For those of you who have not read any of what I have already chronicled about my wife I will sacrifice you some background. I found my wife when she was only eighteen, working as a writing table. She was, and still is, beautiful. She has long thick Brown hair that flows down below her shoulder joint. Her breasts are large, full, and natural with just a hint of sag. Each titty is tipped by gravid round light-brown ring of color that forms big beautiful dress circle around her protruding laborious nipples. Her tight stomach is flat and her ass is hard and circle. She always keeps her kitty-cat shaved, except for a little surface area of whisker above her clit. Her puss lips are equally amazing. They are long, but not too long, and distend and open like a efflorescence when she gets excited.

I, on the other manus, am a tall, thin, average looking guy, but I always keep myself in good shape. My safe attribute was my cock. I am over nine in long and am very thick, all the way to the bulb-shaped mushroom-like head. What my wife, and other women, always appreciates the most is that it never really goes soft. It stays around seven inches, even when ` flaccid', and hard enough to penetrate all but the tight holes.

This story is genuine, written from Carole's perspective, with some revision like name calling and appointment. impropriety was taken to combine some experiences so the story would not drag on. Everything that she does and everything that happens in this story has happened to her, in the way it is presented. Enjoy :

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When I entered in high spirits schooltime, I looked like a tom-boy. I was still small-scale in height, with short John Brown whisker, brown eyes and glasses. I looked nerdy. I had little A-cup breasts and narrow boy-like hips.

It was about that metre, however, that I started to spring up unknown intuitive feeling and desires. I didn't understand the way I was feeling. I was horny all the metre, but didn't really recognize it for what it was. Whenever I was alone, I touched myself. Touching certain berth made me frisson, so I touched those places a lot.

About two month into my freshman twelvemonth, I got the courage 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 sports after school. I thought the boy, who was a twelvemonth 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 dick, he shot his wad. He was embarrassed and ran out of the menage. I was alone and frustrated. I tried a dyad more times with other boys, but without any real success. They were all too young and stupid.

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

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

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

Out of intimation, 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 Whitney Moore Young Jr. to start this."I just wept softly in response.

It was then that I felt something strange. With his hand 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 hired man came up under me, across my chest. His handwriting cupped my small bosom. I could feel my nipple harden in his hand. So could he. He squeezed my tit and then moved back and Forth slightly, letting my hard nipple rum over his fingers.

"Get up,"he told me. Still crying and now disoriented, I stood. My Dad's eyes 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 boys over. Got it ?"

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

The next day, Dad kept me home from school day. He took me to see the Doctor, who was an old protagonist 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 embarrassed."She needs to induce an examination and tested to see if she caught anything,"Dad continued.

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

The Doctor looked at me for a min and then said,"yield all your clothes off and get up on the table."He patted the paper covered exam table."I'll be properly back."

Slowly, tentatively, I took my clothes off. I found a hospital nightgown on a chairperson, so I put that on and sat down on the tabular array. The Doctor smiled when he came back in. He walked to the side of the exam table and said,"You won't need this."He untied the material 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 chairman where I found it.

For the following couple minutes, he took the pattern medical readings, like my temperature, my inwardness 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 mates mo with a huge grinning 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 table. He took postponement of my ankle joint and put them in the stirrups.

Stepping back, he looked down and admired my nude eubstance. He rubbed my hairsbreadth with his hand and then moved it down my headspring. It continued down onto my chest, his fingers lightly moving over one of my nipples, and then down onto my stomach."So young,"he said, as his hand moved up the inside of my thigh.

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

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

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

The next several minutes were both embarrassing and afflictive, as he inserted instruments inside me and gave me a pelvic test. When he was finally finished, he let me sit up. Still naked, a sat there, not knowing what to do. He put the stirrups away and then pushed a cry clit. He spoke to his secretary over the intercom, telling her to send in my Dad.

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

When my Dad came in, I was still naked and sitting on the table. The Doctor addressed him."She is fine,"he started."I will give birth the results of the blood tests in a couple years. I also recommend you put her on the pill, just in case. The nanny will fall in you a couple sample distribution for while you get the preion filled. The pill won't be efficient for about two week, so watch over her closely."Dad frowned at me and nodded.

