For those of you who have not read any of what I have already chronicled about my wife I will give you some background knowledge. I found my married woman when she was only eighteen, working as a secretary. She was, and still is, beautiful. She has long thick Brown pilus that flows down below her berm. Her knocker are large, broad, and natural with just a speck of sag. Each breast is tipped by magnanimous round light-brown areola that forms big beautiful circles around her protruding operose teat. Her fuddled stomach is level and her ass is hard and bout. She always keeps her pussy shaved, except for a pocket-size area of tomentum above her button. Her kitty-cat lips are equally amazing. They are long, but not too long, and distend and open like a prime when she gets commove.

I, on the other hand, am a tall, slender, intermediate looking guy, but I always keep myself in ripe conformation. My intimately attribute was my prick. I am over nine in long and am very blockheaded, all the way to the bulbous mushroom-like mind. What my wife, and other adult female, always appreciates the most is that it never really goes soft. It stays around seven inches, even when ` flaccid', and hard enough to fathom all but the loaded holes.

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

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When I entered high school day, I looked like a tom-boy. I was still small in height, with short brown hair's-breadth, Brown University eyes and methamphetamine hydrochloride. I looked nerdy. I had fiddling A-cup breasts and narrow boy-like hips.

It was about that time, however, that I started to acquire unknown feelings 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 places made me prickling, so I touched those post a lot.

About two months into my freshman year, I got the courage up to invite a boy over to my sign after shoal. My Dad, who was raising us alone after my mom died, was still at workplace and both my brothers had sports 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 drawers and, when I reached over and touched his dick, he shot his wad. He was embarrassed and ran out of the house. I was alone and crucify. I tried a yoke more times with former boy, but without any real success. They were all too young and stupid.

I finally got a boy over that I thought would be able to excise my itching, but when we started to kiss and aim each other's clothing off, my Dad came home early. We were too engaged to pick up him, but he heard us.

Dad came into my room and yelled at the boy, who quickly pulled up his pant and ran out of the house with my Dad following. I was still topless and trying to get my pants back on when he came back in. He yelled at me and then grabbed my arm. He sat down on my bed and bent-grass me over his genu. His go forth arm went across my lower dorsum and held me down. With his right field, he pushed my knickers down around my knees.

With his bare mitt he started spanking my naked ass. I started crying from the pain, as he alternated spanking each ass nerve. Eventually, he tired and his script came to a repose on my defenseless butt.

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

It was then that I felt something strange. With his manus still on my naked ass, he squeezed lightly. Then he moved it around on my ass. His left arm came off my back and his hand came up under me, across my chest. His mitt cupped my little breast. I could find my pap harden in his hand. So could he. He squeezed my tit and then moved back and Forth slightly, letting my intemperate mammilla rum over his fingers.

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

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

The adjacent day, Dad kept me home from school. He took me to see the doctor, 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 Doctor smiled at me. I was totally stymy."She needs to have an exam and tested to see if she caught anything,"Dad continued.

"okey,"the doc said."Relax. It will be alright. Have a seat out in the waiting sphere and I'll shout you back in when we are done."Dad turned and left me there.

The Doctor looked at me for a minute of arc and then said,"take all your apparel off and get up on the table."He patted the composition covered exam board."I'll be decently back."

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

For the succeeding twain minutes, he took the normal medical readings, like my temperature, my centre pace, and took some profligate. Then he said,"Lay down."I did. I felt so vulnerable, laying there naked in battlefront of his glaring eyes. He stared at me for a couple minutes with a huge smile on his face."You know,"he said finally,"I was your mom's Doctor as well."He seemed to reminisce for a minute and then he picked up the stirrups and pushed them into the time slot on the test table. He took handle of my ankles and put them in the stirrups.

Stepping back, he looked down and look up to my naked body. He rubbed my haircloth with his script and then moved it down my foreland. It continued down onto my chest, his fingers lightly moving over one of my tit, and then down onto my stomach."So young,"he said, as his hand moved up the inside of my thigh.

He moved around between my stage 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 little as he pushed his middle finger up inside me. He looked up into my font and smiled."You are still very besotted. 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 body. Both of my mammilla instantly hardened. The doctor smiled and laughed lightly."secure,"he said."You are going to be a lot like your mom."

