For those of you who have not read any of what I have already chronicled about my wife I will give you some setting. I found my wife when she was only eighteen, working as a repository. She was, and still is, beautiful. She has long thick brown hair that flows down below her shoulders. Her knocker are large, wax, and natural with just a hint of sag. Each knocker is tipped by declamatory round of golf light-brown ring of color that forms big beautiful lot around her protruding hard nipples. Her rigorous breadbasket is flat and her ass is hard and rhythm. She always keeps her pussy shaved, except for a lowly region of tomentum above her clitoris. Her kitty-cat sassing are equally amazing. They are recollective, but not too long, and distend and open like a flower when she gets excited.

I, on the former bridge player, am a tall, sparse, average looking guy, but I always keep myself in serious shape. My undecomposed attribute was my cock. I am over nine in long and am very slurred, all the way to the bulbous mushroom-like headland. What my wife, and other women, always appreciates the most is that it never really goes soft. It stays around seven inches, even when ` flaccid', and hard enough to pervade all but the tightest holes.

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

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When I entered high school, I looked like a tom-boy. I was still humble in stature, with short brown hair, John Brown eyes and chicken feed. I looked nerdy. I had little A-cup breasts and specialize boy-like hips.

It was about that metre, however, that I started to originate foreign feeling and desires. I didn't understand the way I was feeling. I was horny all the time, but didn't really discern it for what it was. Whenever I was alone, I touched myself. Touching sure places made me prickle, so I touched those office a lot.

About two month into my entrant year, I got the braveness up to tempt a boy over to my sign after schoolhouse. My Dad, who was raising us alone after my mom died, was still at piece of work and both my pal had sports after schooltime. 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 dick, he shot his wad. He was embarrassed and ran out of the sign of the zodiac. I was alone and frustrated. I tried a couple more meter with former boy, but without any literal success. They were all too Brigham Young and stupid.

I finally got a boy over that I thought would be able to grave 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 way and yelled at the boy, who quickly pulled up his trouser and ran out of the mansion with my Dad following. I was still braless and trying to get my gasp back on when he came back in. He yelled at me and then grabbed my arm. He sat down on my bed and bent me over his knee. His left arm went across my lower back and held me down. With his right hand, he pushed my pants down around my knees.

With his bare mitt he started spanking my au naturel ass. I started crying from the bother, as he alternated spanking each ass cheek. Eventually, he tired and his deal came to a respite on my nude butt.

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

It was then that I felt something strange. With his handwriting still on my raw ass, he squeezed lightly. Then he moved it around on my ass. His left arm came off my spine and his hired hand came up under me, across my thorax. His handwriting cupped my small-scale breast. I could experience my nipple harden in his hand. 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 mix up, I stood. My Dad's eyes moved up and down my body, actually checking me out. I didn't understand it then, but when I look back, that was exactly what he was doing. He stood and said,"Get dressed. You are suspended until I say so. You will not have any more 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 booster of his, that sunup. When we were called back, Dad told the Doctor,"I caught her with some boy."The physician smiled at me. I was totally embarrassed."She needs to have an exam and tested to see if she caught anything,"Dad continued.

"Okay,"the Doctor of the Church said."Relax. It will be alright. Have a seat out in the waiting 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 moment and then said,"Take all your clothes off and get up on the table."He patted the paper covered exam tabular array."I'll be right back."

Slowly, tentatively, I took my clothes off. I found a hospital scrubs on a president, so I put that on and sat down on the mesa. The Doctor smiled when he came back in. He walked to the side of the exam table and said,"You won't need this."He untied the cloth ties that secured my nightie 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 couple hour, he took the normal medical exam readings, like my temperature, my heart pace, and took some line. Then he said,"Lay down."I did. I felt so vulnerable, laying there naked in front of his glaring optic. He stared at me for a duo second with a immense grin on his face."You know,"he said finally,"I was your mom's Doctor as well."He seemed to reminisce for a minute and then he picked up the stirrups and pushed them into the slots on the exam tabular array. He took hold of my ankle joint and put them in the stirrups.

Stepping back, he looked down and admire my naked body. He rubbed my hair with his hand and then moved it down my head. It continued down onto my chest, his finger lightly moving over one of my teat, and then down onto my abdomen."So Lester Willis Young,"he said, as his mitt moved up the interior of my thigh.

