Tharros Cave Orgy 39

hey studs and sluts,

Sorry I couldn't get the final commission out to you at the end of the month. Far too much happening in my life at the moment. Here's the nexy Cave orgy, a little longer than usual to make up for it.

AI treats this month will be Nurse Pennyweather... in pvc... taking sperm samples.

XXX

Dareios had simply let go of himself and hammered Jizzelle, the tattooed acolyte having lost all sense of self, completely overtaken by the twenty-six inches of prime-grade dickflesh that was ruining, remaking and reshaping her at the same time. There was no other word than hammered. She has been beaten into the wall like an ironmonger shaping a sword over an anvil. More than that, her whole head had been somehow compressed into the wall, her entire skull having been rampantly inserted into the cushioned part of it but still, incredibly, driven into an aperture of its own making as the meat-swordsman warrior, with one mighty thrust, picked her up, positioned her so that she was nearly horizontal, and, battering-ram-like, drove her backwards. Something had had to give, and (thankfully) it was the wall.

So it was that when everyone turned to look at Dareios performing this final climactic move, the fuckdoll’s nogging was embedded fully in the wall, and all they could see were Jizzelle’s wet, plump, bimbo lips almost as if they were part of it, the rest of her head buried behind. And the lips were… screaming.

As Dareios hilted in her, with a last, solid, thick squelch, plugging her pussy fully, there was a pause of no more than a second, and then, suddenly an absolute torrent of girlcum exploded out of the seams of her stuffed quim that Dareios’s cock was planted in that blasted out with shocking power and distance. Dareios was coated in the stuff, groin and legs plastered in it, but the rest of the fountain of female ejaculate that didn’t hit him jetted twenty feet behind him, almost reaching the lube pool. It was a tidal wave of her honeyed secretions that erupted out, ejected wildly in a splash that lasted five seconds and drenched everything in its path, falling over it like a cloak had been cast over it.

Dareios stayed hilted in her, putting an arm next to where her head should have been to support himself, and then, incredibly, it was as if the headless fuckdoll’s body was being electrocuted. Jizzelle’s arms, legs and torso started spastically and unrhythmically contorting and fitting like an epileptic in a totally uncontrolled and alarming way. Skewered on the monster dick, the tattooed bimbo priestess, head completely planted in the wall, concealed, lips shrieking, performed a manic, frenzied dance with her limbs, and the silken jets of her cunt cream continued to gush incessantly out of her plugged pussy.

It went on for a while. Jolting and convulsing like it had been struck by lightning, Jizzelle’s helpless body spasmed, creamed itself even more excessively, and then suddenly, like the power had been switched off on a taser, was still.

‘I think she’s done,’ Dareios said.

Everyone else had stopped.

‘UUUUUUUURRRRRRGGGGGGGGGGHHHHHHHHHHHH!!!!!!!!!!’

The roar took everyone by surprise. Dareios let everything go, forgoing his discipline and control over his magnificent bull-cock.

Inside the depths of the conquered porn-priestess, the warrior of Teitum’s spasming cock started to convulse and distend as his orgasm began, the muscles in the powerful, brawny undercarriage behind his balls visibly churning and bloating like the bulging of a bicep, and the monolithic muscles of his cock expanded and swelled. Tightening and releasing, Dareios dick spewed a pint of steaming, thick, potent cream into Jizzelle’s cunt, then another pint, then another, then another, thick curds of sloppy white cream cascading out in heavy, sloppy ropes between her thighs, and it didn’t seem to stop. He did this more than two dozen times, and a waterfall of the goo was streaming out of the defeated slut, not in a lazy succession of ropes, but more, with the evidence of intense pressure, simply flooding from her.

‘FUCK!’

Dareios extracted his dick from Jizzelle’s cunt.

It was the only thing that had been holding her up.

Everyone expected her body to crumple, but she didn’t.

