For those of you who have not read any of what I have already chronicled about my wife I will give you some background. I found my wife when she was only eighteen, working as a repository. She was, and still is, beautiful. She has long thick John Brown whisker that flows down below her shoulder. Her knocker are large, full, and natural with just a jot of sag. Each breast is tipped by heavy round of drinks light-brown areola that forms big beautiful lap around her protruding severe nipples. Her compressed venter is flat and her ass is hard and round. She always keeps her purulent shaved, except for a small-scale expanse of hair above her clit. Her pussy sassing are equally amazing. They are farsighted, but not too long, and distend and open like a blossom when she gets stimulate.

I, on the other hand, am a tall, slenderize, intermediate looking guy, but I always keep myself in good Supreme Headquarters Allied Powers Europe. My best attribute was my shaft. I am over nine inches long and am very wooden-headed, all the way to the bulbous mushroom-like headland. What my married woman, and other charwoman, always appreciates the most is that it never really goes soft. It stays around seven inches, even when ` flaccid', and hard enough to imbue all but the tightest holes.

This history is reliable, written from Carole's perspective, with some alterations like figure and dates. liberty was taken to merge some experiences so the tarradiddle would not drag on. Everything that she does and everything that happens in this write up has happened to her, in the way it is presented. Enjoy :

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When I entered high school day, I looked like a tom-boy. I was still modest in stature, with brusque brown hair's-breadth, brown eyes and glasses. I looked nerdy. I had piddling A-cup chest and specify boy-like hips.

It was about that time, however, that I started to develop strange flavour and desires. I didn't understand the way I was feeling. I was horny all the time, but didn't really accredit it for what it was. Whenever I was alone, I touched myself. Touching certain spot made me shudder, so I touched those places a lot.

About two calendar month into my neophyte year, I got the courage up to ask in a boy over to my menage after schooltime. My Dad, who was raising us alone after my mom died, was still at study and both my brothers had sports after schooling. I thought the boy, who was a twelvemonth older, knew what he was doing, but he didn't.

We kissed and I got naked. He dropped his knickers 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 frustrated. I tried a dyad more clock time with other son, but without any real success. They were all too young and stupid.

I finally got a boy over that I thought would be capable to scratch my itch, 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 pants and ran out of the house with my Dad following. I was still topless and trying to get my pants back on when he came back in. He yelled at me and then grabbed my arm. He sat down on my bed and bent me over his knee. His leave behind arm went across my lower book binding and held me down. With his right wing, he pushed my pants down around my knees.

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

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

It was then that I felt something strange. With his hired man still on my nude ass, he squeezed lightly. Then he moved it around on my ass. His left arm came off my dorsum and his mitt came up under me, across my dresser. His deal cupped my lowly breast. I could feel my nipple harden in his hand. So could he. He squeezed my tit and then moved back and Forth River slightly, letting my hard nipple rum over his fingers.

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

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

The following day, Dad kept me home from school. He took me to see the doc, who was an old acquaintance of his, that morn. When we were called back, Dad told the Doctor,"I caught her with some boy."The Doctor of the Church smiled at me. I was totally mortified."She needs to throw an exam and tested to see if she caught anything,"Dad continued.

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

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

For the next brace minutes, he took the pattern medical exam readings, like my temperature, my heart rate, and took some stock. Then he said,"Lay down."I did. I felt so vulnerable, laying there naked in front man of his glaring eyes. He stared at me for a couple moment with a immense smile on his typeface."You know,"he said finally,"I was your mom's Doctor as well."He seemed to reminisce for a minute and then he picked up the stirrup iron and pushed them into the slot on the exam mesa. He took appreciation of my articulatio talocruralis and put them in the stirrups.

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

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

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

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

The future several minutes were both embarrassing and painful, as he inserted legal document inside me and gave me a pelvic test. When he was finally finished, he let me sit up. Still naked, a sat there, not knowing what to do. He put the stirrup away and then pushed a call clitoris. 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 nerve, he reached up and ran his hand over my redress breast. My mamilla involuntarily hardened again."Nice,"he said."You have some growing to do, but you will be wonderful."He rolled my tit between his ovolo and forefinger before letting go.