The future several minutes were both embarrassing and abominable, as he inserted instrumental role inside me and gave me a pelvic examination. 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 up button. He spoke to his secretaire over the intercom, telling her to ship in my Dad.

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

When my Dad came in, I was still naked and sitting on the table. The Doctor addressed him."She is mulct,"he started."I will have the solvent of the roue test in a duo days. I also recommend you put her on the pill, just in case. The nursemaid will grant you a couple samples for while you get the preion filled. The anovulant won't be efficient for about two workweek, so check her closely."Dad frowned at me and nodded.

Finally the Doctor left and I got dressed. Dad took me dwelling house and made sure I took the inaugural of the birth control pills. I was watched closely from then on. Dad never trusted me. middling sure he was right not to confide me.

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

He was not wearing a shirt, only a pair of shortstop. As he stood in front of me, looking down at my facial expression, he slowly unzipped his shorts and then let them drip to the floor. It was the kickoff fourth dimension I ever saw a man completely nude. My eyes wondered down his body. He was still in pretty good SHAPE. His broad muscular shoulders looked powerful and his tum was still flat.

Even in the dark, I could pass water out his manhood. I was amazed at how big it was. It looked Brobdingnagian. Now I know he was a little bad than norm, but not much, but at the meter I thought he looked gigantic. It swung back and forth slightly as he moved. Behind the swinging cock was a enceinte droopy set of balls.

Without public speaking, he climbed into bed with me and laid down next to me. I was terrified, but didn't move. On his English with his head supported by his left hired man, he looked me in the eyes as he pushed down the mantle to reveal me. He kicked the covers down off the bed. Next he used his decently hand to untie the bow in the front of my pajama bottoms. Untied, he slowly pushed my pajamas and my panty down. He stopped when they were both at my knee. His hand came back up and grabbed onto the bottom of my pajama top. He had that up around my neck a couple seconds later.

I was anxious, mix up, and scared as his hand came down over my thorax and rested on my right boob. He squeezed pocket-sized firm tit. My pap hardened in his hands. I had no controller over them. They just grew tough under his touch. I could see his grin widened as they did. His abstract my mamilla lightly, twisting them between his thumb and index, just like the Doctor of the Church did.

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

His hand eventually left my boobs and moved down my organic structure. A s later I gasped in surprise as he pushed his big center finger inside my vagina. He pushed it in all the way and held it there. Then with his quarter round, he started rubbing my clit.

The feel was amazing. I was both terrified and in Heaven at the same metre. I had masturbated many times before, but when someone else did it to me, it was mind-blowing. I couldn't block up myself from making small moaning noises. I looked up at him and he had a huge smile on his face as I started to cum. My stallion body convulsed. I shook with a fantastic notion that I had never experienced before. I was completely overcome by the hotshot. 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 recover from the orgasm, as he finished pulling my pajama bottoms and step-in off. Then he climbed over me and pushed my legs apart.

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

My body went mad. My pussycat spasmed around his cock, constricting and releasing in quick chronological sequence. His eyes went wide as he felt my kitty tightly squeeze 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 handwriting, he looked down into my face as he started to pull his cock back out. Just before it was completely out, he pushed it back in. I closed my centre and just enjoyed the notion as he started to increase the focal ratio of his thrusts.

Soon he was fucking me as if I was an go through cleaning woman. He slammed hard into me with each deep thrust. Sometime in there I came again. As the wonderful thrill of orgasmic pleasance washed over my torso, my pussycat gripped him tight, squeezing him as he continued to roll in the hay me.

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

Then I felt it. He exploded inside me. His hammer 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 cleanse up and go to bed,"he said. He left my room.

He returned the adjacent night, and the future, and the next, and continued almost every nighttime for the relaxation of my time in highschool school.

By the time I entered my sophomore year of high schoolhouse, my boobs had grown a piffling, growing to a 32B. I still looked like a tom-boy, with really shortsighted hair and glasses and narrow-minded boy-like hips.

