A storey of Teen erotic love and more… ! By Phyllis and Roger

young man, James, and I both grew up in nonindulgent surroundings, 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 optic of other men and so I was raised and protected. James River, not so a lot, being a guy but his home life was also on the strict side. Very little hugging and necking in his house or mine.

We started dating and caught up on our deprived past with tons of snuggling and hugging and cuddling. The first clip he put his hand up my dress and my thrilled and surprise reaction…my dead body came live to his touching. I'd played around when I had the chance away from the parental glare but this was the number one time soul I really cared about had his handwriting on my cunt. It was very different as his hands and fingerbreadth were both loving and lustful. All the workforce, finger and cocks and tongues up to my time with Jesse James were lustful but fleeting.

My parents, as I said, were strict but I used to sneak out on our balcony at Nox to learn the beginning of the phone coming from their bedchamber It was the first fourth dimension I had seen a man's penis…and this one, my Dad's, was marvelous…thick, long and rigidly 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 promontory, moving up and down ; Dad's fingerbreadth in her haircloth and along her cheeks and lifting to her movements ; the croaky sounds he made and then the white fluid oozing from Mom's sassing as she sat up and smiled…I mean I was barely a teen and this was my intro to the joy of sex. I couldn't time lag to experiment with myself when Mom and Dad were asleep or gone to the store.

thus it was that before my schoolfellow learned anything in school about such things…and when we did it was spare…I got example in homo anatomy and sexuality and coitus through nocturnal sightings of Mom and Dad…I learned about balls…Dad would evidence Mom :"stroke my balls"and she would stroke them…Mom would differentiate Dad to kiss her breasts…she had nicely shaped breasts and when he would buss them Mom looked up at the roof with her eye closed…and when Mom would tell apart Dad :"screwing me"he thrust his cock in her cunt and made her cry out…which was what had attracted me to their room in the first place. Monkey see, monkey do…but I didn't have the tools to work with…only my hands and my resource and my anatomy at the time was limited, too.

Mom had nice wide tit that Dad would hold and drub. Mine were just budding but when I felt them it was great. Mom had hairsbreadth between her legs and I only had midget hairlets…I thinking of Prunus persica fuzz…but it sure as shooting 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 stool my legs shake and I had to traverse my rima oris to keep back repose. My nights were exciting…both my anatomy moral at the window of my parents'room and when I would then lie down and dream of penises and full breasts and whisker between my pegleg. I was anxious to find a penis I could suck.

It happened one day completely by stroke when I spent part of the summer at the household of grandparents. grandmother was gone for the day and grandpa was out in the pasture way out of sight when I found the first useable penis. It was a stooge's member and he had just finished with the female goat. Out in the open was his stiff penis, wet with juice and pulsating. Me, Phyllis, the curious educatee, leapt at the chance to touch and fellate a real 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 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 member grew some and he kept his leg up.

I was just in my short menage dress but had to get closer and on my knee so I took off the dress and put it on the gate and now the goat and I were both defenseless. I took a bass intimation, kneeled down, put that phallus in my backtalk and started licking and sucking. The goat stopped chewing and pulsed in my mouth making little sounds. I guessed I was doing a respectable job. It tasted funny but it was my first chance to take up a member 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 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, cheek completely red, my mouth still open as I released the goat's penis and there was grandpa, his pants unzipped and his penis in his handwriting. My foremost man's penis ! Right there in front of me ! He walked over to me as I stood up."Get back on your human knee,"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."lap it off,"he said and I did. It tasted a fiddling salty but it was slippery and overnice. It wasn't Mom and Dad but granddaughter and grandpa…almost like the real thing I had seen.

I had a real man's penis at final to work on and since I was a bookman of Mom and Dad I reached and felt his testicle, took his penis in my former hand and started to re-create what Mom had showed me. I rolled my natural language around the node and stroked his clod. Now Grandpa began petting my hair's-breadth and let me induce unloose rein. I could finger his knee joint go wobbly. I pulled away and looked up and his heart were closed, a big smile on his lips. It was so serenity in the grand and a gentle duck soup was cooling me. I resumed my anointment of my first man's phallus which soon throbbed and filled my mouth. Grandpa held my head down on him, I swallowed, and his wet was running down the slope of my oral cavity there was so much. He lifted me up and kissed me ; holding my au naturel body against him and I felt his firm phallus between my legs. I shuddered with pleasure as my little slit lips rested on his throbbing cock and for the first time realise why Mom did what she did."You're real trade good at that,"grandpa said. I guess I had graduated in my form class. It was very unavowed and I would feature other secrets that, minuscule by petty, I would tell James as my stories aroused him. They aroused me too as I would live over the shudder of my first off member. I could still feel my young fille puss lips rubbing along Grandpa's wet tool. It made me shiver to think of it even now.

