For those of you who have not read any of what I have already chronicled about my wife I will give you some background knowledge. I found my married woman when she was only eighteen, working as a writing table. She was, and still is, beautiful. She has long thick Robert Brown hair that flows down below her shoulder joint. Her bosom are large, full, and natural with just a hint of sag. Each breast is tipped by heavy turn light-brown areola that forms big beautiful circles around her protruding severely nipples. Her tight tummy is prostrate and her ass is hard and unit of ammunition. She always keeps her pussy shaved, except for a small sphere of tomentum above her clit. Her pussy lips are equally amazing. They are foresighted, but not too long, and distend and open like a efflorescence when she gets stimulate.

I, on the other bridge player, am a tall, thinly, median looking guy, but I always preserve myself in good anatomy. My best attribute was my turncock. I am over nine in long and am very thick, all the way to the bulb-shaped mushroom-like promontory. What my wife, and former women, always appreciates the most is that it never really goes gentle. It stays around seven in, even when ` flaccid', and hard enough to get across all but the blotto muddle.

This fib is true, written from Carole's perspective, with some alteration like names and dates. Liberty was taken to commingle some experiences so the story would not drag on. Everything that she does and everything that happens in this storey has happened to her, in the way it is presented. Enjoy :

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When I entered high school, I looked like a tom-boy. I was still pocket-sized in height, with poor embrown haircloth, Robert Brown oculus and glasses. I looked nerdy. I had little A-cup breasts and nail down boy-like hips.

It was about that time, however, that I started to arise strange feelings and desires. I didn't understand the way I was feeling. I was horny all the metre, but didn't really accredit it for what it was. Whenever I was alone, I touched myself. Touching certain property made me prickling, so I touched those office a lot.

About two months into my freshman class, I got the braveness up to ask over a boy over to my theatre after school. My Dad, who was raising us alone after my mom died, was still at study and both my crony had variation after school. I thought the boy, who was a year older, knew what he was doing, but he didn't.

We kissed and I got naked. He dropped his pants and, when I reached over and touched his shaft, he shot his wad. He was embarrassed and ran out of the house. I was alone and rag. I tried a couple more fourth dimension with other male child, but without any real achiever. They were all too young and stupid.

I finally got a boy over that I thought would be able to scratch my itch, but when we started to osculate and 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 way and yelled at the boy, who quickly pulled up his pant and ran out of the house with my Dad following. I was still braless and trying to get my pants back on when he came back in. He yelled at me and then grabbed my arm. He sat down on my bed and bent me over his knee. His leave alone arm went across my get down cover 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 sensation, as he alternated spanking each ass buttock. Eventually, he tired and his hand came to a rest on my naked butt.

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

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

"Get up,"he told me. Still crying and now confused, I stood. My Dad's eyes moved up and down my torso, 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 boy over. Got it ?"

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

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

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

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

Slowly, tentatively, I took my clothes off. I found a hospital nightdress on a professorship, so I put that on and sat down on the table. The doc smiled when he came back in. He walked to the side of 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 night-robe fell to my lap. He pulled it off me and threw it over to the electric chair where I found it.

For the next span minutes, he took the formula medical examination Reading, like my temperature, my heart rate, and took some blood. Then he said,"Lay down."I did. I felt so vulnerable, laying there naked in front end of his glaring eye. He stared at me for a couple hour with a huge smile on his face."You know,"he said finally,"I was your mom's Dr. as well."He seemed to reminisce for a hour and then he picked up the stirrups and pushed them into the time slot on the examination mesa. He took appreciation of my articulatio talocruralis and put them in the stirrups.

Stepping back, he looked down and admired my bare body. He rubbed my hair with his hand and then moved it down my straits. It continued down onto my chest, his finger lightly moving over one of my nipples, and then down onto my belly."So Edward Young,"he said, as his hand moved up the inside of my thigh.

He moved around between my stage and looked down at my vagina."Tell me the 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 center finger up inside me. He looked up into my face and smiled."You are still very sozzled. That's good."With his finger's breadth up inside me, this thumb danced over my clit. There was a wonderful, almost galvanising, shock that washed over my torso. Both of my nipples instantly hardened. The Doctor smiled and laughed lightly."trade good,"he said."You are going to be a lot like your mom."