Instead, to everyone’s shock, her body stayed there, suspended, pinioned into the wall by her head alone, hanging like a picture on a hook. She was limp, spunk steadily pouring from her splayed quim, arms and legs dangling, tits sticking out, clavicle adorned with the FUCK SLUT tattoo, finally completely silent, lips still open wide in a silent scream, the only thing that could still be seem of her face, the rest of it buried in the wall. Her toes were two feet from the ground.

Still the cum poured out of her.

Then there was a soft sound of pressure being eased, and Jizzelle’s head slowly, inexorably, eased out of the wall with the motion of hot toffee, pulled by the weight of her body.

The gorgeous, stacked bimbo, totally unconscious, plopped onto the ground.

‘Fucking stupid whore.’ Dareios said.

He took his dick in his hands and jerked it, wringing it with long, luxuriating, double-fisted strokes. More long, thick, white, heavy jets projected out of the meaty, glossy hood of his behemoth cock that stuck to her gorgeous honeyed skin wherever they struck her, covering her face, tits, shoulders, stomach and legs in thick, rick, creamy potent ejaculatory discharge that just kept spurting out in stinging, sprays. A cloud of steam formed over her body as Dareios deposited his spunk all over her, six-feet long beams of cum exploding all over the slut a dozen, then two dozen, then three dozen times.

Suddenly, the whole room went dark. It was the lights in the burnished globes. All of them, at the same time, went out. For three seconds, they were in total darkness. Then, slowly, the lights came back up.

‘One down,’ Dareios said.

‘I think we can all agree on that…’ Galiana said, surveying the cum-covered heap Jizzelle, reduced to a mound of indistinguishable spunk heaped against the wall.

‘Your first victim…’ Cassandra said, ‘my hero…’

‘The first loser…’ Tamara grunted, Pontus having picked up the pace of his humping, somewhat inspired by the spectacle.

 ‘There aren’t any losers in the arena of Girvyn, you should know that, Mara,’ Galiana said, ‘but we have out first winner here, certainly.’ She gave Dareios goo-goo eyes and helped herself to a feel of his muscles and his still-spasming cock.

Dareios had a fan:

‘Fucking WHORE!’ Faye said, on the end of the line, ‘lucky little slut getting fucked like that! I’m not surprised she’s zonked, getting railed by the FUCKING AWESOME HUGE COCKED STUD!’ She punctuated the sentence by drooling lasciviously into Damon’s mouth.

One of the group, however, wasn’t particularly happy at the display.

‘FUCKING LOSER more like!’ Lorel snarled, ‘I can’t believe that little bitch couldn’t stand up to you better. ALL THAT FUCKING TRAINING and she creams herself at the first sight of a bulge in a codpiece! PATHETIC! JIZZELLE YOU USELESS CUMRAG, THIS IS FOR YOU!’

Lorel changed tempo. She dropped the act of seditious, arch, manipulative teasing of Faslane, and her face contorted into an almost evil, certainly carnivorous leer. Instead of playing along with the stud, letting him pin her with his thrusts against the wall, she started to suck him back, hard, gyrating with winding, lascivious, circular strokes on his impossibly thick prong, weaving it back and forth and around as she fucked herself on it. She threw her hands back against the wall to support herself and threw her chest out, making her monstrous, round balloon tits stick up higher, the pair of melons sitting on her taut torso like spheres, as Faslane, almost helplessly, dipped his head lower and groaned incomprehensible words of pleasure and vituperation at her. He tried to do anything to wrest control back from their torrid coupling, but her massive jugs were too huge and round, no give whatsoever in them to grasp hold of, and after slapping both of them, fastened his huge heavy hands around her sweltering, sweat-slicked waist, but was confounded at the supreme hardness of her insides.

‘Don’t worry stud, you can count on me to make sure this fucking thing doesn’t go to waste…’ Galiana said, grabbing Dareios’s shaft in her hand just underneath the huge glans, marvelling at its rigidity and leaning over to drool – and then in her own inimitable way, slurp up and redrool, again and again and again – over his monster phallus, finally producing enough of the frothy white slobber to leave a literal stripe over the gleaming, vein-engorged surface of it every single one of the twenty-six inches from root to tip.

