Tharros Cave orgy 14

Not going to apologise for yet another part of this because I'm putting so much effort into it, it's easily up there with the best things I've written. Moving towards an absolute blowout orgy here with more hypermasculinity and superhuman fucking than ever. 

I have been trying to add to the other stories inbetween, but not in any shape to put out another submission yet, though fingers are crossed for another Nexus soon, hopefully before the end of the month - and check out the additions to the Nun and SFS on chyoa I've been making. 

XXX

‘I’m sure he’s fine,’ Faye said.

Over on the next couch, Cassandra and Jizelle were having a conversation.

‘When do the real men get here?’ Cassandra asked. Jizzelle giggled and cast a glance up at Spillsby.

Faslane’s meaty hand came from nowhere and swatted her in the face.

‘Stupid fucking bitch.’

Cassandra grinned and winked aggressively at him.

‘Oh, you woke up?’

‘Fuck you.’

Faslane backhanded her and then slapped her again. After this and another thrust of his huge rod, she was slightly more compliant.

‘Yehyehyehyehyehyehyeh…’

Faslane slapped her and thrusted, slapped and then thrusted, and every time Cassandra squeezed onto his member with a gorilla grip pussy that made is harder and harder for him to pull out.

‘Come on baby slap me, treat me like a bad whore, come on… come onnnnnnnnNNNNN…’

Cassandra’s massive blimp spheroid bimbo tits were bouncing obscenely and Faslane used his massive hand to swat at them as well as he continued to drive into her. The more he thrusted and slapped, the more she squeezed, the more he felt he was being dragged into the morass of hard female muscle. The striation on the templar’s Amazonian 8-pack was standing out as the sculptured muscles bulged and he could feel every single honed tendon of the templar’s physique straining to match him. The further he tried to pull out, the harder it was to do.

‘Nonononononono baby, come on…’

It was more like she was milking him with her pussy than he was fucking her with his cock.

‘Give it to me…’

With a massive effort of will as well as strength, Faslane bunched his brawny back and pulled his dick all the way from the buxom warrioress, and threaded the whole thing back into her slippery tunnel. Corked by the fucklog, Cassandra squealed in a hyperfeminine way, tits squirting milk in two beading threads that projected past Faslane’s ears, and threw both hands around his broad back, clawing at his muscles.

Next to them, Spillsby and Jizelle were a little more intimate.

The pair were in a very slow, fluid, sensual locking of their bodies with Spillsby grinding only a few inches in and out, conjoined in harmony, their faces inches apart. Every few moments they would kiss each other deeply, and then having parted, Spillsby would drop a sliver of saliva into her mouth, which the blonde tattooed fuckdoll would accept needily. Her brows were furrowed intensely, her body held tight, almost quivering, and her face was compressed in a wordless expression of both longing and fulfilment, eyes locked on his, nodding almost imperceptibly as he filled her.

They were both saying things to each other, but no-one could hear what.

Faslane was in Cassandra for the fuck of his life. Now he sensed he was getting the upper hand on the tattooed slut that was writhing underneath him and was able to pull out the full length of his cock and then stuff it back in to her hot slippery cunt. Cassandra was panting heavily under the strain while he was dripping wet with sweat beading off his overstimulated body. His muscles were tensed to bursting point, thrown right at the limit of his exertions. The veins on his arms were sticking out massively as his mighty body strained to pump more and more blood around to keep his moving and fill his turgid cock. He had given up on conversation and could barely manage to grunt. Sweat dripped off his brow and onto the pair of monster knockers that stuck out of Cassandra’s chest, bouncing up and down as the stacked hardbody grinded against the tortured penis that skewered her. Perfect spheres, they were glistening with sweat and sex.

Faslane’s reverie of pumping was interrupted by Cassandra:

‘Hey stud. Why don’t you dump your load on my face?’

She wasn’t addressing him. Cassandra had turned her face to address Spillsby as he humped into Jizelle.

‘Come on lovebirds, I’m talking to you.’

Spillsby groaned as Jizelle used her pussy to squeeze his dick harder.

‘What about it? For old time’s sake.’

Spillsby groaned once more, remembering the way that Cassandra had taken a special interest him as he had been made in the human signpost outside the cave. He’d had quite a thing for the huge titted warrioress.

‘Fuuuucccckkkk…’

Cassandra extended her tongue whoreishly and waggled it at him.

The delicious slut’s leering appeal finally broke Spillsby’s resolve.

‘You asked for it…’

Jizelle mewled as Spillsby withdrew his shaft from her clutching pussy. It came away from the bloated lips of her drenched sex with a pop and left a gaping hole in the pink ring. Jizelle trembled, teeth bared and lips quivering as she teetered on the brink.

‘Yeah give it to me…’

Spillsby stood and pointed his huge dong at Cassandra, just as Faslane pulled his cock from the templar’s slit.

