Tharros Cave Orgy 19

Hey studs and sluts, 

Tharros Cave orgy continues. 

Next part of Nexus - Ian meets some of the school's hottest alumni - will be out mid-month

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But Lorel didn’t want him to.

With about a foot of his meany length still lodged inside Lorel’s throat, the super stud began to work for purchase, and started face fucking the bimbo priestess, her previously slender neck obscenely bull-frogging, as his cock was sawed in and out of her hot gullet accompanied by a thick backwash of sticky fluids produced by his own churning balls and Lorel’s seemingly bottomless reserves of slobber.

It was a tug of war between himself and Lorel, whose eyes now focused upon him now that the webbing of his ballsack had fallen off her face, and her gaze was challenging. He cuffed her again, but still she met his gaze. Then she winked.

‘UUUUUUUUGHGHGHGHHGHHHhhhhhhh!!!’

With a final pull, Dareios successfully unsheathed all of his vast stretch of cockmeat from Lorel’s elastic throat.

‘Too much for you, stud?’ Lorel giggled.

She was pelted in the face with a blast of precum that plastered her forehead with a welter of glistening clear fluid, quite a lot of which caromed off the top of her head and scattered onto Damon’s pecs. Lorel pushed her head forwards, spat on Dareios’s bell end, and hollowed out her cheeks once more as she sucked at the pulsing cockhead, and, with Damon finally releasing her from behind, bringing her hands up to began fondling Dareios’s smooth, impossibly swollen balls.

‘Gimme that fucking load.’

‘Fuck you.’

Dareios smacked her in the face with his dick, grabbing the shaft in his hand and thumping it onto her nose, lips, cheeks and chin, while Lorel just giggled and took it. Behind her, Damon whipped his dick from her pussy with a slick sucking sound, and the two men stood over her, precum roping off their absurdly huge cocktips.

Lorel kneeled between them. There was a totally self-assured look in her eyes. Between them, both of her tits was bigger than her waist.

‘Ssooffuccknnnnnbbiigggg…’ Dareios mumbled as both he and Damon mauled her immense fuck globes, one hand in each.

‘Well you had your chance, guys. Now I’m going on top,’ Lorel announced. ‘Damon, lie here and get your dick between these cock-crushers. I’m going to make you guys bust if it’s the last thing I do.’

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‘You can try,’ Damon said, flexing his giant dick, the huge thing casting a shadow over her face in the light of the burning globes.

The glob of precum that dripped off it ended up on the bridge of her nose.

Lorel grinned. She gave him a soft but definitive shove on the thighs and he momentarily lost his balance and fell to flop on the couch behind. He settled his broad, massively hulking frame backwards and propped his elbows behind him to better see what Lorel would come up with, and used his immensely strong pc muscle to lever up his behemoth penis horizontally like a monster vein-ridged flagpole pointing skywards. Lorel fixed him with her smouldering eyes and crawled forwards, pushing past Dareios’s dick, the massive member brushing against her cheek and leaving a strand of precum that briefly linked his cockhead to her face before it pulled taut and then broke off as Lorel continued her sinuous all-fours slink towards Damon and settled between his parted thighs.

Still with a wicked smile on her face, Lorel slurped a thick slobber of saliva out of her mouth, hocked it and then hooped it up so that it arced over the glossy tip of Damon’s obscenely distended member and left a bubbly trail as it glided down the webwork of protruding veins on the glistening shaft. She dug her nails into his bulging thighs and ran them down from groin to knees, feeling the cable-strong bulges of his thighs and quads responding to her strong raking hands. Damon worked the gorgeous blonde fuckdoll’s artfully splattered wad of saliva into his gleaming shaft with his fist, watching as Lorel opened her mouth before him. At that point, the stacked slutty bombshell inclined her head downwards and placed her face underneath the warrior’s groin, and Damon experienced an insanely concentrated and rhapsodic thrill as Lorel began nuzzling his massive pomegranate-sized testes with her plump lips and letting the elastic skin of his smooth ballsack flop all over her face as she did so, looking like pure filth as the sloppy nutsack smeared transparent bubbly goo on her grin.

Even though the strokes of her lusciously soft and dextrously twining tongue on his meaty balls were gently applied, with swirling twists and slurps, the intensity made Damon curl his fists into balls, nails digging into his own flesh, and he began to grimace as his body started to seize up, every muscle in his colossal frame bunching up in tight clench as the teenage sex priestess stimulated his groaning gonads with exquisite skill and unrelenting devotion to the task.

‘Fucking hells of Teitum’s waxing prong…’

He emitted a sharp, shuddering intake of breath as she reached her slenderly muscled, tattooed arm and took hold of him, idly started to toy with the flared head of his cock in her fingers, expertly edging his glans with a slow, expert twisting motion as she gorged on his balls below.

Fuck she was good. She felt as if she barely had hold of his dick but she held his whole body taut. Her grip was practiced and firm. Yet the tighter her fingers gripped the flanges of the hooded head of his monster cock the tighter his own fingers dug into the material of the couch at his sides, and he could see his knuckles whitening with the strain and tension. He was gasping. Muscles twitched in his arms as his biceps corded.

