James and Delphia Sneak a quickie in his bedroom.
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Next door, Delphia already harbored a boatload of semen in each of her most southern ports. She lounged in James' bed, laying her head against his stomach. His cock was in her face. Delphia sucked him casually, tenderly, in lieu of their earlier violent encounters. James 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, James' 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 phalluses 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 James' cock resonated under her nostrils, hard and veiny and straight. His balls ballooned from its base. James was circumcised; his bulbous cockhead was purple/brown, his shaft and nuts were coated in semen and a meringue of pasty white cunt froth, to Delphia a sumptuous delight. Delphia bobbed on his cock voraciously, leaving a trail of spittle along the shaft. James 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 James' 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 James' 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. James was mesmerized. She situated herself atop him, burying his phallus 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.
James 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 phallus fully engulfed inside her cunt, pressing James' 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 James' phallus with an unholy orgasmic rage. Her tits flopped manically. Her mouth flew open. Delphia snarled wildly in the extremis of her abandon.
James, however, was still in competition mode. He rammed his cock up Delphia's cunt throughout the entirety of her orgasm, gripping her ass cheeks tightly in his palms, thrusting vigorously. Delphia's orgasm doubled under James' fervent assault. James was so focused on hammering' dat cunt that he missed the subtle tremble of a Cunt in musk. Delphia's pink Cuntl muscles caressed his phallus 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 James' cock. His fervor fired past her finely tuned climactic fuck quake.
When she could take no more of James' manly thrusting, Delphia slumped atop him. Her bald cunt lips were scorched. Happily, James hadn't cum. His cock pulsed inside her cunt 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, James eased his phallus from her Cunt'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 cunt lips extended obscenely outward in an attempt to retain a measure of clasp.
Finally, James' cock 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, James 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, James 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, James 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.
James 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 phallus 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 James 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. James' 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. James 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. James' 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.
James' parents weren't so verbal. They were Jehovah's Witnesses. They fucked, but didn't make a big production of it. James heard their bed squeaking sans the moaning, cursing and exorbitant sexual demands. James 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." James 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 James' bed squeaking at four in the morning, James' 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 cunt wrapped around their son's cock would never occur to them.
James' phallus 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.
"Jamesy, I'd better go," she said.
"Wait! Wait!" he cried, as she pulled away from him.
James needed to finish. He was still several strokes away from completion.
"No, James! I don't want your mom to come down here and catch us. We can finish later!"
James tried to hold her in place as he strove to empty himself inside her asshole. 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 god-knows-what. 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 James' 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. James had already busted two nuts. She'd attend to him later.
Fanny finds out.
In the morning James dragged himself from bed. He was exhausted, burned beyond recognition from the Delphia blowjob sessions, his phallus a ragged piece of sausage dangling between his legs. His face was ashen, his demeanor listless. Yet James was wildly exuberant. For the first time in his life a raging erection failed to waken him from his slumber. He'd been righteously siphoned.
Abby Kittridge, his mother, called him to breakfast and Bible study. James washed up, then dressed for the Sunday Kingdom Hall service. The morning's exuberance slowly dissipated before his pangs of Christian conscience. He was sure that, at some point, his newfound mania for poonan would be found out by church authorities. Whereas before the loss of his virginity James was an eager participant in the family's religious activities, he now dreaded attending meetings, convicted by the consciousness of sin.
There was little he could do about it now. Delphia's aromatic cunt called him daily with its siren's song. He was going to answer that call come hell or high water. Yesterday's blowjob sessions exposed him to new vistas of sensuality. What had she called it? Bukkake? The vision of his girlfriend's face covered in white, creamy jism aroused him even now. She was a constant source of thrill. James had the Sunday meeting scheduled in the morning and field service planned for the entire afternoon.
James had to admit that he'd rather be blown.
James had an older sister, Fanny, still living at home. He had a younger sister and a younger brother, Jill and James, too. Of these, James was closest to Fanny. She looked at him now as they sat for breakfast, sensing something amiss. James was giving a weird vibe. He'd been acting strangely lately. Fanny made up her mind to approach him about it.
