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Tharros Cave Orgy 45
🕑 Added 2024-12-17 10:40:28 +0000 UTCStuds and sluts...
As some whore said when Peter North was blasting cum all over her, 'fucker just keeps cumming...'
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Having dispensed with Faye for the moment, Dareios announced a new contest – to see how far each of the studs could actually cum.
‘This’ll be no fun,’ Tamara immediately complained, ‘your puny dicks aren’t going to be able to spunk all over us. What good it is to us to get a spurt of your cum all over our shins?’
‘Well you’ll just have to make sure you taunt us properly,’ Damon said, ‘give us a little incentive, won’t you?’
Tamara rolled her eyes and looked at Galiana, who appeared to be a little more receptive of the idea.
‘Girl with the filthiest mouth gets the biggest cumshot. I like it.’
‘Easy win for me,’ Faye said.
‘Alright,’ Dareios said. ‘Whores line up. Everyone picks a target.’
The gang of sluts had lined up about ten feet away from the array of studs. Damon started laughing almost instantly.
‘What the big joke?’ Galiana said, we’re here aren’t we?’
‘You’re too close,’ Damon said.
‘WAY too fucking close,’ Spillsby agreed.
‘Back, you stupid fucking whore,’ Dareios said, fisting his monster schlong, ‘all of you back. Way back…’
Dareios kept waving the five sluts further back with his free hand. They kept heading backwards as a group.
‘Back… back… back…’ Dareios instructed.
‘What the fuck?’ Faye said, ‘I can barely see them…’
Then she hit the wall behind her. They were about thirty feet away.
‘They couldn’t hit an elephant at this distance.’ Cassandra said.
‘Hit it? They couldn’t reach it!’ Tamara commented.
‘No…’ Lorel said, ‘but they can HIT THESE!! COME ON STUDS!!! FUCKING CREAM THESE FUCKING GIANT WHORE TITS!’
The glorious tattooed teen blonde hefted her gigantic globes in her hands, and, in unison, each of the sluts struck a whorish, utterly slutty pose, cupping their giant cans, opening their mouths, caressing their incredible fitness bodies, jutting hips and legs and tossing their hair. They were suddenly a set of walking wet dreams brazenly and whoreishly flaunting their goods. Eye-popping tits gleamed and thrusted, abs rolled, tight, slick pussies were pried open as they jutted their cunts at the guys.
Pontus, Damon, and Spillsby were jerking. Regular, slow, long strokes, big, slick up and down motions, all the way, luxuriating, every man going up and down their rampant over twenty-inch lengths. Damon, in the middle of those that were jacking their colossal beanstalks, stroked his bell end over Spillsby and Pontus’s huge, sprung, veiny rods each side.
At this display, the whores started to employ their gutter mouths to further incite the monster cocksmiths to deliver their loads.
‘Cum on Spillsby… give me a facial and I’ll gargle your balls, both at the same time…’ that was Cassandra.
‘Get balls deep into that fist you fucking pervert jerk addict Damon, I know you love stroking it for me…’ Galiana dangled her long tongue at the warrior.
‘Let me give you a BIG FUCKING CUM TARGET studs, fifty points for my tits, a hundred it you can hit my face and two hundred and fifty an eyeball!’ This from Lorel, supremely confident as ever.
‘I know you fucking alpha studs can make a mess of me…’ Tamara said, ‘how about you show me how much you really like me by drenching me more than these other whores? My tits look great dripping with cum…’
Faye said nothing, but thrust her mammoth, gleaming tits out, crossed her eyes in an idiot drool, stuck her tongue out, and used both hands to make an obscene fisting jerkoff motion. It was fucking hot. The studs stroked their dicks harder, longer, and more fiercely. Now the sounds were slick, sloppy and potent. Spillsby clutched his teeth together as his groin juddered and his legs started to shake uncontrollably as precum began to issue from the tip of his bell end like a faulty pump. Damon was going double-fisted, one hand at the tip and one at the base, and Pontus was just stroking up and down the length manically.
‘I know you fucking perverts like a countdown…’ Cassandra said, ‘so….’
Spillsby was now on his tip toes.
‘FIVE… FOUR… THREE… TWO… ONE!!!!!!’
‘UUUUUUUUUUUUGGGGGGGNNNHNNGHGHGHHHGHGHGHGHGGHHG!!!!!’
It was a triple cry from Spillsby, Pontus and Damon.