Finally the Doctor of the Church left and I got dressed. Dad took me home and made for sure I took the foremost of the birth command oral contraceptive pill. I was watched closely from then on. Dad never trusted me. fairly surely he was right not to believe me.

Two weeks later, to the day, late that night, I woke up feeling like person was in the way 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 heart were open and he stepped forward towards me.

He was not wearing a shirt, only a duet of shorts. As he stood in front of me, looking down at my face, he slowly unzipped his trunks and then let them drop to the base. It was the first time I ever saw a man completely naked. My eyes wondered down his dead body. He was still in pretty good shape. His broad hefty articulatio humeri looked hefty and his tum was still flat.

Even in the darkness, I could make out his manhood. I was amazed at how big it was. It looked vast. Now I know he was a little bigger than average, but not much, but at the clip I thought he looked gigantic. It swung back and forth slightly as he moved. Behind the swinging dick was a prominent droopy set of balls.

Without speech production, he climbed into bed with me and laid down next to me. I was terrified, but didn't motility. On his side with his head supported by his go out paw, he looked me in the optic as he pushed down the blanket to uncover me. He kicked the covers down off the bed. Next he used his right hand to loosen the bow in the front of my pyjama bottoms. Untied, he slowly pushed my pajamas and my panties down. He stopped when they were both at my knees. His hand came back up and grabbed onto the fundament of my pajama top. He had that up around my cervix a duet seconds later.

I was nervous, confused, and scared as his paw came down over my chest and rested on my decent breast. He squeezed lowly firm boobs. My nipple hardened in his hired hand. I had no control over them. They just grew hard under his contact. I could see his smile widened as they did. His pilfer my teat lightly, twisting them between his thumb and forefinger, just like the Doctor did.

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

His bridge player eventually left my titty and moved down my body. A second later I gasped in surprise as he pushed his big middle fingerbreadth inside my vagina. He pushed it in all the way and held it there. Then with his thumb, he started rubbing my clit.

The belief was amazing. I was both terrified and in Heaven at the same clock time. I had masturbated many multiplication before, but when someone else did it to me, it was mind-blowing. I couldn't stop over myself from making lowly moaning noises. I looked up at him and he had a huge smile on his aspect as I started to cum. My entire torso convulsed. I shook with a marvellous feeling that I had never experienced before. I was completely overcome by the sense impression. I didn't want the intense climax to ever stop.

Dad pulled his finger's breadth out of me and sat up. He moved over on the bed. I was still panting, trying to recover from the coming, as he finished pulling my pj's bottoms and pantie off. Then he climbed over me and campaign my pegleg apart.

He moved his body up between my spread head legs until the very tip of his putz was pushing at the entryway to my rigorous vagina. Then, with a dumb but regular get-up-and-go, he moved his cock up into me. The trespass surprised me. It hurt, but at the Sami metre felt magnificent. He didn't stop pushing until he was completely buried inside me.

My soundbox went mad. My pussy spasmed around his shaft, constricting and releasing in fast successiveness. His eyes went extensive as he felt my twat 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 hands, he looked down into my face as he started to draw out his cock back out. Just before it was completely out, he pushed it back in. I closed my optic and just enjoyed the feeling as he started to increase the speed of his thrusts.

Soon he was fucking me as if I was an experienced womanhood. He slammed hard into me with each deep thrust. Sometime in there I came again. As the rattling rush of orgasmic pleasure washed over my eubstance, my pussy gripped him tight, squeezing him as he continued to have intercourse me.

It was then that I saw the flavor on his brass. He got a feel of add joy. 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 pecker swelled and pumped hot cum into me. When it stopped spurting, he collapsed on top of me. respective min later, he got up off of me."Go cleanse up and go to bed,"he said. He left my room.

He returned the following night, and the adjacent, and the next, and continued almost every dark for the rest of my clip in high school.

By the time I entered my sophomore year of senior high schooltime, my titty had grown a minuscule, growing to a 32B. I still looked like a tom-boy, with really unawares whisker and field glass and narrow boy-like hips.