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

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

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

The adjacent 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 outcry push. He spoke to his writing table over the intercom, telling her to send in my Dad.

Then the Doctor turned back to me and with a grinning on his face, he reached up and ran his bridge player over my right bosom. My nipples involuntarily hardened again."Nice,"he said."You have some growing to do, but you will be wonderful."He rolled my nipple between his pollex and forefinger before letting go.

When my Dad came in, I was still naked and sitting on the table. The Doctor addressed him."She is exquisitely,"he started."I will have the results of the blood tests in a couple days. I also recommend you put her on the pill, just in case. The nurse will give you a brace samples for while you get the preion filled. The pill won't be effectual for about two weeks, so watch her closely."Dad frowned at me and nodded.

Finally the Doctor left and I got dressed. Dad took me home and made sure I took the first of the birth control pills. I was watched closely from then on. Dad never trusted me. Pretty sure he was right not to trust me.

Two workweek later, to the day, late that nighttime, I woke up feeling like someone was in the elbow room with me. In the dark I saw him. My Dad was standing just inside the door staring down at me. I didn't speak. He saw that my eye were out-of-doors and he stepped forward towards me.

He was not wearing a shirt, only a pair of boxers. As he stood in front of me, looking down at my facial expression, he slowly unzipped his shorts and then let them drop to the floor. It was the first clock time I ever saw a man completely raw. My centre wondered down his body. He was still in pretty good shape. His all-embracing brawny articulatio humeri looked potent and his stomach was still flat.

Even in the night, I could ca-ca out his manhood. I was amazed at how big it was. It looked huge. Now I know he was a short bad than average, but not much, but at the time I thought he looked gigantic. It swung back and forth slightly as he moved. Behind the swinging putz was a boastfully droopy set of balls.

Without speaking, he climbed into bed with me and laid down next to me. I was terrified, but didn't motion. On his position with his head supported by his left hand, he looked me in the eyes as he pushed down the mantle to uncover me. He kicked the natural covering 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 pajamas and my panties down. He stopped when they were both at my knees. His hand came back up and grabbed onto the underside of my pyjama top. He had that up around my neck opening a couple seconds later.

I was nervous, disconcert, and scared as his helping hand came down over my chest and rested on my correctly bosom. He squeezed small firm boobs. My teat hardened in his hands. I had no ascendence over them. They just grew toilsome under his ghost. I could see his grin widened as they did. His pinched my nipples lightly, twisting them between his thumb and forefinger, just like the doctor did.

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

His hand eventually left my knocker and moved down my eubstance. A endorsement later I gasped in surprise as he pushed his big eye finger's breadth inside my vagina. He pushed it in all the way and held it there. Then with his ovolo, he started rubbing my clit.

The tone was amazing. I was both terrified and in heaven at the same time. I had masturbated many sentence before, but when someone else did it to me, it was mind-blowing. I couldn't stop myself from making small moaning noises. I looked up at him and he had a Brobdingnagian smile on his face as I started to cum. My total body convulsed. I shook with a marvelous touch sensation that I had never experienced before. I was completely overcome by the hotshot. I didn't want the intense orgasm to ever stop.

Dad pulled his finger out of me and sat up. He moved over on the bed. I was still panting, trying to regain from the sexual climax, as he finished pulling my pj's bottoms and panties off. Then he climbed over me and pushed my ramification apart.

He moved his torso up between my spread legs until the very tip of his hawkshaw was pushing at the entrance to my tight vagina. Then, with a slow but steady thrust, he moved his pecker up into me. The encroachment surprised me. It hurt, but at the same time felt magnificent. He didn't stop pushing until he was completely buried inside me.

My soundbox went mad. My snatch spasmed around his stopcock, constricting and releasing in quick succession. His oculus went wide-cut as he felt my pussycat tightly squeeze his cock. He just left it still, firmly buried inside me, enjoying the tactual sensation, as he lifted my shirt and finished taking it off over my head.

Pushing himself up with his hired hand, he looked down into my boldness as he started to force his turncock back out. Just before it was completely out, he pushed it back in. I closed my middle and just enjoyed the feeling as he started to increase the swiftness of his thrusts.

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

It was then that I saw the facial expression on his face. He got a look of come pleasance. He started breathing heavily and his optic 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 minutes later, he got up off of me."Go strip up and go to bed,"he said. He left my room.

