Kurt Takes Twat Lessons.
In 8 parts, based on the works of Bardot1990. Listen to the ► Podcast at ExplicitNovels.
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At the end of first period Paula Fuller happened upon a casual friend, Kurt Kuhlmann, Denise Allen's boyfriend. Paula and Kurt had several classes together; they had a casual relationship. Paula served as Kurt's occasional confidant, a relationship that came about due to Kurt's friendship with one of Paula's ex-boyfriends. Kurt and Paula's friendship outlasted that relationship and had taken on a life of its own.
"Hey Kurt!" Paula challenged. "Whatcha doin'?"
Kurt responded, "Meh. Have you seen Denise? I can't find her."
Paula was aware of Denise's "every three days" rule and the rationale behind it. (Denise liked being blasted with a cum tsunami as opposed to a series of smaller pops.) Paula empathized with Kurt. She listened to his gripes about being subject to Denise's cunny ration.
"It's Thursday!" Paula laughed. "You must be ready!"
Kurt's look of woe contradicted the happy face he usually displayed on his scheduled days with Denise.
"Uh-oh," Paula cautioned.
"I don't wanna talk about it," Kurt groused.
He could hide his disappointment at being shunted aside by his girlfriend. His "acceptance" of Denise's caveat that morning had caused a rift between them. Sharon Minor had recently given him a mini-blowjob to assuage his fragile ego. Still, Kurt sought out Denise, hoping that she might re-consider. He mentioned most of this to Paula, all except the mini-blowjob part. Secretly, he hoped Paula might follow Sharon's lead. Paula would certainly be less empathetic given knowledge of Kurt's congress with Sharon.
Paula Fuller went to her second period class consumed with concern over her friend Kurt's problem. Of course, she knew all the pertinent details. Kurt wasn't shy about spreading his business around. She often assured him that most boys his age cum as soon as they get it in. Women expect it. It's not the first insertion that makes for an enjoyable fuck session; it's usually the third, Paula suggested, when a man's cock sensitivity has diminished.
Paula knew that this fact would do little to allay Kurt's ego. She knew, too, the person most in need of this bit of insight was Denise. Alas, she and Denise weren't close enough to discuss the vagaries of unprotected Cuntl sex. If Paula even deigned to broach the subject, Denise would know she'd been having intimate conversations with Kurt.
Even as Paula considered Kurt's plight, she was mindful of her own need. Where was that damned James Kittridge? He seemed to be possessed of an unusual measure of stamina. Their sessions earlier that week had been decidedly memorable, cooling Paula's rampant Cuntl burn with precision. Paula was in dire need of a top off. Perhaps she might find James and use him to clear her mind, using his dick.
That was her intent, anyway.
Paula rushed from her second period class to the school gym, hopeful of heading James off at the pass. Her blood was up. She'd gone without the day before. She thought that James might be amenable to a quickie, maybe not with dick, but certainly with some tongue. Her cunny moistened with anticipation.
James was nowhere to be found. He didn't even show up to gym class. Dejected, Paula trudged off to her third period class. She passed Denise Allen in the hallway and nodded a cordial hello. Denise recognized Paula as part of Kurt's extended circle. She didn't know the nature of Paula and Kurt's friendship, but didn't think much of her. Denise acknowledged Paula's nod rather less cordially than it had been offered.
It was a diss. Paula took Denise's coolness as a slight. They were women. Cattiness came as part and parcel of the genre.
Now it occurred to Paula that she might have a card to play in this newly perceived melodrama: Kurt Kuhlmann. Kurt and Denise were at loggerheads, right? And this friggin' cunt had the nerve to friggin' diss? James might not be available, but Kurt certainly was. Besides, he was a friend. And he needed some attention. Right?
Resolutely, Paula went in search of Kurt. She snagged him just as the third period bell sounded. He was already seated in class. Paula peeked into his classroom. She caught his eye and gave him the "C'mere" look. Kurt immediately responded, stepping into the hallway beside her.
"Listen," Paula said, "If you've got a few minutes to spare, I want to talk."
"Sure," Kurt said.
"Kurt, I've been thinking about your problem. I keep trying to tell you that it happens to all men, but you don't want to listen. If you like, I can show you a few things that might help."
"Whaddaya mean?" Kurt responded quizzically.