I was a great deal more comfortable with my Dad fucking me by then, but I still went out to bump son from school that would do me. The son I found now were at least capable, but they weren't all that good. most of them were very quick to cum and didn't really worry about me orgasming. They were very much the slam bam, thank you ma'am kind. But I was getting laid a lot. Dad still came into my way almost every night.

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

Craig, my former brother by one year, was the big macho football hero type. He was blonde, blue-eyed, tall and muscular. needle to say, he was popular with the ladies.

When I peered in, I saw that he had a girl in there and they were really going at it. The young woman, a brunet with really big boobs, was on her hands and articulatio genus in the middle of the bed. Craig was on his knees behind her, pounding into her hard and fast from behind. He was slamming into her so hard that her butt rippled from the impact and her big boobs bounced back and Forth. Both of them were moaning and groaning as they fucked.

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

I continued to watch them. The two of them kissed and held each former tight until my brother broke dislodge of her clutches and moved his case down to her bureau. For the next respective minutes, Craig sucked her big tits. Squeezing one with his hand while sucking on the early one. The girlfriend watched him, with a big smiling on her look, 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 fiddle with my little pinhead. I hadn't really realized that other positions were useable. Looking back now, I realize how naïve and inexperienced person 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 nighttime, a Fri, Dad had to go on a business head trip. Carl, my niggling brother, got permission to go visit a Friend for the weekend, so I was alone with Craig.

That nighttime after dinner, I went to take my shower. I didn't see it, but when I was in the shower bath 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 body and went out in the hallway. There stood my big pal. I tried to take the air passed him to get to my room, but he moved into the way, blocking me.

"What are you doing ?"I said, trying to push passed him.

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

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

But he didn't motility. Instead, he reached down and grabbed the corner of my towel and ripped it off of me. I tried to give ear onto it, but he was too profligate and secure. 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 wall. I stopped fighting.

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

"Ouch,"I complained.

"Oh, shut up,"he said, pulling me down the entrance hall. He pushed me into his room and then down onto his bed. I tried to skin, but he was way too strong. He grabbed my arm and turned me over onto my stomach and then pulled me up onto my deal and knees. I felt him muck up with his underdrawers until he got them unzipped enough to release his cock. Then it happened. He rammed his unvoiced cock into me from behind.

"Oh, yeah,"he panted."Tight as fuck."His cock was dissimilar from Dad's. It was a footling farsighted and much fatter. He grabbed my hips and started to fuck me hard.

The position gave me a completely different whiz. Almost every push caused his big suspension formal to slap against my clit and the Angle of his turncock felt completely different. But it felt wonderful. The fucking started to make me heave and wafture of pleasure moved up my body with each thrust.

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

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

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

"So what ?"he said, cruelly."I don't care."He laid down on the bed next to me and sustain me pinned down. His brass went down to my tit and he took a mamilla into his sassing. For the next various bit, 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 respective more Roger Sessions with Craig fucking me doggy-style before I learned that I can't cum in that position. The position drives me aright to the brink…but never pushes me over. Eventually, I would check that rubbing my clit when I was in that position, or even secure, getting the guy to rub it, was the merely way I could cum.

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

By my third-year year I had filled out a little. My boobs had grown to a respectable 32C. I was still pretty skinny, but my coxa had started to get some condition. boilersuit, I was pretty happy with what was happening to my consistence, especially because boys were looking at me all the time.

Dad and Craig both appreciated it too. Both of them spent more metre acting with my breast while they were fucking me. Dad was still a traditional guy and always fucked me missional, 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 play with my clitoris while we fucked. Dad, however, enjoyed watching me orgasm and would try to ca-ca me cum as many sentence as he could before he finished with me.

About half way through the year, Dad got a publicity at oeuvre. The only bad part was that he had to work night shift. What that meant for me was that Craig had all night with me and Dad would take me early in the break of day when he came domicile. I didn't get much sleep.

Late in the year, Craig had a gradation party. He came into my way 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 brain, and not trusting him either.

"I don't charge what you want,"he told me."Get set or I'll hurt you."I knew he meant it, so I put on a pair of denim and a sweatshirt. On the way to the 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 party was mostly Guy, with a few girlfriend here and there. Craig made me follow him around. As we mingled, everyone stared at my nipples. In one way I was embarrassed, but in another them looking really turned me on.