The succeeding several minutes were both embarrassing and painful, as he inserted cat's-paw inside me and gave me a pelvic exam. When he was finally finished, he let me sit up. Still naked, a sat there, not knowing what to do. He put the stirrups away and then pushed a Call release. 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 typeface, he reached up and ran his hand over my in good order breast. My nipples involuntarily hardened again."Nice,"he said."You have some growing to do, but you will be wonderful."He rolled my mamilla between his quarter round and index finger before letting go.

When my Dad came in, I was still naked and sitting on the board. The MD addressed him."She is fine,"he started."I will have the results of the blood tests in a couple daylight. I also recommend you put her on the oral contraceptive, just in case. The nursemaid will return you a twain samples for while you get the preion filled. The anovulant won't be efficient for about two hebdomad, so check her closely."Dad frowned at me and nodded.

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

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

He was not wearing a shirt, only a yoke of boxers. As he stood in front of me, looking down at my face, he slowly unzipped his shorts and then let them drip to the floor. It was the first time I ever saw a man completely naked. My centre wondered down his body. He was still in pretty honest shape. His across-the-board muscular shoulder joint looked powerful and his breadbasket was still flat.

Even in the dark, I could make out his humanness. I was amazed at how big it was. It looked immense. Now I know he was a little bigger than norm, but not much, but at the time I thought he looked mammoth. It swung back and forth slightly as he moved. Behind the swinging dick was a vauntingly droopy set of balls.

Without speaking, he climbed into bed with me and laid down following to me. I was terrified, but didn't move. On his side with his head supported by his entrust hand, he looked me in the eyes as he pushed down the mantle to uncover me. He kicked the covers down off the bed. Next he used his right hand to undo the bow in the front man of my pajama bottoms. Untied, he slowly pushed my pajamas and my step-in down. He stopped when they were both at my knees. His hand came back up and grabbed onto the bottom of my pajama top. He had that up around my cervix a duad seconds later.

I was anxious, confused, and scared as his hired man came down over my chest and rested on my the right way white meat. He squeezed small firm boobs. My teat hardened in his handwriting. I had no ascendance over them. They just grew hard under his tactual sensation. I could see his smile widened as they did. His nobble my nipples lightly, twisting them between his thumb and forefinger, just like the physician did.

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

His bridge player eventually left my dope and moved down my body. A second later I gasped in surprisal as he pushed his big midriff 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 feeling was amazing. I was both terrified and in promised land at the same sentence. I had masturbated many times before, but when person else did it to me, it was mind-blowing. I couldn't stop myself from making small moaning noise. I looked up at him and he had a huge smile on his face as I started to cum. My full body convulsed. I shook with a wild opinion that I had never experienced before. I was completely overcome by the sense experience. I didn't want the intense coming 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 regain from the orgasm, as he finished pulling my pajama bottoms and panties off. Then he climbed over me and labour my legs apart.

He moved his body up between my spread legs until the very tip of his dick was pushing at the entrance to my tight vagina. Then, with a easy but steady push, he moved his prick up into me. The usurpation surprised me. It hurt, but at the same time felt magnificent. He didn't stop pushing until he was completely buried inside me.

My body went mad. My kitty-cat spasmed around his hammer, constricting and releasing in agile chronological succession. His heart went wide as he felt my pussy tightly squelch his turncock. 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 pull his cock back out. Just before it was completely out, he pushed it back in. I closed my heart and just enjoyed the smell as he started to increase the speed of his thrusts.

Soon he was fucking me as if I was an experienced cleaning woman. He slammed hard into me with each rich thrust. Sometime in there I came again. As the fantastic surge of orgasmic delight washed over my body, my puss gripped him tight, squeezing him as he continued to jazz me.

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

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

He returned the future nighttime, and the next, and the next, and continued almost every nighttime for the rest of my time in high school.

By the time I entered my second-year year of high shoal, my boobs had grown a little, growing to a 32B. I still looked like a tom-boy, with really short-change hair and glasses and narrow boy-like hips.

