A write up of stripling sexual love and more… ! By Phyllis and Roger

Boyfriend, James I, and I both grew up in strict milieu, me More 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 former men and so I was raised and protected. James, not so much, being a guy but his home liveliness was also on the hard-and-fast position. Very little hugging and kissing in his home or mine.

We started dating and caught up on our deprived past with hatful of hugging and necking and fondling. The first time he put his deal up my frock and my throb and surprised reaction…my dead body came alive to his touching. I'd played around when I had the prospect away from the paternal glower but this was the first time soul I really cared about had his hands on my cunt. It was very different as his script and fingers were both loving and lustful. All the workforce, fingers and peter and tongues up to my clock time with James were libidinous but fleeting.

My parents, as I said, were hard-and-fast but I used to sneak out on our balcony at night to learn the germ of the sounds 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, yearn and stiffly erect. I could barely trust 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 headland, moving up and down ; Dad's fingerbreadth in her hair and along her cheeks and lifting to her movements ; the guttural 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 wait to try out with myself when Mom and Dad were benumbed or gone to the store.

Thus it was that before my schoolfellow learned anything in school day about such things…and when we did it was spare…I got lessons in human physical body and sexuality and coitus 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 severalize Dad to osculate her breasts…she had nicely shaped titty and when he would buss them Mom looked up at the ceiling with her eyes closed…and when Mom would tell Dad :"Fuck me"he thrust his turncock in her snatch and made her cry out…which was what had attracted me to their elbow room in the first of all place. scamp see, fiddle do…but I didn't have the tools to work with…only my hands and my imaginativeness and my anatomy at the metre was limited, too.

Mom had nice full boob that Dad would hold and work. Mine were just budding but when I felt them it was cracking. Mom had whisker between her ramification and I only had tiny hairlets…I thought of peach fuzz…but it sure felt good to touch myself between my legs. I soon found I was getting wet just feeling myself and that I had the delicious stiffening nub which, when I kept at it, would make my branch shake and I had to incubate my mouth to hold open tranquility. My nights were exciting…both my general anatomy lessons at the window of my parents'way and when I would then lie down and ambition of member and entire breasts and hair's-breadth between my legs. I was anxious to obtain a penis I could suck.

It happened one day completely by accident when I spent part of the summertime at the domicile of grandparents. Grandma was gone for the day and Grandpa was out in the pasture way out of peck when I found the start useable penis. It was a stooge's penis and he had just finished with the female goat. Out in the open was his unwavering phallus, wet with succus and pulsating. Me, Phyllis, the curious educatee, leapt at the chance to touch and suck a tangible penis even though it was a goat's ! I went to the cow pen 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 paw with hay and the other around that penis. It was wet and hot and the goat lifted one leg, chewing away…I stroked that member just like Mom had done to Dad…the Capricorn the Goat's phallus grew some and he kept his leg up.

I was just in my little house frock but had to get closer and on my knees so I took off the garb and put it on the gate and now the caprine animal and I were both naked. I took a mystifying breath, kneeled down, put that penis in my mouth and started licking and sucking. The goat stopped chewing and pulsed in my oral cavity making lilliputian sounds. I guessed I was doing a in effect job. It tasted funny but it was my first chance to suck a phallus and I kept at it.

Then…oh my God…a vocalisation. It was grandpa. He had come around the incline of the barn very quietly and I was so spirit on my labor 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, cheek completely red, my mouth still capable as I released the goat's penis and there was grandpa, his pants unzipped and his penis in his bridge player. My first man's penis ! right field there in forepart 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 head and pulled me to him. The tip of his penis was wet."Lick it off,"he said and I did. It tasted a little salty but it was slippery and prissy. It wasn't Mom and Dad but granddaughter and grandpa…almost like the real affair I had seen.

