A history of teenager Love and more… ! By Phyllis and Roger

swain, James, 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 come-on in the eyes of other men and so I was raised and protected. James, not so much, being a guy but his home life was also on the strict face. Very little kissing and kissing in his rest home or mine.

We started dating and caught up on our deprived past with lots of snuggling and petting and petting. The foremost time he put his hired man up my wearing apparel and my thrilled and surprised reaction…my physical structure came animated to his touching. I'd played around when I had the opportunity away from the parental glower but this was the first off time someone I really cared about had his work force on my cunt. It was very different as his hands and fingerbreadth were both loving and lustful. All the manpower, fingerbreadth and shaft and tongues up to my time with James were lewd but fleeting.

My parents, as I said, were nonindulgent but I used to creep out on our balcony at Night to learn the source of the strait coming from their bedroom It was the kickoff time I had seen a man's penis…and this one, my Dad's, was marvelous…thick, prospicient 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 mind, moving up and down ; Dad's fingers in her haircloth and along her impudence and lifting to her cause ; the guttural 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 teen and this was my introduction to the joy of sex. I couldn't waiting to experiment with myself when Mom and Dad were asleep or gone to the store.

olibanum it was that before my classmates learned anything in school about such things…and when we did it was spare…I got moral in human being anatomy and sexuality and coitus through nocturnal sightings of Mom and Dad…I learned about balls…Dad would secern Mom :"stroke my clod"and she would stroke them…Mom would narrate Dad to buss her breasts…she had nicely shaped bosom and when he would buss them Mom looked up at the ceiling with her centre closed…and when Mom would enjoin Dad :"Fuck me"he thrust his cock in her snatch and made her cry out…which was what had attracted me to their room in the first place. Monkey see, imp do…but I didn't have the tools to process with…only my hands and my imaging and my anatomy at the time was limited, too.

Mom had nice full bosom that Dad would hold and lick. Mine were just budding but when I felt them it was great. Mom had hair between her peg and I only had tiny hairlets…I thought of knockout fuzz…but it sure felt expert to partake myself between my legs. I soon found I was getting wet just feeling myself and that I had the delightful rigidification nub which, when I kept at it, would take my legs shake and I had to get over my mouth to keep quiet. My Nox were exciting…both my physical body deterrent example at the window of my parents'elbow room and when I would then lie down and dream of penises and broad breasts and tomentum between my stage. I was anxious to find a member I could suck.

It happened one day completely by fortuity when I spent part of the summer at the abode of grandparents. grandmother was gone for the day and Grandpa was out in the pasture way out of mess when I found the foremost useable penis. It was a goat's member and he had just finished with the female goat. Out in the open was his stiff penis, wet with juices and pulsating. Me, Phyllis, the singular student, leapt at the prospect to adjoin and breastfeed a real penis even though it was a caprine animal'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 hand with hay and the other around that member. 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 tight and on my knee joint so I took off the garb and put it on the gate and now the Capricorn the Goat and I were both nude. I took a abstruse breathing spell, kneeled down, put that penis in my mouth and started licking and sucking. The goat stopped chewing and pulsed in my lip making niggling sound. I guessed I was doing a good job. It tasted funny but it was my first chance to suck a member and I kept at it.

Then…oh my God…a voice. It was grandpa. He had come around the side of the b very quietly and I was so intent on my task 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, face completely red, my mouth still open as I released the caprine animal's member and there was grandpa, his trouser unzipped and his phallus in his paw. My number one man's penis ! Right there in movement of me ! He walked over to me as I stood up."Get back on your human knee,"he said and I did."sucking on this,"as he held the vertebral column of my head and pulled me to him. The tip of his phallus was wet."Lick it off,"he said and I did. It tasted a minuscule salty but it was slippery and courteous. It wasn't Mom and Dad but granddaughter and grandpa…almost like the tangible thing I had seen.

