Facing Delphia.
In 8 parts, based on the works of Bardot1990. Listen to the ► Podcast at ExplicitNovels.
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After dinner with his family’s skepticism and disapproval, James had to set things right with Delphia.
Delphia was dissatisfied with James' explanation.
"Walked home alone after missing the bus"?
What stopped him from answering her texts along the way? It's a good little walk.
She'd also been dissatisfied with their quickie in the stairwell at school. James had cum too quickly both times. He'd pulled out before she could get her shiver on. Hadn't she taught him better?
Delphia felt that James should be beyond such amateurish performances by now. She'd skipped out of class that day to get her cunt pummeled. It had been pummeled, alright. With Jizz.
She made her dissatisfaction known via text.
James was worried that his parents might investigate his phone and find incriminating evidence. Delphia's descriptions of their interactions had become increasingly graphic. Tonight she demanded that he meet her out back and fuck her properly. It just wasn't fair that he busted his nuts twice that day and didn't think about her sexual needs. How inconsiderate could he be?
James wanted to tell her that Fanny knew of their congress. Delphia didn't think much of Fanny. She thought Fanny to be a phony. Delphia knew certain details of Fanny's sex life. Delphia felt that Fanny was a self-righteous hypocrite. (She didn't feel the same way about James.)
James demurred. He was worried that Fanny might be up late watching his every move.
Any man that waffles over a direct cunny offer, is going to raise questions. Delphia was no different than any other woman. James, she felt, should be willing to move heaven and earth to get at the cleft between her legs. Any man would. So when he stammered in reply to her offer, her suspicions about his earlier explanation rose to the fore. What had he been doing?
James noted her suspicion. He'd lied to her about his whereabouts. Turning down cunny was another thing altogether. He decided to meet her that night, but he said it would be better if they "did it" at her house because, he lied, his parents were getting wise.
This tempered Delphia's suspicion some. James didn't necessarily have to fuck on a school night. He just needed to be willing to fuck. After all, hadn't she skipped out of class to meet him in the stairwell earlier that day? James should be just as willing to crawl out of bed at 3 a.m.
Delphia suggested that they meet in the stairwell before third period gym class this time. And she wanted some head, she said.
"And you'd better be there," she cautioned.
She put her phone down, reached into her panties and started masturbating.
James pointedly made sure to delete their text thread. It wouldn't do to have his parents find and examine his phone.
Doing the Nasty for the ladies.
When James opened his eyes he was lying on his back on the couch. Elena's luxuriant auburn-haired snatch stared him in the face. How he'd gotten from "Whatchu wan' do?" to this preternatural face-mount eluded his sensibilities.
"Just sniff it, James," he heard Elena whispering from above. "Don't touch it. Don't lick it. Just sniff it."
James did as he was told. Elena's mind boggling cunny scent was a better opiate than Viagra. James' cock stood at full mast, preening for wetness.
Elena's sister Lillian now straddled his cock, reverse cowgirl. She held his nuts in place with her palm, pointing his cock perpendicular with her thumb. Presumably, she planned to ease her cunny down upon it, hilt him and start the milking process.
A minute passed, then two more. Lillian continued to twiddle his cockhead between her wettened cunny lips. James became concerned. What was she doing? Without friction, saliva or cunny froth, he might lose tumescence. He knew that Lillian's cunny was down there somewhere. He just couldn't see it.
And yet his cock lunged for the rafters. Something was animating it, some unknown ethereal force. Was this the new thing that Elena hinted?
In truth, James' cock was held erect by cunny scent, both north and south. Elena's puffy cunny lips animated his nostrils. Lillian's extravagant cunny odor animated his cock. His cock "smelled" her Cuntl opening.
James looked up into Elena's eyes. Her voluptuous tits swung gently as she undulated her cunny before his nostrils. Elena caught his gaze with a loving look of her own. She ran her fingers through his hair. They'd never fucked. She intended to correct that oversight. Elena may have had an extensive casual sexual history, but she genuinely liked James. He was a good kid. As with Tony, she and her sister would harbor James' phallus between their legs as an extension of their mutual affection. Well, maybe not so much in Lillian's case. She was obviously here as a means of getting back at Tony. Elena's intentions were purer. She hoped that James' cock could withstand the furor of both their Puerto Rican pussies.