The family finished breakfast together and headed off to Kingdom Hall. James was responsible for passing the microphone about as audience members recited pre-printed answers from the Watchtower magazine. There were no random doctrinal questions accepted from the random members of the congregation; only such questions as posed by the study coordinator were allowed. Such one-way conversations passed as Bible study.
James was not paying attention in any case. He gave a perfunctory answer to paragraph ten from the study article. This was the minimum expected from such an up and comer.
After the meeting James arranged with the elders (of which his father was one) to go out in field service. James did his bit to further the evangelical aims of the church. By the time they returned home it was almost five p.m. James headed straight to bed, foregoing dinner. Fanny took this as another sign. James always did have a good appetite.
Fanny waited until their parents dressed for bed before approaching him. Several hours later James was dead asleep.
"James. Jamesy! Wake up. We have to talk."
James rolled over. At first he thought it very late. He thought the hand rousting his shoulder was Delphia's. How she'd gotten in without him leaving the back door open didn't occur to him. In any case, James was ready to fuck. When he cracked his eyes open he found his older sister sitting alongside his bed. James was disappointed.
"Hmm? What's up, Nan? I was asleep here."
He rolled over. Fanny could see that he was massively erect. Not unusual for a young man, but such things weren't discussed in the Kittridge household. Fanny looked away discreetly. Only then did James notice his boner.
"Oh. Sorry," he said, stuffing his phallus down the line of his thigh.
"How do you live with those things?" Fanny laughed.
James looked down in embarrassment. He ignored her comment.
"What's up, Nan?"
Fanny got right to the point.
"James, you've been acting strangely lately. Something's wrong, I know it. Just spit it out. Whatever it is will remain between you and me."
James immediately knew what she was talking about. He also knew enough to withhold the requested information.
"Nan, I'm good. Nothing's wrong."
"James, don't lie. I've known you too long. You've been spending a lot of time with Tony next door. I know he's your friend, but he's a worldly boy. He's not one of us. Don't let him get you into trouble."
It was true. Tony and James had been close friends since elementary school. The term "worldly" is not a compliment among Jehovah's Witnesses; it is a pejorative. Fanny was close to the source of James' issue, but far from its reality. She'd thought it was Tony when, in reality, it was his sister. In her wildest dreams Fanny could not imagine her brother addicted to love. He just wasn't the type. If James admitted that Delphia had blown him repeatedly in their garage just yesterday, Fanny would not have believed him. It's just not what Kittridge's did.
"Nan, why do you think something's wrong?"
"It's little things you do, James. That answer you gave in Kingdom Hall this morning was straight out of the magazine. You didn't think about it. You just parroted what was written. Your answers have always been more thoughtful. You're not a parrot. You seem distant lately. Detached. I'm gonna ask you again. What's wrong? You can tell me anything. You know that."
James considered full confession. His conscience was tormenting him. He knew he could trust Fanny to be discreet. She might harass him into making a full public confession, but this confession would go no further than she.
"Nan, I'm just having some growing pains. I'm struggling with, you know, growing up."
This admission is a euphemism among Jehovah's witnesses as a sexual issue. James glanced down at his subsiding boner as confirmation of the insinuation. Fanny suspected this. James had recently turned eighteen, fully in the danger zone for sexual immorality. Fanny had been there herself.
Unbeknownst to James, Fanny was no virgin. She'd already been down the road James was currently traveling, had faltered, and now was standing tall again as a devout Christian. Four years back she'd bedded Tony's cousin Bucky, not just once but on several clandestine occasions, never confessing her sin. Even their parents didn't know. Now she was asking James to make just such a confession.
She gazed into his eyes steadily, attempting to gauge the extent of his problem.
James was torn. He knew he could trust Fanny. He also knew that she would press him to turn from his wicked ways. James wasn't ready to do that. The phallus meandering its way down his thigh was doing his thinking for him. Nothing in the world could keep it from its appointed duties at the juncture of Delphia's thighs. Nothing.
"Fanny, I'm fine. I'm just dealing with guy issues, Okay?"
"Are you masturbating?" Fanny pressed.
Even this was a sin among Jehovah's witnesses. James felt that he might throw her off the trail with this admission.
"I have," he said.
"Did you tell dad?" she asked.
"No."
