Tharros Cave orgy Prologue 2

Cassandra couldn’t tell what kind of emotion was carried in the sound. Certainly, some kind of unsated lust, but also, perhaps an equal amount of recrimination. An almost far-away look came into Spilsby’s eyes at Tamara’s question, which Cassandra found momentarily interesting, the mega-schlonged bumpkin hardly even appearing to register how Tamara was expertly massaging the rigid tissues of his brawny two-foot member as the gleaming giant fist-sized bell-end of the giant cum cannon disgorged more and more treacly precum all over the brunette priestesses’ panties, the tip visibly lodged against the lips of her quim outlined in the fabric. Then his jaw seemed to firm up, the muscles in it clenching tightly as his eyes set into a new expression of resolve. He looked up at the cave, and his absolutely monstrous two-foot length of fleshy penile battering ram moved to follow his gaze, the iron-hard column levering up dramatically from between the juncture of Tamara’s thighs, the stacked slut relinquishing her hold on it with a yelp as the slippery, thick pole escaped her grip. The whole of the vein-marbled man-mast thudded once again against Spillsby, the rounded head this time smacking heavily against the young man’s reconstituted pectoral muscles, which now showed bulging definition, until it levelled off slightly, precum dangling from the underside of the turgid tip, and came to point upwards at the rocky face of the cliff. It was almost a groan that came out of his mouth as his eyes narrowed further. Cassandra couldn’t tell what kind of emotion was carried in the sound. Certainly, some kind of unsated lust, but also, perhaps an equal amount of recrimination.

Quite beautiful, in a way,’ said Cassandra as she observed the airborne progress of the hot load. She darted her eyes back to Spillsby beside her, who looked flushed.

‘Looks like our monstercocked hunk here has a little unfinished business with our – uh – younger sister,’ said Tamara, grinning as she shaded her eyes with her hand, watching the monster discharge of gluey precum sail through the air a distance of what may have been eighty feet.

‘He’s not the only one,’ Galiana piped up from the caravan. Tamara turned to glance at her and saw that Damon’s gigantic cum-pumping monster schlong now rested all the way from the top of Faye’s head to the top of the blonde head priestesses’, the muscular warrior resituating it after Dareios has leapt off the front of the wagon. The fist-sized pulsing head rested there like it was the most normal thing in the world, the immense, tumescent column, veins visibly throbbing in it as it bridged across the two stacked blonde’s heads, gleaming in the sun.

‘I’ve heard a lot about this little slut and I’d like to have a little word with anyone who wants to split the cult of Girvyn,’ Galiana continued, sticking her tongue out so that it caught the glossy, translucent droplet of precum that was just beginning to drip from the tip of her nose after the shiny head of Damon’s obscenely inflated hog disgorged a thick belch of gluey precum out onto her forehead. Galiana’s eyes crossed as she tried to track the progress of the cloying blob that slid down the centre of her face.

Nevertheless, there’s something in what you say,’ Galiana continued, primly checking that her silver CUMSLUT choker was positioned as it should be on her neck before running he hands down the sides of her bronzed, monster-spheroid melons that jutted out of her chest. ‘Let’s get our fucking guts rearranged.’

‘Got a little thing for Lorel, do we, Spillsby?’ Cassandra asked the group’s studly new companion. She was slightly teasing the young stud, who was clearly trying to process a lot of new information at the moment – most related to the four new sets of humongous, bronzed, globular, inflated cans that were everywhere around him - but at the same time there was a slight hint of inquisitive jealousy instigating the question that that Templar did well to hide behind her stern, no-nonsense, smouldering eyed exterior, still outwardly an ice-cool and steel-edged swordswoman that fancied herself the sexual superior of any man. The stacked paladin eyed Spillsby as she lifted her hand to her mouth and let the pearlescent threads of Spillsby’s precum that had accumulated on her fingers dandle the silvery filaments into her mouth, expertly and ostentatiously wrapping them around her sinuous pink tongue with circular motions that twined it around, eventually making a messy confection of glistening goo between her lips, tongue, chin and fingers.