As Spillsby and Cassandra’s eyes met, the monster-dicked stablehand’s immense fuckstick erupted, the pisshole widening and belching out a stream of heavy white jizz that blasted her with a load that nailed her from the top of her head – tattooed part and hair together - to the bottom of her nose, the wet splat of the thick cream blasting into her eyes and gluing them closed.

Just after that, Faslane twisted his glans to point across at Jizelle, and just after Spillsby’s first rope had contacted against Cassandra’s face, the huge man finally came, and the first thing to happen was that a metre long rope of cum projected from the tip of his pulsating monstercock, crossing diagonally, flying over Cassandra’s extended leg and catching Jizzelle on its downward projection, drawing a line of thick white semen all the way from the top of her head, down her forehead, down her nose, over her mouth and chin and down her neck, bisecting her massively projecting tits.

They were both screaming as every tissue in their monster spunk-cannons convulsed.

The next shot meant they came together.

Spillsby pumped his cock for the first time, just once with his right fist, stroking it up and down, and this elicited another similar sized burst of hot, white cream that jetted from his dick and followed a similar trajectory to the first, Cassandra successfully catching this one full in the mouth as it shot into her face, the gluey rope splattering against her tongue while the gluey tail of the creamy gout spewed from her mouth and chin. Concurrently, Faslane sent a shot that smacked straight into Jizelle’s right eye, pasting it shut and blasting a heavy wad of white syrupy jizz against the side of her nose with a thick line of semen extending downwards, over her lips and straggling in a line from her chin. The tails of both the cum comets smacked against each other in the air, and the collision sent a scattering spray of heavy splattering droplets over the writing, sculptured, tanned bodies of the two stacked babes, a thick pattering of gluey droplets smacking all over their thighs, tits and stomachs detectable.

As soon as the orgasm gripped the two studs, they couldn’t stop jacking their dicks.

‘OFUUUUUUUUUKKKKKK!!!!-’

‘CAN’T STOP CUMMMMMMMMMMMMINNGGGGGGGG!!!!!!-’

Both of the studs were instantly slaves to the convulsing orgasms that ripped through their bodies. Stricken beyond speech, Spillsby and Faslane’s bodies were thrashed with shuddering muscle convulsions. Their teeth were clenched tighter than they’d ever done before, and the throbbing veins on their tumescent monster schlongs sprouted obscenely as blood surged through the organs.

Both were doing the same chronic, cranking rhythm – one heavy tug UP from base to tip, holding and squeezing just under the bulging crown as the spunk gout shot out, and then a quick stroke back down to their roiling groin – and doing this they expelled jet after jet of smooth, thick, sperm rockets that shot through the air in a crossfire pattern and exploded with thumps against the pair of jumbo-knockered sluts.

‘FFFFFFUUUUCCCCCKKKNNNGHGHHGHGHGHGHGHGHH!’

It was a dual cry. Their sweat boiled so that hot curls of STEAM sizzled from their flesh as their spasming cum-cannons pelted the moaning babes, thick ropes of potent white jizz hailing to paint sticky stripes over the pair of humongous tits. Jizelle and Cassandra opened their mouths and stuck their tongues out.

More spurting streams of semen greeted them, long lines that arced out over both of their bodies, tagging their chins, foreheads and hair, many of which streaked right over them to impact onto the couch behind.

And suddenly –

‘What-‘

‘The-‘

‘Fuck?’

They stopped.

Jizelle blinked and Cassandra goggled, levering herself up on her elbows. They looked at each other, then at the studs. The splattering fusillade of semen had relented, and it had been reduced to a sloppy patter of heavy splotches of cum that leaked out of the dual pair of rigid, python fuck-pipes that were pointed at them. These emissions had no projection, and were like the drip from a drainpipe.

More unusual were Spillsby and Faslane. They were like statues, or automata that had wound down. Spillsby’s hand was curled around the base of his dick, Faslane, on his tip-toes stuck in that posture, had his fist just at the apex of where he was cranking his bell-end.

There appeared to be no sentient light or cognitive ability evident in the eyes of the two men. They had gone past the limits of their capacities.

‘Fuck.’

As steam clouded off the bodies of the two immobile men, Cassandra and Jizelle looked at each other, and then instinctively threw their cum-slick bodies into a lesbian scissor, clamping their pussies together in a slippery, squidgy, spunk-slick kiss of labia upon labia and instantly humped each other to a pulsing liquid climax, convulsing slits sending a shuddering squirting orgasm that sprayed from their loins in an exploding conjoined orgasm.

Neither Spillsby or Faslane moved or registered anything, cum still leaking steadily from their cocks, as in front of them the tattooed teen acolyte and the tanned Amazonian writhed against each other while their squirting pussies clasped and each of the mega-titted whores strummed at their clits as their fountaining cunts splattered fluid everywhere.