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

Boyfriend, James, and I both grew up in nonindulgent surroundings, me to a greater extent than him. Me. Phyllis, a pert, perky, confection, pretty female had to be carefully watched as I was perceived by parents as come-on in the eyes of early men and so I was raised and protected. Henry James, not so much, being a guy but his home life was also on the nonindulgent side. Very little cuddling and kissing in his home or mine.

We started dating and caught up on our deprived past with pile of snuggling and kissing and hugging. The beginning metre he put his hand up my apparel and my shudder and surprise reaction…my body came live to his touching. I'd played around when I had the chance away from the parental glare but this was the world-class prison term someone I really cared about had his hands on my slit. It was very unlike as his hired man and fingers were both loving and lubricious. All the hands, fingerbreadth and hammer and tongues up to my time with James were lustful but fleeting.

My parents, as I said, were strict but I used to sneak out on our balcony at dark to hear the source of the speech sound coming from their bedroom It was the initiative metre 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 drumhead, moving up and down ; Dad's fingers in her hair's-breadth and along her impudence and lifting to her movements ; the pharyngeal sounds he made and then the lily-white fluid oozing from Mom's back talk as she sat up and smiled…I mean I was barely a teen 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.

gum olibanum it was that before my classmate learned anything in school about such things…and when we did it was spare…I got lesson in man anatomy and sexuality and coitus through nocturnal sightings of Mom and Dad…I learned about balls…Dad would tell apart Mom :"stroke my chunk"and she would stroke them…Mom would tell Dad to kiss her breasts…she had nicely shaped breasts and when he would snog them Mom looked up at the ceiling with her eyes closed…and when Mom would tell Dad :"nooky me"he thrust his putz in her cunt and made her cry out…which was what had attracted me to their room in the initiatory place. Monkey see, monkey do…but I didn't have the tools to work with…only my men and my imagination and my anatomy at the metre was limited, too.

Mom had overnice full boob that Dad would hold and solve. Mine were just budding but when I felt them it was great. Mom had whisker between her legs and I only had tiny hairlets…I persuasion of peach fuzz…but it trusted felt full to touch myself between my legs. I soon found I was getting wet just feeling myself and that I had the delicious rigidifying nub which, when I kept at it, would constitute my legs shake and I had to overlay my rima oris to keep quiet. My nights were exciting…both my chassis deterrent example at the windowpane of my parents'room and when I would then lie down and ambition of phallus and full breasts and hairsbreadth between my stage. I was anxious to find a penis I could suck.

It happened one day completely by accident when I spent office of the summer at the home of grandparents. gran was gone for the day and Grandpa was out in the grass way out of mass when I found the first available phallus. It was a Capricorn the Goat's penis and he had just finished with the female person Capricorn the Goat. Out in the open was his stiff phallus, wet with juices and pulsating. Me, Phyllis, the queer student, leapt at the opportunity to stir and suck a real phallus 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 manus 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 goat's penis grew some and he kept his leg up.

I was just in my little house garb but had to get tight and on my knees 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 breath, kneeled down, put that penis in my mouth and started licking and sucking. The goat stopped chewing and pulsed in my mouth making little audio. I guessed I was doing a dear job. It tasted funny but it was my inaugural luck to suck a penis and I kept at it.

Then…oh my God…a voice. It was grandpa. He had come around the slope of the barn very quietly and I was so purport on my job I hadn't noticed. How retentive he had watched I didn't know but he said :"If you like that one, try this one."I looked up, font completely red, my mouth still open as I released the Goat's penis and there was grandpa, his pant unzipped and his penis in his paw. My first man's phallus ! right there in front of me ! He walked over to me as I stood up."Get back on your human knee,"he said and I did."sucking on this,"as he held the back of my head and pulled me to him. The tip of his phallus was wet."Lick it off,"he said and I did. It tasted a footling salty but it was slippery and prissy. 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 last-place to work on and since I was a bookman of Mom and Dad I reached and felt his glob, took his penis in my other hand and started to copy what Mom had showed me. I rolled my tongue around the knob and stroked his Ball. Now Grandpa began petting my hair and let me ingest detached rein. I could experience his knee go wobbly. I pulled away and looked up and his eyes were closed, a big smile on his lips. It was so quiet in the grand and a aristocratical cinch was cooling me. I resumed my anointment of my first man's penis which soon throbbed and filled my mouth. Grandpa held my read/write head down on him, I swallowed, and his wet was running down the slope of my mouth there was so very much. He lifted me up and kissed me ; holding my naked eubstance against him and I felt his pie-eyed penis between my legs. I shuddered with delight as my little puss lips rested on his throbbing cock and for the firstly time understood why Mom did what she did."You're real commodity at that,"Grandpa said. I guess I had graduated in my human body category. It was very secret and I would make other secrets that, little by little, I would tell James as my stories aroused him. They aroused me too as I would relive the thrill of my first gear phallus. I could still feel my young girl pussy lips rubbing along grandfather's wet cock. It made me shiver to consider of it even now.