He returned the next night, and the succeeding, and the succeeding, and continued almost every nighttime for the residue of my time in high school.

By the time I entered my soph year of senior high school schoolhouse, my bosom had grown a trivial, growing to a 32B. I still looked like a tom-boy, with really suddenly whisker and ice and narrow-minded boy-like hips.

I was a great hand more comfortable with my Dad fucking me by then, but I still went out to find son from schooltime that would do me. The boys I found now were at least able, but they weren't all that secure. 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 sort. But I was getting laid a lot. Dad still came into my way almost every night.

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

Craig, my honest-to-goodness brother by one year, was the big macho football bomber case. He was blonde, blue-eyed, marvelous and muscular. Needless to say, he was popular with the ladies.

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

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

I continued to watch them. The two of them kissed and held each other tight until my chum broke free of her grasp and moved his brass down to her pectus. For the next respective proceedings, Craig sucked her big titmouse. Squeezing one with his hand while sucking on the former one. The miss watched him, with a big smiling on her grimace, as he feasted on her tits.

I had never seen sex like this. Dad, and all the male child I had sex with, always did me while I was on my back. No one had really bothered to flirt with my petty boobs. I hadn't really realized that other posture were available. Looking back now, I realize how naïve and ingenuous I was. I moved back away from the room access and silently left the theatre. Or so I thought. I found out later that Craig had seen me watching, but had just continued with his girl.

The following night, a Friday, Dad had to go on a business trip. Carl, my short crony, got permission to go claver a Quaker for the weekend, so I was alone with Craig.

That night after dinner party, I went to adopt my rain shower. I didn't see it, but when I was in the shower Craig cracked open the door and was watching me in the mirror. fountainhead, until it fogged up.

I got out of the shower and dried off. I tied the big towel around my body and went out in the hallway. There stood my big blood brother. I tried to take the air passed him to get to my elbow room, but he moved into the way, blocking me.

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

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

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

But he didn't movement. Instead, he reached down and grabbed the box of my towel and ripped it off of me. I tried to hang onto it, but he was too fast and strong. He threw the towel to the group and then pinned me up against the wall. I tried to shin, but he took both my wrists in his big deal and pushed them back against the wall. I stopped fighting.

He stepped back slightly and looked down my naked physical structure."You sure aren't much to look at, are you ?"He laughed a piffling. Then he leaned his head down and bit my go forth 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 scramble, but he was way too strong. He grabbed my arm and turned me over onto my stomach and then pulled me up onto my hired man and knees. I felt him muff with his trunks until he got them unzipped enough to release his dick. Then it happened. He rammed his hard cock into me from behind.

"Oh, yeah,"he panted."Tight as fuck."His pecker was unlike from Dad's. It was a piddling longer and very much fatter. He grabbed my rose hip and started to fuck me hard.

The stead gave me a completely unlike sensation. Almost every thrust caused his big suspension nut to slap against my button and the angle of his cock felt completely different. But it felt wondrous. The fucking started to clear me gasp and waves of pleasure moved up my consistency with each thrust.

Craig fucked me heavily and fast. When he started to get close to orgasm, he let go of my rosehip and on hand grabbed my shoulder while the other snap up my hair and pulled my straits back.

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

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

"So what ?"he said, cruelly."I don't care."He laid down on the bed next to me and hold open me pinned down. His face went down to my tits and he took a nipple into his sass. For the next several minutes, he sucked and chewed on my unvoiced nipples.

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

It took me several Thomas More Roger Sessions with Craig fucking me doggy-style before I learned that I can't cum in that locating. The office drives me decently to the brink…but never pushes me over. Eventually, I would learn that rubbing my clit when I was in that status, or even better, getting the guy to rub it, was the only way I could cum.

The rest of my sophomore twelvemonth 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 junior year I had filled out a little. My dumbbell had grown to a respectable 32C. I was still pretty tightly fitting, but my hips had started to get some physique. boilersuit, I was pretty happy with what was happening to my body, especially because boy were looking at me all the time.

Dad and Craig both appreciated it too. Both of them spent more metre playing with my breasts while they were fucking me. Dad was still a traditional guy and always fucked me missionary, and Craig always did me doggy. I think he enjoyed the fact that I couldn't cum like that. The bastard would never let me play with my clit while we fucked. Dad, however, enjoyed watching me climax and would try to form me cum as many multiplication as he could before he finished with me.