The blonde priestess was teasing Spillsby, but she concluded her sentence with a wink and a click of her tongue that ended with it poking in her cheek at the same point that she curled a thumb and forefinger together to flick at the flared tip of the blacksmith’s two-foot cum-pump, Spillsby practically choking as the aperture atop the bell-shaped cock-crown instantaneously disgorged another voluminous spew of hot precum that gushed splatteringly against Tamara’s enormous tits in a wet, heavy slap upon contact.

Not pausing to watch as the smokey-eyed brunette fixed Spillsby with a smouldering stare, flickering her tongue sluttishly at him as she squelchingly massaged the youth’s hot, gooey emission all around the circumference of her firm, bloated, inflated fuck bags, Galiana passed by the group and strode up the trail towards the cave mouth. Behind her, Faye dismounted the caravan, and found that Damon took the opportunity once more to turn, loom over her once again from the other direction, and hang his ballsack over her face. As her world turned dark again, everything apart from her mouth concealed by a smooth, rubbery curtain of hairless ballsack, the blonde pair of tits on legs gave the warrior a thumbs up sign.

‘We all ready for this?’ Galiana said, her decorative silver ‘CUMSLUT’ choker shining in the rays of the evening sun as placed a platform-soled stripper shoe atop a small boulder nearer the entrance to the cave.

‘I’ll take the lead,’ Dareios announced, coming up to stand near to Galiana, his twenty and a half inch beastcock spearing in front of him, the monster prong pointing upwards towards the cave, ‘this is warrior stuff.’

‘FUCK!’ the stacked priestess exclaimed, with no little relish. Her cry brought the rest of the group scampering inside, where they huddled in a crescent around the monster member.

‘Hel-loooooo gorgeous…’ said Tamara. Cassandra whistled.

A large patch on the floor of the cave was plainly wet, and the bulky, arm-thick column of fuck flesh was itself glistening with moisture, heavy ropes of clear fluid slowly dripping from the bloated underside of the engorged length. There was a puddle forming at the end where the gleaming bell-end belched a rope of precum that drooled in line underneath it, but there was also another soggy patch discernible halfway underneath the span of the long fleshmast.

Cassandra ventured a hand and reached to twine her index finger around one of the roping strands that dangled from the obscenely distended underside of the cock, before putting it to her lips.

‘Yeah,’ she smiled wickedly, ‘tastes like Spillsby…’

Tamara giggled, ‘looks like you glazed our friend’s schlong when you shot off into the cave, Spillsby, nice effort!’

‘Who is it, Spillsby?’ Galiana asked.

‘That’s Pontus…’ murmured Spillsby, before calling aloud: ‘Pontus! It’s Spillsby!’ ‘FUCK!’ the stacked priestess exclaimed, with no little relish. Her cry brought the rest of the group scampering inside, where they huddled in a crescent around the monster member.

‘Hel-loooooo gorgeous…’ said Tamara. Cassandra whistled.

A large patch on the floor of the cave was plainly wet, and the bulky, arm-thick column of fuck flesh was itself glistening with moisture, heavy ropes of clear fluid slowly dripping from the bloated underside of the engorged length. There was a puddle forming at the end where the gleaming bell-end belched a rope of precum that drooled in line underneath it, but there was also another soggy patch discernible halfway underneath the span of the long fleshmast.

The male frame that emerged from the darkness bore little comparison with either of the prodigiously muscular warriors in the company, and really looked puny next to Spillsby’s reconstituted state; a skinny torso, scrawny arms and legs, and a face at once dumbly contorted and relaxed in its expression that communicated little understanding of its circumstances. The drool that hung from Pontus’s lips matched with the rich rope of precum that wept onto the ground from his dilated cumslit in front of him. Pontus wasn’t all there, exactly the same as when Spillsby had been tied to the pole in the road to make the sign.