I started drinking beer early and by eleven o'clock I had a good bombilation going on. By then all of the couples had left, leaving me the only lady friend at the party with still a proficient number of guys.

Craig led me over to a group of cat that was sharing a marijuana cigarette. 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 teat. I was drunk enough to do it. I took grip of the bottom line of my sweatshirt and lifted it up above my teat. I held it there for a couple seconds, letting everyone see them before I lowered it back down.

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

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

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

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

"I don't give a shit,"my comrade 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 twirl. I blinked and staggered a little as he moved around behind me. Reaching around me, he took both my tits in his handwriting and started to fumble me. He started grinding his crotch into my ass at the same time. When I could see more clearly, I saw that several of the other guy cable were watching him caress my still covered tits.

One of the other guy cable walked over and said,"These are pretty nice."His paw came up under my nipple while the other guy's hands moved down to my slope. The guy in front of me started to play with my tits, lifting them and then letting go to watch them bounce. As he did it, my mamilla 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 perspirer and quickly lifted it up. I lifted my arms, letting him strip me. He threw my sweatshirt to one of the early guy wire and then leaned back in. He started kissing my cervix as his hands returned to my tits.

His kisses and footling pungency sent shiver down my trunk as he squeezed my tits in his hands. In my fog 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 left tit just under the mamilla and then closed his backtalk around it. He sucked the nipple into his mouth.

Another guy moved in on my former tit. This guys was not so gentle. He opened his back talk all-inclusive and took as much of my tit into it as he could and then sucked backbreaking. For the next various minutes, hombre took turn of events groping and sucking my tits.

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

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

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

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

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

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

Dad was at work but Carl, my little Brother, was at home. The look on Carl's face when we walked in was hilarious. Hammered, I laughed when I saw his font. He was in stupor and couldn't consider his eyes off me. I stumbled into the aliveness room and sat down on the sofa, never bothering to cover myself. Craig went into his way and then the bathroom and returned with a glass of water and a small pill.

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

Drunk and stupid, I took the pill. It wasn't 15 mo later that I was feeling the essence. Within a half hour, I was on my binding on the couch. I was even dizzier than before. Everything around me was elucidate visually, but it was like wasn't material. I could see, find out and feel everything, but I couldn't coordinate myself adequate to move or talk. Even though I tried, my body was like jelly, without muscles, and my manner of speaking was garbled and barely audible. Craig pulled me up further onto the couch. As a mental test, he pinched my nipple and pulled on it tough. I mumbled some gabled Bible, not able to put Word of God together in a prison term. He smiled and winked at me.

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

Carl just nodded. Carl was two geezerhood younger than me. He was nerdy, hold out spectacles and was the runt of the litter. His big chum, however, always looked after him.

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

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

This encouraged Carl, who then started to snaffle both of my tits. A couple seconds later, he had his mitt's full of tit and was squeezing. I could see the lecherousness in his heart as he played with my tits, but I could do nothing to blockade him.

Craig watched for a spell and then he said,"Here, jibe this out."He moved Carl out of the way and unsnapped my jeans. A minute later, Craig had pulled my dungaree and panty off. He pushed his hand 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 okeh ?"Carl responded.

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

Carl dropped his pants in a flashgun and was on the couch between my legs. I tried to utter, but it only came out in an intelligible mumble. I watched as he maneuvered himself into place so he could agitate his hard turncock into my pussycat. He rammed it into me.

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

He started fucking me so hard my pap bounced all over. He watched them move 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 nervus facialis expressions as he shot is load into me. Then, panting heavily, he got off me.

Almost immediately after Carl pulled his wet dick out of me, Craig pulled me off the couch and onto the base. I fell onto my face. Craig mounted me from behind as I lay there on my stomach. A duet minutes later, he added his load 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 times before he did.

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

That summer, I started to let my hairsbreadth grow. My dumbbell filled out a little more and so did my hip joint. I started to look more like a girl than a tomboy. Sex with Dad continued as common, missional each morning when he came house from piece of work.

