Tharros Cave Orgy 35

Hey studs and sluts,

Next part of Cave Orgy is here! Enjoy.

Next thing this month will be AI treats.

Then another Cave Orgy.

Then to finish, end of the month, probably SFS, I've got some ideas cooking.

XXX

There was a crash behind her. When she turned back, Faslane’s legs had given out underneath him, and he had crumpled into a heap in the wrecked bed of the couch, face first.

‘Oh well,’ the busty teenage acolyte said, and got on her knees in front of Cassandra, rolling her huge torpedo tits over the lewd templar’s obscenely cum glazed knockers, sharing in the rest of the voluminous double cumshot from the two studs. Both found holding onto the bar affixed to Lorel’s head useful to hold onto in order to stop themselves falling down.  

Somehow, Jizzelle and Faye had managed to stay conscious during the period where Spillsby had set about the both of them. How the boy managed to power-fuck both of the teenage Girvyn whores had been incredible. He had them up against the wall alternately, his augmented body a blur of sweat-sheened flesh hammering at each of them as they pressed their tits against the side and he had hold of their arms behind them, sometimes in a lock which he held over their asses, sometimes holding both as he annihilated their pussies and assholes. He busted inside of each of them one after the other, and then even as his orgasm subsided, pulled his dripping, still rock-hard dick out of whatever gaping, sticky hole he had been fucking, and then pulled the other one up and subjected them to the same.

It went on for hours and hours. The floor was toe-deep in his cum and their secretions. But the more he fucked them, the more he wanted to fuck them, increasing the speed at which he pummelled Faye’s pussy and Jizzelle’s ass, slamming his massive teen tool into them ferociously manner, each gorgeous bimbo bombshell acolyte just becoming a living cumdump to him – and he no longer cared if they could take it or not.

‘Fuck you! Jizzelle! Fucking cum whore! Fuck you!’

‘OOOOooooOOO yesss baby!’

Sweat ran down all their tight bodies as their muscles pumped themselves bigger the more that they fucked each other, from Spillsby’s raging prong to the overall picture of the gleaming flesh of thighs, tits, asses and abs looking obscenely hot. Spillsby’s veins, such were his exertions, looked like they were ready to burst, but still he continued to destroy the pair of sluts’ sweet holes one after the other. They were a tag team. He wasn’t. But he was holding his own. 

‘Oooo yeah stud, fucking ruin her! She can’t take it like little old me!’ Faye called, looking up as Spillsby pummelled Jizzelle’s slick pussy from behind, her face pushed into the cushioned wall, underneath one of the burning half-orbs.

Faye watched raptly as the overly pumped stud used every muscle in his body as well as his freakishly huge cock to push the thick shaft deeper and harder every stroke, deliberately trying to destroy and break the living fucktoy acolyte bimbo. Spillsby had given so many earth-shattering orgasms since he started fucking her than any human being would lose its sanity, and her numb arms and legs could barely hold her up any longer as the youth used her pussy as a punching bag for his veiny cock.

She slid down the wall, no longer able to hold herself up, her face jammed into the place where it met the floor, and still Spillsby fucked her, holding her arms behind her and grabbing her wrists as he railed her constantly spasming cunt. He put his foot on the back of her head and then kept slamming his cock into her quaking, sloppy pussy for another fifty hard strokes until she was completely motionless and then flexed his whole body upwards as he flooded her insides with more and more of his thick, potent seed. Sensing his orgasm was coming to an end, Spillsby slowly let the broken, cum-filled girl slide off his cock right onto the cold floor and pulled his cock out of Jizzelle’s broken cunt, spunk pouring out of it like an upturned milk churn, and used the last few ropes of thick cum to cover Faye too, even as long strings of cum hung obscenely from his cock to the blonde bimbo slut’s gaping pussy.

‘Fucking stupid whores!’

A river of white jizz poured out of the cum-bloated pussy of the unconscious Jizzelle and formed a small white pool around her.

‘You broke her!’ Faye smiled, through the ribbons of white spunk plastered on her gorgeous face. 

Tamara was just fine with the superhuman hyperfucking that was she was a part of, but was becoming increasingly aware that there wasn’t enough dick to go around. This was meant, after all, to be a battle for supremacy, but every time one of the sluts got hammered into one of the pieces of furniture, legs splayed, ass reamed, pussies pulverisingly railed, they simply righted themselves, shook it off, cracked their necks back into place, and got back to it. Or at least she did. There were signs that Jizzelle was beginning to flag – it had taken her five minutes to correct herself after being subjected to the ordeal of Spillsby shooting a dozen loads inside every orifice she had – and there might have been the sense that a couple of guys were beginning to fatigue – Pontus’s cock had a bit of a droop to it after Faye and Galiana had just double tit fucked him.

They did their best to hide it, and they were still pumping rich, hot loads of cum that were shooting back and forwards thirty feet, whizzing like white ribbons in the air, but she was going to need a lot more. Everything she could get, in fact.