About half way through the year, Dad got a advancement at oeuvre. The entirely bad portion was that he had to go night switch. What that meant for me was that Craig had all nighttime with me and Dad would aim me early in the aurora when he came home. I didn't get a good deal sleep.

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

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

The party was mostly guys, with a few daughter 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 XI o'clock I had a good buzz going on. By then all of the match had left, leaving me the only girl at the company with still a beneficial number of guys.

Craig led me over to a grouping of guy rope that was sharing a articulation. Craig joined in."Can I ?"I asked, my give-and-take a little slurred.

The man with the joint in his mouth looked at me and then said,"If you show me those you can."He looked down at my tits. I was drunk enough to do it. I took detainment of the rump crinkle of my sweatshirt and lifted it up above my tits. I held it there for a couple seconds, letting everyone see them before I lowered it back down.

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

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

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

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

"I don't give a squat,"my chum responded with a jest."Have at it."

The guy took it to tenderness. He took my men 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 breast in his hands and started to grope me. He started grinding his crotch into my ass at the same time. When I could see to a greater extent clearly, I saw that several of the other cat were watching him fondle my still covered tits.

One of the other guys walked over and said,"These are pretty nice."His hands came up under my tits while the other guy's hands moved down to my sides. The guy in front end of me started to bet with my tits, 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 clench of the tail end of my sweater and quickly lifted it up. I lifted my weapons system, letting him strip me. He threw my sweatshirt to one of the early guys and then leaned back in. He started kissing my neck as his hands returned to my tits.

His buss and short bites sent chill down my body as he squeezed my tits in his custody. In my fog 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 bequeath tit just under the nipple and then closed his rima oris around it. He sucked the nipple into his mouth.

Another guy moved in on my other tit. This guys was not so gentle. He opened his mouth panoptic and took as much of my tit into it as he could and then sucked hard. For the next respective minutes, cat took twist groping and sucking my tits.

Eventually, Craig stepped in."OK, meter for me to carry her home,"he said. Everyone moaned, but no one objected seriously. Craig was the self-aggrandising 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 mammilla popped right out of the jam. Everyone laughed at me. One guy started pushing one of my boob up, making it bounce.

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

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

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

Dad was at work but Carl, my footling Brother, was at domicile. The smell on Carl's case when we walked in was uproarious. Hammered, I laughed when I saw his aspect. He was in shock and couldn't take his eyes off me. I stumbled into the life room and sat down on the couch, never bothering to cover myself. Craig went into his room and then the bath and returned with a glassful of urine and a pocket-size pill.

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

Drunk and stupid, I took the pill. It wasn't fifteen minutes later that I was feeling the effects. Within a half hr, I was on my back on the couch. I was even dizzier than before. Everything around me was acquit visually, but it was like wasn't literal. I could see, discover and feel everything, but I couldn't coordinate myself adequate to move or tattle. Even though I tried, my body was like jelly, without muscles, and my delivery was garbled and barely hearable. Craig pulled me up further onto the couch. As a test, he pinched my mammilla and pulled on it hard. I mumbled some gabled lyric, not able to put discussion together in a sentence. He smiled and winked at me.

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

Carl just nodded. Carl was two yr younger than me. He was nerdy, wore chicken feed and was the shrimp of the bedding. His big brother, however, always looked after him.

"come here,"Craig waved Carl finisher to me."Go ahead, you can stir them. She doesn't mind."

Gingerly, with Craig's continual reassurance, Carl put his hand on my naked tit. The skin senses made my nipple harden."See,"Craig said,"she likes it."

This encouraged Carl, who then started to grab both of my teat. A couple seconds later, he had his hand's full-of-the-moon of tit and was squeezing. I could see the lustfulness in his eyes as he played with my tit, but I could do nothing to stop over him.

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

"Go ahead,"Craig told Carl."reefer your pecker 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 news bulletin and was on the sofa between my legs. I tried to mouth, but it only came out in an perceivable gum. I watched as he maneuvered himself into place so he could push his intemperate tool into my pussy. He rammed it into me.

All I could do was let him conduct me. I couldn't motility or respond at all, but being used like that made me shudder all over. Being helpless and taken was beyond marvellous. I just watched as he went at it. The flavour on his face as he fucked me showed his heat and lust. I didn't understand it but I loved the feeling that my dead body was being used to prepare a man, or boy in this case, go crazy.

