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

Boyfriend, Jesse James, and I both grew up in strict surroundings, 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. St. James, not so much, being a guy but his dwelling life history was also on the strict position. Very minuscule hugging and kissing in his home or mine.

We started dating and caught up on our deprived past with lots of caressing and smooching and snuggling. The first fourth dimension he put his hand up my dress and my thrilled and surprised reaction…my consistency came alive to his touching. I'd played around when I had the chance away from the parental glare but this was the first gear time someone I really cared about had his hands on my puss. It was very different as his hands and finger's breadth were both loving and lustful. All the mitt, finger's breadth and stopcock and tongues up to my sentence with St. James the Apostle were lubricious but fleeting.

My parents, as I said, were rigid but I used to sneak out on our balcony at night to learn the source of the sounds coming from their bedroom It was the first time I had seen a man's penis…and this one, my Dad's, was marvelous…thick, foresightful and stiffly erect. I could barely conceive 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 header, moving up and down ; Dad's finger in her hair and along her cheeks and lifting to her movements ; 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 stripling and this was my introduction to the joy of sex. I couldn't wait to experiment with myself when Mom and Dad were deceased or gone to the store.

thus it was that before my classmates learned anything in schooltime about such things…and when we did it was spare…I got lesson in homo soma and sexuality and coitus 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 order Dad to buss her breasts…she had nicely shaped breast and when he would osculate them Mom looked up at the roof with her eye closed…and when Mom would tell Dad :"piece of tail me"he thrust his turncock 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 run with…only my work force and my imagination and my anatomy at the time was limited, too.

Mom had nice wide-cut white meat that Dad would hold and lick. Mine were just budding but when I felt them it was great. Mom had haircloth between her wooden leg and I only had bantam hairlets…I thought of peach fuzz…but it sure enough felt good to contact myself between my ramification. 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 work my legs shake and I had to cover my sassing to prevent silence. My night were exciting…both my physical body deterrent example at the window of my parents'room and when I would then lie down and aspiration of member and full breasts and hair between my wooden leg. I was unquiet to find a phallus I could suck.

It happened one day completely by accident when I spent parting of the summer at the home plate of grandparents. nan was gone for the day and Grandpa was out in the pasture way out of sight when I found the first available penis. It was a goat's penis and he had just finished with the female goat. Out in the open was his stiff member, wet with succus and pulsating. Me, Phyllis, the funny bookman, leapt at the chance to touch and suckle a real 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 phallus still out and dripping. I reached down and took hold…one handwriting with hay and the other around that phallus. 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 footling firm dress but had to get unaired and on my knees so I took off the dress and put it on the logic gate and now the butt and I were both naked. I took a deep breath, kneeled down, put that member in my mouth and started licking and sucking. The Capricorn the Goat stopped chewing and pulsed in my mouth making picayune sounds. I guessed I was doing a respectable job. It tasted funny but it was my 1st opportunity to take up a penis and I kept at it.

Then…oh my God…a spokesperson. It was grandpa. He had come around the side of the barn very quietly and I was so absorbed on my chore I hadn't noticed. How foresighted 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 overt as I released the goat's penis and there was gramps, his pants unzipped and his phallus in his handwriting. My first man's penis ! Right there in front of me ! He walked over to me as I stood up."Get back on your knee,"he said and I did."sucking on this,"as he held the back of my mind and pulled me to him. The tip of his member was wet."slug it off,"he said and I did. It tasted a little salty but it was slippery and courteous. It wasn't Mom and Dad but granddaughter and grandpa…almost like the genuine thing I had seen.

I had a veridical man's member at utmost to act on and since I was a student of Mom and Dad I reached and felt his balls, took his phallus in my other hand and started to copy what Mom had showed me. I rolled my tongue around the knob and stroked his balls. Now gramps began petting my whisker and let me give birth relieve rein. I could find his knees go wobbly. I pulled away and looked up and his heart were closed, a big smile on his rim. It was so quiet in the grounds and a gruntle breeze 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 sides of my mouthpiece there was so much. He lifted me up and kissed me ; holding my naked body against him and I felt his corpse penis between my legs. I shuddered with pleasure as my piffling cunt backtalk rested on his throbbing cock and for the first time 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 let other mystery that, little by picayune, I would secern Epistle of James as my stories aroused him. They aroused me too as I would relive the frisson of my first penis. I could still experience my youth female child cunt lips rubbing along gramps's wet cock. It made me shiver to intend of it even now.

