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Misti’s Adventures Part 4Sharon asked her, “Was that the end of it? What happened to Jimmy? Did he ever get you.?” Mary laughed. “Not even close. Jimmy started growing. In more ways than one. He grew almost as tall as me, and filled out a bit, but the main thing was his dick started growing, too. He was almost as big as his Dad. His Mom had taught him well, too. He, it turned out, had a special talent for eating a girl’s pussy just right. It got where, since his Mom and Dad knew what was going on, I would go over there, and he would ALWAYS be naked, and waiting on the stairs for me. We would go into his room, he was always careful to lock the door, and he would strip my clothes off, and eat me until I couldn’t stand it, any more. Then he would start fucking me. I never realized a boy could hold his cum that long. He NEVER came any quicker than 30 minutes. He would make me beg him to cum in my pussy. Then, when he did, it seemed that he was giving to me by the gallon. It seemed that he could cum more than anybody I had ever seen, and I had some comparisons, too. I was getting fucked three or four times a week at school. I had got a reputation, and had got some birth control pills, so the boys didn’t have to worry about me getting knocked up. “Aunt” Mildred had taught me some exercises to keep my pussy good and tight, so that wasn’t a worry, either. Between “Uncle” Charley, Jimmy, and the boys at school, I was getting laid every day or two. Sometimes 2-3 times a day.”Misti asked her then, Did you ever see your Mom and Dad fucking?” Mary looked at her, laughing, again. “That is the funniest part. I was in the basement, looking for some stuff Mom had put down there in a trunk for me. There were four trunks, so I started going through them, looking for my things, when I found a box that was taped shut. I opened it, and it was some picture albums. I started looking through it, and it was Polaroids and snapshots of Mom, Dad, “Uncle” Charley, and “Aunt” Mildred, all fucking together. There were all kinds of pictures in there of Dad fucking, or eating “Aunt” Mildred, or her doing Dad, and just as many of “Uncle” Charley and Mom doing the same things. I looked at the dates on the pictures, and they were from when I was 2 or 3, up to around my 18th birthday. They had been coming over while we were at school, or out running around, and fucking all the time. A few days later, I came home from school early. I went in the dining room to put my books down, and heard something. I looked in the living room and they were all in there fucking. I stood there and watched for a long time. Finally Dad looked up and saw me watching them. He just grinned at me. There wasn’t much he COULD say. Mom looked up and she saw me, too. I just asked “Uncle” Charley if Mom’s pussy was as tight as mine. He just smiled, and told me we were just about the same. After that, nobody tried to hide anything. Mom even let Dad fuck me, sometimes.”Misti shook her head. “Your family was almost as wild as mine. Sharon. How about you and Dave? Did you have anything going on?” Sharon smiled at her. kaçak iddaa “We had some fun times, too. Dave can tell you some, so we don’t leave anything out.”Dad was a horse breeder. Him and Carol’s Dad were partners. Dad bred and sold horses and mules. Carol’s dad raised and sold cattle. They had been friends all their lives. When they first got started, they bought some land from an old man who wanted to retire. He was almost 80 years old, and had just lost his wife. He was going to live with his grandson. He had almost a thousand acres of land, and 10 or 15 horses, and 3 or 4 hundred head of cattle. They bought it all and started working it. Carol and Dave weren’t born until the next year. Our older sister was only 1 year old, and Carol’s brother was almost 2. I came along about a year and a half later, and our other sister was born 2 years after that. Carol’s sister was 3 months younger than me, and her other brother, was 4 years younger than me. We have all known each other all our lives. Dad was a big, strong man. Bright red hair, and kind of tall. He is 6′ 2 inches. Our Mom is about the same height as me, 5′ 10 inches. She is slender, but has a very nice shape to her. She has long, strawberry blond hair, that when she is at home, she wears in pigtails. When she goes out, she either lets it hang lose, or in a ponytail. Dad has a funny sense of humor. It is what used to be ribald, He doesn’t care if anybody likes it or not he can make anything sound off color. He especially likes to tease Mom. She likes to go naked while she does her work around the house. She’s not a show-off, she just doesn’t care if anybody sees her or not. She just feels comfortable naked. Daddy teases her about it, but, he likes it just as much as she does. They are a little older than the Hinkles, but Daddy says Mom is just as beautiful, now, as the first time he saw her. He also says that when they fuck, she wiggles like a worm on a hot rock, and cums more than anybody could ever guess. She just smiles when he says that, and tells him she is the best she has ever had. Mr. and Mrs. Breen, Carol’s parents come over all the time, and have gotten used to seeing her naked. Mrs. Breen even started doing her housework naked, but, she said it just didn’t feel right, to her, so she started doing it in her bra and panties. Us k**s have grown up seeing them like that, so we’re used to it, and are almost as comfortable naked as sh is. We have a great big pond, actually, a watershed lake. Dad and Mr Breen planted grass and trees around it, and built some picnic tables down there, and, in the summer, we all go down there skinny-dipping.”Carol was smiling at that last thought. She told them, “That is where I lost my cherry. Dave and I were down there cutting the grass, and he decided he wanted some of my pussy. I didn’t argue with him. I just laid down in the grass and opened my legs. He fucked me 3 times. That was about the same time he picked YOUR cherry, too, wasn’t it, Sharon? “YEP! It was about a month later,” Sharon replied. “I almost had to beg him to do me, though. I canlı casino siteleri had been trying to make him fuck me for about six months. I did