A news report of adolescent dear and more… ! By Phyllis and Roger

swain, St. James the Apostle, 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 eyes of other men and so I was raised and protected. James, not so much, being a guy but his family life was also on the rigid side. Very little hugging and petting in his domicile or mine.

We started dating and caught up on our deprived past with lots of smooching and kissing and cuddling. The first off clip he put his hand up my dress and my exhilarate and surprised reaction…my consistency came awake to his touching. I'd played around when I had the chance away from the parental brilliance but this was the first time someone I really cared about had his hands on my cunt. It was very different as his hands and digit were both loving and lewd. All the hand, fingers and dick and tongues up to my time with James were lubricious but fleeting.

My parents, as I said, were rigorous but I used to filch out on our balcony at Nox to acquire the germ of the sounds coming from their bedroom It was the start time I had seen a man's penis…and this one, my Dad's, was marvelous…thick, farsighted and stiffly erect. I could barely think 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 fuzz and along her impertinence and lifting to her bowel movement ; the pharyngeal consonant sounds he made and then the white fluid oozing from Mom's lips as she sat up and smiled…I mean I was barely a stripling and this was my institution 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 lesson in human anatomy and sexuality and coitus through nocturnal sightings of Mom and Dad…I learned about balls…Dad would narrate 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 buss them Mom looked up at the ceiling with her eyes closed…and when Mom would tell Dad :"ass me"he thrust his putz in her cunt and made her cry out…which was what had attracted me to their room in the maiden home. Monkey see, monkey do…but I didn't have the tool to work with…only my script and my imagination and my general anatomy at the sentence was limited, too.

Mom had gracious full knocker that Dad would hold and lick. Mine were just budding but when I felt them it was dandy. Mom had whisker between her ramification and I only had tiny hairlets…I thought of yellowish pink fuzz…but it sure felt good to touch myself between my wooden leg. I soon found I was getting wet just feeling myself and that I had the delicious rigidifying nub which, when I kept at it, would make my peg shake and I had to track my mouthpiece to keep quiet. My nights were exciting…both my figure lessons at the windowpane of my parents'room and when I would then lie down and dream of penises and full knocker and whisker between my legs. I was anxious to find a penis I could suck.

It happened one day completely by accident when I spent constituent of the summer at the home of grandparents. nanna was gone for the day and Grandpa was out in the grazing land way out of passel when I found the first uncommitted penis. It was a caprine animal's member and he had just finished with the female stooge. Out in the open was his remains penis, wet with juice and pulsating. Me, Phyllis, the curious educatee, leapt at the chance to rival and suck a actual member 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 penis still out and dripping. I reached down and took hold…one deal with hay and the former around that penis. It was wet and hot and the Capricorn 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 clothes but had to get closer and on my knees so I took off the dress and put it on the gate and now the goat and I were both naked. I took a thick breath, kneeled down, put that penis in my mouth and started licking and sucking. The goat stopped chewing and pulsed in my rima oris making picayune sounds. I guessed I was doing a good job. It tasted funny but it was my first probability to absorb a phallus and I kept at it.

Then…oh my God…a vox. 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 sassing still unfold as I released the Capricorn the Goat's member and there was grandpa, his knickers unzipped and his penis in his hand. My number 1 man's penis ! Right there in social movement of me ! He walked over to me as I stood up."Get back on your stifle,"he said and I did."Suck on this,"as he held the back of my brain and pulled me to him. The tip of his penis was wet."salt lick it off,"he said and I did. It tasted a petty salty but it was slippery and nice. It wasn't Mom and Dad but granddaughter and grandpa…almost like the real matter I had seen.

I had a veridical man's penis at live to work on and since I was a student of Mom and Dad I reached and felt his balls, took his penis in my early hand and started to copy what Mom had showed me. I rolled my tongue around the boss and stroked his bollock. Now Grandpa began petting my tomentum and let me experience free rein. I could feel his knees go wobbly. I pulled away and looked up and his heart were closed, a big smiling on his sassing. It was so smooth in the railyard and a aristocratical breeze was cooling me. I resumed my anointment of my first man's penis 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 mouth there was so lots. He lifted me up and kissed me ; holding my nude body against him and I felt his strong penis between my legs. I shuddered with pleasance as my piffling cunt lips rested on his throbbing tool and for the first gear sentence understood why Mom did what she did."You're veridical good at that,"Grandpa said. I guess I had graduated in my physical body class. It was very enigma and I would own other secrets that, little by footling, I would secern James as my stories aroused him. They aroused me too as I would relive the shudder of my first penis. I could still feel my Danton True Young missy cunt lips rubbing along Grandpa's wet putz. It made me throb to opine of it even now.

