Tharros Cave orgy 27

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The blonde and brunette mega titted sluts had entered a more competitive mode, and as such a unique dynamic had developed. Every time Dareios skewered one of them and lanced them with his mighty, veiny fuck prong, radically distending their asshole, ploughing their pink, slick, compulsively-climaxing clams that clamped down hard on his tubesteak, the other one would exhort him to fuck their opponent harder. So when the stud warrior was laying his gargantuan pipe in a piledriving powerfuck, hammering downwards into Lorel as her lean, muscular legs were scissored upwards, Tamara was dripping steamy epithets into his ear about how she could do the same but so much better, and that if he wanted he could nail her into the floor by her asshole, the reward for which was that Dareios, who luckily had his hands free, grasped her by the jaw with his left hand, drew her face close to his and gave her a series of cheek slaps, watching her eyes narrow into a nasty, lust-fumed grimace, eyes boring into him, before breaking into throaty laughter before opening her mouth and projecting a wad of slobber between his lips. Or when he took her up on it, Lorel was there at his ear, sliding her hands over his bulging pecs and abs, slippery and drenched with sweat, the stacked blonde vixen orgasming even at the touch of his marble muscles, which made it impossible for Dareios not to reach his hand inside her glistening, frothing quim, clutch his fingers up inside her g-spot and make her squirt all over the upwards-spread Tamara. At which point Dareios withdrew his entrenched, obscenely distended over-two foot cum-pump from Tamara’s asshole – the gaping orifice radically enlarged and darkly glinting in the lamplight – and let Lorel hop up on him, sling her arms around his vast shoulders, and impale herself, huge, perfect, round ass cheeks clapping as she athletically heaved herself feverishly up and down on him, then releasing one hand so that she could throw her head backwards and ecstatically exclaim what a slut she was, her absolutely massive monster cans pumping pneumatically in the air as she rode him.

The more he fucked one of them, the more the other one wanted it. The more the other one wanted it, the harder, faster, softer, more hyper-energetically and passionately engaged they were. The more he fucked that one, the other one thought of something nastier, more depraved, more disgustingly lewd to make him fuck them instead.

He was many things to these women, but he only had one cock, and they were using it against him. 

His mind was starting to narrow focus. He had become the monstrous, inhumanly and obscenely inflated organ between his leg, sewing it viciously and with gritted teeth into every orifice they presented him with. His world was a duplicate set of honkingly huge, pumping, firm, bulging torpedo tits, seductively popping glutes, tempting tit-flexes and gymnastically honed sexual positions. When he clasped his hand around Lorel’s waist and drew her towards him she mewled with pleasure and delight as his hammering groin smacked into Tamara’s perfect pert ass pillows from behind. He could almost get his fingers all around her, but the tensile strength of her abs was like cords of iron in his grip, and she just smiled and pressed her enormous fuck-orbs into his flesh. When he disengaged from Tamara, threw Lorel on the couch, spread her and split her, Tamara was at his back in a flash, murmuring how her cervix could deep throat him better than Lorel’s actual throat could, squeezing her tits into his back, one hand around his scrotum, pulling his balls back between his legs and whirling the grapefruit-sized testes around his buttocks like an ancient hunting sling.

He had lost his grip on the pair of them, and he couldn’t work out whether they were working together and using their adversarial wiles to diminish his stamina, or working against each other and depleting his energy by outfucking each other. Either way, every squelch of his shaft into their luscious pussies, whoreish mouths or elastic assholes was having its effect. His muscles were screaming, his tendons pushed past flexion and control. Muscles were popping out of his body like the cannonballs of a warship; turgid veins were popping on top of them like the boat’s knotted ropes.

‘Cum on, I wanna deepthroat you properly,’ Tamara was saying, ‘fuck my ass again so I can feel it in my stomach…’

‘Fuck meeeee… Fuck MEEEEEEEEE…!!!’ Lorel was screaming.

‘Fuck the both of you,’ Dareios said. It was time.

