Tharros Cave Orgy 20

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On cue another bull-cock appeared, answering Lorel’s feisty proposition. Dareios had appeared above both of them. He had never been afraid of a challenge or shy of a fight. Lorel suddenly had all the light blocked out by a looming slab of the warrior’s sculptured, granite-like abs, at the base of which his monolithic, two-foot schlong pointed ominously at her face. The studly warrior had planted both of his feet either side of Damon’s torso on the couch, and he was looking down at Lorel who was nestled between his cousin’s thick thighs.

She looked up at him, past the looming henge of his dysmorphic penis, the paired-up rows of bulging abs, and his giant, slablike pecs, into his dark eyes.

‘Come on you fucking pervert,’ Lorel leered, ‘you know exactly where you want to put that…’

Dareios’s twenty-four pussy-missile was sticking out ludicrously and fully horizontally in front of him. The cock's impossible girth made its massive length seem even more substantial, if that was possible, like a long staff of cockmeat had been bolted erect against a solid wall of muscle. The veins running up and down the substantial shaft themselves had no colour, but were visibly pulsing with his every thrumming heartbeat. Corded muscles throbbed with a regular and distinct rhythm in the blood-engorged meat-pillar as Dareios employed his internal muscles to level the immensely potent instrument downwards, pointing it directly at Lorel’s gorgeous and rather imperious face. She summoned a mouthful of saliva, grinning, and spat a frothy wad of slobber on the tip that roped off slowly and oozed in a sloppy rope off the domed head and dribbled onto her tits.

‘I know you want it,’ Lorel said.

Dareios bent his knees a little and directed his cockhead downwards. With a dip of his hips he tucked the head of his humongous shaft into the topmost cavern of Lorel’s cleavage, nesting it next to Damon’s standing-up fuck organ, and plunged it further in, ploughing it in a downwards-driving motion like a derrick driving into the earth. Lorel held Damon’s meat-monolith clasped at the outmost swell of her monster boobs so that Dareios’s fuck club sheathed itself into the deepest part of her tits, the ridge of the beefy muscle-cock’s crown bumping against each one of her sculptured abs as it raked down the stacked hardbody’s stomach.

‘FFFFFFFFUUUUUUUUUUUU-‘

Dareios realised it had been him making the noise and then-

There was a squelch as the granite-muscled stud felt his penis hilt as deep as he could go in the velvet socket that Lorel had created between her insanely huge and round, smooth, taut-skinned hooters, and he felt a distinct rumble of rictus contractions in his cousin’s immense, bloated column of brawn that his gigantic length shared the sheath of titflesh with.

TWAKKKKKK-‘MMMMMmmmnnnghhhhh-‘

His chunky abs smacked flush against Lorel’s face as his groin competed the motion of the downwards plugging sweep, her pretty nose smooshing into his ridge of muscles and her face compressed into his navel. He instinctively grabbed her head in both huge hands, holding her there.

‘MMMMnghghghhhhh…’

It wasn’t Lorel’s best attempt at conversation ever, but her lips were pressed flush against the fleshy root of Dareios’s downwards-poking member.

She compressed her hands around her tits to hold Damon’s dick in her cleavage even more firmly, and used it to trap Dareios’s dick securely in the meaty sandwich press of her chest pillows as the stud withdrew upwards and plunged down again for another drive. It gave her a chance to breathe, but the voracious, cum-crazed minx was more interested in taking the opportunity to lave her roving tongue all over the slick surface of the gleaming schlong as it was slid upwards against her face.

Dareios’s abrupt shifting of his meatstick set Damon off, the throbbing underside of his cousin’s cock’s contractions massaging against his own firm fuck staff, and then Lorel began slowly, expertly, soulfully, arching her back further and humping up and down, applying the tit fuck of a lifetime to the two big-dicked cocksmiths at the same time. Squeezing them between her cans, one dick pointing up, one pointing down, Lorel milked the pair of gigantic beefy schlongs, applying more pressure to the round sides of her inflated balloon tits to encase them further together and increase the pressure. Her tits were so huge and firm, the bulging contours so taut, bulging and slick, all she had to do was cup the outsides of the spheres and pump them up and down.