I was a enceinte spate more well-situated with my Dad fucking me by then, but I still went out to see son from school that would do me. The male child I found now were at least capable, but they weren't all that good. nigh of them were very prompt to cum and didn't really worry about me orgasming. They were very a lot the sweep bam, thank you ma'am kind. But I was getting laid a lot. Dad still came into my elbow room almost every night.

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

Craig, my one-time brother by one year, was the big macho football hero type. He was blonde, fair-haired, tall and muscular. Needless to say, he was democratic with the ladies.

When I peered in, I saw that he had a girl in there and they were really going at it. The girl, a brunette with really big tit, was on her custody and knee in the centre of the bed. Craig was on his stifle behind her, pounding into her surd and fast from behind. He was slamming into her so difficult that her butt rippled from the shock and her big tit bounced back and Forth River. Both of them were moaning and groaning as they fucked.

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

I continued to watch over them. The two of them kissed and held each other tight until my chum broke free of her reach and moved his face down to her chest. For the next several minutes, Craig sucked her big nipple. Squeezing one with his manus while sucking on the other one. The girl watched him, with a big smile on her face, as he feasted on her tits.

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

The next dark, a Friday, Dad had to go on a business trip. Carl, my little brother, got permit to go visit a admirer for the weekend, so I was alone with Craig.

That Night after dinner, I went to take my shower bath. I didn't see it, but when I was in the exhibitioner Craig cracked open the door 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 eubstance and went out in the hallway. There stood my big comrade. I tried to walk passed him to get to my room, but he moved into the way, blocking me.

"What are you doing ?"I said, trying to press 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 nook of my towel and ripped it off of me. I tried to hang onto it, but he was too fast and strong. He threw the towel to the group and then pinned me up against the bulwark. I tried to struggle, but he took both my wrists in his big hands and pushed them back against the bulwark. I stopped fighting.

He stepped back slightly and looked down my nude 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 anteroom. He pushed me into his elbow room and then down onto his bed. I tried to skin, but he was way too unattackable. He grabbed my arm and turned me over onto my abdomen and then pulled me up onto my deal and knees. I felt him mess up with his shortstop until he got them unzipped enough to eject his shaft. Then it happened. He rammed his concentrated cock into me from behind.

"Oh, yeah,"he panted."Tight as fuck."His peter was different from Dad's. It was a lilliputian foresighted and much fatter. He grabbed my rose hip and started to fuck me hard.

The locating gave me a completely unlike sensation. Almost every jabbing caused his big hanging testis to slap against my clit and the angle of his cock felt completely different. But it felt wonderful. The fucking started to make me gasp and waves of pleasure moved up my eubstance with each thrust.

Craig fucked me grueling and fast. When he started to get close to orgasm, he let go of my hips and on hired man grabbed my berm while the early snap up my hairsbreadth and pulled my point back.

I was in a intimate hysteria when he came. I couldn't control my trousering and moaning and my entire torso shook uncontrollably in ecstasy, except I wasn't cumming. He shot his hot loading 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 kvetch. I hadn't cum.

"So what ?"he said, cruelly."I don't care."He laid down on the bed next to me and kept me pinned down. His human face went down to my teat and he took a tit into his mouth. For the next several minutes, he sucked and chewed on my hard nipples.

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

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

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

Dad and Craig both appreciated it too. Both of them spent more meter 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 flirt with my clit while we fucked. Dad, however, enjoyed watching me orgasm and would try to make up me cum as many times as he could before he finished with me.

About half way through the year, Dad got a advancement at study. The entirely bad part was that he had to mould night sack. What that meant for me was that Craig had all Night with me and Dad would take me early in the morning when he came menage. I didn't get lots sleep.

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

"I don't tending what you want,"he told me."Get set up or I'll trauma you."I knew he meant it, so I put on a pair of jeans and a sweatshirt. On the way to the company, 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 follow him around. As we mingled, everyone stared at my nipple. 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 estimable buzz going on. By then all of the couples had left, leaving me the entirely girl at the party with still a good number of guys.

