Kittridge Compromised: Part 1

Scandal at Kingdom Hall.

In 8 parts, based on the works of Bardot1990. Listen to the ► Podcast at ExplicitNovels.

In response to the vision of his girlfriend Delphia's impending late night visit, James Kittridge's phallus ballooned into a steely arc. If he touched himself now he would bust a nut and, in so doing, waste the better part of their first embrace in his fist. James much preferred the luxuriant clasp of Delphia's thrusting Cunt and the exhilarating shriek of their youthful conjoinment. It had taken him a while to gain the necessary cock control to satisfy her cravings. James' religion forbade extramarital sex. Having finally bought in to the concept of fornication, however, James was an eager participant.

Next door, young Delphia bade her parents goodnight and crawled into bed. Dressed in a set of flannel pajamas, Delphia looked the part of the naive, virginal teenager off to dream dreams of sugarplums and Disney fairy princesses, though she was long past such childish fantasy. The young black girl had no intention of falling asleep. Delphia's intentions were far more prurient. She knew her parents would stay up watching TV before heading off to bed themselves. She wanted them to be confident in the security of their home and hearth. Delphia's brothers would drift off in their own time. By three a.m. their whole home would be wrapped in the embrace of Morpheus.

Like James, Delphia was an eighteen-year-old high school senior. She wore her soft, black hair parted down the middle into two thick braids. She tied these off into a larger French braid resting between her shoulder blades. Her breasts were ripe with the fullness of youth, bouncing jauntily beneath her button down pajama top. Her pajama bottoms snapped tightly about her supple waist to encumber her widening behind. One could not see the taut muscles underlying her belly, but these were obvious. Delphia moved with the grace and assurance of a jungle cat.

Now, as she lay back into bed, she struggled out of her pajama bottoms and, using a flashlight, took a Bic razor and some soap to the lush curls crisscrossing her nubile pubic mound. She needed to be freshly bald down there, believing it would fire James' attention. Carefully, she scraped her vulva clean, taking special note of her most sensitive areas. She pried her labia majora open to ensure that no hidden patches of ebony thatch escaped her purview. A small, limber woman, Delphia was fully capable of doubling over to inspect her work, indeed, she was even capable of giving her throbbing clit the odd lick. She employed that talent tonight. The scent of her freshly shaven cunt assailed her nostrils.

"He gonna lick me tonight," she observed with a note of finality. (James enjoyed fellatio but was so far unwilling to reciprocate.) "He's gonna lick it or I'm gonna know the reason why."

Taking this cue, Delphia tongued her clit diffidently until she reached the threshold of her deepest arousal. With the familiar electrical shock came the realization that she might be able to nut before heading next door. She took a look at the clock radio beside her bed. James 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 the first silky black pubic hairs appeared on her mound a decade before. 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 James had been neighbors since grade school. They'd been at odds for much of that time. He threw dirt-bombs at her; she teased him about the small size of his head and sometimes called him ‘Jane’. James 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. James 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 James just a few weeks back. It had been James' 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 been playing "Whirlpool" in a neighbor's above ground, circular pool. The game entailed a group of kids moving in unison around the perimeter of the pool such that a current is created; a whirlpool. The current eventually wafts the whole group along, kind of like a Lazy River. James trailed Delphia in the group. Reaching back for him under the water, Delphia repeatedly and disingenuously gripped his crotch through his swimming trunks. None of the other kids noticed. James certainly did. He jerked away from Delphia's first few forays, embarrassed at her attentions, thinking that she was gripping his cock accidentally. She was not.

Finally the moment came when Delphia gripped his erect phallus in her palm and did not let go. James allowed himself to be surreptitiously dragged along the whirlpool route by his cock. His eyes crisscrossed. He drew breath in great bolts. As a Christian, for James even masturbation was a sin. The other teenagers giggled and laughed as the current swirled them about, not noticing Delphia's grip. James swept along in a fog of pubescent lust.

And when Delphia drew him closer and pointed his erect phallus into the split in her bikini bottoms, James was on the verge of catastrophe. His baggy shorts served to partially disguise his boner, though one could see his immense erection beneath the sparkling pool waters if one had seen fit to look for it.