"I saw your girlfriend in the hall a few minutes ago. She dissed me for no reason. I don't like her, but that doesn't mean you shouldn't. I can show you some things. Maybe you can get her back. If you want her."
This was Sharon's schpiel, too. Kurt immediately recognized Paula's offer as booty call. How Denise's diss metastasized into a booty call wasn't his concern. First, Sharon had given him a mini-suck. Now Paula wanted in on the game. Kurt reckoned that his relationship problems tended to be cunt magnet. He resolved to have more of them.
"Show me some things? Like what?" he asked, already knowing the upshot.
"Follow me," Paula advised.
By now the school hallways had cleared considerably. Paula and Kurt had the main thoroughfares to themselves. Paula explained her rationale.
"Kurt, this problem you have with Denise's, er, 'snapper', is very common. I've told you this before. You get it, in, and all of a sudden its over. That's good for you. But it's bad for her. From what you've told me, she doesn't seem to mind if you're, quick. She minds that your, your, 'Money shot', isn't forceful enough. Do I have that right?"
Kurt nodded in agreement.
"OK. You're lucky. Most women want you to have a little more stamina. As I see it, what you need is a method to stock up on blast fuel. That way, when you , 'Finish', she can feel the, 'Rush."
Again, Kurt nodded his assent. In his mind he was thinking that Paula was going to suggest an artificial supplement that suppresses semen delivery while narrowing the delivery pipe, thus increasing the force of delivery. He'd done some PVC sprinkler work; the concept of successively narrowing pipes to increase delivery pressure was familiar to him.
Paula continued.
"Kurt, what you have to do is put it in, move it around a bit, and then pull it out just Before the, Finish, becomes inevitable."
"Pull it out?" Kurt wondered, bewildered at the thought.
"Yes, Kurt. Pull it out. Pull it out and don't touch it. Let it catch its breath. Then try her again."
"I don't know if I can do that. It all happens so fast."
"Well, the idea is to develop a tolerance. It's like taking a hit of cocaine. The first time you do it, it blows you away. Maybe the second time, too. But after that it takes more and more cocaine to do the trick. You develop a tolerance. You need to develop a tolerance for, you know, cunt."
"But she can suck me or we can do it up the booty and I don't cum too fast," he commiserated.
"We're not talking about her mouth or her ass, Kurt. We're talking about her CUNNY."
"She cums when I put it up her cunt," Kurt protested.
"Yeh, but she wants a quality orgasm, Kurt. There's a difference between cumming and CUMMING."
"So what do you suggest?" Kurt asked.
"Well. I didn't want to do this, us being friends and all. And you can't make too much out of it. I'll only do it this once. You understand?"
Kurt was very aware of where this conversation was headed. And very appreciative.
Ten minutes later Kurt and Paula were naked together in the back of a throwback Dodge van in the school parking lot. The vision of Paula's hairless Cunt had Kurt's phallus rocketing skyward. He didn't know that her shaven cunt indicated, to her female friends, a recent sexual encounter.
"Wow! You have a big one!" Paula mused, pointing to his lumbering cock. "I don't think I can take it right off the bat. Can you lick me before you stick me?"
Actually, this was a lie. Paula was fully capable of engulfing the big ones on sight. She was already wet. She just wanted some head. What girl doesn't? Kurt readily agreed. What boy wouldn't?
Paula lay back on the van's faux shag carpet, opening her legs for Kurt's consideration. He marveled at her nakedness. Her proportions were perfection itself. Paula's tits were pink and perky, and they wobbled like peach gelatin, ever so slightly each time she moved. Her abdomen, too, was free of excess, not athletically tight, but very softly feminine. Of course, her navel was an "innie". There was a freshness about her that contrasted nicely with that glint of lust in her green eyes. Her smile was guileless. She had two rabbit's teeth that were a bit larger than her others; her lips mimicked the heart shape of her vulva. They were red and sensual without the addition of lipstick. She looked as if she'd been born to suck cock, her mouth a second, more esurient, cunt.
Too, she went fully shaven. There were no hints of pubes under her pits or between her thighs, not even a smidgen of stubble. Even her forearms and calves went shorn.
And her cunt? Get right outta town. Bald as an egg! Paula had two bubbly labia majora and two luscious pink labia minora guarding the entrance to her canal. Crowned with a fat little pliable clit, her exposed slit would make a dead man cum. She sparkled with gleam. One could eat at her Y for hours and not go unsated.
