Tharros Continued - Cave Orgy Pt 1

Lorel paused, her luscious lips glossy with the pink unguent, hovering her mouth over Dareios’ vast penis, the veiny trunk pointing skyward like a menacing, pulsing obelisk, the gorgeous slut connected to it by the drool she was allowing to rope onto it.

‘You want to say anything, stud?’ Lorel gloated, leering like a predator at the monster shaft, cocking an eyebrow nastily, as she looked over her shoulder, Dareios’ face barely visible between the gleaming twin orbs of her round booty after she had slung her legs either side of his head, ‘like, you want to say goodbye to this stubby pindick before I turn you into a real man?’

Dareios groaned, turned on by the insanely stacked slut’s injunction. ‘Maybe you’ll get the fucking you deserve, slut.’

‘Promises, promises,’ Lorel grinned, ‘now watch the fusion of science and religion in perfect harmony…’

With another slick opening of the thick pink ring of her inflated bimbo lips, Lorel hefted Dareios’ cock towards her mouth before plunging it into the hot, moist maw. The massive, precum slathered and angrily throbbing purple cockend, easily the size of her fist, parted Lorel’s lips with squelching plugging sound as the flared crown thumped into her gullet, and then, with a girlish roll of her eyes, Lorel impaled her face on the vast penile monolith that speared towards the ceiling of the cave, the gorgeous, stacked bimbo slut coiling one of her fists around the warrior’s ballsack and squeezing determinedly hard to bloat the two testes into a bulging mass while the other curled around the thick shaft.

Slowly, but probably because she was enjoying it rather than because she was experiencing any apparent problems, Lorel penetrated deeply, ragged bursts from her throat accompanied by frothy squirts of bubbly slobber that spurted from the tight seal of her lips around the gigantic shaft, more and more accepting the thick shaft all the way down her whorish and devouring throat. Everyone’s eyes widened in amazement as the warrior’s thick pillar of flesh dilated the slutty sex-priestesses’ windpipe. Dareios gasped hoarsely as Lorel’s head progressed down the shaft, devouring inch after inch of him, gritting his teeth at the sensation of her plump, rubbery lips slid over the surface of his schlong as her tight, constricting throat gripped him.

‘Personally I would have enjoyed working together with her on this back at the abbey…’ Tamara mused, still on her knees as she worked Faslane’s massive prong sensually. She shot a side glance at Galiana, but failed to make eye contact as the blonde bimbo priestess gawped raptly at the way Lorel inhaled Dareios’ man-hammer with ostentatious relish and astonishing skill.

The sensational whore riding Dareios’ face twerked her gleaming, solid, huge rear buns as she continued to drive her head down the vast fuckmast that speared through her gullet, finally bottoming out with a spurt of white bubbles that frothed in a double spray from her nostrils.

‘We’ve all done that…’ huffed Faye.

‘Some of us with a little bit more… finesse,’ Cassandra said, checking her nails.

‘That’s as maybe ladies,’ Galiana said, ‘but he’s getting bigger…’

The whole manoeuvre ended with Lorel grabbing and then enthusiastically twirling the elastic skin of Dareios’ capacious ballsack in her hand, winding her wrist like it was wielding a tribal hunting weapon in a centrifugal spin before bashing the round, lemon-sized nuts into her face at the same time, the brawny warrior’s meaty testes pounding noisily as they thumped into her cheeks, forehead and eyes. Finally Lorel released the warrior’s capacious scrotum and let the soft, hairless skin drape over her face.

‘Devotion at its finest…’ said Galiana, grinning.

‘I admit I’m beginning to like her…’ Faye offered, recognising kindred religious adoration when she saw it.

With a mewling sound, Lorel finally relinquished the hulking warrior’s brawny ballsack before withdrawing slowly up the length of the fuckpipe. Expectation hung breathlessly in the air as the gaggle of assembled sluts greedily eyed the monster pole for signs of development and growth, Lorel winking whoreishly at them as she raised up her head. After what seemed like a good while, no-one could miss the way that the rounded brim of Dareios’ crown appeared in outline just above her clavicle, the curved rim of the head of the shaft bulging out Lorel’s slim neck. More than this, the pink unguent was once against discernible on the fleshly horsecock as it was slowly unsheathed from Lorel’s gullet, and finally, with a quick wrench of her head, the monster titted slut managed to disgorge the now behemoth penis that jutted in eye-popping and astounding size from his groin.