She positioned him carefully behind her so as not to attract attention. No one would have suspected them to be so bold in such a public setting. But here they were, in a crowd of other chattering teens, mashing their pelvises together.

James pressed a full inch of his cockhead into Delphia's wettened crack before he came. She felt him surge, sway and soften. There'd been no skin-to-skin contact. James only succeeded in pressing fabric from their bathing suits into her slit, although he had felt her cunt lips widen before snapping tightly about the helm of his cock. This, more than anything, triggered his ejaculate. This, and the fact that he'd never been this close to heaven before.

For her part, Delphia was amazed at his girth. Having accidentally witnessed his dangling cock some months back as he changed shorts at a basketball game, Delphia's view of her long-time neighbor abruptly changed. No more of this "pseudo-sibling" stuff. She'd titillated and teased him since that time to just this end. Now he'd parted her labia and left his seed adrift in chlorinated pool water and the fabric of her bikini bottoms. She didn't intend to have the next step take so long. She'd glanced over her shoulder at him that day.

"I can give you the real thing, if you want," she whispered, adding this tempting offer to the sexual maelstrom swirling in his head.

That evening James attended Kingdom Hall with his family. They returned home and were asleep by 11 p.m. Three hours later James was standing outside Delphia's second story window, tossing pebbles to awaken her. She popped up immediately.

"Text me!" she mouthed silently, pointing to her phone.

Ten minutes later she'd scampered up the backstairs, barefoot, and rushed into his arms. He guided her to a dark spot in his backyard behind his garage. They kissed passionately before James snatched her about, yanked her pajama bottoms down and bent her over into the same position she'd been in the pool, except now her hind parts were exposed. Frantically, he'd shoved his cock past her crop of curly pubic hair and into her cunt proper. No bikini bottoms blocked his access to her goodies this time. James fumbled about, found and penetrated her sex opening with a phallus made of granite. Ten seconds later he'd spasmed, splurted and slumped; like a newbie. Delphia felt the crawly flood of his semen trickling down her thighs with a measure of gratitude.

It was about time.

James held Delphia in place as he'd emptied himself. His balls expanded and contracted, balloon-like, as he pumped jism into her Cunt. When he finally extricated himself, a huge dollop of semen plopped from her behind and splashed earthward, soiling her pajama bottoms. Delphia was horrified. Her mother was sure to notice. Only now did she seem to realize her peril. Delphia gathered herself and ran home, pausing in the downstairs bathroom to scrub her pajama bottoms with hot water. She also took a hot washcloth to her Cunt. Rawdog sex has a noticeable odor.

Delphia packaged her pajama bottoms away, afraid to hang them up or put them in the dryer. She planned to wash her things after her parents left for work in the morning.

The young girl was not unhappy. Even though her intended had left her bereft, they'd finally done the deed ten years in the making. James would gain stamina with time, she knew. Ten seconds? She chuckled to herself. She hadn't believed he could go that long on the first try.

As she was replaying the event in her mind, her cell phone lit up. It was him.

"Come back down!" he texted.

She popped her head into her window. He was still down there, in the cut, a shadow among the shadows, his face lit up by the phosphorescent glow of his smart phone.

Thrilled at his boldness, Delphia slipped from her bed and ran to him again, sneaking out through the utility room doorway. This time she wore no panties. She found him with a huge, unrequited boner, one of the perks of the newly initiated. Brashly, she'd lifted her leg and reached down to guide his cock into her cunt, fucking face to face as they kissed, dragging her hirsute vulva up and down the length of his shaft with the fury of her passion. When she felt him begin to tremble and quake she was nowhere near completion. She hopped off his cock, knelt, and took his phallus into her throat. It was his first blowjob.

It was time to move him along into newer things.

James was, again, transfixed. He'd never seen a porn movie, indeed, had no clue about the joys of fellatio save for the locker room rumors he'd overheard. As might be expected, it was not a subject fit for a Christian home. James knew from this first experience that this new thing was sure to free him from worry over the prospect of preg-Fanny.

