Jules Ittridge's Fall From Grace

(Note: All of the characters in this story are fictional, bearing no resemblance to anyone living or dead, and they are all at least 18 years of age.)

Next door, Delphia already harbored a boatload of semen in each of her most southern ports. She lounged in Jules' bed, laying her head against his stomach. His dick was in her face. Delphia sucked him casually, tenderly, in lieu of their earlier violent encounters. Jules seemed possessed in his eagerness to empty himself of seed. He hadn't been reticent about probing Delphia's fundament, indeed, had been eager to do so.

Redolent of both entrances to Delphia's southern split, Jules' cock was magnificent. Delphia marveled at it. She nursed at it gratefully now, savoring the odor of their sex. There is no more sensual odor in the world than a reeking, wet set of human genitalia. Delphia had been fascinated with penises since she first noticed that her older brother Tony possessed a protuberance she lacked. She'd even noted her brother's wake up erection on occasion. Delphia looked down at her own quivering clit and found it wanting. It rarely poked far from between her bulging labia. Tony's cock dangled.

Now Jules' cock resonated under her nostrils, hard and veiny and straight. His balls ballooned from its base. Jules was circumcised; his bulbous cockhead was purple/brown, his shaft and nuts were coated in semen and a meringue of pasty white pussy froth--to Delphia a sumptuous delight. Delphia bobbed on his cock voraciously, leaving a trail of spittle along the shaft. Jules lay back with his hands locked behind his head. This was heaven. If she kept this up, soon she would be choking down another load of spew.

Delphia had other plans. She suckled Jules' cock as she'd seen pornstars do in the videos she'd secreted on her iphone, using the tip of her tongue to excite him, using her luscious nubile lips to coat his cockhead in opulence. Her luscious lips were well suited for the task.

Delphia's ass was slick with seed. Their first anal experience had been frantic. She wanted him to mount her from behind again. This blowjob was just a precursor to that end. When Jules' hips began to rotate in conjunction with her roiling slobber, Delphia knew he was again ready to fuck.

Instead of tooting her ass up for his consideration though, Delphia straddled him. She eased her shaven cunt down and about his cock. Jules was mesmerized. She situated herself atop him, burying his penis fully inside her. When she felt the smooth bulb of his cockhead budging up against her cervix, Delphia began to twerk, slowly at first, but with ever increasing vehemence. Soon the young couple were hate-fucking, punishing each other with pelvic churn.

Jules was not willing to be outdone. His pride forced him to retaliate in kind. He wanted to reward Delphia with a scorching case of the shivers, even as he.

When she felt herself ready to cum, Delphia slowed noticeably. She wanted to hold his penis fully engulfed inside her pussy, pressing Jules' cock against her sweet spot for maximum effect. She positioned her twat such that each and every penile insertion generated a riot of cataclysmic electrical impulses in her brain.

Delphia soon exploded into bliss. She snapped, lunging and thrusting like a demon possessed. At the moment of detonation she attacked Jules' penis with an unholy orgasmic rage. Her tits flopped manically. Her mouth flew open. Delphia snarled wildly in the extremis of her abandon.

Jules, however, was still in competition mode. He rammed his cock up Delphia's pussy throughout the entirety of her orgasm, gripping her ass cheeks tightly in his palms, thrusting vigorously. Delphia's orgasm doubled under Jules' fervent assault. Jules was so focused on hammerin' dat pussy that he missed the subtle tremble of a vagina in musk. Delphia's pink vaginal muscles caressed his penis delicately in anticipation of eruption, teasing him, tickling him, suckling his manhood with feminine tremble. It was as if she had a slithery forked tongue down there, dancing expertly across the sensitive nerve endings in Jules' cock. His fervor fired past her finely tuned climactic fuck quake.

When she could take no more of Jules' manly thrusting, Delphia slumped atop him. Her bald pussy lips were scorched. Happily, Jules hadn't cum. His cock pulsed inside her pussy like a living thing. She felt it throbbing down there, felt its heated sizzle, felt his heartbeat pounding through its expansive penile tissues, yearning to fill her chasm with his jam. Any further insertion was bound to leave smoke trails.

Mindful of Delphia's incapacitation, Jules eased his penis from her vagina's steamy grasp. She seemed reluctant to release him. It was as if their merger had created a vacuum that held him tightly in place. When his cock tip finally appeared at her entrance, Delphia's inner pussy lips extended obscenely outward in an attempt to retain a measure of clasp.

