A narrative of teen passion and more… ! By Phyllis and Roger

boyfriend, James, and I both grew up in strict surroundings, me to a greater extent than him. Me. Phyllis, a pert, perky, sweet, pretty female had to be carefully watched as I was perceived by parents as decoy in the oculus of other men and so I was raised and protected. James, not so much, being a guy but his base life was also on the stern side. Very piffling caressing and necking in his base or mine.

We started dating and caught up on our deprived past with mountain of necking and kissing and necking. The first time he put his hand up my dress and my thrilled and surprise reaction…my consistence came alert to his touching. I'd played around when I had the luck away from the parental glare but this was the first meter someone I really cared about had his hands on my slit. It was very different as his hands and finger were both loving and lustful. All the mitt, finger and peter and tongues up to my prison term with James were lustful but fleeting.

My parents, as I said, were strict but I used to sneak out on our balcony at nighttime to learn the source of the sounds coming from their bedchamber It was the first time I had seen a man's penis…and this one, my Dad's, was marvelous…thick, farseeing 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 headspring, moving up and down ; Dad's finger's breadth in her hair and along her cheeks and lifting to her movements ; the pharyngeal sounds he made and then the white fluid oozing from Mom's mouth 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 hold to experiment with myself when Mom and Dad were asleep 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 man anatomy and gender and copulation through nocturnal sightings of Mom and Dad…I learned about balls…Dad would tell Mom :"stroke my balls"and she would stroke them…Mom would tell Dad to snog her breasts…she had nicely shaped white meat and when he would kiss them Mom looked up at the ceiling with her eyes closed…and when Mom would enjoin 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 start place. Monkey see, monkey do…but I didn't have the creature to work with…only my hired hand and my mental imagery and my anatomy at the clock time was limited, too.

Mom had gracious full breasts that Dad would guard 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 cerebration of peach fuzz…but it for certain felt good to touch 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 peg shake and I had to cover my backtalk to keep lull. My nighttime were exciting…both my flesh lessons at the window of my parents'room and when I would then lie down and dream of penis and total bosom and hair between my legs. I was anxious to find a penis I could suck.

It happened one day completely by fortuity when I spent parting of the summer at the habitation of grandparents. Grandma was gone for the day and grandpa was out in the pasture way out of sight when I found the first of all usable penis. It was a Goat's penis and he had just finished with the female stooge. Out in the open was his stiff penis, wet with succus and pulsating. Me, Phyllis, the odd pupil, leapt at the probability to partake and suck a real phallus even though it was a laughingstock'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 hired hand with hay and the other around that penis. 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 little house dress but had to get tightlipped and on my knees so I took off the clothes and put it on the logic gate and now the goat and I were both naked. I took a deep breathing spell, kneeled down, put that phallus in my mouth and started licking and sucking. The Goat stopped chewing and pulsed in my mouth making little speech sound. I guessed I was doing a commodity 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 barn very quietly and I was so wrapped on my undertaking I hadn't noticed. How farsighted 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 mouthpiece still assailable as I released the Capricorn's penis and there was grandpa, his trouser unzipped and his member in his manus. My first man's penis ! right field there in front 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 back of my headway and pulled me to him. The tip of his phallus was wet."Lick it off,"he said and I did. It tasted a trivial salty but it was slippery and nice. It wasn't Mom and Dad but granddaughter and grandpa…almost like the real thing I had seen.

I had a real number man's penis at live to exploit on and since I was a student of Mom and Dad I reached and felt his orb, took his penis in my early hand and started to re-create what Mom had showed me. I rolled my natural language around the knob and stroked his clump. Now granddad began petting my hairsbreadth and let me have dislodge rein. I could palpate his knees go wobbly. I pulled away and looked up and his eyes were closed, a big smile on his lips. It was so unruffled 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 mouth. granddad held my heading down on him, I swallowed, and his wet was running down the incline of my sass there was so very much. He lifted me up and kissed me ; holding my naked body against him and I felt his stiff phallus between my peg. I shuddered with pleasure as my little cunt backtalk rested on his throbbing cock and for the first metre understood why Mom did what she did."You're real good at that,"grandfather said. I guess I had graduated in my anatomy class. It was very secluded and I would possess former enigma that, little by little, I would secern James as my narrative aroused him. They aroused me too as I would relive the thrill of my first penis. I could still palpate my young girl cunt sass rubbing along gramps's wet cock. It made me shiver to opine of it even now.

