Kittridge Compromised: Part 3

James hosts a pole party..

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

"Don't cum in my mouth," Paula mumbled.

Men hear that a lot. The first retort that always comes to mind is "Where in the fuck do you Want me to cum, bitch?"

But that comment is rarely uttered aloud. It is also largely ignored. Any woman with a scintilla of cock-sucking ability is going to get an unexpected mouthful of jizz from time to time. What she does with it afterward is her own business. She can swallow; she can spit. Just as long as jizz exits the cock, the guy is happy.

At least, this is how men view it.

It was becoming increasingly evident that Paula had more than her share of cock sucking ability. James looked down to see his chocolate cock probing Paula's ruby lips. Trails of spittle bubbled from the sides of her mouth. Larger bubbles arose, expanded and burst as Paula bobbed on his boner. Her cunt sweat accentuated her fecundity. Paula's moans became increasingly strident. She was really going at it.

At first Dina and Sandra viewed Paula's fellatio as an honorable debt payment. Now it occurred that their friend may have stumbled into something here. Can a woman have an orgasm while slobbing knob? Paula's moans put that premise to the test. She looked to be enjoying herself.

James was fucking Paula's mouth now. He rammed his cock into her throat as a man on a mission might. Paula unstrapped her bathing suit. She fondled her breasts before reaching down to finger her hairy twat. Things were going well.

It soon became evident that James was going to cum in Paula's mouth. It became just as evident that Paula was on the verge of an orgasm; one couldn't tell whether it was due to the cock in her mouth or the fingers in her puss.

Sandy Monk stepped in to pause things a bit.

"Paula, let me have a go," she asked timidly, not sure if Paula would be willing to give up her spot at the faucet.

Paula gasped. She released James' cock and crab walked backward. Sandy was surprised at how easily Paula conceded, until Paula stepped naked from her swimsuit. Taking her cue, both Sandy and Dina began to disrobe. Paula's extravagant fellatio had all three women desirous of a more comprehensive sexual experience.

James saw all this. And whereas he'd originally planned to erupt in Paula's throat and discreetly make an exit, now his horizons expanded greatly. Perhaps it might be possible to multiply the names on his cunt resume in one fell swoop.

Sandy took a spot kneeling before James. She'd unstrapped her swimsuit. Her tits swung free. Paula, fully naked now, leapt back into the fray, taking up a position along James' shaft. Dina too, fully naked, knelt on the other side of James' lengthy cock. All three blondes began to worship at the temple of James' manhood. He couldn't believe his luck.

As one might expect, the opulent penile attentions of three beautiful women sent James into an orgy of pleasurable anguish. His balls swelled. James struggled to suppress his burgeoning ejaculate. He didn't want to cum and slump. James wanted to Fuck. He wanted to penetrate and burst alive in each of these heaving Cunts and so have a story he might share with his grandchildren. Few teenagers ever breach such a threshold.

Each girl licked and nibbled his phallus in turn, lavishing at the tip. Of the three, Dina was most experienced. James thrilled as Dina titillated his pole with her oral expertise. Paula and Sandy looked on with awe as their "leader" demonstrated the intricacies of a good, sloppy blowjob.

James took as much of this triple play as any young man might. When he felt his body swaying over the cliff, he pushed Dina back onto the couch with her legs askew. He mounted her, immersed himself and, in seconds, drained his nuts into her cunt. Dina hadn't been fucked in weeks. Her vulva sported a neat, newly grown, silken blonde carpet. Tomorrow, that carpet would be gone.

James withdrew from Dina's cunt with a half-hard phallus soaked in froth. He turned to Paula. That wise chick immediately knew the score. She lay back on the couch and raised her legs in the air. James mounted her, finding her smoking hole with little difficulty. She was wet; her entire southern split reeked with desire for pole. Paula used her prehensile cunt lips to suck his semi-hard cock into its natural home. After getting situated, they began to fuck. This was the third cunt James had visited that day. In no time the young man was fully hard again. Paula felt his cock firm up and lengthen inside her. She was glad and a little dizzy. James sported a big 'un.

