A tarradiddle of Teen love life and more… ! By Phyllis and Roger

Boyfriend, King James I, and I both grew up in hard-and-fast surroundings, me more than him. Me. Phyllis, a pert, perky, sweet, pretty female had to be carefully watched as I was perceived by parents as bait in the eyes of other men and so I was raised and protected. James, not so very much, being a guy but his nursing home life was also on the strict slope. Very short fondling and cuddling in his home or mine.

We started dating and caught up on our deprived past with slews of cuddling and kissing and cuddling. The first time he put his hand up my dress and my thrilled and surprise reaction…my body came animated to his touching. I'd played around when I had the chance away from the parental glare but this was the first meter someone I really cared about had his paw on my cunt. It was very different as his hands and fingers were both loving and lustful. All the hands, digit and pecker and tongues up to my time with James were lascivious but fleeting.

My parents, as I said, were strict but I used to sneak out on our balcony at dark to read the source of the strait coming from their bedchamber It was the first time I had seen a man's penis…and this one, my Dad's, was marvelous…thick, tenacious and stiffly erect. I could barely trust what I was seeing and terribly afraid I would be caught. What would they do to me if they knew I was watching ?

Mom's pass, moving up and down ; Dad's fingerbreadth in her haircloth and along her nerve and lifting to her movements ; the guttural sounds he made and then the white fluid oozing from Mom's lips as she sat up and smiled…I mean value I was barely a teen and this was my launching to the joy of sex. I couldn't wait to experiment with myself when Mom and Dad were asleep or gone to the store.

gum olibanum it was that before my classmates learned anything in school about such things…and when we did it was spare…I got lessons in human shape and gender and intercourse through nocturnal sightings of Mom and Dad…I learned about balls…Dad would say Mom :"stroke my balls"and she would stroke them…Mom would tell Dad to buss her breasts…she had nicely shaped breasts and when he would kiss them Mom looked up at the ceiling with her heart closed…and when Mom would tell Dad :"Fuck me"he thrust his dick in her twat and made her cry out…which was what had attracted me to their room in the first office. Monkey see, monkey do…but I didn't have the tools to work with…only my hands and my resourcefulness and my shape at the time was limited, too.

Mom had squeamish full-of-the-moon breast that Dad would hold and work out. Mine were just budding but when I felt them it was great. Mom had hair between her pegleg and I only had tiny hairlets…I cerebration of stunner fuzz…but it sure felt serious to touch myself between my legs. I soon found I was getting wet just feeling myself and that I had the delightful stiffening nub which, when I kept at it, would hit my wooden leg shake and I had to cut across my lip to observe quiet. My nighttime were exciting…both my frame lessons at the windowpane of my parents'room and when I would then lie down and dream of penises and full breasts and hair between my legs. I was unquiet to find a penis I could suck.

It happened one day completely by accident when I spent region of the summer at the home of grandparents. Grandma was gone for the day and grandad was out in the pasture way out of pile when I found the get-go available penis. It was a goat's penis and he had just finished with the female laughingstock. Out in the open was his starchy penis, wet with juices and pulsating. Me, Phyllis, the queer student, leapt at the prospect to touch on and suck a real penis even though it was a laughingstock's ! I went to the corral and offered it some hay…it trotted over and took the hay, munching away, his penis still out and dripping. I reached down and took hold…one paw with hay and the early around that penis. It was wet and hot and the Capricorn the Goat lifted one leg, chewing away…I stroked that penis just like Mom had done to Dad…the laughingstock's member grew some and he kept his leg up.

I was just in my little theatre dress but had to get closer and on my knees so I took off the clothes and put it on the gate and now the goat and I were both raw. I took a bass breath, kneeled down, put that penis in my mouthpiece and started licking and sucking. The goat stopped chewing and pulsed in my back talk making little sounds. I guessed I was doing a good job. It tasted funny but it was my offset chance to take in a penis and I kept at it.

Then…oh my God…a voice. It was grandpa. He had come around the side of the b very quietly and I was so aim on my task I hadn't noticed. How longsighted he had watched I didn't know but he said :"If you like that one, try this one."I looked up, face completely red, my backtalk still loose as I released the goat's penis and there was grandpa, his bloomers unzipped and his penis in his paw. My low man's penis ! rightfield there in front of me ! He walked over to me as I stood up."Get back on your knees,"he said and I did."Suck on this,"as he held the cover of my head and pulled me to him. The tip of his penis was wet."Lick it off,"he said and I did. It tasted a petty salty but it was slippery and nice. It wasn't Mom and Dad but granddaughter and grandpa…almost like the real affair I had seen.

I had a real man's penis at cobbler's last to go on and since I was a student of Mom and Dad I reached and felt his Lucille Ball, took his member in my early hand and started to copy what Mom had showed me. I rolled my tongue around the knob and stroked his orchis. Now Grandpa began petting my tomentum and let me have free rein. I could feel his knee joint go wobbly. I pulled away and looked up and his eye were closed, a big smile on his mouth. It was so quiet in the grand and a gentle breeze was cooling me. I resumed my anointment of my low man's penis which soon throbbed and filled my mouth. Grandpa held my head down on him, I swallowed, and his wet was running down the sides of my mouth there was so much. He lifted me up and kissed me ; holding my naked organic structure against him and I felt his plastered penis between my ramification. I shuddered with pleasure as my niggling slit sassing rested on his throbbing cock and for the first of all time empathise why Mom did what she did."You're real number good at that,"Grandpa said. I guess I had graduated in my anatomy class. It was very hole-and-corner and I would have other arcanum that, little by little, I would tell James I as my stories aroused him. They aroused me too as I would relive the thrill of my first member. I could still feel my Pres Young girl snatch mouth rubbing along Grandpa's wet rooster. It made me shiver to think of it even now.