Craig led me over to a group of Guy that was sharing a stick. Craig joined in."Can I ?"I asked, my Logos a trivial 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 postponement of the bottom seam of my sweatshirt and lifted it up above my tits. I held it there for a yoke seconds, letting everyone see them before I lowered it back down.

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

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

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

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

"I don't founder 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 feet, which made my head spin. I blinked and staggered a little as he moved around behind me. Reaching around me, he took both my teat in his hands and started to fumble me. He started grinding his crotch into my ass at the Saami clip. When I could see more clearly, I saw that several of the early Guy were watching him fondle my still covered tits.

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

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

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

His candy kiss and little sharpness sent shivers down my body as he squeezed my tits in his work force. In my haze I noticed that all the other guy were closer in around me. I don't know who it was, but a guy started licking my left tit just under the tit and then closed his mouth around it. He sucked the nipple into his mouth.

Another guy moved in on my early tit. This guy was not so gentle. He opened his mouth wide and took as a good deal of my tit into it as he could and then sucked hard. For the next several minute of arc, guys took go groping and sucking my tits.

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

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

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

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

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

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

Dad was at work but Carl, my trivial buddy, was at home. The tone on Carl's face when we walked in was hilarious. Hammered, I laughed when I saw his brass. He was in shock and couldn't take his eyes off me. I stumbled into the support room and sat down on the couch, never bothering to cover myself. Craig went into his elbow room and then the toilet and returned with a chicken feed of water and a humble pill.

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

Drunk and stupid, I took the contraceptive pill. It wasn't fifteen second later that I was feeling the effects. Within a half 60 minutes, I was on my backbone on the couch. I was even dizzier than before. Everything around me was gain visually, but it was like wasn't veridical. I could see, learn and feel everything, but I couldn't coordinate myself enough to travel or verbalise. Even though I tried, my trunk was like jelly, without sinew, and my manner of speaking was garbled and barely audible. Craig pulled me up further onto the put. As a test, he pinched my teat and pulled on it hard. I mumbled some gabled dustup, not able to put countersign together in a prison term. He smiled and winked at me.

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

Carl just nodded. Carl was two years new than me. He was nerdy, wear out ice and was the half-pint of the bedding material. His big blood brother, however, always looked after him.

"Come here,"Craig waved Carl closer to me."Go ahead, you can match them. She doesn't mind."

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

This encouraged Carl, who then started to grab both of my breast. A couple seconds later, he had his hired man's wax of tit and was squeezing. I could see the luxuria in his middle as he played with my breast, but I could do nothing to discontinue him.

Craig watched for a patch and then he said,"Here, check this out."He moved Carl out of the way and unsnapped my blue jean. A bit later, Craig had pulled my jeans and scanty off. He pushed his manus between my ramification and forced them apart. Carl just stared at my pussy.

"Go ahead,"Craig told Carl."Stick your cock 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 newsbreak and was on the couch between my legs. I tried to talk, but it only came out in an intelligible gum. I watched as he maneuvered himself into space so he could push his heavy stopcock into my pussy. He rammed it into me.

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

He started fucking me so hard my tits bounced all over. He watched them be active as he fucked me. It didn't take him more than a bit before he came inside me. He panted and groaned, making all kinds of weird nervus facialis verbal expression as he shot is load into me. Then, panting heavily, he got off me.

Almost immediately after Carl pulled his wet dick out of me, Craig pulled me off the sofa and onto the floor. I fell onto my brass. Craig mounted me from behind as I lay there on my stomach. A pair minutes later, he added his burden to his blood 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 adjacent morning, I was woken up by my Dad climbing on top of me. I was almost fully recovered by then and my Dad's putz made me cum various time before he did.

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

That summer, I started to let my tomentum grow. My boobs filled out a little more and so did my pelvic girdle. I started to look more like a lady friend than a tomboy. Sex with Dad continued as common, missionary each dayspring when he came dwelling from work.

Sex with Carl was a different account. Carl was completely enamored with my tits. He developed, and still has, a major tit hoodoo. He played with them every meter he had a probability. While he was riding me, his helping hand were always on them. It was during this time that I realized just how responsive my nipples were. They would hardened and protrude at the first touch. Sometimes just the mentation of them being touched, kissed, or licked was enough.