When my Dad came in, I was still naked and sitting on the table. The doc addressed him."She is fine,"he started."I will have the results of the blood tests in a yoke 24-hour interval. I also recommend you put her on the pill, just in event. The nurse will kick in you a mates sample for while you get the preion filled. The pill won't be effectual for about two workweek, so watch her closely."Dad frowned at me and nodded.

Finally the Doctor left and I got dressed. Dad took me nursing home and made sure I took the first of the birth control oral contraceptive. 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 individual was in the room with me. In the dark I saw him. My Dad was standing just inside the door staring down at me. I didn't speak. He saw that my eyes were open and he stepped forward towards me.

He was not wearing a shirt, only a yoke of shorts. As he stood in figurehead of me, looking down at my fount, he slowly unzipped his underdrawers and then let them degenerate to the flooring. It was the low gear time I ever saw a man completely naked. My centre wondered down his physical structure. He was still in pretty good chassis. His all-inclusive powerful shoulder joint looked powerful and his stomach was still flat.

Even in the darkness, I could make out his manhood. I was amazed at how big it was. It looked huge. Now I know he was a little braggy than norm, but not much, but at the fourth dimension I thought he looked gigantic. It swung back and forth slightly as he moved. Behind the swinging shaft was a large droopy set of balls.

Without speaking, he climbed into bed with me and laid down succeeding to me. I was terrified, but didn't move. On his English with his promontory supported by his get out hand, he looked me in the center as he pushed down the mantle to expose me. He kicked the blanket down off the bed. Next he used his right hand to untie the bow in the front of my pajama bottoms. Untied, he slowly pushed my pajama and my panties down. He stopped when they were both at my genu. His manus came back up and grabbed onto the bottom of my pj's top. He had that up around my neck a couple seconds later.

I was nervous, confused, and scared as his bridge player came down over my chest and rested on my justly breast. He squeezed modest firm boobs. My pap hardened in his hands. I had no ascendancy over them. They just grew intemperate under his signature. I could see his grin widened as they did. His pinched my nipples lightly, twisting them between his quarter round and forefinger, just like the Doctor did.

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

His hand eventually left my bosom and moved down my soundbox. A second later I gasped in surprise as he pushed his big middle digit inside my vagina. He pushed it in all the way and held it there. Then with his quarter round, he started rubbing my clit.

The feeling was amazing. I was both terrified and in heaven at the same meter. I had masturbated many clock time before, but when person else did it to me, it was mind-blowing. I couldn't stop myself from making humble moaning haphazardness. I looked up at him and he had a huge smile on his face as I started to cum. My entire body convulsed. I shook with a fantastic feeling that I had never experienced before. I was completely overcome by the ace. I didn't want the acute 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 orgasm, as he finished pulling my pajama freighter and panties off. Then he climbed over me and fight my legs apart.

He moved his body up between my spread legs until the very tip of his prick was pushing at the ingress to my squiffy vagina. Then, with a slack but steady get-up-and-go, he moved his prick up into me. The violation surprised me. It hurt, but at the same metre felt magnificent. He didn't stop pushing until he was completely buried inside me.

My body went mad. My pussy spasmed around his cock, constricting and releasing in quick successiveness. His centre went wide as he felt my pussy tightly mash his cock. He just left it still, firmly buried inside me, enjoying the feeling, as he lifted my shirt and finished taking it off over my head.

Pushing himself up with his hands, he looked down into my human face as he started to pull his cock back out. Just before it was completely out, he pushed it back in. I closed my eyes and just enjoyed the look as he started to increase the velocity of his thrusts.

Soon he was fucking me as if I was an experience woman. He slammed hard into me with each deep thrust. Sometime in there I came again. As the marvelous rush of orgasmic pleasance washed over my consistence, my pussycat gripped him tight, squeezing him as he continued to bed 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 prick swelled and pumped hot cum into me. When it stopped spurting, he collapsed on top of me. Several minutes later, he got up off of me."Go clean up and go to bed,"he said. He left my room.

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

By the time I entered my second-year twelvemonth of high schooling, my dumbbell had grown a piddling, growing to a 32B. I still looked like a tom-boy, with really curt hair and glasses and narrow boy-like hips.

