New (Old) Material Part 2

After the erotic ordeal, Jack, predictably, was still rigid as a pole. Anya and Gemma had by now got more or less used to his mammoth ejaculations, but Clarity was overwhelmed, having witnessed the full power of his orgasm from the best possible vantage point – on her knees in front of him. She luxuriated in the cumbath for a long time, slathering herself with the accumulation of semen, massaging it into her glistening tits and licking her lips. The transformation from composed, ice-cold sniper to cumfaced dishevelment had been total.

“Good heavens, I thought I’d never feel cum on my face again,” she murmured in awe. Then, reluctantly, she stood up. More cum dripped from her belly onto her tits as she repositioned herself. “Life can’t all be fun, however. We have to get going if I’m to deliver his highness to Ordus safe and sound.”

Anya and Gemma exchanged knowing glances to each other. Here was another slut who didn’t let wearing liberal amounts of cum get in the way of action. They all followed the cum-coated Clarity to the end of the corridor, where another, more heavily armoured security door barred their way. Clarity activated a hidden switch, and a small overhead camera whirred into life above the doorway.

“Identify yourself,” said a female voice muffled by heavy static.
“Can’t you see? It’s Clarity, agent 4420. I’ve found the alpha male!”
“Negative,” the voice replied. “Cannot authorise until you remove your mask.”
“I’m not wearing a mask!” Clarity declared with obvious impatience. “What are you talking about?”

Anya tapped her on the shoulder. Clarity whirled round to face her. “What?”

Anya pulled her sword from its sheath and held it up in front of Clarity’s face. Clarity peered into the reflective surface of the steel and gasped in astonishment. Only then did she realise the extent to which her lovely face was covered in semen. A slim cord of cum dripped from the tip of her nose as she looked. “Yes… well…” she finally admitted, and delicately began to excavate her features with the index fingers of each hand. Having done this, she turned around and wiped the residue off on her peachy asscheeks, having run out of surface area on her saturated front to do so. “Now can you recognise me?”

“Authorising Clarity agent 4420,” the voice said, and the door swung open with a hiss of hydraulics.

“Who do you have to blow to get inside this place?” Clarity muttered as they went inside.  

They entered another long corridor, this one glinting with burnished steel and chrome. It was clean and illuminated with fluorescent lighting rigs, making it a million miles from the dingy corridors outside. Automatic doors slid open to admit the group as they made their way into the installation.

“This is the hub of the facility,” announced Clarity, and opened a final steel door. It revealed a vast chamber brimming with cantilevered gantries and complicated aisles of electronic equipment. About a dozen women were operating the machinery, but as soon as Jack entered, the buzz of activity suddenly stopped. Silence and apprehension filled the air as every head turned towards the arrivals. Somewhere somebody dropped something that clattered on the floor and rang out over the abrupt stillness.  

“We’re home!” sang out Clarity brightly.

Slowly, the women disengaged from the activities and approached the newcomers. Anya felt intimidated. Each of the women was absolutely gorgeous; tall, sleek, Amazonian specimens of provocative beauty, each wearing variations of Clarity’s fetish gear. There were women in thigh-high boots and elbow length gloves, women in corsets and chains, each decorated in unique and individual ways.

They clustered around Clarity, who stood in front of Jack.

The cluster of women formed a semi-circle around the new arrivals. Clarity, at the head of the group, initially commanded as much attention from the crowd of Ordus operatives as Jack had. The reason for this was simple: she had posed, sexily, with one hand on her hip and the other at her side, and simply stood in front of them as long, ropy ribbons of Jack’s semen slithered down her skintight suit of black armour. There wasn’t a square inch of her delectable body that hadn’t been splattered in some way or other. This woman had clearly been party to a cum riot, and a cum riot was what the other girls were desperate to get in on.

“I think I found our errant alpha-male,” Clarity said, drawing her gloved finger up to her mouth, drooling a long string of cum from her lips and wrapping the white rope around her hand.

“That looks like cum…” one of the girls said, hesitantly. She leaned forward, and Clarity placed the tendril of jizz against her searching, protruding tongue, connecting their lips by the drooping, pendulous strand. She tasted it. “It tastes like cum, too…”

“It is cum,” Clarity confirmed, and seductively sucked the girl towards her along the strand of semen like it was a piece of spaghetti, kissed her, and poured the remainder of the creamy load into the girl’s delighted mouth.

