For those of you who have not read any of what I have already chronicled about my wife I will dedicate you some background. 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 hair that flows down below her shoulders. Her breasts are large, full, and natural with just a pinch of sag. Each breast is tipped by large round light-brown ring of color that forms big beautiful circles around her protruding heavy nipples. Her tight belly is flat and her ass is hard and round. She always keeps her pussy shaved, except for a small area of fuzz above her button. Her pussy lips are equally amazing. They are prospicient, but not too long, and distend and afford like a flower when she gets wind up.

I, on the other manus, am a tall, thin, average looking guy, but I always keep on myself in respectable bod. My right attribute was my prick. I am over nine inch 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 in, even when ` flaccid', and hard enough to penetrate all but the crocked holes.

This chronicle is on-key, written from Carole's perspective, with some modification like name calling and dates. shore leave 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 high gear school, I looked like a tom-boy. I was still lowly in height, with suddenly Brown University hair, brown heart and glasses. I looked nerdy. I had small A-cup breasts and nail down boy-like hips.

It was about that time, however, that I started to germinate strange 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 position made me thrill, so I touched those places a lot.

About two months into my fledgling year, 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 study and both my brothers had summercater after school. I thought the boy, who was a yr older, knew what he was doing, but he didn't.

We kissed and I got naked. He dropped his pant 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 foiled. I tried a couple more clock time with early male child, but without any genuine success. They were all too Pres Young and stupid.

I finally got a boy over that I thought would be able-bodied to scratch my itchiness, but when we started to buss and take 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 knickers and ran out of the home with my Dad following. I was still topless and trying to get my trouser back on when he came back in. He yelled at me and then grabbed my arm. He sat down on my bed and bent me over his knee. His left arm went across my lower vertebral column and held me down. With his right, he pushed my pant down around my knees.

With his bare paw he started spanking my nude ass. I started crying from the pain, as he alternated spanking each ass impertinence. Eventually, he tired and his hand came to a ease on my nude butt.

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

It was then that I felt something strange. With his handwriting still on my raw ass, he squeezed lightly. Then he moved it around on my ass. His leave behind arm came off my dorsum and his hand came up under me, across my chest. His hand cupped my minor chest. 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 concentrated mamilla rum over his fingers.

"Get up,"he told me. Still crying and now confused, I stood. My Dad's heart moved up and down my consistence, 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 Sir Thomas More boys over. Got it ?"

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

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

"OK,"the Doctor said."Relax. It will be alright. Have a posterior out in the waiting arena and I'll birdcall you back in when we are done."Dad turned and left me there.

The Doctor looked at me for a minute and then said,"payoff all your clothes off and get up on the table."He patted the composition covered test mesa."I'll be right back."

Slowly, tentatively, I took my dress off. I found a hospital nightie on a death chair, so I put that on and sat down on the board. The Doctor smiled when he came back in. He walked to the side of meat of the examination board and said,"You won't need this."He untied the textile ties that secured my scrubs and pushed it off one articulatio humeri than the other. The nightdress fell to my lap. He pulled it off me and threw it over to the chairperson where I found it.

For the next couple minutes, he took the normal health check readings, like my temperature, my centre pace, and took some blood. Then he said,"Lay down."I did. I felt so vulnerable, laying there naked in nominal head 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 min and then he picked up the stirrups and pushed them into the slots on the exam table. He took cargo area of my mortise joint and put them in the stirrups.

Stepping back, he looked down and admired my naked consistence. He rubbed my hair with his hand and then moved it down my head. It continued down onto my breast, his fingers lightly moving over one of my teat, and then down onto my stomach."So young,"he said, as his deal moved up the inside of my thigh.

He moved around between my wooden leg and looked down at my vagina."Tell me the Sojourner 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 midriff fingerbreadth up inside me. He looked up into my font and smiled."You are still very tight. That's good."With his finger up inside me, this ovolo danced over my clit. There was a wonderful, almost galvanizing, shock that washed over my dead body. Both of my teat instantly hardened. The Doctor smiled and laughed lightly."Good,"he said."You are going to be a lot like your mom."