‘Come here baby,’ she indicated to Damon, who was just putting the finishing touches to a behemoth cumshot that absolutely covered Lorel’s face and tits in his hot, heavy cream, the blonde teen slut rendered featureless by the thick masking of syrupy spunk that was dribbling down her as he grunted, convulsed, and shook the rest of the load onto her with a waggle of his monster dick.

She crooked her finger and gave him her best seductive pout, narrowing her eyes and tossing her head, the brunette strumpet shaking her tits at him for good measure. She licked her lips.

‘I need something good and hard,’ Tamara purred, ‘you going to bring that delicious meat-stick in my vicinity so that I can give you a ball-bursting slurp show? Or are you fucking empty now?’

Damon indicated his eagerness by directing his horsecock at her and releasing a jet of precum that whipped across the room and splattered all over her monstrous, protruding tits. Tamara was stung by the scaling hotness of the blast, scads of steam coming up off it as it plastered her jugs. Behind Damon, Lorel collapsed back, chest heavily, blowing cum bubbles through the masking of splatter on her face.

‘Come over her, Damon,’ Tamara said, ‘I need a big, fat log right about now.’

Damon moved over to Tamara, semen-dripping hog extended in front of him and leading the way. He presented the monstrous fuck club to the sultry brunette slut, who gave him a suggestive, lewd ‘O’ face as she once again found herself staring down the barrel of the enormous, vascular tube, steam rising from the top of its surface, ropes of cum hanging from several areas of the throbbing bottom of the brawny, visibly pulsating barrel of alpha male potency.

‘Just what I need…’

To Damon’s surprise, Tamara turned around and grabbed one of the gallon-sized urns from near the side of the pool, and then upended it, putting it on her hand, supporting it with her fist.

‘I need your help to ring the dinner bell!’ Tamara said, with a wink and a grin.

Grabbing the fat, rock-hard base of Damon’s massive shaft in her other hand, Tamara shook it back and forth and then wielded it like a club, so that the inflated head of the colossal, vein-ridged fuckpiece banged against the urn, sending out a deep and not untuneful sound that resonated through the room like a deep gong.

‘What the fuck is that slut up to?’ Galiana wondered, pulling Spillsby’s dick out of her mouth to vocalise the rumination.

Again and again, Tamara smacked Damon’s dick against the upturned urn, and the clanging sound rang out across the arena, attracting enough attention that those engaged in the relentless pounding gradually stopped their activities and looked over.

BONG – BONG – BONG – BONG – BONG

‘Glad to have your attention studs and sluts!’ Tamara announced chirpily, releasing the dick and urn, which clanged on the floor at her feet, to stand up in the centre of everyone, hands on her hips.

‘One sexy fucktoy at your service! Guaranteed to burst your balls! Are you going to be the one to satisfy me? Tits three times bigger than my head! The cutest tightest pinkest holes! A body made for sin and an extremely filthy mind, I wanna be full of dick! Let’s see if all you guys can take on little old me, all at the same time - that’s if you think you can handle it!!! If you ever wanted to break me, you’re not going to get a better chance.’

‘Oh she’s gonna take all of them?’ Galiana raised an eyebrow, ‘this is gonna be good…’

‘Bitch is asking to get taken out of the game,’ Pontus observed.

‘Spoken like a true bitch,’ Tamara retorted to Pontus, ‘well don’t worry Pontus, you’re gonna have backup.’

A few plumes of precum blasted out of the rocket-cocks that were pointed at her, blasting her face, tits and abs with sticky translucent pre-goo and emblazoning her gorgeous toned skin with gleaming splotches. Tamara giggled, and caught the slick loads in her fingers as she ran her hands over the smooth contours of her glazed skin, scooping it up and swallowing it whoreishly to show everyone what a huge slut she was.

‘Fucking stupid whore,’ Damon said, as Tamara grabbed his dick possessively in her left and used it to pull him in to her, her diamond-hard nipples grazing his pecs as she extended her tongue as far as it was possible to go out of her mouth and plunged it into his, swirling it around in a corkscrew motion until his head span.

Faslane was over quickly towards Tamara, massive, throbbing bell-end leading the way until it prodded against one of the stacked brunette bimbo’s mega jugs, barely making a dent in its solid spheroid form.

‘Yeah, bring that over here, you fucking huge-dicked freak,’ Tamara said, breaking her lip lock with Damon and turning towards Faslane to give him the same sumptuous treat of sticking her tongue out and fencing it with her own, then sucking his probing tongue between her lips. Two dicks were now planted against her monster cans from either side. She ran her hands from the sprouting root of each rigid dong up their corrugated abs. 

TTHHHWAKKKKK –

Another huge dong was planted between Tamara’s immense, gleaming knockers, slapping right between her deep, cavernous cleavage, and displacing the other two meat-rod momentarily that bounced on her firm, jiggling rack. It was Spillsby.