James fucked Paula with a vengeance. They'd secretly liked each other for some time. This was their first chance to sate their curiosity. They began to kiss. Paula offered up her firm tongue for James to suck even as her cunt creamed about his thickness. Paula's breath resonated with the aroma of James' cock. Too, James could detect a side order of Delphia's cunt on Paula's breath, courtesy of his cock.

They kissed extravagantly. Paula went to give him a hickey, thinking to mark her territory. Like a shaven cooch in the shower, at that school hickeys were indicative of recent sexual activity. Too, such would advertise the loss of James' virginity (James and Delphia notwithstanding. Their sexual escapades were not common knowledge). Paula had no reason to think him "taken".

James didn't care to be marked, though, and deftly worked his way free of Paula's intended neck suckle. Withdrawing from her cunt, he turned her over, face down. In the next moment he pointed his cock between her firm ass cheeks and into her twinkling stink-eye.

"Uh-uh," she demurred. "Put it back where it was. Hurry!"

Apparently, they weren't far enough along to go the anal route yet.

James obeyed, slipping his cock a little south, past Paula's curly Cuntl tresses and back into her fragrant punani. Paula groaned. His cock was so big! She'd been fucked doggy-style before. None of those prior phalluses breached her asscheeks to reach this far into her core. Paula bit her lip and set herself for a well-earned drilling.

James' quick detonation before Dina's steaming Cunt earned him a measure of immunity against Paula's luxuriant sexual wiles. Paula did not have the same sexual inoculation. She climaxed moments after James entered her, clenching his cock tightly. She came again two minutes later with a seething rage and an epic trembling palsy.

Using his thumbs, James pulled Paula's ass cheeks apart so that he might better enjoy the sight of his pole disappearing in and out of her luscious cunt. He'd used that move repeatedly with Delphia. It never failed to heat the jism firing his loins. He especially liked the vision of his cock helm appearing from between her squishy pink labia before plowing forward into her depths. Paula's cunt was almost Delphia-like in its effect, an opiate unrivaled. James reared back to slam his sausage deep into her recesses. Paula swam in a murky film of lust emanating from her baby-maker. She reached back to encourage James to cup and manipulate her tits. Shockwaves of thrust moved like a Japanese tsunami up and down her stolidly feminine frame.

Paula was working towards her fifth explosive orgasm of the day when, unexpectedly, the chasm at the juncture of her thighs suddenly emptied of cock. Through her orgasmic haze she turned to find James mounted over her friend Sandy.

Sandy was the "Velma" of the College Blondes. She was short and a little thick. Her entire body was covered in freckles Of the three women, she had the nicest ass and the thickest thighs. Her cunt bulged from between her ass cheeks; her clit split her cleft lengthwise. It was rumored that going down on Sandy was reckless; her thighs could crush skulls and walnuts with equal enthusiasm.

Now James' cock was roiling in her cunt-pining' for the fjords, as it were. He'd achieved the much-vaunted triple. Sandy stood on one leg, gripping the back of the sofa with her hands for balance, her other leg lodged against James' shoulder. She was performing a standing split while James serviced her preternatural need for thunder. James gripped her tits for balance.

From this position Paula could see that Sandy's inner cunt lips were unnaturally large. Each time James withdrew, a good portion of Sandy's inner pink cunt followed his cock outward. Paula remembered the movie "Alien" where the extraterrestrial creature had a "mouth within a mouth". Sandy Monk had a "cunt within a cunt". Paula looked over to Dina with surprise. This was a good thing to know once the College Blondes all got together to rib each about their sexual proclivities.