The future various second were both embarrassing and awful, as he inserted tool 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 hollo button. He spoke to his secretary over the intercommunication system, telling her to station in my Dad.

Then the Dr. turned back to me and with a smile on his brass, he reached up and ran his hand over my rightfulness breast. My nipples involuntarily hardened again."Nice,"he said."You have some growing to do, but you will be wonderful."He rolled my pap between his thumb 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 OK,"he started."I will have the results of the roue run in a couplet twenty-four hour period. I also recommend you put her on the anovulant, just in case. The nurse will impart you a couple sample for while you get the preion filled. The pill won't be effective for about two hebdomad, so watch her closely."Dad frowned at me and nodded.

Finally the Doctor left and I got dressed. Dad took me household and made sure I took the first of the nascency dominance pills. I was watched closely from then on. Dad never trusted me. jolly sure he was right not to intrust me.

Two weeks later, to the day, late that night, I woke up feeling like individual was in the elbow 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 up and he stepped forward towards me.

He was not wearing a shirt, only a pair of boxers. As he stood in front of me, looking down at my boldness, he slowly unzipped his boxers and then let them drop to the level. It was the offset time I ever saw a man completely naked. My eyes wondered down his body. He was still in pretty good shape. His broad muscular shoulders looked mighty and his belly was still flat.

Even in the darkness, I could seduce out his manhood. I was amazed at how big it was. It looked huge. Now I know he was a trivial liberal than average, but not a lot, but at the time I thought he looked gigantic. It swung back and forth slightly as he moved. Behind the swinging prick was a boastfully 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 side with his head supported by his left hand, he looked me in the eyes as he pushed down the blanket to unveil me. He kicked the covers down off the bed. Next he used his right helping hand to untie the bow in the front of my pyjama buttocks. Untied, he slowly pushed my pajamas and my panties down. He stopped when they were both at my knees. His hired 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 nervous, mazed, and scared as his deal came down over my chest and rested on my right breast. He squeezed small firm breast. My teat hardened in his script. I had no ascendance over them. They just grew gruelling under his touch. I could see his smile widened as they did. His top my nipples lightly, twisting them between his thumb and forefinger, just like the Doctor did.

Against my leg, I could finger his prick motility. It grew and straightened, becoming hard as a rock.

His helping hand eventually left my booby and moved down my torso. A indorsement later I gasped in surprise as he pushed his big midriff digit inside my vagina. He pushed it in all the way and held it there. Then with his ovolo, he started rubbing my clit.

The feeling was amazing. I was both terrify and in paradise at the same time. I had masturbated many time before, but when someone else did it to me, it was mind-blowing. I couldn't turn back myself from making small-scale moaning racket. I looked up at him and he had a Brobdingnagian smile on his face as I started to cum. My total torso convulsed. I shook with a fantastic feeling that I had never experienced before. I was completely overcome by the sensation. I didn't want the intense sexual climax 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 coming, as he finished pulling my pajama bottoms and pantie off. Then he climbed over me and pushed my wooden leg apart.

He moved his physical structure up between my scatter legs until the very tip of his putz was pushing at the entrance to my tight vagina. Then, with a irksome but unwavering push, he moved his prick up into me. The infringement surprised me. It hurt, but at the Lapp fourth dimension felt magnificent. He didn't catch pushing until he was completely buried inside me.

My eubstance went mad. My twat spasmed around his tool, constricting and releasing in quick succession. His eyes went wide as he felt my cunt tightly squeeze his rooster. He just left it still, firmly buried inside me, enjoying the feel, 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 pull in his cock back out. Just before it was completely out, he pushed it back in. I closed my eyes and just enjoyed the touch as he started to increase the swiftness of his thrusts.

Soon he was fucking me as if I was an experienced womanhood. He slammed hard into me with each oceanic abyss thrust. Sometime in there I came again. As the wonderful Rush of orgasmic pleasance washed over my body, my pussy gripped him tight, squeezing him as he continued to fuck me.

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

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

He returned the next Night, and the next, and the next, and continued almost every nighttime for the eternal sleep of my time in high up school.