Over in the lube pool, Pontus and Faye were still in each other’s arms, the blonde acolyte greedily and hornily sucking on the big man’s extended tongue as he leaned his broad back over her and she had both hands kneading the slick liquid into his colossal pecs, traps and abs, her hands roving everywhere as saliva from their open-mouthed kisses occasionally dripped into the pool between them.

Jizzelle and Cassandra were also in the pool alongside Spillsby and Faslane. They were playing about, not really fucking, but giving each other sincere sensual attention as they themselves for the first time experienced the rejuvenating power of the liquid.

Jizzelle was on her knees in the pool, meaning that her massive full tits had just crested the surface of the fluid, and she had only the beefy head of Faslane’s monster cock in her mouth. She sucked it slowly, lazily, without the enthusiasm and determination of their spirited and hyperactive fucking, but more with the gentle, sensual and relaxed, almost passive air of someone able to take their time in stimulating their partner. Again and again put the head in her mouth and sucked noisily, making a loud *POP* as she pulled it out. She repeated the process, suck *POP* suck *POP* over and over as she squeezed and slowly jerked his shaft. Faslane groaned and shifted his hips, appreciating the variety of sounds that the tanned, tattooed little slut was making as she smooched his bell end, sometimes a slurp, sometimes suction, sometimes a smacking lip-laving kiss, every one of them wet, slick, and fully appreciative.

For the other pair, it was Spillsby that was doing the majority of the sucking. It was the shaven-headed, tattooed templar, with her powerfully muscularly developed frame standing up in the pool over the young man. She had fully doused herself in the lube fluid, and had broached the surface like a molten Amazonian goddess of war, the slick lube cascading down her disproportionately massively spherical melons and coursing over the astonishing ridges of her carved abs, sculptured quads and her bulging glutes. Every part of her shone, and as soon as she used her hands to push her cascading hair over one shoulder, the tattoo on the shaven side of her head standing out, Spillsby had attached himself like a greedy leech to her nipples and was slurping and sucking at the small, pebbled tit.

‘Come on boy,’ Cassandra said, ‘you want that milk?’

‘MMMMhhuuhhh!’ Spillsby said, too infatuated with slurping at the templar’s globes to even detach his lips from it for one second.

‘Get it baby…’ Cassandra smiled.

The busty warrioress still had both hands behind her head, so the movement was emphasised when she flexed her tits and both of the huge round orbs jumped on her chest. One spray of milk fired out in the direction of Faslane, the other popped its blast squarely into Spillsby’s mouth, so that the horse-hung stablehand’s mouth was suddenly full of squirting milk that he gulped down his gullet.

Cassandra put both her hands around the back of Spillsby’s head as he sucked on her tit, looking into his eyes.

‘You little bitch,’ she said, ‘suck it all up. You’re gonna need all your strength for round two, little boy… that’s right… little fucking bitch…’

Tamara and Galiana weren’t yet in the pool. Like everyone, they had one eye on the spectacle on the rostrum, and were – though neither wanted to vocalise it to the other – impressed with Lorel’s astounding ability to take the double-ended annihilation meted out by the warriors of Teitum. Though she has been severely pulverised, she had not yet been concertinaed, and the double-dick titfuck was clearly turning the tables on the other two as well as the proverbial screw. Every muscle and vein was strained to bursting as the two cocksmiths of Tietum toiled between her tits.

‘Maybe we should go over there and help,’ Tamara said.

‘Help who?’ Galiana said.

Tamara didn’t answer for a while. She was divided between the pool behind and the spectacle in front.

‘I’m not getting in there until they’ve emptied every fucking particle of their cum all over me.’

