Tharros Cave Orgy 33

Hey studs and sluuuuuts...

Just got back from holiday. Enjoy the new addition.

End of month submission coming as per usual.

XXX

Everyone laughed.

‘Help me christen it,’ Damon said.

Lorel gave him a cock-melting look and then strutted over to him, hips swaying, as she took his enormous, precum leaking fuckrod in her hand, placed another on his abs, and slowly, sensually, and methodically, wanked him with his dick pointing into the urn. With long, luxurious, twisting full-length strokes, the blonde mega-whore milked the stud warrior until he clenched and absolutely jetted a massive hot deluge of creamy white spunk that splattered into the bottom of the basin like tropical rain, with the rest of the spurts hosing against the side like a cow’s lactating udder, pumps frothing up as they splattered into the basin and covered the bottom of the receptacle.

Lorel licked the web of cum off her hand after she released Damon’s monster, pulsing dick, which still prodded into the urn.

‘Guys,’ the stacked tattooed blonde said, ‘I hate to see a big cum bucket with no cum in it!’

It wasn’t as if any of the assembled studs needed that kind of encouragement. In fact Pontus had already started blowing a huge wad in her direction before she finished her sentence, and the massive spray of spunk arced ten feet towards her and splattered her face and tits. Lorel laughed and scooped her monster jugs off the side of the urn so that they started to slide down into the bottom of it even as Pontus staggered over, spurting dick in hard, attempting to direct the successive sprays of his organ into the urn. He got there just in time to stand over it and void the rest of his balls into it, before which Dareios, Faslane and Spillsby also made their way over.

Standing over the urn, the five studs each placed their dicks over the brim, and each were soon joined by a whore that slinked up beside them. Cassandra positioned herself between Pontus and Faslane and coiled her hands around both rigid, throbbing, tubesteak shafts – Pontus was no softer for having just purged his balls – and sexily twined herself between them, turning her head from side to side to swap deep, spit-sharing, tongue-twining kisses between both of them while she wrung their monster prongs with practised twisting strokes. Turning her head from one to the other, the naughty templar vixen made absolutely sure to touch their long fuck rods together as she stroked them, sliding the gleaming vascular members all over each other as she fondled their iron-hard meat spears. Faye came up behind Spillsby, pressing her enormous, cum-slick jugs into his back, and the horsehung stablehand could feel her diamond nipples against his body as she reached both arms around his, slid them down his muscled abs and them started to stroke him with a double-fisted stroke. Tamara made sure that she was next to Dareios – ‘want to be balls-deep in my fist, stud?’ – and ran her nails up and down his obscene and brawny member before gripping his slippery, bell-shaped crown in her fingers and edging him seductively, before quitting the edging of him and giving him long, firm strokes to the root. Both Lorel and Jizzelle clasped Damon’s gargantuan, steaming, cum-dripping hog and gave him four-handed wrist action that left him gasping. Tamara’s tits popped unexpectedly and sent milk shooting across the circle to friendly fire across Cassandra’s ripped stomach, but it was Dareios that came first, blasting a heavy rope of semen that thrashed against the other side of the urn, as well as pasting Damon and Spillsby’s cockends with creamy batter before Tamara directed the rest of the load into the bottom. That made Spillsby instantly blow, and he erupted with huge force into the urn as well, and then suddenly all the stud seemed to be releasing their ballsacks into the urn at once, and the whole thing became a chaotic five-penis-python spunk fountain where beams, jets, ropes and splattering sprays just hosed into the urn to the hoots and encouragements of the sluts.     

It wasn’t long before the set of studs started to fill the urn up, and the whole thing became a chunky white churning bubbly mess of spunk. Faye caused a bit of disruption to the proceedings by lifting Spillsby’s spasming member out of the pot and spraying berserk gouts of cum at Galiana across the urn, but the insane blasts of concentrated jizz that were rocketing out of the five cockends soon made a thick, huge, hot bucket of semen that filled up to the brim.

They all dangled their dicks in it, stirring it around with strokes from their monstercocks, some lolling them in it, some splashing in the spunk bucket and kicking up white splashes as the jacked their pc muscles to make their fuck pythons tip up and down.

Galiana went straight for it, head first, hungry mouth open and tongue extended before Damon pulled her back.

‘Wait you greedy slut,’ the warrior said, ‘that’s no way to find out who the biggest whore is!’

‘Can you seriously think of a better way?’ Galiana responded, miffed.

‘Jugs.’ Damon said.

‘I have a name!’ Faye responded.

Damon blasted a bolt of spunk into Faye delighted face and went off, twenty six inch dick dripping with gluey cum and slopping everywhere, whereupon he returned with a number of hefty bronze buckets. Lorel was thrilled.