By the time I entered my soph year of highschool schooling, my dope had grown a fiddling, growing to a 32B. I still looked like a tom-boy, with really inadequate hair and Methedrine and narrow boy-like hips.

I was a great business deal more well-fixed with my Dad fucking me by then, but I still went out to receive boys from schooling that would do me. The son I found now were at least subject, but they weren't all that adept. Most of them were very agile to cum and didn't really worry about me orgasming. They were very lots the shot 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 schooling early on and came home. I was by myself because the boy I was going to skip schooltime with chickened out. When I got into the business firm, I heard noise coming from my quondam brother's room. I snuck up to the door and peeked in.

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

When I peered in, I saw that he had a daughter in there and they were really going at it. The girl, a brunette with really big boobs, was on her hands and stifle in the centre of the bed. Craig was on his genu behind her, pounding into her voiceless and fast from behind. He was slamming into her so strong that her can rippled from the impact and her big boobs bounced back and Forth River. Both of them were moaning and groaning as they fucked.

The both of them came at the same clip. Craig's head 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 them. The two of them kissed and held each former tight until my brother broke free of her reach and moved his side down to her chest. For the next several minutes, Craig sucked her big tits. Squeezing one with his hand while sucking on the other one. The female child 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 spine. No one had really bothered to play with my slight boobs. 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 room access and silently left the house. Or so I thought. I found out later that Craig had seen me watching, but had just continued with his girl.

The adjacent night, a Fri, Dad had to go on a business misstep. Carl, my little 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 exhibitioner. I didn't see it, but when I was in the shower 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 put up my big Brother. I tried to walk passed him to get to my room, but he moved into the way, blocking me.

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

"I saw you watching me,"he said, grabbing my wrist joint."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 hang up onto it, but he was too fast and inviolable. He threw the towel to the chemical group and then pinned me up against the paries. I tried to clamber, but he took both my carpus in his big handwriting and pushed them back against the paries. I stopped fighting.

He stepped back slightly and looked down my naked 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 hall. He pushed me into his room and then down onto his bed. I tried to struggle, but he was way too impregnable. He grabbed my arm and turned me over onto my stomach and then pulled me up onto my manpower and knee joint. I felt him louse up with his underdrawers until he got them unzipped enough to unfreeze his cock. Then it happened. He rammed his hard cock into me from behind.

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

The position gave me a completely different aesthesis. Almost every push caused his big dangling balls to slap against my button and the angle of his rooster felt completely different. But it felt fantastic. The fucking started to earn me gasp and waves of pleasure moved up my body with each thrust.

Craig fucked me difficult and fast. When he started to get close to orgasm, he let go of my hips and on deal grabbed my shoulder while the other grab my hair and pulled my question back.

I was in a sexual frenzy when he came. I couldn't control my trousering and moaning and my intact body shook uncontrollably in hug drug, except I wasn't cumming. He shot his hot encumbrance into me, holding himself deep inside me until he was done spurting. Then he pulled out and pushed me down onto the bed. I turned to lay on my back.

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

"So what ?"he said, cruelly."I don't care."He laid down on the bed next to me and kept me pinned down. His aspect went down to my tits and he took a nipple into his mouth. For the next several minute of arc, he sucked and chewed on my severely nipples.

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

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

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

By my junior year I had filled out a small. My boob had grown to a respectable 32C. I was still pretty tight fitting, but my articulatio coxae had started to get some build. overall, I was pretty well-chosen with what was happening to my soundbox, especially because boy were looking at me all the time.

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

About half way through the class, Dad got a promotion at work. The only bad part was that he had to sour night work shift. 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 home. I didn't get much sleep.

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

"I don't care what you want,"he told me."Get quick or I'll distress you."I knew he meant it, so I put on a yoke of blue jean and a sweatshirt. On the way to the party, Craig made me ask off my bra. I was very uncomfortable without it, especially because it was cold out and my teat 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 mammilla. In one way I was embarrassed, but in another them looking really turned me on.

I started drinking beer early and by xi o'clock I had a effective buzz going on. By then all of the couples had left, leaving me the only girl at the political party with still a expert number of guys.

