Jules And Delphia Get It On - Sex Stories

Jules And Delphia Get It On

... Jules did not make a concrete determination to curtail his secretive sex life with Delphia. He planned to stop fornicating cold turkey and repent quietly without drawing attention to himself.

These concrete resolutions usually lasted until the sun went down that day.

Then Delphia's pussy, like some mind altering drug, rose up to encumber him. The two of them met in all manner of locations, taking risk after risk to sate their monstrous teen sexual appetites. They even managed to have sex in their neighbor's above ground pool at mid-day, in the midst of all their friends, without getting caught. Jules learned to push Delphia’s bikini bottoms to the side.

Of late Delphia had been more and more insistent upon her desire for tongue. She liked having her pussy sucked. Jules liked getting sucked, too. He just could not bring himself to return the favor. Nor was he inclined to kiss her after ejaculating in her mouth. Try as she might, Delphia could not get him past these mystical barriers. Too, he seemed put off by her pubescent bush, almost fearful of tasting the full measure of her sexual goods. At least that’s how Delphia viewed his reticence.

“What’s wrong with my pussy?" she mused. "It's good enough for a dick, ain't it? Besides, I’d like to see HIM swallow a bucket fulla cum. I betchu if I stop sucking his dick he’ll figure it out soon enough."

It was Thursday. Jules and his family spent the better part of the evening at Kingdom Hall where Jules gave a fifth ...

... student talk. This was a particular honor for one so young. Jules was a highly respected brother in his church. He was seen as an "up and comer", soon to be on the Ministerial Servant track and then, hopefully, an elder.

Jules stumbled up to the podium, Bible in hand. Knowing of his secret sin, he was fearful that at any moment a bolt of lightning might strike him down. He was a fornicator desecrating the House of the Lord!!! His conscience raged against him.

Jules parroted a five-minute speech from one of the Watchtower Society’s publications before returning to his seat. He spent the rest of the meeting daydreaming about Delphia, pressing his Bible into his lap to hide the erection burgeoning there. His mother wondered after him. He’d been acting strangely of late.

Returning home, Jules crawled into bed that night and began the countdown to ecstasy. His penis had been uncomfortably hard, more or less, since his ruminations during the Kingdom Hall Service Meeting. It had been almost four days since he’d last been with his beloved. Teenaged madness was fully upon him. The two-hour wait before Delphia’s visit seemed an age. When he finally drifted off, visions of their first encounter danced in his brain. He recalled his early pre-mature capitulation that evening. Jules smiled to himself.

“I’ve got a lot more stamina than that now.”

Jules was just getting to the best part of his incessant “sex with Delphia” wet dreams. She was naked atop him, riding his penis like ...