Jules And Delphia Get It On - Sex Stories

Jules And Delphia Get It On

... might be expected, it was not a subject fit for a Christian home. Jules knew from this first experience that this new thing was sure to free him from worry over the prospect of pregnancy.

Jules stood before the kneeling girl, emptying his batch into her gullet. This time there was no spillage. He’d held the top of her head and her underjaw in place as he pumped a load of jizz down her throat. Delphia who, unlike Jules, had seen a number porn movies in her time, slurped up every drop of his semen. Jules staggered backward, arms flailing, almost blinded by the force of his delivery. Delphia was pleased. She suckled his cock tenderly until it softened in her mouth. When he finished erupting she eased back from his dick. She tucked it away for him. He slumped.

Now standing over him, she pushed him to his knees and offered her protruding clitoris to his tongue as if it were a cock. Shocked, Jules scrambled backwards. Delphia seemed to anticipate this. Maybe cunnilingus was a bit too much for the first night.

She stood him aloft and kissed him deeply. Then she turned, scampered home and crawled into bed. She felt sticky and hot “down there”, but was nowhere near sated. Instead, she reached southward and began to finger herself opulently. She needed a top off.

She’d been masturbating languidly for fifteen minutes when her cell phone lit up. Delphia knew it was Jules before picking up the phone. Ten minutes later her cunt was again filled with dick. This time Jules ...

... lasted a full two minutes before succumbing to yet another crippling climax. He’d wanted to enjoy Delphia’s fellatio once more before the night waned, but his cock had other ideas. Enveloped in the rapturous joy of her pussy, Jules couldn’t bring himself to pull out. He erupted just as Delphia was entering the tremble phase of her womanly orgasm. She had not snapped tourniquet tight about his thickness, but she was getting there.

Delphia scampered home again, through the wet grass, dripping with semen. This time she finished her top off using her middle and ring fingers, imagining these to be Jules' penis. Afterward, the odor of their sex lingered on her fingertips. Delphia smiled lazily.

“That was good!!” she mused.

All in all, that first encounter had been the most sensational sexual experience of both their young lives. Delphia harkened back to that evening now even as she prepared for another such tryst. They’d graduated from fucking in the wet backyard grass to cowgirl in the Kittridge family minivan to late night meetups in Jules’ downstairs bedroom. Jules' parents slept directly upstairs.

Things were moving along nicely.

Jules, however, existed in a torment of indecision. He was a fornicator!! Save for the term ‘apostate', there is no more pejorative term in the Jehovah’s Witness lexicon. If anyone in his church caught wind of his extra-curricular sexual activities, he would be ex-communicated so fast! Even his family would shun him. No days passed in which ...