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

The man with the junction in his oral cavity looked at me and then said,"If you show me those you can."He looked down at my pap. I was drunk enough to do it. I took hold of the bottom seam of my sweatshirt and lifted it up above my titty. I held it there for a twosome seconds, letting everyone see them before I lowered it back down.

"Whoa,"the guy said with a grinning."okeh then, here ya go."He handed me the junction. It didn't take very much before I was both senior high school and drunk.

I started to get a niggling dizzy, so I sat down on the couch. One of the guys came over to me."You approve ?"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 knocker in his hands and squeezed them. In my fog, I just smiled up at him. Then he looked and saw my chum standing next to him."Oh, I'm sorry,"he said, pulling his bridge player away quickly.

"I don't give a dogshit,"my blood brother responded with a joke."Have at it."

The guy took it to center. He took my work force and pulled me up onto my feet, which made my headland twirl. I blinked and staggered a little as he moved around behind me. Reaching around me, he took both my titmouse in his hands and started to fumble me. He started grinding his crotch into my ass at the same clip. When I could see more clearly, I saw that respective of the other guys were watching him caress my still covered tits.

One of the other guys walked over and said,"These are pretty nice."His script came up under my titty while the other guy's hands moved down to my sides. The guy in presence of me started to trifle with my knocker, lifting them and then letting go to find out them bounce. As he did it, my tit 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 cargo deck of the bottom of my sweater and quickly lifted it up. I lifted my blazon, letting him strip me. He threw my sweatshirt to one of the other hombre and then leaned back in. He started kissing my neck as his handwriting returned to my tits.

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

Another guy moved in on my other tit. This cat was not so gentle. He opened his mouth spacious and took as much of my tit into it as he could and then sucked intemperately. For the following several minute, guys took round groping and sucking my tits.

Eventually, Craig stepped in."OK, time for me to take her family,"he said. Everyone moaned, but no one objected seriously. Craig was the bighearted 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 holes in it. When Craig put it back on me, my tits popped the right way out of the gob. Everyone laughed at me. One guy started pushing one of my tit up, making it bounce.

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

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

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

Dad was at piece of work but Carl, my minuscule brother, was at home. The look on Carl's fount when we walked in was hilarious. Hammered, I laughed when I saw his face. He was in jar and couldn't take his optic off me. I stumbled into the living way and sat down on the couch, never bothering to cover myself. Craig went into his way and then the bathroom and returned with a methamphetamine of H2O and a small pill.

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

inebriate and stupid, I took the pill. It wasn't fifteen second later that I was feeling the effects. Within a one-half hour, I was on my backbone on the sofa. I was even light-headed than before. Everything around me was clear visually, but it was like wasn't real. I could see, listen and feel everything, but I couldn't co-ordinate myself enough to act or spill. Even though I tried, my physical structure was like jelly, without muscles, and my speech 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 hard. I mumbled some gabled words, not able to put words together in a sentence. He smiled and winked at me.

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

Carl just nodded. Carl was two years younger than me. He was nerdy, get into meth and was the runt of the litter. His big crony, however, always looked after him.

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

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

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

Craig watched for a while and then he said,"Here, check this out."He moved Carl out of the way and unsnapped my jeans. A minute later, Craig had pulled my dungaree and step-in 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 tool in her."

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

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

Carl dropped his gasp in a instant and was on the couch between my leg. I tried to speak, but it only came out in an perceivable mumble. I watched as he maneuvered himself into place so he could crowd his hard cock 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 shudder all over. Being helpless and taken was beyond wonderful. I just watched as he went at it. The look on his typeface as he fucked me showed his passion and lust. I didn't understand it but I loved the flavour that my body was being used to make a man, or boy in this face, go crazy.

He started fucking me so hard my tits bounced all over. He watched them go as he fucked me. It didn't take him more than than a minute before he came inside me. He panted and groaned, making all variety of Wyrd facial 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 floor. I fell onto my aspect. Craig mounted me from behind as I lay there on my abdomen. A span minutes later, he added his load to his brother's. When they both recovered, they picked me up, took what was left of my perspirer 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 dick made me cum various times before he did.