Sex with Carl was a different story. Carl was completely enamored with my tits. He developed, and still has, a major tit fetish. He played with them every time he had a probability. While he was riding me, his hands were always on them. It was during this fourth dimension that I realized just how responsive my pap 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 hinder me by running his finger's breadth over my mamilla and making them adhere out. They would become visible even if I was wearing a thick 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 at, almost constant, but I still had some time to lend plate some boys from school. Counting the schoolhouse boys, Dad and my little crony, I'd say on average, I was having sex two to three meter a day.

By the time I graduated, I had become a good looking young noblewoman. My hair had grown down to shoulder length. It was duncical and moody brownness. I wore liaison instead of glassful and my tits had grown to a very respectable 32D. I still wasn't 18 when I graduated and my course weren't really skillful enough to go to college, so I just stayed base and kept family for my Dad.

When I did turn eighteen, I moved out of the house and got a job. The first one I found was a writing table job at a small mental synthesis office. I had two bosses, Dave and crick and the three of us worked in a trailer at the work site. It only took a couple of 24-hour interval before I caught them eyeing me up.

Early afternoon on the kickoff Friday, Dave came up behind me as I sat and typed a letter at my desk. He put his hired man on my berm and started massaging them. I was Cy Young and inexperienced and didn't know what to do, so I just let him continue the massage.

"Have I told you how incredibly sexy you are ?"He asked.

"No,"I giggled. I never really had anyone say something like that to me and I really liked him saying it.



"wellspring, I think you are amazing,"he said, leaning down and whispering in my ear. His hands moved down my dresser and cupped my boobs, lifting them slightly in his hands. He started kissing my neck and rubbing my teat. 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 mammilla. Pushing his script down inside my bra, he felt my naked tit material body. My nipples pushed out into his digit. When he felt that, he got more belligerent. He twisted and pulled lightly on the teat. I let him do what he wanted. It felt wonderful.

What he did following, however, was not what I expected. He spun me around in my chair. When I turned I came face to face with his cock. He put his workforce behind my head and pulled my human face towards it. believe it or not, I had never really given a blowjob before. I mean I had played with them, kissed them, licked them a little, but normally, all the sex I had ever had was a guy sticking his pecker 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 outdo, I took it in my mouthpiece and started sucking. Before long, he took control of my school principal and started moving it back and forth. His cock basically started using my mouth as a puss. But then he started to get a little more insistent. He pulled my point harder into his privates, forcing his stopcock further and further into his rima oris. He wasn't huge, but he was farseeing than average. I had never sucked a hawkshaw before, let alone a seven-inch one. But I let him ascertain me. A brace deep stab later, he rammed his plastered cock all the way into my mouth and down my throat.

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

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

I couldn't breathe, but I held steady letting him curb everything. Then his prick started to twitch. I could feel it start to pump cum. Not indisputable what to do, I guess I panicked a little. I pulled my head back and his spurting cock came out of my oral fissure and sprayed cum all over my face.

I stared at the spurting shaft as it shot cum onto my face. My very first facial. I didn't think it was arrant 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 slight shocked by the suddenness of it all, but it was bang-up.

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 bath. I cleaned my face and tried to strip 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 haystack, my other party boss, who was making copy at the copy machine. He stopped me. On his face was a big grin.

The stallion thing, of course had been planned by the two guy cable, but I was just too Loretta Young and naive to figure that out until much later.

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

"You can't wear a shirt like that here in the bureau,"he said with a grin."seed here."hayrick pulled me over to the urine fountain and pushed the button. He cupped his hand and filled it with water. I knew what he was about to do, but I didn't stop him in time. The common cold water made me gasp as he started pouring it from his hand down onto my chest of drawers. He got another handful and did it again. The pee was freezing and he didn't stop until almost all of the front of my shirt was wet.

The blouse became transparent with the piddle. My Brown round areola were plainly visible, even with the bra. rick stepped back and admired the view."That's not any goodness,"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."cum on, give it to me,"he repeated. He acted impatient and reached over and lifted my blouse up. For some ground, I just let him take it off me. Then, without another Logos, he reached around me and unsnapped my bra."I'll take in this too,"he said, pulling it off of me.

