Tharros Cave Orgy 23

Hey studs and sluts:

First of the three submissions this month:

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She stopped to turn to Cassandra, an inverted arc of saliva suspended between her own lips and Faslane’s: ‘our sister’s made of sterner stuff I reckon…’

‘What the fuck just happened…?’ Cassandra wondered.

Above them, Damon was looking disbelievingly at the gorgeous whore underneath him. His world was ablaze with sensation and colour so much that he couldn’t keep track of what he was feeling and seeing. When the miasma of synaesthesia cleared and he figured what had given way beneath, he shook his head to clear it.

Galiana’s legs had continued their crushing pressure. Even as cock-stretched and hog-stuffed as the toffee-tanned blonde bimbo sex acolyte had been, the unrelenting grip of her squeezing crush on his body with her legs was almost agonising. Even as full of his dick as she was the effect was almost like she was trying to puree his pelvis. His iron hard dick compressed further into her squishy insides, her legs were like a vice, there was no give in her solid bimbo tits and it all collapsed together until -

CRAKKK -

It hadn’t been his spine that had bust. It had been the steel bar. Between them, it gave, cracking decisively into two. It broke free of the bolted hinges at each side, and the two of them thumped into mattress to something firm beneath.

‘Well done,’ Galiana said, ‘you didn’t die…’

‘I didn’t cum.’ Damon growled.

Then there was a look in his eye that Galiana couldn’t recollect seeing before.

Damon stood and his dick extracted from the blonde slut’s pussy with a *schloooooooorp*

After it was out, Galiana felt empty, like a toy doll with the stuffing ripped out of it.

The warrior loomed over her. He reached down aggressively. She almost flinched.

But it wasn’t, for once, that Damon wanted to manhandle her statuesque, Amazonian bimbo physique of impossible curved. He shifted her roughly out of the way, and clawed underneath her body at the fittings of the piece of furniture they had been on. Galiana was surprised to see Damon reach into the ruined interior of the couch and pull the stuffing and padding of the seat away. He tore to get it out, ripped it where he could, and then lifted it all out and threw it behind him.

‘Ha!’ Damon said, he smiled.

Galiana looked down. Underneath the chair, Damon had revealed a thick, brass sheet underneath the padding and the fabric. It was bronze-coloured, shiny, burnished, and slightly contoured to the incline in the seat.

Grabbing Galiana by the arm, no conversation necessary, Damon turned her away from him and threw her onto the sheet of brass. She slammed into it. In another second, he had his dick in his hand, and was lining it up against her tight ringpiece, as his other hand pressed the back of her head against the metal sheet, flattening her face up against it.

Damon mounted her from behind, and then the ultra-hung stud commenced hammering Galiana into the metal sheet with his monstercock, powerfucking her anally into it.

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Dareios had barely stopped eating out Lorel’s cunt since the honeyed teen sexpot had latched her cooch around his face and clasped her lissom, lithe, muscular legs around his head, and his senses were compressed into the luscious, soft texture of her glossily soaked pussy that she was smearing all around his lips, taking in all of her scent, while at the same time he took slow, smooth strokes of his girthsome dick into Tamara beneath him, who was packed to the brim and squirting too.

SCHLUK-SCHLUK-SCHLUK-SCHLLLUUUKKKK…

The sensation of the brunette’s slick, clinging, elastic pussy, split wide, his huge member obscenely compacted inside it as he penetrated her deeply, was everything he could take. He could feel her writhing underneath him as his immensely turgid hog impaled her, each penetration squishing her up and compressing her organs inside her.

SCHLUK-SCHLUK-SCHLUK-SCHLLLUUUKKKK…

Lorel, stacked bimbo body quivering as Dareios lashed his tongue into her convulsing hole, was losing her grip and becoming more jelly like as his practised tongue caused her climaxing quim suddenly to squirt and squirt and squirt repeatedly like a hand-cranked pump at a well. Both sluts were now gushing their pussies out in pulses of splattering fluid.

‘Fucking bulldong stud, you f-f-f-fucking… fucking stuuuUUUUUUDDDDD!’

Buckets of gelatinous girly juices were spurting out of Lorel’s pulsing slot and messily cascading down Dareios’ chin, the spill forming at times a rivulet that coursed over his broad chest and over his bulging pecs like a waterfall before being channelled into the furrowed ridges of his broadly bulging abdominal muscles. The gorgeous blonde’s orgasmic juices were churned into a froth at the juncture where Dareios’s inhumanly monstrous member was splaying Tamara’s cunt that was sputtering with girlcum too, just spewing uncontrollably out of her.

