New (Old) material redux

Hi studs and sluts,

Sorry for the hiatus, once again I've been a bit ill. 

Will get the next major Pump out before the end of the month!

This follow straight on from the last one

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Satisfied that she had licked up virtually all of the mixture of her and  Tanya’s saliva that had accumulated around Zeke’s pair of large balls,  Anya clasped hold of the heavy scrotum with her slender fingers, and  pressed softly around it.
This light pressure on his testicles caused Zeke to crow hoarsely, the  hulking man leaning backwards and holding out his thick arms to place  his right hand on Tanya’s head, forcibly urging her to bob her head up  and down the thick length of his cock with even higher intensity than  she had previously demonstrated.

Anya had no idea if Zeke was addressing her or Tanya when he hissed “Go  on, bitch!” but she spent little thought on that, the horny blonde  instead focusing on rubbing her soft, lush lips over the black stud’s  balls, soon making his heavy nut-sack glisten with the wetness of her  saliva.

Lara, meanwhile, had placed her hands against the sides of her bountiful  breasts, helping Vic to squeeze them even tighter around his thick  member.
Each time that the bulging tip of the small man’s cock speared forth  from between her heavy tits, Lara would lap at it with her tongue,  flickering it against Vic’s pisshole.
This caused even further shuddering and groaning from the short man, and  it was becoming apparent to Lara that her tits and her tongue were soon  going to cause Vic to shoot his load all over her.

Erin shifted her gaze from the sight of Anya licking Zeke’s balls while  Tanya’s head was roughly speared up and down the top-half of the  muscular black’s thick cock, to that of Vic standing over Lara with his  mouth open and his ass jiggling back and forth as he tit-fucked the  voluptuous vixen’s magnificent bosom to that of Sebastian on his back on  the floor, moaning and panting as Erin expertly milked his cock with  her hand, rubbing her thumb over his urethra while using the rest of her  fingers to press and caress the sensitive head of his penis.

By now, Anya had leaned in between Zeke’s powerful thighs, and was  running her tongue up along the insides of his ass-crack, the fit  heroine having shifted her weight so that her firm, round tits were  pressed against and around the hard muscles on his leg, the erect nipple  of her right tit digging into his rough skin.

“Oh fuck! This bitch is milking me dry!” Vic suddenly shrieked, and  pulled his cock up and out from between Lara’s glorious tits, the thin,  wiry man soon straddling over her so that his cock was now pressed over  her flawless face.

Using her hands to seize hold of Vic’s cock, which was far from the  gargantuan qualities that both Zeke’s and Sebastian’s members possessed,  but which still was more than in proportion with the rest of his rather  modest frame, Lara parted her glossy lips, and slipped the head of his  cock into her waiting mouth.
On the verge of climax already, Vic didn’t need more than a few seconds  of Lara treating his cock-head as a lollipop before feeling his sperm  being released from his obscenely pulsating balls.

Holding the tip of Vic’s cock inside of her mouth, letting the thick  ropes of his sperm being sprayed into it, Lara at the same time rolled  her right hand over the trunk of his richly veined member, eagerly  milking him for every drop of his cumshot.
That cumshot turned out to be quite ample in quantity, and soon thin  streams of milky-white jizz appeared at the sides of Lara’s mouth, soon  streaming down over the smooth skin on her cheeks before continuing down  over her throat.

In an attempt to offer some release to her by now bulging cheeks, Lara  opened her mouth and allowed Vic to slip his large dick out of her  cum-filled mouth, the blonde minx spattering out small gobs of his jizz  while at the same time greedily swallowing the remaining portion of it.
Watching the busty slut on her back beneath him consume the products of  his climax, Vic began to circle the crown of his cock against her  already jizz-stained lips.
Flickering out her tongue of her mouth, Lara teased her own nipples  while Vic took the opportunity to softly jounce the business-end of his  spent tool against her tongue.