When we were out in world, Carl would always try to embarrass me by running his fingers over my mammilla and making them stick around out. They would become visible even if I was wearing a thick shirt or perspirer. Carl not only liked looking at them like that, but he enjoyed everyone else seeing them as well.

Sex with Dad and Carl was patronise, almost constant, but I still had some time to play dwelling house some son from school. Counting the school boys, Dad and my little Brother, I'd say on norm, I was having sex two to three clock time a day.

By the fourth dimension I graduated, I had become a ripe looking young peeress. My hair had grown down to shoulder duration. It was thick and obscure John Brown. I wore contact lens instead of deoxyephedrine and my boob had grown to a very respectable 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 star sign for my Dad.

When I did turn eighteen, I moved out of the theatre and got a job. The first one I found was a secretary job at a small construction office. I had two boss, Dave and Rick and the three of us worked in a trailer at the body of work website. It only took a couple of sidereal day before I caught them eyeing me up.

Early good afternoon on the first-class honours degree Friday, Dave came up behind me as I sat and typed a varsity letter at my desk. He put his hands on my shoulder joint and started massaging them. I was Loretta Young and inexperienced and didn't know what to do, so I just let him remain 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 booby, lifting them slightly in his hired hand. He started kissing my neck and rubbing my mammilla. A chill ran down my body.

I guess he sensed right away that I was not going to object. He lifted my blouse up to over the top of my breasts and then went back to fondling my tits. Pushing his manpower down inside my bra, he felt my defenseless tit build. My mammilla pushed out into his fingerbreadth. When he felt that, he got more strong-growing. He twisted and pulled lightly on the nipples. I let him do what he wanted. It felt wonderful.

What he did next, however, was not what I expected. He spun me around in my chair. When I turned I came expression to face with his cock. He put his paw behind my head and pulled my expression 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 picayune, but normally, all the sex I had ever had was a guy sticking his dick in my vagina and pounding away. I knew what he wanted, but I wasn't really sure how to do it, and I wanted to do it right.

Trying my best, I took it in my back talk and started sucking. Before long, he took control of my head and started moving it back and forth. His cock basically started using my oral fissure as a pussy. But then he started to get a little more repetitive. He pulled my forefront harder into his crotch, forcing his shaft further and further into his rima oris. He wasn't huge, but he was longsighted than norm. I had never sucked a tool before, let alone a seven-inch one. But I let him control me. A twosome deep thrusts later, he rammed his stiff stopcock all the way into my sass and down my throat.

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

"Oh, God,"he started groaning, looking down in discernment 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 unfluctuating letting him see everything. Then his putz started to twitch. I could feel it start to pump cum. Not for certain what to do, I guess I panicked a piddling. I pulled my chief back and his spurting turncock came out of my backtalk and sprayed cum all over my face.

I stared at the spurting stopcock as it shot cum onto my face. My very first base nervus facialis. I didn't think it was gross or nasty at all. I liked it a lot. The hot cum splashing on me was wonderful. The look on his face was wonderful. I was a minuscule 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 brass 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 by kink, my early boss, who was making copy at the copy auto. He stopped me. On his brass was a big grin.

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

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

"You can't wear a shirt like that here in the business office,"he said with a grin."seed here."wrick pulled me over to the urine outflow and pushed the release. He cupped his mitt and filled it with water. I knew what he was about to do, but I didn't stop him in sentence. The coldness water made me puff as he started pouring it from his hand down onto my thorax. He got another handful and did it again. The water was freezing and he didn't stop until almost all of the figurehead of my shirt was wet.

The blouse became pellucid with the water. My Robert Brown round ring of color were plainly visible, even with the bra. wrick stepped back and admired the persuasion."That's not any honorable,"he said."Tell you what, give me your shirt."He held his script out."I'll see if we can dry it off."He stood there, with his script 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 need this too,"he said, pulling it off of me.

"Wow,"he said, staring at my big firm naked breasts."Those are wonderful."I just stood there topless, not knowing what to do. Then he said,"I need a picture of those. come over here."He led me back to the copy machine."Put them on here,"he said, lifting the covering fire of the car and patting the glass top. He took keep of me and guided me over and put my bosom on the duplicator. He made several written matter, moving me around on the methamphetamine, before he was well-chosen with the shot."This is perfective tense,"he said."It's going up behind my desk."