‘She’s put him in the cage to deal with him later, same as she did with our gorgeous two-footer there,’ Tamara remarked, jerking a thumb back at Spillsby, who was already contending with Faye’s attempts to jam the rounded end of his prong into the whole of her cheek as they stood watching. ‘Good job one of us around here knows what they are doing…’

Pontus’s groin was flush against the cage and his eyes glared in confusion and surprise at the assembled group of studs and sluts that surrounded him. His immense appendage stuck out in front of him, the iron hard shaft swaying gently up and down.

‘In the absence of a measuring stick, you’ll have to do, Dareios,’ said Tamara, eyes glued to Pontus’s meaty fuck piston, casting her hand back around her vaguely until her fingers met with the huge warrior’s long penis, her fingers curling around the tip.

Pulling Dareios forward by his dick, which forced the warrior to make a couple of shuffling, stumbling steps, Tamara shot a brief look into his eyes before she directed his brawny megacock against the immense fucktube that stuck out from the cage. With Dareios’ eyes once again widening in consternation, and Pontus barely cognizant of what was going on around him after his reawakening from stupor, Tamara kissed the two bulging purple cock crowns against each other, gliding the gleaming heads against each other and sliding the slippery, precum lubed pair of shafts all the way down, the veined, brawny lengths contacting against each other until Pontus’s cockend bumped against Dareios’ groin and left a splotch of precum against it. On the other end, Dareios’ cock was visibly short of the bars.

‘I’d say that’s a five-inch gap.’

Tamara flashed an incredibly suggestive and whorish glance at Pontus, whose eyes were slowly beginning to register what was going on around him: ‘Pontus, thanks to my little potion, your cock now weighs in at a fucking cunt-crushing twenty-five inches. And I’m going to take every inch of it right up my tight asshole.’

Tamara then turned to Dareios: ‘Sorry my dear. You’re still tied at the smallest cock in the cave.’

Glowering, Dareios pulled his dick away, and Pontus only had time to recoil away back in the alcove before the massive warrior grabbed the bars of the cage and tore them away from their brackets in the rock, before casting the huge iron door towards the mouth of the cave in anger where it clanged noisily.

Without saying anything, Dareios advanced further into the cave, towards the lights.

The terrific metallic boom of the cage door clanging on the rocky floor of the cave still reverberating around them, the group followed Dareios further into the cave.

‘There goes the element of surprise…’ Faye tutted, before Pontus, behind her, turned to follow Dareios and his twenty-five inch cunt-hammer prodded into the whorish, mega-jugged acolyte into her buttocks from behind.

‘OooooOOooo…’ Faye moaned.

‘Sorry…’ Pontus said.

‘Don’t be,’ Faye returned, with an incredibly alluring look over her shoulder as she stopped in her tracks to allow the fist-sized crown of the monstrously hung stud’s giant organ to glide on its treacly trail of precum all over the shiny skintight pink material that covered her dump-truck booty, the thick log lodging in the solid round curves of her ass cleavage and squeaking audibly as it hot-dogged the blonde slut’s bursting ass, all the way up through the solid spherical globes of her butt and up against her lower back. ‘I’ve got BIG plans for this…’ Faye continued, winking and pushing out a blob of slobber as she eye-fucked Pontus, a thick glob that hung over her shoulder and slid off, dropping all the way onto the glistening cockhead where it nestled on the rounded brim of the bulging hood.

Dareios, still seething inside from Tamara’s slight, pressed on into the gloom. He was in no way used to being the smallest of anything. The sting made him ever more determined to find Lorel and see if Tamara’s predictions about the power of the tincture would hold true. If in the process, some sluts needed to be taught a lesson about what it really took to be a big dicked stud, so much the better.

Before long he saw the passage open out and became aware of a large chamber ahead in the cave. It was the sounds he heard first, emanations that had perhaps been echoed and amplified by the twisting of the passage in the rock, but which now became more distinct. It was the urgent, deep, needy groaning of a man, accompanied by what was now unmistakably the sound of wet, sloppy, smacking slurping and sucking, with a bass rhythm underneath it of a hollow, squelching GLK-GLK-GLK-GLK!!!