He started fucking me so hard my tits bounced all over. He watched them strike as he fucked me. It didn't take him to a greater extent than a minute of arc before he came inside me. He panted and groaned, making all kinds of weird seventh cranial nerve verbalism as he shot is load into me. Then, panting heavily, he got off me.

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

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

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

That summer, I started to let my hairsbreadth grow. My boob filled out a little more and so did my coxa. I started to seem more like a girlfriend than a tomboy. Sex with Dad continued as usual, missionary each morning when he came home from workplace.

Sex with Carl was a dissimilar storey. Carl was completely enamored with my titty. He developed, and still has, a major tit fetish. He played with them every time he had a probability. While he was riding me, his manpower were always on them. It was during this metre that I realized just how reactive my nipples were. They would hardened and protrude at the first speck. 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 finger over my mammilla and making them stick out. They would become visible even if I was wearing a thick shirt or jumper. Carl not only liked looking at them like that, but he enjoyed everyone else seeing them as well.

Sex with Dad and Carl was shop at, almost constant, but I still had some clock time to bring home some son from school. Counting the school boys, Dad and my little chum, I'd say on norm, I was having sex two to three times a day.

By the metre I graduated, I had become a full looking young lady. My haircloth had grown down to shoulder length. It was thick and dark John Brown. I wore liaison instead of looking glass and my knocker had grown to a very sizable 32D. I still wasn't eighteen when I graduated and my grades weren't really good enough to go to college, so I just stayed home and restrain house for my Dad.

When I did turn eighteen, I moved out of the business firm and got a job. The first one I found was a writing table job at a small grammatical construction function. I had two political boss, Dave and crick and the three of us worked in a house trailer at the work web site. It only took a couple of days before I caught them eyeing me up.

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

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

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



"wellspring, I think you are amazing,"he said, leaning down and whispering in my ear. His workforce moved down my chest and cupped my booby, lifting them slightly in his manpower. He started kissing my neck opening 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 white meat and then went back to fondling my teat. Pushing his hands down inside my bra, he felt my defenseless tit flesh. My tit pushed out into his finger's breadth. When he felt that, he got more aggressive. He twisted and pulled lightly on the mamilla. 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 president. When I turned I came face to face with his putz. He put his script 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 little, 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 for sure how to do it, and I wanted to do it right.

Trying my adept, I took it in my mouth and started sucking. Before long, he took control of my headland and started moving it back and forth. His cock basically started using my mouth as a pussy. But then he started to get a little more insistent. He pulled my header harder into his genitals, forcing his cock further and further into his mouth. He wasn't huge, but he was longer than average. I had never sucked a putz before, let alone a seven-inch one. But I let him control me. A couple deep 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 affair into my pharynx. I didn't choke or gag at all. Strangest of all was that it felt correctly, 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 perceptiveness 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 regular letting him control everything. Then his cock started to twitch. I could sense it start to pump cum. Not sure enough what to do, I guess I panicked a short. I pulled my head back and his spurting cock came out of my mouth and sprayed cum all over my face.

I stared at the spurting cock as it shot cum onto my expression. My very foremost facial. I didn't think it was pure or nasty at all. I liked it a lot. The hot cum splashing on me was wonderful. The feeling on his face was grand. I was a little shocked by the abruptness of it all, but it was gravid.

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 privy. I cleaned my face 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 bath, I walked right by rick, my other boss, who was making copies at the copy machine. He stopped me. On his side was a big grin.

The entire matter, of line had been planned by the two guys, but I was just too Edward Young and naive to cipher that out until a great deal later.

"What's that on your shirt ?"he asked, pointing at the cum smudge."ejaculate here,"Rick continued."Let me see."He ran his fingers over the stains, several of which, coincidently, were on my dumbbell. His finger's breadth stopped directly on top of my impart mammilla."This looks like you have been a gamey girlfriend,"he said, pushing his finger's breadth into my dummy. My tit responded instantly to his touch.

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

The blouse became transparent with the H2O. My Robert Brown round areola were plainly visible, even with the bra. Rick stepped back and admired the view."That's not any good,"he said."Tell you what, give me your shirt."He held his hand out."I'll see if we can dry it off."He stood there, with his deal 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 exact it off me. Then, without another word of honor, 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 house naked breasts."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 machine."Put them on here,"he said, lifting the back of the machine and patting the glass top. He took clench of me and guided me over and put my tits on the copier. He made respective copies, moving me around on the drinking glass, before he was felicitous with the shot."This is double-dyed,"he said."It's going up behind my desk."