Erin, having watched Lara’s impressive handling of Vic’s ejaculation  with consistently growing arousal, finally got down on her knees next to  Sebastian’s waist and, while still holding her gun in one hand, shifted  the glans of his member so that it was aimed against the generous swell  of her breasts, rhythmically pumping her other hand up and down the  length of his cock, which’s girth was probably near that of her wrist,  if not wider still.
Lowering her head down until her mouth was just above the glistening tip  of Sebastian’s massive penis, Erin then reached out to tap the bulbous  head with her wet tongue, something which caused her involuntary  fuck-toy to yet again groan lustfully.


Zeke, his mind blown by the sensation of having two such prime-grade  girls as Tanya and Anya attend to his cock; Tanya circling her tongue  all over his shaft while her mouth was elevated up and down its thick  trunk and Anya alternating between suckling his copious balls and  licking his ass-crack, was starting to feel as if he was soon to follow  in his smaller partner’s footsteps.
“Line up, you sluts!” The massive stud cried out, “I’m gonna…oh!” Zeke’s  jaw dropped as the first jet of his cum suddenly surged forth to hit  the back of Tanya’s throat.

Slipping the massive cock out of her mouth in the same speedy fashion as  Anya exited her head from Zeke’s massive ball-sack; Tanya held the  turgid cum-tube steadily, crowding with Anya for space in front of it.

It was quickly made apparent that Zeke’s ejaculation was of such a size  that the girls didn’t need to worry about it running out, and they  opened their mouths wide as more and more of his salty spunk was sprayed  onto their faces.

Panting for air while sweat rolled down his forehead and over his broad  chest, Zeke pressed his cock downwards, Tanya’s hands giving way for the  pressure from above, and allowed the rest of his load to be splattered  against the girls’ impressive busts, more ropes of cum mixing with the  large quantities of Sebastian’s cum that was already present on them.

As the torrent of semen subsided, Anya and Tanya faced each other and  engaged in a wet, sloppy kiss, their hands rubbing the cum over each  other’s nubile bodies, rich strands of the thick fluid being evenly  administered over their tits and stomachs.


Sebastian was now not far from climaxing, Erin still rolling her hand over his cock.
“That’s right stud, let me taste some of that cum of yours…” Erin teased  him, “Yeah, a big cock and some nicely shaped muscles, that’s all you  got. But hells and bells, that’s still plenty!”

Despite what she had just said, Erin seemed intent on keeping Sebastian  on the verge of orgasm for quite some time, shifting the pace and method  of how she jerked him off ever so often so as to keep him from  surrendering one of his large loads.
Grinning wolfishly at him and teasing him, Erin was surprised when  Sebastian suddenly pulled one of his arms out from under him, blood now  trickling down his wrist, and her jaw dropped as she watched motionless  how his fist approached her face.

Sebastian had caught Erin with surprise, but she still had his cock in a  firm grip, and the fact that his punch sent her reeling away from him  also meant that his member was twisted in a less than pleasurable  manner. Both of them were thus out of the fight before the other people  in the room even noticed what was going on.

Lara, whose hands had been released by a lustful Vic before he began  tit-fucking her, had quickly noticed the commotion on the floor and now  took the chance to grab the skinny man's flaccid cock in a less then  gentle grip, forcing him to release a shrill wailing noise, and balled  up her other hand and sent it knuckles first into his abdomen, hitting  him just under his ribcage.

"What the fuck are you bitches doin'?" Zeke screamed out, still standing  in front of Tanya and Anya. Before the surprised and enraged semi-giant  had had a chance to manifest his anger through some form of blunt,  highly unpleasant violence, Tanya had stuck her hand in under her  pillow, and when her hand came flying back out from under it, it was  holding what looked to a long, thick club made from some glossy black  material.

Anya meanwhile jumped on the opportunity to help Tanya in taking down  Zeke, and did so by jabbing her clenched fist directly into his scrotum.  It wasn't exactly a hard blow, but the sensitivity of the area being  stricked was enough to make Zeke's muscles go limp and a deep sigh to be  produced as his lungs emptied themselves of air.

