Rick pulled me over to the water jet and pushed the button. He cupped his paw and filled it with water supply. I knew what he was about to do, but I didn't stop him in time. The cold water made me gasp as he started pouring it from his hand down onto my chest. 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 transparent with the water system. My brown round ring of color were plainly visible, even with the bra. Rick stepped back and admired the sight."That's not any sound,"he said."Tell you what, give me your shirt."He held his hand out."I'll see if we can dry it off."He stood there, with his hand out and waited."Come on, contribute it to me,"he repeated. He acted impatient and reached over and lifted my blouse up. For some reason, I just let him submit 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 titty."Those are wonderful."I just stood there topless, not knowing what to do. Then he said,"I need a exposure of those. come over here."He led me back to the transcript machine."Put them on here,"he said, lifting the cover of the machine and patting the glass top. He took hold of me and guided me over and put my titty on the copier. He made several copies, moving me around on the glassful, before he was glad with the shot."This is perfect,"he said."It's going up behind my desk."

He just dropped my bra and blouse onto the floor, and took me into his authority. He closed the door and pulled me up to him. He kissed me gruelling on the mouth. His hands wondered down my naked back and then around to my social movement of my waistline. A minute later, my gasp were down around my ankles and I was standing naked in his authority. Without a word, he turned me around, bow me over his desk, and mounted me from behind.

I let out a pocket-size groan when his hammer pushed up into me. Grabbing hold of my rosehip he started to pierce into me. He reached up and took hold of my tits as they swung. Squeezing them heavily, he made one last thrust forward and came bass inside me.

From then on, almost every day, one or both of them would take me into their spot and fuck me in their office. They had me wearing very revealing clothing to act so they could"get a good look"at me. I was banned from wearing bra to make ever. Even when we had clients in the office, they would cause sure that my shirt was as open as potential without completely exposing my bureau."A little bit of tit is o.k.,"Dave would state me,"but not the altogether thing."

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

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

The two of them also taught me a great bargain about different status. They did me standing, sitting, facing them, facing away from them, on top, on seat, all variety of different mode.

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 fourth dimension they wanted. I couldn't say no to them. If they wanted it, I wanted to throw it to them.

I did try my secure to continue doing my work and be a just secretary, but many times I couldn't complete affair because I was giving cock sucking or getting fucked. concern fact is that when my time to come hubby song and set up our first particular date, I was being fucked on Dave's desk.

I answered the telephone while I was bent over the desk. I had a difficult clip not moaning while I was talking to him and I had a intemperately time following the conversation. I even had a powerful orgasm while I was talking to him. Even while my hereafter husband and I dated, I still fucked my two boss.

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

passing into dissimilar way of the house, we started sorting stuff. 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 aliveness room. Craig had gone into Dad's room and was going through the closet.

Craig yelled,"Hey, make out here. Look what I found."He came running out of Dad's sleeping accommodation into the living elbow room. He put a big box on the deep brown tabular array and sat down on the couch. I came into the way and looked in the box. Carl sat down following to his big brother.

Craig pulled a big exposure album out of the box and opened it up. The very first picture, an 8X10 gloss glossy, was of our mom. She was completely defenseless and standing in the sand at a beach. In the background there were several masses looking her steering."Wow,"Carl said."Is that mom ?"

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

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

She was beautiful. She was short and slim with long brown whisker and a beautiful face. Her most outstanding feature was her big business firm set of boobs.

Craig turned the page. The beginning half of the playscript was wide pageboy photograph of mom naked. It progressed from her just standing there, to her in sexual positions. My Brother were almost drooling over them.

I was still standing side by side to them and looking from afar. Craig looked up at me."Sit down,"he said, with a demanding tonicity. He moved over away from Carl and patted the couch 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 adjacent photo showed our mom on her hands and knees, completely naked except for some red high heel shoes. She was looking at the camera and one of her arm was positioned further back, giving the camera an excellent view of her big suspension tits."She's a lot better looking that you are,"Craig said cruelly to me.

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

"You think ?"Craig responded, with a grin."Let's see."Craig grabbed the tooshie 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 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 Nice,"Craig said, alternating his gaze between the depiction and me,"or as big."

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

The next set of pictures progressed quickly from just mom naked into pornography. The next exposure was of her, on a bed, with her ramification spread and her finger's breadth on her clit. Her pussycat sass were swollen and red. They were parted spread out with a looking at as she had just been used. Craig's gaze went from the pic to me. I saw him get a big smiling on his typeface. I knew what was next.

