Tharros Cave Orgy 32

Hey studs and sluts,

A good one, this.

I present to you the next part of the cave orgy...

XXX

The first couplings that had been determined from the pairings-off in the pool lasted long enough for each to produce a winner of sorts, but the whole thing devolved very quicky into a total interchange of partners. Damon had taken Faye and Jizzelle and had laid them head to head and double jug-fucked their dual, protruding pair of rock-hard titanic chest-pillows before giving them both alternately immense powerfucking with his twenty- six fuck pillar that had their pussies steaming before exploding all oved their faces and tits with a hot bucketload of forty heavy pulses of cum that left them submerged and spluttering, glued together, smacking his cock on the mess he had made of them. Galiana rode Pontus on one of the mattresses, head upturned and shrieking that she was Girvyn’s biggest slut, huge tits bouncing in the air before turning and standing and mounting his thick pole as she stood over him, turning her head to drape ropes of slobber than ran between her shoulderblades, down her back, slithered over her asshole and all over the thick tool he had entrenched in her distended slit. When he couldn’t take it any more she showed no mercy and jug-fucked him with her hands both working and alternate twisting squeezing pattern on his dick until he sprayed all over her delighted face, letting him plaster her with a dozen thick projections before engulfing the spasming rod, jamming it down her throat and letting him squirt the rest of his hot, creamy cum payload into her belly. Dareios had used his weight on Cassandra, held her ankles wide and laid into her with a jackhammer barrage of thrusts that she could feel deep inside her chest, the busty warrioress almost instantly spraying gouts of girlcum ceilingward that she could not suppress, and the Amazonian slut was soon a gibbering, slobbering mess as Dareios drooled saliva into her mouth, only releasing her legs to pin her harder, press his whole body on top of her and rail her with berserk ferocity, pummelling her womb, her vagina walls stretched to capacity around his monstrously thick fucktool. Dareios unleashed a tidal wave of thick, gluey, ball batter into the stacked vixen in forty powerful pulses that seemed like it would never end, the sloppy goo mixing with her own slick secretions to ooze from her pulverised honeypot. When he took it out she begged him for more cum and he shoved it into her mouth to plug it and shut her up for a while, taking a short breather by making the round head protrude obscenely from her cheek and slapping it. Tamara had taken on Pontus by squeezing his shaft with her pussy and milking him mercilessly as they lay on a couch in a spooning, horizontal clinch, and was taking it slow – agonizingly slow for the mutant-dicked cocksmiths – sliding her pink, overstuffed cooch up and down his member, letting it splay his insides, but knowing all the while just the rhythm and pace to keep him endlessly on the edge before suddenly switching into an intense jackhammer drilling, barrelling up and down on his tortured fuck club until he released his spunk into her satisfied cunt. Lorel endured only-Girvyn-knows how much intense, hate-fuelled humping from Faslane as he ploughed her quim with his vein-branched member, coring her out from behind, his immense schlong sloshing around in her guts before he shoved her to her knees and unloaded a thick facial splattering that jetted into her face and clogged her eyes, nose and mouth, swallowing more and more of the hot, gluey gouts down her throat as he painted her monster tits.

With the first round of couplings over, there were no post-orgasmic shutdowns, no cuddling, simpering or coddling. They moved, fluently and instantly amongst each other, connecting in couples, threes, fours and fives in a long and unbroken symphony of furious and relentless clusterfucking.

Jizzelle was subjected to a triple teaming of twenty inch prongs that pulped her insides and flooded her at the same time with a deluge of spunk that filled all three holes at once, and as soon as Spillsby’s dick had been squelchingly unplugged from her mouth, she instantly begged for more, to be used as Girvyn’s slut and was immediately rewarded with Dareios plunging his gigantic tool into the sticky mess of cum that was rolling into her gullet, making it spew out over her lips. Faye figured out a way to fit one of Damon’s melon-sized balls into her asshole while he penetrated her pussy and reached somewhere – anywhere – for another companion, finding Faslane, and encouraged him to shove one of his giant testes in as well, which he jammed in right next to Damon’s inside her ringpiece. Lorel jammed Dareios’s pole between her slippery jugs and titfucked him while Pontus throatfucked her from the side, Spillsby appearing from the other side and turning her head to skewer her face as well so that the blonde hyperslut’s face was crowded out with the three slippery cock tips jostling as they were smeared all over her face. She jacked Spillsby and Pontus to a double explosion all over her, the studs jetting over each other’s shafts as well as her face and hair, at which point Dareios stood and eased every inch of his fuck club into her throat and exploded also, filling her inside and out with spunk.  

