Tharros Cave Orgy 18!

Here we go studs and sluts! 

End of the month submission - more cave orgy!

Looking good for yet another 3 submissions next month including an update to Nexus - Ian entertains the ex-students and Demi Pump goes on her rounds!

XXX

In the pool, Faye had smoothed her hair back over her head using the lube, and Pontus was now behind her, his huge hands squeezing and caressing her glistening, monumental fuck globes. Kneading them in his fingers, the massive round orbs barely losing their spheroid form as he mauled them, the burly man found he could ease beads of milk from her nipples, and that with the gentle application of pressure, he could make the blonde vixen’s monster milk cans lactate. The twin jets of white fluid plopped into the pool with a splosh.

‘Come on boy, get on that…’ Faye encouraged, as Pontus played with her nipples, running his fingers over the engorged buds. Her voice became solicitous and husky, not the brassy fuck-bomb that had been screaming obscenities at him in the heat of lust, but quiet and urgent, almost needful as she squirmed under his touch.

‘Don’t let it go to waste…’

Faye craned her neck to the side and tilted her head upwards, allowing Pontus to give her a lustful, tongue-twining kiss as his manipulation of her erect nipples brought another twin squirt of milk that jetted from her tits, the gush sending a thrill through her body. It was electric – perhaps some combination of Girvyn’s blessing and being situated in the lube pool. It was almost as if currents of some type were shooting through her, magnifying her sensual potentiality.

‘There’s lots for everyone – Ooop!’

At this, Faye caught everyone’s attention with yet another boob-flex and hump of her massive set of hooters. This time the pair of jets shot up and over the lip of the pool, coursing out in white sprays to smack wetly onto Faslane’s hanging dong, where they dripped slowly down the web of thick veins that crisscrossed the surface of the hulking organ to rope off his cockend, drip after drip.

Pontus gripped Faye’s luscious hips and span her around, so that the delicate nubs of her nipples raked deliciously across his chunky cobblestone abdominal muscles as she turned, and the enormous twin mounds of her bulging, projecting fuck globes then prodded into his chest, not losing any of their rounded form as they squished against his hulking frame. With his vast penile monolith jutting out just over her right hip, Pontus clasped Faye by the waist in his meaty hands, his grip slick in the slippery lubricant that coated her curvy body. Inclining his head downwards, he slowly ran his hands up her sides until they contacted against the outer swell of immense balloon tits, before threading both of nipples between his thumb and forefinger. Gently, the applied his lips to her right tit and firmly squeezed the squishy globe. Faye gasped, feeling a pop as her fuck globe expressed a squirt of milk into Pontus's mouth, the huge man suckling at her orb, drawing the creamy fluid straight from the source. In no particular hurry, he swapped to her left breast and sucked that also.

A massive jet of precum whooshed out of his dick in a gout that squirted over the pool and plastered Galiana on the ass.

‘EEEEk!’

Galiana had been transfixed on the display on the rostrum as the trio kept fucking, the two warriors at the point where it looked as if they were attempting to compress Lorel's voluptuous body into something that could be squeezed into a handbag. However, after being pelted by the thick sluice of hot ejaculate all over her ass, she turned to see the way that Pontus was gently feeding from Faye's huge tits.

‘That’s it baby, you drink up,’ Faye was saying as she stroked Pontus’s broad back, ‘gonna need all your strength for the next round.’

Pontus inclined his head back upwards and engaged Faye in another deep, tongue filled kiss, the huge man content for the moment to divide his time between sucking the milk from her monster boobs and suck on her tongue. She was slobbering hungrily into her mouth as he mauled her jutting cans.

For a while, Galiana’s attention was divided between the superhuman display of debauched spit-roasting of Lorel on the dual pair of fleshy, engorged hogs sported by the pair of warriors of Teitum, and between Faye and Pontus as they cavorted in the pool.

Up on the rostrum, Damon began to feel the torrential outpour of Lorel’s pussy juice began to pool around his feet as she was being subjected to a rapid-fire series of orgasms from the presence of the ultra-hung studs’ cocks in her throat and her cunt. Dareios began drawing his horsecock up from her hot gullet as Damon relinquished his fishhooking of her face, instead catching her arms from behind in his strong fists and pulling her torso upwards so that her back became arched, arms locked straight behind her in his vice grip to match the rictus clench of his teeth as her clutching cunt clasped his intensely throbbing rockhard fuck club. Still he subjected her to a frenzied reaming, every calorie of effort, even as his breath was coming in ragged gasps, focused into a never-ending jackhammering of butt-bursting strokes that made her bubble-booty bobble, the taut flesh of her asscheeks glimmering in sweat,

Lorel’s eyes watered, as, now suspended from behind as Damon held her and subjected her pulsating pussy to a torrent of pulverising thrusts, hilted fully inside of her, and only entrenching about a foot of cunt hammer into her stretched honeypot that made for a faster and more frenzied series of smacking strokes, Dareios now began dragging the ginormous fist-sized head of his cock all the way back up through her throat, the huge-dicked stud almost positive that his cock was being suckingly retrieved from where it had been buried from her lungs, because as he did, he felt all her air leave as another heart pounding orgasm slammed through her body. Damon’s groin took another drenching splatter as her sloppy quim discharged another spewing spray of jets, her thighs shaking convulsively at her squirting ejaculation.

