Tharros Cave Orgy 38

Hey studs and sluts,

Enjoy your jacking to the next section of the Cave Orgy!

XXX

Instantly, she took a massive blast of precum to her sexy face. It did not wipe off her smile.

Jizzelle was suddenly aware that she had been left with a fair accompli. A deep and urgent thrill, tinged with a sense of approaching foreboding rather than apprehension coursed throughout her – SQQQUIIIISSSHHHPPLOOOSSHHHH – as the shadow loomed up behind her, she instantly and involuntarily squirted into the lube pool, her tight pink pussy simply emptying between her legs, shooting in a splatter through her slinky, taut, thigh-gapped legs and frothing into the fluid.

She turned. Dareios was there. This was it – the biggest challenge she would ever face. The biggest of them all, the ultimate alpha, the most dominant and commanding cocksure cocksmith of the group.

She was fluttery after the shock of the evacuation of her gelatinous fluids from the luscious, gurgling slit. Then – SWWWWOOOOSSSSHHH WHHUMMMPPP SMAAAKKKKKKK – the potent, musclebound, hulking power stud grabbed his immense beastcock in his hand, which whispered in the air as it continued its inexorable journey downward, not just planted between her massive, protruding, firm cannonball tits, but parting the cleavage as it speared down, pushing the pair of orbs aside, the head planting firmly against her breastbone with a heavy, hard impact that winded her. She felt it deep inside her thorax.

‘Don’t worry,’ Dareios said, as his obscenely inflated and vein-mapped penis disgorged an immense, surging rope of heavy, wet, thick gluey precum that shot out of his cocked and practically pissed all over her gorgeous face in a sloppy, four-second burst, ‘you’ll like it.’

That was it.

It was as if she blacked out, almost. She was aware of being carried like a piece of baggage across towards the far end of the room, under a cluster of the burning, burnished orb lights. She was transported as if she were nothing, her lithe, supreme and stacked fuckdoll body carried under one arm of the stud – burly, thick, hard - steel hard biceps locking her against his chiselled side as he took her over. The others followed in their own ways – Cassandra leading Spillsby by his dick, Lorel and Faslane in lockstep.

Then Jizzelle was lifted and planted against the wall. She could feel the same soft but firm cushioning above something harder and unyielding underneath. Her back was against it, and then her whole world became the simple wall of solid brawn before her, cannonball shoulders, immense, slablike pecs, a rack of bulging and distended abs, all marble-solid and silky smooth to her touch. She splayed her sleek legs and hitched herself over Dareios’s mighty hips, toes arched, gripping him with her thighs. There was a sound and a slick sensation beneath her and she realised that her pussy was once more almost pissing a trickle of her girlcum that was spewing out of her in a stream that connected her to the floor.

Then she was utterly destroyed.

There was a crunch as Dareios’s meatstick penetrated her, cramming her pussy with bludgeoning force that skewered her and made her feel impossibly, rapturously full, and the sensation simply kept going, dilating her labia, expanding her vaginal membrane and still, inexorably, unstoppably, spearing deeper and deeper, compressing everything inside her until it no longer felt deep inside her but impossibly close to her chest. She half expected it to burst out between her massive tits.

Jizzelle became aware of the intrusion of a sound on her consciousness, a keening, inarticulate aural expression, something so piercing and insistent that she first wondered whether Girvyn has inaugurated a siren of some kind. The sound went on, sharp, trilling, unending, and then she suddenly realised that it was SHE that was making the sound, that SHE was producing this inarticulate utterly harrowing thing and that her lips were wide open and a raw scream of animalistic and primal ecstasy was emanating out of her vocal chords, almost shredded by it, and then suddenly it was gone, and EVERYONE was looking down the line at her, couples paired up against the wall, sluts pinned in mating presses, turned towards her, eyes wide in astonishment, and then Dareios pushed all twenty six inches of a meat log the size of Cassandra’s bicep into her pussy and she felt an awesome crunch behind her as she was crumpled into the wall.

‘FFFUUUUUUUUUKKKKKKKK MMEEEEEEEEEEE!!!!’

Finally there were words to it, and they said it perfectly.