Faye splayed herself on one of the couches in a split-stripper pose, legs horizontal, and admonished all the studs to use her as a receptacle for their cum - ‘just pack it in a fill me up, studs!’ - and idly twerked her globular asscheeks as Damon stepped up and emptied a huge guttering spray of hot, sticky jizz into her pussy, followed almost instantly by Spillsby, who was having his shaft worked over by Lorel just behind and wrenched his shaft from her mouth just in time, only capable of staggering over to Faye before too exploding in her dripping, gaping slot and adding rampantly to the mess. Spillsby was then barrelled over, unceremoniously elbowed out of the way by the burly, also-exploding Faslane, who knocked his bell end against Spillsby’s in the rush to shove his rigid shaft into the sticky double-spunk mess that poured out of Faye’s squishy quim, he himself lasting only three strokes of stirring his shaft in the creamy white slop that slewed from it before gasping, clinching up, and also surrendering at least twenty long thick pulses into the blonde’s cunt, hot, gluey spunk of three studs now streaming out of it in a waterfall. At that point a queue formed, and Lorel set about tonguing Dareios’s asshole as he stood behind the shuddering, shivering back of Faslane, whose orgasmic throes lasted for quite a while, and then when Faslane extracted his dick, Dareios was there instantly to slide his monster penis into the gooey, cum-filled depths of Faye’s spunk-spewing hole even as Faslane was flicking the last of his deposits from his lanky dick onto Faye’s jutting tits beside her. When Dareios spewed a vast deluge of semen into Faye’s punished hole, Lorel still lip-locked-limpet-like to his butt, tongue ravening his butthole, a white waterfall cascade of lumpy spunk was simply pouring and pouring from Faye’s crack onto the couch and floor below. That was when Pontus stepped and blasted more semen into the blonde teen sex-vixen’s oversaturated cunt only to find Damon behind him again in the queue, whereupon the whole process started again. 

Cassandra was triple teamed by the trio of horsehung experimental test-potion subjects of Spillsby, Faslane and Pontus, airtight-skewered with their immense dicks pumping all of her holes, and her incredible power and fortitude took the three penis-pumpers all the way, even as Pontus, who she was riding, slapped her massive tits from below, Faslane smacked her juicy, protruding, firmly jiggling buttocks from where he was pulverising her asshole, and Spillsby had her in a headlock as he eased at twenty inches of his fuckpipe into her gullet, sloppy saliva gruel roping down Cassandra’s chin and onto Pontus’s pecs. They held her while she sprayed in orgasmic and gelatinously spewing convulsions that shook her, pussy spraying gouts of fluid ceilingward, and then surrounded her in a crescent shape and belted a blistering triple cum-fusillade that soaked her whole body as she kneeled in front of them, a hundred thick, fat white ropes of semen shared between them as they furiously jacked their rigid stalks all over her. Cassandra didn’t have time to even attempt to wipe the cum from her eyes before Damon blundered forwards and transfixed her face on his cock, bludgeoning it between her cum-covered lips and skullfucking her brutally before flipping her onto her front and busting a hefty load in her ass as her huge tits smeared white spunk all over the couch while she was ruthlessly pumped.

Lorel kicked her legs up and took a double-anal piledriver from Dareios and Damon before squirting upwards like a fountain. Galiana rode Spillsby to five successive cum-pumping ejaculations until he was clawing at the couch she had fucked him into, hammered through the cushions and into the bottom of it. Cassandra took both of Faslane and Pontus’s testes in her mouth both at the same time when on her knees between them, and, looking up, fisted their cocks until they blasted spunk into their own faces, the whore templar aggressively vacuuming their spasming quartet of nuts inside her mouth to prevent them from pulling away and aiming elsewhere. Jizzelle came up and pinched Cassandra’s nut-bloated cheeks, massaging both studs’ balls as she did so. Spillsby tried to get up and was immediately pushed back on his ass into the squelchy pad of the bottom of the couch by Tamara, who impaled her ass on his rigid fuckrod and rode him to five more spurting orgasms, tits jetting milk into his mouth to accompany each one. The only thing that made her get off was Dareios introducing his humongous fuck-hose into ass at the same time, the big man’s monstrous and sticky ejaculation in her booty providing enough lubrication for her to slide off, exhausted for a moment, into the sloppy depths of the couch, whereupon the rest of the studs circled her and sprayed her with a thick spattering of cum as she looked up and smiled.