I was a outstanding muckle more comfortable with my Dad fucking me by then, but I still went out to come up boy from school day that would do me. The son I found now were at least adequate to, but they weren't all that well. Most of them were very flying 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 room almost every night.

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

Craig, my older brother by one class, was the big macho football hero character. He was blonde, white-haired, tall and sinewy. phonograph needle to say, he was pop with the ladies.

When I peered in, I saw that he had a little girl in there and they were really going at it. The lady friend, a brunette with really big boobs, was on her hands and knees in the middle of the bed. Craig was on his human knee behind her, pounding into her hard and fast from behind. He was slamming into her so hard that her stooge 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 girl. She panted and moaned lightly. When they were spent, they both collapsed onto the bed.

I continued to take in them. The two of them kissed and held each other tight until my brother broke free of her grasp and moved his face down to her dresser. For the next several instant, Craig sucked her big titty. Squeezing one with his paw while sucking on the other one. The miss 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 son I had sex with, always did me while I was on my back. No one had really bothered to play with my small boobs. I hadn't really realized that other positions were available. 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 future dark, a Friday, Dad had to go on a stage business head trip. Carl, my little brother, got permission to go chit-chat a ally for the weekend, so I was alone with Craig.

That night after dinner, I went to take up 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 rain shower and dried off. I tied the big towel around my consistency and went out in the hallway. There stood my big crony. I tried to walk passed him to get to my way, but he moved into the way, blocking me.

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

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

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

But he didn't move. Instead, he reached down and grabbed the turning point of my towel and ripped it off of me. I tried to hang up onto it, but he was too fast and warm. He threw the towel to the group and then pinned me up against the paries. I tried to fight, but he took both my wrist in his big manus and pushed them back against the bulwark. 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 get out nipple.

"Ouch,"I complained.

"Oh, shut up,"he said, pulling me down the hall. He pushed me into his elbow room and then down onto his bed. I tried to shin, but he was way too strong. He grabbed my arm and turned me over onto my belly and then pulled me up onto my deal and articulatio genus. I felt him louse up with his shorts until he got them unzipped enough to release his cock. Then it happened. He rammed his difficult tool into me from behind.

"Oh, yeah,"he panted."Tight as fuck."His cock was different from Dad's. It was a little longer and lots fatter. He grabbed my articulatio coxae and started to fuck me hard.

The perspective gave me a completely unlike hotshot. Almost every thrust caused his big wall hanging orb to slap against my clit and the Angle of his peter felt completely different. But it felt wonderful. The shtup started to nominate me gasp and waves of joy moved up my body with each thrust.

Craig fucked me hard and fast. When he started to get close to orgasm, he let go of my hips and on hand grabbed my berm while the other grabbed my tomentum and pulled my head back.

I was in a intimate frenzy when he came. I couldn't control my trousering and moaning and my entire body shook uncontrollably in transport, except I wasn't cumming. He shot his hot freight 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 keep me pinned down. His font went down to my knocker and he took a tit into his lip. For the next several minutes, he sucked and chewed on my hard nipples.

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

It took me respective Thomas More sessions with Craig fucking me doggy-style before I learned that I can't cum in that position. The position drives me veracious to the brink…but never pushes me over. Eventually, I would discover that rubbing my button when I was in that spatial relation, or even better, getting the guy to rub it, was the only way I could cum.

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

By my Jnr year I had filled out a little. My boobs had grown to a tidy 32C. I was still pretty skinny, but my hips had started to get some shape. Overall, I was pretty well-chosen with what was happening to my consistency, especially because boys were looking at me all the time.

Dad and Craig both appreciated it too. Both of them spent more than time performing with my boob while they were fucking me. Dad was still a traditional guy and always fucked me missionary, and Craig always did me doggy. I think he enjoyed the fact that I couldn't cum like that. The bastard would never let me play with my button while we fucked. Dad, however, enjoyed watching me orgasm and would try to make me cum as many times as he could before he finished with me.

About half way through the year, Dad got a packaging at work. The only bad part was that he had to work night shift. What that meant for me was that Craig had all nighttime with me and Dad would look at me early in the morning when he came base. I didn't get a great deal sleep.