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

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

Sex with Carl was a unlike 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 chance. While he was riding me, his custody were always on them. It was during this fourth dimension that I realized just how reactive my nipples were. They would hardened and protrude at the first feeling. Sometimes just the thinking of them being touched, kissed, or licked was enough.

When we were out in populace, Carl would always try to block me by running his fingerbreadth over my mamilla and making them stick out. They would become visible even if I was wearing a heavyset 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 frequent, almost constant, but I still had some clock time to bring home some boys from school. Counting the school male child, Dad and my little crony, I'd say on average, I was having sex two to three fourth dimension a day.

By the clip I graduated, I had become a good looking Pres Young lady. My hair had grown down to shoulder length. It was thickly and nighttime Brown. I wore link instead of glasses and my boob had grown to a very tidy 32D. I still wasn't eighteen when I graduated and my gradation weren't really good enough to go to college, so I just stayed home base and keep back house for my Dad.

When I did turn eighteen, I moved out of the house and got a job. The commencement one I found was a secretary job at a humble construction office staff. I had two bosses, Dave and kink and the three of us worked in a house trailer at the workplace website. It only took a couple of mean solar day before I caught them eyeing me up.

Early afternoon on the low gear Fri, Dave came up behind me as I sat and typed a letter at my desk. He put his hands on my shoulders and started massaging them. I was young and inexperienced and didn't know what to do, so I just let him continue the massage.

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

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



"Well, I think you are amazing,"he said, leaning down and whispering in my ear. His hands moved down my pectus and cupped my boobs, lifting them slightly in his hands. He started kissing my neck opening and rubbing my nipple. 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 chest and then went back to fondling my tits. Pushing his men down inside my bra, he felt my naked tit flesh. My mammilla pushed out into his finger. When he felt that, he got more belligerent. He twisted and pulled lightly on the pap. 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 electric chair. When I turned I came face to brass with his cock. He put his hands behind my mind and pulled my face towards it. Believe it or not, I had never really given a blowjob before. I mean I had played with them, kissed them, licked them a little, but normally, all the sex I had ever had was a guy sticking his cock 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 oral fissure and started sucking. Before long, he took control of my foreland and started moving it back and Forth River. His cock basically started using my mouth as a pussy. But then he started to get a little more insistent. He pulled my head harder into his crotch, forcing his cock further and further into his sass. He wasn't immense, but he was retentive than average. I had never sucked a dick before, let alone a seven-inch one. But I let him contain me. A couple deeply jabbing later, he rammed his stiff cock all the way into my mouth and down my throat.

I was surprised at how easily I took the entire 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 nigh of it, but I knew I loved it.

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

I couldn't breathe, but I held steady letting him control everything. Then his peter started to twitch. I could feel it bulge out to pump cum. Not certainly what to do, I guess I panicked a short. I pulled my header back and his spurting pecker came out of my mouth and sprayed cum all over my face.

I stared at the spurting hammer as it shot cum onto my nerve. My very first seventh cranial nerve. I didn't think it was gross or awful at all. I liked it a lot. The hot cum splashing on me was wonderful. The look on his font was wonderful. I was a little shocked by the suddenness of it all, but it was great.

He looked down at me and smiled. Some of the cum dripped off my typeface and onto my blouse. I quickly excused myself and headed for the bathroom. I cleaned my font 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 can, I walked right by Rick, my other boss, who was making copy at the transcript machine. He stopped me. On his face was a big grin.

The stallion matter, of form had been planned by the two bozo, but I was just too young and uninitiated to enter that out until much later.

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

"You can't wear a shirt like that here in the authority,"he said with a grin."Come here."Rick pulled me over to the water outflow and pushed the button. He cupped his hand and filled it with water supply. I knew what he was about to do, but I didn't stop him in prison term. The cold water supply made me gasp as he started pouring it from his hand down onto my chest. He got another smattering and did it again. The water was freezing and he didn't stop until almost all of the front line of my shirt was wet.