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

One day, I left school early and came rest home. I was by myself because the boy I was going to decamp school day with chickened out. When I got into the house, I heard noise coming from my Old brother's room. I snuck up to the room access and peeked in.

Craig, my elderly brother by one twelvemonth, was the big macho football hero character. He was blonde, blue-eyed, marvellous and hefty. needle 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 young woman, a brunet with really big boobs, was on her hands and articulatio genus in the midsection of the bed. Craig was on his knees behind her, pounding into her voiceless and fasting from behind. He was slamming into her so hard that her rear end rippled from the impact and her big knocker bounced back and forth. Both of them were moaning and groaning as they fucked.

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

I continued to observe them. The two of them kissed and held each other tight until my comrade broke free of her appreciation and moved his expression down to her chest of drawers. For the future various minutes, Craig sucked her big mamilla. Squeezing one with his manus while sucking on the other one. The girl watched him, with a big smile on her face, as he feasted on her tits.

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

The succeeding night, a Fri, Dad had to go on a business enterprise trip. Carl, my trivial sidekick, got permission to go call in a friend for the weekend, so I was alone with Craig.

That Nox after dinner, I went to take my shower. I didn't see it, but when I was in the shower bath Craig cracked open the threshold 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 physical structure and went out in the hallway. There stand up my big blood 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."You like what you saw ?"

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

But he didn't relocation. Instead, he reached down and grabbed the niche of my towel and ripped it off of me. I tried to hang onto it, but he was too libertine and unassailable. He threw the towel to the group and then pinned me up against the paries. I tried to struggle, but he took both my wrists in his big hands and pushed them back against the wall. I stopped fighting.

He stepped back slightly and looked down my naked body."You sure aren't much to look at, are you ?"He laughed a footling. Then he leaned his drumhead 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 secure. He grabbed my arm and turned me over onto my tummy and then pulled me up onto my bridge player and knees. I felt him foul up with his shorts until he got them unzipped enough to release his turncock. Then it happened. He rammed his hard tool into me from behind.

"Oh, yeah,"he panted."Tight as fuck."His cock was different from Dad's. It was a little yearner and a great deal fatter. He grabbed my hips and started to be intimate me hard.

The place gave me a completely dissimilar sensation. Almost every jab caused his big wall hanging balls to slap against my clit and the slant of his cock felt completely dissimilar. But it felt wonderful. The fucking started to make up me gasp and waves of pleasure moved up my consistency with each thrust.

Craig fucked me intemperate and fast. When he started to get close to orgasm, he let go of my hip joint and on script grabbed my shoulder while the other grabbed my whisker and pulled my capitulum back.

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

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

"So what ?"he said, cruelly."I don't care."He laid down on the bed next to me and go along me pinned down. His face went down to my nipple and he took a nipple into his back talk. For the next several instant, he sucked and chewed on my gruelling nipples.

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

It took me several to a greater extent sessions with Craig fucking me doggy-style before I learned that I can't cum in that position. The position drives me decently to the brink…but never pushes me over. Eventually, I would watch that rubbing my clit when I was in that placement, or even respectable, getting the guy to rub it, was the only way I could cum.

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

By my Junior year I had filled out a little. My bosom had grown to a sizeable 32C. I was still pretty underweight, but my rosehip had started to get some shape. boilers suit, I was pretty happy with what was happening to my torso, especially because male child were looking at me all the time.

Dad and Craig both appreciated it too. Both of them spent more sentence playing with my breasts while they were fucking me. Dad was still a traditional guy and always fucked me missioner, and Craig always did me doggy. I think he enjoyed the fact that I couldn't cum like that. The illegitimate child would never let me dally with my clit while we fucked. Dad, however, enjoyed watching me orgasm and would try to make believe me cum as many times as he could before he finished with me.

About half way through the year, Dad got a advancement at oeuvre. The alone bad part was that he had to exploit night shift. What that meant for me was that Craig had all dark with me and Dad would take me early in the morning when he came abode. I didn't get much sleep.

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

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

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

I started drinking beer early and by football team o'clock I had a good bombilation going on. By then all of the dyad had left, leaving me the lone girl at the political party with still a respectable telephone number of guys.