It was Pontus that didn’t quite make the grade. He groaned deeply and darkly and his phallic monster expelled a massive surge of gluey stuff that shot a full twenty five feet through the air before splattering a yard or two short of the quintet of utterly gorgeous whores. He still gripped his cock and jerked hard, but the rest of the ropes that he loosed didn’t get past that target.
Spillsby’s rapid shot was unsurprising for the sluts that knew he was something of a precum-sniper from the original alcove, and he absolutely hosed a spewing slosh that burst out of his dick in a horizontal beam and burst heavily all over Galiana and Cassandra’s chests. The voluptuous bimbo minx’s pushed their spheroid tits together, orbs not compressing as they squashed into each other as the white, hot spurt impacted over them. They giggled in glee as Spillsby’s next splatter pasted their abs and dripped onto their smooth, bald, tanned pubic mounds.
It was Damon that really hit hard, a massive cum-comet of immense thickness and length that left his blunt bell-end and whipped out at lightening pace, enough distance for it to be seem turning over and over itself before it smacked hard into Tamara and Faye’s faces.
The two sluts were gagging as it blinded them and clogged their open mouths, but Damon barely had time to look pleased – or get out another such rope – before Dareios’s dick spoke louder.
‘FUUUUUUUUUUCCCCCCCKKKKKK!!!!!!!!!!’
Without even touching his cock, Dareios discharged an enormous thick, slick, white thunderbolt of spunk that ejected in a full, long, rope from his cockend and blasted Lorel in the face, smacking her head back against the wall, practically giving her whiplash, and pasting her blonde tresses to it behind her in a glistening sunburst shape. Lorel’s face became erased in a thick, molten, goo covering, and Dareios only then gripped his dick and turned it left and right in, up and down the line of whores, hosing all of their faces, one after another, with the thick, heavy, streamingly ejected line of white spunk.
Other studs were still cumming here and there, but the outcome of the contest was immediately clear. The collective facial had stunned and shocked the line of spunk-drenched whores into silence.
‘Ok…’ said Tamara, raising a finger, ‘Dareios wins that one…’
After that they all set to again, no thought of contest, but just powering into each other to release the potency and tension in themselves that was bursting out of them as a new round began.
Damon had carried up Galiana and planted her on one of the couch type seats with a raised back. They went at each other like a crazed sex priestess and an alpha warrior with a massive penile augmentation, which they were. Damon spread Galiana’s legs and held them wide apart while his phallic monstrosity split her labia, stretched it to capacity, and hammered her guts while she came a dozen times, squirting everywhere, and when Damon was splattered with the final squelching baker’s dozen plume of fountaining fluid that sloshed up all over his chest, he voided his ballsack into her depths, standing there and just cumming endlessly, nuts clenching up fifty-two times before he even pulled out of her spasming pussy, then blasting the last ten pulses of spunk all over her tits and face, about a pint of it in all creaming her huge gazongas and splattering into his face. Damon wasn’t exhausted, but the massive ejaculation gave him enough pause to be slightly unguarded when the spunk-dripping nympho tussled him onto the couch, his huge spunk dripping dick pointing up to the ceiling, and planted her steaming, cum-spewing cunt on his enormous pole, impaling herself, and riding him hard. She juggled her enormous, jutting, spunk-drenched hooters in her hands as her groin pumped the huge cum gun stuck inside her, hips slamming back and forth, and drooled more of it down herself so that it dripped off her bouncing spheres in ropes. Damon clutched the sides of the seat as a familiar sound to the pair of them began underneath them – BOOM BOOM BOOM – and both of them could tell that another of the brass sheets underneath the softer covering of the couch was taking a heavy beating.
‘How do YOU fucking like it, stud? Like getting POUNDED into the fixtures and fittings?’ Galiana leered voraciously, watching Damon’s huge body flex and contort underneath him as every surge and slithering, slick hump of her bombshell body sent ecstasies through the nerve endings of his taut, rigid rod.
‘Fucking whore…’ Damon said through gritted teeth as Galiana superior look as she rode him brought him closer and closer to the edge.
‘Don’t lose your load yet, warrior boy, we’ve got a LOT more fucking to do,’ Galiana teased, licking her lips.
‘I know. Like this!!!!’ Damon said.