WWWWHHHUUUMMPPPPPP –

Galiana found herself whisked from her feet, slammed into the wall, perforated with the gigantic pillar of cockflesh possible and hammered into it before the end of the rope of her slobber had dripped from the underside of Dareios’s ballsack and splattered onto the floor. Jizzelle was literally underneath her, and her legs were hoisted up past her shoulders as the steel-hard pillar of arm-thick cockflesh staked her in the pussy.

Jizzelle’s succumbing to the intensity of the warrior stud’s fucking vanished from everyone’s thoughts as a new session of fucking began again, with a different kind of intensity. The vanquished little slut was in a messy, sodden heap on the floor, totally insensible, the first of them to go, but it was a visual reminder of what awaited them too. The air was gradually filled with groans, not words, and moans, not fuck-you epithets, as the commingled bliss of hyper-augmented fucking and the torture of fatigue became fused into the same sensation, inextricable from each other, limbs hyperextended in ecstasy, rippling, bulging muscles screaming with exertion, pleasure centres and nerve endings overloaded. Steam was rising from all of them now, prodigious cock bloating past simple total rigidity and ballooning, reddened with swells of blood that flooded penile tissue.

This went on for a while, longer than any of them could really discern with any certainty. Lost in the animalistic brutality of rutting, the only thing that punctuated the fuck-marathon was suddenly one of the couples in the middle of the line disappearing.

THHWAKKK -

It was Spillsby. He had dropped to the floor like a suit taken off a hanger. One minute he was slamming Cassandra against the wall, the next he was on the floor next to it and the busty, rapacious amazonian vixen was on top of him. His legs had given out – his toes were still touching against it – but he was on his back, looking up at the ceiling, and the underside of the tattooed templar’s enormous cans were looming over him like a pair of smooth, fleshy planets.

‘Got you now, Stableboy.’

Next to them, probably only because he had had the satisfaction of having outlasted Spillsby, Faslane was the next to relent. His descent was slower, and he slid down the wall, crushing against Lorel as he did so, her massive tits sticking into his face as he did so. Unlike Spillsby, he was fighting, struggling, battling a tsunami of fatigue with all the concerted resistance of a weightlifter staggering under a barbell. His face was scrunched and contorted in a manic rictus as Lorel rode him down.

‘Looks like we aren’t going to have to wait too long for another knockout…’ Tamara observed.

‘Spillsby’s a goner…’ Galiana said, ‘it’s lights out when Cassandra rides you like that…’

‘It’s Faslane I feel sorry for,’ Pontus said, ‘I’ve seen Lorel like this before. It’s only going to end one way.’

The three couples still standing shifted from where they were against the wall and accumulated around the two pairs on the floor, the whores happy to be carried and riding the massive schlongs that were rooted in their slippery, well-fucked cunts still riding their studs. The pressure seemed to fall away from them in waves as it became apparent that Lorel and Cassandra had very much the upper hand on their mega-cocked partners, and the toll was beginning to show, not so much in their movements, with their vigorous humping of their groins as potent and virile as ever, but in their reddening, sweat-drenched faces, their heavy, laboured breathing, coming in ragged, their unfocused, reeling eyes, and now, plain to all, the absurd hypertrophic bulging of their pecs and arms, colossal muscles bulging and branching, veins sprouting out of them looking ripe to pop.

Cassandra pinned Spillsby down by his shoulders, using her strength and weight to hold him there while she rode him into a helpless sexual delirium, bucking her hips on him so that her solid spherical glutes bucked and jiggled behind her, while Lorel lay vertically, monster tits sticking out, using her groin in smooth back and forth motions, utterly impaled, and then slowly leaned back further, placed her hands on his thighs behind her to steady herself, arms locked, and pushed her head back orgasmically and her tits skyward. Both men were now holding on. It was just a matter of time, spunk building irrepressibly inside each of them.

