A chronicle of Teen Love and more… ! By Phyllis and Roger

Boyfriend, James, and I both grew up in strict 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 early men and so I was raised and protected. James I, not so much, being a guy but his home life was also on the stern slope. Very short hugging and kissing in his plate or mine.

We started dating and caught up on our deprived past with slews of hugging and cuddling and cuddling. The first prison term he put his hand up my dress and my thrilled and surprised reaction…my consistence came awake to his touching. I'd played around when I had the hazard away from the maternal blaze but this was the first time soul I really cared about had his hands on my cunt. It was very dissimilar as his hands and fingerbreadth were both loving and lustful. All the hand, digit and prick and tongues up to my time with James River were lewd but fleeting.

My parents, as I said, were rigorous but I used to sneak out on our balcony at night to learn the source of the phone coming from their sleeping room It was the first time I had seen a man's penis…and this one, my Dad's, was marvelous…thick, long and stiffly erect. I could barely think 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 point, moving up and down ; Dad's fingerbreadth in her haircloth and along her face and lifting to her motion ; the pharyngeal sounds he made and then the white fluid oozing from Mom's lips as she sat up and smiled…I mean I was barely a teenager and this was my introduction to the joy of sex. I couldn't postponement to experiment with myself when Mom and Dad were asleep or gone to the store.

Thus it was that before my class fellow learned anything in school about such things…and when we did it was spare…I got lesson in homo build and sexuality and coitus through nocturnal sightings of Mom and Dad…I learned about balls…Dad would secern Mom :"stroke my balls"and she would stroke them…Mom would tell Dad to snog her breasts…she had nicely shaped breasts and when he would kiss them Mom looked up at the ceiling with her eyes closed…and when Mom would tell Dad :"Fuck me"he thrust his turncock in her pussy and made her cry out…which was what had attracted me to their room in the first post. Monkey see, monkey around do…but I didn't have the tools to work with…only my hand and my imaginativeness and my physical body at the metre was limited, too.

Mom had nice full tit that Dad would hold and lick. Mine were just budding but when I felt them it was expectant. Mom had hair between her legs and I only had bantam hairlets…I sentiment of sweetheart fuzz…but it sure felt good to reach 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 make my leg shake and I had to traverse my sassing to keep quiet. My nights were exciting…both my anatomy example at the window of my parents'elbow room and when I would then lie down and dreaming of penises and full white meat and hair between my wooden leg. I was anxious to line up a member I could suck.

It happened one day completely by accident when I spent percentage of the summer at the home of grandparents. Grandma was gone for the day and grandad was out in the pasture way out of sight when I found the first available penis. It was a Goat's penis and he had just finished with the female caprine animal. Out in the open was his besotted penis, wet with juice and pulsating. Me, Phyllis, the peculiar student, leapt at the chance to touch and suck a real penis even though it was a goat's ! I went to the cattle pen 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 hand with hay and the early around that penis. It was wet and hot and the goat lifted one leg, chewing away…I stroked that penis just like Mom had done to Dad…the caprine animal's phallus grew some and he kept his leg up.

I was just in my little house dress but had to get closer and on my stifle so I took off the dress and put it on the logic gate and now the goat and I were both naked. I took a deep breathing place, kneeled down, put that penis in my oral cavity and started licking and sucking. The laughingstock stopped chewing and pulsed in my mouth making trivial phone. I guessed I was doing a well job. It tasted funny but it was my first of all chance to suck a penis and I kept at it.

Then…oh my God…a vocalization. It was grandpa. He had come around the English of the barn very quietly and I was so purpose on my task I hadn't noticed. How foresightful he had watched I didn't know but he said :"If you like that one, try this one."I looked up, expression completely red, my mouth still open as I released the laughingstock's penis and there was grandpa, his pants unzipped and his member in his hand. My first man's member ! right wing there in front end 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 backrest of my drumhead and pulled me to him. The tip of his member was wet."Lick it off,"he said and I did. It tasted a little 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 death to work on and since I was a student of Mom and Dad I reached and felt his chunk, took his penis in my other hand and started to simulate what Mom had showed me. I rolled my tongue around the thickening and stroked his testicle. Now Grandpa began petting my hair and let me cause unblock rein. I could feel his knee go wobbly. I pulled away and looked up and his eye were closed, a big smile on his lips. It was so quiet in the M and a gentle picnic was cooling me. I resumed my anointment of my first 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 oral cavity there was so much. He lifted me up and kissed me ; holding my bare torso against him and I felt his stiff member between my legs. I shuddered with delight as my little cunt back talk rested on his throbbing cock and for the first time empathize why Mom did what she did."You're real trade good at that,"grandfather said. I guess I had graduated in my bod class. It was very secret and I would have early enigma that, picayune by picayune, I would tell James as my tale aroused him. They aroused me too as I would relive the thrill of my low penis. I could still palpate my young girl cunt lip rubbing along grandpa's wet cock. It made me shiver to mean of it even now.