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

"I don't care what you want,"he told me."Get ready or I'll injury you."I knew he meant it, so I put on a pair of jeans and a sweatshirt. On the way to the party, Craig made me acquire 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 blackguard, with a few girls 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 serious bombination going on. By then all of the couples had left, leaving me the only girl at the political party with still a soundly act of guys.

Craig led me over to a chemical group of guys that was sharing a articulate. Craig joined in."Can I ?"I asked, my words a lilliputian 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 tits. I was drunk enough to do it. I took delay of the bottom seam of my sweatshirt and lifted it up above my tits. I held it there for a couplet 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 articulate. It didn't take very much before I was both richly 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 sanction ?"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 grin. Reaching down, he took both my mammilla in his workforce and squeezed them. In my daze, I just smiled up at him. Then he looked and saw my brother standing next to him."Oh, I'm sorry,"he said, pulling his hands away quickly.

"I don't give a 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 spin. I blinked and staggered a little as he moved around behind me. Reaching around me, he took both my tit in his hands and started to grope me. He started grinding his crotch into my ass at the same prison term. When I could see more clearly, I saw that respective of the former guys were watching him fondle my still covered tits.

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

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

Then the guy behind me took detainment of the backside 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 bozo and then leaned back in. He started kissing my neck opening as his hands returned to my tits.

His osculation and fiddling collation sent tingle down my organic structure as he squeezed my mammilla in his hands. In my daze I noticed that all the early guys were closer in around me. I don't know who it was, but a guy started licking my left tit just under the nipple and then closed his mouth around it. He sucked the tit into his mouth.

Another guy moved in on my other tit. This cat was not so gentle. He opened his backtalk wide and took as lots of my tit into it as he could and then sucked hard. For the next several bit, bozo took turns groping and sucking my tits.

Eventually, Craig stepped in."okeh, metre for me to take her home,"he said. Everyone moaned, but no one objected seriously. Craig was the great 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 knocker popped right out of the pickle. Everyone laughed at me. One guy started pushing one of my tits up, making it bounce.

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

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

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

Dad was at work but Carl, my little Brother, was at family. The looking on Carl's face when we walked in was hilarious. Hammered, I laughed when I saw his face. He was in shock and couldn't take his eyes off me. I stumbled into the sustenance room and sat down on the lounge, never bothering to incubate myself. Craig went into his room and then the bathroom and returned with a glass of water supply and a small pill.

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

sot and stupid person, I took the pill. It wasn't fifteen instant later that I was feeling the effects. Within a half hour, I was on my dorsum on the lounge. I was even woozy than before. Everything around me was make visually, but it was like wasn't real. I could see, hear and feel everything, but I couldn't coordinate myself enough to move or speak. Even though I tried, my body was like jelly, without muscles, and my address was garbled and barely hearable. Craig pulled me up further onto the couch. As a exam, he pinched my teat and pulled on it hard. I mumbled some gabled give-and-take, not capable to put words together in a sentence. He smiled and winked at me.

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

Carl just nodded. Carl was two years younger than me. He was nerdy, fall apart ice and was the runt of the litter. His big brother, 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 hand on my au naturel tit. The touch made my teat harden."See,"Craig said,"she likes it."

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

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

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

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

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

Carl dropped his pants in a flash and was on the lounge between my legs. I tried to verbalise, but it only came out in an perceivable gum. I watched as he maneuvered himself into space so he could push his hard prick into my pussy. He rammed it into me.

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

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

Almost immediately after Carl pulled his wet dick out of me, Craig pulled me off the couch and onto the floor. I fell onto my boldness. Craig mounted me from behind as I lay there on my venter. A duet second 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 succeeding morn, I was woken up by my Dad climbing on top of me. I was almost fully recovered by then and my Dad's putz made me cum respective clock time before he did.

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

That summer, I started to let my whisker grow. My pinhead filled out a little more and so did my pelvic girdle. I started to look more like a daughter than a tomboy. Sex with Dad continued as usual, missioner each dayspring when he came habitation from work.

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

When we were out in public, Carl would always try to embarrass me by running his fingers over my tit and making them stick out. They would become seeable 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 frequent, almost ceaseless, but I still had some clock time to bring house some boys from school. Counting the school boy, Dad and my little brother, I'd say on average, I was having sex two to three times a day.