The blouse became transparent with the water. My brown round areola were plainly visible, even with the bra. Rick stepped back and admired the sight."That's not any good,"he said."Tell you what, give me your shirt."He held his hand out."I'll see if we can dry it off."He stood there, with his hand out and waited."come on, pass it to me,"he repeated. He acted impatient and reached over and lifted my blouse up. For some reason, I just let him contract it off me. Then, without another word, he reached around me and unsnapped my bra."I'll occupy 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 pictorial matter of those. Come over here."He led me back to the copy simple machine."Put them on here,"he said, lifting the cover of the machine and patting the glass top. He took hold of me and guided me over and put my tits on the duplicator. He made respective copies, moving me around on the glass, before he was happy with the shot."This is everlasting,"he said."It's going up behind my desk."

He just dropped my bra and blouse onto the flooring, and took me into his office. He closed the door and pulled me up to him. He kissed me punishing on the sassing. His custody wondered down my naked back and then around to my figurehead of my waistline. A bit later, my pant were down around my articulatio talocruralis and I was standing naked in his office. Without a Bible, he turned me around, bow me over his desk, and mounted me from behind.

I let out a pocket-sized moan when his cock pushed up into me. Grabbing appreciation of my pelvis he started to push up into me. He reached up and took hold of my tits as they swung. Squeezing them unvoiced, he made one last thrust forward and came deep inside me.

From then on, almost every day, one or both of them would take me into their place and make out me in their authority. They had me wearing very revealing habiliment to crop so they could"get a good look"at me. I was banned from wearing bras to work ever. Even when we had guest in the office, they would shit sure that my shirt was as open as potential without completely exposing my chest."A footling bit of nipple is fine,"Dave would evidence me,"but not the solid thing."

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

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

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

One of the most crucial things I learned during that time 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 give it to them.

I did try my best to uphold doing my work and be a in effect secretaire, but many clip I couldn't finish things because I was giving cock sucking 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 laborious clock time not moaning while I was talking to him and I had a hard time following the conversation. I even had a powerful orgasm while I was talking to him. Even while my time to come Husband and I dated, I still fucked my two party boss.

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 estimate out what to do. The sign was paid for and Dad's will pass on it to the three of us equally, but Craig and I agreed to hand the house to Carl so he had some place to live while he finished schooltime. But we also decided that we would go through the house and divide up some of the property.

departure into different room of the firm, we started sorting poppycock. I went to my old sleeping accommodation and started putting the hooey I wanted to hold on in a plenty by the door. Carl was in the living room. Craig had gone into Dad's elbow room and was going through the closet.

Craig yelled,"Hey, come here. expect what I found."He came running out of Dad's sleeping accommodation into the living room. He put a big box on the coffee board and sat down on the sofa. I came into the elbow room and looked in the box. Carl sat down next to his big brother.

Craig pulled a big pic album out of the box and opened it up. The very low gear characterization, an 8X10 color glossy, was of our mom. She was completely naked and standing in the George Sand at a beach. In the ground there were several people looking her direction."Wow,"Carl said."Is that mom ?"

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

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

She was beautiful. She was inadequate and tenuous with tenacious brown hairsbreadth and a beautiful face. Her most striking feature was her big firm set of boobs.

Craig turned the Page. The firstly half of the book was full Sir Frederick Handley Page pictures of mom naked. It progressed from her just standing there, to her in sexual post. My pal were almost drooling over them.

I was still standing following to them and looking from afar. Craig looked up at me."Sit down,"he said, with a demanding quality. 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 side by side photo showed our mom on her paw and knees, completely naked except for some red high blackguard shoes. She was looking at the photographic camera and one of her blazon was positioned further back, giving the camera an excellent view of her big hanging pap."She's much better looking that you are,"Craig said cruelly to me.

"Her pap are bigger too,"Carl added, stating the obvious.

"You think ?"Craig responded, with a smile."Let's see."Craig grabbed the bottom of my T-shirt and lifted it up."Take this off,"he demanded. He already had it up above my bra when he said it. He was big and strong, so I didn't have much choice. I just lifted my limb as he pulled it off. Carl quickly unsnapped my bra, he was getting really unspoiled at that, and pulled it off. So there I sat, topless, between my two brothers.

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

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

The next set of moving-picture show progressed quickly from just mom naked into pornography. The succeeding photo was of her, on a bed, with her branch spread and her fingerbreadth on her button. Her pussy lips 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 smile on his human face. I knew what was next.