Lorel suddenly threw her head forwards and locked eyes on Faslane.

‘I want that fucking LOAD!!!!’ the blonde monster-jugged nympho said, with a final clinch of her perfect cunt around his brawny beast cock.

‘NOW!!!!!’

Faslane had no say in it. His balls drew up, his loins felt as if they were collapsing in on themselves.

The sound he made wasn’t like a roar of pleasure. It was like the squeak of a chastised dog.

No-one could see any of the volcanic orgasm that was being pumped out of the tip of his cock as he relented to the blonde teen sex priestess vixen, but no-one could fair to note how he suddenly STOPPED - breathing, thrashing, humping – anything other than his entire body becoming convulsed and contorted into one frozen state, completely immobile, face an unreadable paroxysm, eyes and mouth wide open.

Knowing her triumph, Lorel felt the hot surge of potent ball cream explode inside her, and slowly, deliberately, moved forwards. The next thing Faslane knew, her tight little nipple was in his mouth.

‘SUCK!!!!’

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Faslane busted like a geyser inside Lorel and his whole body was clenched in a rictus for easily two minutes. The only part of him that was not subject to the tensed-up paralysis as every single muscle in his body bulged and contorted was the throbbing underside of his dick and his pc muscle, both of which were bloating, distending, and then crumpling in on themselves before abruptly spasming again and ballooning as he emphatically launched just horseload after horseload into the buxom blonde teen sex-priestess’s snatch.

But even as Faslane’s loins were torn by the intensity of the orgasmic earthquake that was electrifying his balls and dick, the slippery, small sensation of Lorel’s delicate little nipple being inserted in his mouth gave him something to focus on. Even though he so catatonically seized by the utterly paralysing force of gallons of spunk being rocketed rhythmically out of his turgid, orgasmically inflating phallus to the point where it abrogated any capacity to move his body voluntarily, the one thing he could do was still suck.

As his lips latched onto the perfect teen vixen’s tight nipple nub, Lorel let a soft gasp escape from her own moist dicksuckers, and he felt a squirt of milk pop out and land on his tongue, the smooth, creamy liquid quickly filling his mouth with its warmness and distinctive taste and consistency. Gulping it down, another expression of lactate swiftly followed, and he recognised a syncopated relationship between the bursts: for every hot, thick, violent release of jizz from his pumping dick that he blasted into Lorel’s insides, there was an instant spray of creamy milk inside his own mouth that he hastily chugged down, unable to do anything but consume it. This went on for a while, and after another dozen immense, pussy-drenching blasts of heavy semen into Lorel’s tight, squishy box, totally enveloping his tool, the powerful grip that cumming so heavily had held over him began slowly to diminish and relax its hold over his whole powerful frame, and as his mind cleared ever so slightly, he was finally able to move again, able to reach up and lewdly cup the absolutely massive sphere that was shoved in his face with his hand, sliding it over the exterior surface, fascinated by the roundness and size of the heavy orb.  

As the fog that had clouded his brain slowly cleared, Faslane, dick still fully entrenched in the whoreish blonde fuckdoll that straddled him, was overcome with a single unavoidable realisation that struck him powerfully and made his heart sink, even as the ecstasy of his orgasm was still present.

He has lost. Whatever the terms of the game that Dareios dictated were, he would be understood to have been outfucked by the superior acolyte. He had made a mess of Lorel’s cunt in the process, but it was bittersweet. He was out.

But there was no dimming of the lights, as there had been with Jizzelle.

It also dawned on him that it wasn’t over. And that meant one thing.

Lorel was going to have to break him to take him out. And she had her sights set on doing just that.

Slowly, the monster-jugged teen minx was seductively and sensually grinding on him again. The dick was still athwart in her steaming cunt, and a flood of glossy waves of spunk were now seeping out of her labial folds, surging out of her pussy that was openly splayed out across his inflated mega-cock, and ever so slowly, he registered with mounting anxiety that she was once again building up the pace as she rode his still-rigid shaft.