This set Zeke up perfectly for being struck by Tanya, who swung the club  through the air until it made contact with his left temple.

The entire house shook when the roughly three-hundred pounds of muscles  and meanness that Zeke was composed of hit the floor in a most  uncontrolled fashion.

Screaming out in anger, Tanya leapt onto Zeke, straddling him, and began to whack at him with the club.

Lara had now left the bed and were charging the few feet's from her  position to that of Erin and Sebastian, both of whom were looking pretty  taken from their brief struggle. Without any apparent concerns for her  own safety, Lara tackled Erin and drove the other woman before her until  they both slammed into the wall, with Erin absorbing most of the  impact.

Staggering up to Vic, who was struggling to breathe after the punch  which Lara had given him, Anya aimed and then sent a haymaker his way,  which resulted in her knuckles being scraped and his lips bursting.

With their side now holding the advantage, Anya and her friends didn't  need much time before all three of their captors had been beaten down  properly, and Anya managed to find some more of the the plastic string  which Erin had brought along.

It was she and Tanya who carried out the task of trussing up Erin and  her two partners to the point where they began to resemble mummies,  while Lara instead dropped down by Sebastian's side and made sure that  he wasn't hurt.

"Poor baby," Lara soothed Sebastian, who seemed to have used a  protruding nail in the floorboard below to saw through the string around  his wrists, having freed but bloodied them in the process. It wasn't a  deep wound, and he was fortunate that the artery hadn't been pierced.
Lara was however more concerned with Sebastian's semi-hard cock, and  seemed intent on kissing the pain away. Grunting as he laid on the  floor, Sebastian could feel Lara's tongue lapping over the fat tip of  his cockhead, the fabulous blonde licking up his pre-cum as if it was  some heavenly nectar.

Meanwhile, Anya and Tanya had finished tying down their adversaries,  with Anya giving Erin a kick in the side as a special "thank you" for  her betrayal. Since she was at this point barely conscious, a moan of  pain was all the reaction that Erin addressed towards the kick.

It was only now that Anya got a better look at the club which Tanya had  employed during the fight; about a foot long and almost to thick for the  brunette to get her hand around it, the club was rather phallic in its  shape, and it didn't have anything in the way of a proper handle in  which one could hold it.

"Why do you keep a weapon under your pillow?" Anya asked, and was  surprised when Tanya reacted to her question with a naughty giggle.
"It's not exactly a weapon," Tanya explained, and then demonstrated the  club's proper use by grabbing it and placing it against her wet sex.

The penny now dropped for Anya as to the nature of the "club", particularly when Tanya began to push it into her twat.

Knowing that Tanya possessed a strong exhibitionist streak, the saucy  brunette had both told her about it and demonstrated it to her, and also  being well aware of the fact that she probably wouldn't be able to  watch Tanya fuck herself with the fake-cock for long before joining in,  Anya managed to put a halt to the other woman's activities before she  got too carried away.

Lara and Sebastian were hardly going to help out much in what they had  to now, so it was up to her and Tanya to take care of the  practicalities.

"So, what are you going to do now?" Anya asked Tanya as they gathered up the weapons of their defeated foes.
"I don't know," Tanya admitted, "it doesn't feel like a vote of confidence when your boss tries to sell you of as a slave."
"Well," Anya began, about to lead the conversation to just where she had  intended it when she started, "Erin was supposed to travel to the  Lighted City with us, I secured a spot for her on Crookes' ship." Tanya  had been present when Anya struck the deal with Crookes, but Anya felt  that it couldn't hurt to remind Tanya of that.
"She was one of the women?" Tanya asked, and the broke out into a wide, happy smile, "I've never been to the Lighted City..."

While Anya carried out the easy task of convincing Tanya to travel with  them, Lara was busy bobbing her head up and down the length of  Sebastian's cock, the super-buxom blonde deepthroating him with a  fervour that defied logic, one of her hands fondling his supremely sized  ballsack.

