Jules And Delphia Get It On - Sex Stories

Jules And Delphia Get It On

... a diminutive Kentucky Derby jockey. Black nipples fully erect, her luscious tits swung back and forth before him in conjunction with the opulent rotations of her ass. She climaxed repeatedly under the rhythmic concussions of his violent thrusting. Each time he sensed the onset of her shiver he blasted her pussy with further shrieking jets of semen. Jules never seemed to run short of this psychotropic effluent.

Jules reveled in this vision. Their exhilarating sex life was the only thing oppressing his Christian conscience. He was willing to risk his whole life, his friends and his family for the chance to penetrate any of Delphia’s snapping orifices.

A tap on his window brought him about. It was Delphia. She’d been waiting at the door to the utility room. Jules bolted from his bed to let her in.

Not willing to wait for the seven-foot walk to Jules’ bedroom, they rushed in each other’s arms, kissing passionately as they fumbled at each other’s genitalia. Neither of them wore underwear. Jules was spectacularly erect. He was astounded to find Delphia’s vulva devoid of pubic hair, bald as an egg, slit dripping with yolk. He drew back to gaze admiration into her eyes. Delphia feigned embarrassment. She looked away demurely, even as she drew his penis up between her legs and into her wetness, where she lubricated his cockhead with pussy lather. Once centered, she gave a little hop. She felt his cockhead nuzzle her pussy open. Jules gave a firm thrust. Delphia’s pussy ...

... opened widely before closing about his thickness. In seconds she could feel his smoothly rounded pudenda nudging up against the very back of her pussy.

Delphia wrapped her calves about his buttocks. Clumsily, Jules fuckwalked her to his bedroom, still roasting in the heady ether of her slippery vagina. Even as he lay her down, his ejaculate was upon him. They'd been apart too long.

Delphia knew that if he came now she had no chance of getting the tonguing she so fervently desired. She felt him surging inside her, straining to empty himself. In another few thrusts he would splatter her vagina with seed. His cockbase was crashed against her clit. As much as she desired this outcome, she knew that Jules would slump soon.

She rolled him over with a single push and withdrew suddenly so that his first splurt found nothing but ceiling. Then she gobbled his cock into her mouth and slurped the remainder of his issue. Jules’ eyes rolled in his head. He fucked Delphia's mouth as if it were the pussy he’d so recently quitted, driving his pud deeply into her esophagus. His balls flapped against her chin. Foamy spittle merged with his semen to bubble obscenely from the corners of her lips. Delphia’s moans of delight fired his loins. She fingered herself wildly. She, too, was at the precipice of a mind-blowing seizure.

“Jules!! I need you so suck me!! SUCK MY PUSSY, JULES! OH!!!”

She scrambled up his torso to straddle his face, offering her dripping pussy to his nostrils. Jules ...