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

The man with the joint in his sassing 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 bed seam of my sweatshirt and lifted it up above my tits. I held it there for a duad seconds, letting everyone see them before I lowered it back down.

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

I started to get a little dizzy, so I sat down on the couch. One of the guy came over to me."You 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 smile. Reaching down, he took both my mamilla in his custody and squeezed them. In my daze, I just smiled up at him. Then he looked and saw my crony standing following to him."Oh, I'm sorry,"he said, pulling his hands away quickly.

"I don't chip in a shit,"my chum responded with a laugh."Have at it."

The guy took it to heart. He took my paw and pulled me up onto my metrical foot, which made my head spin. I blinked and staggered a little as he moved around behind me. Reaching around me, he took both my bosom 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 various of the former Guy were watching him caress my still covered tits.

One of the other guys walked over and said,"These are pretty nice."His hands came up under my mamilla while the other guy's hands moved down to my side of meat. The guy in front of me started to represent with my tits, lifting them and then letting go to determine 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 detention of the arse of my sweater and quickly lifted it up. I lifted my subdivision, letting him strip me. He threw my sweatshirt to one of the other guys and then leaned back in. He started kissing my neck as his hands returned to my tits.

His buss and piffling bites sent shivers down my torso as he squeezed my mammilla in his bridge player. 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 will tit just under the nipple and then closed his mouth around it. He sucked the mamilla into his mouth.

Another guy moved in on my other tit. This guy was not so gentle. He opened his oral fissure all-encompassing and took as much of my tit into it as he could and then sucked gruelling. For the next various minutes, guy took play groping and sucking my tits.

Eventually, Craig stepped in."OK, prison term for me to take her home,"he said. Everyone moaned, but no one objected seriously. Craig was the expectant 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 perspirer and cut big golf hole in it. When Craig put it back on me, my tits popped right out of the holes. Everyone laughed at me. One guy started pushing one of my tits up, making it bounce.

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

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

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

Dad was at piece of work but Carl, my little pal, was at nursing home. The tone 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 make his eyes off me. I stumbled into the sustenance room and sat down on the lounge, never bothering to extend myself. Craig went into his room and then the bathroom and returned with a crank of water and a small pill.

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

inebriate and dolt, I took the oral contraceptive pill. It wasn't fifteen arcminute later that I was feeling the effects. Within a half hour, I was on my rear on the couch. I was even dizzier than before. Everything around me was clear visually, but it was like wasn't real number. I could see, hear and feel everything, but I couldn't co-ordinate myself enough to move or talk. Even though I tried, my torso was like jelly, without musculus, and my speech was garbled and barely hearable. Craig pulled me up further onto the couch. As a test, he pinched my nipple and pulled on it hard. I mumbled some gabled words, not able-bodied to put words together in a prison term. He smiled and winked at me.

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

Carl just nodded. Carl was two year untested than me. He was nerdy, wore glasses and was the runt of the bedding. 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 bare tit. The touch made my tit harden."See,"Craig said,"she likes it."

This encouraged Carl, who then started to grab both of my tits. A couple seconds later, he had his hand's wide-cut of tit and was squeezing. I could see the lecherousness in his middle 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 arcminute later, Craig had pulled my denim and pantie off. He pushed his hand between my peg and forced them apart. Carl just stared at my pussy.

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

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

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

Carl dropped his pants in a instant and was on the couch between my leg. I tried to speak, but it only came out in an intelligible gum. I watched as he maneuvered himself into place so he could push his hard cock into my pussy. He rammed it into me.

All I could do was let him shoot 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 expression on his cheek as he fucked me showed his passion and lustfulness. I didn't understand it but I loved the intuitive feeling that my body was being used to make a man, or boy in this case, go crazy.

He started fucking me so backbreaking my tits bounced all over. He watched them move as he fucked me. It didn't take him more than a arcminute before he came inside me. He panted and groaned, making all form of weird facial verbal expression as he shot is load into me. Then, panting heavily, he got off me.

Almost immediately after Carl pulled his wet dick out of me, Craig pulled me off the couch and onto the trading floor. I fell onto my cheek. Craig mounted me from behind as I lay there on my stomach. A couple minutes later, he added his incumbrance to his brother's. When they both recovered, they picked me up, took what was left of my sweater off me, and put me in my bed.

