Tharros Cave Orgy 11

Told you I would have another out before the end of the month...

XXX

‘I'm glad my accommodations please you,’ Girvyn said, turning the staff horizontally and holding it in both hands. ‘Now you must please me. I will leave you to your contest and watch the display from afar. However, before I go, you must commit me one final indulgence. As heroes of my religion, and avatars of lust, excess, filth, and depravity, I bestow upon you my holiest Sacrament. Prepare now to receive the blessing of Girvyn, a blessing that will grant you power, accentuated sensuality and the magnification of your carnal senses such that the royal fucking that you subject each other to will be worthy of a god’s pleasure.’

Girvyn took his hands from the staff, and the instrument remained hovering in the air in front of him. It glowed, and then began to issues sparks. Slowly it began turning on its axis, becoming a spinning wheel of light. The light became intensely reflected in the globes of the walls, and then everything became unbearably bright.

The group were blinking. When their vision came back, Girvyn was gone, and they were looking at each other with renewed appetite.

Something indefinable had changed. For each of the hugely endowed alpha bull cocksmiths and every one of the stacked, horny, super slut nymphos, some kind of shift of perception had activated inside their mind. It was as if they had finally become aware that there was a room in their house that they had never noticed before, and that they were standing in front of it, and sliding an immaculately turned, flush-fitting key into the lock and opening for the first time. Previously, their sexual appetites had been volcanic, profound, insatiable. Now, even that heightened proclivity had been accentuated into a new and revelatory dimension. The difference was clear. They were looking at each other in a new light. They now could only fuck. They were capable of nothing else. No other imperative could deter or dislodge this one fundamental drive.

They all knew instinctively as they were looking at each other's gorgeous bodies, athletic and sleek muscles rippling, sublime, flawless golden flesh, with huge, cunt-crushing cocks sticking out, gargantuan pairs of mountainous and spherical gleaming tits, and round, rolling, jiggling asses everywhere, that to all intents and purposes, they had become machines for fucking, and the only thing that could make them stop would be when they had taken themselves past the limits of their endurance, into oblivion.

They had instinctively formed into two lines, the whores facing off against the studs.

The first thing that the whores did was luxuriate in the possibilities of their bodies.

Instantly, all of the bimbo sluts were practically vibrating with the sensation of the blessing flooding through them. Each of them started to cavort and display themselves in the most sultry and lascivious way it was possible to do, sliding their torsos from side to slide, sliding their hands over their bodies, and making their hips sway lusciously and invitingly.

Lorel put her hands to her waist and felt the sculpted, svelte, taut muscles ripple under her golden flesh. She rolled the rack of chunky muscles lasciviously, feeling it constrict underneath her. There was a delicious warmth emanating from deep inside her, and she slid fingers further down, slick with the lube fluid, and pried apart her labia. The tight pussy was quivering and pink, and her erect clitoris stood out proudly under the slippery clitoral hood.

Galiana and Tamara were already lip-locked and swapping spit as their pink tongues danced nimbly around each other, and the gorgeous sluts were both kneading and stroking the jutting curves of their smooth, gleaming bodies, fingers sliding in the slick covering of the fluid that glinted off their massive tits and globe-like booties in the light. Faye was on her haunches behind Galiana and was tonging the blonde’s asshole as she shook her booty in her face. Lorel found herself between Jizelle and Cassanda on either side of her, the templar and the acolyte extending their tongues to trace them around the nipples of her humongous, protruding hooters, Cassandra fitting her fingers inside Lorel’s searingly hot and squelching honeypot, causing the blonde to clamp her hand down on top of the templar’s searching digits and clasp them as they made her instantly squirt.