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

His words were really hurting my feelings, but at the same time I was getting aroused by his treatment of me. I didn't understand why him saying beggarly things about made me so hot, but it did. At the same time, Carl was still groping my tits were constantly. Unconsciously, I started fingering my own twat increased the stimulation. Craig turned the page in the photo album. The next picture made me thumb my button even more.

The following grouping of pictures had mom on her back, pegleg spread, animal foot up in the air, with Dad pounding into her. What was really concern was that the photographs were obviously taken by another person, not from a tripod or a stationary position. I'm sure enough my brothers noticed that too.

"What a just play,"Craig said with a grinning. He continued turning pages. After several more on the two of them fucking missionary. The succeeding set was mom sitting down on him, in what I now know is reverse cowgirl. From the way her nipple looked in the photos you could narrate that she was bouncing up and down on him.

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

"Oh, yeah,"Craig said. He looked at me and grinned an evil grin. He stood, dropped his gasp, and then sat back down. His cock was firm and pointed straight up in the air when he pulled me over onto his lap. Knowing what he wanted to do to me, I quickly positioned myself so that his gumshoe would go straight into my kitty. 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 gather tight first step of my ass. Then he pushed up with his genitalia and pulled me down at the Lapp time.

I gasped and cried out in botheration as his big gumshoe forced its way up my petite asshole."Please…"I begged."No…stop…please…"I looked down between my legs and saw that he was in all the way to the testis. 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 excitement and my soaked clenching ass, the stimulation was too lots for him. He shot his burden rightfulness up into my ass. The swelling of his stopcock caused me even more pain as he spurt his Andrew D. White 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 dirty 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 surd cock up my slit. He used my tits as handles as he rode me hard.

When Craig came back in the elbow room, 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 tool was starting to form me block 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 turgid rhythm metal can that really interested him and he ran off with it. A match 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 sofa, 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 picture show started. It was my mom again. She looked beautiful in a sexy red dress and high dog. The camera zoomed into her smiling font, scanned down her organic structure and then zoomed back out. When it zooming all the way out, we could all see that there was a man sitting on the bed.

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

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

The man wasted no meter. His manpower moved up her body and he pushed the dress straps off her articulatio humeri. He started to draw in the apparel down, exposing her big beautiful breast and continued to push it down until it fell to the floor. With her standing there wearing zero but her panties and senior high school heels, the man leaned down and kissed her nipple.

It was about then that Craig reached over and took appreciation of my head. He pushed my brass down to his cock. It still was not fully concentrated and sense, but I took it in my hand and started stroking it."Suck me,"he demanded. I took it in my backtalk. I could still watch out the film while I sucked his cock.

The man continued to absorb on my mom's bosom as he pushed her scanty to the floor. As soon as she was naked, the man stood upright and, with his hands on her shoulders, pushed her down onto her knees. Mom, put her hands behind her back, subserviently, and looked up at him.

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

The man pushed it down from its unwavering upright position until it pointed straight as her facial expression. The tv camera zoomed in as she took the colossus cock into her mouth and started sucking. She took more and more of it into her oral cavity until she had almost the entire thing down her throat.

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

When Craig let me gage 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 lense as the man started sucking her teat. She sat up and continued to tantalize him for several min before he pushed her off him. She got onto her hands and stifle and the man mounted her from behind. As he fucked her, he reached around and played with her big vacillation mammilla. The man started to get more into it, pounding her harder and pulling her hair.

Craig pushed my heading down again and held me there. His prick twitched in my throat. When he let me back 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 physical structure, straddling her torso, and pushed his cock up between her big bosom. Mom pushed them together for him. His cock pushed up between them. She licked and sucked the promontory every time he pushed it up between her titmouse and up to her mouth. It didn't take the man very long at all before he started to cum. The man used his custody to pump the cum out of his spurting shaft and all over her nerve. The man got up off the bed and the camera zoomed in on mom's cum covered typeface and then the movie went black.

After a minute of blank screenland, 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 min later, the two men changed locating. It wasn't long before they both pulled out of her, pushed her down onto her knees and beat off on her face. The flick ended.

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

For the next 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 make on Monday first light that they finally let me go, but not until they both fucked me again.

When I got to sour, both crick and Dave had their way with me as well. That eventide, after work, was my first particular date with my future tense husband. When he climbed on top of me that night, he didn't know that he was going to be the fifth man to hold me that day .