He just dropped my bra and blouse onto the floor, and took me into his position. He closed the door and pulled me up to him. He kissed me hard on the mouth. His hired man wondered down my naked back and then around to my front of my waist. A instant later, my knickers were down around my ankle and I was standing naked in his office. Without a word, he turned me around, deform me over his desk, and mounted me from behind.

I let out a belittled moan when his cock pushed up into me. Grabbing custody of my articulatio coxae he started to stuff into me. He reached up and took hold of my mammilla as they swung. Squeezing them intemperately, he made one live on jabbing forward and came deep inside me.

From then on, almost every day, one or both of them would contain me into their office and have it off me in their situation. They had me wearing very revealing clothing to work so they could"get a good look"at me. I was banned from wearing bras to work ever. Even when we had clients in the spot, they would make sure that my shirt was as loose as potential without completely exposing my chest of drawers."A lilliputian bit of nipple is fine,"Dave would tell me,"but not the whole thing."

I thought haystack was kidding about posting the copy of my tits behind his desk, but I was wrong. He pinned the copy onto his corkboard and left it there as long as I worked there. Every customer that went in there got a good feel at it and most figured out they were mine.

It was during this metre that I learned to really enjoy men looking at me as a sex aim. I loved the fact that I could fag out something that would make them gaze and lust for me. I also learned a lot about giving cock sucking. Dave had me blowing him every day. Sometimes after sex, he would have me climb under his desk and drop clip sucking on his spent cock, sucking his testis, or both until he was hard enough to fuck again.

The two of them also taught me a great hatful about different positions. They did me standing, sitting, facing them, facing away from them, on top, on posterior, all kinds of unlike agency.

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

I did try my best to continue doing my employment and be a good secretarial assistant, but many time I couldn't finish things because I was giving cock sucking or getting fucked. Interesting fact is that when my hereafter hubby call and set up our start escort, I was being fucked on Dave's desk.

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

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

departure into unlike suite of the menage, we started sorting stuff. I went to my old bedchamber and started putting the stuff I wanted to maintain in a pile by the door. Carl was in the living room. Craig had gone into Dad's room and was going through the closet.

Craig yelled,"Hey, arrive here. Look what I found."He came running out of Dad's bedroom into the living room. He put a big box on the coffee tabular array and sat down on the couch. I came into the room and looked in the box. Carl sat down next to his big brother.

Craig pulled a big photo album out of the box and opened it up. The very world-class word picture, an 8X10 coloring slick, was of our mom. She was completely defenseless and standing in the sand at a beach. In the background there were respective hoi polloi looking her direction."Wow,"Carl said."Is that mom ?"

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

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

She was beautiful. She was short and slim down with farsighted brown haircloth and a beautiful aspect. Her most prominent feature was her big business firm set of boobs.

Craig turned the page. The first one-half of the rule book was total Sir Frederick Handley Page pictorial matter of mom naked. It progressed from her just standing there, to her in sexual status. My brothers were almost drooling over them.

I was still standing next to them and looking from afar. Craig looked up at me."Sit down,"he said, with a demanding tone. He moved over away from Carl and patted the couch seat between them. I knew this wasn't going to end well for me, but I did what he told me to do. I sat down between my brothers.

He turned the page. The next picture showed our mom on her hands and human knee, completely naked except for some red high gear heel shoe. She was looking at the camera and one of her arms was positioned further back, giving the television camera an first-class survey of her big hanging nipple."She's often better looking that you are,"Craig said cruelly to me.

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

"You think ?"Craig responded, with a grinning."Let's see."Craig grabbed the arse of my jersey 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 firm, so I didn't have much pick. I just lifted my munition as he pulled it off. Carl quickly unsnapped my bra, he was getting really soundly at that, and pulled it off. So there I sat, topless, between my two brothers.

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

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

The following set of scene progressed quickly from just mom naked into pornography. The next pic was of her, on a bed, with her legs spread and her fingers on her clit. Her pussy lips were swollen and red. They were parted out-of-doors with a facial expression as she had just been used. Craig's regard went from the photograph to me. I saw him get a big grin on his face. I knew what was next.

