Tharros Cave Orgy 37

Studs and Sluts, Studs and Sluuuuuuts,

First submission of the month. Enjoy!

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‘I call that a win…’ she laughed.

Squeezing her glistening, sweat-soaked, bombshell body from under the huge heaving frames of the studs, Tamara slid to the side, got on her knees, smoothed her hair out behind her, and stuck her massive tits out.

‘I’m done with you. Make it a big load, guys.’ She stuck her tongue out and waggled it at them as they surrounded her. Five tortured, bloated, immense shafts pointed at her from every angle, like a circular firing squad.

‘UUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUNNGHGHHGHHhGHGHGHGHGhhhGHGHGHGHGHH!!!!!!!!’

It was an absolute torrent of spunk that was rocketed out at Tamara from every direction at once. Her face was obliterated, her hair caked, her tits drenched, her abs running like cum gutters, her muscled quads covered and her pussy splattered with the stuff. The deluge didn’t stop as the five studs’ first stages of the orgasm was more like pissing cum on her, and the unbroken beams of hot, white molten fluid connected her with each of the dicks all at the same time. Damon’s was the first to end, and the next blast was a three second hose, which signalled the beginning of pummelling blasts of the stuff that belched out of each of the spastic members for three minutes or more. At point blank range, the splattering squirts kicked up droplets of steaming semen where they hit and molten globs of the stuff were exploding everywhere as ribbons more of the stuff were projected all over her.

After five minutes of continual pulses of spunk being ejected through the air onto the cum-splattered whore, only Faslane was still shooting.

‘I can’t fucking stop…’ he was moaning through gritted teeth, ‘can’t fucking stop cumming…’

Eventually Faslane just let his dick go, and for another five minutes, the huge, cum-coated tool, on its own, continued to spurt its load all over the cum-smothered slut until his shoulders slumped and his tongue hung out of his mouth. Then his legs gave way and he collapsed to his knees, spastic cock still pumping until he toppled and fell on his face in front of Tamara. 

Everyone looked at the spectacle of the behemoth man crumpling prone in front of Tamara, herself on her knees. There was the point that the floor of Girvyn’s arena was itself somewhat cushioned, the same as the walls, furniture and fittings, having a springy but firm consistency to it, but all the same it was a bit of a surprise to see the enormously muscular stud faceplant the floor without attempting to use his hangs to break his fall, such was his level of fatigue. Tamara stayed on her knees, the bucketfuls of thick, steaming sperm that had been hosed on her slowly sliding off her gorgeous sleek frame and monster torpedo tits, but the brunette slut slurped a last few strands of cum from her body before hauling herself to her feet.

He was still breathing.

Tamara prodded Faslane experimentally with her toe and then rolled his hulking body over with her foot. She placed a foot on his chest and then knitted her hands, shaking them either side her head in a champion’s posture.

‘I call that a win!’ she grinned.

‘One down…’ Cassandra said, wolfishly eyeing the other men, ‘wonder who’s next? How about you, Spillsby? You look a little green around the gills…’

That was a true observation. Of the rest of the studs, Spillsby was breathing heavily, almost to the point of asthma. There was an uncharacteristic droop to his cum-dripping cum cannon. There were still a magnificent twenty inches of it, but it was less than rigid.

‘I’ll be alright after a breather in the pool…’ Spillsby said.

Suddenly, there was a choking gasp from the floor. Faslane came back to consciousness with a ragged gulp of air.

‘NNNGHGHGHGhhhhhhhh!!!!’

A thick final plume of heavy spunk sprayed out of his cock, caught air, and splattered all over his own chest and Tamara’s ankle.

‘Nice,’ Tamara said, ‘only place there wasn’t any cum on me.’

Faslane coughed, and grinned up at her, ‘I always finish the job.’

As Spillsby and Pontus started to haul Faslane to his feet, gathering him between them with one of his arms round each of their shoulders, Galiana gave her assessment.