‘Fuuuuck…’

‘Fucking whores…’

The men were responding to the delicious parade of female sensuality that was unfolding in front of them, and started jerking their massive dicks. Sliding their hands up and down their greasy, lubed, engorged schlongs, they began to fire off shots of thick, clear, pre-ejaculate all over the seven horny cavorting sluts that were lewdly slurping each other’s tits, assholes, and pussies with roving tongues as they gyrated lasciviously in front of the guys. As the spurts of precum arced out and popped all over their lithe torsos and jutting melons, the massive-titted vixens purred and giggled, licking the transparent ropes of gluey prejizz wherever they happened to land.

‘Oooo yeah, fucking glaze us, studs, I like that…’ Tamara cooed.

‘Come on boys, give me a BIG SPRAY of that HOT GOO, you know you want to…’ Cassandra said, tapping her outstretched tongue.

‘That’s right baby, right on my tits, fucking get me good…’ Faye was saying as her mammoth jugs caught a spray of precum.

‘OOOYYeaaaeh! I’m getting fucking SPLATTERED!’

‘So fucking hot, so fucking sticky…’

‘Are you gonna have enough left to shoot for real, honey?’

‘If we’re making these guys pop like that from all over there, you’re not going to last long in this sweet little pussy…’

‘Fucking SLUTS!!!!’ Damon shouted, sending a gout of sticky pre-spunk that squirted in a beam that splattered all over Tamara’s ass, the giggling brunette twerking her rounded booty in a jiggling motion as the stud’s hot issue dripped from the rounded globe of smooth assmeat.

‘I’m gonna mess you up, whore!’ Pontus declared, aiming a blast from his obscenely distended member at Cassandra’s face and nailing her in the eyeball from ten feet away – ‘Promises promises…’ the templar declared, her face wincing as the hot fluid impacted into her smiling face before running in a dribble down her cheeks and nose, ‘more likely we’ll have to scrape you off the ceiling after two minutes.’

‘Yeah,’ Lorel cut in, ‘don’t tell me YOU’RE going to last long enough to satisfy this fucking sex-goddess,’ She was eyeing the way that Pontus was twisting his fist around his glans that was jutting up near his chest before flicking the palm of his hand against the rounded cock tip and using its rigidity to send it bouncing down to his groin and back up.

Then there was the drumbeat.

The two warriors were stood side by side, their arms hanging alongside the powerful torsos in a posture of relaxed potency. Each of them was using their powerful groinal muscles to lever up their immense shafts every other second, so that the bulbous purple tips of the brawny flesh pistons were hammering against their pecs. The thudding sound of the impact sent a resonant booming through their powerful, muscular frames, and syncopated together, the two of them were sounding out a powerful and ominous drumbeat.

ONE – TWO - ONE - TWO – ONE – TWO -

Exhilarated by the display and intoxicated by the thudding of the flesh obelisks against the broad, masculine chests, the seven whores found themselves pumping their bodies to the beat, and the group of hypersexual vixens adapted the movements to fit the rhythm dictated by the regular hammering of the warriors so that the sway of their luscious hips, the popping of the shapely glutes of their round, smooth, gleaming booty cheeks and the thrusting and juggling of their jutting, glistening monster melons was like a lewd and sensual dance.

‘Come on then, give us that DICK… boys…’ Lorel teased.

The stacked blond was first to signal to the others that she was ready, and went to the longest one of the couches, positioning herself in the centre.

Mounting it in a stripper squat with her bubble butt pointed to them, Lorel’s hands began sliding down her amazing body, her fingers clasping at her monumental, protruding pair of globe-like tits, before moving down to her rock-hard midriff. Knowing that she had got everyone’s attention, the blonde then leaned forward so she was on all fours, and looked over her shoulder, licking her puffed-up bimbo lips while salaciously twerking her ass one plump, juicy rump cheek at a time, back and forth, one then the other in a rhythm that matched the beating of the giant cocks. As the other girls joined her on the plush couch, Lorel opened her mouth and waggled her tongue at the line of studs, precum shooting out in beams all over her, as her bubble-butt cheeks met each other and clapped.

The other six girls arrayed themselves on their backs and spread their legs like whores.