James 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 James, had seen a number porn movies in her time, slurped up every drop of his semen. James 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 cock. 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, James 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 James before picking up the phone. Ten minutes later her cunt was again filled with cock. This time James 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 cunt, James 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 James' phallus. 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 James' downstairs bedroom. James' parents slept directly upstairs.

Things were moving along nicely.

James, 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 James 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 cunt, 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. James 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 cunt sucked. James 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 cunt?" she mused. "It's good enough for a cock, ain't it? Besides, I'd like to see him swallow a bucket fulla cum. I bet-chu if I stop sucking his cock he'll figure it out soon enough."

It was Thursday. James and his family spent the better part of the evening at Kingdom Hall where James gave a fifth student talk. This was a particular honor for one so young. James 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.

James 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.

James 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, James crawled into bed that night and began the countdown to ecstasy. His phallus 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. James smiled to himself.

"I've got a lot more stamina than that now."

James was just getting to the best part of his incessant "sex with Delphia" wet dreams. She was naked atop him, riding his phallus like 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 cunt with further shrieking jets of semen. James never seemed to run short of this psychotropic effluent.

James 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. James bolted from his bed to let her in.

Not willing to wait for the seven-foot walk to James' bedroom, they rushed in each other's arms, kissing passionately as they fumbled at each other's genitalia. Neither of them wore underwear. James 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 phallus up between her legs and into her wetness, where she lubricated his cockhead with cunt lather. Once centered, she gave a little hop. She felt his cockhead nuzzle her cunt open. James gave a firm thrust. Delphia's cunt opened widely before closing about his thickness. In seconds she could feel his smoothly rounded pudenda nudging up against the very back of her cunt.

Delphia wrapped her calves about his buttocks. Clumsily, James fuck-walked her to his bedroom, still roasting in the heady ether of her slippery Cunt. 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 Cunt with seed. His cock-base was crashed against her clit. As much as she desired this outcome, she knew that James 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. James' eyes rolled in his head. He fucked Delphia's mouth as if it were the cunt 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.

"James! I need you so suck me! Suck my cunt, James! Oh!"

She scrambled up his torso to straddle his face, offering her dripping cunt to his nostrils. James drew back. Her cunt was this close, its scent a natural aphrodisiac. For the first time James was tantalized by the piquant aroma of a seething cunt. Her slit was before him, peach-like, shorn of pubic hair, gloriously advertising Delphia's nubile sexuality. Her fully blooded caramel labia throbbed with desire, clit bulging upward like an infantile phallus. She queefed. James almost fainted. His cock pronged upward.

Tepidly, he offered up his tongue.

A half hour later he'd sucked Delphia through six amazing orgasms. She'd shown him in no uncertain terms the value of a good cunt suck. She'd even encouraged him to stick his phallus in periodically to keep it wet and hard. She showed him when to fuck and when to suck.

"Softly, with flickering tongue tip," she'd said.

James' reticence about tasting hole was a thing of the past. They luxuriated in the joy of oral, finishing the night with a sixty-nine and introducing both their noses to taint.

And that was how Delphia finally got her cunt sucked.

Girl Talk

"Gurl, that boy can go!"

Delphia was bragging about her latest encounter with James Kittridge. Her two best friends, Margaret Cameron and Chiya Sakai, listened eagerly.

Margaret was a white girl, strawberry blonde, slim, with petite breasts and skinny legs. She wore large glasses, had a dimpled chin, freckles and outsized front teeth. She much resembled Margaret Wade of Dennis the Menace fame.

Margaret was a pretty girl in her way, even though something of a late bloomer. At the ripe old age of eighteen, she'd only recently begun to shave her legs and armpits. Her breasts best resembled a set of enlarged pectorals. A wispy crop of pubic hair was Margaret's only real indication of womanhood. Margaret checked its progress daily.

Margaret and Delphia had been friends since second grade. They were two months apart. Margaret often lived vicariously through Delphia's sex life. It had been Delphia that introduced Margaret to the joys of cunnilingus during one of their numerous sleepovers.