Just now Sandy wasn't paying Paula much attention. James gripped her by the neck and her left tit. He was wearing' dat cunt out. Clearly, the boy had regained some semblance of restraint. His cock churned up Sandy's cunt so expertly that both Paula and Dina had hope for a rematch. James didn't have that "I'm getting ready to cum!" face. Rather, he had the "I'm getting ready to make You cum" face.

Women tend to prefer the latter.

When Sandy was on the verge of collapse she dropped both legs to the ground. She made James go at her cunt doggy style, this being her preferred mount. James spread her ass cheeks and inserted himself, gripping her tits from behind. Sandy arched her back perpendicular to receive the heft of his thrusts. His cock raked back and forth over her most sensitive cunt parts with power, depth and precision. Her "cunt within a cunt" protruded obscenely. Sandy bit her lip in her ardent desire to quell her burgeoning orgasm.

She failed.

As her body flailed in abject capitulation to the cock whipping her cunt raw, Sandy began a profane sexual chatter.

“Fuck me! Oh My Gawd! Fuck! Shit! Oh, Gawd! Harder! Your Cock! It’s so big! James, fuck! God damn! Oh, my cunt! Fuck my cunt! Harder!

Paula noticed that Sandy's inner cunt was no longer pink. It was blood red as it gripped James' phallus' withdrawals, extending almost a full inch and a half from its normal home hidden behind Sandy's labia majora. James bent at the knees to deliver crushing fuck bombs of throb. Sandy shrieked to the heavens.

Like any normal teen, Sandy masturbated daily. None of her masturbatory fantasies compared to this. She could not have imagined that this Christian boy could make her quake so comprehensively. "Soft" was the adjective most often used in school when describing James. He was disproving that maxim today by the minute.

James soon noticed that Sandy's "cunt within a cunt" was losing its tenuous grip. Sandy was fucked out. James, however, wanted another go at Paula. When he pulled his erect phallus from Sandy's cunt and indicated that rematch, Dina objected.

"Hold your horses, there, Hoss. All I got was the crème. I want some cock! I want some of what Sandy got!"

It was true. Dina had a cunt full of cum and not a drop of sweat equity. Her soaked cunt was largely the result of that triune blowjob. Dina hadn't cum.

James smiled. He knew that his rep at school would change henceforth. He also suspected that Delphia would hear of his sojourn with the College Blondes (minus Gail Gentric). Fuck it. What idiot was going to turn down the chance at these three?

James' bloodlust was upon him. There comes a time in every young man's life when he transitions from a boy yearning after a nut to a man yearning after a woman's nut. Having stood up to Sandy's cunt wobble, James felt emboldened. His cock was still hard. Dina's cunt was arguably the school's most sought after trim. Dina knew it. So did Paula and Sandy. That Dina had spread her legs to receive James' first nut told James that he had more work to put in. Paula's nuts were already adequately serviced. Sandy was completely bereft. Now it was time for a return visit with the to the Titty Queen.

Dina lay back on the couch. She opened her legs to him, expecting another missionary go. Her voluptuous tits lolled into her armpits. James could sense heat rising in waves from her open Cunt. Jism still leaked expansively from her opening.

James knelt between her legs. His cock pronged upward like a living thing dancing between them. Rather than attack her Cunt right off, James scooched up her torso to straddle her tits. He rested the tip of his cock against Dina's chin.

Dina could tell that James' cock smelled differently now than earlier. The phallus resonating before her nostrils scorched of three newly exotic scents, courtesy of the women in that room. These merged with the original scent of the mystery woman, Delphia. This mélange of diverse Cuntl odors combined with James' semen to weave a heady perfume more powerful than any manufactured fragrance. Dina opened her pouty lips to French kiss James' cock, laving his pud in her tongue.

James basked in Dina's introductory suckle. He crossed his arms to watch her ablutions at his cock tip, allowing his penile aroma to stoke her roaring sexual engine. After a minute or so, he pushed his cock deeper into her mouth so that his pud was fully engulfed. Her lips crept widely about his cylindrical thickness. A minute on James offered up another surge of pole. Soon Dina was gagging on cock. Using her tongue as a cushion, James drove his engorged phallus slowly and sensuously down Dina's throat, adding her slobber to its striking aroma.

