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

Boyfriend, St. James, and I both grew up in strict surroundings, me to a greater extent than him. Me. Phyllis, a pert, perky, confection, pretty female 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. St. James the Apostle, not so much, being a guy but his plate sprightliness was also on the strict side. Very slight petting and hugging in his nursing home or mine.

We started dating and caught up on our deprived past with pile of cuddling and snuggling and cuddling. The starting time time he put his hand up my attire and my exhilarate and surprised reaction…my eubstance came alive to his touching. I'd played around when I had the chance away from the parental public eye but this was the first prison term individual I really cared about had his hands on my puss. It was very different as his manpower and finger's breadth were both loving and lustful. All the handwriting, fingerbreadth and cocks and tongues up to my metre with James were libidinous but fleeting.

My parents, as I said, were strict but I used to sneak out on our balcony at night to instruct the source of the sounds coming from their bedchamber It was the world-class time I had seen a man's penis…and this one, my Dad's, was marvelous…thick, tenacious 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 capitulum, moving up and down ; Dad's fingers in her hair and along her impudence and lifting to her movements ; the guttural 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 introduction to the joy of sex. I couldn't wait to experiment with myself when Mom and Dad were at peace or gone to the store.

Thus it was that before my class fellow learned anything in school day about such things…and when we did it was spare…I got deterrent example in human anatomy and sexuality and copulation 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 kiss her breasts…she had nicely shaped breasts and when he would kiss them Mom looked up at the roof with her heart closed…and when Mom would tell Dad :"Fuck 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 lieu. monkey see, tamper do…but I didn't have the tools to shape with…only my paw and my imagination and my anatomy at the time was limited, too.

Mom had nice entire titty that Dad would oblige and work. Mine were just budding but when I felt them it was great. Mom had tomentum between her legs and I only had diminutive hairlets…I idea of mantrap fuzz…but it sure felt proficient 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 pull in my legs shake and I had to cover my sass to observe quiet. My nights were exciting…both my general anatomy lessons at the window of my parents'room and when I would then lie down and dream of phallus and full bosom and hair between my leg. I was anxious to find a penis I could suck.

It happened one day completely by accident when I spent component part of the summer at the nursing home of grandparents. grandmother was gone for the day and granddaddy was out in the ley way out of lot when I found the offset available penis. It was a goat's penis and he had just finished with the female goat. Out in the outdoors was his buckram member, wet with juice and pulsating. Me, Phyllis, the queer bookman, leapt at the chance to touch and go down on a really phallus 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 early around that penis. 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 little house clothes but had to get closer and on my human knee so I took off the dress and put it on the gate and now the goat and I were both au naturel. I took a deep breath, kneeled down, put that penis in my mouth and started licking and sucking. The stooge stopped chewing and pulsed in my rima oris making little audio. I guessed I was doing a good job. It tasted funny but it was my initiatory probability to suck a phallus 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, face completely red, my mouth still open as I released the goat's penis and there was granddaddy, his pant unzipped and his phallus in his hand. My first man's penis ! right field there in front of me ! He walked over to me as I stood up."Get back on your knees,"he said and I did."sucking on this,"as he held the back of my head word and pulled me to him. The tip of his penis was wet."lap it off,"he said and I did. It tasted a little salty but it was slippery and nice. It wasn't Mom and Dad but granddaughter and grandpa…almost like the substantial thing I had seen.

I had a genuine man's phallus at hold up to work on and since I was a student of Mom and Dad I reached and felt his nut, took his penis in my other hand and started to copy what Mom had showed me. I rolled my knife around the knob and stroked his lump. Now granddaddy began petting my hair and let me stimulate free rein. I could feel his knee joint go wobbly. I pulled away and looked up and his eyes were closed, a big grin on his rim. It was so placid in the 1000 and a gentle breeze was cooling me. I resumed my anointment of my first man's penis which soon throbbed and filled my lip. Grandpa held my head down on him, I swallowed, and his wet was running down the side of meat of my mouth there was so a great deal. He lifted me up and kissed me ; holding my raw body against him and I felt his strong phallus between my legs. I shuddered with pleasure as my lilliputian cunt rim rested on his throbbing hammer and for the 1st meter understood why Mom did what she did."You're real commodity at that,"Grandpa said. I guess I had graduated in my anatomy class. It was very secret and I would have other mystery that, little by little, I would evidence King James as my stories aroused him. They aroused me too as I would relive the thrill of my first base phallus. I could still feel my Pres Young girl snatch lips rubbing along grandpa's wet shaft. It made me thrill to guess of it even now.