"Okay, listen." she confided. "When I was your age I masturbated, too. I still do it today, every once in a while. It's tough waking up with that burn every morning, isn't it?"
James was shocked at his sister's admission. Fanny was far and away the most devout young woman he knew. He didn't know that the admission of such a small sin is usually an attempt to garner trust. Fanny was using this admission to get James to make the larger confession. She'd heard things about Tony next door, and his sister Delphia, too. She felt that if she made this admission, James would feel compelled to reciprocate.
"Did you tell dad?" he asked.
"No. I didn't. I'm telling You. And I don't expect you to tell him, either. You shouldn't feel embarrassed. Everybody masturbates."
"But you could get into trouble!" James expostulated.
"Not if you keep your mouth shut," Fanny retorted.
In James' eyes this conversation cast Fanny in an entirely differently light. Formerly he'd viewed her through the standard JW lens, that is, she was on the road to being a Stepford wife and full-time minister of the Gospel, a pioneer. This, according to JW culture, is the highest aim of a JW woman. At the age of twenty she was sifting through the limited men available in the church (there being a 7-to-1 ratio of women to men). If she didn't get married soon there was a strong possibility that she never would.
Now James realized that Fanny lived with the same biological imperatives as he. She masturbates! She polishes her pearl! James knew that the step between masturbation and fornication is a small one. He began to envision his sister lying awake in bed, wet and sweaty, imagining her fingers to be a cock. The vision both excited and repulsed him. He wondered if Fanny hadn't already done the deed. Maybe all his siblings were struggling with the strident calls of nature. Maybe his conscience was off base on this one. Maybe his fixation on Delphia's cunt was normal for a man his age. Maybe Not being fixated was the abnormality.
All these things flashed through James' mind in the instant after Fanny's admission of nubile sexuality. James sulked. He wasn't ready to give up his position in the congregation just yet.
"I'm alright," he mumbled. "It's just hard sometimes."
Both of them realized the pun. Fanny pushed his shoulder playfully. She didn't believe him, but she knew that her admission would bear fruit in time. She remembered the moral gymnastics she had to jump through in order to conceal her pre-marital dalliances. She rubbed his head.
"Okay. When you want to talk about it, I'll be here."
Fanny got up and left James' room. He rolled onto his back. His cock was still erect. He pressed it down harmlessly.
"Damn you," he whispered.
Hours later James was still struggling to sleep with this same erection. It would wane for a few minutes, but it always returned with a vengeance. James was unable to sleep. Millions of teenaged boys the world over suffer this malady daily.
Finally, James picked up his cell phone and sent a text. He lay abed for a few more minutes before easing up and out the back door. Delphia met him in the darkened corner behind his garage. Without any preamble she knelt and took his cock into her mouth.
Fanny watched from a hidden vantage point on the back stairs. She'd slept outside James' room in the family room. When he'd crept from his bedroom to the utility room exit, Fanny followed him. She saw him stand hidden in the shadows of their backyard, saw another shadow creep up and kneel before him. She correctly guessed it was Delphia though it was too dark to discern the person's features. Fanny watched James grip Delphia's head as he humped her mouth lasciviously. She watched her brother cum and stagger. She watched Delphia stand and wipe.
Just as quickly as it began the encounter was over. Fanny slinked back into the house before James could see her in the nighted gloom. James returned to his bedroom, his bout with sleeplessness a thing of the past.
Campus Nooky.
With most of the students gone home for the day, Shermer High School became a haven for lovers. There were closets in every room, as well as various exits and hidden passageways that could not be all patrolled. As the sports teams practiced, students paired off to grope and fondle to the extent they were able. There were no days in which that staid high school didn't see its share of connubial interaction.
This day was no different.
Several couples peeked into the props closet and found Sherry Davis lying dazed on the red velvet divan, awash in a pool of cum. (This is another story altogether). They left her there with a discreet snicker, leaving to seek other accommodations. There were two spacious exits leading from either side of the auditorium. These often served to shield lovers from discovery. The art class, the wood shop and the chorus room also served as platforms for illicit intercourse. There'd even been a rumor that one audacious couple used the vice-principal's office desk to sate their lust. Vice-principal Sullivan became aware of the rumor. He made it his business to henceforth lock his office at the end of the day.