Dina moaned with anticipation. She began to twiddle her cunt. Dina enjoyed sucking cock, but her cunt was its natural home. Dina's snapper sang a siren song in its desire for closure.

James heard Dina's snapper's call. He would tend to her southern split in due time. Right now he had her northern cunt fully engaged. Dina sucked James' cock with increasing animus. In many ways a woman's northern cunt is superior to her southern, especially insofar as James had been fucking southern cunt all afternoon. Often, the change-up is electrifying. James had yet to master the skill of alternating between northern and southern pussies in the same session without cumming.

James leaned forward and began to hump Dina's mouth in earnest. She couldn't deep throat him; his cock was too long. Thus far only Delphia's nose had pressed James' pubic mound. He'd cum that day in great spasms of phallus tapioca. Delphia swallowed every drop. James remembered that evening now as his cock plunged ever deeper into Dina's throat. If he kept going at this pace he would soon jizz out. James could feel the familiar boil in his stomach indicative of imminent launch.

Dina noticed it, too. If she kept this up her cunt would go unsated. Having watched James fuck the living shit out of Paula and Sandy, this outcome was unacceptable. Dina pulled back.

"James. James! Put it in. Put it in!"

She pushed him southward. Dina hoped that James wasn't so far along the path to discharge that he'd be unable to perform. All she needed was a minute or two of friction down there. Dina was So ready to explode.

With his phallus drenched in spittle, James snatched Dina over onto her stomach. He spread her ass cheeks with his thumbs and, without taking aim, rammed his cock up her asshole. Dina shivered. She hadn't been expecting this. More, she hadn't expected him to get so deep so soon. Dina's rectum was tight; it was a sloppy cock's delight. Usually, men had to work to get it in down there. James went eight inches deep on the first thrust. And, if he hadn't yet mastered the north/south technique, Delphia had taught him the ass-to-cunt tango.

James employed that technique now. He pounded Dina's ass for a few cycles, withdrew, eased south a tad, then rammed his cock up her silky cunt. Less than an inch of taint separated the two blissful orifices. Dina's asscheeks wobbled as James alternated between the two holes, releasing fragrant explosions of sexual pheromones into the room.

Having finally taken the southern route, a new aroma wafted into the room. All three girls sensed it subconsciously. The odor of a full sexual cycle: cock-to-cunt-to-ass-to-mouth; is an unparalleled aphrodisiac. (Some would include a titty fuck, but only lactating titties sweat milk, and these girls weren't there yet). Both Paula and Sandy began to wetten again. Neither of them had the benefit of a cunt full of jism, like Dina, to grease their desire. Both of them longed for such.

James fucked both Dina's sex holes from the rear mount. His balls flopped rhythmically back and forth between his crack and hers. Waves of sexual steam arose from their anal conjoinment. James rode the razor's edge between empowerment and capitulation, balancing his orgasm at that agonizing point just short of release. It was torturous ecstasy. Cum burned just behind his cockhead like white-hot magnesium, itching to flood Dina's holes with rushing geysers of joy juice.

Dina felt no such compulsion for restraint. She wanted to cum and did so. Each time James swapped holes his bulbous cockhead tweaked her cum trigger like a bolt of summer heat lightning. Dina's body wracked with convulsions. Her cunt and her rectum twittered uncontrollably about James' phallus, seeking to bathe in his ejaculate. James struggled to continue. Dina's cunt compared favorably to Delphia's; and her tits were bigger. For that matter, both Paula and Sandy were in Delphia's league, too. At the ripe old age of eighteen, James had already accomplished the abject conquest of four queen pussies (including Delphia), in the same day!.

James wanted to cum in Dina's mouth. Her earlier solo blowjob had been ethereal. He felt that if he could just get her to turn over he could get one last chance at that magnificent maw before the school bus came to take them all home.