It was one of a number of secret that I would accumulate as I was growing up even if it was a strict fostering. The matter that is especial about mystery is that some are so delightful or forbidden that they just seem to come up out and be told to others. I told my lady friend at shoal about granddaddy and she was thrilled to hear…the more I told the more intent was her involvement and then I told others of my schooltime friends and had fun with them.

But how would I differentiate James as we began dating and loving and touch, if I ever did ? It wasn't my fault at all but one night we were kissing and feeling and his penis was out of his drawers for a nice kissing and sucking. He said :"Gosh, Phyllis ! Where did you discover 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 and kissed him and tongued him so he could sample himself…just like I had done to grandad. James IV and I had all kinds of sexual fun and one day he showed me one of his arcanum : a porn video. Well, I loved it ; loved watching others fuck and feel and lick and soak up. Then there were other videos and James and I would enact 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 difficulty : him cuming and me orgasming and while he could basically cum once or then later on twice, well I was a runaway railroad train and had so many orgrasms he used to laugh 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"walkaway train,"finally, slowly, coming to rest with feeling in my psyche but my consistence 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 pie-eyed cocks and one wet, hot, dripping cunt and that puss needed more than one cock at a time. 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 stiff cock…YOU need Thomas More than my one nice rooster can furnish at a clock 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 cherished his Phyllis to be glad 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 time, 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 look at him when James I was fucking me and he just stared at us, the tip of his tool peaking out while he sat and his lingua slipped in and out.

One time Epistle of James was at me, getting me totally hot and I got brave and said :"aspect 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 diddly-squat. James looked at me while thrusting and me lifting and he said :"Really ?"I nodded my pass and said :"Why not ?"Epistle of James was suddenly on fire with the view and I never had such a piece of ass as just then. I cried out. tears were on my cheeks as I came hard. James withdrew and sat back, saying again :"Really ?"I nodded again. James IV looked over and said :"Come her boy !"It was my turn to feel a special, secret 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 William James and down my pussy along my ass boldness. Jack took a long lick of James II'peter and then another. I laughed and Epistle of James looked at me in a quizzical way and I stopped laughing.

"Really ?"James I said."What's happened ? Only one word ?"I teased."No,"he said."I want to facilitate and watch."I adjusted myself and spread out my legs, patting my bush and Jack came to my torso this time, he'd gotten a discernment of Jack and was ready for more ! his tongue tasting me and I jumped…I always jumped at the first tongue touch. I patted Jack's chief as he licked again…I opened myself, spread my back talk as he licked and licked. I looked at James, taking his script."Pet me there,"I said and he did…One tongue, one hand petting, two cocks…one limp and the former about to roar out for a good second fucking.

James held my buns and I pulled Jack on top of me."supporter him, James,"I said and Jesse James took the doggy cock, rubbed my twat mouth 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 hammer !'I squealed. James looked at me in amazement…the dog now fucking without help…me lifting my body to each thrust, closing my oculus, and when closed I was filled with visual sense of early fuckings in my past tense from former dogs…and goats and, of course, Grandpa. I would differentiate James IV later, maybe, of the other animals but right now it was metre to revel, and I did. Jack kept at me and at me, he was a very dirty dog thank you ! and I was crying and groaning and James II stroking my tit as my body moved to the thrusts of this second hard member in a row.

Our minuscule problem of Phyllis needing more than one stiff hammer 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 IV was hard again ! And I was still make for another ride…stroking his cock to me and he took the jot ; he had never fucked me so laborious 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 give handled still another but I didn't Tell him. It would ache his impression. Another clandestine !