At this, the group of girls shrieked and fell upon Clarity voraciously, the dozen-strong group becoming a mess of greedy, gluttonous mouths, feeding on every scrap, droplet and splash that had been deposited upon her. Three girls licked their way up her thighs, three more competed wildly for the sticky splashes upon her abdominal muscles, and the rest sucked and licked the cum from Clarity’s tits, which heaved outwards as she breathed heavily with all the attention she was getting. Each girl was fastened onto her tight, curvy body, slurping forcefully, interlacing lascivious licks of their darting tongues; adding to the sensory overload was the noise, a cacophonous racket of sucking and yelps and moans of fulfilment.

When it was over, Clarity was clean as a new pin, although the group of horny Ordus operatives were preoccupied with squabbling over the slippery give and take, stealing blobs of cum from each others’ faces with kisses, and smacking their lips as they tried to slurp dangling strings of cum down their voracious gullets.

“Well, it’s nice to be appreciated,” said Clarity, above the chorus of cooing, “but I think Jack here is the one that deserves the real credit.”

Jack surveyed the collection of beauties in front of him, all vying to get a taste of his thick, supercharged seed. The sight of the seething sea of cum-hungry kittens, eyeing him with scalding intensity was what he had been waiting for since the start of his mission. His blood pressure rose considerably, and his heart began to pound in apprehension at what would be demanded of him.

Suddenly, he groaned in pain and clutched his side where the bullet had hit him in the battle with the raiders. He let out a cry of pain and crashed to the floor.

“He’s collapsed!” exclaimed Anya.
“We need to get him to the medical bay, fast!” said Clarity.

The Ordus operatives snapped out of their semen-slaked reverie and manhandled Jack away, with Anya and Gemma in hot pursuit.

Anya stared into the medical bay through a large observation window about ten feet across and five feet high. She and several other girls had carried Jack’s recumbent body through the main room of the Ordus facility as fast as they could. The makeshift patching that Clarity had administered in the hallway beyond had apparently come apart and the gunshot wound which Jack had sustained in the corridor was now pulsing more blood down his side. It was likely that watching Clarity as the horny centrepiece of a frenzied cum-licking orgy and watching the eagerness with which his new playmates had consumed the monumental semen deposits that had been creamed across her body had in some way contributed to his collapse. Anya had been a little taken aback herself.

Clarity had led the way, but when they had reached the medi-centre a trio of nurses had relieved them of their burden and instructed them to wait outside the theatre. Anya recognised them as medical staff immediately because of the prominent red crosses that adorned their garments, but the rest of their costumes seemed to be parodies of nurse’s costumes. For one thing they were comprised of nothing but white PVC which was being worn in the form of long, thigh-length boots and shiny tight gloves that seemed to have very little to contribute to surgical efficiency. Anya hadn’t seen too many nurses in her time, but she was fairly sure that real ones didn’t expose a glistening pussy and almost full pair of heart-shaped asscheeks every single solitary time they bent over.

Nonetheless, Clarity seemed happy enough to commit Jack’s care into the hands of these three nurses, which satisfied Anya for the time being. She now owed Jack for saving her twice from raiders, and hoped to formalise her gratitude in the shape of a long, sweet fuck. It did cross her mind, however, that the current preponderance of sex-starved minxes housed in the Ordus facility might represent something of a challenge by way of competition for Jack’s immense cock, but for the moment she would be satisfied to see Jack’s life get saved.   

The nurses had patched Jack’s vital signs into a monitor, and the crowd outside could see his heartbeat drum irregular rhythms indicated by a dancing line. Swiftly, the nurses tore his shirt off and properly stanched the flow of blood issuing from his side, applying pressure and going to work with antiseptic chemicals. Various drugs were administered to stabilise his condition and regulate his breathing. At length, Jack’s heartbeat returned to normal and he appeared to be past any significant danger. They stitched and padded his wound. Anya felt a hand close around hers in comfort, and looked to see Gemma favour her with a shy, supportive smile.

At this point, the nurses activated a control on the bed which caused the top half of the mattress to raise up so that Jack faced the observation window in a more-or-less seated position. He opened his eyes and waved weakly to the assembled throng outside. Then one of the nurses approached the door, but instead of opening it, she unexpectedly locked it.

“What do you think you’re doing?” protested Clarity.
“We’ve saved his life,” said the nurse, “now we think we deserve some time alone with the patient!”