It was one of a phone number of secret that I would accumulate as I was growing up even if it was a nonindulgent upbringing. The thing that is special about secrets is that some are so delightful or preclude that they just seem to come out and be told to others. I told my lady friend at school about grandad and she was thrilled to hear…the more I told the more intent was her interest and then I told others of my school Friend and had fun with them.

But how would I differentiate King James as we began dating and loving and feeling, if I ever did ? It wasn't my fracture at all but one night we were kissing and touch sensation and his phallus was out of his pants for a decent kissing and sucking. He said :"Gosh, Phyllis ! Where did you instruct 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 cloth and kissed him and tongued him so he could taste himself…just like I had done to gramps. Jesse James and I had all kinds of sexual fun and one day he showed me one of his secrets : a porno picture. Well, I loved it ; loved watching others fuck and experience and work out and suck. Then there were other picture and King James I and I would enact what we had seen…different positions…behind, in front, on the incline, 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 train and had so many orgrasms he used to laugh at all the strait I made and kept making during our sex while he had gone all voiced for awhile. And I was still the"runaway train,"finally, slowly, coming to rest with feelings in my psyche but my eubstance in delightful exhaustion.

Then we saw another TV of one womanhood and two guys…it got me so hot to see the men fucking the woman…there were two stiffly stopcock and one wet, hot, dripping slit and that cunt needed Sir Thomas More than one pecker at a time. This film really excited me and I wondered about it until James looked at my case and my center must have been flashing because he got the approximation immediately :'we need Sir Thomas More than one corpse cock…YOU need More than my one nice cock can cater at a fourth dimension when you need more cock.'

We watched that video again, fucked again, and then as we were cooling, thought about what to do…James treasured his Phyllis to be happy but we didn't know another man. There was in fact another male available…but I kept subdued about it. You see, wherever we went in those times, even to the drive-in motion-picture show, Saint James had his big dog, laborer, along with us. Even when we had sex, diddlyshit was somewhere near. I would search at him when James was fucking me and he just stared at us, the tip of his hammer peaking out while he sat and his tongue slipped in and out.

One meter James was at me, getting me totally hot and I got brave and said :"looking at at old Jack,"and he did. There was doodly-squat seeming to enjoy 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 head and said :"Why not ?"James I was suddenly on fire with the view and I never had such a fucking as just then. I cried out. Tears were on my boldness as I came hard. James withdrew and sat back, saying again :"Really ?"I nodded again. Jesse James looked over and said :"cum her boy !"It was my go to feel a extra, hush-hush thrill…it was my secret…about to be revealed as gob came to our side, sniffing the aroma of our consistence fluids dripping from Saint James and down my cunt along my ass cheeks. Jack took a long lick of James'prick and then another. I laughed and James looked at me in a mocking way and I stopped laughing.

"Really ?"James said."What's happened ? Only one intelligence ?"I teased."No,"he said."I want to help and watch."I adjusted myself and go around my legs, patting my bush and jackass came to my body this clock time, he'd gotten a taste of diddlyshit and was ready for More ! his tongue tasting me and I jumped…I always jumped at the showtime glossa tactile sensation. I patted Jack's head as he licked again…I opened myself, circularize my lips as he licked and licked. I looked at Saint James the Apostle, taking his hired hand."Pet me there,"I said and he did…One tongue, one helping hand petting, two cocks…one limp and the early about to ululate out for a serious second fucking.

James held my buns and I pulled Jack on top of me."help him, James,"I said and James took the doggie shaft, rubbed my cunt rim with it as Jack…good old Jack…knew exactly what to do…scooting forward and plunging into my cunt."OH GOD I sexual love HIS COCK !'I squealed. St. James looked at me in amazement…the dog now fucking without help…me lifting my body to each jab, closing my eyes, and when closed I was filled with visual sense of other shtup in my past tense from early dogs…and laughingstock and, of row, grandad. I would tell Jesse James later, maybe, of the other animals but right now it was metre to savor, 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 King James stroking my boob as my torso moved to the jabbing of this second arduous phallus in a row.

Our little problem of Phyllis needing to a greater extent than one stiff pecker had, at least temporarily, been solved. I pulled James II to me and Jack walked away and I whispered in his ear some very hot, wet Good Book :"Thank you."I reached down and Epistle of James was hard again ! And I was still ready for another ride…stroking his rooster to me and he took the intimation ; he had never fucked me so hard and I came again ; holding his body on mine squeezing my cunt muscle on his cock which softened and withdrew. He was finished for the day…for me…I might cause handled still another but I didn't tell him. It would hurt his look. Another hugger-mugger !