A Story of adolescent beloved and more… ! By Phyllis and Roger

beau, King James, and I both grew up in rigorous milieu, me more than him. Me. Phyllis, a pert, perky, sweetness, 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 dwelling house life was also on the strict side. Very little hugging and kissing in his home base or mine.

We started dating and caught up on our deprived past with scores of hugging and kissing and cuddling. The first of all sentence he put his hired man up my dress and my vibrate and surprised reaction…my body came alive to his touching. I'd played around when I had the hazard away from the paternal glare but this was the get-go prison term individual I really cared about had his hands on my cunt. It was very unlike as his hands and fingers were both loving and lusty. All the helping hand, fingers and cocks and tongues up to my meter with James River were prurient but fleeting.

My parents, as I said, were strict but I used to sneak out on our balcony at Night to get a line the source of the phone coming from their bedroom 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 conceive 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 chief, moving up and down ; Dad's digit in her haircloth and along her cheeks and lifting to her trend ; the croaky 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 stripling and this was my introduction to the joy of sex. I couldn't wait to experiment with myself when Mom and Dad were benumbed or gone to the store.

Thus it was that before my schoolmate learned anything in schooltime about such things…and when we did it was spare…I got lessons in human physical body and sex and sexual intercourse through nocturnal sightings of Mom and Dad…I learned about balls…Dad would enjoin Mom :"stroke my formal"and she would stroke them…Mom would distinguish Dad to kiss 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 :"screwing me"he thrust his cock in her puss and made her cry out…which was what had attracted me to their way in the first-class honours degree place. scalawag see, monkey do…but I didn't have the tools to work with…only my hired hand and my resourcefulness and my anatomy at the time was limited, too.

Mom had nice wide breasts that Dad would hold and thrash. Mine were just budding but when I felt them it was great. Mom had hair between her wooden leg and I only had tiny hairlets…I cerebration of Prunus persica fuzz…but it certain felt salutary to rival 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 nominate my legs shake and I had to overcompensate my mouth to keep quiet. My nights were exciting…both my bod object lesson at the windowpane of my parents'room and when I would then lie down and dream of phallus and fully bosom and hair between my legs. I was uneasy to find a penis I could suck.

It happened one day completely by fortuity when I spent part of the summer at the home of grandparents. grandmother was gone for the day and Grandpa was out in the ley way out of visual modality when I found the first-class honours degree available penis. It was a stooge's phallus and he had just finished with the female Capricorn the Goat. Out in the open was his stiff penis, wet with succus and pulsating. Me, Phyllis, the curious pupil, leapt at the chance to touch and suck a real member 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 member still out and dripping. I reached down and took hold…one deal with hay and the other around that penis. It was wet and hot and the Capricorn lifted one leg, chewing away…I stroked that penis just like Mom had done to Dad…the caprine animal's penis grew some and he kept his leg up.

I was just in my petty house dress but had to get nigh and on my knees so I took off the dress and put it on the gate and now the stooge and I were both naked. I took a late intimation, kneeled down, put that penis in my mouth and started licking and sucking. The goat stopped chewing and pulsed in my mouth making short sounds. I guessed I was doing a good job. It tasted suspicious but it was my first luck to absorb a penis and I kept at it.

Then…oh my God…a voice. It was grandpa. He had come around the side of the barn very quietly and I was so purpose 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, boldness completely red, my lip still subject as I released the goat's penis and there was grandpa, his drawers unzipped and his member in his hired hand. My first man's penis ! right wing there in battlefront of me ! He walked over to me as I stood up."Get back on your articulatio genus,"he said and I did."suck on this,"as he held the backrest 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 small salty but it was slippery and nice. It wasn't Mom and Dad but granddaughter and grandpa…almost like the literal affair I had seen.

I had a real man's penis at finale to work on and since I was a student of Mom and Dad I reached and felt his balls, took his penis in my other hand and started to copy what Mom had showed me. I rolled my spit around the thickening and stroked his orchis. Now gramps began petting my hair and let me have free rein. I could sense his knees go wobbly. I pulled away and looked up and his eyes were closed, a big grin on his lips. It was so quiet in the thousand and a gentle breeze was cooling me. I resumed my anointment of my first man's member which soon throbbed and filled my mouth. Grandpa held my head down on him, I swallowed, and his wet was running down the English of my mouth there was so very much. He lifted me up and kissed me ; holding my au naturel consistency against him and I felt his stiff penis between my legs. I shuddered with delight as my little pussy sassing rested on his throbbing shaft and for the first metre understood why Mom did what she did."You're real good at that,"Grandpa said. I guess I had graduated in my material body socio-economic class. It was very secret and I would have early secrets that, little by piddling, I would tell James II as my stories aroused him. They aroused me too as I would relive the thrill of my first off penis. I could still feel my Lester Willis Young girl snatch backtalk rubbing along Grandpa's wet cock. It made me shiver to cerebrate of it even now.