‘Let this be the first competition,’ Lorel announced, taking a beaker.

‘Just between the whores…’ Damon put in, handing each of the huge-canned sluts a mug.

‘…Just between us whores then,’ Lorel said with a wink, ‘we fill the beakers and drink them down. In one. We fucking chug them. You stop swallowing, you’re out!’

The men stood away. There was a clang as the sextet of whores clashed the buckets together, and then, as one, submerged them all in the roiling, gooey white spunk bucket. Most came out nearly full, and then Dareios lifted it up and poured the remnants of the bottom, where they couldn’t fully scoop the rest out, into the beakers. They needed two hands to hold up the cum-filled buckets

‘That’s about a gallon,’ Tamara observed, ‘I’ve a good eye for units and measurements as you all know to your enormous benefit.’

All of the whores lifted up the buckets to their mouths, opened them and poured as much as they could in. There was a cacophony of slurping. Cassandra got the pace wrong and tipped too much in too quickly, miscalibrating the flow. Too much of the stuff spilled out of the sides of her mouth and over her chin and onto her tits. She wasn’t consuming it, she was wearing it by going too fast.

‘Disqualified!’ Damon ruled. Cassandra, cum hanging off her chin in a waterfall, shot him a look.

Jizzelle gulped gamely but wasn’t consuming enough fast enough to keep up with the others. Pontus went to ‘help’ her by tipping up the bottom of the bucket too quickly up to her mouth and while she was able to swallow more rapidly for a while, it was too much for her and started to swamp her and slide out of the sides of her lips and all over her chin.

‘Disqualified, babe,’ Cassandra said tartly.

Faye looked like she was going to win, opening her throat and gulping it down, but made a chronic error in needing to pull away and release a gargantuan, brakking belch, which instantly got her disqualified for not swallowing. That left Tamara, Lorel and Galiana, and as the three of them started to knock the stuff back harder, all sort of deep, slick guttural slurping and gurgling sounds started to emanate from the resonant buckets. They were neck to neck and then –

BBBLLLOOOOOORRRKKKKKKK - -- CLLANNNGGGG!!!

Galiana announced her victory by upturning the empty bucket and slamming it on top of her head to prove it was empty. The belch was a victory cry of sorts. It looked like she was a wearing a helmet, then slowly the last dregs of the spunk started oozing onto her forehead.

‘Guess I’m fucking queen whore cum chugger, huh?’

She smiled and slapped her ripped stomach resoundingly. As the rest of the sluts finished their buckets, Damon shoved Galiana to the ground without any hesitation and gave her a reward for winning the contest, the five studs circling her while she was on her knees and jetting more and more steaming hot white sticky semen all over her, completely soaking her until she was unrecognisable once more.

Tamara and Lorel were licking the buckets clean, and each other, come to that.       

‘I can top that…’ Tamara said, ‘but I want my next load pure, straight from the alpha bull.’

As Galiana lay in the pool of spunk that coated her, and the group fell to more fucking again, Tamara collared Dareios and made him spray cum like crazy into the huge urn again, fucking, blowing, and jacking him until he on his own released enough to fill it up. The human cum fountain was only too happy to spray into it relentlessly as Tamara jug-fucked and hotdogged him with her monster breasts and juicy, twerking rump, a symphony of lascivious dextrousness that had Dareios spunking steaming buckets into the urn, moaning and groaning almost in disbelief at how much of the potent seed was streaming out of his fuckpiece and splattering it into it.

‘You guys want to see a really, filthy greedy whore?’

The beam of cum that Dareios was projecting into the urn became volcanic and everyone stopped their fucking as the whole urn gradually filled up. It got their attention.

Tamara grinned and put her face to the brimful urn, slurping up a strand of semen and sucking it down before lowering her lips and guzzling the whole bowl, only putting her head up to swallow it down, and then taking enormous gulps that made the level of the liquid reduce visibly. The studs congregated behind her and propped their dicks on top of her head as she sat back, cradling the urn in her arms between her huge solid tits as Dareios tipped the big container towards her.

‘Fucking whore’s going for the full six gallon!’

When it was over, Tamara belched and lay back, cradling her bulging, spunk-filled belly like she was pregnant while the boys blasted yet more loads on top of her.

The next round of contests came to them quite naturally.

Spunking huge fucking loads.

The sluts had shown off enough in their cum-chugging competition, but the studs, now after a full day – if not more - of relentless, non-stop fucking and voluminous ejaculations, were starting to want to test the limits of the capabilities. And the whores were once again to be the beneficiaries, as well as thrilled spectators. It was Tamara who had started it, goggling at how much hot cum Dareios had been able to spray into the six-gallon urn, giving him goo-goo eyes and wondering how much he could cum, when Damon – and then the rest of the studs – had instantly insisted they could spray as much as him, if not more. If Dareios felt disadvantaged by only just previously filling an entire small bathtub with his semen, it did not discourage him.