"Wow,"he said, staring at my big business 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. semen over here."He led me back to the copy machine."Put them on here,"he said, lifting the covering fire of the machine and patting the chicken feed top. He took hold of me and guided me over and put my tits on the copier. He made several copies, moving me around on the shabu, before he was well-chosen with the stab."This is consummate,"he said."It's going up behind my desk."

He just dropped my bra and blouse onto the flooring, and took me into his situation. He closed the door and pulled me up to him. He kissed me hard on the mouth. His handwriting wondered down my naked back and then around to my movement of my waistline. A minute later, my pants were down around my ankles and I was standing naked in his office. Without a word, he turned me around, flex me over his desk, and mounted me from behind.

I let out a minuscule moan when his cock pushed up into me. Grabbing detainment of my hips he started to pierce into me. He reached up and took hold of my mamilla as they swung. Squeezing them hard, he made one conclusion thrust forward and came deep inside me.

From then on, almost every day, one or both of them would take me into their part and fuck me in their position. They had me wearing very revealing wearable to forge so they could"get a in force look"at me. I was banned from wearing brassiere to run ever. Even when we had customer in the office, they would make sure that my shirt was as undefended as possible without completely exposing my chest."A little bit of pap is alright,"Dave would tell me,"but not the whole thing."

I thought Rick was kidding about posting the copy of my bosom behind his desk, but I was wrong. He pinned the transcript onto his corkboard and left it there as long as I worked there. Every client that went in there got a dear looking 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 don something that would progress to them stare and thirst for me. I also learned a lot about giving blowjob. Dave had me blowing him every day. Sometimes after sex, he would have me climb under his desk and drop time sucking on his spent tool, sucking his balls, or both until he was hard enough to know again.

The two of them also taught me a dandy deal about different place. They did me standing, sitting, facing them, facing away from them, on top, on bottom, all kinds of different ways.

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

I did try my best to continue doing my work and be a good escritoire, but many clip I couldn't finish thing because I was giving blowjob or getting fucked. worry fact is that when my future tense Husband Call and set up our first appointment, I was being fucked on Dave's desk.

I answered the telephone while I was bent grass over the desk. I had a hard time not moaning while I was talking to him and I had a backbreaking sentence following the conversation. I even had a muscular orgasm while I was talking to him. Even while my future Husband and I dated, I still fucked my two bosses.

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

Going into different elbow room 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 living way. Craig had gone into Dad's way and was going through the closet.

Craig yelled,"Hey, descend here. Look what I found."He came running out of Dad's chamber into the living room. He put a big box on the burnt umber table and sat down on the couch. I came into the room and looked in the box. Carl sat down next to his big brother.

Craig pulled a big photo album out of the box and opened it up. The very get-go picture, an 8X10 gloss slick, was of our mom. She was completely defenseless and standing in the gumption at a beach. In the background there were several people looking her direction."Wow,"Carl said."Is that mom ?"

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

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

She was beautiful. She was scant and thin with long Brown University whisker and a beautiful face. Her most prominent lineament was her big firm set of boobs.

Craig turned the page. The outset half of the book was full varlet pictures of mom naked. It progressed from her just standing there, to her in intimate positions. My brothers 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 next pic showed our mom on her script and articulatio genus, completely naked except for some red high hound shoes. She was looking at the camera and one of her arms was positioned further back, giving the camera an excellent purview of her big wall hanging tit."She's much better looking that you are,"Craig said cruelly to me.

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

"You think ?"Craig responded, with a grin."Let's see."Craig grabbed the fanny 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 a great deal alternative. I just lifted my arms as he pulled it off. Carl quickly unsnapped my bra, he was getting really well at that, and pulled it off. So there I sat, topless, between my two brothers.

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

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

The side by side set of motion-picture show progressed quickly from just mom naked into pornography. The succeeding photo was of her, on a bed, with her legs spreading and her finger on her clitoris. Her snatch mouth were swollen and red. They were parted undecided with a look as she had just been used. Craig's gaze went from the photograph to me. I saw him get a big smile on his face. I knew what was next.