She certainly didn't have Denise's soft pelt of curly ebon down between her legs. Kurt had no way of knowing that Paula's golden carpet had only been recently scraped away. (High school boys are always fascinated by a woman's pubic mound, hair and all, reasoning that any fifth grade girl can be bald down there. High school girls don't tend to know this; they shave their pussies according to the most current beauty trends.)
Kurt was a huge fan of Denise's fuzzy pelt though he didn't mention it much. In fact, it was the silken slide of Denise's luxuriant twat that usually engendered his ejaculate.
Paula's shaven cunt was nice. Kurt thought he could give her a poke with some measure of restraint. He knelt between her thighs to inhale that first obligatory sniff of paradise.
There's always something about that first sniff. People in long-term relationships know the sniff intimately. It grows on them over time. Like fine wine, it becomes a source of comfort, an opiate, a safe port in a storm. All other things being equal, that first sniff of poonan can keep a couple seething in lust for decades.
Too, every cunt in the world has its own unique aroma. At its best, it's sultry. Sweltering. Alluring. When that aroma tweaks the right olfactory nerves the sex can be amazing. Scent is easily the most powerful of the senses. It's why jungle cats pee on trees.
Paula's cunt whispered of riotous wildflowers, rhododendrons, fine tawny port, dick, and Lagerfeld cologne. One might easily imagine flocks of hummingbirds hovering manically about her cleft, competing for the privilege to siphon sips of her most intimate Cuntl nectar.
Paula smiled up at Kurt lazily. She knew the dizzying effect her cunt bouquet had on men. Having Paula's radiant cunt before him now, inches from his face, Kurt was appropriately dazzled. In his wildest dreams he'd never thought he'd get the chance at both Paula Fuller and Sharon Minor in the same lifetime, much less the same day.
Kurt nudged his nose into her cleft. From this proximity, Paula's cunt seemed almost magical. He drew a second, more personal, whiff, savoring the flavor. Paula could feel his hot breath coursing breezily over her shaven labia. She always loved that part.
Men!
But it was also lesson time. Paula got down to brass tacks.
"I'm going to let you suck my cunt for a little bit, Okay? I like it. I think you'll like it, too. It gets me wet for when you go to put your dick in. If you like, I can suck you, too. What's important is this: You must not cum. I want you to note each time you are ready to cum. Try to find the point where it's inevitable. Stop just before you get there. Whether it's in my mouth or my cunt, if you want to get past all this cumming too soon, you have to get used to being inside me. You understand?"
"I think so," Kurt replied. He was already ready to cum.
"Don't 'think so', Kurt. Know so. Get used to pulling out and starting over. Try to go a little longer and deeper each time. Three pumps. Five pumps. Ten. When you get to the point where you can go a full minute, I'll show you another technique. What is it that calms you?"
"I, I like playing baseball."
"OK, good. When you get going inside me good, think about being on a baseball path. Concentrate on what it takes to steal a base. Watch the pitcher's move, watch his leg kick. Time the catcher's throw. If you can concentrate on that while fucking, and do it for ten or fifteen minutes, you'll have Denise eating out of your hands."
"But, Denise doesn't care how long I go. She just wants to really feel it when I cum."
"I know, I know. You've told me a thousand times. If and when you build up stamina, hold it back and hold it back some more, you'll build up enough pressure to blast her out of the Universe. Come to think of it, I like it when that happens to me, too!" Paula chortled.
"Okay," he replied.
"One last thing, Kurt," Paula continued, "If you feel Me cumming, you can just go ahead and cum. I'll usually tell you when I'm about to cum, but if I don't, and you feel my cunt twitching real fast, that's the moment. I'll start humping you really fast and hard. Don't go soft if that happens. Just go ahead and slam it in there. Deep and hard. I'm a big girl. The harder you hit it, the better I like it. I'm sure Denise likes it like that, too."
"Well, except for the twitching part, we never get that far," Kurt replied. "I can feel her cunt snapping real tight around my dick, twitching Really tight, as soon as I get it in. And that's what makes me cum. And the next thing I know we're waking up all sweaty and wet. We never get around to the 'deep and hard' stuff."
