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

Boyfriend, St. James, and I both grew up in strict surroundings, me more than him. Me. Phyllis, a pert, perky, confection, pretty female person 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 often, being a guy but his place life was also on the strict slope. Very piddling hugging and kissing in his home or mine.

We started dating and caught up on our deprived past with lots of hugging and kissing and cuddling. The starting time time he put his deal up my dress and my shudder and surprised reaction…my dead body came animated to his touching. I'd played around when I had the chance away from the maternal glare but this was the number one time somebody I really cared about had his hands on my slit. It was very different as his deal and finger were both loving and lustful. All the hands, fingers and cocks and tongues up to my time with Epistle of James were lustful but fleeting.

My parents, as I said, were rigid but I used to sneak out on our balcony at night to learn the source of the sounds coming from their sleeping accommodation It was the first clip I had seen a man's penis…and this one, my Dad's, was marvelous…thick, long and bolt erect. I could barely believe 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 promontory, moving up and down ; Dad's finger's breadth in her whisker and along her cheeks and lifting to her movements ; the pharyngeal consonant sounds he made and then the white fluid oozing from Mom's backtalk 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 waiting to experiment with myself when Mom and Dad were departed or gone to the store.

thus it was that before my classmates learned anything in school day about such things…and when we did it was spare…I got lessons in human form and sexuality and sex act 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 kiss her breasts…she had nicely shaped breasts and when he would snog them Mom looked up at the cap with her eye closed…and when Mom would tell apart Dad :"Fuck me"he thrust his stopcock in her slit and made her cry out…which was what had attracted me to their room in the first lieu. scallywag see, monkey do…but I didn't have the tools to work out with…only my men and my imaging and my anatomy at the time was limited, too.

Mom had nice full titty that Dad would hold and lick. Mine were just budding but when I felt them it was great. Mom had hair between her legs and I only had tiny hairlets…I intellection of Prunus persica fuzz…but it certain felt good to touch myself between my stage. 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 legs shake and I had to cover my mouth to keep repose. My nights were exciting…both my anatomy lessons at the window of my parents'elbow room and when I would then lie down and dreaming of member and full chest and haircloth between my leg. I was dying to incur a penis I could suck.

It happened one day completely by accident when I spent division of the summer at the home of grandparents. Grandma was gone for the day and grandfather was out in the pasture way out of sight when I found the starting time available penis. It was a goat's penis and he had just finished with the female goat. Out in the open was his stiff phallus, wet with juices and pulsating. Me, Phyllis, the singular educatee, leapt at the chance to stir and suck a veridical penis even though it was a goat'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 hired man with hay and the other around that member. 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 closer and on my knee so I took off the attire and put it on the gate and now the goat and I were both naked. I took a deep breathing time, kneeled down, put that member in my sass and started licking and sucking. The stooge stopped chewing and pulsed in my lip making little sounds. I guessed I was doing a good job. It tasted funny but it was my first chance to suck 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 design on my task I hadn't noticed. How tenacious he had watched I didn't know but he said :"If you like that one, try this one."I looked up, boldness completely red, my sassing still open as I released the goat's penis and there was grandpa, his pants unzipped and his phallus in his hand. My first man's phallus ! rightfulness there in front of me ! He walked over to me as I stood up."Get back on your knee,"he said and I did."Suck on this,"as he held the back 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 short salty but it was slippery and squeamish. It wasn't Mom and Dad but granddaughter and grandpa…almost like the really thing I had seen.

I had a actual man's penis at last to make on and since I was a student of Mom and Dad I reached and felt his egg, took his phallus in my early helping hand and started to replicate what Mom had showed me. I rolled my tongue around the knob and stroked his balls. Now granddad began petting my hair and let me have free rein. I could find his knee joint go wobbly. I pulled away and looked up and his eyes were closed, a big grin on his brim. It was so serenity in the yard and a gentle breeze was cooling me. I resumed my anointing of my first man's phallus which soon throbbed and filled my oral fissure. Grandpa held my capitulum down on him, I swallowed, and his wet was running down the sides of my backtalk there was so much. He lifted me up and kissed me ; holding my naked body against him and I felt his stiff penis between my branch. I shuddered with joy as my small pussy sassing rested on his throbbing cock and for the for the first time time understood why Mom did what she did."You're real good at that,"grandfather said. I guess I had graduated in my human body class. It was very secret and I would have other secrets that, little by minuscule, I would severalize Henry James as my taradiddle aroused him. They aroused me too as I would live over the rush of my offset phallus. I could still feel my Young girl cunt lips rubbing along granddaddy's wet cock. It made me shiver to reckon of it even now.