With that, the six gorgeous fuckdoll sluts positioned themselves on the floor in front of the studs and, kneeling in front of each of them – Lorel and Tamara double-teaming Dareios – started a smokeshow suckjob symphony designed to tease, stimulate and edge the studs so that they all spunked at exactly the same time. The six whores hummed their practised gorges around elongated schlongs, moulding their mouths to muscular groins, making themselves obscene human penis sheathes who violated their vocal chords so that when they expressed steamy epithets their voices were husky and croaking from having their oesophagus’ enlarged. Quacking, sloshing and gargling went along with ‘fuck my fuckhole face’ and ‘I’m gonna make you spew sooo much goooooo’, were expressed along with the more usual but less comprehensible ‘Gluu-uuck! Blurk-urk-schluuuuuuuuuu— UURP! GAK - GAK – GAK---!!’

‘So this is it, we’re finally gonna see whose the biggest shooter, right?’

The blizzard of balljuice that was produced by the competition began when the six whores managed to expertly get the five studs to surrender their spunk payloads all at the same time, having been giving each other guiding glances about how close their companions were to orgasmically busting. Torrents of heavy, splattering semen loads decorated the lot of them. The sextet of fuckdolls linked arms around their backs and descended into wails of sensual ecstasy as exponential splatterings of balljuice began firing at them simultaneously to rapidly smother more and more of the wriggling, torpedo-titted whores beneath first splatterings and then slowly accumulating sticky sheets of gooey semen.

The studs each made it to forty sprays pretty much as one man, jacking their dongs and firing beams out at the sluts, and that took close to two minutes of continual, shuddering orgasms that left the set of whores completely glazed from the top of the heads to their knees. With no way to tell the stacked spunkwhores apart, they kept firing, and only after fifty five sprays of jizz did Pontus’s fuck club fail, Faslane outdoing him by three spurts before all there was left to do was shake their cockends on Cassandra and Faye before resting their spunk-hammers on top of their beleaguered victim’s heads. Dareios was next to unexpectedly run dry, with seventy-seven ropes evenly distributed between Tamara and Lorel erupting from his dick before he spunked his last cum-comet, although Tamara patted his thigh consolingly in recognition that he’s already given her a six-gallon salute. It was Spillsby that surprised everyone, hosing Cassandra with over a hundred and ten blasts all over the splattered templar, but it was Damon who finally won out, coasting past the others with one hundred and forty-five splattering shots all over the huge-titted Galiana, a spunk crescendo that lasted twelve minutes, the last four of them just he alone still adding to the mess while everyone else had stopped.  

After that they lost their minds with fucking. The sluts were so cum-soaked it was like the studs were stirring them around a thick pool of spunk that carpeted everything. The groups fucked in a relentless, unceasing, constantly moving conjoined snake of endless, shattering climaxes that were never enough to satisfy them. Gradually the furniture around them was smashed and deconstructed into bust stuffing and hanging, disconnected beams and bars as they fucked each other through it, never stopping, just swapping, teaming up, ganging up, asshole, cunt and face battered in storm of sexual carnage. The five cocks stayed rock hard throughout, cutting through curtains of spraying girlcum as each body went into a powerfucking overdrive that simply did not stop. The thick sluice of cum, popping milk and girlcum that fountained continuously from the group slowly seeped down to the lube pool, mixing with it, and the churn and flow of the bodies created a mingling of that slippery fluid too, so that a final gleaming and glistening accumulation of liquid was distributed over every surface and perfect, pneumatically humping body, that as the first day turned into the second, then turning into a third, without any respite or let up, meant it became impossible to tell who was who.

The group moved into another overture of fucking, increasing the fucking and their physical exertions beyond the limits of their capacities, and the syncopated pleasurable rutting turned slowly into a faster, harder, and more brutal level of orgy that slowly infected all of them until the whole area was engulfed in relentless fuckfest of hammering and pounding.

There was the smacking of rock-hard groins into slick, wet, splayed, packed pussies, the whoreish shrieks of stacked, bimbo goddesses throatily exhorting the studs to fuck them harder, faster, more brutally, the creaking and groaning of the furniture beneath them, and the occasional slapping of male hands across faces and massive sets of monster tits, alongside the way that the whores would clap their jutting, peachy rear ends to attract new formidable, sex-crazed cocksmiths to them.

‘Come on Pontus, give it to me baby…’ Galiana teased, crooking her finger over for the young stud to rail her juicing cunt, legs splayed open.

