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Tharros Cave Orgy 42
🕑 Added 2024-11-17 22:17:25 +0000 UTCHey studs and sluts,
Enjoy the next part of the cave orgy, as some people meet their limits...
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Faslane eventually stopped smashing his clenched fists against his broad chest, and slowly, with a few more limited and progressively fatigued blows, his huge arms slipped away and hung lankly underneath him. That was followed up with a last, long, huge gout of spunk that blasted messily and totally chaotically out of his dick, spasming hard, slow, hard and slow, and with that, the state of total clenching tension and manic exertion slowly fell away from him and he completely succumbed to Lorel’s victory. His limbs became limp, rubbery, and with a final languid spasm, one of total exhaustion, his head, legs, and arms went from rigid to soft.
He was suspended only by his penis and the insanely contorted grip that Lorel’s pussy had on it, so his whole body was hanging there underneath her.
Lorel used the final move of her whole incredibly debauched display of dominance to begin the task of standing fully, the awesome mass of the former cocksmith’s immense and muscularly overdeveloped body slung underneath her. She was still ever so slightly in a crouch as her swollen cunt hugged Faslane into her. Slowly, the smooth and sleek muscles in her quads bulking and flexing, she strained, cinched her muscles and pulled herself fully up in her stance and locked her legs so that her frame was in a strict ‘A’ shape and her legs straightened tautly, like a powerlifter driving herself up.
Under her, Faslane wasn’t moving.
His huge, ripped body had lost something of its turgid, normally hypertrophic nature. There was a slight slackness and a lack of the usual definition amongst the broad bulges and curves of his body. It was almost as if he had been drained, and he was somewhat desiccated.
As Lorel’s legs locked, the blonde vixen turned her head and looked at Dareios with a challenging expression.
She gave him a look that would melt steel, even as the stud drilled Galiana who herself was squirting helplessly, Dareios being so enthralled by the spectacle of Lorel utterly destroying Faslane that his fuck trunk was hammering relentlessly with two-foot strokes into her squishy depths and there was no sign of let up.
As Lorel gave Dareios a deliberate, completely self-assured, nasty, narrow-eyed smirk of dominance, she very slowly, very dextrously, so that everyone could see, allowed Faslane’s absolutely monstrous cock ease from her pussy.
There was a little bit of give, and the first couple of inches of the vein-riddled cock stalk emerged in a quick jerk, the bloated root of the monstrous tool flush against the lips of her splayed labia.
Then Lorel stopped the movement abruptly by quickly and decisively clenching her slick pussy, so that everyone could see fully.
When everyone was staring raptly at the couple of inches that were disclosed of the root of the brawny stud’s muscular hog, Lorel, with remarkable and amazing control of her vaginal walls, almost as if she was squeezing it from her, though the opposite was true, allowed another six inches of the forearm-thick vein-crammed monster schlong to extrude, with glacial, inexorable slowness from her sopping, velvety cooch.
She held him there, then stopped it again, so that Faslane was hanging from her with about nine long inches of his fleshy clublike cum-cannon exposed, sticking from her gluey cunt, and then smiled and suddenly unclenched her quim so that the rest of his gargantuan spunk-staff suddenly slipped from her slick honey tunnel.
‘ooops…’
Faslane dropped two and a half feet and smashed into the floor on his back.
There was a thundering boom sound that reverberated around the room.
The lights, as they had when Jizzelle had been comprehensively vanquished by the alpha superstud that was currently railing Galiana, slowly dimmed. They were all aware of gathering darkness in the room, and then everything went completely dark. They stayed like that for three or four seconds.
‘Two down,’ said Tamara from the pool, in the gloom.
Then the lights came up again as they had before.
When they did, they disclosed Lorel, standing over Faslane, still, straight, erect. Her arms were by her sides. As the lights reached their maximum illumination, she clenched both her fists tightly, purposefully, and everyone saw her completely jacked body, muscles corded and veins sticking out on her tattooed arms, teeth bared and eyes blazing in a wild stare, fixed forwards.
She raised both her arms up slowly in a power stance, as if she were lifting an imaginary barbell, until they were level with her tits.
‘RRRRRRAAAAAAAAAAAGGGGGHHHHHHHHHHHH!!!!’