"Well you can get around to the deep and hard stuff with me," Paula countered. "Just plow it in there when I start twitching. Go fast, go hard. Even if you cum too soon, we can always try again. We have the whole hour."
Kurt's erection was becoming painful. He was happy to conclude Paula's lesson session.
"We can start practicing now, if you want," he commented. "I'm ready."
"Eat my cunt, Kurt," came Paula's response. "Don't get too far ahead of the game."
She rotated her hips to amplify the ethereal effect of her split fragrance. Smiling drunkenly, Kurt went in. Paula hadn't indicated a preference for a violent oral assault so he began slowly. He sniffed and licked Paula's pink cunt lovingly as if it were a favored pet cat just home from a three-day bender. She was his ice cream cone, his lollipop. Parting her slit with his tongue tip, bottom to top, Kurt finished with a double clit swirl and a wet, all-too-familiar kiss. Paula roiled. He essayed the move again, this time paying more attention to Paula's cunt sidewalls and her flower petal-like inner cunt lips. Paula's scent billowed forth. He kissed her cunt again. Paula shivered her hips opulently, hinting at the existence of another orifice just south, a special orifice, an orifice too in need of special oral attention.
Paula's cunt puckered open. Kurt inserted his tongue, just the tip at first, but soon enough the entirety of it. His upper lip engulfed her clit. Paula moaned. Her hip rotations became increasingly animated, strident. Kurt could sense that his dick was in for a comprehensive shagging if and when he finally got it in. Paula was humping the shit out of his tongue. It was as if she hadn't had her cunt sucked in days.
"Oh! Kurt! Go slower! Softer, damn it! I'm gonna cum!"
He hadn't realized that women sometimes suffer from pre-mature ejaculation, too. He'd only been down there for a couple of moments. Paula was on the verge. She hadn't lied about letting him know of her progress toward closure.
"Go ahead," he mumbled.
"No!" she fairly shrieked. "Not yet!"
She pushed his head away from her churning cunt. Kurt could see that her pelvic thrusts were involuntary. Her pelvis jerked upward for want of pole. Paula really was flirting with disaster.
As her hip rotations slowed, Kurt could see Paula's back arching abnormally. She bent her vertebrae almost perpendicular just before unleashing a monstrously quick upward pelvic thrust. It was like watching a slingshot whipping a stone at a squirrel. This was Paula's orgasmic rage in motion. She'd said she wanted to be slammed at the moment of detonation. And here she was slamming, the air. There was no dick or tongue in her. She wanted to cum, but then again, she didn't. Paula was showing him the mechanics of restraint.
Kurt waited for her breathing to calm.
"Did you cum?" he asked.
"Almost," she huffed breathlessly. "You see what I did there? That's what you have to do."
"If I start whipping my dick around like you just did, I'll cum. I almost came just from watching you."
It was true. A dollop of pre-cum dripped from his urethra. Paula noticed it.
"Yeh, I see. If I suck you now, you'll be done and gone."
She pulled his head back down between her thighs.
"Okay, let's try this again," she whispered. "Suck it like you did before. That was good."
They repeated their cunnilingual session, yielding the exact same result. Two minutes in, Paula's cunt churn became manic, even extreme. The lights and the zoom of the impending maelstrom crazed throughout her body, unleashing scads of cunt scent and anguished moans before Paula pushed him away. She began humping the air fast and quick, like a male dog in heat. Kurt longed to insert himself, and almost did, but held back with a monumental effort. He watched Paula calm. He even scooted up to suck her tits as her climax skittered adrift. She let him nurse at her erect pink nipples before demanding a third attempt at oral.
Each of the next two attempts replicated the first two. Rather than burnishing his abilities at restraint, Kurt was now in a fine lather. He felt that if his steaming cock brushed up against Paula's knee, even accidentally, jizz launch was inevitable.
By the fifth attempt, Kurt Kuhlmann was in a foul mood. His earlier loving attentions to Paula's cunt became rougher, almost brusque. He licked her cunt with raw, savage abandon, using his tongue as a dick, probing in, out and over her most sensitive Cuntl nerve endings. He tongued her asshole while reaching up to squeeze her tits. Paula's reaction, too, became more frenzied. She was twitching like a motherfucker. Paula wanted to push him away, as a teaching device, but this time found she could not.