Chiya Sakai was full-blooded Chinese. Her family had moved to town three years prior. She lived two doors down from Margaret. Chiya moved into Delphia's orbit by virtue of Delphia's friendship with Margaret. She was welcomed into the fold.

Unlike Margaret, Chiya was well developed, a fully-grown woman and had been for several years prior to becoming so. She wasn't quite so tall as Margaret, but her breasts were fuller as were her hips. When the girls showered together in gym class, Chiya's expansive, raven-black bush was on full display. Secretly, Margaret was jealous. Both her girlfriends were far more developed than she.

Chiya claimed she was not virgin. She confided this "fact" to Delphia and Margaret one night during one of their giggle-fests. Neither of the latter two girls believed her. Chiya's tales of sexual fecundity seemed taken straight from the pages of Penthouse Letters. She couched her sexual tales in first-person verbiage that seemed too far advanced for an eighteen-year-old girl still living at home under strictly watchful Asian parents. And when Margaret attempted to expose Chiya to an afternoon of lesbian sexual dalliance, Chiya seemed less enthusiastic than one might imagine. It took some convincing to get the Chinese girl to spread her legs in anticipation of tongue.

But she did it. Soon, the three girls were old hands at it. They wondered if they were nascent lesbians.

"Not me," assured Delphia. "I'm strictly dickly."

"Me too!" Margaret concurred.

Chiya wasn't so sure. She was, in fact, lying about not being virgin. She had never entertained a man's phallus between her legs, indeed, had never touched one. She just didn't want to be teased about it, as girls are wont to do. Adding to her quandary, Chiya had come to enjoy cunnilingus. She didn't have anything to compare it with. Chiya was understandably confused about her sexuality.

Margaret, too, had far less experience than Delphia. She wasn't a virgin, true, but she wasn't far from it. Her only experiences had been with Delphia's brother Tony and a second cousin named Lucas. Neither experience had been anything to brag about. She'd fucked Tony during a sleepover at Delphia's house, sneaking into Tony's room after the other two girls fell asleep. Tony was a year older than all three girls. He and Margaret kissed and fumbled about in his bed. Both times Tony came before he could get it in.

Margaret listened to Delphia's tales with a keen ear. Tony had been quick. Delphia assured Margaret that this was normal behavior for teenaged boys. She said cocks feel better over time.

"Try him again," Delphia confided. "Let him get used to your cunt."

Used to her cunt?

"He couldn't even get it in before he sloppied me all up!" Margaret laughed.

Still, he'd parted her labia, if only momentarily. She knew the feeling of semen jetting into her pinkness. She knew the disappointment of a subsequently soggy cock. Margaret considered this to be the threshold between virginity and full womanhood. Of course, she didn't let on with her friends. By her verbal account Tony had been all up in it.

Chiya and Margaret listened to Delphia's descriptions of James' cock with keen interest. To them, James had always been "that Christian boy". Delphia now took every opportunity to disabuse her friends of that notion.

"Girl? He got a Pole, don't you know? It's skinnier at the tip than it is at the middle. An' it pokes straight out when it's hard. Boi-yoi-yoing! It don't angle up like a banana, like some of 'em do. An' it don't drift side to side, neither. An' its real veiny and thick. An' it tastes like punkin pie. An' his balls are big and bouncey! You can't get both of them in your mouth at the same time! And when he gits it going it's like bein' in heaven and Disney World at the same time! He can bust five nuts inside you without pulling out! And I'm the only one he's did it to! Ever!"

Delphia was too young to realize that such opulent descriptions often exacerbate curiosity about her man. Such knowledge only comes with age and experience. Both Margaret and Chiya moistened at the vision of Delphia's sex talk.

For her part, Delphia knew she was the Cat of the Walk. She hadn't been virgin since the sixth grade. As such, she wielded the upper hand in these girlish hen sessions. She rarely lied about her experiences, though she knew both her friends were stricken with that particular affliction. Her lover lived next door. Every night she had the opportunity to add to her store of sexual lore. In girl-speak that was a significant advantage.