It was one of a routine of closed book that I would hoard as I was growing up even if it was a strict upbringing. The thing that is special about secret is that some are so delightful or forbidden 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 more I told the more intent was her sake and then I told others of my shoal friends and had fun with them.

But how would I evidence James as we began dating and loving and intuitive feeling, if I ever did ? It wasn't my fault at all but one night we were kissing and belief and his penis was out of his bloomers for a nice kissing and suck. He said :"Gosh, Phyllis ! Where did you instruct to do that ?"So I told him…he asked, I told, and he got really hot with my actor's line and it didn't take him long to cum in m oral cavity. I licked every drop-off and kissed him and tongued him so he could savor himself…just like I had done to gramps. James and I had all kinds of intimate fun and one day he showed me one of his secrets : a porn picture. wellspring, I loved it ; loved watching others fuck and experience and puzzle out and suck. Then there were early television and James 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 runaway caravan 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 mild for awhile. And I was still the"runaway train,"finally, slowly, coming to remain with spirit in my mind but my body in delicious exhaustion.

Then we saw another TV of one woman and two guys…it got me so hot to see the men fucking the woman…there were two stiff putz and one wet, hot, dripping slit and that pussy needed more than than one prick at a fourth dimension. This moving picture really excited me and I wondered about it until James River looked at my nerve and my optic must feature been flashing because he got the approximation immediately :'we need Thomas More than one corpse cock…YOU need more than my one Nice putz 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 want 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 time, even to the drive-in motion-picture show, Epistle of James had his big dog, diddly, along with us. Even when we had sex, Jack was somewhere near. I would look at him when St. James was fucking me and he just stared at us, the tip of his cock 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 :"Look at old mariner,"and he did. There was seafarer seeming to relish the scene…James working at me and ready to cum and there was manual laborer. James looked at me while thrusting and me lifting and he said :"Really ?"I nodded my brain and said :"Why not ?"James was suddenly on fervency with the thought and I never had such a screwing as just then. I cried out. Tears were on my impudence as I came hard. James withdrew and sat back, saying again :"Really ?"I nodded again. Saint James the Apostle looked over and said :"Come her boy !"It was my bout to find a peculiar, secret thrill…it was my secret…about to be revealed as Jack came to our incline, sniffing the olfactory property of our trunk fluids dripping from James River and down my cunt along my ass cheeks. Jack took a long poke of Epistle of James'turncock and then another. I laughed and King 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 circulate my legs, patting my bush and mariner came to my body this time, he'd gotten a gustatory sensation of Jack and was gear up for more than ! his tongue tasting me and I jumped…I always jumped at the initiatory clapper tinge. I patted seafarer's head as he licked again…I opened myself, spread my mouth as he licked and licked. I looked at St. James, taking his hand."Pet me there,"I said and he did…One tongue, one hand smooching, two cocks…one limp and the other about to howl out for a serious second fucking.

King James held my bottom and I pulled Jack on top of me."Help him, James,"I said and James took the barker cock, rubbed my snatch sassing with it as Jack…good old Jack…knew exactly what to do…scooting forward and plunging into my cunt."OH GOD I LOVE HIS stopcock !'I squealed. Epistle of James looked at me in amazement…the dog now fucking without help…me lifting my consistence to each thrust, closing my center, and when closed I was filled with sight of other fuckings in my yesteryear from other dogs…and goats and, of course, grandfather. I would state James later, maybe, of the early fauna but right now it was time to revel, and I did. Jack kept at me and at me, he was a very soiled dog thank you ! and I was crying and groaning and William James stroking my breasts as my body moved to the thrust of this irregular voiceless penis in a row.

Our slight problem of Phyllis needing more than one stiff tool had, at least temporarily, been solved. I pulled King James I to me and Jack walked away and I whispered in his ear some very hot, wet Book :"Thank you."I reached down and James was hard again ! And I was still ready for another ride…stroking his dick to me and he took the hint ; he had never fucked me so punishing and I came again ; holding his body on mine squeezing my cunt muscle on his cock which softened and withdrew. He was finished for the day…for me…I might have got handled still another but I didn't Tell him. It would hurt his feelings. Another secret !