No man could have remained unaffected by such an attack for long, and  Sebastian's ballsack was soon throbbing in such a vigorous fashion that  ejaculation seemed only a few seconds away.

Nimbly exiting the massive log of veined man-meat from her mouth, Lara  gave it a few deep strokes while aiming its head directly at her face.

Her attention being caught by what was to happen, Anya could swear that  she heard Lara release a girlish giggle somewhere under the loud  splashing noise of a quart of cum hitting her face in one gargantuan  blast.

With her face now obscured by a shimmering mask of jizz, Lara aimed  Sebastian's cock against her tits, and allowed the rest of his  considerable cumshot to be splattered all over the two huge, flawless  orbs of firm flesh.

"There," Lara's voice sounded chirp and cheerful as the torrent of cum  finally subsided, leaving her looking as if she had just tipped out a  bucket-worth of cream over her head, "all better?"

Fatigued, all Sebastian could do in response was to sport a weak smile and giving Lara an equally weak nod.

Helping Sebastian to his feet, the three minxes guided him over to Tanya's bed, and gently placed him on top of it.

Now in possession of a small arsenal, Zeke's and Vic's revolvers being  added to their collection of two pistols, a shotgun, Anya's sword, and a  few knives. Now it was time to help Tanya pack, and to replace Lara's  shredded outfit. Luckily, Lara and Tanya were built much the same way  (which was a blessing in more than just a strictly practical manner,  Anya thought).

Tanya had a rather impressive wardrobe, Anya discovered, but it  contained extraordinarily little in the form of trousers or sweaters.  Apart from a few coats and cloaks, the entire wardrobe was made up from  various tiny garments; spaghetti-strap thongs, skin-tight boobtubes,  minuscule bras and skirts so small that Anya at first mistook them for  belts.

After supplying herself with a few skimpy black thongs, a pair of zipped  hotpants in black lycra, a few boobtubes and bras, Lara also crabbed a  cloak. Except for the cloak, all of Lara's new clothes, and her old  shirt, was tucked into a cloth-bag.

A beaten old leather case was filled with more fake cocks, of which  Tanya had a very large supply, including one which was shaped like a u  and looked as if it would have stretched well past the two-feet mark if  straightened, plus stringed beads and a lot of other objects of a  vaguely sexual nature.

Like Lara, Anya ceased the opportunity to expand her wardrobe by picking  a few items from Tanya's, while the brunette was also packing a bag  full with various skimpy garments.

Sebastian was given a cigarette and a tin cup half-filled with brownish  booze, which served to knock him back into full consciousness, although  his eyes bulged for a bit and he was forced to cough out the smoke.

Realizing that they shouldn't draw more attention towards than what was  strictly necessary, the three women now wiped their faces clean,  although Lara didn't follow the others' example in cleaning up the rest  of her.

Instead, Lara strapped her belt across her naked waist, checked the straps of her platforms, and donned the cloak.

"You're going to walk around like that?" Anya asked Lara as the latter  closed the cloak over her cum-doused body. Lara flashed her a wicked  smile and nodded her head.
"Good idea," Tanya said in complement, "stupid of me not to think of it."
Anya put on a brown duster, and Tanya a thinner black coat, while Sebastian put his clothes back on.

After shredding their enemies clothes and using some of the ruined  garments as gags to keep them from calling for help, Anya gazed at the  still groggy Erin without any trace of pity to be found in her eyes. She  had offered the woman her friendship, and the dumb bitch had pissed all  over it.

The question was now how they should exit the bar. They could either  climb out of the windows in Tanya's room, or go down the stairs. Tanya  was rather keen on the latter, since she wanted to mess a little with  her bastard ex-boss, but the others thought that a sneaky exit would be  more prudent?

It took a little persuasion from their part, but eventually the others'  managed to convince Tanya that confronting her backstabbing employer  would undoubtedly raise some unwanted attention, if for no other reason  than through their appearance in the main room downstairs.