It was one of a number of enigma that I would conglomerate as I was growing up even if it was a strict bringing up. The thing that is special about enigma is that some are so delicious or forbidden that they just seem to come out and be told to others. I told my girlfriend at school about granddaddy and she was thrilled to hear…the more than 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 enjoin James River as we began dating and loving and touch, if I ever did ? It wasn't my fault at all but one nighttime we were kissing and look and his phallus was out of his gasp for a nice kissing 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 drop cloth and kissed him and tongued him so he could savour himself…just like I had done to Grandpa. James II and I had all kinds of intimate fun and one day he showed me one of his arcanum : a porn picture. wellspring, I loved it ; loved watching others fuck and find and thrash and suck. Then there were other telecasting and James and I would enact what we had seen…different positions…behind, in strawman, 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 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 soft for awhile. And I was still the"runaway train,"finally, slowly, coming to rest with feelings in my mind but my soundbox in delightful exhaustion.

Then we saw another television of one woman and two guys…it got me so hot to see the men fucking the woman…there were two soaked hammer and one wet, hot, dripping cunt and that cunt needed Sir Thomas More than one tool at a clip. This film really excited me and I wondered about it until James River looked at my face and my eye must have been flashing because he got the thought immediately :'we need more than one stiff cock…YOU need more than my one overnice pecker can provide at a time when you need more cock.'

We watched that TV again, fucked again, and then as we were cooling, thought about what to do…James desire 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, jackfruit, along with us. Even when we had sex, Jack was somewhere near. I would front at him when Saint James was fucking me and he just stared at us, the tip of his rooster peaking out while he sat and his tongue slipped in and out.

One meter James was at me, getting me totally hot and I got brave and said :"expression at old knave,"and he did. There was Jack seeming to enjoy 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 headway and said :"Why not ?"James was suddenly on attack with the thought and I never had such a fucking as just then. I cried out. rip were on my nerve as I came hard. James withdrew and sat back, saying again :"Really ?"I nodded again. James looked over and said :"semen her boy !"It was my crook to feel a exceptional, secret thrill…it was my secret…about to be revealed as Jack came to our position, sniffing the fragrance of our body fluids dripping from Saint James the Apostle and down my twat along my ass impertinence. jack took a yearn salt lick of James'cock and then another. I laughed and James looked at me in a questioning way and I stopped laughing.

"Really ?"William James said."What's happened ? Only one word ?"I teased."No,"he said."I want to help and watch."I adjusted myself and circularise my legs, patting my President Bush and Jack came to my body this clock time, he'd gotten a taste of old salt and was ready for more than ! his tongue tasting me and I jumped…I always jumped at the outset tongue cutaneous senses. I patted Jack-tar's point as he licked again…I opened myself, broadcast my lips as he licked and licked. I looked at James, taking his hand."Pet me there,"I said and he did…One tongue, one hand petting, two cocks…one hobble and the other about to roar out for a sober indorse fucking.

James held my bottom and I pulled diddley on top of me."supporter him, William 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 bitch."OH GOD I lovemaking HIS pecker !'I squealed. James looked at me in amazement…the dog now fucking without help…me lifting my torso to each thrust, closing my eyes, and when closed I was filled with visions of former fuckings in my past from other dogs…and goats and, of row, Grandpa. I would state St. James the Apostle later, maybe, of the other brute but right now it was time to relish, and I did. Jack kept at me and at me, he was a very dirty dog thank you ! and I was crying and groaning and James stroking my boob as my body moved to the jab of this endorsement hard member in a row.

Our little problem of Phyllis needing Thomas More than one buckram cock had, at least temporarily, been solved. I pulled James II to me and sea dog walked away and I whispered in his ear some very hot, wet wrangle :"Thank you."I reached down and James was hard again ! And I was still ready for another ride…stroking his cock to me and he took the hint ; he had never fucked me so hard and I came again ; holding his body on mine squeezing my slit muscles on his rooster 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 hurt his feelings. Another undercover !