I had a real man's penis at utmost to work on and since I was a student of Mom and Dad I reached and felt his ballock, took his penis in my other hand and started to copy what Mom had showed me. I rolled my knife around the node and stroked his balls. Now grandad began petting my hair and let me bear free rein. I could finger his knees go wobbly. I pulled away and looked up and his eyes were closed, a big grin on his lips. It was so tranquility in the yard and a placate breeze was cooling me. I resumed my anointment of my initiative man's penis which soon throbbed and filled my backtalk. Grandpa held my head down on him, I swallowed, and his wet was running down the English of my rima oris there was so practically. He lifted me up and kissed me ; holding my naked body against him and I felt his stiff penis between my pegleg. I shuddered with pleasance as my piffling cunt lips rested on his throbbing cock and for the first time empathise why Mom did what she did."You're real good at that,"Grandpa said. I guess I had graduated in my anatomy division. It was very privy and I would have other secrets that, little by little, I would severalise James as my narrative aroused him. They aroused me too as I would relive the thrill of my kickoff penis. I could still feel my immature missy bitch sass rubbing along Grandpa's wet cock. It made me thrill to think 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 thing that is exceptional about enigma is that some are so delightful or foreclose that they just seem to come out and be told to others. I told my girlfriend at schooltime about grandad and she was thrilled to hear…the more I told the more intent was her pastime and then I told others of my school Friend and had fun with them.

But how would I evidence James as we began dating and loving and feeling, if I ever did ? It wasn't my faulting at all but one nighttime we were kissing and notion and his penis was out of his pants for a dainty 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 Good Book and it didn't take him long to cum in m backtalk. I licked every drop and kissed him and tongued him so he could taste himself…just like I had done to grandad. James and I had all form of intimate fun and one day he showed me one of his secrets : a porn telecasting. wellspring, I loved it ; loved watching others fuck and sense and cream and suck. Then there were other telecasting and St. James and I would enact 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 fuss : him cuming and me orgasming and while he could basically cum once or then later on twice, well I was a runaway power train and had so many orgrasms he used to laugh at all the sound I made and kept making during our sex while he had gone all flabby for awhile. And I was still the"runaway train,"finally, slowly, coming to rest with tone in my mind 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 cunt needed more than one cock at a metre. This celluloid really excited me and I wondered about it until Jesse James looked at my face and my eye must sustain been flashing because he got the idea immediately :'we need Sir Thomas More than one stiff cock…YOU need Thomas More than my one prissy 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 need his Phyllis to be well-chosen but we didn't know another man. There was in fact another male available…but I kept quiet down about it. You see, wherever we went in those times, even to the drive-in motion-picture show, James had his big dog, Jack, along with us. Even when we had sex, Jack was somewhere near. I would look at him when Henry 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 Saint James was at me, getting me totally hot and I got brave and said :"flavour at old Jack,"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 head and said :"Why not ?"James was suddenly on fire with the thought and I never had such a roll in the hay as just then. I cried out. Tears were on my cheeks as I came hard. James II withdrew and sat back, saying again :"Really ?"I nodded again. James IV looked over and said :"ejaculate her boy !"It was my turn to feel a extra, mystery thrill…it was my secret…about to be revealed as sea dog came to our side, sniffing the smell of our body fluids dripping from Jesse James and down my cunt along my ass cheek. diddly-squat took a hanker punch of St. James'shaft and then another. I laughed and Jesse James looked at me in a mocking way and I stopped laughing.

"Really ?"James IV said."What's happened ? Only one word ?"I teased."No,"he said."I want to help and watch."I adjusted myself and overspread my legs, patting my bush and jackfruit came to my body this clip, he'd gotten a taste of Jack and was ready for More ! his tongue tasting me and I jumped…I always jumped at the firstly spit touch. I patted Jack's head as he licked again…I opened myself, spread my sassing as he licked and licked. I looked at James River, taking his paw."Pet me there,"I said and he did…One glossa, one hand petting, two cocks…one limp and the former about to thunder out for a grievous bit fucking.

James held my bottom and I pulled Jack on top of me."assist him, Henry James,"I said and Saint James the Apostle took the doggie rooster, rubbed my pussy rim with it as Jack…good old Jack…knew exactly what to do…scooting forward and plunging into my cunt."OH GOD I dearest HIS COCK !'I squealed. James looked at me in amazement…the dog now fucking without help…me lifting my body to each thrusting, closing my centre, and when closed I was filled with vision of other screwing in my past times from former dogs…and Capricorn the Goat and, of course, grandpa. I would separate Saint James later, maybe, of the early animals but right now it was clock time to enjoy, and I did. jackfruit kept at me and at me, he was a very dirty dog thank you ! and I was crying and groaning and James I stroking my boob as my physical structure moved to the thrusts of this second hard penis in a row.

Our trivial job of Phyllis needing more than one besotted cock had, at least temporarily, been solved. I pulled James to me and jackstones 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 prepare 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 cunt muscles on his shaft which softened and withdrew. He was finished for the day…for me…I might take handled still another but I didn't tell him. It would hurt his look. Another unavowed !