Discovering Delia Part 6
Discovering Delia Part 6
by Bill Beaumonte (oral_guy_2000@yahoo.com)
This work of fiction contains explicit material intended for adults over 18. If you are under 18 or are offended by non-traditional sex, do not continue.
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Author’s note: _This series presents a number of independent stories of about youthful first blowjobs. Some of these are inspired by my readers. I hope you enjoy this series.
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I called Brenda, hoping to be able to meet with her. Delia didn't want me to contact Brenda, since they weren't on good speaking terms, but I was determined to figure out what to do about Delia blowing Brenda's husband. I realized that I was in no position to bargain, but it couldn't hurt to try.
Brenda was surprised to hear from me and confessed that she was ashamed of what she had put Dean through (she still thought of him as her faggot little brother), but she agreed to meet with me.
I arrived at her house and she greeted me, offering me a beer, which I accepted.
"I think the last time you saw me was when I got Dean to kiss you," Brenda began, "And as I recall you seemed to enjoy it at the time."
"Yes, I did," I confessed, "But there's more to it."
"Oh?" Brenda responded, "Do tell me more."
"Well, you know Dean dresses," I explained, "But lately I've known her a Delia."
"That kiss must have made quite an impression on you!" said Brenda, "I thought I was to blame for making Dean a faggot, but now you too!"
"I don't quite see it that way," I protested, "I see Delia as a woman born into a man's body."
"I've heard that kind of thing before but never quite got it," Brenda returned, "But as I think about it, Dean was always kind of femme, and maybe should have been a girl."
"Well Delia is now my girlfriend," I said, "Which is why I'm here."
"So you know about Dean blowing my husband Jeff," Brenda said, "I suppose that can make your relationship a bit awkward."
"A little, but I really care about Delia and want to do the right thing for her," I acknowledged.
"The right thing," said Brenda, "I've been thinking about that."
"How so?" I asked.
"I forced Dean into it," admitted Brenda, "Or else I would tell our parents that he was gay. That was really mean, and I feel bad about it."
"I'm glad to hear that," I replied, "Would you be interested in making it right?"
"How could I do that?" she asked.
"Delia is completely passable from an appearance standpoint," I said, "But she really needs to learn how to behave like a woman publicly – would you teach her?"
"I'm not sure where to start," she responded, "But I can try."
"If you just hang out together and maybe go out in public," I said, "You could give her tips – that would help a lot."
"I can do that," Brenda agreed, "But I also want to let her off the hook with Jeff."
"I'd like that too," I concurred, "But can we leave that up to Delia and Jeff to decide?"
"You want her to continue blowing my husband?" Brenda asked in surprise.
"Not exactly," I said, "But I think she kind of likes it, so I'd rather she helps decide."
"You're a pretty permissive boyfriend," Brenda said, "But I'll tell Jeff about this and the two of them can decide. Meanwhile, I'll invite Delia to come over – we can maybe go shopping together – she'll be like another sister to me."
I thanked Brenda and departed.
When I saw Delia next I told her of my visit, and to expect a call from Brenda. After some discussion, Delia asked, "Are you sure you would be okay with be continuing to suck Jeff?"
"I really care about you, Delia," I replied, "And don't want to take away something you really like. You don't have to admit to me that you like it – I can tell. I just want you to decide for yourself."
Delia's eyes watered and soon tears began to stream down her cheeks. "You are so good to me," she said, "And I want to be the best girlfriend I can be for you." I held her closely and kissed her.
As I held her, Delia's phone rang. She answered and talked for a bit and said, "It's Brenda – she wants me to come over and go shopping with her."
"Do it!" I urged Delia. She finished the call and departed for Brenda's.
On her return I was anxious to hear all about her adventure. Brenda made good on her promise to teach Delia how to be a girl in public. She even took her into the lady's room, which initially terrified Delia.
Brenda surprised Delia by asking about giving blowjobs. Brenda had always thought blowjobs were disgusting, but given how much Delia enjoyed giving them, perhaps it was worth trying. She planned to surprise Jeff when he arrived from work.
"It sounds like you may be off the hook with Jeff," I said, "Are you gonna miss it?"
"I want to focus my efforts on you, Bill," she said.
"I appreciate that," I replied, "But you'll miss blowing Jeff, or some of the others, won't you?"
"I little," admitted Delia, "But I'll focus my desire on you."
I took Delia in my arms again and kissed her and said, "I don't mind if you do a little extra on the side, as long as you save your charms for me."
"Right now my charms could use your attention," she said. I led her to the bedroom where we undressed each other. Soon we were naked and fully aroused. I had Delia kneel on the bed and licked her pussy while fondling her clitty. After a few minutes I lubed up my fingers and slipped two into her, spreading them to open her. Then three, and then four, each time spreading them as Delia moaned with delight.
Now I pulled my fingers out and lubed my hard cock. I rolled Delia over onto her back and pressed my cock head to her, slowly slipping in, standing at the edge of the bed. I put her legs up against my chest and over my shoulders. Holding her legs, I pushed all the way in and began our intimate ride. She felt wonderfully tight – the only thing better than her warm wet pussy was the heavenly look on her face. I knew as long as I could continue to make her feel this good, I'd be doing well.
A lot of guys in my spot would be pumping like mad and cumming as soon as possible. Not me – I was taking my time, so my lady would be well-pleasured.
"Can you cum like this, or do you need a little help?" I asked.
"Oh make me cum – please Bill – I need it!" she gasped.
I took hold of her clitty with my lubed fingers, stroking and massaging it – giving special attention to the tiny head. In a few minutes her clitty squirted as she came, and I felt her tighten around me, pulsing about once per second. All this sent me over the edge, and I could finally cum.
After we caught our breath I pulled out and told Delia to remain there. I went to the bathroom and returned with a warm, soapy washcloth, and cleaned her off, front and back. I took the washcloth back to the bathroom. Upon returning I climbed onto the bed and we spooned, drifting off to sleep.
To be continued . . .
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–Bill Beaumonte (oral_guy_2000@yahoo.com)