‘Sorry you lost,’ Lorel grinned, almost mockingly, ‘think of this more as a nice goodbye, certainly not a pity-fuck or anything like that. Goodbye, goodnight, all that stuff.’

Faslane couldn’t reply. Her tit was still in his mouth, and still expressing milk. The huge man was suddenly flooded with a strange mix of emotions and sensations. There was the hot, almost searing shame of losing and surrendering his load to the stacked, dominant goddess who was now gyrating victoriously and gleefully on him, but also the utter suffusion of exhaustion and fatigue that he was drenched in. But even as the realisation that she was now in total control dawned on him, Lorel increased the pace and started to ride him with utterly relentless abandon, lithe, powerful legs lifting the rounded globes of her butt high up his towering penis in big footlong strokes that sheathed his immense, obscene member, the membrane of her pussy stretched thinly around the bulging cords of brawn, heavy tissue, and thick veins, before the slut slammed down so that her round, peachy, firm ass clapped against his groin.

She was not just victorious. She was fucking him into submission. Total submission.

In under two minutes she had made him cum again.

‘GGGGGAAAAAAAAAHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH!!!!’

In under five, she had made him cum again.

‘GGGGRRRRIONNNNGGGGKKKKKKK!!!!’

She was relentless, driving her body up and down on his dick with unimaginable stamina, and the ferocity of it was overstimulating him to bust gout after gout of spunk into her. There was nothing he could do except for suck, and he slowly realised that Lorel’s milk was sustaining the last vestiges of his potency, that her lactations were flooding his body with power, and that the more he swallowed, the more and more his monster penis discharged rope after rope of jizz inside her. It was as if the stuff he was swallowing was making his balls churn and fill, boiling out of his sac with a volcanic effervescence that he was now powerless to control, and it was going through her in some kind of weird and warped feedback loop into him. 

Still he sucked.

Cassandra, already pinning Spillsby down, her strength easily equal to the overdeveloped and hypermasculine stableboy, had been sending glances to her side, and clocked the way that Lorel was feeding Faslane as she rode him. Spillsby was holding his own with the statuesque, amazonian templar, his fuck rod spearing into her deepest parts, but she could tell the toll that her aggressive, unyielding cockmilking was having on him, and sweat was streaming off him and bubbling up from his skin underneath her. 

‘Running out of puff, Spillsby? Thought you had a thing for me?’

‘NNNGGHGHhghhgh fuckkkk –‘

‘What was that?’

‘Don’t get too cocky, whore…’

With surprising strength and no little resolve, Spillsby managed to raise his arm, even as Cassandra tried to hold it back down, and there was a struggle between them as their biceps popped and bulged, but eventually Spillsby succeeded in cupping Cassandra’s chin with his hand and giving her face a few light slaps with his fingers. She giggled.

‘Let’s see whose really stronger…’

With that, Cassandra took Spillsby’s hand from her face, curled her finger around it and pulled it back down, before doing the same thing that Lorel had done and looming over him, her absolutely titanic, flawless, spherical pair of jutting fuck-pillows coming down over Spillsby’s face.

‘Cum on baby, feed from me. It’s the only way you’ll be able to last…’

Greedily, Spillsby started to suckle on Cassandra’s tit, surprised at the way that the quick flood of fluid rejuvenated him almost as quickly as the nipple popped in his mouth. Not only did strength surge through him as he consumed the busty whore’s lactation, but he could feel his turgid dick sprout and pulse inside her sweltering, gooey snatch. He himself had been able to cast a sidelong glance to Lorel and Faslane, and had become aware that Lorel had herself not only conquered the muscle-bristling stud, but was feeding him milk to sustain the fuck session. His balls suddenly felt hot and bloated, but before he could properly register this, Cassandra’s hands came around either side of his head, gripping him fiercely, and she held him to her breast.

‘SUCK IT!!!!’