He was still mounted over her ass contemplating a smooth transition move when suddenly he felt his flapping balls awash in warmth and wetness. Paula had crawled up between his legs surreptitiously. Now she was sucking his nuts as they flopped back and forth; and giggling. James could feel her hot breath coursing breezily between the crease in his ass cheeks.

This unintended impetus put James over the edge. Jism flew from his urethra in a concentrated torrent of fire, filling Dina's ass cavity to the brim. Dina shrieked. She went quite mad from the torturous rapture of James' denouement. It felt as if a firehose had detonated inside her asshole. Jizz splashed back into Paula's eyelids. Both she and Sandy laughed at this unexpected turn of events.

Dina, however, fainted dead away. James slumped atop her, concussed for several moments. They both pancaked to the couch, he atop she. His phallus continued pumping seed into the girl. From her purchase between their legs Paula could see James' balls balloon and then shrivel, like an ironworks billows. Then his cock would expand and contract as bolts of semen moved along to the expulsion point. Finally, Dina's bottom ballooned, accepting his splurts with the same rhythmic palpitations. Their bodies trembled spastically. This is always the righteous conclusion of a successful fuck.

The bell rang. School buses lined the parking lot to take the after school contingent home for the day. It was already dark outside.

Paula and Sandy leapt up to gather their clothing. James struggled to extricate himself from Dina's anal grip. Dina didn't move. Paula roused her.

"Dina! Dina! Get up! It’s time to go!"

Dina didn't move.

Both girls tried to shake Dina awake with limited degrees of success. Finally, the Titty Queen's eyes drifted open. Her blonde head rolled groggily. It was clear that she wouldn't make the bus. Like Sandy earlier, Dina was fucked out. She was still quite naked. Cum spilled lazily from her behind. She was sweating profusely. Her underarms stank. If not for the acrid smell of cock oozing from her pores, one might have thought she'd been engaging in strenuous athletic behavior.

"Go on," James told the two other girls. "I'll walk her home."

Raw Dog

Women who fuck "rawdog" (unprotected); worry about getting pregnant afterward. Men who fuck "rawdog" worry about getting caught.

James worried about getting caught. His cock now resonated with the indelible bouquet of other-snatch. Three white girls had left their deepest Cuntl aromas in his penile tissues. If Delphia blew him tonight he was going to be So busted. He was certain that Delphia could detect the difference between her Cuntl aroma and theirs.

Not only that, but he'd been supposed to ride the bus home with Delphia that day. Of course, they were on the down low, so they wouldn't be sitting together. Surely she'd missed him.

James walked Dina to her home, nearly a mile from the high school. It was dark, but the frigid northeastern winter had yet to set in. He and Dina trudged along, drained of energy, saying little, wondering how they'd gone from being casual acquaintances to ass fuckers in the span of a late afternoon hookup. Not thirty minutes before, James' cock had been plowing furrows in Dina's throat, ass and cunt.

On the one hand, they were embarrassed at being so willing to be overtly sexual without any preamble or foreplay. On the other hand, they both knew this wasn't going to be a one-time thing. They were going to fuck again, that much was clear. Good sex demands a return engagement. James and Dina now had a bond that would follow them the rest of their lives. Forty years later both of them would remember this afternoon fondly. She would moisten. He would harden. Good sex is the best masturbatory aid.

Dina mentioned it first.

"James? That was nice. I liked that."

"Um-hmm," he replied, feigning nonchalance.

"I didn't know you could, you know, do it like that," Dina continued.

"Um-hmm," he replied.

"You have a nice cock, James. It's really big."

James didn't reply. This comment tweaked his conscience. His cock actually belonged to someone else.

"What are you doing this weekend?" Dina pressed.

"I dunno," he lied, knowing good and damn well that he would be out proselytizing with his family and his church.

Dina paused for a bit before making her next bold foray.