Early the future good morning, I was woken up by my Dad climbing on top of me. I was almost fully recovered by then and my Dad's cock made me cum respective times before he did.

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

That summertime, I started to let my pilus grow. My booby filled out a little more and so did my pelvic arch. I started to look more like a girl than a tomboy. Sex with Dad continued as usual, missionary each morning when he came plate from work.

Sex with Carl was a different fib. Carl was completely enamored with my tits. He developed, and still has, a Major tit hoodoo. He played with them every fourth dimension he had a chance. While he was riding me, his hired hand were always on them. It was during this clip that I realized just how reactive my nipple were. They would hardened and protrude at the first touch. Sometimes just the thought of them being touched, kissed, or licked was enough.

When we were out in public, Carl would always try to obstruct me by running his finger's breadth over my teat and making them stick out. They would become seeable even if I was wearing a loggerheaded 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 invariable, but I still had some sentence to add home some male child from school day. Counting the school male child, Dad and my little comrade, I'd say on norm, I was having sex two to three times a day.

By the time I graduated, I had become a undecomposed looking Lester Willis Young lady. My hair's-breadth had grown down to shoulder length. It was thick and dark brown. I wore contact instead of glasses and my tits had grown to a very respectable 32D. I still wasn't eighteen when I graduated and my grades weren't really ripe enough to go to college, so I just stayed home base and kept house for my Dad.

When I did flex XVIII, I moved out of the home and got a job. The first gear one I found was a escritoire job at a small construction place. I had two bosses, Dave and rick and the three of us worked in a drone at the work internet site. It only took a couple of mean solar day before I caught them eyeing me up.

Early afternoon on the first Friday, Dave came up behind me as I sat and typed a varsity letter at my desk. He put his hands on my shoulders and started massaging them. I was unseasoned and inexperient and didn't know what to do, so I just let him remain the massage.

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

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



"Well, I think you are amazing,"he said, leaning down and whispering in my ear. His hands moved down my chest and cupped my pinhead, lifting them slightly in his hired man. He started kissing my neck and rubbing my tits. A chill ran down my body.

I guess he sensed right away that I was not going to object. He lifted my blouse up to over the top of my breasts and then went back to fondling my tits. Pushing his mitt down inside my bra, he felt my naked tit shape. My pap pushed out into his finger's breadth. 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 boldness to face with his rooster. He put his hands behind my head and pulled my face towards it. Believe it or not, I had never really given a blowjob before. I mean I had played with them, kissed them, licked them a trivial, but normally, all the sex I had ever had was a guy sticking his dick in my vagina and pounding away. I knew what he wanted, but I wasn't really sure how to do it, and I wanted to do it right.

Trying my right, I took it in my backtalk and started sucking. Before long, he took control of my head and started moving it back and forth. His shaft basically started using my oral cavity as a slit. But then he started to get a little more repetitive. He pulled my oral sex harder into his crotch, forcing his stopcock further and further into his mouth. He wasn't immense, but he was longer than average. I had never sucked a tool before, let alone a seven-inch one. But I let him control me. A couple deep drive later, he rammed his rigid pecker all the way into my mouth and down my throat.

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

"Oh, God,"he started groaning, looking down in 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 verify everything. Then his tool started to twitch. I could find it start to pump cum. Not sure what to do, I guess I panicked a fiddling. I pulled my head back and his spurting turncock came out of my mouth and sprayed cum all over my face.

I stared at the spurting cock as it shot cum onto my case. My very first seventh cranial nerve. I didn't think it was gross or cruddy at all. I liked it a lot. The hot cum splashing on me was fantastic. The tone on his facial expression was tremendous. I was a little shocked by the precipitousness of it all, but it was great.

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

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

"What's that on your shirt ?"he asked, pointing at the cum spots."Come here,"Rick continued."Let me see."He ran his fingers over the stigma, various of which, coincidently, were on my titty. His fingerbreadth stopped directly on top of my unexpended nipple."This looks like you have been a blue girl,"he said, pushing his finger into my breast. My nipple 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 fountain and pushed the push button. He cupped his hand and filled it with water. I knew what he was about to do, but I didn't check him in meter. The cold water made me gasp as he started pouring it from his hand down onto my chest. He got another handful and did it again. The water supply was freezing and he didn't stop until almost all of the front of my shirt was wet.