Emerging into the larger chamber, Dareios saw a room with many of the accoutrements of comfort. Pillows and fine blankets were strewn around in various places, with flaming sconces set in the walls and oil-burning lanterns scattered about to light the area. At the far end, on a fold-out table, a rudimentary alchemical apparatus was set up, with beakers and flasks bubbling away on top of it and several vials standing about. Some scrolls and diagrams were in evidence around here, unmethodologically arranged, more than a few torn up and left to litter the area. A quill and inkwell had clearly been deployed at one point to annotate some of the papers, but this too had been discarded and set on its side, the ink dripping onto the floor of the cave. Evidence, for the interested observer perhaps, of experiments conducted and abandoned in frustration.

All this was not to overstate the central image that greeted Dareios, which was far more arresting.

A man, presumably, like Spillsby and Pontus, yet another of the not-really-unfortunate unfortunates that comprised Lorel’s male harem of experimental subjects, was dangling in the middle of the room, arms tethered above his head to an iron hoop set in the ceiling. As with the others, this one seemed to be in the latter stages of muscular degeneration and fatigue – except where it counted. Yet another monstrously inflated and inhumanly bloated dong protruded out in front of him, massive, lemon-sized testes hanging down, a heavy cord of precum dangling down from the underside of the giant cocktip that was pooling on the floor. At either side of the man, both on their haunches, were two of the most stunning sluts that Dareios had ever seen, a blonde and a brunette, but neither of them acknowledged his presence as he made his way into the chamber, preferring to continue to devote their attentions to the one thing that occupied them, suckling either side of the immense, vascular fucklog that speared out between them and extended way over their shoulders, a steady flow of treacly precum disgorging from the head. Slack jawed, cross-eyed with an idiotic expression, the man periodically loosed slobber from his mouth that more often than not pitter-pattered onto the root of his gigantic schlong which added to the agglomeration of bubbly saliva that the incredible whores where lavishing over every millimetre of his glistening, turgid shaft, their astounding bodies glimpsed in dim lamplight as they cavorted sinuously on their haunches. It was too far away and too dark for their appearance to be viewed distinctly; the only thing readily apparent was the way the warm lamplight caressed the contours of their skin hinted at truly eye-popping proportions.

The situation was clearly approaching climax. Both of the luscious whores continued their ministrations as the rest of the party of monstercocked males and stacked sluts made their way into the chamber, so that each of them, fanning out into a crescent shape, could see the display. The blonde slut, her back to the intruders, had her face buried in worship of the arm-thick column of horizontally jutting meat, and had her right hand clasped just underneath the glossy crown of turgid penile shaft, fingers and wrist hypnotically twisting and twining with incredible skill. Presently, her other hand reached around from between the man’s legs, fingers splaying wide to grasp the dangling scrotal sack of hairless flesh, before commencing a squeezing motion, firmly caressing both balls cradled between her outstretched fingers. After a few seconds of this, the blonde’s head, without breaking contact from where her face was welded to the monstercock, smooched and slurped with obvious hoover-like suction further down to the root of the pole before smacking her way noisily down the ballsack, the obscene sound of a vacuum being wetly plugged up – GLUUUUNNNK – as her lips fastened around a testicle.

With her face locked around one monster teste and her fingers curling around the other in a lewd jacking motion that milked the oversize gonad like it was a cock, that left three hands that were sliding and twisting up and down the rigid mast of brawny manflesh that sprouted in an obscene, arm-thick flesh stalk out of the man’s groin, capped with a cockhead the shape and size of a cow’s heart. The brunette, meanwhile, lovingly slurped and suckled her way up the monster fuck piston, thick plump lips smooching her way as her face journeyed all around the meaty side as well as the pulsing, distending corpus spongiosum that dilated pulsingly along the bottom of the shaft, an action that left a glistening set of saliva strands dangling off the cock at intervals all the way down the ridged lenth. Finally the slut settled down on her knees directly in front of the shaft, indulging in a lewd display of sensuously tracing her tongue over the head in circular motions, sweeping it all over the gleaming bell-shaped head with a series of luxurious passes and smooching her pouting lips against the tightly strung frenulum, transferring bubbly white ropes of slobber from her mouth and pressing them to the underside of the fearsomely-sized, throbbing crown, the glistening tendrils shining in filaments between her mouth and chin that she kept pressing to the rounded brim of the cock and pulling away from. Thick, stretchy, rich ropes of saliva and precum expanded and attenuated between the lower part of the brunette’s face and the mega-sized cum cannon’s rounded business end.