"James?" Elena whispered.
James caught her eyes without responding.
"James? Do you want this punanni? ¿Quieres esta coño? Do you want to lick it? To sniff it? To stick it?" she whispered invitingly as she rotated her cunt before him.
James shook his head yes. Elena obviously knew how to ramp up properly. She knew enough to know that men love to hear women say the word "punanni".
"James?" Elena continued.
James began to tremble. He wanted to cum.
"James, I want you to put your cock in my punanni. I want you to let me ride it nice. I want you to make me cum. You've got a big cock. I like that."
Cock flattery. Another aural aphrodisiac.
"James?" Elena whispered.
This was maddening.
"James, I want you to fuck my sister. But I don't want you to cum in her. I want you to cum in me. Can you do that for me, James? Cum? En mi coño?" (in my cunny)
James knew he could not. The first poon that slid down his pole was in for a sloshing. That coño looked to be Lillian's. The sight of Elena's swaying cunny and her verbalizations were, indeed, different that anything he'd ever experienced. James would cum if an animal touched his cock. James would cum if it was an insect. Elena's husky voice had him on the verge.
"James?" Elena said again.
James could barely keep his eyes open. He was on the razor's edge.
"I want to suck, your, cock, James. I want you to cum, in, my, mouth."
James lunged, barely missing Lillian's hovering cunny. Lillian pivoted away. She knew what Elena was doing.
"That's it, James. PUSH it in. Just like that. All the way in. I need to have you inside me." Elena whispered. Her clitoris blossomed before his face.
James smashed his face into Elena's cunt. Lillian pressed her smoothly pearled clit into his urethra and then down along the split in his cockhead. James came. His jism soaked Lillian's entrance. Lillian squeezed his nuts gently, kneading them to extract all of his available ejaculate.
Elena stepped away from James' face. Lillian now stepped up to straddle James' face. She scrubbed his face in her slit, cum and all. Elena knelt between his spread legs. She took his phallus into her mouth. James hardened again almost immediately
"I told you so," Lillian said.
James lapped at Lillian's jism-soiled cunt with relish. He was still dizzy from the force of his eruption. Elena's suggestive erotic whispering unleashed a surprisingly voluminous cache of spunk considering the amount he'd been spraying lately. That his cock had recovered so quickly was just another facet of Elena's fecundity.
Now James was ready to fuck. He'd been whispered free of a scorching nut. He wanted to be properly drained. There were two magnificent pussies in the room. A hard cock doesn't always observe the Man Code.
Stung to action, James pushed both girls aside. He positioned them next to each other, doggy-style, on the couch. Their pussies pulsed sensuously from between their ass cheeks. Elena had done the bulk of work leading to his first nut. He wanted to save her for last.
James moved up behind Lillian. Her cunt was slick with jism. He took his cock in hand and pointed it deliberately at her clit, the same clit that had so lustily pressed his urethra. Instead of thrusting into her open cunt, James began to twiddle her clit with his cock. Lillian started to groan. She wanted him to just go ahead and shove it in. James remembered her "cunt scent" tease from moments before.
"Lillian?" he whispered.
"Hmm?" she responded thru her lustful haze.
"Baby, I'm going to fuck you. I'm going to fuck you like you've never been fucked before," he said.
This seemed bold for him, she knew, all the more so since James was not known to ever use the word "fuck". He was a Christian.
"You've never had a cock like mine up your cunt. ALL the way up."
Lillian squeaked. Tony wasn't this assertive.
"Lillian?" he whispered.
"Hmm?"
"I'm going to fuck the SHIT out of you. Then I'm going to suck you. Then I want you to suck ME."
He ramped up his clit play.
"Um-hmm," she assented.
"Lillian?" he whispered.
"God damn it, James! Put it in!" she raged.
James obliged her. He rammed his cock fully into her cunt, nine inches of unfettered blacksnake in one go. Lillian shrieked. James pulled out. He went back to toying with her clit. Lillian's arousal was frustrated. Her clit was happy, but her hole went wanting. She endured another minute of James' teasing before erupting again.