An absolutely volcanic blast of girlcum was ejected from Lorel’s pussy in a thick, rich deluge of girlcum. It exploded from between her legs in an effulgent stream, blasted out of her, a thick heavy curtain of the stuff, a waterfall that stretched from her gushing pussy to Faslane’s body. It lasted for fifteen full seconds, during which the stacked blonde hardbody teen didn’t move one single muscle, whole body clenched in one final triumphant orgasm as her pleasure centres overloaded all together and her body evacuated every ounce of ejaculate it could, all over Faslane.
It splattered over him like a heavy, hot, gluey shower.
That woke him up.
After the first clench of her convulsion, Lorel finally relaxed her stance, and the gorgeous blonde cumming vixen tipped her groin forwards, pushing her pussy out, and teased her cunt open with the middle and index fingers of her right hand, making it so that the final releases of her spasming cunt were ejected further forwards, arcing over Faslane’s chest and face.
He came to, sputtering as Lorel’s pussy juices pissed all over his face. Blubbering and shaking his jowls, he shook his face side by side in the stream, rapidly moving his face side to side as the gelatinous spew of girlcum spattered on it.
Finally, Lorel stopped cumming.
Her cunt was like a funnel where hot billows of steam were furling out of between her legs. Casually, the stacked whore wafted her hand back and forwards to disperse it as if it was nothing.
Then she got on her knees between Faslane’s splayed legs.
‘Well will you look at this…’
Lorel reached down between Faslane’s legs. She wrapped her fingers around the base of his shaft. Hefting it, she twisted her wrist and pulled it upwards.
It was no longer hard. The previously steel-solid rigid length was still thick and bloated, but it was not turgid any more. The whole cylinder of beefy brawn now had a spongy consistency to the touch, and the blonde minx was able to squeeze her grip so that her fingers could meet around it, such was the give in the tissue. Wielding it at the base and turning it, the long, flaccid length tilted upwards but lolled and tipped over. From Faslane’s groin, where she held it, the huge dick was like a drooping arch, the blunt, heavy head connecting with the defeated stud’s sternum.
Finally, the gigantic mega-dick she herself had created, gleaming, thick veins webbing the surface, still vast, heavy, hot and throbbing, was floppy.
‘I’ve checked, stud. It’s fucking empty.’
She waved it around from the base. The huge obscene, vein-riddled monster fuckpiece whirled like a soft, flaccid mace.
Lorel stopped twirling the mega dick and pointed the shaft at her face so that the huge, smooth, glossy, gleaming bell-shaped tip was a couple of inches from her lips.
‘No hard feelings Faslane… I mean, in your case, literally…’
Lorel winked at him and moulded both of her sexy lips to the tip of the cum tube, and gave the whole a luxurious, tongue-swirling suck, and then made out with it like it was a mouth, giving the most sensual slurping attention, dipping her tongue into his pisshole, and then withdrawing with the sloppiest ‘SSSLLLUUUUPPPPOP!’ imaginable.
Faslane had by now stopped gasping and had fully regained his faculties. He sighed, but not the sigh of abject defeat, but of resignation tinged with contentment. If nothing else, he was fully satisfied, and there was no shame in losing out to Lorel.
In fact, Lorel gaze him a conspiratorial wink and a sympathetic smile, and then nuzzled up to him. Faslane had just enough energy to throw his arm wide and she slid up his body and put her head in the crook of his neck and shoulder.
‘Told you I’d break you.’
‘Yeah…’
‘It’s not so bad, is it?’
‘No.’
Lorel inclined her head up to Faslane, tilting it, and she kissed him deeply. She gave him the same kind of attention as she had his bell-end, and his addled head was soon swimming with the dextrousness of her agile tongue squirming in his mouth. She withdrew her face and applied it to his broad chest, and lapped up he pussy juices from the crevices and ridged lines between his pecs, then passed it back to him.
‘Fuck!!!’
The sound of a final climactic fuck-session coming to its end was just a few metres away.
There was a slick trail of white, thick cum, more of a puddle really but there was a shape to it as if something had been dragged through the middle, smearing it. The trail led to the wall, where it was evident that Cassandra was just putting the finishing touches to the knock-down-drag out affair with Spillsby. She had him against the wall, broad back propped against it and legs extending away, and the buxom, sweat-gleaming amazonian whore had mounted him, legs either side, feet on the floor, hunkering over him in a crouch, and his immense skyward-pointing fucklog was spearing in and out of her radically distended asshole, which she was bouncing up and down on him.