‘Come on baby, I’ve got what you need right here…’

‘You’re not going to last two seconds in this sweet pussy, come and give it a try…’

‘Ignore these other whores babe, bring me those fat fucking twenty inches, I wanna take you all at once, you want to double vag and double anal me?’

‘You want to split me in two? See if you can try, honey, ‘cause I’m going to make you bust your balls through your pisshole first…’

‘Feed me that monster meat baby…’

Galiana was slapping her pussy with her legs splayed and Tamara next to her was spreading the lips of her sopping, velvety cooch, while Faye was sitting up and juggling her monster tits, sticking them out at the studs. Cassandra and Jizzelle shared a kiss as all the stacked mega babes competed to lure the big-dicked competitors towards them.

‘You won’t be able to take a cock this big,’ said Pontus, surging towards Cassandra, slapping his dick up and down one more time to make the veiny tube spring up and down and unleash a jet of pre spunk that spattered against her taut, chunky abs. The monster-jugged templar giggled as she detached her plump lips from Jizzelle’s and slowly, with expert tensile control, kicked her muscular legs upwards and wide in a V-shape. At the same time, Faslane barrelled towards Galiana, his rounded dick like a missile heading straight for her drenched slit. Spillsby headed quickly for Jizzelle, who laid back and looked up at him as the gargantuan fucklog that he was sporting, leaking sloppy ropes of precum on her body came towards her.

‘Go on - stick that pulsating piece of meat in and give it your best shot,’ Jizzelle said, ‘This won't take long…’

Spillsby thrust his hips forward to make his point. Giselle hooked her legs back by her shoulders as she looked up the mega-schlonged stable hand and Spillsby planted his balls against her slick pussy and placed his meaty shaft along her ripped, rippling abs and all the way up her upper torso, the round head prodding between her bulging, gargantuan, spherical melons until the blunt pushed its way through them until the tip rested flush against her slutty lips.

'I'm going to fucking break you,' Spillsby said, though the way that Jizelle's teasing and taunting eyes responded cockily to his contention convinced nobody that he was going to have it all his own way. A Splatter of pre-ejac spewed from his cock tip and spread everywhere in her horny, lust-contorted face before Spillsby pulled the pulsing flesh column back down her torso even as the horny whore extended her tongue to lick at it, a silvery band of the gluey fluid connecting her chin to it and elastically extending as he withdrew the huge tool. Making it perfectly clear that his tumescent flesh column was exactly the same length of her torso and neck - ‘gonna split you’ - Spillsby pushed the crown of his mega meat pole against her quim and slid forwards, delving into the blonde acolyte’s pussy.

‘OOOOOOOOOOOOOAAAAAAAUUUUUUGHHGHGHGHNNNNNNNNNNNNGNGNGHHGHGHGHGHGHGHGHGHGHGHGHGHGHGHGFFFUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUKKKKKKK!!!’

Spillsby’s exclamation made everyone stop what they were doing no matter how close they were to dipping their own monster-sized wicks themselves. The cry echoed around the cube.

Everyone turned and looked.

Pontus, who was just about to plunge his goliath cock into Cassandra’s slippery pussy.

Faslane, who was tipping his cockend up and down with his pc muscle so that it was slapping hard in downward pivots against Galiana’s tight hole, making a squelching sound every time it contacted against her soaked cooch, the burly man with four upturned fingers already buried inside Tamara and Faye’s steaming honeypots on either side of him, Galiana in the middle of the trio of buxom whores.

Damon and Dareios, who were on both ends of Lorel, and were about to give her a spit roasting for the ages.

Everyone stopped.

‘OOoOOOOoooooooGHGHGHGHGghhhhhghghghhHhhhhhh!’

Spillsby sounded unusual.

‘What the fuck?’ Galiana said.

Spillsby’s eyes were crossed. His face was a rictus grimace. Every sinew of his body was strained in a massive contortion. He was perfectly still, after the second cry had rung out.

It was not like the other times he had used his beastcock on any of the other sluts before.