"James! Stop teasing me!"
James slammed her with a thunderous double tap of surge. Then he pulled out and went back to twiddling Lillian's clit.
"James!"
He snatched her up so that her ass was aloft. Gripping her waist, James smashed his face between her ass cheeks. James then tried something he'd seen on the HBO show "Girls". He motor-boated, blowing extravagant flatulence between Lillian's cakes. Lillian almost died of pleasure. Tony, in fact no one, had ever blown bubbles up her ass before. The young girl was ecstatic. The presence of James' semen made the move all the more erotic.
Elena looked on anxiously.
James motor-boated until Lillian's writhing reached a crescendo, rubbing his nostrils between her cunt and her ass, humming air bubbles into both holes, eliciting sexual flatulence. James stepped up behind her. Using his cockhead, he went back to painting Lillian's clit in pud.
"James!" she cried out in frustration.
James smiled sardonically. He paused dramatically for effect, then inserted his cock into her shaven cunt. Lillian's cunt melted about his shaft like butter in a hot frying pan. He began to fuck her wildly. Each manly thrust caused Lillian to quake jaggedly. She attacked his thick, pulsing cock with the fury of a woman scorned. She crazed her way thru the torture of a monstrous orgasm. Fucking Tony's friend like this was payback for the Tony's infidelity.
Without waiting for his command, Lillian disengaged and turned to gobble James' cock. She'd cum. Now it was her turn to pleasure her new lover. James looked to Elena almost apologetically as his cock, still dripping with cunt manna, now disappeared into Lillian's throat. Lillian was upstaging her sister. Elena had seen this before, though perhaps not as animatedly. Lillian was a sexual dynamo.
James humped Lillian's mouth. As always, he loved the vision of a woman's spittle curdling along his shaft. He loved the lip drag. He loved the slobber. He loved the feel of tonsils tickling his pud and that little gasp a woman makes as she comes up for air. Lillian massaged his balls as she sucked. James' cock was welcome new pole for a cunt that had been so dedicated to a single boyfriend. That first "new cock" after a break up is So good!
But when Lillian turned about to offer up her sphincter to the boy, Elena stepped in. This was a bit too much.
"Wait. Wait," she said. "That's enough. It's my turn. You're gonna make him cum again."
Giving Lillian a dirty look, Elena yanked James away. She tooted her ass up to him..
"Do that motorboat thing," she ordered.
James ranged up behind her and knelt.
Exhausted, Lillian crashed down onto the couch. She began fanning her cunt. Lillian realized that her offer of anal sex had been something of an overreach. This whole encounter had been Elena's idea. Lillian still wanted that ass poke, though. Sex with James had been amazing! Lillian was willing to await the conclusion of Elena's turn at the pipe.
James knelt before Elena's roiling ass. Elena's sparse pubes curdled before him. Her silky strands spread further up her ass-crack before disappearing into her lower back. He could see, too, that her clit ran the length of her cleft. It was not marbled or pearl-like, like Delphia's.
Now Elena's cunt bulged before his face again, this time from behind. Her asshole puckered. Her creamy ass cheeks wobbled in place. Elena reached back with both hands to spread her ass cheeks, unveiling both her exotic holes. James recognized the perfume wafting from between. Slowly, James pressed his nose into Elena's ass.
There was something about Elena's crack that differed from Lillian's. Elena had an exotic spice to her goods that made analingus subtly different. James couldn't put his finger on it. His cock was still rock hard; its foray into Lillian's cunt and her maw had done little to remedy that disability. James suspected that his visit into Elena's split might alleviate his affliction. Her ass/cunt combo, now glowering before him, poured gasoline onto the fires of his libido.
Elena began to undulate her behind such that James' nose and lips we encumbered by both her sexual holes. James licked her sloppy wet. As her mania for tongue increased he was more able to probe deeper into each orifice.
Elena began to whisper.
"That's it, James. Lick it. Lick that coño, that sweet cunny! Lick that punani like a tiger. Oh! Suck me! Suck me, James!"
As before, Elena's use of scatological terms for "Cunt" intrigued him. "Pussy" is such an arousing word to men, especially coming from its owner. "Punani" is an even rarer delight. And coño? He'd never heard the term, but deduced its meaning from the context clues.