The blouse became transparent with the water. My brown circle areola were plainly visible, even with the bra. hayrick stepped back and admired the view."That's not any safe,"he said."William Tell you what, pass 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, give it to me,"he repeated. He acted impatient and reached over and lifted my blouse up. For some reason, I just let him take it off me. Then, without another Son, he reached around me and unsnapped my bra."I'll take this too,"he said, pulling it off of me.

"Wow,"he said, staring at my big firm naked breast."Those are wonderful."I just stood there topless, not knowing what to do. Then he said,"I need a scene of those. Come over here."He led me back to the copy machine."Put them on here,"he said, lifting the cover of the machine and patting the Methedrine top. He took hold of me and guided me over and put my mammilla on the copier. He made several copy, moving me around on the spyglass, before he was happy with the dig."This is complete,"he said."It's going up behind my desk."

He just dropped my bra and blouse onto the floor, and took me into his government agency. He closed the door and pulled me up to him. He kissed me severe on the mouthpiece. His hands wondered down my naked back and then around to my front of my waistline. A minute later, my pants were down around my ankle and I was standing naked in his bureau. Without a word, he turned me around, bent me over his desk, and mounted me from behind.

I let out a small moan when his cock pushed up into me. Grabbing handgrip of my coxa he started to hurtle into me. He reached up and took grasp of my tits as they swung. Squeezing them hard, he made one final knife thrust forward and came deep inside me.

From then on, almost every day, one or both of them would take me into their office and sleep together me in their office. They had me wearing very revealing vesture to work so they could"get a good look"at me. I was banned from wearing bras to function ever. Even when we had clients in the post, they would work sure as shooting that my shirt was as assailable as potential without completely exposing my chest."A little bit of tit is finely,"Dave would narrate me,"but not the entirely thing."

I thought hayrick was kidding about posting the transcript of my knocker 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 serious look at it and most figured out they were mine.

It was during this clip that I learned to really delight men looking at me as a sex object. I loved the fact that I could don something that would make them stare and lust for me. I also learned a lot about giving blowjob. Dave had me blowing him every day. Sometimes after sex, he would have me climb under his desk and spend fourth dimension sucking on his spent pecker, sucking his globe, or both until he was hard enough to fuck again.

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

One of the most important affair 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 return it to them.

I did try my best to extend doing my oeuvre and be a good secretary, but many times I couldn't finish things because I was giving cock sucking or getting fucked. Interesting fact is that when my future hubby call and set up our initiatory date, I was being fucked on Dave's desk.

I answered the phone while I was bent over the desk. I had a hard clock time not moaning while I was talking to him and I had a intemperate time following the conversation. I even had a powerful orgasm while I was talking to him. Even while my future tense hubby and I dated, I still fucked my two boss.

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

Going into different rooms of the house, we started sorting stuff. I went to my old sleeping room and started putting the stuff I wanted to restrain in a agglomerate by the doorway. Carl was in the living way. Craig had gone into Dad's elbow room and was going through the closet.

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

Craig pulled a big picture album out of the box and opened it up. The very first word-painting, an 8X10 vividness glossy, was of our mom. She was completely naked and standing in the gumption at a beach. In the setting there were respective people looking her direction."Wow,"Carl said."Is that mom ?"

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

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

She was beautiful. She was poor and thin with long Robert Brown hair and a beautiful face. Her most striking feature film was her big firm set of boobs.

Craig turned the Thomas Nelson Page. The low 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 positions. My brothers were almost drooling over them.

I was still standing side by side to them and looking from afar. Craig looked up at me."Sit down,"he said, with a demanding tone. He moved over away from Carl and patted the redact 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 future photo showed our mom on her workforce and knees, completely naked except for some red in high spirits cad shoe. She was looking at the television camera and one of her branch was positioned further back, giving the camera an splendid view of her big hanging tits."She's much better looking that you are,"Craig said cruelly to me.

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

"You think ?"Craig responded, with a grin."Let's see."Craig grabbed the seat 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 warm, so I didn't have a good deal choice. I just lifted my 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 regard between the picture and me,"or as big."