Since that way of exit meant that they would have to descend over the  sloping roof of a shack which was connected to the bar, Tanya was forced  to remove the thigh-high boots made from some glossy black material  that she had just donned, their heels being much too steep for her to be  able to climb over the roof without the immanent danger of falling of  it, while Lara had to do the same to her platforms.

The women's coats would also have to be taken off due to them impairing  the movement of their legs, or at least that was the rationale that was  offered. Whether it was due to the stated reason or their eagerness to  prance around on a roof more or less in the nude, Anya got to watch from  the windowsill how Tanya and Anya moved across the rifled sheet metal  roof.

Tanya had donned a triangular top, which was stretched to considerable  lengths in order to cover her huge tits. Made from a transparent grey  material, with an olive-drab lining, the top began to widen just below  its crescent-shaped brim which was placed halfway down her cleavage,  meaning that it just barely managed to widen itself enough to cover her  hard nipples, which were still visible thanks to the sheerness of the  top's material.

Along with the top went string-panties which truly lived up to their  name, the garment's waist-strap being placed way below her waist,  horizontally stretching itself over the exact middle of her glorious ass  while the front dived down towards her sex, disappearing in between her  legs, the meaty lips of her sex swallowing it up as it stretched in  under her ass. Her coat and boots were tied to her backpack as she moved  down the roof, the dildo-filled suitcase firmly placed in one of her  hands.

As for Lara, the fact that she was now completely naked as she traversed  the sloping and corroded metal meant that Anya could keep her gaze on  her pert, juicy derrière, her massive and unsupported tits swaying  gently as she moved, the pendulum of the two awe-inspiring orbs being  one that Lara seemed accustomed to to such a degree that it didn't seem  to deprive her of any agility.

Sebastian and Anya then followed the others' across the roof, and soon  they were all standing in the narrow alley, in reality just the narrow  area of dirt and mud that separated the bar from the neighbouring house.

Before climbing out the window, Anya cast a look at Erin as she laid  tied on the floor. After a moment's hesitation, Anya decided that her  pity and sympathy would be better spent on someone else, and exited the  room.

Still dressed only in her belt but having put her shoes back on, Lara  now drew her sunglasses from her belt and put them on, then dressing in  the cloak again. The others' also got dressed, and soon the party was  heading towards Crookes' ship; the Morning Star. It was far from a long  journey, for the Morning Star was docked within sight of the bar from  which they had just escaped.

The last leg of their brief journey was carried out over a frail wharf,  with a few planks being so rotten that they looked as if they would  break as soon as someone stepped on them.

The Morning Star was as big a ship as any that Anya had ever seen, an  impressive dark hulk that stretched itself out as it laid dead in the  water. Placing on the edge of the wharf, right next to the gangway  leading aboard the ship, was a metal-framed folding chair, with a piece  of cloth stretched across the metal framework.

In the chair there sat a man, wrapped in blankets to keep out the cool  air of the night, Anya guessed that it had to be way past midnight by  now, and sitting under a lantern.

The man, a youngish figure who was probably no older than at most twenty  and possible a year or two younger than that, was flipping through an  old magazine of some sort.

Whatever the contents of the magazine, it seemed to have captivated the  youngster to such an extent that Anya had to clear her throat twice  before he became aware of their presence.

Looking up with a tired glare, the man's expression instantly  transformed itself to one of immense wonderment as he stared slack-jawed  at the group standing in front of his chair. Looking down at the  magazine, then back up at Anya and her friends, then back down at the  magazine again, the man finally shook his head and looked at Anya.

"Y..." the youngster began, and was forced to swallow hard before finally managing to get out a "Yeah?"

"We're passengers aboard this ship," Anya informed the man, being quite  pleased with his reaction, "and wish to see captain Crookes."

"Right," the man said, but it didn't to dawn on him that he was now to escort them to the captain.

Stepping up behind the chair, Lara whistled as she learnt the nature of  the crusty old magazine that the man had been looking at.