‘You know, you ahem lesser guys are going to have to reconsider all of these blackouts,’ she offered, ‘where do you get off with all of this “I’m outfucked, I’m dead, it’s over for me – Oh actually I’m fine?’”

‘Worried about me, Galiana?’ Pontus said.

‘Frankly, yes.’

‘Well I’m not worried about anyone,’ Lorel said, as the group processed back to the lube pool, ‘certainly not myself. But Girvyn did say that we fuck until we can’t fuck any more, and much as I don’t like to say it, looks like everyone is still working to capacity.’

‘Maybe we made these guys a little too well, Loli,’ Tamara remarked.

‘That will just make them all the more satisfying to break,’ Lorel said.

The group immersed themselves back in the lube pool. Once more the experience of luxuriating in the slick, transparent silvery substance was rejuvenating and blissful. All of them took the opportunity of going fully under the fluid, and when they emerged, the slickness of the slippery liquid was not only cleansing but replenished their energies anew.

Faye and Galiana came up together, the first two of the acolytes, the pairing around which all the adventures had hinged. They pressed their glistening mounds together, rubbing their achingly hard nipples against each other’s slick, gleaming titflesh, and Galiana took a good few mouthfuls of the substance, clamped her teeth, compressed her lips and squit-squitted compressed beams of the silky stuff into Faye’s giggling face as the colossal-titted teen-acolyte whore slid her hands all over her huge tits, ripped stomach, and smoothed her hair behind her.

Dareios approached the pair of whoreish, stacked blondes, and inserted his monumental fleshpiece between the dual pair of bra-busting bronzed bazookas, slowly and lasciviously getting treated to a lube-slick dual titfuck each of his hands resting on their thick, bubble-booties that just crested the surface of the slick liquid.

Tamara submerged herself in the middle of the pool, and a cloud of cum settled above her on the fluid as it was cleansed from her body, spreading out in a sticky, cloying patch. When the brunette vixen emerged from underneath, all trace not just of the potent, sticky residue, but of the rigours and exertions of the torrid gangbang that she had been subjected to were eradicated. She was once more the smooth-skinned, sleekly-muscled, lithe-limbed, cannon-ball boobed sex-goddess, dark eyes blazing as she looked for her next victim.

Cassandra came out of the lube to find Damon and Pontus on either side of her, and a huge pair of vein-rippled fuck-missiles, completely and utterly engorged, pointing directly at her.

‘Well well well…’ she said, curling her fists around the gigantic, obscenely inflated appendages and giving them lazy strokes, before using them both to pull the studs into her, either side, so that the meaty shafts slid over her luscious hips.

‘This is what you really want,’ Cassandra said, sticking her chest out and flexing her pecs so that instantly two spurt of milk were ejected in sprays from her nipples, plopping in the fluid in front of her. Instantly, both men fastened their lips onto her small eraser-tip buds and sucked the white liquid from her as she lactated, each groaning at her slow, even handjob, both clasping their hands to her monster orbs.

It was Spillsby and Faslane who didn’t join the group in the centre of the pool. Both of them drifted off to the side, resting their arms against its lip, watching the others.

Faslane didn’t look at Spillsby, but he soke loud enough for he, and he alone to hear.

‘Tell you what stableboy, I’m absolutely fucked.’

‘These women are something else…’ Spillsby agreed.

‘I plan to go down fighting…’ Faslane said.

When Lorel came up from the liquid, both of the men’s lolling organs kicked up from beneath the glossy fluid instantly, plumes of it splooshing around their inhumanly massive schlongs to propel, as one, a pair of precum rockets that jetted across the surface of the goop and nailed her in both eyes.

SPPPLAAAATTTTTTTT!!!!!

Lorel giggled and blinked, hands on hips, surveying the pair.

‘And there I was thinking that the pair of you were out of it,’ she said.