It was one of a act of secrets that I would compile as I was growing up even if it was a strict upbringing. The thing that is special about secrets is that some are so delicious or forbidden that they just seem to come in out and be told to others. I told my girlfriend at schooling about Grandpa and she was thrilled to hear…the more I told the more purport was her involvement and then I told others of my schooltime booster and had fun with them.

But how would I say James as we began dating and loving and touch, if I ever did ? It wasn't my break at all but one night we were kissing and notion and his member was out of his drawers for a nice kissing and sucking. He said :"Gosh, Phyllis ! Where did you pick up to do that ?"So I told him…he asked, I told, and he got really hot with my language and it didn't take him long to cum in m mouthpiece. I licked every drop-off and kissed him and tongued him so he could savor himself…just like I had done to Grandpa. James IV and I had all kind of intimate fun and one day he showed me one of his mystery : a pornography telecasting. Well, I loved it ; loved watching others fuck and find and lap up and go down on. Then there were early picture and James and I would reenact what we had seen…different positions…behind, in front, on the face, 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 geartrain and had so many orgrasms he used to express mirth at all the strait I made and kept making during our sex while he had gone all soft for awhile. And I was still the"laugher train,"finally, slowly, coming to perch with feelings in my mind but my body in delightful exhaustion.

Then we saw another television of one char and two guys…it got me so hot to see the men fucking the woman…there were two stiff dick and one wet, hot, dripping bitch and that cunt needed more than one hammer at a meter. This flick really excited me and I wondered about it until James looked at my face and my middle must have been flashing because he got the estimate immediately :'we need More than one stiff cock…YOU need more than my one nice prick 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 cherished his Phyllis to be felicitous but we didn't know another man. There was in fact another male available…but I kept calm down about it. You see, wherever we went in those fourth dimension, even to the drive-in movie, James had his big dog, Jack, along with us. Even when we had sex, Jack was somewhere near. I would reckon at him when St. James the Apostle was fucking me and he just stared at us, the tip of his cock peaking out while he sat and his glossa slipped in and out.

One prison term 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 savor the scene…James working at me and ready to cum and there was Jack. James River looked at me while thrusting and me lifting and he said :"Really ?"I nodded my brain and said :"Why not ?"King James I was suddenly on ardour with the thought and I never had such a fucking as just then. I cried out. Tears were on my cheeks as I came hard. James withdrew and sat back, saying again :"Really ?"I nodded again. James looked over and said :"cum her boy !"It was my turn to palpate a special, secret thrill…it was my secret…about to be revealed as jackass 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 long lick of James River'cock and then another. I laughed and James looked at me in a quizzical way and I stopped laughing.

"Really ?"William James said."What's happened ? Only one word ?"I teased."No,"he said."I want to aid and watch."I adjusted myself and spread my legs, patting my bush and manual laborer came to my body this time, he'd gotten a taste of Jack and was ready for more ! his spit tasting me and I jumped…I always jumped at the first natural language ghost. I patted Jack's head as he licked again…I opened myself, spread out my lips as he licked and licked. I looked at James, taking his manus."Pet me there,"I said and he did…One tongue, one handwriting cuddling, two cocks…one hitch and the other about to thunder out for a serious endorse fucking.

King James I held my merchantman and I pulled Jack on top of me."Help him, James II,"I said and James II 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 snatch."OH GOD I LOVE HIS COCK !'I squealed. James looked at me in amazement…the dog now fucking without help…me lifting my body to each drive, closing my middle, and when closed I was filled with visual modality of other fuckings in my past from former dogs…and laughingstock and, of course of action, grandad. I would tell apart James IV later, maybe, of the other animals but right now it was metre to delight, 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 chest as my torso moved to the thrusts of this mo hard penis in a row.

Our little problem of Phyllis needing more than one stiffly cock had, at to the lowest degree temporarily, been solved. I pulled James to me and diddly-squat walked away and I whispered in his ear some very hot, wet discussion :"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 intimation ; he had never fucked me so hard and I came again ; holding his soundbox on mine squeezing my slit muscular tissue on his cock which softened and withdrew. He was finished for the day…for me…I might give birth handled still another but I didn't tell him. It would hurt his feelings. Another secret !