"Do you want to fuck?" she asked quietly. "Again, I mean."

James' heart sank in the midst of his joy. This complicated things. Weekends belonged to Delphia. Now the queen of the school was offering him some more other-snatch.

"Sure!" he managed tepidly.

"Maybe it can be just me and you?" she suggested.

Sex always leads to possession, James would find out later, especially with women. Dina had shared him this time. Next time, not so much. And James knew he wasn't available.

He looked down at his phone. Delphia was texting him at that very moment.

"Where R U?" she demanded.

James shut his phone so that Dina wouldn't see.

"What about your friends?" he inquired, referring to the College Blondes.

"Oh, don't worry about them. Let's not tell them," Dina assured.

"Okay."

"Maybe you can come over to my house? My mom always goes shopping all day on Saturdays."

"What time?" James asked.

"I'll call you. What's your phone number?"

They exchanged cell phone numbers. It was a date.

Busted.

James finally arrived at home. The moon shone brightly; it was not yet six p.m. There was no meeting at the Kingdom Hall that night, but there would be family Bible study after dinner. Beneath his clothing, James reeked of sex. He reached into his shorts to gather shards of reek, drawing his fingers to his nose. The experience was scintillating. Intense waves of sexual freshness assailed his nostrils. If he'd thought Delphia's cunt to be staggeringly ethereal, these new scents hit him like a load of propofol. The first sniff of his fingers made him instantly hard. James sneaked into the back door and scurried downstairs to his room; where he found Fanny.

"I saw you and Delphia in the backyard last night. I saw what you were doing," she opened.

James slumped. Busted! He began to hyperventilate.

Fanny took let him stew a bit.

"Don't worry. I'm not going to tell."

James looked up to her. Perhaps this wasn't his last day on Earth after all.

"You're not going to tell?" he asked.

"No, James."

"Why?" he asked timidly, knowing that the Church demands that members confess any and all sins they commit or witness.

"James. When I was younger than you I did the same thing."

James was stunned. Just yesterday Fanny admitted to masturbating. Now she was admitting to fornication. Whom had she blown? James' mind was blown.

"Don't worry," she told him, "That's as much as I'm gonna tell you. We're not talking about me here. We're talking about You."

James didn't know what to say.

"How long have you and Miss Thang, next door been an item?" Fanny continued.

Her characterization of his girlfriend as "Miss Thang" roused him a bit.

"Don't call her that," he grumbled.

"I'll call her anything I like, Mr. Thang. She's try-na get My brother into trouble."

"Not if you don't tell," James retorted.

"I said I wouldn't tell. And I won't. But this has to stop. You know that don't you?"

Her tone sparked a little fury in him.

"No. You let me work through this on my own. I got myself into this. I'll get myself out."

"James! Never mind the congregation elders! If dad finds out about this, he'll put you out of the house! You're legally grown now!"

"Nan, don't you think I've thought of that? I didn't mean to get into this mess! It just kind of happened!"

"Well, Mr. Thang. You just make it un-happen. I'm not going to be put into a position where I have to shun you when they dis-fellowship you. And they will. You don't look the least bit repentant."

"Nan, you don't know the half of it."

"Well tell me," she said.

Casting his fears aside, James set about confessing. He told his sister about the loss of his virginity and the various escalating sexual encounters he'd experienced since that time. He told her about his moral conflict, but admitted that, by now, his sex drive subsumed his rationale. He'd become a slave to his most basic urges. He even told her details about that day's encounter with the College Blondes.

Fanny quelled her horror. On her worst day she hadn't fucked four different men in the same afternoon. Fanny tried her best to keep her composure. Still, she felt that things had gotten out of control with her brother. Maybe he needed some discipline to bring him back into the fold. Maybe promising her silence had been a mistake.

Worse, as James described his devolution into more and more exotic forms of sex, Fanny's imagination visualized him in pornographic situations; sucking cunt, fucking ass, getting his balls sucked; and her own basic urges began percolating. Her cunt wettened noticeably, though not so much that her brother could tell.