"Uh-huh," Lara nodded her head as she looked at the spread that the man had been looking at, "I could do that."
This caused the man to groan, and Anya found out why when she was handed  the magazine; in it, there was a picture of a busty woman, standing  like a dog on a bed while three cocks were thrust into her, one each  into her asshole, pussy and mouth.

"Tell you what," Tanya had now gotten to look at the picture and was  studying it with much interest even as she spoke to the man, "give me  this, and I'll suck your cock thrice a day all throughout our little  journey."
"It isn't mine..." the man stammered back at Tanya.
"Well then have whoever owns it give it to me, and I'll suck both your  cocks thrice a day." Tanya smilingly informed the man, she apparently  failing to see any sort of a problem.

Eventually, they managed to coax the man into getting up, and he turned  out to pretty muscular and dressed in a simple grey shirt and a pair of  baggy brown trousers, with sturdy boots on his feet.

After being led aboard the Morning Star, Anya and the others waited in a  large room, with naked metal floor and walls but with a few sofas and  tables, plus a billiard table, placed throughout it. Two of the sofas  were each occupied by one heartily snoring man.

Finally, a sleepy-looking Captain Crookes entered the room, the young  guard following behind him. Naked from the waist up, Crookes had dressed  himself in a pair of rough, salt-covered pants and a pair of slippers.

"What are you doing here? It still a few hours till we sail?" Crookes  asked, adding a very surprised "Tanya?" when he spotted the  happy-looking brunette.

"We had to leave in a bit of a hurry," Anya admitted, and then dropped  the subject by instead introducing Sebastian, who nodded at Crookes, and  Lara, who slid her sunglasses down her nose to give Crookes a view of  her bright eyes.

Despite having no interest in becoming a whore and a dancer, which was  how she reckoned that her two female friends had learnt to flaunt  themselves in such a suggestive and arousing manner, Anya was even less  interested in being reduced to a background-figure while in their  company. And besides, they both seemed to draw so much pleasure from how  they behaved themselves.
Thus, it was with her attention fully directed at Lara that she followed the buxom blonde's movements.

Sauntering towards the visibly nervous captain with an air of complete  confidence in herself, her head held high and her hot gaze fixed on  Crookes over her sunglasses, Lara didn't stop until she was but a few  from him.

Then, with a flamboyancy that could only come from much training and a good degree of natural talent, she disrobed.

Even after having seen Lara carry out a near identical act before  performing with Sebastian on stage, and having had plenty of time to see  the saucy blonde slut in the nude, Anya still released a short,  forceful gasp as the cloak seemed to fly from Lara's body, her  arm-movement being so graceful that the garment seemed to hover in the  air by her side before it gently swept down onto the floor.

Apart from her belt and the cum which had been smeared over much of her  bosom and toned stomach, every inch of Lara's tanned, rich skin was now  rendered visible for Crookes to marvel at.

Captain Crookes didn't so much gasp as gag when he got a first look at  Lara in all her naked glory, the delectable young woman having placed  her right hand on her hip, taking up a confident teapot stance.

"Kid," Crookes addressed Sebastian, after having gawked all three of the  women, Lara in particular, "I don't know if you know this, but you're  the luckiest man alive."
"He knows," Lara ensured Crookes, "but as you might have noted, I'm a  bit dirty, would you mind showing me where I can get cleaned up a bit?"

It wasn't just what Lara said, Anya thought, but it was primarily the  way in which she said that made it so arousing. The way in which Lara  had spoken had carried the suggestion that not only was she demanding  that it would be Crookes himself who showed her to a tub or shower, but  also that he would stay and watch her clean herself off before making  her all dirty again.

Anya knew that Crookes had left Tanya's room as a very satisfied  customer, but now the bulge on the front of his pants that had formed  when he found who the late-night visitors had been had turned into a  small tent, which forced him to stoop forwards slightly in the hope that  such a stance would be at least a tad less uncomfortable. The young man  behind him looked to be in a similar state.