Hips teasingly and sensually rolling from side to side, enormous basketball-sized cans jutting like round, taut blimps in front of her, she slowly advanced on them.

‘Just enjoying the view, Lorel,’ Faslane said.

‘Oh is that it?’ Lorel said, ‘not trying to get my attention are you, stud? Better be careful, I’m not certain you’d be able to handle me after Tamara took it all out of you…’

‘I can handle you all right,’ Faslane said. Spillsby glanced at the huge man, noticing the edge in his voice. Lorel was needling him expertly.

‘You still think you can take me Faslane, is that it?’ Lorel continued, eyefucking him and sliding her weight slowly and deliciously from one hip to the other, easing her legs side to side in a slinky stripper shimmy, ‘maybe in your dreams you can break me with that bullcock, have me screaming and drooling as you cram it in my pussy so I squirt like a fountain until my brain breaks, but I think we both know what the reality is… you’re going to fold like a fucking deckchair next round and me and the girls will roll you into the pool while we fuck the real studs.’

Lorel raised her leg and then straddled Faslane’s dick so that the bulbous, glossy, lube-slicked head of the fuckpiece throbbed against her clit, ‘the most pleasure you can give me from now is how I imagine which part of you is going to break first… your brain, your heart, or your dick…’

Faslane glowered.

‘I mean, you’re not going to let him beat you, are you?’ Lorel said, glancing at Spillsby to implicate him, ‘maybe I’ll let you double team me and we can see who passes out first…’ Lorel snaked her hand treacherously to Spillsby’s shaft and started to stroke it with long, seductive, sweeps up and down the rigid, slippery member, veins bulging under her touch, as she shifted her leer back towards Faslane.

‘EEEEEKKK!’ suddenly, Lorel’s perfect composure was shattered as a huge pair of hands grasped her from behind. Lorel’s sculptured waist was so taut and trim that Dareios – for it was he – was almost able to get his fingers to meet around her, the monstercocked warrior grunting with satisfaction at the way her steel-core of muscles was firm to the touch, taut, ripped abs bulging.

Lifting her up, Lorel’s slick pussy came away from Faslane’s dick with a wet schluksound, before the monumentally potent brute raised her higher and then brought her down on the tip of his penis, Lorel releasing a sensual, soft, but no less ecstatic gasp as the warrior hilted her on his massive penis, her elastic cunt swallowing all of the inches as he skewered her.

‘Thought you needed some help,’ Dareios said to Faslane, as Lorel curled her arm around his neck and ever so slowly started to sensually bounce up and down on the massive pillar of flesh, just easing up and down ever so slightly, her curved, globe-glutes sploshing in the surface of the fluid as she rode him.

‘I was only playing, Dareios,’ Lorel drawled mock-sweetly.

‘Hmmph. I think some of you girls a getting a little overconfident. It’s actions that speak, not words.’

‘I agree…’ said Lorel, biting her lip as her pussy swallowed his vast, broad length, ‘What do you have in mind, stud?’

‘There’s a real test that’s still to be had for all you whores.’

‘Oh yeah? What’s that?’ Cassandra was intrigued.

‘If you’re all such fucking sluts, you should be able to make us cum.’

‘Where’s the challenge in that?’ Cassandra said, ‘I can make you bust any time I choose.’

‘Well, that’s where it gets interesting,’ Dareios said. ‘It will be different when we’re in control. Standing fuck, against the wall. Let’s see how you like getting hammered into that.’

‘Can’t say I’m opposed,’ Cassandra said.

‘Me either!’ said Faye.

‘And meanwhile, we’re going to see which of us can really last. We cum, we lose. But we’ll be trying not to. Trying very hard. It’s simple. You break us or we break you. No stopping, no cumming, no holding back.’

‘So who gets who?’ Tamara said. 

‘Yeah,’ said Lorel, squeezing her pussy on Dareios’s dick, eyeing Faslane in front of her, who was watching the broad tube on the underside inflate as her slippery box engulfed it, ‘we need another guy, right?’