The sensation of sliding his engorged fuck tube up Jizzelle’s pussy was like sheathing his member in a glove of pure pleasure. Pleasure so overwhelming, a moist, burning, melting paroxysm of pure delight that his powerful groinal undercarriage seized up inside of him like a clock about to strike, and his balls swelled in the expectation of an imminent sperm discharge.

The cry he released was him fighting against overwhelming stimulation not to release his load in that one instant. His whole body shuddered and seized up as he teetered on the precipice. Only when thoroughly hilted, dick smashed fully into Jizzelle’s slick tunnel, did he dare take another breath. He was fighting every molecule of his body not to surrender his orgasm to the first thrust into the stacked blonde whore’s luscious cunt.

Jizzelle watched him closely, eyes ablaze with power, control, wonderment and carnivorous lust.

‘Let go baby,’ she said, ‘just let go.’ She nodded, ‘it’s ok if you can’t take it. Gimme that cum.’

There was a moment. Spillsby looked down at her, his sweaty hair flopping down his brow as he unclenched his teeth.

‘Fuck you, whore.’

‘I wish you would…’ Jizzelle held her nails up to her face and assessed them performatively, pantomiming uninterest, ‘it doesn’t seem like you actually can.’

Spillsby grimaced and swallowed. There was a slick sound.

‘Fucking little slut…’

Finally conquering the impulse that had greeted his first thrust, Spillsby was satisfied that he wasn’t going to bust. Slowly, along with a wet squelching sound, and inch by inch, he retracted his bull penis from the blonde’s sopping pussy, the tight constrictions of her tunnel clutching at him every particle of the way.

‘FUCK!’

Spillsby threw his head back. That one pass of his hips had contained more powerful and electric orgasmic sensation than anything he had ever encountered put together.

Everything about Jizzelle’s fuck tunnel was an inducement to relent, release, redecorate her insides with boiling cum, and yet he had lasted out. Even now, his body still on the precipice of orgasm, the head of his dick lodged in the gorgeous whore’s pussy, her monster tits thrusting beneath him, every sensation cried out at him to let go.

But he did not let go.

Eyes flaring, he hunched his shoulders and shoved his meatstick into Jizzelle with a thick, hard thrust.

‘NNNNNNNNNNghGHGHH!’

But he did not cum.

Before, he had enjoyed the power and control of his monster dong.

Now, every passing second required absolute control of will, muscle, blood and sinew not to give in.

It was in charge of him.

He pulled out.

It was as if the air had been let out of Jizzelle. She gasped, deflated.

‘Put it back in.’

Spillsby’s shoulders hunched.

‘Motherfucker, I said put it back IN!!!’

Spillsby caught her expression – a mix of things: fear, confusion, lust, at once total determination and a complete lack of control.

She threw her hands round Spillsby’s neck and clasped it hard.

‘PUT IT BACK IN YOU FUCKING PIECE OF SHIT!’

When Spillsby once again hilted the twenty inches of solid muscle arm thick cum cannon inside the babe, it was now Jizzelle’s turn to fight the orgasm that was mounting inside her.

She bit her lip, hard.

‘Fuckkkkkkkkkkkkkkkk…’

Everyone thought the teenage acolyte was going to scream. But she didn’t. Instead, the word came out of her in a little squeak. Her face was contorted. The muscles on her slender arms, grasping Spillsby’s neck, were bulging. Droplets of milk beaded on her tits. Her abs corded.

It seemed like she was going to cum, and then –

‘Aaaaahhhhhh…’

Jizzelle exercised a measure of control by flexing her legs. They blossomed up either side of her like the blooming of a beautiful flower. She sighed.

‘Not going to be that easy…’

Spillsby shuddered as he pulled out. Two thrusts and each of them were fighting excesses they had never dreamed they would experience, and at the same time, giving and extracting erotic power and orgasmic power to and from the other one.

Jizzelle grinned.

Everyone finally got the message.