The wall behind he groaned ominously as Dareios punched his dick log into her pussy, and Jizzelle saw stars. A rope of drool drizzled over her plump, parted lips, and dangled off her chin before settling onto the FUCK SLUT tattoo decorously emblazoned on her clavicle. Dareios leaned forwards and captured the string of spittle on his tongue as he withdrew his monster phallus, the thing almost feeling like it was sucking the whoreish, massive-canned, utterly impaled teen vixen’s insides outside with it, and then as he plunged it brutally into her again, sucked it into his mouth, rolled it around, and then spat it back into her open mouth.

SPLATTTTTT – CRRRUNNCCHHHHHHHH

The sound of Dareios’s granite groin contacting flat against Jizzelle’s splayed pussy was both wet and hard, and the impression that her back was making against the wall behind her creaked and groaned from the weight of the warrior’s shunt. The bombshell slut felt herself being pressed into it. Shrieking, a gush of pure orgasm juice blossomed out of her sputtering cunt as the orgasm really took hold, and her legs started a spastic shuddering in the air over Dareios’ hips.

‘Fucking yummy you squirting little whore, getting dicked into the fixtures and fittings will do that to a girl, you take it from me!’

It was Galiana that had made the suggestion, and she was behind Dareios, attempting to roll both of his capacious, dangling nuts in his hand as her other one squeezed his utterly rock hard, tightly compressed glutes, the mega-boobed blonde fuck puppet pressing her enormous globes against the hulking warrior’s broadening lats as she shoved him with all his might so that he treated Jizzelle to a meat insertion with every centimetre of his inflated dick.

‘Get down there, SLUT!’ Dareios roared fiercely, hypertrophic adonis body utterly taut as his muscles attained the same bulging rigidity as his enhanced megacock, the whole of his body supremely supercharged now from the replenishing qualities of the lube pool, veins turgid on his body sticking out in bulging ropes that branched all over his rippling frame. Brutally, he reached behind and grabbed Galiana’s lube-slicked head before shoving her down behind him. Obediently, the vulgar whore knew just what lewd and obscene act to perform, and the stacked blonde bimbo fuckdoll eagerly grabbed the warrior’s flexible and dangling scrotal sack and gathered it back behind him so it was sticking out between his legs. Spreading Dareios’s bulging, rock-hard buttocks as best as the rigidity of the solid concrete glutes would allow, the busty minx shoved them up next to his asshole and took a to gorging herself on the feast of his giant, pulsing testes and his asshole, slurping tongue capturing the ovoid eggs in her sucking mouth SSSSCCCCLUUUKK before spitting them out and decorating his ringpiece with her slobber and laving it around with the dextrous organ.

Down the line against the wall the tussles between the couples were developing in a variety of ways since Jizzelle’s utter subjection to Dareios’s fierce onslaught into her helplessly plundered vagina continued apace. All the pairs were in the same position, and Spillsby was ploughing Cassandra like a demon, hewing his fuckpipe into the amazonian whore as her jacked eight-pack abs contorted and concertinaed in response to each of his thrusts, the shaven-headed tattooed fuckdoll holding her arm horizontal towards him and dangling her fingers in his licking, ravenous mouth while she tit-flexed her humongous bazookas in such a pronounced way that they bumped against her chin. She was getting fucking drilled, and was loving the way that the stablehand was expending so much obvious energy, sweat streaming down his face and dribbling off his chin in a rope as he strove to match her libidinal charge.    

‘Cum on stud, gimme that load. I wanna see ropes shoot out of you, you got that? I’m gonna make you shoot ropes, you get me?’

That was Lorel, who was doing well to speak since her head was becoming part of the wall. Her legs were both over Faslane’s shoulders, who had both hands hooked around her bulging quads, holding her up as he slamfucked her with a pulverising, pummelling fusillade of strokes that was indistinguishable from using her pussy as a punching bag. The stud was putting everything he had, every reserve of his sexual energy into her going all out and leaving nothing of his stamina in reserve. His head was down in a yeoman’s bow, watching his monster meat stick batter her tight cunt, angry veins standing out on his forehead, barely daring to look at the voracious and imperious expression on her face, but all the time hearing her relentless taunting, which only made him throw more and more into her.

He was already far gone, far past the point where he thought his dick would simply burst, but through every thrust he lost more and more of himself to the single-minded notion that it was either going to be her or him. There was no other way. Twenty-odd inches of rock-hard man meat slid in and out of Lorel’s sopping wet cunt twice a second, the sight of the blonde slut’s giant tits bouncing in front of him driving him wild. He grabbed both melons and squeezed. That was a mistake. She looked in his eyes and caught his gaze and smiled.

‘Pussy. It’s over for you now.’