The girls behind the screen called and cooed, but couldn’t open the door and were forced to watch as the nurse sauntered back over to Jack, and with him both unable – and probably unwilling – to resist, pulled down his trousers in agonisingly slow fashion. The head nurse was a statuesque blonde built top-heavy, with an enormous rack that protruded out from her chest in the form of near-perfect globes, held precariously in check by a white PVC bra. The other two nurses both did their bit, getting a handful each of Jack’s boxers and tugging them down over his broad thighs.

The collective gasp at what the nurses revealed was almost deafening. Jack’s gigantic shlong, fully extended, reached nearly down to his knees. What a sight it was for the accumulation of scantily clad beauties thronged around Anya, who felt a fair flush of pride that she had already had her way with the mighty organ. She could swear to hearing the sound of salivating mouths around her. The head nurse took the meaty tool in her hand and posed for the benefit of the spectators outside, with an expression on her face of exaggerated delight. She licked her lips wantonly and stood in front of Jack, who smiled benignly, either fuzzy on drugs or light headed from erotic excess. Perhaps in his mind he actually felt he had died and had gone to heaven.

The head nurse stood with her legs straight, spayed apart, and with her back to the window. Then she bent over from the waist so that her minuscule skirt rode well above her asscheeks, and with the two nurses each holding Jack’s dick up for her in their hands, slowly lowered her mouth over the thick pillar of flesh. All Anya could see was the nurse’s head bobbing up and down, beginning slowly and becoming more rapid, with the two nurses at his side tonguing him and wanking his cock into her mouth hard. Jack’s vision was swimming, and in order to keep his focus he fixed his field of vision on the big blonde eyes staring up nastily at him, and his huge engorged prick protruding obscenely from her full, red-lipped mouth. Then the head nurse withdrew his dick, disgorging long, thick streams of saliva onto the floor as she did so, whipped off her bra to expose her mammoth mounds, and ordered the nurses to slap her tits with the dick. This they did, unrelentingly, pummelling her huge, tanned globes with the cock, lacing her busty substances with prodigious strings of precum that slithered sloppily off her boobs.

Turning around with her ass to Jack, the head nurse faced the observation window, so that everyone outside could fully appreciate the magnitude of her magnificent, gravity-defying tits already dripping with ropes and droplets of juice and moisture. Then she lifted herself up on the rail of Jack’s bed, and impaled herself on his giant horsedick. The girls outside – including Anya – moaned in admiration at the extent to which the penis stuffed every crevice of her juicy pussy, and the head nurse snuggled down the very root of his cock and then drew back upwards, beginning to pump him in her tight cunt. The muscles in her slender thighs and abdomen stood out on her awesome body as she milked him, gripping him in her sopping love-tunnel all the while staring wantonly out at the assemblage of women behind the window, most of whom had fallen to slipping hands into their own damp quims.      

Presently, the head nurse had a shrieking, shuddering orgasm, the shockwaves of which brought Jack to the edge. She raised herself of the dick, which took an almost comic amount of time, with inch after inch of hand meat slipping from her tunnel. After a while, the heavy head of jack’s dick appeared at the mouth of her pussy, and his whole dick sprang out. It didn’t take long for the three nurses to slid onto their knees around him, each of them jerking him off wildly.

If they were expecting a cumshot, they got more than they bargained for. When Jack came, he released a tidal wave of sperm that sailed straight over the heads of the nurses and splashed against the observation window. All the girls flinched as if it would hit them instead of splattering messily against the glass. The enormous gush was followed by more and more pulses of cum that jetted powerfully, most ending up on the window and dripping downwards, acting to obscure most of the scene from the onlookers with big white, sticky swathes of juice. Jack’s final, weaker spurts eventually ended up on the nurses, and after they had stopped fisting his cum-cannon, each of them went to this window and begin licking his semen from the glass.

The result for most of the onlookers was that the first thing they saw inside the room after Jack had messed up the window were the three, white-PVC clad nurses with their lips to the glass, sucking and licking the cum mere inches from the faces of those on the other side.

“Let’s leave them to it,” said Clarity, by the time the three nurses had embarked on a prolonged cum-sharing session which had resulted in their noses, lips, chins, cheeks and eyelashes all becoming connected together by a sticky, stringy web. “He’ll recuperate in due course, if they can leave him alone for long enough.”

The rest of the women departed back to their jobs. More than one of them had been stood inside a sloppy little puddle of pussy juices.

“It’s you two that draw my attention at the moment,” Clarity said, her hand itching at her pistol holster. “How can you explain who you are, and what you were doing with our alpha male?”