Jules And Delphia Get It On - Sex Stories

Jules And Delphia Get It On

... radio beside her bed. Jules would be expecting her in another two hours. Unlike he, Delphia could nut repeatedly without having to rest between sessions.

The young girl relaxed a bit. Doubled over like this, knees pressed against her ears, she couldn’t really enjoy the orgasmic wave that had consumed her youth since she first discovered her libidinous instincts. Delphia closed her eyes to re-imagine her most recent sexual experience. Using her middle finger, she twiddled her clitoris alive from its perch at the apex of her slit. She was already wet. Her clit blossomed upward like a small marble. She stroked it opulently between her index finger and middle fingers as it swelled. Her arousal grew. Delphia struggled to quell groans of ecstasy. When the moment came she inserted both fingers and drifted aloft with a silent crash and a sigh. Her legs straightened. Her hips churned. Her entire body racked with spasms. Bright lights flickered wildly in her dome. After several more lingering pelvic thrusts (each more viciously strident than the one prior) Delphia passed out. She slept. Only the glowing flashlight under her blanket bore testimony to Delphia’s masturbatory fecundity.

Delphia and Jules had been neighbors since grade school. They'd been at odds for much of that time. He threw dirtbombs at her; she teased him about the size of his head and the fact that he had a girl’s name. Jules also came from a family of Jehovah's Witnesses. He wouldn't stand for the Pledge of ...

... Allegiance in school. On Saturdays he could be found knocking doors with colorful pamphlets in hand and a pre-rehearsed Bible schpiel. Young Delphia was not above mocking him for these “aberrations” from the norm.

With the onset of puberty this dynamic began to change. The teasing became less personal, more friendly. Childhood enemies often make the best of friendships.

Their homes were cookie cutter versions of suburbia—split level—with an upstairs, a mid-point kitchen/dining room/living room section and a spacious family room downstairs, complete with a fireplace—four bedrooms, three baths. The downstairs in both homes also contained a guest bedroom and a utility room for the washer and the dryer. Jules slept in the downstairs bedroom in his home, well away from the other members of his family.

The utility room in both homes had a backdoor and a set of stairs leading up to ground level. This portal was used by the teens to travel between homes. It was easy enough to open the doors from the inside and step out undetected. Delphia could leave her door unlatched and return in the same manner. Her problem would be mounting the steps back upstairs to her room. She could always claim she’d been in the kitchen.

Now fast asleep, Delphia dreamt of her first sexual encounter with Jules just a few weeks back. It had been Jules’ first ever visit to a woman’s southern split. Delphia, by way of contrast, had any number of such encounters under her belt.

In their case, they’d ...