This particular afternoon, while still chattering about this and that, Delphia reached down to shed her shorts and panties. She wanted some head. She wasn't going to ask for it; it was expected. Cunnilingus had become a common theme between the three girlfriends. Margaret, too, stepped naked from her jean shorts. Soon the three friends were engrossed in a session of afternoon delight. Margaret lapped at Delphia's goods. Chiya licked Margaret. Delphia, the most skilled of the three, suckled Chiya's cunt.

Margaret was chagrined to find Delphia's vulva shorn of its pubic glory. She didn't have much fur down there herself but considered bush to be a right of passage. That Delphia already had a grown woman's thatch and chose to shave it clean only served to accentuate Delphia's considerable lead over her contemporaries.

Margaret now buried her nose in Delphia's moistened slit. She eased her tongue into the black girl's pink hole. Delphia shivered. It seemed that her wobbly cunt lips served as her most sensitive organs even though Delphia claimed otherwise. Long ago she'd shown Margaret how to toss salad, crack to clit. Now Delphia roiled her hips so that Margaret's tongue found every fold, hole and crevice, coating Delphia's nether regions in spittle.

Conversely, Chiya used her tongue like a cock. It was unusually long, longer than both those of her friends. She would latch onto an orifice and probe her tongue back and forth with feathery flicks, pausing occasionally to suckle. She had Margaret's cunt in her mouth, flickering fire into Margaret's nether regions. Sucking cunt from below, Chiya's nose was buried in Margaret's ass. Margaret came early and often. Each time she lost herself in passion, Delphia had to smack the back of her head to remind Margaret of her triune oral responsibilities.

Delphia had been thrilled when she first found Chiya's cunt covered with that bristly "castle-like" thatch of pubic hair peculiar to Asian women. The pubic hair along their slits tends to grow longer and faster. It creates a steeple effect even though the silk is soft and similar to goose down. One must nuzzle through this silky pelt to get to the resonant stickiness beneath.

Chiya's cunt reeked of feminine sauciness. Delphia sniffed her aroma deeply before engaging her tongue. The Chinese girl loved getting licked. All three girls waxed and waned as their Cunts flared gratefully under the expert ministrations of another woman's tongue. It was like watching them do the "wave" with their hips; each successive orgasm lifted the participant's hips clear of the floor.

Finally, Delphia could take no more. She broke off from the conjoined trio, went and rummaged through her mother's bedroom. When she returned she bore a large black, battery-operated, phallus-shaped dildo. Neither Margaret nor Chiya was surprised. They'd all entertained this dildo before.

Delphia lay back. She inserted the dildo into her cunt. Slowly, it disappeared inside her. Delphia took note of how deep it probed, knowing that neither of her friends could engulf as much of the dildo as she. Margaret and Chiya ignored her. They continued sucking each other. Soon, Delphia's moans of passion over-arched their encounter.

Delphia came. As her fits and starts consumed her, her friends looked on with increasing interest. Delphia strained as she slammed the dildo up into the far reaches of her cunt, twirling her hips clockwise like a screwdriver to engulf more and more of the rubber phallus. She unleashed a deafeningly silent scream of anguish. Her clit throbbed. The dildo glistened with her wetness.

Sated, Delphia smiled lazily. She reluctantly pulled the dildo from its clasp and handed it to Margaret, who then repeated Delphia's performance, complete with silent scream. Chiya followed suit. All three girls fell naked into an afternoon swoon. Waves of heat arose from their open Cunts to burst like flash ordinance over Delphia's bedroom. Save for the absence of the odor of semen, any passerby could detect the exotic odor of Wet Ass Pussy burgeoning from the little room.

At 4 p.m. Delphia arose from her torpor and returned her mother's dildo to its hidden cabinet. She washed it first. It wouldn't do for her mother to detect the smell of other snatch on her toy. Delphia sprayed Febreze into her room to mask the odor of hot, saucy cunt froth.

Soon the three girls were chattering amongst themselves again.

To be continued in part 2. Based on the works of Bardot1990 for Literotica