After a while, Dareios’s sensory grasp of what was going on around him widened sufficiently that he was aware of a general commotion behind him, and his huge arms lifted Lorel’s slippery slit from his face in a smooth motion, all the while still pumping Tamara’s splay-legged, mountainously buxom but slim-waisted form beneath. He had the glorious big-tit blonde bimbo bombshell blonde by the waist, and marvelled at the way her sculptured stomach was tight and firm to his grasp. She felt hard all the way through to the touch, a torso like sprung steel. As he gripped her and held Lorel in front of him, he pushed his face into her monstrous pair of absolutely balloon-like, spherical tits, smearing his mouth all over the smooth, round, heavy, rock hard, sweat-slick mounds. It was heavenly to feel her heavy round cans cushion his face and luxuriate in the perfect smoothness of her gleaming, taut flesh.

‘Catch…’

Dareios glanced up from between Lorel’s immense cleavage and noticed a thread of saliva descending from above him, seeing the nineteen-year old acolyte’s lush, punk, glossy lips open, decorously and daringly dangling a bubbly wad of slobber downwards towards him. As he drew her down, he caught it in his lips as their faces came close, and she responded by latching her mouth to him, opening his mouth with her plump lips, and letting her tongue rove sloppily around his mouth. She drew back and let the bejewelled froth suspend between them, giggling. She was intensely girlish, but as ever, there was a harder edge to it, and everything she said was some kind of filthy provocation.

‘I’m going easy on you because there’s no way you can handle the two of us…’ Lorel said. She drooled a thick rope of silvery saliva downwards that drooped between their chins, was suspended from her lips all the way between her hulking, basketball-sized tits until she dropped it, and eased off her chin and landed right at the bulging root of the warrior’s brawny fuckpiece, right on a fat webwork of inflated veins.

‘Or maybe I shouldn’t, maybe you want to be broken, big stud? I bet that’s what you *really* want…’

Dareios threw her off onto the couch. She landed with a giggle in a heap next to Tamara, but quickly repositioned herself into an incredibly lewd and provocative pose. She shoved her tongue through her index and middle fingers.

‘You eat great pussy but I need a little more…’

‘Yeah…’ Tamara agreed, even as Dareios slung his dysmorphic meatstick once more into her slippery cooch, a stroke that the slutty whore seemed to take in her stride, when it would have cloven a normal woman in two.

Looking down at the pair of cock-crazed sex-priestess, Dareios was struck by how similar they were. The blonde and brunette were similarly aged, similarly proportioned, and both of their minds were entirely addled by their compulsion to manufacture big meaty monstercocks. They had been driven insane by it, drawn to Girvyn through that specific mania. Could anything truly satisfy them? Could anything really satiate their monomania on beefy dickbrawn? Their rivalry had split apart their devotional sect, but they had joined forces and pooled their skills and talents to create the one thing they desired more than anything, the one thing that united them – his huge cock.

He pulled his dick out of Tamara’s squelchy cunt with a wet sucking sound.

Both whores writhed lasciviously in front of him. They sported enormously, colossally massive spheroid tits, honed, chiselled abs, tight, slender waists, and bulging quads on sensually sleek and elegant legs. All there was to choose between them was their hair colour. Lorel slipped her arm under Tamara as Tamara in turn coiled her leg over Lorel’s.

‘UUuUuuuuUUUUUGGHGHNNNNGGHGGGGGHHHHHHGGHH!!!’

Just the sight of them had caused his cock to spasm and spit out a heavy thick rope of precum that left his cockend in a blistering three-second stream. He groaned dramatically as it spurted heavily out of him and hosed it over them, shaking his hips slowly from side to side to direct the stream and making sure that both mega-jugged sluts got hot precum facials. Inevitably, the sex-bomb duo’s solid super-sized round balloon-racks took the brunt of the thick splattering, both of the vixens laughing and giggling as they smeared it all over their cans, making the massively inflated globes shine.

‘So fucking hot…’

He was going to give them what they wanted. They had made him. Now he would show them what they had got themselves into once and for all.

His reverie was broken for an instant by an unusually loud cracking sound behind him, and a general sense that something had gone radically wrong for Galiana. It didn’t sound right. A hush fell over the participants in the lube pool, who up until that point had been editorialising on the proceedings quite freely. Then there was some more conversation that he hadn’t quite caught. Then, another almighty crack following on from the first one, but this one louder still.

He didn’t want to look behind him. This was now personal.

It had become a thing of just himself and the two sultry sexpot whore priestesses. Instead, he focused on what was in front of him. Almost involuntarily, his gigantic fuck prong started to pitch up, lever-like from his groin. The colossal meat monolith rose in a totally turgid column, and precum started roping down the vein-covered flesh tube, coursing down the bulging underside in slick, heavy gouts as the whole thing throbbed. It tipped up almost in front of his face as the two huge-jugged sluts could resist the sight no longer and got on all fours in front of him on the couch.

