Ah! the Benefits of Priapism!

(Note: All of the characters in this story are fictional, bearing no resemblance to anyone living or dead, and they are all at least 18 years of age.)

They came across each other in one of the school hallways. Delphia was all smiles and chatter; Kurt's reserve was evident. She'd left him with a raging boner the day before.

"Fuck you, Kuhlie!!" she opened playfully. It was a rehash of yesterday's opening, a tease hopeful of a replay, not an aspersion.

Kurt Kuhlmann sneered. He walked past her. Delphia charged after him.

"Hey! What's wrong?" she said.

Delphia believed that her playful opening might precipitate another anger bang. She'd spent the entire prior evening quarterbacking that scenario. Instead, the object of her affection didn't seem the least bit interested. In the entirety of her life, Delphia had never met any man that shied away from her sexual favors. She wasn't about to start now.

"Hey!! If you want, I'll meetcha down in the auditorium again. That was fun!!"

Kurt was dismissive.

"Nah. I can't. Maybe another time."

"Oh, c'mon, Kuhlie! You know you want to! Somebody's been teachin' you a thing or two!! I liked it!!"

It was rare that Delphia had to beg somebody to give her a top off.

"I can't, D. I've got something later on."

Delphia wasn't about to be put off this easily.

"I can make it worth your while..." she teased.

Kurt paused.

"Whaddaya mean by that?"

Delphia replied: "I left you hanging yesterday. I owe you one. I owe you THREE."

Now Kurt was intrigued. What could she possibly mean?

"Three? Three of what?" he said.

"Come with me," she said.

She led him back to backstage at the school auditorium, the same red divan they'd scorched the day before. This encounter had a different feel to it. Whereas yesterday, Kurt was fully in charge, today Delphia led the way. This put her off a little. It was Kurt's demanding, masculine mien yesterday she was so enamored of. She hoped that version of Kurt would emerge today.

Kurt turned to her.

"You want me to fuck you again."

It wasn't a question.

Delphia smiled at him.

"Not just me," she said.

Margaret Kenyon and Ch'hiya Sakai emerged from the backstage gloom. Both of them were naked. Clearly, Delphia had so enjoyed their congress yesterday that today she'd enlisted her confederates for the rematch, not knowing that both these girls were (in Kurt's view) "old pussy". He'd fucked them already. The only thing going in Delphia's favor was that he hadn't fucked them often.

Aware, now, of the shot, Kurt's penis began to rise. Fucking Delphia was one thing. Fucking Delphia and her whole crew was quite another. Delphia began disrobing.

All three girls soon stood naked before him. Kurt was still fully dressed, though a lump had formed in his jeans. It occurred to him that he could still walk away from this meetup and keep his rep intact. In fact, walking away might enhance his reputation, inasmuch as nobody with any sense would have walked away from these three.

Kurt had as much sense as anybody else.

"GIT OVER HERE AND TOOT IT UP!!" he ordered, getting immediately into character.

Delphia hurriedly complied.

"Now, watch this!" he said.

Kurt shed his clothing. Kurt pointed to it to his cock.

"GIT TO SUCKIN'!!"

Ch'hiya and Margaret dutifully knelt before him. Delphia scurried up to join in.

"Not YOU," Kurt said. "YOU watch."

Delphia sat back down. Kurt was in character now, realizing that Delphia's fealty redounded from his authoritarianism. Maybe her friends enjoyed being submissive, too.

He'd been with both Margaret and Ch'hiya on occasion, via his friendship with Tony Gilbert. Margaret was a skinny strawberry blonde with large front teeth, kinda like Paula Felton's, but less well endowed. Neither her tits nor her ass wobbled when she moved. Her pussy was sallow; it didn't poke out in profile. Her pubic hair was sparse.

Ch'hiya was better developed, with a nice rack, brownish nipples and a grown woman's bush. There'd been some chatter some time back about Ch'hiya going shaven. She'd returned to her au naturale roots since that time. Her hair was raven black and straight.

Both these girls now worshipped at the altar of Kurt Kuhlmann's johnson. Ch'hiya sucked the knob. Margaret licked at his balls. Ever so often they swapped. Like yesterday, Kurt didn't feel much progress toward a nut from the efforts of either girl. While in character, Kurt just felt grungy.