I had a material man's member at hold up to figure out on and since I was a student of Mom and Dad I reached and felt his clod, took his penis in my early hired hand and started to re-create what Mom had showed me. I rolled my lingua around the knob and stroked his balls. Now grandpa began petting my hair and let me feature free rein. I could experience his knees 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 member which soon throbbed and filled my mouth. Grandpa held my head down on him, I swallowed, and his wet was running down the sides of my mouthpiece there was so much. He lifted me up and kissed me ; holding my naked dead body against him and I felt his remains penis between my legs. I shuddered with pleasance as my short cunt mouth rested on his throbbing cock and for the world-class clip understood why Mom did what she did."You're real number trade good at that,"grandpa said. I guess I had graduated in my anatomy division. It was very secret and I would deliver other secrets that, picayune by little, I would separate James as my stories aroused him. They aroused me too as I would relive the boot of my first off penis. I could still experience my young girl pussy lips rubbing along Grandpa's wet cock. It made me shiver to think of it even now.

It was one of a number of secrets that I would accumulate as I was growing up even if it was a strict upbringing. The thing that is limited about secrets 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 interest 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 defect at all but one Nox we were kissing and feeling and his penis was out of his pants for a nice smooching and suck. 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 Holy Writ and it didn't take him long to cum in m mouth. I licked every fall and kissed him and tongued him so he could savour himself…just like I had done to grandpa. James and I had all kinds of sexual fun and one day he showed me one of his secrets : a smut picture. Well, I loved it ; loved watching others fuck and palpate and lick and suck. Then there were other videos and Saint James and I would enact what we had seen…different positions…behind, in forepart, on the incline, him on top, me on top…it was all thrilling and neither of us ever had any worry : him cuming and me orgasming and while he could basically cum once or then later on twice, well I was a runaway wagon train and had so many orgrasms he used to express mirth at all the phone I made and kept making during our sex while he had gone all flaccid for awhile. And I was still the"runaway string,"finally, slowly, coming to repose with feelings in my judgement but my body in delightful 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 stiff cocks and one wet, hot, dripping cunt and that snatch needed more than one tool at a metre. This film really excited me and I wondered about it until James looked at my face and my eyes must have been flashing because he got the idea immediately :'we need more than one cadaver cock…YOU need more than my one nice cock 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 tranquillity about it. You see, wherever we went in those times, 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 attend at him when James was fucking me and he just stared at us, the tip of his putz peaking out while he sat and his tongue slipped in and out.

One clock time James was at me, getting me totally hot and I got brave and said :"flavour at old squat,"and he did. There was old salt seeming to enjoy the scene…James working at me and gear up to cum and there was Jack. James IV looked at me while thrusting and me lifting and he said :"Really ?"I nodded my school principal and said :"Why not ?"James was suddenly on fire with the thought and I never had such a ass as just then. I cried out. teardrop were on my impudence as I came hard. James I withdrew and sat back, saying again :"Really ?"I nodded again. James looked over and said :"cum her boy !"It was my turning to feel a special, 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 St. James and down my cunt along my ass cheeks. Jack took a farsighted poke of Jesse James'cock and then another. I laughed and 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 spread my pegleg, patting my crotch hair and Jack came to my torso this clock time, he'd gotten a taste of Jack and was ready for more than ! his glossa tasting me and I jumped…I always jumped at the first tongue tactile sensation. I patted labourer's head as he licked again…I opened myself, spread my brim as he licked and licked. I looked at Saint James, taking his hand."Pet me there,"I said and he did…One clapper, one hired hand petting, two cocks…one limp and the other about to roar out for a life-threatening second fucking.

James held my bottom and I pulled jackfruit on top of me."assistance him, James River,"I said and King James I took the bow-wow cock, rubbed my cunt sassing with it as Jack…good old Jack…knew exactly what to do…scooting forward and plunging into my cunt."OH GOD I dear HIS peter !'I squealed. Epistle of James looked at me in amazement…the dog now fucking without help…me lifting my body to each poking, closing my optic, and when closed I was filled with visions of other nooky in my yesteryear from other dogs…and goats and, of course, grandpa. I would tell James later, maybe, of the former animals but right now it was metre to savour, and I did. Jack kept at me and at me, he was a very soil dog thank you ! and I was crying and groaning and King James I stroking my breasts as my body moved to the poking of this moment tough phallus in a row.

Our lilliputian problem of Phyllis needing to a greater extent than one steadfast turncock 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 rooster to me and he took the hint ; he had never fucked me so hard and I came again ; holding his consistence on mine squeezing my bitch muscle on his cock which softened and withdrew. He was finished for the day…for me…I might have handled still another but I didn't tell him. It would anguish his impression. Another secret !