Dina Castleton was blessed, or cursed; with the largest set of tits in the school. Dina was blonde with pouty ruby lips, supple buttocks and an inordinately svelte waist. Horn-rimmed glasses covered her baby blue eyes. No athlete, Dina was voluptuous in every sense of the word. She'd been enduring taunts and abuse from the boys since fourth grade, and caused a general sensation when, in the seventh grade, she'd shown up in the girl's locker room shower shorn of her previously hirsute glory.
Most of the girls in school longed to be Dina. The boys' taunts were largely thinly disguised attempts to gain her attention. Any of them would be proud to be seen alongside her. Dina knew this. Early on, Dina learned to be picky about who she'd be seen with. She let it be known that any boy that taunted or grabbed her breasts and ran off stood no chance. To the girls she let on that she only dated college men. Dina said that high school boys were "immature". She'd dated Dennis Dengel briefly in ninth grade (another story) but quit him after he'd bragged about the number of pubic scalps dangling from his belt. That didn't deter Dennis from bragging about Dina's dangling pubic scalp.
James, Margaret and Chiya now saw Dina slip into the gym. This was unusual. Dina had no reason to stay late after school. Margaret and Chiya gave each other some side eye. Dina's thick patch of blonde pubic fur had grown back in.
"She'll be bald downstairs again tomorrow," both Margaret and Chiya asserted with their eyes.
"Ho." Margaret snickered aloud.
Chiya giggled. James just looked confused. He knew Dina casually though they didn't move in the same circles. She was a nice girl. That Margaret considered her a "ho" left him bewildered. Girls were always sniping at each other.
Dina looked around the gym. She spotted James up and the stands and waved to him. Then, just as quickly as she'd entered, Dina was gone. Few noticed.
It was unusual to see Dina alone. She usually ran with her wolf pack, a group that included Sandy Monk, Gail Gentric, Paula Fuller and, occasionally, the Desman twins. Collectively they were known as the College Blondes. The origin of the term "college" was unknown. Of the aforementioned, only Paula Fuller enrolled in Advanced Placement classes, alongside James and Chiya. All the other College Blondes were academically average, destined for Ju Co, and probably early baby mama status.
Sue and Sandy Desman were practicing with the cheerleading team when Dina popped into the gym. They didn't notice their running buddy. James wondered after the remaining members of the College Blondes. They were a clique unto themselves, and held themselves above the normal high school fray.
James excused himself from present company. He decided to follow Dina. The school halls were largely deserted; only the gymnasium bristled with life. James wondered what Dina might be up to. She, like he, had no business to tend after school. Basketball practice wouldn't be over for ninety minutes. Dina wouldn't even need to shower with the team. (Of course, James was completely unaware of the "she shaved" dynamic, in which girls advertised their sex lives by way of their razor blades).
Emerging from the gym, James saw Dina disappear around a corner.
"Hey! Dina!" he called.
Dina didn't respond. When James reached that same corner he saw her vanish around yet another corner, this one to the wide hallway leading to the school pool.
James called to her again. Dina didn't turn back.
The pool hallway ended in a stairwell that lead upstairs to a viewing deck. The whole hallway smelled of warm chlorine. It rang with echoes from the expansive pool venue where the team swam laps. Dina had either gone into the pool venue or up the stairwell. James bet the latter.
The viewing deck was a glass-enclosed patio looking down upon the pool itself. It boasted several rows of comfort seating, a juice bar, and a large wrap-around sofa. The latter two amenities couldn't be seen from the pool deck or the limited bleachers below. Also, the viewing glass was reflective, that is, one could see out of the patio. People in the pool could not see in.
James arrived at the viewing deck to find Dina and two other members of the College Blondes conversing. Paula Fuller and Sandy Monk were both there, clad in one-piece bathing suits and wraparound towels. James arrived just in time to hear Dina say:
"I just saw him in the gym. He's following me. He should be here in, "
Here, James' presence cut her short. The three women cut their conversation off after the manner of people who were just talking about a person and that person suddenly appeared. There was an awkward pause. Dina shot Paula a look.
"Go ahead," she said. "ASK him."