It was a seriously impressive display, and the sluts that were observing the performance all found a jutting behemoth cock to stroke as they watched, a set of impressed noises from all of them registering appreciation at the way that the blonde slut hunkered underneath the man more fully, fishhooked her left cheek with a crooked index finger and managed to engulf the other meaty, dangling testicle into her slobbery maw. At this, the boobed brunette seemed to settle back slightly and ready herself for an eruption, tilting her head upwards and extending her tongue as she arched her back slightly. Both of the mega-titted sluts were clearly incredibly well-synchronised in the practice of pleasure.

‘Well SOMETHING is definitely going to explode Gal,’ Tamara said, ‘not sure I know precisely WHAT…’

It was with some relief for everyone, and all kinds of relief for the monstercock-sporting specimen, that his orgasm triggered almost instantly. This was announced by both testicles hitching up, levering into the air, the huge nuts dragging the blonde’s head up a short way with them by her stuffed cheeks and pulling her upwards too, before both exploded out of her mouth in a bubbly surge of saliva that cascaded down onto her slender neck and clavicle.

The brunette tilted her open mouth upwards and stuck her tongue out. Immediately a massive blast of white cum exploded directly into her face and mushroomed outwards on impact into a glittering spray of pearly droplets that spattered everywhere on her upper body, including her hair, shoulders, and monstrous round jutting tits. The projection had smacked between her eyes, but the thick cum bolt had kept spewing out of the opened pisshole and the tail of the silken cord of cum ended up disappearing directly down her throat. Her face drenched, the splattered slut kept her mouth open, waggling her tongue even more as ropes of cum dripped from it, as another burst of heavy semen splattered her in the face again.

‘I much prefer the exploding cock to the head,’ Galiana affirmed.

Cassandra shrugged, ‘why not both?’

She was a stunning blonde with long, light blonde hair that spilled down the sides of her face and cascaded down a long waterfall all the way just past her ass down her back. Poured into – and pouring out of - a pink clinging utterly skintight dress, she sashayed a little closer to the group on clear stripper sandals with six inch heels and platform soles, lithe, sinuous movement that accentuated the eye-popping sway of her lusciously wide hips and the salacious jiggle of her immense, inflated posterior that projected up behind her into a pair of plump, smooth, juicy globes, which the bottom of her dress almost covered. Slashed sections in the dress, across which strings of heaving material stretched over the honeyed flesh bursting out beneath it, were slit all the way from the tautly muscled quads that bulged in the flanks of her thigh, all the way up to her torso on either side. Intricate tattoos could be seen covering one side of ass and hip, where a geometric set of black shapes blossomed over her muscular thigh and travelled all the way over the majority of that cheek of her ass. A similar feature of slashes occupied the centre of the dress, with straining slits opening up in a v-shape all the way from just above her pubic mound and opening out progressively all the way up to her clavicle. Moving up, her gleaming abdominal muscles had defined bumps that were like the cobblestones of a Tharros street after a rainshower, a deep, deep line in the centre leading upwards.

Above this, the humongous set of tits that projected out of her chest appeared at first glance substantially bigger than any other slut’s set of cans present. The pair of gleaming, golden-tanned orbs that stuck all the way out from the middle of her dress were perfectly round globes that thrusted into the air, jutting underneath her chin, each capped with a pair of small, high-set nipples. Beginning on her shoulder, another tattoo, this one of coloured leopard spots, swirled halfway down her arm into another patterned sleeve. Her face was simply astonishing: an angular jaw, enormous, inflated, pumped up bimbo lips, high cheekbones and eyebrows with a severe arch to them and piercing azure eyes.

