Teen Love and More_(0)

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

Boyfriend, James, and I both grew up in strict 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 eyes of other men and so I was raised and protected. James, not so much, being a guy but his home life was also on the strict side. Very little hugging and kissing in his home 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 alive to his touching. I’d played around when I had the chance away from the parental glare 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 fingers were both loving and lustful. All the hands, fingers and cocks and tongues up to my time with James were lustful but fleeting.

My parents, as I said, were strict 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, 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 fingers 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 lips 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 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 lessons in human anatomy 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 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 eyes 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 place. Monkey see, monkey do…but I didn’t have the tools to work with…only my hands and my imagination and my anatomy at the time was limited, too.

Mom had nice full breasts that Dad would hold and lick. Mine were just budding but when I felt them it was great. Mom had hair between her legs and I only had tiny hairlets…I thought of peach fuzz…but it sure 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 make my legs shake and I had to cover my mouth to keep quiet. My nights were exciting…both my anatomy lessons at the window of my parents’ room and when I would then lie down and dream of penises and full breasts and hair between my legs.