When he rose up to mount her, she readily complied. Kurt pointed his phallus cuntward and slammed it in brutally, basking in the sheer elation of penetration. Paula's pinkness closed gratefully about his pole. They crashed into each other violently for a full ten seconds before the whole world exploded in shards of broken glass and jagged razor blades. A nuclear tsunami boiled up from their genitals and blasted them into the multi-verse, causing them both to shriek out wildly in pain and joy. Kurt unleashed a gusher, soaking Paula's cunt in hot, tapioca jism.
There was no quick recovery from this cataclysm. They lay naked in the back of the van for a full ten minutes before either of them was able to move. When finally able to break free of their conjoinment, their movements were stilted. Painful. In this one huge upheaval, they'd become one. Separating their genitals was tantamount to separating Siamese twins without an of anesthetic.
"Yeh," stammered Paula. "Suh, something, like, that."
She finally understood Denise Allen's demand for a pressurized, bomb-diggity release.
"Maybe, you should spend more time sucking, and, less, time fucking," she advised.
James' ex-communication.
The local congregation of the Jehovah’s Witnesses finally took action concerning James’ sinful commissions and omissions. It left him in a precarious position. As an eighteen year old, technically he was grown. His parents had no obligation to keep his sinful ass up under their roof. On any given day, James knew that he could return from high school and find his bags packed and on the curb. Indeed, his father, Eldon Kittridge, faced subtle pressure from the other elders, to treat the boy thusly. It was generally agreed that such discipline would be useful in bringing James back into the Christian fold.
Family history
What society didn’t know, was that James was born to a crack whore and quickly adopted by Eldon and his young bride, just 8 months after trying in vain to conceive a child of their own. Perhaps James was a bit coddled because of this pity, but God blessed the Kittridge home with a pregnancy just weeks after the rescuing of baby James.
Eldon and Abby moved to Pennsylvania just two months after Fanny’s birth, and the couple decided to keep the adoption as a secret from everyone, including the children. In Eastern Pennsylvania, their new neighbors invited them to church, and within 2 months the Kittridge family were devout members of the Jay Double Yous, the Jehovah’s Witness family of believers.
Family disciplines
Eldon Kittridge agreed with this assessment. Instead of implementing it, though, he made James and Fanny swap rooms. Eldon felt that having James sleep upstairs would severely curtail his nightly extracurricular activities. Surely the boy didn't have the nerve to fornicate in the room right next to his parents' bedroom.
"I need to keep a better watch on him," James' father surmised.
Additionally, James was shunned at home. He was allowed to sit thru family Bible study but not allowed to comment or question. His parents and siblings enforced a very limited subset of conversational topics, usually school and James' plans for getting a job. James faced the imminent danger of being involuntarily emancipated.
James took all this in stride. His most immediate concern was the loss of sexual relief. He wasn't allowed to stay late after school anymore. He wasn't allowed to attend football games. He'd lost Delphia. His only choice was to skip classes in order to wet his dick, which he did at every opportunity. His grades suffered. When his parents found this last bit out, James was sure he'd be out on the streets. But what could he do? Once you start fucking you can't just stop cold turkey.
James and his sister Fanny remained secretly close. When their parents were around, Fanny made sure to regard James with the smarmy, high-handed disdain JW's reserve for the fallen. Her comments to him were short and snippy, dripping with church ooze. In private, however, she and he commiserated. James told her of the agony he suffered, borne of his sudden celibacy. Fanny confided that she, too, felt those pangs of loss. In their unguarded moments, she held her brother tenderly as his rampant biology unfolded before her. James seemed to be possessed of perpetually unaddressed erections. Even his sister's touch caused his phallus to rise. Fanny noticed it. It was so big!
As children, James and Fanny had bathed together often. This stopped when Fanny began to develop secondary sexual characteristics. Fanny had seen James naked since then, but the reverse was not true. Beneath those plain JW outfits, Fanny had developed into a voluptuous woman with swinging tits, a svelte waist and a rounded ass. In profile, one could see her protruding pubic mound.
Fanny never wore tight clothing. Her clothes were often baggy, hiding her feminine assets, like most JW women. The only chance to see Fanny in profile would be on those rare occasions when she streaked from the family bathroom to her bedroom in her panties and bra.
To be continued in part 6. Based on the works of Bardot1990 for Literotica