Galiana was cooing to Pontus, who had just finished spitroasting Tamara with Faslane. The two enormous, potent figures were either side of the tanned brunette fuckdoll, with their firm round buttocks clenched with enthusiastic depravity as their monumental orgasms were wearing off, their massively muscle packed legs covered in their sweat as their granite erections kept Tamra hanging just below their ripped abs, completely full to the brim with cock, last loads of their sacks still pouring into her. The studs were merciless fuck machines, and when they unsheathed themselves from the bimbo’s slick, honeyed body, with slumped to the floor, Pontus turned and put his dripping dick straight into the blonde’s snatch.

‘SCCCCCCCLLLLUUUUUUUUUKKKKKKK!’

Within five seconds, Tamara had snaked forwards and hilted her entire face on Spillsby’s dick, who happened to be nearby. He groaned and pumped precum that jetted out of her nostrils and onto the root of his monstrously spouting member, and while next to them Galiana started to twine her pussy in sensual figure of eight motions in the air, pushing her groin up around Pontus’s rigid tool that was stuck inside it, Faslane had his attention captured from another source.

‘This.’

Lorel was standing directly in front of Faslane, huge tits sticking out into his chest, and had her mouth fully open as wide as it would go, tongue extended, with both of her index fingers pointing directly at it.

‘Use it.’ Lorel said. ‘Now. Break my fucking jaw you imbecile.’

Faslane wasn’t about to argue.

Dareios loomed over Cassandra, who was on all fours, twerking her ass just like that, round booty cheeks softly slapping against each other. She could see the huge, slippery, naked, hulking body of the warrior blocking the light out in front of her, the sultry, shaven-headed tattooed templar speechlessly ogling the vast, gleaming expanse of the enormous pectoral muscle mass that filled her vision. Dareios’ bulging arms hung massively at his sides, his unflexed muscle-bulging biceps and triceps unbelievably huge and wide. The stacked templar, no less well-muscled herself, felt herself melt as her eyes admired the solid pack of vein-riddled muscles that bulged from the massive stud’s abdomen, then followed the curves of the sculpted obliques as they flowed into a pair of legs so heavily packed with thick brawn that no one could ever doubt their monstrous power. Between those pillars, Dareios’s thick twenty-six inch shaft jutted at her, hard as an iron bar, the meaty head levelled right at her eyes. Behind her, attracted by the rippling of her generous, globular buttocks, was Damon, nearly equal in mass and just as monstrously huge and perfectly toned, pecs swollen, deltoids huge and round. He grinned with anticipation as he stroked his own massive cock with one hand, precum roping out of it over his fingers. 

‘Let’s get you on this,’ Damon said, ‘fucking stupid whore. Time for some double ended action. Teach you to mess with us.’

Not for the first time, Cassandra was hypnotized by the warrior cousins’ astonishing physiques, but for the first time now contemplating how they could completely ruin her holes if they worked together with cocks that were thicker than her own muscular arms. A deep thrill set off her squishing pussy as a gout of clear ejaculate spewed from her pussy, ripped, muscular legs wobbling like jelly underneath her.

‘Come and have a go if you think you’re hard enough…’ Cassandra drawled.

‘Shut up, you bitch. You’re squirting just thinking about it. This will be easy.’

Dareios grabbed Cassandra’s head immediately shoved his cockhead in the whore’s mouth, jamming it in as Damon behind squeezed his muscular glutes and inserted his massive cock into the bimbo warrioress’ tight, fluid-pulsing, squelching pussy. The massive tip of Damon’s cock was slowly descending into the stacked slut’s guts from behind, slickly rearranging her insides in order make more space for the rest of its incredible, rock-hard turgid length. It was pure delight for Dareios to watch all of his inches of prodigiously thick cockmeat pack Cassandra’s mouth wide so that the ring of her plump bimbo lips got elastically thin, and eventually get balls deep into her throat. He grunted as inch after inch of it simply disappeared inside her. Casandra looked up at him in whorish defiance, the massive veins on the horse-hung stud’s cock clearly visible through her stretched-out neck. On the other end, Damon got balls deep inside her too, stretching the membrane of her tight pussy around his girthsome fucktool as he began to shunt her with his shaft.

‘FUCK!’ Damon said, as the templar’s squelching, tensile pussy gripped against his length and his hands sank into her firm assflesh. The head of his dick thumped against something – maybe his cousin’s rigid pole – and a shiver coursed through him as his pc muscle quivered, but his groinal control held firm.

Nodding at each other, the studs commenced spitroasting the warrior slut, holding her suspended between them, silently agreeing between each other not to stop until her body was completely wrecked by their horse cocks.

Next to them, on another couch, were Tamara and Faslane.

‘Check out my resting dick face…’ Tamara drawled.