By the fourth dimension I graduated, I had become a good looking vernal lady. My pilus had grown down to shoulder duration. It was thick and dark brown. I wore physical contact instead of methamphetamine hydrochloride and my tit had grown to a very goodly 32D. I still wasn't eighteen when I graduated and my grades weren't really good enough to go to college, so I just stayed domicile and kept house for my Dad.

When I did turn over eighteen, I moved out of the house and got a job. The get-go one I found was a secretary job at a small twist berth. I had two bosses, Dave and rick and the three of us worked in a trailer at the work internet site. It only took a duo of days before I caught them eyeing me up.

Early afternoon on the starting time Friday, Dave came up behind me as I sat and typed a letter at my desk. He put his hand 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 cover the massage.

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

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



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

What he did next, however, was not what I expected. He spun me around in my chair. When I turned I came face to case with his hammer. He put his hands behind my head and pulled my face towards it. believe it or not, I had never really given a cock sucking before. I mean I had played with them, kissed them, licked them a lilliputian, but normally, all the sex I had ever had was a guy sticking his dick in my vagina and pounding away. I knew what he wanted, but I wasn't really certainly how to do it, and I wanted to do it right.

Trying my best, I took it in my mouthpiece and started sucking. Before long, he took control of my foreland and started moving it back and Forth River. His rooster basically started using my mouth as a pussy. But then he started to get a little more clamant. He pulled my head teacher harder into his crotch, forcing his dick further and further into his mouth. He wasn't huge, but he was longer than average. I had never sucked a dick before, let alone a seven-inch one. But I let him curb me. A duo late thrusts later, he rammed his stiff cock all the way into my mouth and down my throat.

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

"Oh, God,"he started groaning, looking down in 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 ascertain everything. Then his putz started to twitch. I could feel it begin to pump cum. Not sure what to do, I guess I panicked a little. I pulled my head back and his spurting hammer came out of my mouthpiece and sprayed cum all over my face.

I stared at the spurting turncock as it shot cum onto my brass. My very first-class honours degree facial. I didn't think it was gross or nasty at all. I liked it a lot. The hot cum splashing on me was wonderful. The spirit on his face was wonderful. I was a little shocked by the precipitateness of it all, but it was great.

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

When I left the john, I walked right by haystack, my other boss, who was making copies at the transcript motorcar. He stopped me. On his face was a big grin.

The entire thing, of grade had been planned by the two guys, but I was just too immature and naive to figure that out until a great deal later.

"What's that on your shirt ?"he asked, pointing at the cum topographic point."Come here,"rick continued."Let me see."He ran his fingerbreadth over the stains, several of which, coincidently, were on my boobs. His fingers stopped directly on top of my remaining mamilla."This looks like you have been a naughty little girl,"he said, pushing his finger's breadth into my dumbbell. My mammilla responded instantly to his touch.

"You can't wear a shirt like that here in the berth,"he said with a grin."Come here."Rick pulled me over to the water outpouring and pushed the push. He cupped his handwriting and filled it with H2O. I knew what he was about to do, but I didn't plosive him in clock time. The cold water made me puff as he started pouring it from his hand down onto my chest. He got another handful and did it again. The water system was freezing and he didn't occlusive until almost all of the straw man of my shirt was wet.

The blouse became transparent with the water. My chocolate-brown turn areola were plainly visible, even with the bra. wrick stepped back and admired the view."That's not any good,"he said."Tell you what, return me your shirt."He held his script out."I'll see if we can dry it off."He stood there, with his deal out and waited."ejaculate on, contribute it to me,"he repeated. He acted impatient and reached over and lifted my blouse up. For some grounds, I just let him take it off me. Then, without another Holy Writ, he reached around me and unsnapped my bra."I'll look at this too,"he said, pulling it off of me.

"Wow,"he said, staring at my big firm naked knocker."Those are wonderful."I just stood there topless, not knowing what to do. Then he said,"I need a picture of those. cum over here."He led me back to the copy car."Put them on here,"he said, lifting the covert of the machine and patting the glass top. He took cargo area of me and guided me over and put my nipple on the copier. He made various copies, moving me around on the meth, before he was happy with the shot."This is perfect,"he said."It's going up behind my desk."

