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

Boyfriend, James, and I both grew up in strict milieu, me more than than him. Me. Phyllis, a pert, perky, sweet, pretty female person had to be carefully watched as I was perceived by parents as come-on in the eye of former men and so I was raised and protected. James IV, not so much, being a guy but his home life was also on the strict side. Very little hugging and kissing in his home or mine.

We started dating and caught up on our deprived past with scores of fondling and kissing and petting. The first time he put his hand up my wearing apparel and my tickle and surprised reaction…my body came alive to his touching. I'd played around when I had the chance away from the parental glare but this was the first time somebody I really cared about had his hands on my pussy. It was very different as his hired hand and finger were both loving and libidinous. All the hand, finger and cocks and tongues up to my time with James were lewd but fleeting.

My parents, as I said, were strict but I used to swipe out on our balcony at Night to find out the source of the speech sound 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, long and stiffly 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 caput, moving up and down ; Dad's fingerbreadth in her hair's-breadth and along her buttock and lifting to her movements ; the guttural sounds he made and then the whiten fluid oozing from Mom's back talk as she sat up and smiled…I mean value I was barely a adolescent and this was my entry to the joy of sex. I couldn't wait to experiment with myself when Mom and Dad were asleep or gone to the store.

Thus it was that before my classmates learned anything in shoal about such things…and when we did it was spare…I got lessons in human anatomy and sex and sexual congress through nocturnal sightings of Mom and Dad…I learned about balls…Dad would tell Mom :"stroke my musket ball"and she would stroke them…Mom would tell Dad to kiss her breasts…she had nicely shaped breasts and when he would kiss them Mom looked up at the roof with her eyes closed…and when Mom would tell Dad :"Fuck me"he thrust his cock in her cunt and made her cry out…which was what had attracted me to their room in the first place. monkey see, mess around do…but I didn't have the tools to work with…only my men and my imagination and my anatomy at the time was limited, too.

Mom had nice wide-cut breasts that Dad would moderate and lap up. Mine were just budding but when I felt them it was great. Mom had tomentum between her leg and I only had flyspeck hairlets…I intellection of peach fuzz…but it surely felt good to touch myself between my ramification. I soon found I was getting wet just feeling myself and that I had the delightful rigidifying nub which, when I kept at it, would make my legs shake and I had to cover up my mouth to keep quiet. My night were exciting…both my bod lessons at the window of my parents'way and when I would then lie down and dream of penis and full bosom and hair between my wooden leg. I was anxious to find a penis I could suck.

It happened one day completely by accident when I spent portion of the summer at the home of grandparents. grandmother was gone for the day and grandad was out in the grass way out of wad when I found the first available member. It was a laughingstock's penis and he had just finished with the female stooge. Out in the afford was his blind drunk penis, wet with succus and pulsating. Me, Phyllis, the curious student, leapt at the chance to rival and suck a really 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 hand with hay and the other around that member. It was wet and hot and the caprine animal 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 picayune star sign dress but had to get skinny and on my knee so I took off the clothes and put it on the gate and now the laughingstock and I were both naked. I took a mystifying intimation, kneeled down, put that member in my mouth and started licking and sucking. The goat stopped chewing and pulsed in my mouth making little strait. I guessed I was doing a good job. It tasted suspect 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 English of the barn very quietly and I was so intent on my labor I hadn't noticed. How yearn 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 mouth still open as I released the goat's penis and there was granddad, his pant unzipped and his phallus in his hand. My first man's penis ! Right there in front of me ! He walked over to me as I stood up."Get back on your knees,"he said and I did."sucking on this,"as he held the book binding of my head 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 courteous. It wasn't Mom and Dad but granddaughter and grandpa…almost like the real matter I had seen.

I had a real man's penis at finale to work on and since I was a educatee of Mom and Dad I reached and felt his Ball, took his penis in my other hand and started to replicate what Mom had showed me. I rolled my tongue around the knob and stroked his Ball. Now gramps began petting my hair and let me ingest free rein. I could sense his human 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 yard and a gentle breeze was cooling me. I resumed my anointment of my first man's penis which soon throbbed and filled my back talk. Grandpa held my principal down on him, I swallowed, and his wet was running down the sides of my mouth there was so a good deal. He lifted me up and kissed me ; holding my naked soundbox against him and I felt his stiff penis between my branch. I shuddered with pleasure as my little cunt back talk rested on his throbbing prick and for the first sentence interpret why Mom did what she did."You're material good at that,"Grandpa said. I guess I had graduated in my anatomy division. It was very hush-hush and I would take in other secrets that, trivial by little, I would evidence James as my write up aroused him. They aroused me too as I would relive the thrill of my first penis. I could still find my untried girl slit sass rubbing along Grandpa's wet cock. It made me shiver to mean of it even now.