Cassandra’s round, meaty, globular booty was keeping a quick, regular, efficient pace, swallowing every inch of Spillsby’s monstrously engorged dick every single stroke, and she had her arms against his shoulders for balance. Spillsby’s arm themselves were flopped on the floor at either side of him. He had nothing left.
‘Fuck you – fuck you – fuck you – fuck you – hhhhmmmmppf – fuck you fuck you fuck you…’
Cassandra had simplified her normally copious dirty talk to a simple epithet.
Spillsby’s eyes were only half open and his tongue was hanging out of his mouth.
Cassandra whipped round, cast her leg over the beleagued stableboy, and then, without taking his dick from her asshole, rode him relentlessly in a reverse-stripper-squat twerk, upping the pace until her huge round booty globes were clapping against each other and his groin as she hammered into him.
‘UUUUUNNNUNUNUNUNNNUNNNNNNNNNNNNUUUUGHGHGHGHGHGHGHGHGHGHGHH!!’
Spillsby didn’t move a muscle as he came. He had no energy left whatsoever.
His tortured, bloated dick belched three dozen sticky spurts into Cassandra’s guts, and for every one of them, she raised her ass up and brought it down hard.
Casting an eye over her shoulder, when the pulsing of the behemoth tool was over, Cassandra saw that Spillsby’s eyes had rolled into his head. She unsheathed his groin-gun from her butthole. It came away with a heavy plop, and then a bucketful of thick, white, lumpy gunk just coursed in a heavy horseload from the dismorphically expanded hole all over Spillsby’s dick.
Steam was coming up from it as it was ladled all over him.
‘Well he won’t be trying that again,’ Cassandra said, metaphorically dusting herself off.
Lorel was passing, on her way over to Galiana and Dareios.
‘Think again sis, looks like your boy’s got more left in the tank…’
Cassandra turned, and was both surprised and not surprised in equal measure to see Spillsby’s spunk-splattered member standing up, inflated, from his groin, as tall as it ever was. He had an idiot grin, and started waggling the fuck-flagpole at her.
The busty templar compressed her thumb and index finger to the bridge of her nose.
‘Fuck me. What the hell do I have to do with this kid.’
Lorel continued a hip-swinging saunter over to Galiana and Dareios. The alpha stud was hypnotised by the teen priestesses’ appearance as she approached confidently, flawlessly tanned, shimmering golden skin, sleek, well-defined muscles in her ripped waist above her curvy hips, and that absolutely immense pair of spherical jugs that protruded out of her chest.
‘I dealt with the competition,’ she said.
‘I saw.’
‘Next I’ll deal with you.’
‘Huh.’
Lorel gazed into Dareios’s eyes as the behemoth cocksmith sawed his gigantic fuckstick into Galiana’s pussy from behind, the delirious blonde’s downthrust tits and bubble butt both clapping in synch as he smashed her.
Lorel smooshed her gargantuan fuck-pillows together with her arms and drooled into the cavern of her cleavage, letting the rope of salvia dangle from the tip of her tongue, flickering it up and down.
‘Cum on Dareios, pump that slut and cum for these huge fucking tits you donkey-dicked cock-mutant!!! Spray all your spunk in that slut’s tight little slot for me!!!’
With that command, Dareios roared and unloaded in Galiana’s fuck box. The blonde head priestesses’ head came up, and Lorel saw her eyes go wide and her mouth flap open in a mixture of ecstasy and alarm as Dareios dug both his meaty hands into her pump, firm, bronzed rump cheeks as he clung her to him and exploded inside her.
‘FFFFUUUUUUUCCCCCKKKK!!!’
It went on for a long time. If she had a watch, Lorel would have performatively checked it.
Dareios was looking only at Lorel as his churning nutsack emptied its roiling contents into the depths of Galiana’s snatch, the churning orbs pulsing load after load after load into the big-titted blonde vixen. When it was done, he lifted off his hands from her booty, and she slid, very slowly, inch by inch off the still turgid, cum-dripping flesh mast, waving dazedly at Lorel as she went down, before faceplanting on the floor as her well-fucked cunt popped off the tip of the obscene dong.
WHUMP
‘Well well well…’ Lorel said.
‘Just the two of us standing.’ Dareios said.
His dick was still hard, and it was pointing directly at her, cum roping in long drips from the tip.
‘To be continued…’ Lorel said mysteriously. ‘Come on Galiana, I’ve got a job for you! Dareios, drag that big hunk of meat over here. And I don’t mean your dick!’