"Remember, Nan, you said you wouldn't tell," he cautioned.

"I won't," she assured him.

"So, anyway, Dina wants me to come to her house on Saturday morning for a return visit. I'm going to do it."

"James! We have family field service on Saturday mornings! How are you going to get out of that?"

"I dunno yet. But I will."

"So you're not thinking of repenting before the elders?"

"I have thought about it. I'm not ready to do that yet."

"But you're ready to continue fornicating. What if one of these girls gets pregnant?"

"I can't worry about that right now. I usually try to cum in their ass or their mouth," he lied.

Fanny's sexual experience to that point had been limited to dry humping, masturbation and, on a couple of occasions, missionary position wet sex. Her brother was well beyond that.

"Cum in their mouth or their ass"?

Fanny had never even considered such degeneracy, much less practiced it. She'd been raised as one of Jehovah's witnesses. Her knowledge of sex only included the actions she'd already taken. Vaginal. Missionary. She found the idea of taking a phallus in her mouth or ass to be disgusting.

"Who Does that?"

James does that, that's who. She'd seen Delphia kneeling before him. She'd seen the outline of his erect phallus sluicing in and out of Delphia's mouth. Fanny had no problems believing that her brother did the things he'd admitted to. The question was, how could she reel him back from his destructive course? His life eternal in the New System was at stake!

Presently, their mother called the family to dinner. There would be prayer, family chatter and then Bible study. Fanny had noticed James spoke less and less during their family activities, indeed, he wouldn't comment at all unless prodded. Now she knew why.

What could she Do about it?

Dinner.

James and Fanny sat down to family dinner. During prayer James' cell phone buzzed. Head bowed, he sneaked it out to check. It was Delphia. She'd been texting him unsuccessfully for the past hour. James hadn't responded. His conscience convicted him. He thought that Delphia might be able to sense his infidelity from his texts.

What lie could he invent to explain that he'd walked Dina home? Everyone knew that Dina, the Queen of the College Blondes, wasn't seen with anyone she wasn't fucking. If one saw Dina walking with a boy at school, that boy was the most recent source of Dina's shaven vulva.

Of course, James didn't know of this girly custom. Delphia surely did. Delphia's recently shaven cunny advertised her relationship with James without mentioning his name.

None of the white girls he'd fucked that day went bald downstairs. Paula's cunt had a lush golden carpet such that even her slit went hidden from view. If and when all three girls shaved, all the women in the school would know they'd been fucking. Speculation as to identity of their partners would commence.

James could not tell Delphia that he'd walked Dina home. He decided to hope that no one saw them together (highly unlikely). He would simply tell a half-truth; he'd missed the bus and decided to walk home.

After the family prayer, James excused himself to go to the bathroom. There he responded to Delphia's text.

"I'm home. We're at dinner and then Bible study. I'll text u later."

Delphia knew James' schedule. By reiterating it here, James was buying time. His text insinuated: "I'll get to you in an hour and a half" without actually saying so. James hoped to have a credible story ready by then.

He returned to the dinner table where his parents awaited. His mother opened the interrogation.

"James, you've been acting rather strangely lately. Staying late after school. Hanging out with worldly kids. Your comments at Kingdom Hall seem, I don't know, distracted. Is there something you want to tell us?"

James looked to Fanny. She was just as shocked as he. Naturally, James would suspect that Fanny had been talking. Fanny shot him a look that said, "It wasn't Me."

"I'm fine, mom," James replied without elaborating.

"No, son, you're not fine," Bill Kittridge intoned. "I know you all too well. Your recent behavior troubles me. We don't have any secrets in this family. We're all at dinner here. Your mother asked you a question. I want an answer."

James was exasperated. They weren't going to let this go.

"Dad, I'm just; I'm just a little pressed. I'm having problems with my Trig class. People keep pressing me about going out for the basketball team. One of my friends missed the bus today. I offered to walk her home."

