Jules And Delphia Get It On - Sex Stories

Jules And Delphia Get It On

In response to the vision of his girlfriend Delphia’s impending late night visit, Jules Kittridge’s penis ballooned into a steely arc. If he touched himself now he would bust a nut and, in so doing, waste the better part of their first embrace in his fist. Jules much preferred the luxuriant clasp of Delphia’s thrusting vagina and the exhilarating shriek of their youthful conjoinment. It had taken him a while to gain the necessary dick control to satisfy her cravings. Jules' religion forbade extramarital sex. Having finally bought in to the concept of fornication, however, Jules was an eager participant.

Next door, young Delphia bade her parents goodnight and crawled into bed. Dressed in a set of flannel pajamas, Delphia looked the part of the naive, virginal teenager off to dream dreams of sugarplums and Disney fairy princesses, though she was long past such childish fantasy. The young black girl had no intention of falling asleep. Delphia’s intentions were far more prurient. She knew her parents would stay up watching TV before heading off to bed themselves. She wanted them to be confident in the security of their home and hearth. Delphia’s brothers would drift off in their own time. By three a.m. their whole home would be wrapped in the embrace of Morpheus.

Like Jules, Delphia was an eighteen-year-old high school senior. She wore her soft, black hair parted down the middle into two thick braids. She tied these off into a larger French braid resting between her ...

... shoulder blades. Her breasts were ripe with the fullness of youth, bouncing jauntily beneath her button down pajama top. Her pajama bottoms snapped tightly about her supple waist to encumber her widening behind. One could not see the taut muscles underlying her belly, but these were obvious. Delphia moved with the grace and assurance of a jungle cat.

Now, as she lay back into bed, she struggled out of her pajama bottoms and, using a flashlight, took a Bic razor and some soap to the lush curls crisscrossing her nubile pubic mound. She needed to be freshly bald down there, believing it would fire Jules' attention. Carefully, she scraped her vulva clean, taking special note of her most sensitive areas. She pried herlabia majora open to ensure that no hidden patches of ebon thatch escaped her purview. A small, limber woman, Delphia was fully capable of doubling over to inspect her work, indeed, she was even capable of giving her throbbing clit the odd lick. She employed that talent tonite. The scent of her freshly shaven cunt assailed her nostrils.

“He gonna lick me tonite,” she observed with a note of finality. (Jules enjoyed fellatio but was so far unwilling to reciprocate.) “He's gonna lick it or I'm gonna know the reason why."

Taking this cue, Delphia tongued her clit diffidently until she reached the threshold of her deepest arousal. With the familiar electrical shock came the realization that she might be able to nut before heading next door. She took a look at the clock ...