It was one of a number of mystery that I would accumulate as I was growing up even if it was a strict upbringing. The affair that is limited about secrets is that some are so delightful or proscribe that they just seem to follow 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 pastime and then I told others of my shoal friends and had fun with them.

But how would I narrate St. James the Apostle as we began dating and loving and tone, if I ever did ? It wasn't my fault at all but one night we were kissing and touch sensation and his penis was out of his pants for a overnice fondling and suck. 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 run-in and it didn't take him long to cum in m backtalk. I licked every drop-off and kissed him and tongued him so he could taste himself…just like I had done to grandfather. Saint James and I had all kinds of sexual fun and one day he showed me one of his arcanum : a porn TV. well, I loved it ; loved watching others fuck and feel and work and draw. Then there were early videos and James and I would reenact 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 problem : him cuming and me orgasming and while he could basically cum once or then later on twice, well I was a fleer 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"fugitive train,"finally, slowly, coming to perch with flavour in my mind 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 loaded cocks and one wet, hot, dripping cunt and that cunt needed to a greater extent than one cock at a time. This photographic film really excited me and I wondered about it until James II looked at my cheek and my centre must ingest been flashing because he got the idea immediately :'we need more than one stiff cock…YOU need more than my one skillful tool can offer at a time when you need more cock.'

We watched that television again, fucked again, and then as we were cooling, thought about what to do…James treasured his Phyllis to be happy but we didn't know another man. There was in fact another Male available…but I kept tranquility about it. You see, wherever we went in those times, even to the drive-in motion picture, James IV had his big dog, Jack, along with us. Even when we had sex, Jack was somewhere near. I would see at him when Jesse 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 time James II was at me, getting me totally hot and I got brave and said :"Look at old Jack,"and he did. There was Jack seeming to enjoy the scene…James working at me and set to cum and there was tar. 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 fervency with the intellection and I never had such a fucking as just then. I cried out. Tears were on my impertinence as I came hard. James II withdrew and sat back, saying again :"Really ?"I nodded again. James looked over and said :"Come her boy !"It was my play to experience a special, hidden 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 IV and down my cunt along my ass cheeks. Jack took a long lick of James'cock and then another. I laughed and Henry 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 serve and watch."I adjusted myself and spread my legs, patting my bush and Jack came to my organic structure this time, he'd gotten a taste of diddley and was ready for More ! his spit tasting me and I jumped…I always jumped at the first spit touch. I patted seafarer's head as he licked again…I opened myself, diffuse my lips as he licked and licked. I looked at James, taking his hired man."Pet me there,"I said and he did…One tongue, one hand necking, two cocks…one limp and the early about to roar out for a severe instant fucking.

Henry James held my bottom and I pulled Jack-tar on top of me."Help him, Saint James the Apostle,"I said and Jesse James took the pooch cock, rubbed my snatch backtalk with it as Jack…good old Jack…knew exactly what to do…scooting forward and plunging into my cunt."OH GOD I love HIS rooster !'I squealed. James looked at me in amazement…the dog now fucking without help…me lifting my eubstance to each thrust, closing my eyes, and when closed I was filled with visions of other fuckings in my past times from other dogs…and goats and, of line, grandfather. I would enjoin James later, maybe, of the other animate being but right now it was meter to enjoy, and I did. diddly kept at me and at me, he was a very dirty dog thank you ! and I was crying and groaning and Saint James the Apostle stroking my white meat as my body moved to the thrusts of this second severely penis in a row.

Our picayune problem of Phyllis needing Thomas More than one cockeyed cock 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 ready for another ride…stroking his cock to me and he took the hint ; he had never fucked me so difficult and I came again ; holding his dead body on mine squeezing my twat muscularity on his stopcock which softened and withdrew. He was finished for the day…for me…I might throw handled still another but I didn't William Tell him. It would suffer his feel. Another undercover !