‘Bitch. I’ll fuck you up, whore.’

‘Well tell me when you start…’

Pontus and Tamara were in the same mating press position and Pontus had his hands around Tamara’s midsection and grasped around the stacked brunette tart’s waspish waist, his fingers closed around her sides and his thumbs meeting in the centre of her flawless, gleaming, sculptured abs around her bellybutton. There was absolutely zero give in her core, and even while he hammered his potion-augmented fuck tool into her steaming, overstuffed clam, he was astounded at how his fingers could barely make a depression in her taut, striated musculature. She grinned down at him as he clasped her midsection in a vice-like grip, his own teeth clamped together tight in a rictus at the effort of attempting to squeeze her body, almost certain that he could feel the pulsing of his own tortured cock inside her midriff as he impaled her.

‘You can squeeze all you like stud, I’m not going to break.’

Pontus knew full well that the pressure he was exerting on Tamara’s abs would have been more than enough to disintegrate a watermelon, but her trim, slender waist belied these efforts. He couldn’t displace one atom of flesh from her muscular core.

‘Oh fuck…’ he groaned desperately. 

Of the couples, it was Faye and Damon who were proving well-matched, Faye with her hands above her having grasped some kind of handle to support herself as the warrior of Teitum drilled her into the wall, her absolutely humongous tits bouncing, both smeared with the saliva that she was lewdly disgorging over them, the slobber dripping all over the sides of them in ropes the ones which dribbled between the deep inside curves of her cleavage dropping down to plaster Damon’s vast, veiny hog as it plunged in and out of her.

‘OOOOooohhhyEEEAAAAHHH shove that fucking MONSTER COCK into MEEEEEEE! Make me fucking CUMMMMMMM!’ Faye was screaming as Damon hilted himself into her fully and started to slap her heavy tits, then her face while her tongue lolled uselessly out of her mouth, eyes fully crossed. Damon got a big kick out of her lewd, cock-drunk expression, and knew it was real rather than some performative display, but at the same time, every thudding hilt of his vast penile monolith into her squeezing pussy was sending him closer and closer to some kind of inevitable release that was beyond his control. Faye was younger than her sister-acolytes, save possibly Lorel, who was preternaturally goodat what she did, not to mention spiritually blessed, but she lacked the domineering calculation of the rest of her compatriots. She purely and simply loved pleasure, giving and receiving, and her own spectacular bliss was fuelling his own.

In the middle of the line, Lorel was freely monologing to Faslane, honey-poison words dripping into his ears, each syllable bloating his tormented cock further, the thing so utterly tumescent it was no longer throbbing at each pulse of blood that was pumping into the heavy tool: ‘come on Faslane, you fucking mutant, I bet you fucking loved it in that cage, just you, jerking off over the thought of me you fucking pervert, just you jacking off and sucking your own dick in the dark thinking of my perfect fuckdoll body and massive TITS. Where’s it going to be? Huh? Where’s that load going to go? That last load you’re going to blow? ‘Cause I’m going to make you fucking blow it, stud. Where’s that last load going to land? On my fucking gorgeous face? On these massive balloon tits? Maybe you’re saving it all to bust in my ass so it shoots so far inside me it starts pissing out of my face? Or are you thinking of my pussy? This perfect pink little pussy that’s going to ruin you, break you…’

Faslane toiled inside the perfect slut, muscles seizing, groin on fire, brain exploding and pent-up dick ready to spurt. But he held on. He now knew that this spurt would be his last in the arena. The whore was simply turning him inside out with lust, slick pussy constricting his cock harder and harder, every thrust taking him closer and closer to an edge.

‘AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAARRRRRRRRGHGHHGHGHGHUUUHUHUHUHUHUHUHUHUH!!!!!!’

CLANGGGG!!!!!

It was an absolutely otherworldly vocal sound that caught everyone’s attention, a pure, terrifying admixture that called to mind someone being sawn in half but loving it at the same time, all mingled into one new indefinable ripping aural expostulation, and of course, it was emanating from no other than Jizzelle. The shriek was so vivid, piercing, so new in character, it actually momentarily saved Faslane from busting into Lorel, so close was the stud cocksmith from giving up and relenting by relinquishing his load into Lorel’s torrid snatch, the alacrity of the sound putting him clean off his stroke.

As they all had in at the start of the standing-fuck gangbang, everyone looked back down the line to see what the hell Dareios was doing.