He let the two girls suck him while Delphia lay off to the side with her legs spread and in the air. He could see Delphia's pussy gasping for want of dick. Kurt decided to let her stew for the time being. She obviously wanted a muhfucka to treat her like shit. If he satisfied her lusts too willingly or too quickly, she wouldn't respect him.

It was time to take charge of this dual blowjob. Grabbing his penis at its base, he shoved it into Ch'hiya's mouth forcefully, gripping the back of her head by way of encouragement. Ch'hiya sucked until she gagged. Kurt pulled himself from her mouth and went at Margaret's. Ch'hiya gathered herself, breathing heavily. Dick slobber dripped from her chin. When Margaret started gagging, Kurt returned to Ch'hiya. The two girls fingered themselves wet as they sucked. Kurt made a big show of humping their mouths. Once, he stood Ch'hiya up and ran his cock up her ass. She howled with delight. It was a tease. Kurt summarily returned her to her duties slobbing at his knob.

Looking on, Delphia began to finger herself using her ring and middle fingers. She was blazingly aroused. Her clit protruded from between her fingers. Her labia glistened with wetness.

"He's GOT to put it in me!! He's just GOT to!!"

Kurt noticed her desperation with appreciation. He liked fucking Delphia. Up until yesterday, she'd always been in charge of their sessions. Today, she was the supplicant.

Kurt pushed Margaret and Ch'hiya away. He mounted Delphia missionary and fucked her raggedly. Her masturbatory efforts had her at the precipice of concussion already. Kurt's urgent coupling put her over the edge. As she collapsed into the abyss, Kurt abruptly jumped up, pulling himself free of her pussy. A stream of golden urine exploded from Delphia's cunt, five feet into the air. Kurt smirked. He'd fucked the piss out of her! Delphia trembled as her piss arced skyward. The other two girls giggled. They'd never seen their leader launch before.

When her piss stream subsided, Kurt snatched Delphia, still quivering, over onto her stomach. He snatched her hips into the air. Delphia dutifully complied with his positioning. Now he called Margaret over, positioning her atop Delphia such that Margaret's pussy cleaved Delphia's ass crack. Both pussies were exposed. He moved in behind Margaret. He painted both slits with his cockhead before slamming the full length of his nine-inch cock up Margaret's seven-inch twat. He held it there while Margaret acclimated herself to having a dick this big churning in her stomach. Tony Gilbert, her boyfriend, had a nice cock lengthwise, but it wasn't this thick.

Kurt let Margaret's pussy tremble about his cock in pain and ecstasy, pulling both her wrists behind her back, holding them together with one hand. Looking down, he could see Margaret's anus gasping between her cakes as had Delphia's pussy. It gaped open and shut like a lurking catfish. Kurt could see, too, that Margaret's pussy could only encumber seven inches of dick. Two inches of his cock remained free.

"Delphia took the whole nine yards," he mused.

Kurt fucked Margaret slowly. Intuitively, he knew that a violent fuck would damage her. She seemed more fragile than Delphia. For this consideration Margaret was grateful. She'd fucked Kurt before. A slow, methodical fuck always led her to a more extravagant orgasm. Such was the case this day. Kurt fucked her carefully, twirling his pelvis in circlets that he might gouge a bigger space in her smallish pussy, luxuriating in the caress of her wispy pubic hair. When he felt Margaret's orgasm mounting, Kurt pulled out and dropped down to give Delphia another taste of pole. The Delphia fuck was insanely rougher, more dynamic, as she preferred. She peed again onto the divan. Kurt pulled out of her ass to have another go at Margaret.

Ch'hiya stood off to the side, watching. She wondered why she always seemed to be the secondary choice.

"What's wrong with MY pussy? Why am I always THIRD?"

She swirled her fingers about her clit in anticipation.

Margaret wondered if she could pee like Delphia. She wondered if she SHOULD. Kurt's methodical thrusts left her wildly aroused. Just now his fat cock was pounding the girl below.

"When he comes back to me, I'm going to cum. I just know it!!"

Delphia muttered bold obscenities as Kurt plowed her ass. Margaret could hear Delphia's epithets.