It was one of a number of closed book that I would accumulate as I was growing up even if it was a strict rearing. The thing that is special about secrets is that some are so delicious or forbidden that they just seem to come out and be told to others. I told my girlfriend at schooling about Grandpa and she was thrilled to hear…the more I told the more spirit was her sake and then I told others of my schoolhouse acquaintance and had fun with them.

But how would I tell King James as we began dating and loving and opinion, if I ever did ? It wasn't my flaw at all but one Nox we were kissing and feeling and his penis was out of his pants for a prissy kissing and suck. 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 sassing. I licked every drop and kissed him and tongued him so he could savour himself…just like I had done to grandfather. James River and I had all kinds of sexual fun and one day he showed me one of his secret : a erotica TV. fountainhead, I loved it ; loved watching others fuck and finger and figure out and take up. Then there were former television and Jesse James and I would enact what we had seen…different positions…behind, in movement, on the side, him on top, me on top…it was all thrilling and neither of us ever had any hassle : him cuming and me orgasming and while he could basically cum once or then later on twice, well I was a fleer geartrain and had so many orgrasms he used to express mirth 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"fugitive string,"finally, slowly, coming to rest with feelings in my mind but my trunk in delightful exhaustion.

Then we saw another video of one adult female and two guys…it got me so hot to see the men fucking the woman…there were two stiff tool and one wet, hot, dripping slit and that cunt needed to a greater extent than one cock at a fourth dimension. This movie really excited me and I wondered about it until James looked at my boldness and my oculus must have been flashing because he got the idea immediately :'we need more than one remains cock…YOU need more than my one nice cock can offer at a meter when you need Sir Thomas More cock.'

We watched that video again, fucked again, and then as we were cooling, thought about what to do…James wanted 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 had his big dog, Jack, along with us. Even when we had sex, manual laborer was somewhere near. I would seem at him when James 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 meter James was at me, getting me totally hot and I got brave and said :"Look at old Jack,"and he did. There was sea dog seeming to relish 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 fountainhead and said :"Why not ?"William James was suddenly on fervour with the thought and I never had such a screw as just then. I cried out. Tears were on my cheeks as I came hard. Epistle of James withdrew and sat back, saying again :"Really ?"I nodded again. James looked over and said :"cum her boy !"It was my number to feel a extra, secret thrill…it was my secret…about to be revealed as jackstones came to our incline, sniffing the aroma of our body fluids dripping from James and down my snatch along my ass nerve. doodly-squat took a long lick of Jesse James'prick and then another. I laughed and James I looked at me in a quizzical way and I stopped laughing.

"Really ?"James said."What's happened ? Only one parole ?"I teased."No,"he said."I want to assist and watch."I adjusted myself and spread my legs, patting my bush and squat came to my torso this time, he'd gotten a taste of Jack and was set up for to a greater extent ! his tongue tasting me and I jumped…I always jumped at the first glossa touch modality. I patted jack's caput as he licked again…I opened myself, spread my lips as he licked and licked. I looked at Epistle of James, taking his mitt."Pet me there,"I said and he did…One lingua, one handwriting smooching, two cocks…one limp and the former about to roar out for a good second fucking.

James held my bottom and I pulled Jack on top of me."assistance him, St. James the Apostle,"I said and James took the bow-wow turncock, rubbed my slit lips with it as Jack…good old Jack…knew exactly what to do…scooting forward and plunging into my slit."OH GOD I LOVE HIS COCK !'I squealed. Saint James looked at me in amazement…the dog now fucking without help…me lifting my physical structure to each thrust, closing my eyes, and when closed I was filled with visions of former shtup in my past times from other dogs…and Capricorn and, of trend, granddad. I would tell James I later, maybe, of the other animate being but right now it was fourth dimension to relish, and I did. Jack kept at me and at me, he was a very unsporting dog thank you ! and I was crying and groaning and James stroking my titty as my body moved to the thrusts of this back hard member in a row.

Our petty problem of Phyllis needing More than one stiff cock had, at to the lowest degree temporarily, been solved. I pulled James to me and Jack walked away and I whispered in his ear some very hot, wet run-in :"Thank you."I reached down and James was hard again ! And I was still ready for another ride…stroking his cock to me and he took the clue ; he had never fucked me so hard and I came again ; holding his body on mine squeezing my cunt muscles on his cock which softened and withdrew. He was finished for the day…for me…I might birth handled still another but I didn't tell him. It would suffer his feelings. Another secret !