Using all of his reserves of strength, even as Galiana clenched every muscle of her sleek, powerful, fitness-goddess body, muscles bulging in her abs, thighs, and core in her attempt to keep the potent, alpha cocksmith pinned under her luscious, voluptuous, and lubriciously rolling and pneumatically pumping body, Damon managed to stand, legs hauling him up, Galiana still throwing her torrentially wet pussy flopflopflopflopflop against the root of his meaty cock, loins smacking together, her arms thrown around his head.
When Damon had Galiana in his arms, he turned, faced the couch, and then threw her down into it, once again gripped her legs, holding them wide by the ankles, and entered her slippery, sloppy depths, monster muscle-penis nailing her into the couch.
CLANG!!!
CLLLAAANNNGG!!
CLANNGGG!!!
‘O fukkkkk…’ Galiana wheezed with every punitive slam of the monster, iron bar of a cock into her cunt. Every single stroke was hammering her booty into the seat beneath – as she well remembered, since she had experienced before. This time she was going into it ass first, bombshell butt-cheeks being battered into the bronze sheet below and the smooth metal bent out of shape to make room for her. Damon’s concentration was ferocious as he continued to set about his task, and the sweat from his brow was dripping all over her tits as he bore down on her.
The more he fucked her, the harder his strokes were, and the deeper she got. Her hands gasped at the fabric pieces on either side to haul her back up or claw her way out, but it was no good. She was disappearing into the sofa. Even as she fucked back, and squeezed her pussy hard, her body was being bent into a U shape, back curled, so that her pussy was sticking upwards, her huge tits were planted flush on top, with her face almost compressed between them. Damon pulled her legs up and hooked them over her head, and that was it – Galiana was just a pussy, pair of tits, and a face, hammered into the sofa between the seat and the back of the couch. No more of her was visible, and she couldn’t get out.
Damon pulled his monster shaft out, aimed it at the blonde whore, and released a thick cannonade of cum that sent half a gallon of hot, sticky semen all over her face, tits, and pussy in four dozen squirts of hot horseloads of the stuff. By the time he had finished, she was drenched, and instantly Dareios appeared on the other side of the couch, prodded his enormous, gleaming member, sliding it over all the glazed mess that his cousin had produced, before mounting the couch from above and face-fucking Galiana from above with heavy, deep, piledriving thrusts. Damon got on the couch too, kneeling in front of Galiana, and threaded his heavy dick through Galiana’s gigantic, round, cum-slick, firm blimp tits, and the cousins took turns synchronising thrusts into the blonde priestess’ maw, before blasting her with more and more loads.
Galiana didn’t get out of her imprisonment for a while, which was just fine by her and the rest of the studs, who could stop by and use her simply as a hole in the orgy as it still went on, with the blonde slut a reliable fixture in a revolving array of partners and positions. The more it went on the more it was clear that endurance was becoming more and more a factor in their overloaded hyperfucking.
Cassandra was once again dominating Spillsby. She was fucking him with every method in her arsenal, all at the same time, and over the course of the orgy, where time seemed to both ebb slowly and race ahead, drained him again and again and again. He busted on her back, shoulders, and head, glueing her brunette tresses to the shaved side of her head when she fitted both his balls into her ass and squeezed. She jug -fucked him with her gigantic hooters in reverse from below while he poised atop her face and she engulfed his bloated double testes straight from her ass in her mouth. Even when he had shot his load all over her pussy from that position and tipped her up on her shoulders, torso pointed upwards, spread her legs and piledriven her into her ground so that the slamming of her head into the floor dislodged some of the padding, the clenching of her vice-tight cunt made him release so much she was able to pump his spunk sixteen feet into air like an exploding oil derrick when he had pulled out. Instantly she was back on him and rode him like a succubus demon, hammering him reverse cowgirl until he again blew his wad into her pink cunt, and then pried open her asshole to let him ram his dick all the way up her bowels, which he did greedily while spanking her ass. Spillsby was hammering her with everything he had, heart pounding, chest thumping, and every time trying to hold his load, with the distance between his copious ejaculations becoming progressively less and less. The more he fucked Cassandra the more her flawless, jacked, endlessly enduring fitness slut body absorbed everything he had and drew another load out of him. After his fourteenth spunk fountain jetted directly into her face, he just hung his cock over her face and both of them noticed that it was slack and flaccid enough to mould itself to her features rather than jut into the air and the bell-end drooped over the back of her head, dripping cum on her twerking ass.
‘Too much for you stableboy?’