Damon tensed more and more, gritting his teeth harder and closing his eyes as the nimble torsion of Lorel’s corkscrew grip just underneath his bloated crown and her encroaching envelopment of his balls inside her juicy lips made him contort -

‘HHHHHHNNNNNGGGGGGGGG FFFFFFUUUUUUUUUUUUCCCCCCCCCC-‘

Immediately, a plume of precum jetted out of his cock, blasted into the air, shooting way over his head to splatter into the pool behind with a deep ‘SPLOOOOSSHHH.’

‘Fucking whore…’ was all he could say. He gulped, ‘Gaaaah!’

‘MMMmhuh…’ was all Lorel could say in reply, cheek bloated with the capture of one of his throbbing, pulsing testicles. So that he could get a good look, she pulled his vast column of throbbing cockmeat to one side so that his view of her wasn’t obscured by his immense, pulsating tumescence between them. She raised her head and looked at him, arching an eyebrow in a cocky ‘that all you got?’ expression. Damon groaned, swallowed hard and pushed it down as he saw the pulsating bulge puff out her cheek with an obscene protrusion the size of an egg.

‘Mother of Teitum, you’re a slut…’ Damon groaned.

He reached out and massaged his gonad through her cheek. She accepted the massage of his strong fingers for a few second, and then pulled his hand away and slapped her own cheek right on the protruding bulge. Hard and several times.

He threw his head back.

Only then did Lorel let Damon’s urgently throbbing teste plop out of her mouth with a slick, obscene splotching sound, the weighty ball dipping with silvery slobber as it evacuated her maw. Still attached to her chin with several sloppy stringers of saliva, her grin was all the more assured.

‘You are mine, Teitum boy. Girvyn rules here. Though me, fuckbull… AND THESE!!!!!’

Lorel arched her back and hefted her absolutely immense pair of fuck globes in her hands.

Getting as high as she could without exiting from her kneeling posture, the monster-jugged blonde slut used her palms to part the double air bags, two spheres of firm, taught, gleaming golden tanned flesh, and planted them either side of the vein-ridged shaft.

‘All mine, big boy…’

The bulging, basketball-sized inflated flesh blimps completely swallowed the immense prick captured between them.

‘Going down…’

Damon gulped. The whore’s fucking cans were ridiculously huge. They were far, far too big for her toned teenage frame. She was just a walking pair of tits-

And then –

‘UUUUUUUUUUUURRRRRRRRRRGGGGGGHHHHHHHAAAAAAARRRFGGHGHGHGHHHHHHH!!!’

It was as if his dick was sliding into a slick, hot, buttery tunnel and being electrocuted all at the same time. With the humongous dong sheathed between her colossal cans, Lorel smoothly encased Damon’s dick inside a fuck channel of pure pleasure. A nasty, rasping *sticky* squelch accompanied the motion of the stacked bombshell easing her melons on a twenty-inch downwards sweep that sent a pure electric shock of pleasure through Damon in an uncontrollable spasm.

WHHHUMMPP -

When the pair of taut, round knockers smacked against Damon’s groin, his prick unleashed an unbroken beam of steaming hot pre-ejaculatory goo that jetted in a stream from his tortured cocktip in a full five-second gush. Most went way over his head, but the tail caught him on his own forehead. It was hot and thick. He snapped his head back once more.

Lorel craned her neck around the thick, muscular shaft, and looked up at him from where she had planted her bronzed fuck-pillows around the base of his behemoth penis, the huge organ sprouting up from between the teenage slut’s immense torpedo tits.

‘Fucking pig…’ she said, is that all you got?’

‘UUUggghhhh fuckkkkk…’ Damon gasped, looking down at her, his forehead glazed with gluey precum. It didn’t seem possible he had so much of the thick precum inside of him to expunge in one go. How was it possible the teen slut was wringing so much juice out of him? Beading sweat too flushed his brow as he sunk his mighty, toughened hands into the barely-yielding, smooth and rock-hard terrain of Lorel’s basketball-sized tits. He placed his hands over hers, kneading them like dough, even though they were so firm there seemed no way to even momentarily displace their perfect spherical form.

The cockhungry teen was annihilating Damon’s hard dick and there was nothing he could do about it but rigidly squeeze the massive round fuckbags more firmly around the incredibly turgid and lamp-post thick length. His biceps bulged insanely, veins throbbing on them as he grimaced – but he was unable to saw his dick through the pair of glorious orbs, partly because Lorel’s heavy round milkers pinned his groin to the couch, and partly because of the way that his strained undercarriage was almost uncontrollably clenching, his powerful pc muscle torqued to capacity as he fought to keep hold of his load. He felt it fluttering inside him as the cum boiled inside him for release. He was on the verge of exploding.

‘Maybe you should call for reinforcements, honey…’ Lorel suggested.

With another impish cock of her eyebrow, she turned and glanced over her shoulder.

‘Or, you know, Dareios. Maybe he can help ya? I got tits enough for the two of you here. Maybe even… MAYBE too much for *even* you-’

Lorel looked back from Dareios at Damon, confidently caught his gaze, made a little clicking sound in her mouth, and them briskly clenched her pectorals, giving her muscles a little twerk.

‘Ooooops…’

The result was an instant, more intense compression of Damon’s now chronically engorged and relentlessly weeping cock, as the humongous spheres that clutched around his gigantic penile hog clenched even more impossibly tightly around the rock hard length and caused him to relinquish another fat jet of precum that sailed upwards and behind him. There was a splat somewhere, loud, messy, wet.

‘Hey!’ Cassandra called out from behind. ‘Watch the eye balls!’

Someone else giggled.