The instant Lorel moved into the light and her silhouette changed from the dark outline of a set of monstrously bloated tits, an ass like two bowling balls, and slenderly muscled legs into full bimbo fucktoy material, Dareios, Damon, Spillsby and Pontus’s dicks all instantly pivoted up from their horizontal projection, each leaping out of the female hand that was occupied with stroking them, whipping upwards and smacking thumpingly into the faces of their owners.

‘No need to salute, boys,’ Lorel said, giggling huskily at the bleary row of men, their dicks levelling off slowly in front of them again.

‘… And meet Jizzelle…’ Tamara continued.

The other woman got up from her knees and stood next to Lorel. Displayed in a crescent shape along her clavicle was the beautifully scripted tattoo of the words ‘FUCK SLUT’. Her arms were bare, smoothly muscled, one of which sported a series of four thick black bands that went from her bicep to her wrist. Huge plump lips dominated her face, her brunette hair long and voluminous, again, like Lorel, spilling everywhere. She was deeply tanned, her skin a bronzed colour, smooth and shining. She was mega-titted, though not as large as Lorel. Nonetheless, the monstrously inflated tits that stuck out of her chest were like bowling balls, the two smooth spheres protruding out, a pair of bulging domes that stretched the straps of the bikini-style top that she was wearing, tiny leather patches the size of coins over her nipples, the rest of the taut flesh on show. Once more thin-waisted and lusciously hipped, the dark-haired fuckdoll had a tattoo on her stomach and a golden metallic set of bikini bottoms. She was the equal of Lorel in her muscular definition, with thickly ridged abdominal muscles etched with lines of striation and powerful quads and calves that rippled sensuously as she walked. Jizzelle was perched on black, shiny, near-skintight leather fuck-me boots with platform soles and six-inch heels.

The monumental splattering of cum that Jizzelle had just taken was still roping off her unbelievable body, thick white wobbly stalactites dribbling off her chin continuously from several different places and her forehead, nose, eyes and cheeks were pasted with the heavy white stuff that had stuck where it landed. Her monster breasts were similarly creamed, the enormous mounds completely glazed, thick ropes of gluey white semen dripping off them. The stacked hardbody fuckdoll sent a leering grin to the new arrivals that allowed a thick rope of cum to extend out of her mouth, all the way down to her tits, until she sucked it back up into her mouth. Lifting her eyes to the group, she smiled, and with a shucking, squelching sound, made the rope disappear and reappear rapidly, sucking it in and out of her mouth. Finally, she compressed it in her mouth and spat the wad into the air. The two gorgeous whores of Girvyn posed together, twirling, allowing everyone to see their huge round bulging asses, twining their bodies around one another salaciously. By the time they had finished their exhibition, they were once again looking down the barrel of four formidable mega cocks that were now again pointed directly at them, each weeping precum ominously into puddles on the floor.

‘Huh,’ Lorel said, looking at her brunette counterpart, ‘I wonder why you would mention that of all things, especially considering how it’s patently obvious that I was the one to invent the potion that managed to push these studs past the twenty-inch mark. Me and only me.’

‘Granted,’ said Tamara, still examining her nails and allowing her hand to wander off to her right, where she let the tips of her finger brush against the mammoth, bulging, cow’s heart sized helmet of Spillsby’s penis, her fingers clasping the tip and fondling the blunt tip of the brutally oversized and vein-ridged appendage. ‘But size isn’t anything without stability, as your poor friend behind you there is aptly beginning to demonstrate.’

‘Poor fucker is wasting away!’ Faye blurted out.

Pontus bristled at Lorel, clearly not quite over the indignity of being placed in the makeshift cage in the mouth of the cave, his dick having been tethered to a stake. Tamara remembered the way he had torn the iron bars away from the wall and shivered as she slyly eyed the reconstituted muscles of the man’s frame, his glistening body bulging and endowed with large and powerful arms and legs that weren’t far from rivalling Dareios and Damon’s bodies.