Finally, Jules' dick popped free. Frantically, he scrambled up behind her, lifting her hips upward that he might find a separate portal for his passion. Using his thumbs to press Delphia's ass cheeks open, Jules exposed her cream-filled sphincter. He wanted another go at it. Delphia smiled wearily.

"He's getting better and better at this!"

Without taking aim, Jules pressed his cockhead against her opening. He pushed forward. Delphia's anus slowly widened to accept him, first the tip, then the crown, then the shaft. At its widest point Delphia gasped. She knew he was thick, but each new insertion reminded her of her boyfriend's girth.

With the helm encompassed, Delphia's anus snapped tight about his shaft. Delphia was relieved. Getting it in is always the most stressful part of anal sex. Now she only had to deal with his length. Soon, she knew, his balls would be slapping happily against her vulva. Her rectum being already lubricated with cum, Jules cruised easily inside. Delphia steadied herself in anticipation of yet another comprehensive drilling. How many more of these could she take? She rotated her ass sensuously, like a bumblebee, to further engulf him.

Jules started slowly. This was his second visit to the muscular grip of a woman's poop chute. He grasped Delphia's hips to establish a rhythm. Looking down now, he enjoyed the vision of his penis parting Delphia's brown eye, basked in the sensation of her creamy ass sliding back and forth along his pole. As he ramped up the action, Delphia's moans of pleasure added animus to his zeal. Soon Jules was rocking Delphia's ass with smash. Her head snapped back and forth with each thrust. His balls swung back and forth, flapping against her resurgent clit.

Delphia loved it. Jules' mattress squeaked extravagantly to the rhythm of their intercourse.

By and by, however, the teen couple became aware of another muffled sound, the sound of a headboard bouncing off a wall. Jules immediately paused his thrusting. His bed consisted of a simple box spring and mattress on the floor. It had no headboard. And yet the muffled knocking continued. Delphia looked over her shoulder at her lover.

"What's that?" she whispered.

They both knew the answer. Jules' parents slept in their room just above his. They were fucking.

Delphia had often heard the sound of her own parents' headboard, usually about this time of night, as they extracted their marital due, assuming their children were asleep. Delphia's own mother was not shy about screeching her passion into the night. Her distinctive timbre was unmistakable. From childhood, Delphia knew and wondered over what caused her mother to moan and curse so uncharacteristically, accompanied by the rhythmically knocking headboard and her parents' squeaking box spring. She knew, too, the sound of her father making positioning demands and his subsequent groans of satisfaction.

Jules' parents weren't so verbal. They were Jehovah's Witnesses. They fucked, but didn't make a big production of it. Jules heard their bed squeaking sans the moaning, cursing and exorbitant sexual demands. Jules knew that his parents' headboard would knock rhythmically for a time, faster and faster, until a final loud bump. After this there would be an eerie silence save for the sound of running water in the bathroom, muffled conversation, late night television and finally contented snoring.

"Do you think they heard us?" Delphia wondered.

"No." Jules whispered.

He knew that, if they had heard, they would be downstairs in a flash. There would be hell to pay. Delphia would be sent home. The rest of the night would be spent in prayer and recriminations.

The truth, however, was that if they had heard Jules' bed squeaking at four in the morning, Jules' parents could never imagine the true reason for it. Such a thing was just impossible for their Christian home. That the girl next door might be downstairs with her pussy wrapped around their son's dick would never occur to them.

Jules' penis was still rock hard inside Delphia's ass. He wanted to cum in the worst way.

Delphia, however, was spooked by the realization that his parents were awake just upstairs, probably doing the same thing.

"Julesy, I'd better go," she said.

"Wait! Wait!!" he cried, as she pulled away from him.

Jules needed to finish. He was still several strokes away from completion.

"No, Jules! I don't want your mom to come down here and catch us. We can finish later!"

Jules tried to hold her in place as he strove to empty himself inside her butthole. Delphia was insistent. She eased off his cock and reached down to snatch up her things. She knew that her friends were, at that moment, in her brother's room doing godknowswhat. She also knew that it was time for her to go home. The knocking headboard upstairs had reached its zenith. Delphia wanted to be out of there before Jules' parents, whom she always referred to respectfully as Mr. and Mrs. Kittridge, came back to reality. She couldn't afford for them to catch her like this. Jules had already busted two nuts. She'd attend to him later.