He just dropped my bra and blouse onto the trading floor, and took me into his office. He closed the door and pulled me up to him. He kissed me hard on the mouth. His hands wondered down my defenseless back and then around to my front of my waist. A arcminute later, my pants were down around my ankles and I was standing naked in his office. Without a Word of God, he turned me around, bent me over his desk, and mounted me from behind.

I let out a humble groan when his cock pushed up into me. Grabbing hold of my hips he started to thrust into me. He reached up and took hold of my tits as they swung. Squeezing them hard, he made one survive thrust forward and came late inside me.

From then on, almost every day, one or both of them would take me into their business office and fuck me in their office. They had me wearing very revealing vesture to shape so they could"get a good look"at me. I was banned from wearing bras to crop ever. Even when we had customer in the spot, they would piss sure that my shirt was as open as possible without completely exposing my chest."A little bit of nipple is OK,"Dave would tell me,"but not the altogether thing."

I thought rick 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 client that went in there got a good feeling 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 physical object. I loved the fact that I could outwear something that would make them stare and lust for me. I also learned a lot about giving blowjobs. Dave had me blowing him every day. Sometimes after sex, he would have me climb under his desk and spend prison term sucking on his spent rooster, sucking his nut, or both until he was hard enough to do it again.

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

One of the most significant things I learned during that prison term 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 trump to preserve doing my work and be a good secretary, but many times I couldn't cultivation thing because I was giving blowjob or getting fucked. Interesting fact is that when my future tense hubby outcry and set up our first date, I was being fucked on Dave's desk.

I answered the telephone set while I was bent over the desk. I had a hard time not moaning while I was talking to him and I had a hard time following the conversation. I even had a powerful coming while I was talking to him. Even while my future husband and I dated, I still fucked my two boss.

Not long after I moved out, my Dad died in an accident at work. Craig came back from college for the funeral. Afterwards, the three of us returned to the star sign to enter out what to do. The house was paid for and Dad's will go forth it to the three of us equally, but Craig and I agreed to leave the house to Carl so he had some place to survive while he finished school. But we also decided that we would go through the sign of the zodiac and carve up up some of the property.

going away into different way of the menage, we started sorting stuff. I went to my old bedroom and started putting the stuff I wanted to keep in a agglomerate by the door. Carl was in the living room. Craig had gone into Dad's way and was going through the closet.

Craig yelled,"Hey, come here. Look what I found."He came running out of Dad's bedchamber into the keep elbow room. He put a big box on the coffee table and sat down on the couch. I came into the way and looked in the box. Carl sat down next to his big brother.

Craig pulled a big photo album out of the box and opened it up. The very first picture, an 8X10 color glossy, was of our mom. She was completely naked and standing in the Amandine Aurore Lucie Dupin at a beach. In the screen background there were several people looking her direction."Wow,"Carl said."Is that mom ?"

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

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

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

Craig turned the page. The first one-half of the playscript was full page pictures of mom naked. It progressed from her just standing there, to her in sexual positioning. My sidekick were almost drooling over them.

I was still standing adjacent 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 buttocks 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 exposure showed our mom on her hands and knee joint, completely naked except for some red high up cad shoe. She was looking at the television camera and one of her arms was positioned further back, giving the camera an fantabulous position of her big hanging tit."She's a great deal better looking that you are,"Craig said cruelly to me.

"Her titmouse are larger 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 coat of arms as he pulled it off. Carl quickly unsnapped my bra, he was getting really good at that, and pulled it off. So there I sat, topless, between my two brothers.

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

"They're still fun to run with, though,"Carl said running his fingerbreadth over my left mammilla, which, of path, involuntarily swelled and hardened.

The succeeding set of photograph progressed quickly from just mom naked into pornography. The future photo was of her, on a bed, with her legs spread and her finger on her clit. Her pussy backtalk were swollen and red. They were parted open with a aspect as she had just been used. Craig's regard went from the photo to me. I saw him get a big smile on his fount. I knew what was next.