Paula seemed taken aback. She was not ready to go down a path that clearly all three girls knew well. Dina prodded her again. James just stood there like a third wheel.
"James," Paula began. "We've known each other since, what, third grade?"
James thought back. Yes, that was about right.
"And ever since I've known you, you've always been harping on this religion of yours. Well, not "harping". That's not the word I want to use. Let's just say you're known as a firm believer in your religion. Heck, you've been to my house on Saturday mornings with those little magazines in your hands."
James readily agreed. Everybody knew him as JW. He wasn't sure where this conversation was going.
"Okay, James," Paula continued. "Your name has come up repeatedly recently. Dina, here, has bet me that you're not, what's the word? "Virginal"? We were counting all the virgins in the school. I said that you are one, maybe the only male in the school that still is. Dina says you're not. I would take your word for it, but Dina says she won't. Dina says you'd have to survive "the test".
James didn't know how to respond.
"What test?" he stammered.
"Well, I don't know how to say this. You'd have to let us, you know, smell it."
"Smell what?" James asked.
"It. You know. It."
"My cock?"
"Yes."
Now James was in something of a panic. He had, in fact, tracked down Delphia and, in a progression of their evening trysts, convinced her to meet her in one of the school's back stairwells while class was in session. There he'd buried his phallus in both her Cunt and her fundament, blessing each with the fruit of his testes. He hadn't washed. His cock smelled like fuck. So did his fingers. James rousted his phallus periodically to transfer the odor of their intimacy to his nostrils. All men love the residual smell of jism mixed with cunt froth.
Now these white girls were asking for a sniff.
"I'm not doing that," James snorted.
"See! I told ya! I told ya!” said Paula triumphantly.
"It doesn't prove your point at all," sniffed Dina. "He hasn't said he's virgin."
"He is. I know he is. I've known him longer than anybody here." Paula retorted.
"James, just let us sniff it. This has been going on too long. I'm tired of listening to the two of them go back and forth over a cock neither of them has sucked or fucked," offered Sandy Monk.
"You want to sniff my cock? For what? What's it going to prove?" asked James.
"Any cock that's been up a cunt still smells like that cunt," Dina interjected.
"That's crazy," James laughed.
"It's not crazy, Jamesy," Paula said. "Believe me, it's true."
'What if I've washed it in soap?" James replied.
"It doesn't matter, James." Paula countered. "The smell always stays in your tissues. Every woman you've fucked is embedded in your skin. Forever. That's how we can tell if you've done the deed."
"Well, I." James began.
But his uneasy bearing was now causing his staunchest defender, Paula, to pause.
"James! Are you still pure? I've sat and listened to you preach about the "New System" I don't know how many times. You're always going on and on about 'fleeing from fornication'. I could swear you've stood by that principle. But you seem kinda wishy-washy now."
James was trapped. If any of the College Blondes smelled his hands they would know they didn't have to sniff his cock. They might not know whose Cunt he'd fondled, but James' hands definitely reeked of poonan. By now he'd become enamored of the smell, raising his hands to his nostrils subconsciously to bask in the intoxicating aroma. He was sorry, now, that he'd followed Dina into the lioness' den.
Dina made an offer.
"James, the bet is this: If you're still virgin, Paula says she'll blow you, and be the first. If you're Not still pure, I'll blow you AND I'll give you some cunt. Right here, right now. It's a win-win. For You, I mean."
"Who said I wanted my phallus sucked?" James mentioned, somewhat half-heartedly.
"Every man wants his cock sucked, James, virgin or not. Don't lie and say you haven't even thought about it," Dina taunted.
James' mind was in tumult. Yes, he'd thought about getting his cock sucked, all the more so now that he and Delphia were a "thing" and he breached that threshold almost daily. It was better than heaven!
But this thing was something else. Here were three of the finest women in school, and two of them were offering him a blowjob! Despite his best efforts, the tent in his pants had become ever more evident, and this from just talking about the idea!
Paula saw it first.
"Look! He's getting hard!" she exclaimed.
Dina said, "Who wouldn't? We just offered him some skull and, if I lose the bet, some white girl cunt. Shit, I'd take that deal in a heartbeat, if I were a man."