It was genuinely immense, to the point where it didn’t seem conceivable that Lorel had managed to swallow the meaty python. The distended head was the size of a cow’s heart, a gleaming, purple bulb slathered with Lorel’s gluey slobber. The shaft was a turgid, gleaming pole that was crisscrossed with an enormous branchwork of throbbing veins that bulged in extreme tumescence over the surface. The pole itself was smooth, thick, straight, with the circumference of an overdeveloped muscularly forearm, brimming with bulging veins standing out all over the smooth, glistening skin of the trunk.

‘Well,’ said Lorel, sliding her cooch from where it had been nestled over the warrior’s face and coming to stand next to Dareios, the tattooed bimbo slut standing like a pikewoman at salute, with her hand wrapped around the towering pillar except for the way that her fingers curled expertly and lasciviously around the meaty shaft, ‘what do we think?’

The member, previously hulking beyond words, was now in another realm of dimensions entirely. It had attained a length of immensity and disproportionality that now made it genuinely look like a monstrous weapon, the angry-looking purple, flared corona separating out from the rim of stretched skin. The enormous schlong throbbed and pulsing ominously in the air to the point where it was practically vibrating, extending vertically upwards towards the roof of the cave. Dareios, beholding his own behemoth monster, was put in mind of the frescoes of Teitum on the walls of the temple of his homeland.

For once, the assembled group of sluts were silent.

The meat spear that protruded from Dareios’ groin surpassed comparison with anything they had ever seen, Damon’s enhanced appendage included.

A literal rope of drool dripped from Cassandra’s plump, pumped-up lower lip which settled upon the expanse of tanned cleavage between her jutting and immense knockers that protruded from her chest.

Faye felt something touch her chin and broke from a trance at the contact to realise that Galiana had reached across and closed her gaping mouth with the tip of her fingers.

Tamara had stopped, stock-still, at the point where the tip of Faslane’s cock was tenting her cheek out to a ridiculous degree, to see the display, eyes bulging as they craned over the monstrous slab of prime-grade dickflesh that stretched her face in a most immodest fashion.

There was a squirting sound from where the spectators were arrayed, and once again it was Pontus – who seemed more than a little of a shooter – whose behemoth prong bucked and spat a spray of precum from its rounded bell end that arced through the cave and smacked with force against the monstrous, throbbing purple helmet of the huge warrior as it pointed at the ceiling, the tail of the gluey projection of potent, hot, clear pre jizz thumping splatteringly in a heavy smack of goo all over Lorel’s humongous breasts.

‘Fuck,’ Lorel said nastily as the hot load draped across her massive cans, ‘I’m drenched.’

Pontus still had it in for her, it seemed.

‘You’re fucking jealous of this huge prick, hmmm Pontus?’ Lorel leered, baring her teeth.

Lorel’s hand once more slid up the shaft, winding sensuously, to grasp the tip of the monstrously inflated, massively vein-shredded pole of meat, precum drooling out of the tip and sliding down the surface of the pillar of flesh in gluey waves already. Lorel’s slender hand curled possessively around the curved, bulging brim of the erect member, the tips of her fingers sliding over the helmet and working precum into the glossy purple crown, before taking a long, luxurious slide down the vascularly ridged schlong, all the way down to the balls, cords of tissue bloated around the grip either side of her squeezing hand near the base.

Jizzelle suddenly appeared at the other side of the monster cock to Lorel, measuring stick in hand. The gorgeous monster-jugged acolyte was gooey-eyed over the warrior’s mega schlong.

‘Let’s measure this fucking thing, this fucking marvel!’

Jizzelle placed the measuring stick next to Dareios’ immense fleshpole, planting the bottom of it against his groin and running her eyes all the way up the numbers on the side… 25… 26… 27… 28…

‘Twenty-nine inches,’ Jizzelle said quietly. She looked at Lorel, and gulped.

‘I can remember when I thought a footlong was a big deal,’ Faye mused.