everything I could think of, but, nothing seemed to work. I finally said, The Heck With It,” and waited until he got in the bathtub, and I went in and sucked his dick until it got hard. I was already naked, and climbed on and rode him ’till he came inside of me. Then I dried off, and went in his bedroom to wait for him. When he came in, I laid down on his bed, naked, and waited for him to fuck me, again. I didn’t let him stop until he had cum in me four times. After that he fucked me every day for about a month.” Carol got a funny look on her face. “Yeah. That was about the time your Dad lost the colt, she said. Their Dad had a mule foal, and it was running in the pasture just out from our houses. Dad loved that colt more than any of us could believe. He used to call his foals, his k**s. This one was really beautiful, though, and Dad liked to stand at the fence and watch him play. Dad used to give him treats, too. One day he didn’t come to the fence when Dad called him, so Dad saddled up one of the other horses and went to find him. Dad found him over by the far fence line. He had stepped in a hole, an broke his leg. The only thing Dad could do was to shoot him so he wouldn’t suffer. Dad did what he had to do, and went back to the barn. He has an office, where he keeps his breeding records, and his other paperwork. He has a folder for each of the horses and mules. He took Popper’s folder out, and wrote “DECEASED.” on the front of it, put it in the other drawer, and laid down on his couch and cried like a baby. It broke his heart for that to happen. The other boys d**g Popper’s body down the way and buried it. Carol and I followed him up to the barn.The door of his office has a small window in it, so Carol looked in, and told me to wait outside. She was going to help Daddy. She has called hi that since she could talk. Her father is “DAD. My father is Daddy. Any how, I went outside, and she went in the office. He was on the couch, still crying, and she got down on the floor, beside him, and put her arm around him, with her head on his stomach. She was talking low to him, and rubbing his chest and stomach, trying to quiet him down, and make him feel better. In the summer, she wore short cut-off blue jeans, and halter tops, or T-shirts without a bra. This day she had on a halter. The string around her neck had come untied, and dropped down. She was sitting there topless, and she had, even then, the prettiest boobs you ever saw. Dad’s shirt was open, so her tits were rubbing Dad’s bare belly. He raised his head, saw her, and raised the rest of the way up. When she started up, her pants had shifted down, and they slipped all the way to the floor. She was standing there naked in front of him.You would think that that wouldn’t be anything that mattered, but it jolted him. He got a hard-on on the spot, and, when Carol saw it, she just went ahead and climbed aboard. She rode him ’till he shot casino şirketleri his wad, then climbed off and sucked him clean.” Carol finished telling this part. “He liked it so much that he let me pull his pants off, and he fucked me two more times. After that he told me that I was as good as my Mom, or Mommy. I didn’t know it right then, but him and Dad, Mom and Mommy, used to switch partners all the time. When they would go to the office at night, they would swap wives. That’s one of the reasons Mom felt so comfortable being naked in front of Dad. He was fucking her all the time.”Sharon picked up at this point. “I was in my Junior year of High School, I decided to try out for the Cheer Leading Squad. I went and tried out, and made the team. A girl named Heather was the Head Cheer Leader. She told me that the following Friday night was to be my initiation. I asked her what it would be, but all she would say was “You’ll find out. They told me that it was to be at the old campground, at 7:00 in the evening. I got there, and they gave me my uniform and pom-poms, and asked if I was ready for my test. I told them I was ready, so they told me to change into my new uniform. That’s when I saw the Football Team standing under the trees. I asked if they were going to turn their backs while I changed, and Heather told me that was going to be my initiation. I was going to have to pull a train with the football team. 30 boys.” Misti asked her, “What is pulling a train?” Sharon told her that pulling a train means they all take turns fucking you until all of them have had enough. As soon as one of them cums in me, the next one starts fucking me, and the one that just finished, goes to the back of the line to fuck me, again, if he wants. It could easily mean all 30 of them could end up fucking me 4,5, or even 6 times each. Then if anybody else shows up, they would be invited to fuck me all they wanted, too.” Sharon smiled then, adding, “But word got back to the teachers, and all 6 of the girls were expelled, and had to go to school for one more year.” “I finished my school, graduated, and went to college, got my degree in Accounting and got married. I thought I had it made. The guy I married was a big shot in an accounting firm, and had dreams of going all the way to the top. He started using my pussy to get ahead. 3 or 4 nights a week, he was bringing home clients, or bosses. Wining and dining them for promotions, but, if that wasn’t enough, he would offer them a shot of my ass. He got hold of some of the stuff they call the “Date **** d**g,” and slip me a “Mickey.” When I was out of it, he would take my clothes, and they would take turns fucking me, and he would take pictures and movies of them fucking me. This lasted about a year, until I saw some of the pictures he had taken. I took the pictures, and the results of blood and urine tests to a lawyer. I sued him for a divorce, and he was prosecuted, and sentenced to 7 years in the State Pen. That was 4 months, ago. Now I’m trying to pick up where I left off. I took my CPA test last month. I passed, and am now certified, so now I have to find a job.” Mrs. Hinkle looked at her, and told her, “NO, You don’t. I would be glad to hire you to work for me. Would you consider a position at $50,000 a year a good starting wage. If you do, you can start next week.
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