"My Culo, my ass, James! Stick that tongue up in there! Blow in it! Oh! That feels so good! Wiggle it! More! Faster! Deeper! Oh! Right there! Suck it!"
She scraped James' face between her ass cheeks with an ever increasing fervor. James alternated between motor-boating, sucking and licking. Salty sweat beads formed in her crack, only to coagulate and drip down onto James' tongue. He wasn't the first to lick Elena's ass. Each time she had her ass ravaged with mouth like this was the best ever, Elena mused.
"James! It's time!" she moaned.
James made no move to transition. Elena's southern split was too mesmerizing. Her taut, golden asscheeks bubbled before him. Her wispy-haired Cunt creamed. His cock yearned to be inside her from either vantage point. Elena weaved her ethereal sexual spell before his nostrils. James continued to lap and bubble at her ass.
"Yeh, lick that fuckin' cunny, you fuckin' muther-fucker," Elena growled. "That's it. Suck it! Yes! Gawd!”
She swung her ass in huge circles, like a twerk dancer, enticing him, praying for dick.
James clambered up to mount her. He pointed his steely cock into her sphincter and, without hesitation, drove the full heft of his thickness deep into her rectum. Elena shrieked. James now experienced the insensate joy of a woman's tightest hole awash in his bubbly saliva. James' spittle assisted his drive into the depths of Elena's bunghole. Soon, his nuts were flopping against her clit. Elena wanted a Mandingo to savage her backside. She got it. Gripping her by the neck, James raped her into the sunshine. Elena howled her approval using her native tongue.
"Ai! Papi! Vete a la mierda! Dámelo, nena!" which roughly means ‘Yes, daddy! Come now! Give it to me! No!’
Diabolically, just when Elena was just about to crash and burn, James pulled out. The young novice knelt and began lapping away at the asshole he'd just quitted. Elena knew what he was doing. Having ravaged her ass to the point of capitulation, James was ramping her back down the hill, unsated. He didn't want her to cum too soon.
"Damn!" Elena mused. "Somebody has taught this nigga Too well!"
Once a man's dick has gone deep, his tongue is just an appetizer. A fuck differs markedly from a lick. Better still, James had probed Elena's anal core and his cock was still hard. He hadn't succumbed. He knew that "the tease is the thing!"
Elena settled in for a good, long session.
James mounted her twice more, puss and ass, before pulling out, flipping the script, and returning to engage both holes with tongue. Each time he had Elena at the very verge of paradise before easing back from the brink. It was deliriously frustrating.
Lillian looked on with wonder. Neither girl had any idea that James was so skilled. Tony would have lathered both of them with jism by now, fallen asleep, and then awakened with another hard-on. Lillian had teased a single jizz bomb from James. Since then he'd been a pillar of stone. His cock stank with the drunken perfume of sisterfuck.
Elena grabbed her ankles. Still standing, she doubled over to allow James oral access to her split from behind. James caressed her knees as he worked. Lillian waited until Elena's groans of delight rumbled forth. She nudged up to James, intending to suck his cock on the sly as he serviced Elena with his lips and tongue. She reasoned that he was doing such a good job with Elena that he might appreciate some penile attention.
Each time Elena caught her sneaking up, she pushed Lillian away.
"It's My turn!" she croaked.
Finally tiring of Lillian's shenanigans, Elena took it upon herself to give James the blowjob she'd denied her sister. She'd sneaked a mini-nut in while James licked and fucked her twat. The resulting relief allowed Elena to think rationally apart from the fires consuming her nether regions. She knew that James Must be in torment by now. Elena hoped that she might return the rollercoaster sexual experience she'd received from the boy.
"I might even give him a back lick," she thought. "That's nice!"
The smell of well-used cock is a searing love potion for women. Don't let them tell you otherwise. A cunny-seasoned cock creams a woman like nobody's business.
