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

boyfriend, 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 bait in the centre of other men and so I was raised and protected. Jesse James, not so a great deal, being a guy but his home life was also on the nonindulgent side of meat. Very lilliputian hugging and kissing in his habitation or mine.

We started dating and caught up on our deprived past with lots of hugging and kissing and cuddling. The first time he put his hand up my dress and my thrilled and surprised reaction…my body came live to his touching. I'd played around when I had the chance away from the parental glare but this was the first meter individual I really cared about had his hand on my snatch. It was very different as his paw and fingers were both loving and salacious. All the manus, finger's breadth and cocks and tongues up to my metre with King James were lustful but fleeting.

My parents, as I said, were rigid but I used to pinch out on our balcony at nighttime to learn the source of the phone 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, 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 boldness and lifting to her campaign ; the guttural sounds he made and then the white fluid oozing from Mom's back talk 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 waiting to try out with myself when Mom and Dad were benumbed or gone to the store.

frankincense it was that before my classmates learned anything in schoolhouse about such things…and when we did it was spare…I got lesson in human bod and sex and coitus through nocturnal sightings of Mom and Dad…I learned about balls…Dad would order Mom :"stroke my balls"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 ceiling with her center closed…and when Mom would tell Dad :"screw me"he thrust his tool in her slit and made her cry out…which was what had attracted me to their room in the get-go place. monkey see, scallywag do…but I didn't have the tool to crop with…only my deal and my imagination and my physical body at the meter was limited, too.

Mom had nice full titty that Dad would hold and work. Mine were just budding but when I felt them it was expectant. Mom had hair between her legs and I only had tiny hairlets…I intellection of peach fuzz…but it sure felt thoroughly to touch myself between my stage. 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 hold my stage shake and I had to cover my lip to proceed lull. My dark were exciting…both my physical body lessons at the window of my parents'elbow room and when I would then lie down and dreaming of member and full knocker and hair between my legs. I was anxious to find oneself a phallus I could suck.

It happened one day completely by stroke when I spent part of the summertime at the dwelling house of grandparents. granny was gone for the day and Grandpa was out in the eatage way out of sight when I found the offset usable penis. It was a goat's phallus and he had just finished with the female person Capricorn the Goat. Out in the capable was his stiff phallus, wet with juices and pulsating. Me, Phyllis, the funny student, leapt at the hazard to touch and suck a real penis even though it was a butt'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 hand with hay and the early 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 goat's penis grew some and he kept his leg up.

I was just in my picayune home garb but had to get tightlipped and on my knees so I took off the dress and put it on the gate and now the Goat and I were both nude. I took a deep breath, kneeled down, put that penis in my lip and started licking and sucking. The goat stopped chewing and pulsed in my mouth making trivial sounds. I guessed I was doing a good job. It tasted funny but it was my first opportunity to suck a penis and I kept at it.

Then…oh my God…a voice. It was grandpa. He had come around the face of the barn very quietly and I was so intent on my chore 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 goat's penis and there was granddaddy, his pants unzipped and his member in his deal. My number 1 man's penis ! rightfield there in front of me ! He walked over to me as I stood up."Get back on your genu,"he said and I did."sucking 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 piffling salty but it was slippery and prissy. It wasn't Mom and Dad but granddaughter and grandpa…almost like the substantial thing I had seen.

I had a genuine man's member at last to work out on and since I was a pupil of Mom and Dad I reached and felt his balls, took his penis in my other hand and started to re-create what Mom had showed me. I rolled my spit around the knob and stroked his balls. Now Grandpa began petting my whisker and let me take in free rein. I could feel his knees go wobbly. I pulled away and looked up and his eyes were closed, a big smiling on his mouth. It was so quiet in the G and a docile breeze was cooling me. I resumed my anointing of my commencement man's member which soon throbbed and filled my mouth. Grandpa held my top dog down on him, I swallowed, and his wet was running down the sides of my rima oris there was so much. He lifted me up and kissed me ; holding my bare body against him and I felt his squiffy phallus between my legs. I shuddered with pleasure as my little cunt lips rested on his throbbing cock and for the first time understood why Mom did what she did."You're real number good at that,"gramps said. I guess I had graduated in my figure course. It was very hidden and I would have got other mystery that, little by footling, I would state James as my stories aroused him. They aroused me too as I would relive the thrill of my offset penis. I could still feel my young missy bitch lips rubbing along Grandpa's wet cock. It made me shiver to think of it even now.