‘Don’t be mad, Pontus,’ Lorel said, ‘I’m afraid that was for your own good.’

Pontus’s reply, predictably enough, was not with his mouth, but with a fountain of potent, sticky precum that bubbled out of his cumslit and then projected in a long line from his cockhead, the jet of heavy prejizz darting through the air and smacking hard into Lorel’s cleavage.

‘These two clearly have unfinished business with you, Lorel,’ Cassandra said.

Lorel glanced at Cassandra as she massaged the hot precum into her gleaming, monster tits, ‘as do you and I, Templar knight.’

‘But what of these other two… fucking studs?’ Jizzelle enquired. ‘Did you bring these warriors here to reckon with us?’

Tamara grinned.

Tamara produced the tincture and poured a small measure into Faslane’s open mouth. The reaction was almost instantaneous. A molten ripple of renewed musculature flowed throughout his body in a restorative blossoming of flesh and tissue that packed the man’s frame with stocky, bulging brawn. Lying on his back, Faslane’s rejuvenation was fully announced when his massive cock gathered up into full tumescence, the monster meat log raising itself from where it hung lank between his legs to tower up into erection like a girthy muscular, inflated column capped with a plump, glistening, apple-sized purple hood. Even after this, the massive mast sticking up out of his groin and casting a shadow over his face in the dim lights of the cave, Tamara turned, on her haunches, to the others.

‘Aaaaaaaand… HERE WE GO!’ announced a grinning, gleeful Tamara with almost fanfare intonation.

Everyone could almost hear a creaking as the tissues of Faslane’s monster member clustered even further than before, bunching, branching, and knitting, veins now popping crazily on the surface as the bulky tower of colossal man flesh sprouted what looked to be a further four inches of growth.

Tamara, pleased with her handiwork, could no longer resist it and grasped the enormous tool in her hand, planting a sloppy kiss on the crown and making out lewdly with the gaping piss slit that crowned the gleaming tip of the newly minted monstercock.

‘MMMMWah!’ Tamara said happily as she smooched the bloated glans, rubbing her lips and chin around it and smearing the sticky, slippery residue of precum and slobber around the smooth and spongy head that pointed at the ceiling.

Jizzelle looked at Lorel. ‘Well I’m certainly impressed.’

Lorel huffed a sigh. ‘Well I have to hand it to you sister, it seems like collaboration may be the way forward. Perhaps if I had shared my discoveries with you earlier we might have avoided this situation.’

The muffled sounds that Tamara replied with were a consequence of Faslane having stood up and immediately planted his gigantic bullcock into the busty brunette’s mouth, the rounded head visible as it tented out her cheek.

‘She’s saying she accepts your apology and she’s pleased we can all put it behind us,’ offered Galiana.

Tamara nodded, though it was difficult to tell whether this was her way of registering assent or whether it was purely a consequence of Faslane having started to use his now uneathlily-strong pc muscle to lever his schlong up and down, with the hardbody priestess’s head merely attached to it. Choking with a concerted ‘Glurk!’ sound, Tamara grasped the trunk of the brawny cum cannon in her hand and withdrew it from her slobbering bimbo lips.

‘That’s more or less the gist of it.’

And with that she sank her head back down on the meaty prong and speared it into her gullet, pulling up just enough to let the tip of the monster cock plug her throat and make a series of sticky, sloppy quacking sounds as she proceeded to skullfuck herself on the massive mega cock that Faslane now wielded.

‘Well, one good turn deserves another,’ Lorel said, turning back to the assembled newcomers and making pistol fingers as Dareios and Damon, ‘perhaps these two fuckpigs would like to sample my goods before you sample my goods, if you know what I mean?’

‘What exactly does that mean?’ said Dareios, finally, his dick waggling up and down menacingly.

Lorel gave him a look that would have dissolved most men on the spot.