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

Boyfriend, Epistle of James, and I both grew up in strict surround, me more than him. Me. Phyllis, a pert, perky, sweet, pretty distaff had to be carefully watched as I was perceived by parents as bait in the heart of early men and so I was raised and protected. James River, not so a good deal, being a guy but his abode aliveness was also on the strict side. Very short 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 hugging. The outset time he put his hand up my dress and my thrilled and surprise reaction…my torso came live to his touching. I'd played around when I had the probability away from the parental blaze but this was the commencement time somebody I really cared about had his handwriting on my cunt. It was very different as his work force and fingers were both loving and lusty. All the manus, finger and cocks and tongues up to my clock time with James were lustful but fleeting.

My parents, as I said, were rigorous but I used to sneak out on our balcony at Nox to learn the root of the sounds coming from their bedroom It was the initiatory 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 head, moving up and down ; Dad's fingerbreadth in her hair and along her cheeks and lifting to her bowel movement ; the croaky sounds he made and then the whiteness fluid oozing from Mom's lips as she sat up and smiled…I mean I was barely a teen and this was my creation 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 school about such things…and when we did it was spare…I got lessons in human frame and sex and coitus through nocturnal sightings of Mom and Dad…I learned about balls…Dad would differentiate Mom :"stroke my ball"and she would stroke them…Mom would distinguish Dad to kiss her breasts…she had nicely shaped bosom and when he would osculate them Mom looked up at the roof with her heart closed…and when Mom would tell Dad :"Fuck me"he thrust his pecker in her cunt and made her cry out…which was what had attracted me to their elbow room in the first gear place. imp see, monkey do…but I didn't have the tools to work with…only my mitt and my imaginativeness and my anatomy at the clip was limited, too.

Mom had nice broad tit that Dad would take and lap. Mine were just budding but when I felt them it was great. Mom had hair between her legs and I only had lilliputian hairlets…I intellection of lulu fuzz…but it sure felt upright to reach myself between my ramification. 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 oral cavity to keep repose. My dark were exciting…both my anatomy lessons at the window of my parents'room and when I would then lie down and dream of phallus and good tit and hairsbreadth between my legs. I was anxious to happen a penis I could suck.

It happened one day completely by accident when I spent portion of the summer at the home of grandparents. Grandma was gone for the day and Grandpa was out in the lea way out of raft when I found the commencement available penis. It was a butt's penis and he had just finished with the female person goat. Out in the open was his crocked phallus, wet with juice and pulsating. Me, Phyllis, the curious student, leapt at the chance to touch and imbibe a existent 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 phallus still out and dripping. I reached down and took hold…one hired man with hay and the other 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 wearing apparel but had to get closer and on my knees so I took off the frock and put it on the gate and now the Goat and I were both raw. I took a rich breathing space, kneeled down, put that penis in my mouth and started licking and sucking. The goat stopped chewing and pulsed in my mouth making trivial sounds. I guessed I was doing a thoroughly job. It tasted funny but it was my first probability to soak up a penis and I kept at it.

Then…oh my God…a articulation. It was grandpa. He had come around the side of meat of the b very quietly and I was so intent on my undertaking I hadn't noticed. How long he had watched I didn't know but he said :"If you like that one, try this one."I looked up, human face completely red, my oral cavity still open as I released the goat's penis and there was grandpa, his pants unzipped and his penis in his hand. My low man's member ! rightfulness there in front of me ! He walked over to me as I stood up."Get back on your stifle,"he said and I did."sucking on this,"as he held the back of my fountainhead and pulled me to him. The tip of his penis was wet."lap it off,"he said and I did. It tasted a slight salty but it was slippery and courteous. It wasn't Mom and Dad but granddaughter and grandpa…almost like the real thing I had seen.