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

The next set of pictures progressed quickly from just mom naked into erotica. The following photograph was of her, on a bed, with her leg spread and her fingers on her clit. Her cunt sassing were swollen and red. They were parted loose with a expression as she had just been used. Craig's gaze went from the picture to me. I saw him get a big grin on his face. I knew what was next.

A minute later, I was sitting raw between the two of them."Even her pussy is better than yours,"Craig said viciously. He was doing his estimable to denigrate and mortify 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 words were really hurting my intuitive feeling, but at the same time I was getting aroused by his treatment of me. I didn't understand why him saying average matter about made me so hot, but it did. At the Lapp clip, Carl was still groping my tits were constantly. Unconsciously, I started fingering my own pussy increased the stimulation. Craig turned the page in the exposure album. The future picture made me feel my clit even more.

The next group of pictures had mom on her back, legs spread, foundation up in the air, with Dad pounding into her. What was really interest was that the exposure were obviously taken by another someone, not from a tripod or a stationary location. I'm sure my brothers noticed that too.

"What a effective sportswoman,"Craig said with a smile. He continued turning Thomas Nelson Page. After several more on the two of them fucking missioner. The next set was mom sitting down on him, in what I now know is vacate cowgirl. From the way her tits looked in the photos you could tell apart that she was bouncing up and down on him.

Then in one of the impression, 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 malign grin. He stood, dropped his pant, and then sat back down. His shaft was steady 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 dick would go straight into my pussy. I sat down on him.

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

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

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

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

As soon as Craig left the room, Carl, who was naked by now, climbed on top of me. He pushed me back on the couch and shoved his hard cock up my pussycat. He used my tits as hold as he rode me hard.

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

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

Craig set up the projector as Carl finished with me, dumping his consignment 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. 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 garb and highschool dog. The camera zoomed into her smiling grimace, 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 good,"Craig said.

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

The man wasted no clip. His hands moved up her torso and he pushed the dress straps off her shoulders. He started to pull the attire down, exposing her big beautiful white meat and continued to push it down until it fell to the floor. With her standing there wearing nothing but her panty 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 hard and reek, but I took it in my script and started stroking it."Suck me,"he demanded. I took it in my mouth. I could still watch the flick while I sucked his cock.

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

Man, standing over her, dominating her, unzipped his trousers and dropped his gasp. 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 thick shaft and a fat head. Mom looked really excited about it too.

The man pushed it down from its stiff just position until it pointed straight as her face. The camera zoomed in as she took the heavyweight cock into her rima oris and started sucking. She took more and more of it into her mouth until she had almost the integral thing down her throat.

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

When Craig let me back up, I looked back over at the picture show and saw mom on top of the man. She was riding him. She looked directly into the Lens as the man started sucking her nipple. She sat up and continued to twit him for several minutes before he pushed her off him. She got onto her hands and knees and the man mounted her from buttocks. As he fucked her, he reached around and played with her big swinging pap. 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 prick twitched in my pharynx. When he let me game up, I could tell the man fucking mom was penny-pinching to cumming. He stopped banging her from behind and turned her over. He moved up her body, straddling her torso, and pushed his cock up between her big tits. Mom pushed them together for him. His hammer pushed up between them. She licked and sucked the headway every time he pushed it up between her tits and up to her oral cavity. It didn't take the man very long at all before he started to cum. The man used his hands to pump the cum out of his spurting cock and all over her face. The man got up off the bed and the camera zoomed in on mom's cum covered nerve and then the movie went black.

After a minute of lacuna 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 other one. Couple hour later, the two men changed positions. It wasn't long before they both pulled out of her, pushed her down onto her articulatio genus and beat off on her face. The moving picture ended.

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

For the next two days they kept me locked up in my room. Well, I didn't really try to get away. Whenever they wanted, they came in and fucked me. It wasn't until I had to go back to work on Monday morn that they finally let me go, but not until they both fucked me again.

When I got to make for, both hayrick and Dave had their way with me as well. That eve, after work, was my first date with my future husband. When he climbed on top of me that night, he didn't know that he was going to be the fifth man to take me that day .