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New (Old) material redux
🕑 Added 2022-12-14 19:41:44 +0000 UTCHi 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.