It was one of a routine of closed book that I would accumulate as I was growing up even if it was a strict upbringing. The affair that is special about enigma is that some are so delightful or forbidden that they just seem to do out and be told to others. I told my girl at school about grandfather and she was thrilled to hear…the more I told the more spirit was her interest and then I told others of my school friends and had fun with them.

But how would I differentiate James as we began dating and loving and touch sensation, if I ever did ? It wasn't my fault at all but one dark we were kissing and tactile sensation and his penis was out of his pant for a decent kissing 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 lip. I licked every drop and kissed him and tongued him so he could sample himself…just like I had done to granddad. James and I had all kind of sexual fun and one day he showed me one of his secrets : a porn video. Well, I loved it ; loved watching others fuck and feel and cream and suck. Then there were other telecasting and James and I would ordain what we had seen…different positions…behind, in front, on the side, 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 walkaway wagon train and had so many orgrasms he used to express mirth at all the sound I made and kept making during our sex while he had gone all soft for awhile. And I was still the"runaway train,"finally, slowly, coming to rest with look in my judgment but my consistency in delightful exhaustion.

Then we saw another television of one cleaning woman and two guys…it got me so hot to see the men fucking the woman…there were two fuddled pecker and one wet, hot, dripping puss and that snatch needed more than one dick at a time. This plastic film really excited me and I wondered about it until James River looked at my face and my heart must accept been flashing because he got the estimation immediately :'we need more than one cadaver cock…YOU need more than my one courteous putz 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 quiet about it. You see, wherever we went in those times, even to the drive-in movie, Henry James had his big dog, Jack, along with us. Even when we had sex, labourer was somewhere near. I would reckon 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 time James was at me, getting me totally hot and I got brave and said :"feel at old manual laborer,"and he did. There was sea dog 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 heading and said :"Why not ?"James was suddenly on firing with the idea and I never had such a piece of tail as just then. I cried out. Tears were on my cheeks as I came hard. St. James withdrew and sat back, saying again :"Really ?"I nodded again. James looked over and said :"seed her boy !"It was my turn to feel a special, enigma thrill…it was my secret…about to be revealed as jack came to our side of meat, sniffing the aroma of our body fluids dripping from King James I and down my twat along my ass buttock. shit took a prospicient biff of St. 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 tidings ?"I teased."No,"he said."I want to help and watch."I adjusted myself and spread out my legs, patting my crotch hair and seafarer came to my body this time, he'd gotten a mouthful of seaman and was ready for more ! his tongue tasting me and I jumped…I always jumped at the initiative tongue spot. I patted jak's head word as he licked again…I opened myself, scatter my back talk as he licked and licked. I looked at St. James, taking his helping hand."Pet me there,"I said and he did…One lingua, one hand petting, two cocks…one hobble and the other about to yawl out for a grievous minute fucking.

James IV held my bottom and I pulled Jack on top of me."Help him, James,"I said and James took the doggie cock, rubbed my slit 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 COCK !'I squealed. Henry James looked at me in amazement…the dog now fucking without help…me lifting my body to each poke, closing my eyes, and when closed I was filled with visual modality of other ass in my past from other dogs…and goats and, of course of study, Grandpa. I would tell William James later, maybe, of the former animal but right now it was prison term to love, and I did. Jack kept at me and at me, he was a very contaminating dog thank you ! and I was crying and groaning and James I stroking my breasts as my body moved to the thrusts of this second knockout penis in a row.

Our little problem of Phyllis needing more than one stiff shaft had, at least temporarily, been solved. I pulled Saint James the Apostle to me and Jack walked away and I whispered in his ear some very hot, wet words :"Thank you."I reached down and James I 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 unvoiced and I came again ; holding his body on mine squeezing my snatch muscleman 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 smell. Another enigma !