‘That thing is almost two and a half feet long.’ Galiana gasped. ‘It’s going to split me from here-‘ she touched her glistening pussy, ‘- to here,’ she touched her finger against her forehead.

‘Girvyn’s shaft.’ Cassandra said.

‘Indeed,’ Tamara said.

Tamara was off her knees in front of Faslane, and already advancing across the cave, almost as if drawn by some spiritual force.

‘By all that’s holy…’ Tamara said as she stood no less than six inches from the tip of the shaft that was protruding directly upwards. Dareios, still lying on his back, now had three hugely buxom priestesses of Girvyn circling his towering member, though it was clear that the magnetism was most intense between Tamara and Lorel, brunette versus blonde.

An authentic near two-and-a-half foot protrusion of solid brawn that was as thick as an arm that stuck out dead straight, Tamara noticed in her awestruck contemplations how the aesthetics of the thing complemented the size of the girthy tool. Thickly bunched and bulgingly inflated tissues crowded the otherwise smooth shaft, adding a sheen of apparent muscularity to the rigid column. She stuck her torso out and let her giant, spherical globes that jutted like bowling balls out of her chest slide either side of the monster length, where it nestled between her incredibly deep cleavage. Studying it further, Tamara saw, criss-crossing the surface in plump, tumescent bunches, a patterning of turgidly bulging veins that lay atop of the corded bulk of tissue and meaty brawn that ridged the vast pole all the way from where they sprouted around in clusters that decorated the thick root of the dick, all the way to where they massed underneath the crown. The smooth gleaming head stuck out on top like a purple ox-heart. The light gleaming on the flesh of the shaft made the contours of engorged vasculature and the meaty ribbing of tissue glisten deliciously, even as the clear, potent sap emanating from the bloated tip ran down it. The gooey fluid was already coating her massively inflated and round fuck pillows in a gleaming sheen as her monster jugs contacted the humongous length trapped between them.

‘Lorel,’ said Tamara, her voice breathily compressed into a reverent whisper, her eyes never leaving Dareios’s monumental fuckstaff even as she addressed her fellow devotee on the other side of it, ‘I consider this as surpassing an act of devotion as I’ve ever seen. What you’ve achieved here is truly magnificent…’

Tamara fastened her plump, thick, pouting lips to the glossy head of Dareios’s mighty shaft and placed a smacking, slurping kiss against it.

‘Thank you, Tamara,’ Lorel offered back, the giant-titted tattooed super slut falling into the same air of subtle devotion, as, from the other side of the monster boner, she opened her mouth and let her lips dance along the rounded, raised brim of the underside of the hulking shaft, using her tongue to trace furrows in the gluey precum that oozed down the pulsing trunk. Her tone became emollient, as reverent as Tamara’s. ‘You’ve always been an inspiration to me… when I started my devotional experiments, really I was following your lead… trying to emulate your example to us all in instantiating Girvyn’s teachings…’

At this, Lorel became drawn into the slow, lingering and salacious quality of Tamara’s movements, beginning to echo her ministrations of the massive tool. Her immense fuckbags that burst from her chest were soon applied, like Tamara’s against the other side of the veiny prong, and Dareios found a sensuous dual titfuck beginning as Lorel wound up and down cavortingly, her huge, firm, solid globes somewhat displacing Tamara’s smaller but no less solid set of cans and providing a slick, constricted channel for the warrior to slide his dick inbetween.

‘I’m flattered Lorel,’ the stacked brunette responded, her eyes nearly half closed in bliss as she laid another sloppy, luxurious, tongue-swiping kiss on the very tip of the enormous brawny organ, smooching noisily as another bubbling rope of clear, potent lap-lava appeared from the warrior’s dilated cumslit. ‘Although I hate to say it, your concoctions appear to outstrip my own devotional tinctures in manifesting Girvyn’s will…’

‘They would be nothing without your tempering stabilising reagents, Tamara,’ Lorel said, the busty slut’s tongue capturing a thick, gooey lace of precum that had emerged from Dareios’s pisshole, jiggling it to make it dance in the air before slurping it inside her mouth.

‘When we make it back to the Temple and I’m anointed Head Priestess, you will take my place as Chief Distiller…’

Lorel instantly froze, her thick bimbo lips stuck in the ‘O’ shape just as they sucked the last of the precum string into the mouth.