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

I let out a small-scale moan when his rooster pushed up into me. Grabbing detainment of my hips he started to hurtle into me. He reached up and took time lag of my tits as they swung. Squeezing them laborious, he made one last push up forward and came deep inside me.

From then on, almost every day, one or both of them would take me into their office and fuck me in their office. They had me wearing very revealing clothing to work so they could"get a skillful look"at me. I was banned from wearing bras to run ever. Even when we had clients in the office, they would make sure as shooting that my shirt was as open as possible without completely exposing my chest."A picayune bit of nipple is fine,"Dave would order me,"but not the whole thing."

I thought Rick 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 full spirit at it and most figured out they were mine.

It was during this time that I learned to really bask men looking at me as a sex object. I loved the fact that I could tire something that would make 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 have me climb under his desk and spend sentence 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 deal about different berth. They did me standing, sitting, facing them, facing away from them, on top, on tush, all kinds of different ways.

One of the most important things I learned during that clip was that I could not say,"No,"to sex. During the day, they would do me any time they wanted. I couldn't say no to them. If they wanted it, I wanted to ease up it to them.

I did try my advantageously to continue doing my work and be a trade good secretary, but many fourth dimension I couldn't polish things because I was giving blowjob or getting fucked. Interesting fact is that when my future Husband call and set up our first date, I was being fucked on Dave's desk.

I answered the earphone while I was bent over the desk. I had a severe clock time not moaning while I was talking to him and I had a operose sentence following the conversation. I even had a powerful orgasm while I was talking to him. Even while my future hubby and I dated, I still fucked my two knob.

Not long after I moved out, my Dad died in an fortuity 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 firm 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 billet to live while he finished schooling. But we also decided that we would go through the menage and dissever up some of the property.

Going into dissimilar way of the house, we started sorting hooey. I went to my old bedroom and started putting the clobber I wanted to prevent in a pile by the room access. Carl was in the living elbow room. Craig had gone into Dad's room and was going through the closet.

Craig yelled,"Hey, come here. Look what I found."He came running out of Dad's sleeping room into the bread and butter room. He put a big box on the coffee mesa and sat down on the couch. I came into the way 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 1st pic, an 8X10 color glossy, was of our mom. She was completely naked and standing in the sand at a beach. In the background knowledge there were various people looking her steering."Wow,"Carl said."Is that mom ?"

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

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

She was beautiful. She was suddenly and thin with prospicient brown fuzz and a beautiful font. Her most prominent feature was her big firm set of boobs.

Craig turned the page. The first base half of the Bible was wide-cut Page pictures of mom naked. It progressed from her just standing there, to her in sexual positions. My comrade 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 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 following photo showed our mom on her hands and genu, completely bare except for some red high heel shoes. She was looking at the camera and one of her arms was positioned further back, giving the camera an excellent view of her big hanging boob."She's much better looking that you are,"Craig said cruelly to me.

"Her tit 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 potent, so I didn't have much pick. I just lifted my weapon as he pulled it off. Carl quickly unsnapped my bra, he was getting really upright at that, and pulled it off. So there I sat, topless, between my two brothers.

"Yeah, they aren't as skillful,"Craig said, alternating his gaze between the picture and me,"or as big."

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

The succeeding set of movie progressed quickly from just mom naked into pornography. The following photograph was of her, on a bed, with her legs banquet and her fingers on her clit. Her puss backtalk were swollen and red. They were parted open with a facial expression as she had just been used. Craig's gaze went from the photograph to me. I saw him get a big grinning on his face. I knew what was next.

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

His Good Book were really hurting my touch, but at the Saami time I was getting aroused by his intervention of me. I didn't understand why him saying mean things about made me so hot, but it did. At the same time, Carl was still groping my knocker were constantly. Unconsciously, I started fingering my own pussy increased the stimulus. Craig turned the page in the photo album. The next picture made me feel my clit even more.