There was no secession of hostilities and no need for rest. None of the stud cocksmiths’ poles deflated so much as an inch, no matter how many times they explosively came or how much cum they pumped out of their behemoth dicks. Dareios tore up a pleading, squealing, squirting Galiana with his fuckpole and blew a huge load all over her tits, abs and pussy, before tossing her off the couch, grabbing the closest female body and hilting himself completely in Tamara, making her squirt with one thrust, then slamming her as her spasming pussy was eclipsed by her own climactic squirtings, then pulled out his huge cock with a long sSQUECLLHHhhh and instantly nailed her right between the eyes with a long splattering rope that he then directed over her immense, heaving globe-tits. Only then did he notice Lorel’s gorgeously round ass perched up on the top of the same couch, her loins splayed, winking her asshole at him, and as the blonde fuckdoll turned to look over her shoulder, the human fucklog stood astride Tamara on the couch, huge testes bouncing on her raven, cum-highlighted tresses and drove his humongous phallus into Lorel’s sphincter, dilating her ringpiece massively, slapping her asscheeks and then exploding ropes and ropes of cum into her bowels. When he uncorked his cock from the mega-slut’s rectum, a flood of spunk dumped itself in a glossy, molten avalanche onto the top of Tamara’s head, by which time Dareios was hammering his fuckpipe into Faye’s willing mouth, the busty whore having eased her torso over the side of the couch and open her mouth invitingly wide. Dareios exploded again, and pulled Jizzelle by her hair next to the monster-boobed blonde acolyte he had just jazzed in and slapped her cheeks until she stood up and fed his nut to Jizzelle, who, on her knees, opened her mouth and took it like a starving bird, if starving birds gargled and played with thick strands of the stuff. 

There were bolts of cum firing left and right through the steamy haze as all the bodies of the contestants wore a shimmering sheen of sweat and fluid, smooth movements of screwing, humping and shunting like a living carpet of flesh, the whole affair looking more and more like the detailed and insane murals they had observed in the corridor to the arena. Along with the full extent of their erotic potentials being unleashed, time became elastic, and their ejaculations, climaxes and conjoinings continued, orgasms were impossible to count or keep track of except by the steady accumulation of heavy, thick spunk and slippery female ejaculate that first started out as splatterings on the furniture and floor, then as almost abstract patternings, and then as a dimly discernible film that carpeted everything and squished beneath them. Spillsby completed a wish and lined up all six gorgeous, darling faces cheek to cheek, each begging him rhapsodically for his load, and shot three hard blasts into each of them point blank head on, one after the other, covering them one by one, only for Dareios to approach the sextet of cum-splattered, spunk-slurping whores from the side and shoot two dozen ropes of semen right down the line, utterly dousing all of them at the same time in heavy cum that linked their faces in gluey filament ropes from cheek to chin to lip to eyelash, even as Pontus and Faslane shoved their cocks between as many of the sets of cans presented to them as possible to get sloppy jugfucks from the cum-blinded whores. Most of the busty vixens in the line were leaking milk, and white sprays ejected poppingly from their curvy cans every time one of the muscular studs’ cocks were planted between them and thrust up and down.  

The group of overpowered studs’ ejaculations lost neither potency, each floodingly powerful and searing hot and sticky in their projection of balljuice, nor currency, as each one delighted and astonished the female recipients with ever-increasing pleasure. Cum was now roping off every single supple curve and sleek muscular line of the whore’s bodies like a slick, warm coating of goo, and the only thing they enjoyed more than gulping it down was sharing it between each other so that when Damon appeared and emptied his balls into Galiana’s mouth on the end, they passed the same thick load between them down the line, one after the other, a rolling snowball avalanche that became frothier and longer the more it passed between them, until it fell to Faye on the other end, who, instead of swallowing it, compressed it into a frothy wad inside her mouth, swilled the remnants and then – PTOOOOO – spat the longest, ropiest bubble-filled spunk comet ever back over the other four faces, whereupon Galiana caught (most of it) in her own open mouth and gulped down her gullet.

That whole spectacle prompted Faslane into an unusually reflective train of thought:

‘Ain’t no way to tell which is the biggest fucking whore!’

‘I’m not complaining!’ Spillsby said, facefucking Lorel, whose eyes rolled back in her head.

‘I think I may have an idea,’ Damon said.

No one was that interested in seeing where Damon went off to, being preoccupied by other more interesting things, but the huge man soon reappeared with a huge, burnished bronze, six-gallon bucket, and that did get everyone’s attention. Damon carried it up to them set it down in the middle of the furniture area, laying his dick over the lip of it so it pointed in.

‘Now what can we do with five fucking filthy horse-hung perverts and one big cum bucket?’ Lorel said, finger drumming her lips in theatrical cogitation.

‘Hey!’ Faye called out, pulling her lips from Pontus’s dick, ‘I have a name!’