‘What the fuck did you say?’ Lorel furrowed her brow and touched he tips of her fingers to her clavicle.

‘What do you mean, my dear?’ Tamara said innocently. The busty whore didn’t stop sliding her tongue with now almost agonising slowness over the rounded brim of the crown of Dareios’ ginormous prick. Now the atmosphere was truly electric between the pair of stacked, whorish bombshells, the tone of the conversation shifting even as their noses nuzzled up against either side of the dismorphically huge penile column between them.

‘What… did you say?’

‘Oh, I think you heard me. I think you heard me fine.’

‘You’re going to become Head Priestess, you say?’ Lorel said.

‘Well, I think I might be due a promotion for reuniting our sisterhood and bringing you back to the fold, my dear. Don’t you think?’

‘I see,’ Lorel said, ‘and why wouldn’t I get the promotion for – after all – being the one to finally crack the puzzle of the mysterious powers of SIZE and fucking loose this behemoth upon the world?’

Tamara finally pulled away from the gargantuan penis in her face and pulled a theatrical, quizzical frown, ‘uuuuuh, I don’t know? Because you broke ranks from the convent and split the holy order in two and stole all these potions and ran away to a cave like a god damn transient with these bloody TRAMPS?’

She looked back over her shoulder where Pontus, Faslane and Spillsby were arrayed. ‘No offence.’

A heavy triple precum discharge instantly splattered her face and gummed up her nose, cheeks and eyes with a hot, thick treble serving that had her wincing.

‘Leave those idiots out of it!’ Lorel thundered, ‘I’M going to be Head Priestess when we get back and YOU can be chief distiller!’

Spluttering as the syrupy precum of three men roped off her jaw, Tamara retaliated in the most practical way she could.

‘I’m afraid that’s not going to work for me.’

Pulling Dareios’s cock towards her with her fist, she released it and allowed the iron hard schlong to pivot back and smack into Lorel’s face. It made a healthy SPLAT as it contacted against her nose and chin.

‘I’ll fucking cockslap you into next week you whore!’

Tamara, inevitably, caught the warrior’s bell-end between her eyes.

‘Girls!’ announced Galiana, bouncing smartly to the pair of them, ‘don’t fall out! Especially not with… that!’ She gestured at the monster dong that was seesawing between them, ‘you’ll have each other’s eyes out!’

‘Nothing wrong with that,’ Cassandra put in from the sidelines, ‘makes you easier to skullfuck.’

‘And anyway, there’s an easy way to solve this!’ Galiana continued.

‘Oh yeah? And what’s that?’ Jizzelle asked, giving Galiana side-eye, as Lorel and Tamara bared fangs across the immense fuckstick.

‘Make ME Chief Priestess!’ Galiana declared, smiling and pointing two index fingers at her face from each side.

‘YOU?’ Tamara said, almost laughing, ‘are you kidding?’ she jerked a thumb over her shoulder at Faye, ‘we might as well put the neophyte in charge!’

Faye’s eyes bulged at the insult and she immediately thrust her chest forwards indignantly, ‘well why the fuck not? What’s wrong with that? I can outfuck any one of you sluts any day of the week!’

‘Actually what’s needed is a bit of discipline,’ Cassandra put in, ‘not to put too fine a point on it, I think our holy order might benefit from a little bit of martial rule for a while. I think the templars should step in and take charge for a while. That will prevent another nasty schism.’ Then she smiled nastily, ‘in addition to which, it is in fact ME that can outfuck all of YOU!’

Dareios finally stood up, which meant that the vast penile monolith that had been keeping Tamara and Lorel’s furious faces apart slipped from between then, leaving a gluey bridge of precum suspended between their chins after he withdrew it.

‘I don’t want to be the one to mansplain here, but I think we have a simple solution.’ He jacked his pc muscle on his enormous cock, ‘whichever fucking whore manages to keep her guts on the inside, let alone walk out of here without needing a stick for support, after fucking these cocks, fully deserves to be chief priestess. So let’s get to it.’

‘Last woman standing?’ Lorel asked generally.

‘AGREED!’