‘That’s it, you mutant-cock mother fucker,’ smiled Tamara, extending her tongue to Spillsby too, ‘You think you can take me? Maybe with all of your friends here you’ve got a chance…’

Almost immediately, Spillsby’s dick was ejected from where it had been entrenched in Tamara’s mounds by Dareios’s obscene organ, which the huge warrior smacked between the stacked brunette’s tanned, gleaming cans, displacing Spillsby’s meat log with a thick plop. Spillsby made no argument, but thought of an alternative route quickly and took it in his hand, levering it downwards before letting it spring up again so that it smacked between Tamara’s glistening cunt lips.

A prodding from behind in one of the plump cheeks of her juicy booty told Tamara that Faslane was behind her. It was immensely hard and nudged its way between her curvy butt.

‘So many fucking STUDS!’ Tamara snarled through her teeth, arms out to grasp the immense groin-stalks of Damon and Faslane, bouncing each against the topmost parts of her curvy, bronzed globes, sliding them all over the taut, gleaming flesh of her spherical cans in circular motions. 

‘That’s it, form a queue,’ Tamara said, ‘or on second thoughts… don’t…’

Tamara leaned forwards and tongue-kissed Spillsby, her nimble, slippery organ roving around his mouth, slurping his tongue into her mouth before withdrawing and immediately giving Spillsby her cheek so that she could kiss Dareios in the same way. She released the pair of meat lances at her sides, even as they drooled fat precum wads all over her gleaming melons, the pair of dicks still linked to the bulging spheres with sticky filaments of the gluey stuff. Damon on one side grabbed her left tit, squeezing it in his hand, while Faslane on the other swatted the other with his palm a few times, giving it heavy slaps that made the candied flesh jiggle.

‘I’m a cockbreaking whore and I’m gonna have you all laid out on the floor…’ Tamara said after she broke the kiss with Dareios, turning to tongue Pontus, who kissed her, then caught her chin with his hand and slapped her a few times in the cheek. Tamara reacted sensually, tilting her head up, eyes rolling into her head. It was bliss for her, and made her feel like a real whore.

‘You gonna try this dickbreaking whore?’ she breathed, ‘you think you want to… risk it?’

Faslane slapped her ass a few times and then ran his hand over her supple, bubble glutes, hands sliding and roving over the glistening, taut skin, gliding over her sweeping, broad hips and making swirling patterns of massage over her pronounced quads while he pushed his giant dick between the rounded mounds of her meaty junk and hotdogged her. From her front, Spillsby let his finger roam over the bulging, sculptured terrain of the stacked, mega-boobed whore’s jacked abs, thumb tracing the ridges and creases of her rock-hard abs, the stud marvelling at the sheer hardness of her body, impossibly firm and unyielding to his touch. 

 ‘You’ll never take all five of us,’ Dareios said, ‘no whore could.’

Tamara eye-fucked him as she tilted her head to the left and inserted her tongue sensually into Damon’s mouth.

‘Fucking pussy…’ Tamara grinned, easing her face away from Damon and reaching behind her to gather Faslane’s face over her shoulder and twine her tongue into his mouth, drawing it away, slobber now suspended between her tongue and Faslane’s tongue and her chin and Damon’s tongue, ‘throw a fuck into me and I’ll have you crawling back to the lube pool, you’ll see…’

‘Lotta meat you’re going to be smoking,’ Lorel said, ‘hope you’re up to it!’

‘Real fucking dick-magnet move, Mara,’ said Galiana, ‘eyes bigger than your stomach, never change, slut.’

‘I wouldn’t let her get away with that, Dareios,’ Jizzelle said, slinking up behind the monumental fuck beast and curling her whole hand around his testes alternately, massaging them, her hand wrapped around his waist to fondle his groin, ‘you’re not going to, are you? Pretty sure you could break her in two with this monster fucking pole you’ve got…’

There were now three sets of huge hands mauling Tamara’s seriously huge, basketball sized tits, each of them not quite big enough to encapsulate the firm globes in one hand, six sets of strong fingers firmly kneading and manipulating the slick, tanned hooters, while Tamara angled her torso back and luxuriated in the groping.

‘Give her what she deserves,’ Faye said, pressing her own huge tits against Damon’s back as she fondled his balls and peppered his broad lats with slick kisses, ‘fuck her brains out…’

Lorel was behind Faslane, and was pouring sweet, honey-sticky poison in his ear as she cupped his nuts: ‘Come on baby. This is what I made you for. Don’t you want to show me how perfect you are? Don’t you want to use that big fucking mutant hyper-fuck-log I gave you to bust this slut’s asshole wide?’ Groping lower still, Lorel pushed her hand underneath the huge-dicked stud’s legs, grasped his surging testes, and gripped them hard and made a fist with alarming firmness, squishing them together. Faslane groaned, electrified.

Tamara’s eyes slid to the side.

‘Fuck me till I’m broken, studs,’ she said, easing herself onto her knees, ‘but first use my fucking face for a big-cock cum party…’