Mrs. Kittridge interjected: "Her? You walked a worldly girl home?"

"Yes, Ma'am. I didn't want her to get in trouble," James replied.

"What's her name?"

"Dina," he answered.

James' mother looked to her husband. Neither of them had heard this girl's name come up in family conversation before.

"Fanny? Do you know this girl?" Mr. Kittridge queried.

"Yes sir. She's a white girl. Lives over in the Red Lion subdivision."

"What do you know about her? How long has she been friends with James?"

Of course, James' parents immediately suspected a rat. Any friendship with a worldly person, especially a girl, was rife with negative connotations.

"She's a nice girl, dad. James already told me about her. He was just being nice. He barely knows her."

"Is this true, son?"

"Yes sir. She's not even in any of my classes. I stayed late after school. I was headed to my bus when I came across her at the pool. She said she was going to be late for the bus and asked me to ask the bus driver to wait. We ended up missing the bus. I offered to walk her home. That's all that happened."

It was a plausible teenager lie. It still didn't explain James' recent pattern of behavior.

"You know the Bible says 'bad associations spoil useful habits', James. You've been hanging around a lot of worldly people lately. This worldly girl Dina. That Tony boy, next door. You and he are getting a bit too close, I think."

It was true. Tony and James had been good friends for years. James' parents weren't thrilled about it, but said little. Now their concerns were out in the open.

"You don't like Tony?" James asked incredulously.

"That's not what I said, James. I said you've been hanging around a lot of worldly people lately. Your demeanor reflects it. We're just concerned about you," said his father.

"There's no reason for concern. You can't name anything against Tony. He's a good kid."

"He's worldly, James. Nothing good can come of it. You've been friends with him for eight years, ever since we moved here. He's never been to Kingdom Hall with us. His parents refuse to come. I think you ought to take that into account."

"Mom, not everyone wants to be one of us. It doesn't make them wicked."

"James, I didn't say they are wicked. The Bible says so. Only the true followers of Jesus will successfully come through the Great Tribulation and into God's New System of righteousness. We've told our neighbors this time and again. They've chosen their course."

"Are you saying I can't hang out with Tony anymore?"

James' parents looked at each other with exasperation.

"James, we think it's best that you curtailed your association, yes."

James was desperate. Tony was his only real access to Delphia, save for their surreptitious late night meetups.

"Suppose I get him to come to Kingdom Hall with us?"

"Well, if he wants to come and continues coming then, yes, we'll re-consider."

James looked to Fanny. She knew the truth. This wasn't about Tony. It was about Delphia. Fanny kept her promise, though. She held her peace.

James and Tony were casual friends. Tony mostly hung out with other boys on the long distance team. He played basketball in gym, but he really wasn't a consequential player. They ate lunch together. Occasionally they played pickup softball together. Otherwise their association was more sporadic than James' parents knew. Delphia was another thing altogether.

James pursed his lips and bowed his head. He wasn't agreeing with this new caveat, but he didn't think it worth arguing over. He was just glad that his parents didn't suspect Delphia, nor were they suspecting James' burgeoning appetite for sex.

The Kittridge family now turned their attention from James and on to the other children. Each of James' siblings now told about their school day and the challenges they faced. Their parents weighed in with biblical counsel before moving on to the next child. When Fanny's turn came James was afraid she would crack. She did not.

Now the Kittridge children cleared the dinner table, filled the dishwasher, put the food away and wandered into the living room for Bible study. It was a normal night at the Kittridge home.

James did his best to participate in the proceedings. He answered all questions posed with Watchtower mannerisms, using the word "we" instead of "I", and referring to Watchtower publications instead of the Bible whenever appropriate. He couldn't wait to get this ritual over with.

After prayer, James took his leave. He wandered downstairs to his room to text with Delphia.

To be continued in part 4. Based on the works of Bardot1990 for Literotica