He shoved Lorel on her back on the couch and Tamara on top of her so their bulging tits met, and as they swapped spit and slid their slick, round balloon-knockers around each other, he was looking at two gorgeous, pink, well-fucked and dilated pussies lined up one above the other. As the girls squirmed so that their clits were strumming over each other, the wet hoods of their slippery cunts meshing and unmeshing together, Dareios inserted his enormous, iron-hard appendage into Lorel’s gushing vagina, plugging it, the aperture expanding to accept the arm-thick girth of the gleaming, vascular schlong so that it squelched against Tamara’s cunt as it expanded. He slid in and impaled her.

Dareios fucked Lorel and made her squirt around his raging boner, then as she convulsed, switched quickly to Tamara, pistoned his bulldong into her cooch and pulverised her cunt as well until she squirted too and then switched back to Lorel. Above the pair, he pushed into Tamara’s back and locked both titanic arms, muscular triceps flaring out, using his weight to press her down on top of Lorel, and at that point there was no escape for either of the stacked, gorgeous, bimbo sluts, compressed into the mattress and given a dozen slamming strokes of the behemoth organ that hammered into their insides, made them squirt endlessly, and then there was barely respite for those shuddering convulsions of one fuckpuppet to end before their companion got the same treatment and Dareios’s beastcock was in them again, splitting them in two.

Now steam was clouding off Dareios’ body too, and his hulking ass was a blur as he annihilated both of the whoreish sluts’ cunts, packing them with his dick, making them cum relentlessly and lining up again to the alternate hardbodied fuckdoll, giving them the same treatment.

Now they weren’t doing as much of anything. No funny comments, no come-ons, no comebacks, no words at all. They were mere sheaths for his dick. After more similar treatment, their lithe and muscle-sculptured bodies started to feel rubbery and languid as their resistance was diminished. When he took his hands away from Tamara’s back, she just lay there submissively, her gushing pussy pumping clear ejaculate out of her gaping slit all over the root of his cock that was entrenched inside Lorel.

All there was for a while was the clapping of his groin as he entrenched his monster meat into their squishy slits, a slick sound as he took his cock out and reapplied it, and then more thudding clapping against the other slut.

Finally, he pulled out.

Plumes of pungent steam from their evaporating pussy juices was flooding from both of their destroyed holes. Their bodies were limp. Tamara flopped off Lorel, turned upwards on the couch, barely with the strength to lever herself up on her elbows to see Dareios now looming over the pair of them. 

‘I’m fucking done. I’m done…’ Tamara groaned.

‘My pussy is destroyed…’ Lorel said, ‘just fucking destroyed.’

Both of their cunts were athwart, labias gaping.

Dareios grabbed his balls in his fist. The sluts were close enough together, their splayed legs still overcrossing and their loins almost linked that there was enough proximity. Hefting his scrotal sack upwards, the lust-drunk warrior took both of his cantaloupe-sized testes, one in each fist, and stuffed each one into the steaming honeypots of the blonde and brunette sex priestesses – THWAKKSPLOTCHH – THWAKKK SPLOTCHHHHHH. Both expanded the apertures as they settled into the slut’s pussies, bulging the slippery slots. The massive cocksmith’s giant testicles plugged their now sloppy holes, and the smooth, elastic skin of his ballsack stretched between them to link them together.

His dick loomed over them, between them, the tip drooling precum over their nestled tits.

‘Squeeze it out,’ he said.

His monster fuck cannon bobbed between them, glossy, bulgingly vascular, precum and pussy juice roping off it from root to tip.

A final look of defiance and horny suggestiveness flared in Tamara and Lorel’s faces. Identical expressions. They knew that. Both of the top-heavy huge-titted teenage fuck priestesses grinned and exchanged a quick look, eyes meeting, before they looked back up at him.

Maybe they could get him after all.

That was when he slapped them both, Lorel with his right hand and then Tamara with his left. They were squirting, wet, deliquescing underneath him at his touch, and giggled delicately at the contact with their cheeks, their bimbo lips pouting.

‘Yes Dareios baby, give it to me…’

‘Yes punish us Dareios…’

‘Slap me baby, like a bad girl.’