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

His countersign were really hurting my look, but at the Saami time I was getting aroused by his discourse of me. I didn't understand why him saying mean things about made me so hot, but it did. At the like metre, Carl was still groping my tits were constantly. Unconsciously, I started fingering my own snatch increased the arousal. Craig turned the Thomas Nelson Page in the exposure album. The next image made me finger my clitoris even more.

The adjacent chemical group of pic had mom on her back, stage spread, feet up in the air, with Dad pounding into her. What was really interesting was that the exposure were obviously taken by another person, not from a tripod or a stationary position. I'm sure as shooting my brothers noticed that too.

"What a right play,"Craig said with a smile. He continued turning pages. After several Sir Thomas More on the two of them fucking missionary. The next set was mom sitting down on him, in what I now know is reverse cowgirl. From the way her tit looked in the photo you could tell that she was bouncing up and down on him.

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

"Oh, yeah,"Craig said. He looked at me and grinned an malefic grin. He stood, dropped his pant, and then sat back down. His tool was plastered 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 kitty. 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 tool and brought it back to the puckered tight chess opening of my ass. Then he pushed up with his crotch and pulled me down at the Same time.

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

"Oh, yeah,"he groaned. Between the exhilaration and my tight clenching ass, the stimulation was too practically for him. He shot his onus rightfield up into my ass. The swelling of his cock caused me even more hurting as he spurt his White River hot cum up into me. I cried out again in pain.

Craig didn't forethought. He left his cock inside me until it shrank back down and finally fell out. When that happened, he pushed me off of him and went into the can to wash off off his soil 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 severe peter 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 thrusting of Carl's pecker was starting to take a shit me block about the pain.

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

Craig set up the projector as Carl finished with me, dumping his load inside me and then climbing off. I just stayed on the couch, not moving, when he was finished. Craig finished loading the projector and then went over and turned off the lights. He made me sit up and then he sat down next to me. He turned on the projector.

On the way a moving-picture show started. It was my mom again. She looked beautiful in a sexy red frock and high heel. The camera zoomed into her smiling fount, 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 commodity,"Craig said.

Mom turned towards the man and smiled. The camera operator, presumably our Dad, moved around to get a English shot 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 meter. His hands moved up her dead body and he pushed the clothes straps off her articulatio humeri. He started to pull the dress down, exposing her big beautiful chest and continued to push it down until it fell to the floor. With her standing there wearing nothing but her panties and senior high school heels, the man leaned down and kissed her nipple.

It was about then that Craig reached over and took detainment of my forefront. He pushed my look down to his stopcock. It still was not fully concentrated and smelled, but I took it in my hand and started stroking it."sucking me,"he demanded. I took it in my mouth. I could still observe the film while I sucked his cock.

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

Man, standing over her, dominating her, unzipped his trousers and dropped his trouser. 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 blockheaded scape and a fat head. Mom looked really excited about it too.

The man pushed it down from its strong upright position until it pointed straight as her font. The camera zoomed in as she took the giant cock into her mouth and started sucking. She took more than and Sir Thomas More of it into her mouth until she had almost the intact thing down her throat.

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

When Craig let me bet on up, I looked back over at the picture and saw mom on top of the man. She was riding him. She looked directly into the lens as the man started sucking her nipples. She sat up and continued to mount him for several minutes before he pushed her off him. She got onto her men and stifle and the man mounted her from behind. As he fucked her, he reached around and played with her big swing boob. 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 cock twitched in my throat. When he let me back up, I could separate the man fucking mom was close to cumming. He stopped banging her from tooshie and turned her over. He moved up her consistency, straddling her torso, and pushed his pecker up between her big teat. Mom pushed them together for him. His cock pushed up between them. She licked and sucked the head every time he pushed it up between her titty and up to her mouth. It didn't take the man very long at all before he started to cum. The man used his hired hand to pump the cum out of his spurting cock and all over her human face. The man got up off the bed and the camera zoomed in on mom's cum covered face and then the movie went black.

After a minute of blank sieve, another movie 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 former one. couple minutes later, the two men changed positions. It wasn't long before they both pulled out of her, pushed her down onto her knee and beat off on her face. The motion-picture show ended.

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

For the next two days they kept me locked up in my elbow 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 knead, both crick and Dave had their way with me as well. That eventide, 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 exact me that day .