Damon and Dareios were both practically at their limit. Lodged in a dual simultaneous jug fuck between the slutty teenage blonde’s massive globular hypertits, they were both groaning in unison. Lorel knew no mercy in the way that she was treating them. Dareios’s derrick-dick pumping as he plunged his rigidly tumescent fuck tool into the bottomless, slippery tunnel of her delicious titflesh had slowed to a steady, slogging pistoning pump as he speared his humongous, vascular member between the set of monster cans beneath him, one thick squelch at a time produced as it raked against his cousin’s similarly agonised fuck organ. Sweat was now pouring off his drenched brow into the cavern that his hot groin sausage plumbed methodically, each time his meatstick drove in his balls clenching and he clamped his teeth in a scowl to keep hold of his load. But Lorel was relentless, and seemed with every spearing downward thrust of the warrior’s rod into her cans simply clasped her hands around the round swell of the outer curves of her enormous hooters and made the fuck tunnel even more tight. Damon’s monstrous organ was being similarly tortured, the huge man helpless as Lorel kept up a simple rhythm of bouncing her stacked assets up and down, up and down against his rigidly-taut and hyper-hard column of muscular fuck flesh, and had long since thrown his head right back, hammering his fists against the couch as he tried everything he could to keep the tell-tale convulsions at bay.

‘You guys are no match for my tits,’ Lorel was saying almost conversationally, ‘just a pair of little boys that shoot their loads when they get a glimpse of a frilly nightie, aren’t you?’

‘Fuck you, whore…’ Dareios grunted, though it was clear the fight was ebbing out of him.

Lorel laughed, ‘you’re just a little bitch for me, Dareios, don’t tell me you don’t want to cum right now, lose your load down there, and just *spray* all over your cousin’s big fat dong… right? Is that what he has to look forward to? Besides busting between my tits.’

Dareios didn’t want to give her satisfaction, but she wasn’t wrong. There was no way he could hold onto his load at this rate. The blonde whore’s spectacular set of cans were taking him to boiling point. She was so hot. The droplets of sweat that drizzled onto the topmost curves of her smooth, round, bronzed mounds were evaporating in scalding scads of steam when they pattered onto her. He had both hands pressed into a V shape just above the root of his brawny, inverted cock to keep the impossibly hard organ pointing downwards into the fuck funnel of her vast inflated torpedo tits, and could see the veins bursting out of his forearms and bulging on his biceps as every muscle in his body was drawn into sustaining him throughout the torrid titfuck.

There had been so much precum fired between Lorel’s tits it was beginning to sound like someone was enthusiastically attempting to unblock a drain.

SQUELCH – SQUELCH – SQUELCH

‘Dareios, don’t be a fucking pussy, turn around, give me a treat.’

At that, Dareios’s dick deployed a particularly potent spurt of pre-spunk into the hot tit-cavern that squirted upwards back out of it and fountained into his face.

‘Fuuccckkkkkkkkk-‘

Shifting position, and without moving his dick from where it was trapped between Lorel’s huge honking tits, Dareios in fact using it as a sort of pivot point, Dareios swung his legs over and swapped their positions. Now he was facing the opposite direction, and has a view of the lube pool, where assorted studs and whores were luxuriously cavorting, and where Tamara and Galiana were stood in front of it, watching them.

Completing this manoeuvre meant that he was now facing his cousin, below him, and that his ass and dangling balls were directing in Lorel’s face.

Lorel did not hesitate for an instant as she saw Dareios’s immense, muscular rear block out her vision, his massive glutes bulging out behind him. She drove her face underneath his thighs and began licking ferociously at his smooth, melon-sized balls. The filthy teen slut swirled her tongue all over them and slurped one of the bulging nuts into her eager, drooling mouth. Dareios moaned even more intensely as the torpedo-titted minx wetly vacuum-hoovered his swollen teste and inhaled it so that it made almost a thick, thumping THOKKK sound as it plopped between her plump bimbo lips and instantly plugged her gullet. Moaning ecstatically, Lorel then released the warrior’s prodigiously-swollen gonad, laughed warmly as she watched it dangle with the other one, drool plopping off it, and then zeroed in on the alternate one of the pair. The sinuous dexterity of her accomplished, slippery tongue around the silken, smooth sack made Dareios growl even as he pistoned his dick down for another pump and the gorgeous eye-popping slut devoured the other one of his huge nuts.

She spat that one out too – ‘GGRRRROOOOOAAANNNkkkkFuck, I love big balls,’ and groaned lustily. She wrapped her thumb and forefinger around the top of the sack and rubbed both of the heavy balls over her plump, pursed lips. Then, she pushed Dareios’s thighs further apart –

‘Now for a real treat…’