‘That’s the wild card,’ said Dareios, ‘the slut left over can help the rest of the girls. Some nasty whore gets to go crazy on our balls and asses. Give the girls’ team a bit of a bonus. You’ll need it.’

Galiana’s hand shot up, splashing lube everywhere: ‘I’m interested.’

‘Big surprise,’ Cassandra said, ‘fucking ball-guzzling slut.’

They shared a wink. ‘Takes one to know one.’

Lorel was exuding some kind of magnetic force upon Faslane. Her eyes were hooded with lust as she slowly rocked upon Dareios’s member, totally impaled, enormous fuck balloons bouncing softly. She still hadn’t taken her eyes off him.

‘Faslane… I know I’m fucking packed with this stud’s mega horsecock right now… uuuuunnggg… that’s splitting me in two, so fucking deep in my guts… just before the head of this huge cock pops out of my mouth as I’m talking to you, I just want to say… nnngghghgh yaahhh, so good, so fucking good…’

Then she fixed him with a cock-melting stare - -

‘I’m gong to break you. Okay? I’m going to fuck you until you spurt your fucking spinal column out of your cock. And you don’t have a choice. It’s you and me.’

Lorel eased herself off Dareios’s clublike monster length, pussy breaking free from the tip with a splotch, and put her jugs around Faslane’s immense fleshpole, giving it smacking kisses along its side.

‘Fucking whore,’ Faslane said, ‘I’m in. All in.’

A plume of precum ripped out of his cockend and shot past her face.

Meanwhile Cassandra was making waves as she cut through the lube towards Spillsby. She had put down the pair of cocks that she was teasingly jacking, and there were still beads of milk dripping from her massive hooters that stuck out like basketballs on her chest. She stopped in front of him, eyeing his massive cock as it wavered in the air, jutting in front of his chest.

‘You and me have a thing, right?’ Cassandra said. ‘I can’t deny it, when I saw you as that fucking signpost I fucking creamed myself for this hunk of meat.’

Spillsby nodded. His cockend pulsed with his quickening heartbeat. Cassandra extended a finger and started to toy with the dilated aperture at the tip of his glossy, throbbing cock-crown, sliding it around before inserting the tip of her finger into it and squishing the precum leaking from it around.

‘Can’t deny I’ve had a hell of a lot of fun with this thing. Gonna make me real sad to just fuck the living shit out of you over and over until you fucking can’t take it anymore and collapse.’

She made a fist and mock-wiped an imaginary tear from her eye.

‘Real donkeydick, shame I have to break it…’

She grinned wickedly. Spillsby gulped.

Now that Cassandra had selected her victim, Damon was over to the huge-boobed acolyte Faye, mainly because she had started jiggling her enormous round balloon-inflated melons in his direction.

‘How about it, Faye?’ Damon said, coursing through the fluid towards the stacked blonde teen strumpet, immense penis locked on her, leading the way, the tip of the rigid head expelling half a dozen shots at the slut that impacted messily on the firm, tightly-stretched flesh of her golden tanned cans. ‘You know what I can do with this thing, you sure you want to try me?’

‘Try you?’ Faye giggled, ‘I’ll have you begging me to stop riding you.’

‘That’s what I hoped you’d say…’

Pontus and Tamara caught each other’s glance across the pool. The huge man’s enormous penis was pointed straight at her, ecstatically hard again, vibrating, throbs and bulges evidence of the nervous tension coursing through him.

Ordinarily with a dick the size and heft of a baseball bat he would have fancied his chances against any mega-slut that came his way. Now, after participating in the thundering gangfuck where the insatiably horned up and perfectly proportioned sex priestess had help her own against all five of the monstercocked studs all at the same time a substantial level of doubt crept into his mind.

Tamara gave him a look.

‘Stud, I will not take it easy on you.’

Then she smiled.

‘But I can promise you it will be one hell of a way to go.’