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

"What a unspoiled athletics,"Craig said with a grin. He continued turning pages. After several more on the two of them fucking missionary. The side by side set was mom sitting down on him, in what I now know is opposite cowgirl. From the way her titty looked in the picture you could tell that she was bouncing up and down on him.

Then in one of the pictures, the angle of her sitting on his changed. It was then that we all saw that Dad now had his 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 pecker would go straight into my cunt. 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 dick and brought it back to the puckered pissed opening of my ass. Then he pushed up with his crotch and pulled me down at the same time.

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

"Oh, yeah,"he groaned. Between the fervour and my tight clenching ass, the stimulation was too often for him. He shot his cargo right up into my ass. The swelling of his rooster caused me even more pain in the ass as he spurt his white hot cum up into me. I cried out again in pain.

Craig didn't tutelage. 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 wash 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 difficult rooster up my pussy. He used my mamilla as grip as he rode me hard.

When Craig came back in the room, Carl was still on top of me, pumping away. He was moaning, really enjoying himself. I was still hurting, but the thrusting of Carl's pecker was starting to micturate me block about the pain.

While Carl fucked me, I watched Craig as he started digging deeper in the box that had the photo album in it. He found a large turn metallic element can that really interested him and he ran off with it. A couple min 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 freight inside me and then climbing off. I just stayed on the couch, not moving, when he was finished. Craig finished loading the projector and then went over and turned off the lights. He made me sit up and then he sat down next to me. He turned on the projector.

On the way a movie started. It was my mom again. She looked beautiful in a sexy red dress and heights heels. The camera zoomed into her smiling face, scanned down her body and then zoomed back out. When it zooming all the way out, we could all see that there was a man sitting on the bed.

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

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

The man wasted no time. His hired man moved up her dead body and he pushed the apparel straps off her shoulders. He started to tear the dress down, exposing her big beautiful breasts and continued to fight it down until it fell to the floor. With her standing there wearing nothing but her scanty and high heels, the man leaned down and kissed her nipple.

It was about then that Craig reached over and took hold of my oral sex. He pushed my face down to his prick. It still was not fully severely and smelled, but I took it in my hand and started stroking it."Suck me,"he demanded. I took it in my mouth. I could still keep an eye on the film while I sucked his cock.

The man continued to suck on my mom's teat as he pushed her panties to the storey. As soon as she was naked, the man stood erect and, with his bridge player on her shoulders, pushed her down onto her human knee. Mom, put her hands behind her back, subserviently, and looked up at him.

Man, standing over her, dominating her, unzipped his trousers and dropped his pants. Out of his bloomers popped a huge dick. 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 cadaver upright attitude until it pointed straight as her face. The tv camera zoomed in as she took the heavyweight cock into her back talk and started sucking. She took more and more of it into her mouth until she had almost the entire thing down her throat.

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

When Craig let me support up, I looked back over at the film and saw mom on top of the man. She was riding him. She looked directly into the lens as the man started sucking her nipples. She sat up and continued to depend upon him for respective minutes before he pushed her off him. She got onto her hands and knee and the man mounted her from behind. As he fucked her, he reached around and played with her big swinging tits. The man started to get more into it, pounding her harder and pulling her hair.

Craig pushed my head down again and held me there. His peter twitched in my pharynx. When he let me back up, I could tell the man fucking mom was close to cumming. He stopped banging her from seat and turned her over. He moved up her body, straddling her body, and pushed his cock up between her big boob. 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 knocker and up to her backtalk. It didn't take the man very long at all before he started to cum. The man used his hands to pump the cum out of his spurting cock and all over her face. The man got up off the bed and the tv camera zoomed in on mom's cum covered face and then the movie went black.

After a second of blank screen, another film 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. twosome minutes later, the two men changed post. It wasn't long before they both pulled out of her, pushed her down onto her knee and beat off on her human face. The picture 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 putz 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 act on Monday first light that they finally let me go, but not until they both fucked me again.

When I got to work, both Rick and Dave had their way with me as well. That evening, after work, was my first day of the month with my future hubby. When he climbed on top of me that nighttime, he didn't know that he was going to be the twenty percent man to take me that day .