Elena knelt before James. His pulsating cock resonated millimeters from her nose. She drew a long, luxuriant sniff at his urethra. It was like a hit of crystal cocaine. The tangy odor of numerous other pussies wafted forth, including her own and that of her sister. Tenderly, Elena offered the tip of her tongue to the split in his cockhead. She licked his opening, then inched south to the sensitive nerve endings beneath his bulbous crown. Involuntarily, James queefed cunny stench from his urethra into her nostrils. Elena was enthralled. This dick had bathed in the clefts of untold goddesses and left them sloppy, slippery and wet. Elena realized that this first encounter with James would remain in his sexual tissues for life. She wanted him to remember.
Elena looked up to catch James' eyes. It was time.
She enveloped his helm between her lips and began to inch-blow him. Each time her voluptuous lips crested his crown, James jerked spastically. His shaft went un-sucked, but Elena's attention to his most sensitive bulb proved more than enough to send the boy soaring aloft. And when she deployed her tongue in concentric, Delphia-like circlets, James knew Nirvana. He waited until the last minute, then surged forward to drench Elena's throat in cream. Holding her head tightly in place, James delivered up the full measure of his penile devotion. Elena swallowed his issue in great, gasping bolts of skeet. She was intrigued, happy and satisfied. This was too quick, but, whatever.
Lillian looked on. She wondered if taking James for herself was worth the effort. Neither she nor Elena knew the extent of James' sexual commitments. If they'd known, they wouldn't have believed it. James was a known Christian, after all!
Elena never got the chance at that back-lick in. James just didn't have the stamina for cresting long at the razor blade of lust. No matter. They both knew that this was going to happen again. And again and again. James would learn.
Good sex lends itself to a repeat performance.
The Benefits of Priapism
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 meet cha 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 Chiya 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 cunt". 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 phallus 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 reputation 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.
"Get 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 his cock.
"Get to sucking'!"
Chiya 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 Chiya 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 cunt was shallow; it didn't poke out in profile. Her pubic hair was sparse.
Chiya was better developed, with a nice rack, brownish nipples and a grown woman's bush. There'd been some chatter some time back about Chiya 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. Chiya 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 cunt 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 phallus at its base, he shoved it into Chiya's mouth forcefully, gripping the back of her head by way of encouragement. Chiya sucked until she gagged. Kurt pulled himself from her mouth and went at Margaret's. Chiya gathered herself, breathing heavily. Dick slobber dripped from her chin. When Margaret started gagging, Kurt returned to Chiya. The two girls fingered themselves wet as they sucked. Kurt made a big show of humping their mouths. Once, he stood Chiya up and ran his cock up the ravine of 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!" Delphia declared.
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 Chiya 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 cunt. A stream of golden squirt exploded from Delphia's cunt, five feet into the air. Kurt smirked. He'd fucked the juices out of her! Delphia trembled as her squirting arced skyward. The other two girls giggled. They'd never seen their leader launch before.
When her 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 cunt 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 cunt 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 cunt. It gaped open and shut like a lurking catfish. Kurt could see, too, that Margaret's cunt 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 cunt, 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.
Chiya stood off to the side, watching. She wondered why she always seemed to be the secondary choice.
"What's wrong with My cunny? 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! Muther fucker!"
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 pile-driving Margaret in bold doses of thunder. Any pain she felt due to his size now became background radiation. Margaret's cunny, dripping in froth, was doing the talking. And Margaret's cunny 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 ass cheeks, seeking intrusion, as if her clit were a phallus.
Kurt now turned to Chiya. 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.
Chiya was not Kurt's last choice. She was last because Kurt wanted to finish in her cunny. 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 Chiya atop Margaret. Now he had three Cunts layered atop one another, each of them open for intrusion. Chiya'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. Chiya 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. Chiya gasped wantonly. It was about time!
As with Margaret, he fucked Chiya to the precipice of disaster several times before lingering downward to pound the two Cunts 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 Chiya began to teeter, he power fucked her roughly, eliciting a vibrant spray of urine that Kurt enjoyed, this time without pulling out. Chiya's piss drenched Margaret's ass and her cunny before trickling down into Delphia's crack. Chiya 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 cunny, his dick was still hard.
"See? I told you!" chortled Delphia.
Not yet content with his performance, Kurt proceeded to ass-fuck each girl, spooning, atop the piss wet divan. Only Chiya 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.
To be continued in part 5. Based on the works of Bardot1990 for Literotica