I had a tangible man's penis at live on to work on and since I was a scholar of Mom and Dad I reached and felt his chunk, took his penis in my other bridge player and started to copy what Mom had showed me. I rolled my tongue around the knob and stroked his balls. Now Grandpa began petting my fuzz and let me have destitute rein. I could feel his knees go wobbly. I pulled away and looked up and his eyes were closed, a big grin on his backtalk. It was so quiet in the one thousand and a gentle breeze was cooling me. I resumed my anointment of my first man's penis which soon throbbed and filled my oral fissure. Grandpa held my head down on him, I swallowed, and his wet was running down the sides of my mouth there was so lots. He lifted me up and kissed me ; holding my naked body against him and I felt his smashed penis between my peg. I shuddered with pleasure as my trivial cunt lips rested on his throbbing cock and for the first fourth dimension realise why Mom did what she did."You're real good at that,"Grandpa said. I guess I had graduated in my material body class. It was very hush-hush and I would own other enigma that, little by little, I would tell James as my stories aroused him. They aroused me too as I would relive the chill of my first phallus. I could still feel my young little girl snatch lips rubbing along grandpa's wet cock. It made me thrill to think of it even now.

It was one of a turn of secrets that I would accumulate as I was growing up even if it was a stern upbringing. The thing that is special about closed book is that some are so delightful or forbidden that they just seem to hail 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 school friends and had fun with them.

But how would I tell James as we began dating and loving and feeling, if I ever did ? It wasn't my fault at all but one Night we were kissing and feeling and his penis was out of his pants for a skillful kissing and sucking. He said :"Gosh, Phyllis ! Where did you find out 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 oral cavity. I licked every drop and kissed him and tongued him so he could sample himself…just like I had done to grandfather. James and I had all sort of intimate fun and one day he showed me one of his secrets : a porn television. Well, I loved it ; loved watching others fuck and sense and work and suck. Then there were other videos and Saint James the Apostle and I would enact what we had seen…different positions…behind, in front, on the side of meat, 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 string 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 rest with feelings in my mind but my eubstance in delicious exhaustion.

Then we saw another telecasting of one cleaning lady and two guys…it got me so hot to see the men fucking the woman…there were two stiff cocks and one wet, hot, dripping cunt and that cunt needed more than one cock at a clip. This picture show really excited me and I wondered about it until St. James looked at my brass and my oculus must receive been flashing because he got the mind immediately :'we need more than one remains cock…YOU need more than my one nice cock can provide at a time when you need to a greater extent 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 person available…but I kept quiet about it. You see, wherever we went in those meter, even to the drive-in film, Jesse James had his big dog, shit, along with us. Even when we had sex, Jack was somewhere near. I would look at him when James IV was fucking me and he just stared at us, the tip of his cock peaking out while he sat and his lingua slipped in and out.

One meter James was at me, getting me totally hot and I got brave and said :"flavour at old Jack,"and he did. There was jackass seeming to relish 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 was suddenly on fire with the cerebration and I never had such a shag as just then. I cried out. split were on my cheeks as I came hard. William James withdrew and sat back, saying again :"Really ?"I nodded again. James IV looked over and said :"come her boy !"It was my turn to finger a extra, secret thrill…it was my secret…about to be revealed as Jack came to our side, sniffing the smell of our body fluids dripping from Jesse James and down my puss 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 ?"Henry James said."What's happened ? Only one word ?"I teased."No,"he said."I want to help and watch."I adjusted myself and spread my legs, patting my Dubya and Jack came to my body this clock time, he'd gotten a taste of seafarer and was ready for more ! his tongue tasting me and I jumped…I always jumped at the first tongue touch. I patted jack's head teacher as he licked again…I opened myself, unfold my brim as he licked and licked. I looked at King James, taking his helping hand."Pet me there,"I said and he did…One tongue, one hand fondling, two cocks…one hitch and the early about to roar out for a serious second fucking.

James held my bottom and I pulled mariner on top of me."avail him, James,"I said and James took the doggie dick, rubbed my puss lips with it as Jack…good old Jack…knew exactly what to do…scooting forward and plunging into my pussy."OH GOD I dear HIS COCK !'I squealed. James looked at me in amazement…the dog now fucking without help…me lifting my body to each thrust, closing my eyes, and when closed I was filled with visual sensation of other fuckings in my yesteryear from other dogs…and Capricorn the Goat and, of course of study, grandpa. I would tell James later, maybe, of the other animals but right now it was clock time to relish, and I did. jackfruit kept at me and at me, he was a very soiled dog thank you ! and I was crying and groaning and James stroking my breasts as my body moved to the thrusts of this second hard member in a row.

Our petty problem of Phyllis needing more than one stiff cock had, at least temporarily, been solved. I pulled James IV 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 punishing and I came again ; holding his trunk on mine squeezing my cunt muscles 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 William Tell him. It would anguish his feelings. Another confidential !