It was one of a number of secret that I would hoard as I was growing up even if it was a strict raising. The matter that is particular about secrets is that some are so delightful or forbidden that they just seem to fall out and be told to others. I told my lady friend at schooltime about Grandpa and she was thrilled to hear…the More I told the more intent was her pastime and then I told others of my schoolhouse admirer and had fun with them.

But how would I tell James as we began dating and loving and smell, if I ever did ? It wasn't my fault at all but one nighttime we were kissing and feeling and his penis was out of his pants for a squeamish smooching 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 tidings and it didn't take him long to cum in m mouth. I licked every fall and kissed him and tongued him so he could savour himself…just like I had done to Grandpa. James and I had all sort of sexual fun and one day he showed me one of his secrets : a pornography video. fountainhead, I loved it ; loved watching others fuck and find and lick and suck. Then there were other television and King James I and I would enact what we had seen…different positions…behind, in front, on the side, him on top, me on top…it was all thrilling and neither of us ever had any bother : him cuming and me orgasming and while he could basically cum once or then later on twice, well I was a fugitive train and had so many orgrasms he used to laugh at all the auditory sensation I made and kept making during our sex while he had gone all flabby for awhile. And I was still the"romp power train,"finally, slowly, coming to roost with feelings in my judgment but my trunk in delightful exhaustion.

Then we saw another video of one womanhood and two guys…it got me so hot to see the men fucking the woman…there were two stiff shaft and one wet, hot, dripping cunt and that bitch needed to a greater extent than one tool at a time. This moving-picture show really excited me and I wondered about it until James River looked at my brass and my optic must have been flashing because he got the idea immediately :'we need more than one stiff cock…YOU need More than my one squeamish cock can provide at a time when you need more cock.'

We watched that video again, fucked again, and then as we were cooling, thought about what to do…James need his Phyllis to be happy but we didn't know another man. There was in fact another Male available…but I kept quiet about it. You see, wherever we went in those times, even to the drive-in movie, James had his big dog, shit, along with us. Even when we had sex, doodly-squat was somewhere near. I would attend at him when James IV was fucking me and he just stared at us, the tip of his tool peaking out while he sat and his tongue slipped in and out.

One sentence James was at me, getting me totally hot and I got brave and said :"flavor at old Jack,"and he did. There was Jack seeming to enjoy the scene…James working at me and make to cum and there was seafarer. St. James looked at me while thrusting and me lifting and he said :"Really ?"I nodded my head and said :"Why not ?"James was suddenly on fire with the thinking and I never had such a piece of tail as just then. I cried out. tear were on my cheeks as I came hard. King James withdrew and sat back, saying again :"Really ?"I nodded again. James I looked over and said :"Come her boy !"It was my turn to feel a peculiar, closed book thrill…it was my secret…about to be revealed as Jack came to our side, sniffing the aroma of our organic structure fluids dripping from King James I and down my snatch along my ass cheeks. Jack-tar took a foresightful lick of Epistle of James'cock and then another. I laughed and James looked at me in a quizzical way and I stopped laughing.

"Really ?"Saint James said."What's happened ? Only one word ?"I teased."No,"he said."I want to help and watch."I adjusted myself and spread my legs, patting my bush and Jack came to my trunk this fourth dimension, he'd gotten a penchant of jackfruit and was ready for more ! his glossa tasting me and I jumped…I always jumped at the first glossa touch. I patted Jack's head as he licked again…I opened myself, spread my backtalk as he licked and licked. I looked at James I, taking his bridge player."Pet me there,"I said and he did…One clapper, one hand petting, two cocks…one limp and the other about to roar out for a serious second fucking.

St. James held my bottom and I pulled Jack on top of me."Help him, James,"I said and James 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 slit."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 push, closing my eyes, and when closed I was filled with visual modality of other shtup in my past from other dogs…and stooge and, of course, gramps. I would tell James later, maybe, of the early animals but right now it was time to bask, and I did. Jack kept at me and at me, he was a very pestiferous dog thank you ! and I was crying and groaning and James stroking my white meat as my eubstance moved to the thrusts of this second punishing phallus in a row.

Our little problem of Phyllis needing more than than one stiff hammer had, at least temporarily, been solved. I pulled James to me and Jack walked away and I whispered in his ear some very hot, wet words :"Thank you."I reached down and James was hard again ! And I was still set for another ride…stroking his cock to me and he took the hint ; he had never fucked me so severe and I came again ; holding his consistence on mine squeezing my twat muscles on his cock which softened and withdrew. He was finished for the day…for me…I might have handled still another but I didn't William Tell him. It would bruise his tactile sensation. Another secret !