"Oh, fuck me, baby!! Shove that fuckin' dick up my ass!! ALL the way up!! OH! SHIT!! MutherFUCKER!!"

Margaret waited patiently until she felt Delphia seize up again.

"I'm ready!!" she thought.

Kurt withdrew and scooted up. Margaret felt Kurt's cockhead probing at her entrance, felt it pushing her labia aside, felt it barreling into her cunt.

"Harder. HARDER!!" she moaned.

Kurt began piledriving Margaret in bold doses of thunder. Any pain she felt due to his size now became background radiation. Margaret's pussy, dripping in froth, was doing the talking. And Margaret's pussy wanted thrust. She wanted the full nine inches. Kurt hit her with four deliberate power shots before pulling out. Margaret seized up. Still lying atop her friend, Margaret climaxed, pissing directly into Delphia's ass crack. Delphia cringed up as she felt Margaret's warm urine pouring over her sphincter.

"BITCH!!"

Margaret wasn't paying attention. She was lost in the sensational joy of a kinghell, searing, mind-bending nut. Margaret rubbed her extended clit between Delphia's quivering butt cheeks, seeking intrusion, as if her clit were a penis.

Kurt now turned to Ch'hiya. The Chinese girl stood by the divan watching anxiously. She saw Margaret lose control of her bladder and wondered if that was the expectation here.

Ch'hiya was not Kurt's last choice. She was last because Kurt wanted to finish in her pussy. He wanted his nut to wash over her and leave her debilitated on the divan. Black/white interactions were fairly common. Black/Asian interactions were special.

He positioned Ch'hiya atop Margaret. Now he had three vaginas layered atop one another, each of them open for intrusion. Ch'hiya's thick pelt of silken pubic hair trickled up the line of her ass. Her slit hid behind a labial mass of fur.

Kurt buried his cock in this hairy forest, pleased to find her sticky cleft at the bottom of it. He pushed forward. The scintillating ecstasy of first insertion engulfed him. Ch'hiya humped him inside her with quick, trembling palpitations of her twat. In seconds, their pubic mounds were smashed together. She took the full nine. Kurt's balls lingered along the line of Margaret's ass crack. Ch'hiya gasped wantonly. It was about time!!

As with Margaret, he fucked Ch'hiya to the precipice of disaster several times before lingering downward to pound the two vaginas beneath. He took the time to drive into each girl's anus. Kurt soon established a pattern between the six orifices before him. His cock stood up to the test they'd set before him.

When Ch'hiya began to teeter, he power fucked her roughly, eliciting a vibrant spray of urine that Kurt enjoyed, this time without pulling out. Ch'hiya's piss drenched Margaret's ass and her pussy before trickling down into Delphia's crack. Ch'hiya didn't launch a concentrated stream of pee. Rather, she launched an aerosol only separated into mist by her bush. Soon, Kurt's balls and both the girls asses beneath dripped in golden dew. When Kurt finally pulled out of her sopping pussy, his dick was still hard.

"See? I told you!!" chortled Delphia.

Not yet content with his performance, Kurt proceeded to assfuck each girl, spooning, atop the piss wet divan. Only Ch'hiya managed to squirt from this iteration. The other two girls were completely drained of pee.

Kurt now lay back, allowing each girl to mount him cowgirl. Delphia was the queen of this position. Her unparalleled twerking almost caused him to bust a nut. Almost.

Kurt was disappointed. By now his erection was, again, painful. He needed to rid himself of excess jism in the worst way. His stomach burned. All three girls stank from their armpits and nether regions, as if they'd been riding a stationary bike commando. The one odor missing from their intercourse was the piquant aroma of ejaculate. Every female orifice in the room sizzled with the friction of a long-term dick mugging. The red divan was soaked in pee. In short, the four of these youngsters had consummated an historically devastating fuck.

And they knew it.

"Dang, Kurt!! What's the matter with you?" Delphia snarked. "You ain't cum yet?"

He was still hard.

"Don't worry about it. I'll handle it."

Kurt knew the solution to his malady.

"Why didn't you bring Angie Devi?" he mumbled.

"Next time I will!!" Delphia retorted.