As he slapped them, they employed their last reserves of strength, both of the stacked bimbos clamping their well-fucked vaginas around the roiling monster egg that crammed their cunts, squeezing and contracting. Looking down, Dareios could see the muscles of their tight, shapely, sleekly muscular forms cord lasciviously as they expended every final calorie of effort to massage his nuts. Dareios could feel the supple, clasping walls of their fuck boxes gripping at his testes, and groaned as the pair of slippery cunt-vices squeezed him.

‘RAAAAAAAAAAARRRRRGGHGHHHHHHHHHH!!!!!!!’

Dareios put his arms up and flexed his biceps in a muscle-stud stance.

‘FUUUUUCKKK YOUUUUU!!!’

The epithet rang around the room. The burnished bulbs in the walls glowed, and there was an unmistakable almost gristle-like crunch from Dareios’ undercarriage between his wide-legged stance that everyone heard as some unfathomably strong muscle shifted into place, contracting hard and conclusively, like a clock about to strike.

It was his balls that went first.

The inflation of his balls caused both Tamara and Lorel’s cunts to simultaneous erupt in final, spewing, guttering sprays, and both meaty testicles, slathered with their gluey cunt juices, popped out from their pussies and danced crazily around his broad thighs.

His dick reached a state of ultimate hypertrophy.

It inflated more than it had before so that the meat and tissues of the fuck cannon bloated to swallow the veins that stood out on its surface until it was almost completely smooth like a fleshy marble column. The head became even more rounded and pronounced as it also swelled.  

Dareios didn’t know who to choose to be the first recipient of his load, but it didn’t matter. Both whores made the choice for him. Tamara and Lorel instinctively pushed their faces together, cheek to cheek, each extending their tongue, and at the moment of contact where pink tip touched pink tip, the first explosion of spunk was loosed from the glossy, bloated tip of the meaty member that was resting upon the topmost curves of where their bulging cans pressed together.

Dick at its extended rigidity now, Dareios didn’t apply his hands to his dick as the first shunt of his orgasm ripped through him. It hit him almost like a physical blow, something shifting convulsively in his undercarriage, and the explosion that spewed out at searing velocity was just one continual beam.

The first shot of boiling sperm smacked into the pair of boobed vixens, hit both of their tongues, and exploded across their faces as it was ejected at incredible pressure, splattering the pair of them, filling their mouths completely with steaming cum, the pressure of the blast producing a backsplash of thick white spunk that instantly projected out over their lips to coat their chins. It kept going in an unbroken rope as his dick hosed them with the molten explosion of glistening semen that ripped out of his cockend, much just leaking out directly downwards to drip on their globes, jetting forcefully into their lewdly open, inundated gobs as the rest of their faces – all of their face - were splashed with a wet slap, plastering both sets of their open eyes with a thick stream that obliterated their foreheads and matted their hair. That beam of spunk kept coming out of the dilated tip of Dareios’s obscenely distended and iron-hard organ as it tensed, jetting out in a continual rope that slewed back down their faces, coursed over their extended tongues and sprayed their enormous, jutting, upthrust tits.

They each received so much spunk they could barely swallow, but they attempted this, folding their white coated tongues inside their mouth and their lips closing as the blast was directed point blank at them as now Dareios applied his hands to his organ and started to stroke his massive, vein-ribbed shaft. The same drenching spurt kept impacting, hot and hard with a blistering splat into their faces, coating their cheeks, their lips, their noses, their chins, their necks, and their tits, splashing up towards the high ceiling, the spray splattering six feet upwards and then dropping back down, falling onto them, so much of it that their legs were wet with the stuff.

After six or seven seconds of a high-pressure, high-velocity hosing, the shot tailed off.

The next shot, an enormous, gargantuan spatter of a load that Dareios pumped straight at the pair of them as his hand reached his balls on the downstroke, totally covered both pairs of their massive glistening, cum-soaked tits and their stomachs and their pussy juice-soaked cunts as both of them completed the first swallow of his thick juice, making waves of white cum roll down the blonde and brunette’s chins onto their necks and mammoth chests as they pushed the reservoir out over their lips with their tongues.

‘Fucking SLUUUUUUUUUUTTTTTTSSSSS!!!!!!’