A minute later, I was sitting naked between the two of them."Even her slit is safe than yours,"Craig said viciously. He was doing his effective to diminish and humiliate me and it was working."Spread the back talk,"he told me. I reached down and pulled them apart."Yeah, nowhere close as nice."

His Son were really hurting my feelings, but at the Sami meter I was getting aroused by his treatment of me. I didn't understand why him saying hateful things about made me so hot, but it did. At the same time, Carl was still groping my tits were constantly. Unconsciously, I started fingering my own pussy increased the stimulation. Craig turned the Sir Frederick Handley Page in the pic album. The side by side picture made me finger my clit even more.

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

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

Then in one of the picture show, the Angle of her sitting on his changed. It was then that we all saw that Dad now had his dick up mom's ass.

"Oh, yeah,"Craig said. He looked at me and grinned an evilness grin. He stood, dropped his pants, and then sat back down. His hammer was blotto 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 prick would go straight into my pussy. I sat down on him.

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

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

"Oh, yeah,"he groaned. Between the fervour and my fuddled clenching ass, the stimulus was too much for him. He shot his consignment right up into my ass. The lump of his turncock caused me even more annoyance as he spurt his white hot cum up into me. I cried out again in pain.

Craig didn't care. He left his tool inside me until it shrank back down and finally fell out. When that happened, he pushed me off of him and went into the bathroom to wash off his soiled cock.

As soon as Craig left the room, Carl, who was naked by now, climbed on top of me. He pushed me back on the lounge and shoved his hard prick up my pussy. He used my tits 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 poke of Carl's shaft was starting to fix me forget about the pain.

While Carl fucked me, I watched Craig as he started digging deeper in the box that had the photo album in it. He found a large round alloy can that really interested him and he ran off with it. A twosome proceedings later, he came back into the animation 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 brightness level. He made me sit up and then he sat down next to me. He turned on the projector.

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

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

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

The man wasted no time. His paw moved up her body and he pushed the dress straps off her shoulder. He started to displume the frock down, exposing her big beautiful titty and continued to push it down until it fell to the floor. With her standing there wearing zilch but her panty and high heel, 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 prick. It still was not fully gruelling and smelled, but I took it in my bridge player and started stroking it."suction me,"he demanded. I took it in my mouthpiece. I could still watch the pic while I sucked his cock.

The man continued to take up on my mom's tits as he pushed her panties to the level. As soon as she was naked, the man stood upright and, with his manus on her shoulder, pushed her down onto her human knee. 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 pants. Out of his pant popped a immense pecker. 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 perspective until it pointed straight as her font. The camera zoomed in as she took the heavyweight tool into her mouth and started sucking. She took More and more of it into her backtalk until she had almost the entire thing down her throat.

Craig apparently liked the mind because he put his handwriting on the backbone of my head and pushed me down onto his now rock surd putz. 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 crystalline lens as the man started sucking her nipples. She sat up and continued to ride him for several minutes before he pushed her off him. She got onto her hands and knees and the man mounted her from tooshie. As he fucked her, he reached around and played with her big vacillation breast. The man started to get more into it, pounding her harder and pulling her hair.

Craig pushed my head down again and held me there. His hammer 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 tail end and turned her over. He moved up her trunk, straddling her torso, and pushed his cock up between her big tits. Mom pushed them together for him. His shaft pushed up between them. She licked and sucked the head every prison term 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 manus to pump the cum out of his spurting cock and all over her face. The man got up off the bed and the camera zoomed in on mom's cum covered human face and then the movie went black.

After a mo of blank screenland, another motion-picture show started. This one started with mom on the bed naked with two bare men, neither was our Dad. The sex started immediately. One man took her doggy-style while she sucked the other one. twosome instant later, the two men changed billet. It wasn't long before they both pulled out of her, pushed her down onto her knees and beat off on her face. The picture show ended.

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

For the succeeding two twenty-four hours they kept me locked up in my way. fountainhead, 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 dawning that they finally let me go, but not until they both fucked me again.

When I got to work, both Rick and Dave had their way with me as well. That evening, after employment, was my for the first time particular date with my future husband. When he climbed on top of me that Nox, he didn't know that he was going to be the 5th man to take me that day .