‘Seems like Galiana and Damon are having serious *fun* over there…’ Tamara mused, not really able to see much since Dareios’s massive body was blocking the line of sight between the trio and the couple behind him.

‘Maybe we should go over there and get seen to?’ Lorel said, with a smirk, cocking her eyebrow at her richly-tanned brunette companion, ‘like *really* seen to?’

‘Damon sounds like he’s up to it… and he’ll be finished with Galiana in no time if he… uh… breaks her apart like he’s doing.’ Tamara added.

‘You see, Dareios, we wanna get split in two… how can I put it? *Ripped* apart by a monster cock but somehow I don’t think you have it in you?’

Both of the sluts smiled with an identical depraved leer. Then they gave each other a soft, wet-spit swapping kiss, and, cheek to cheek, pushed their faces forwards. Working now as a team, the pair of stacked hardbody teens slurped, sucked and kissed the warrior’s churning balls together, slurping noisily and lewdly at his smooth, ball-boiling scrotum.

‘Come on Dareios,’ said Tamara, ‘you know you’re my favourite, you fucking freak…’

‘Oh he’s your favourite Tamara?’ Lorel said, between mouthfuls of brawny ball that she slurped up and disgorged from her cheek, ‘SSSSCCHCHHHLLLUUUUUPPPPPP – what if he’s my favourite too, huh?’

The stunning sex-mad vixens were connected by the chin and cheek to each other by a few silvery thread of precum and saliva as they discussed the important issue at hand.

‘O Loli…’ smiled Tamara, referring to Lorel by her nickname from when she had arrived at the convent of Girvyn, ‘why do we have to fall out about everything?’

‘Fall out?’ Lorel said, ‘what do you mean? As far as I can tell we’re in total agreement about this fucking FAT, HARD, MASSIVE MONSTER MEAT PYTHON being the best thing in the world right now? And look at the size of these balls, like fucking melons. Girvyn didn’t bring us here for no reason.’

Tamara giggled, ‘well I’m not about to argue about that…’

They kissed, messily. The testicle they hoisted between their mingling mouths didn’t prove too much an obstacle, and Dareios wasn’t complaining.

Both together, Tamara and Lorel fastened their inflated, plump, bulging bimbo lips around Dareios’s bloated, meaty testes, taking one each and pulling away as the jawbreaking orbs bulged their overstuffed cheeks, the slack scrotal skin pulling taut as they wrestled his testicles away. Rivulets of precum roiled sloppily down the base of Dareios’ cock and spread in slick gloss over the stretched flesh of his ballsack. They lapped that up too.

‘Mmgghh mnghgh mmm nnghh mghghh mmmgh mmmm…’ Dareios heard Lorel say. It was as if she were continuing the conversation even though her mouth was obscenely distended with his enlarged teste. She was looking up at him as though she were making perfect sense.

Something snapped inside the warrior.

‘Fucking bitches!!!’ he roared, pulling both the whores from their lewd attachment to his testes with a ringing, sloppy, exuberant double popping sound, ‘you want to get split? *I’LL SPLIT YOU*!!!’

After that, he was gone. Totally gone. Dareios became a blur of uncontrollable, unstoppable masculine vitality and unrestraint potency.

‘Come on Dareios, fuck me so I can feel it in my throat…’ Lorel mewled, ‘fuck me so deep I can feel it in my thRRRROOWWUUUUURRRRRRGGGGGGGNGGGNGHNNNBBGGGHHHHHHHNNNnnnhh…’

SPLAT-SPLURT-THACKKKKKK----

Dareios hadn’t let Lorel finish her second sentence, for the simple reason that he had used her like a human cocksleeve. With all the smoothness of a practised swordman sheathing a sword into an oiled scabbard, the grimacing warrior plunged every single one of the twenty-six inches of his inhuman appendage, boiling with pent-up sexual charge, and torn up the teenager’s insides.

For an instant he swore he had seen the bulging tip of his crown poke up just at the apex of her neck and clavicle. She was gagged, choked, transfixed on his obscene spunk pump. Their loins connected at the THACKKK- sound and Lorel, eyes locked on his delightedly, tried to take an intake of breath and found she couldn’t. She was plugged – asphyxiated. The massive fuckstaff impinged on her ability to take a breath, seemed lodged beneath her lungs.

It was deep in there. Deeper than anything had ever been or had any right to go.

Even Tamara’s eyes widened next to the pair, but her mouth was hanging open in pure thrill and amazement.