"Pull it out, James," said Sandy. "We just want a sniff. We heard you have a big one."
This unexpected triple team was enough to melt the resolve of a monk. James looked down at the expanded space behind his zipper with resignation. There was a time when he would have fled from such an offer. That time was long gone.
Finally, tiring of this foreplay, Paula took action. Pursing her lips impatiently, Paula stepped to him and knelt. James didn't back away. Paula unzipped his khakis, reached in and boldly pulled out his phallus. Even partially erect it was impressive. Long, dark, thick and sleek, James' cock bobbed before them.
Immediately the odor of his earlier congress with Delphia wafted into the room. All three girls recognized the piquant smell of intercourse. None of them were virgin. Neither was James. Dina smiled widely.
"I told ya! I told ya!" she crowed, mocking Paula's earlier triumphant tone.
"Damn! Look at that!" Sandy piped in.
Paula looked on with a mixture of disgust and lust. It was evident she'd lost the bet. Now she was going to have to suck a cock she'd never sucked, nor had any plans to suck. James was just a classmate. This was going to complicate things between them. Sex always has that effect between casual friends. And whose cunt was radiating from his cock, anyway? Why should she be sucking leftovers from some other woman's cunt? Paula had no clue where that other cunt had been or whose cock had visited it.
"James, there's cunt on your cock. People can smell it way across town. You told me you were saving yourself for marriage, because that's what people in your religion do. You lied to me, James." Paula chastened.
James wasn't listening. If he'd thought his conscience tortured him over the loss of his chastity, the prospect of cheating on Delphia doubled his pangs of anguish. This wasn't just a blowjob on a bet. These girls were going to fuck him. He knew it in his soul. Before he got home that day James was going to add three blonde pubic scalps to the single cinnamon scalp already dangling from his bedpost. James knew himself powerless to stop it.
He stood there with his cock pronging out before the College Blondes, watching it harden into a steely arc.
Paula was unsure how to proceed. James' cock was now fully hard in her palm, stinking of cunt. She'd agreed to suck it. Her two friends stood off to the side wondering how she'd get started. Paula knew damn well how to suck a cock. That wasn't a problem. It was this situational blowjob that left her confused about how to proceed.
This would be her first.
James, too, wondered after Paula's premise. She was a pretty girl, with reddish blonde hair and a nicely appointed rack, not too big, not too small. Her chin and cheeks were dimpled. She had a winning smile. Paula was built like a Playboy bunny, with a proportional ass and, in James' imagination, a spectacular cunt. She moved with the assurance of an aristocrat.
James had never heard any negative remarks about her in the locker room. Paula was no whore. That she'd agreed to this bet both confused and titillated him. Also, she caressed his cock with the dispassionate concern of a medical professional. She certainly wasn't embarrassed to be holding a man's prick in her hands. She went about paying off her debt with clinical precision.
Dina and Sandy looked on with glee. Paula leaned forward and gently took James' cockhead between her teeth. She looked up to James to gauge his response. He returned her gaze with the confused expression of a man who hadn't expected to be blown but was certainly amenable to the idea. When she offered the tip of her tongue to his Delphia-slathered urethra, James jerked. Dina and Sandy laughed. Paula pulled back.
"Do you want me to suck it or not?" she sniffed.
James shook his head yes. It was his first affirmation that he was down for the afternoon's plan. Paula went back in.
First, she coated his cockhead in slobber, going as far as the helm. Then, with his bulb fully immersed in spittle, she drifted further south along his shaft. His straight, thick cock soon broached the entrance to her throat. Paula opened her eyes to find five inches of dry cock protruding from her lips. Also, she began to notice that her clinical approach to this blowjob was being complicated by the fragrant odor of semen-sloppy cunt arising from James' shaft. In conjunction with her hot saliva, this sexual aroma began to tweak Paula's arousal. Paula felt the first twinges of the cunt sweats.
James rolled his head back. He ran his fingers thru Paula's curly hair as she bobbed slowly on his cock. His hips began to swirl involuntarily. Paula gripped his buttocks.
"Don't cum in my mouth," she mumbled.
To be continued in part 3. Based on the works of Bardot1990 for Literotica