‘Fucking stupid bitch.’

She was making backward, wrenching, stomach-gargling reversing sounds.

‘Shut up, you bitch…’

Dareios gave Lorel a few front and backhand slaps across the face, and then reached down to grab hold of his elastically dangling scrotal sack. Clutching it, he twirled his balls around, and using the round, hard, melon-like testes like a rudimentary hunting weapon, was able to arc them around sufficiently so that they landed with a hard THWACK into Lorel’s beleaguered face. Again and again Dareios smacked the tattooed blonde hardbody with his testicles, mainly bashing them against her chin and cheek, dislodging most of the slobber beard that had accumulated on her chin and then with a final flourish swivelling both of them over the top, vein-branched ridge of his member and shoving both of them over her eyes, holding them there. The rubbery flesh of his ballsack stretched so far that he could even plant it flush over her forehead for a while, so that when he looked down at Lorel her face was completely covered in the spongey texture of his smooth gonadal sac, before he continued the work of withdrawing his monster dick from her obscenely crammed maw.

‘All very well getting twenty-six inches in there, another thing ENTIRELY to have to get it out…’ was Tamara’s comment.

The stacked brunette priestess had not taken her eyes from the spectacle, even as she dipped a toe in the shimmering lube pool behind her, and slowly, experimentally, lowered it in, before allowing the rest of her body to ease into the slippery liquid.

‘Mmmmmmm…’

Enjoying the oily texture of the liquid, and feeling it tingle against her body, Tamara propped herself up with her elbows on the side, her body submerged in lube, and still continued to view the way that Damon and Dareios maintained their dual carnal assault on Lorel.

Above her head, on either side, Spillsby and Faslane’s giant, blunt, flaccid appendages lolled like elephant trunks. The men were utterly spent, and their prodigious, hulking cum tubes were leaking spunk out of their pissholes onto the floor, the big hanging hogs dangling between their legs.

‘Give me your dicks…’ Tamara said.

Both men were happy to oblige, and from her position, Tamara propped Faslane’s heavy cockhead on top of her head while she suckled Spillsby’s bloated bell-end in her mouth.

‘Break that bitch, baby!’ hooted Galiana, grinning as Dareios set about Lorel with his swinging ballsack, ‘more for us!’

‘Whoa!’ Galiana suddenly heard Faye say behind her, ‘steady boy!’

Galiana tore her eyes away from Lorel’s brutal skullfucking to see that Pontus had planted his mammoth fuck-club between Faye’s gigantic pair of torpedo tits. Faye was squeezing the glinting pair of melons around the thick tube, the vast log and the gleaming melons glistening with lube that was roping in shimmering coils off their bronzed flesh. Every hump of Pontus’ big meat log as it squished slickly between the spherical cans brought a squirt of milk out of the blonde vixen’s nipples, almost as if he was pumping it out of her, and Faye used her cupped palms to direct her globes upwards so that the squirts were directed into the huge man’s mouth, even as the monstrous organ ploughed between her tits. Pontus gulped and swallowed as much as he could, and the more he swallowed, the more he felt his dick grown even harder and more potent, so that precum was freely popping in jets over Faye’s already lube-coated face.

Up on the rostrum, Dareios was doing his absolute level best. Part of him was determined to lay pipe like he never had before in a testament to his devotion to the stentorian male-dominant and hypermasculine cult of Teitum – and what better place than the holiest of holies dedicated to Girvyn? Yet the other part of him was clearly invigorated with a superhuman capacity to fuck that had been bestowed by none other than Girvyn himself. However, what was now becoming clear was that Girvyn’s blessing wasn’t merely the ability to endure, to fuck with stamina, power, or dominance, as Teitum’s might have been; rather, it was a sensory overcapacity, an overload, an agonising imbalance of erotic uncertainty that made every thrust of his cock a struggle against total ball-bursting climax, that made every bulging vein and inflated ridge of tissue on his absurdly and obscenely inflated penis electrically sensitive, that made every muscle in his body absurdly stiff and hypertrophied, all of which, in itself, brought an overall overabundance of stimulation to all of his senses – so much so that his huge body was lathered in a glistening sheen of sweat, and rope after rope after rope of precum was bursting out of the tip of his cock, deposited deep inside Lorel’s bombshell bimbo body that was stretching and flexing between himself and his cousin.

How Lorel was taking what he and Damon were dishing out he wasn’t sure. For one thing, he was certain that he had felt Damon’s cockhead hammering against the round tip of his own fuck club inside the hardbody slut’s torso, and even now, while he was withdrawing his cunthammer from inside her throat, he could see Damon’s bell-end appearing rhythmically from inside her, as the outline of the blunt, fist-sized tip could be seen thumping from inbetween her rock hard, sculptured abs, the domed head producing a mound in her otherwise ripped, flat belly.

It was taking everything he had not just to let go and dump his load deep in Lorel’s stomach. Behind her, Damon caught his eye briefly and the both of them exchanged a look over the blonde slut’s writhing back and swirling cascade of blonde hair. This was not like any fucking they had done before. By rights she should have been pulverised. Damon was suspended on the edge, every thrust of his dick as if it was sliding into warm butter, and Dareios’s overstimulated dick was constricted and compressed inside Lorel’s slippery gullet.

He had to pull out.

But Lorel didn’t want him to.