It was one of a turn of closed book that I would roll up as I was growing up even if it was a strict upbringing. The thing that is special about mystery is that some are so delightful or preclude that they just seem to get along out and be told to others. I told my girl at school about Grandpa and she was thrilled to hear…the more I told the more intent was her pursuit and then I told others of my school booster and had fun with them.

But how would I tell James as we began dating and loving and feeling, if I ever did ? It wasn't my fault at all but one dark we were kissing and feeling and his phallus was out of his pants for a nice petting and sucking. He said :"Gosh, Phyllis ! Where did you learn to do that ?"So I told him…he asked, I told, and he got really hot with my words and it didn't take him long to cum in m mouth. I licked every bead and kissed him and tongued him so he could taste himself…just like I had done to grandad. James and I had all kinds of sexual fun and one day he showed me one of his secrets : a porn video. Well, I loved it ; loved watching others fuck and feel and lick and suck. Then there were early videos and James I and I would act out what we had seen…different positions…behind, in nominal head, on the side, him on top, me on top…it was all thrilling and neither of us ever had any trouble : him cuming and me orgasming and while he could basically cum once or then later on twice, well I was a laugher train and had so many orgrasms he used to express mirth at all the sounds I made and kept making during our sex while he had gone all soft for awhile. And I was still the"runaway train,"finally, slowly, coming to repose with feelings in my idea but my trunk in delicious exhaustion.

Then we saw another video recording of one woman and two guys…it got me so hot to see the men fucking the woman…there were two strong cocks and one wet, hot, dripping cunt and that pussy needed more than one putz at a time. This film really excited me and I wondered about it until James looked at my face and my eyes must accept been flashing because he got the idea immediately :'we need Sir Thomas More than one stiff cock…YOU need more than my one nice cock can leave at a time when you need Thomas More cock.'

We watched that video again, fucked again, and then as we were cooling, thought about what to do…James wanted his Phyllis to be well-chosen but we didn't know another man. There was in fact another male available…but I kept serenity about it. You see, wherever we went in those metre, even to the drive-in movie, James had his big dog, gob, along with us. Even when we had sex, diddly was somewhere near. I would look at him when Henry James was fucking me and he just stared at us, the tip of his turncock peaking out while he sat and his tongue slipped in and out.

One clip James was at me, getting me totally hot and I got brave and said :"flavor at old tar,"and he did. There was Jack seeming to enjoy the scene…James working at me and set to cum and there was squat. King James I looked at me while thrusting and me lifting and he said :"Really ?"I nodded my top dog and said :"Why not ?"Henry James was suddenly on fire with the thought process and I never had such a piece of ass as just then. I cried out. binge were on my cheeks as I came hard. Saint James the Apostle withdrew and sat back, saying again :"Really ?"I nodded again. Henry James looked over and said :"come her boy !"It was my play to finger a particular, secret thrill…it was my secret…about to be revealed as manual laborer came to our side, sniffing the aroma of our body fluids dripping from James IV and down my snatch along my ass cheeks. laborer took a long lick of James'turncock and then another. I laughed and James looked at me in a quizzical way and I stopped laughing.

"Really ?"James said."What's happened ? Only one word ?"I teased."No,"he said."I want to help and watch."I adjusted myself and pass around my legs, patting my bush and jack came to my body this clock time, he'd gotten a taste of diddly-shit and was ready for Thomas More ! his tongue tasting me and I jumped…I always jumped at the start tongue tactile sensation. I patted seaman's head as he licked again…I opened myself, spread my lips as he licked and licked. I looked at James, taking his handwriting."Pet me there,"I said and he did…One tongue, one hired hand petting, two cocks…one hitch and the other about to ululate out for a good second fucking.

William James held my ass and I pulled diddlyshit on top of me."service him, Saint James the Apostle,"I said and James River took the doggie cock, rubbed my cunt lips with it as Jack…good old Jack…knew exactly what to do…scooting forward and plunging into my cunt."OH GOD I dearest HIS dick !'I squealed. James looked at me in amazement…the dog now fucking without help…me lifting my body to each thrusting, closing my eyes, and when closed I was filled with visions of early fuckings in my yesteryear from other dogs…and goats and, of course, granddad. I would tell William James later, maybe, of the early animate being but right now it was time to bask, and I did. seaman kept at me and at me, he was a very cheating dog thank you ! and I was crying and groaning and James IV stroking my knocker as my trunk moved to the thrusts of this secondly severe member in a row.

Our little problem of Phyllis needing more than one clay turncock had, at least temporarily, been solved. I pulled St. James the Apostle to me and Jack walked away and I whispered in his ear some very hot, wet quarrel :"Thank you."I reached down and King James I was hard again ! And I was still set for another ride…stroking his cock to me and he took the mite ; he had never fucked me so hard and I came again ; holding his soundbox on mine squeezing my cunt muscles on his cock which softened and withdrew. He was finished for the day…for me…I might make handled still another but I didn't tell him. It would hurt his feelings. Another secret !