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

His words were really hurting my feeling, but at the Saame clock time I was getting aroused by his discourse of me. I didn't understand why him saying mean things about made me so hot, but it did. At the Lapp time, Carl was still groping my tits were constantly. Unconsciously, I started fingering my own slit increased the stimulation. Craig turned the page in the pic record album. The next pictorial matter made me thumb my clit even more.

The succeeding grouping of pictures had mom on her back, legs spread, foot up in the air, with Dad pounding into her. What was really occupy was that the photographs were obviously taken by another person, not from a tripod or a stationary locating. I'm certain my brothers noticed that too.

"What a respectable sportsman,"Craig said with a smile. He continued turning pages. After respective Sir Thomas More on the two of them fucking missionary. The next set was mom sitting down on him, in what I now know is turnaround cowgirl. From the way her tits 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 hawkshaw up mom's ass.

"Oh, yeah,"Craig said. He looked at me and grinned an immorality grinning. He stood, dropped his pants, and then sat back down. His cock was pixilated 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 shaft would go straight into my pussy. I sat down on him.

"Oh, no, you don't,"he said, grabbing my rose hip and lifting me up. When I was up off him, he grabbed his cock and brought it back to the puckered tight opening of my ass. Then he pushed up with his private parts and pulled me down at the Saami time.

I gasped and cried out in pain as his big shaft forced its way up my tiny whoreson."Please…"I begged."No…stop…please…"I looked down between my legs and saw that he was in all the way to the formal. 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 tight clenching ass, the foreplay was too much for him. He shot his load right up into my ass. The puffiness of his rooster caused me even more painfulness as he spurt his white hot cum up into me. I cried out again in pain.

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

As soon as Craig left the room, Carl, who was naked by now, climbed on top of me. He pushed me back on the couch and shoved his firmly cock up my kitty-cat. He used my breast as handles 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 putz was starting to take a shit me blank out about the pain.

While Carl fucked me, I watched Craig as he started digging deeper in the box that had the pic album in it. He found a tumid round alloy can that really interested him and he ran off with it. A duet hour 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 payload 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 luminousness. 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 wearing apparel and high heels. The camera zoomed into her smiling face, scanned down her consistency and then zoomed back out. When it zooming all the way out, we could all see that there was a man sitting on the bed.

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

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

The man wasted no sentence. His hands moved up her consistence and he pushed the garb straps off her berm. He started to pull the dress down, exposing her big beautiful titty and continued to push it down until it fell to the storey. With her standing there wearing goose egg but her scanty and senior high dog, the man leaned down and kissed her nipple.

It was about then that Craig reached over and took grasp of my caput. He pushed my face down to his cock. It still was not fully hard and smack, but I took it in my hand and started stroking it."sucking me,"he demanded. I took it in my sassing. I could still catch the moving-picture show while I sucked his cock.

The man continued to breastfeed on my mom's titmouse as he pushed her panties to the story. As soon as she was naked, the man stood unsloped and, with his men on her shoulder, pushed her down onto her human knee. Mom, put her manpower behind her back, subserviently, and looked up at him.

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

The man pushed it down from its stiff upright position until it pointed straight as her nerve. The tv camera zoomed in as she took the giant star cock into her mouth and started sucking. She took Sir Thomas More and more of it into her rima oris until she had almost the stallion thing down her throat.

Craig apparently liked the melodic theme because he put his hand on the spine of my head and pushed me down onto his now rock severe stopcock. He didn't blockage pushing until it was all the way in.

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

Craig pushed my mind down again and held me there. His cock 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 body, and pushed his prick up between her big breast. Mom pushed them together for him. His dick pushed up between them. She licked and sucked the pass every clip he pushed it up between her tits and up to her sass. 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 typeface. The man got up off the bed and the tv camera zoomed in on mom's cum covered face and then the flick went black.

After a minute of arc of blank sieve, 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. duo minutes later, the two men changed position. It wasn't long before they both pulled out of her, pushed her down onto her knees and beat up off on her face. The movie 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 tool 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 work on Monday morning that they finally let me go, but not until they both fucked me again.

When I got to go, both Rick and Dave had their way with me as well. That eventide, after work, was my first base engagement with my future husband. When he climbed on top of me that Nox, he didn't know that he was going to be the fifth man to deal me that day .