It was one of a bit of arcanum that I would compile as I was growing up even if it was a rigorous breeding. The matter that is special about closed book is that some are so delightful or prevent that they just seem to come out and be told to others. I told my girlfriend at school about Grandpa and she was thrilled to hear…the Sir Thomas More I told the more intent was her interest and then I told others of my school friends and had fun with them.

But how would I tell James as we began dating and loving and notion, if I ever did ? It wasn't my shift at all but one Night we were kissing and tone and his penis was out of his pants for a skillful fondling 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 speech and it didn't take him long to cum in m oral cavity. I licked every fall and kissed him and tongued him so he could taste himself…just like I had done to granddad. James River and I had all kinds of intimate fun and one day he showed me one of his secrets : a smut video. Well, I loved it ; loved watching others fuck and feel and lick and suck. Then there were other TV and James River 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 trouble : him cuming and me orgasming and while he could basically cum once or then later on twice, well I was a romp power train and had so many orgrasms he used to laugh at all the sounds I made and kept making during our sex while he had gone all gentle for awhile. And I was still the"runaway train,"finally, slowly, coming to take a breather with touch in my psyche but my body in delicious exhaustion.

Then we saw another video of one woman and two guys…it got me so hot to see the men fucking the woman…there were two sozzled peter and one wet, hot, dripping cunt and that puss needed to a greater extent than one prick at a time. This movie really excited me and I wondered about it until James looked at my font and my eye must have been flashing because he got the mind immediately :'we need Thomas More than one remains cock…YOU need more than my one nice cock can provide at a fourth dimension when you need 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 happy but we didn't know another man. There was in fact another male available…but I kept unruffled about it. You see, wherever we went in those times, even to the drive-in movie, James IV had his big dog, old salt, along with us. Even when we had sex, Jack was somewhere near. I would look at him when James was fucking me and he just stared at us, the tip of his turncock peaking out while he sat and his natural language slipped in and out.

One clip James was at me, getting me totally hot and I got brave and said :"smell at old Jack,"and he did. There was Jack seeming to revel the scene…James working at me and ready to cum and there was Jack. James looked at me while thrusting and me lifting and he said :"Really ?"I nodded my head and said :"Why not ?"Saint James the Apostle was suddenly on flak with the thought and I never had such a screwing as just then. I cried out. Tears were on my impertinence as I came hard. James withdrew and sat back, saying again :"Really ?"I nodded again. James looked over and said :"come her boy !"It was my turn to feel a special, secluded thrill…it was my secret…about to be revealed as Jack came to our side, sniffing the aroma of our body fluids dripping from James and down my cunt along my ass cheeks. Jack took a farseeing poke of James'cock 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 news ?"I teased."No,"he said."I want to help and watch."I adjusted myself and spread my branch, patting my bush and labourer came to my body this time, he'd gotten a taste of labourer and was cook for to a greater extent ! his tongue tasting me and I jumped…I always jumped at the starting time tongue spot. I patted seafarer's head as he licked again…I opened myself, spread my lips as he licked and licked. I looked at James I, taking his hand."Pet me there,"I said and he did…One knife, one mitt petting, two cocks…one hitch and the other about to roar out for a life-threatening minute fucking.

James held my bottom and I pulled squat on top of me."help him, James,"I said and James River took the bow-wow hammer, rubbed my cunt sassing with it as Jack…good old Jack…knew exactly what to do…scooting forward and plunging into my snatch."OH GOD I LOVE HIS prick !'I squealed. James looked at me in amazement…the dog now fucking without help…me lifting my soundbox to each push, closing my eyes, and when closed I was filled with visions of other nookie in my past from other dogs…and Goat and, of trend, gramps. I would tell James later, maybe, of the other fauna but right now it was time to enjoy, and I did. jackfruit kept at me and at me, he was a very contaminating dog thank you ! and I was crying and groaning and James stroking my chest as my dead body moved to the thrusts of this indorsement unvoiced member in a row.

Our minuscule problem of Phyllis needing more than one stiff cock had, at to the lowest degree temporarily, been solved. I pulled James to me and manual laborer walked away and I whispered in his ear some very hot, wet words :"Thank you."I reached down and King James was hard again ! And I was still ready for another ride…stroking his prick to me and he took the mite ; he had never fucked me so severely and I came again ; holding his body on mine squeezing my cunt muscles on his dick which softened and withdrew. He was finished for the day…for me…I might possess handled still another but I didn't William Tell him. It would spite his feelings. Another secret !