A minute later, I was sitting raw between the two of them."Even her cunt is just than yours,"Craig said viciously. He was doing his best to derogate and humiliate me and it was working."Spread the sass,"he told me. I reached down and pulled them apart."Yeah, nowhere close as nice."

His words were really hurting my spirit, but at the Lapplander time I was getting aroused by his treatment of me. I didn't understand why him saying base things about made me so hot, but it did. At the same fourth dimension, Carl was still groping my titty were constantly. Unconsciously, I started fingering my own pussy increased the stimulation. Craig turned the page in the photograph album. The next picture made me finger my clitoris even more.

The next radical of exposure had mom on her back, legs spread, feet up in the air, with Dad pounding into her. What was really interesting 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 salutary athletics,"Craig said with a smiling. He continued turning pages. After several more on the two of them fucking missioner. The future set was mom sitting down on him, in what I now know is reverse cowgirl. From the way her tits looked in the photos you could differentiate that she was bouncing up and down on him.

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

"Oh, yeah,"Craig said. He looked at me and grinned an iniquity grin. He stood, dropped his drawers, and then sat back down. His dick 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 shaft would go straight into my kitty-cat. I sat down on him.

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

I gasped and cried out in pain as his big shaft forced its way up my tiny asshole."Please…"I begged."No…stop…please…"I looked down between my ramification 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 find it spasm around him.

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

Craig didn't aid. He left his rooster 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 bemire 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 hard hammer up my kitty-cat. He used my tits as handles as he rode me hard.

When Craig came back in the way, Carl was still on top of me, pumping away. He was moaning, really enjoying himself. I was still hurting, but the poking of Carl's cock was starting to wee-wee me leave about the pain.

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

Craig set up the projector as Carl finished with me, dumping his onus 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 ignitor. 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 apparel and richly bounder. The television camera zoomed into her smiling face, scanned down her dead body and then zoomed back out. When it zooming all the way out, we could all see that there was a man sitting on the bed.

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

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

The man wasted no time. His men moved up her body and he pushed the dress straps off her shoulders. He started to pull the dress down, exposing her big beautiful tit and continued to push it down until it fell to the base. With her standing there wearing nothing but her panties and high heels, the man leaned down and kissed her nipple.

It was about then that Craig reached over and took hold of my head. He pushed my face down to his cock. It still was not fully backbreaking and reek, 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 mammilla as he pushed her panties to the floor. As soon as she was naked, the man stood upright and, with his manpower on her shoulder joint, pushed her down onto her knees. Mom, put her bridge player behind her back, subserviently, and looked up at him.

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

The man pushed it down from its stiff upright position until it pointed straight as her human face. The tv camera zoomed in as she took the giant cock into her mouth 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 handwriting on the dorsum of my head and pushed me down onto his now rock firmly dick. He didn't stop pushing until it was all the way in.

When Craig let me back up up, I looked back over at the photographic 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 on him for several minutes before he pushed her off him. She got onto her work force and knees and the man mounted her from behind. 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 principal down again and held me there. His peter twitched in my throat. When he let me back up, I could severalize the man fucking mom was close to cumming. He stopped banging her from rear and turned her over. He moved up her consistency, straddling her torso, and pushed his cock up between her big breast. Mom pushed them together for him. His cock pushed up between them. She licked and sucked the head every time he pushed it up between her tits and up to her mouth. It didn't take the man very long at all before he started to cum. The man used his deal to pump the cum out of his spurting cock and all over her aspect. The man got up off the bed and the camera zoomed in on mom's cum covered face and then the movie went black.

After a instant of blank screen, another movie started. This one started with mom on the bed naked with two naked men, neither was our Dad. The sex started immediately. One man took her doggy-style while she sucked the early one. Couple minutes later, the two men changed locating. It wasn't long before they both pulled out of her, pushed her down onto her human knee and flummox off on her face. The pic ended.

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

For the next two twenty-four hour period they kept me locked up in my elbow room. wellspring, 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 figure out on Mon morning that they finally let me go, but not until they both fucked me again.

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