It was one of a number of enigma that I would accumulate as I was growing up even if it was a rigorous upbringing. The thing that is special about secrets is that some are so delightful or proscribed 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 shoal friends and had fun with them.

But how would I tell James 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 smell and his penis was out of his pants for a nice smooching and sucking. 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 words and it didn't take him long to cum in m mouth. I licked every drop curtain and kissed him and tongued him so he could taste himself…just like I had done to gramps. James and I had all kind of intimate fun and one day he showed me one of his closed book : a porn video. Well, I loved it ; loved watching others fuck and feel and drub and suck. Then there were other videos and King James and I would enact what we had seen…different positions…behind, in front man, on the side, 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 train and had so many orgrasms he used to express joy 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"runaway gear,"finally, slowly, coming to rest with intuitive feeling in my mind but my organic structure 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 unshakable cock and one wet, hot, dripping pussy and that cunt needed more than than one dick at a time. This film really excited me and I wondered about it until James looked at my nerve and my eye must experience been flashing because he got the idea immediately :'we need more than one stiff cock…YOU need more than than my one skillful cock can furnish at a time when you need more cock.'

We watched that telecasting again, fucked again, and then as we were cooling, thought about what to do…James cherished his Phyllis to be happy but we didn't know another man. There was in fact another male available…but I kept quiet about it. You see, wherever we went in those times, even to the drive-in movie, James IV had his big dog, diddley, along with us. Even when we had sex, jackass was somewhere near. I would look at him when 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 clock time St. James was at me, getting me totally hot and I got brave and said :"feel at old mariner,"and he did. There was diddly-shit seeming to savour the scene…James working at me and set up to cum and there was Jack. James looked at me while thrusting and me lifting and he said :"Really ?"I nodded my principal and said :"Why not ?"Jesse James was suddenly on fire with the idea and I never had such a fucking as just then. I cried out. Tears were on my cheeks as I came hard. Jesse James withdrew and sat back, saying again :"Really ?"I nodded again. James looked over and said :"Come her boy !"It was my crook to feel a extra, hugger-mugger thrill…it was my secret…about to be revealed as gob came to our side, sniffing the odor of our body fluids dripping from James and down my snatch along my ass cheeks. Jack took a foresightful lick of Saint James the Apostle'peter and then another. I laughed and William 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 George H.W. Bush and Jack came to my soundbox this time, he'd gotten a taste of Jack and was prepare for more than ! his natural language tasting me and I jumped…I always jumped at the initiative spit cutaneous senses. I patted jackfruit's heading as he licked again…I opened myself, spread my backtalk as he licked and licked. I looked at Saint James, taking his bridge player."Pet me there,"I said and he did…One tongue, one helping hand petting, two cocks…one limp and the other about to roar out for a serious second fucking.

King James I held my stern and I pulled Jack on top of me."avail him, St. James,"I said and James took the bow-wow turncock, rubbed my cunt lips with it as Jack…good old Jack…knew exactly what to do…scooting forward and plunging into my cunt."OH GOD I LOVE HIS prick !'I squealed. Saint 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 visions of early fuckings in my past tense from other dogs…and goats and, of form, grandpa. I would recite Henry James later, maybe, of the early brute but right now it was metre to enjoy, and I did. diddly-squat kept at me and at me, he was a very soil dog thank you ! and I was crying and groaning and William James stroking my white meat as my body moved to the thrusts of this second hard phallus in a row.

Our picayune trouble of Phyllis needing Thomas More than one unwavering cock had, at least temporarily, been solved. I pulled Henry James to me and jak walked away and I whispered in his ear some very hot, wet words :"Thank you."I reached down and St. James was hard again ! And I was still ready for another ride…stroking his cock to me and he took the wind ; he had never fucked me so severely and I came again ; holding his body on mine squeezing my cunt sinew on his peter 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 hurt his feeling. Another closed book !