A pretty long cumshare

Riolta didn’t have time to do anything else before she was overcome by the sensation of Holsten’s steel hard prick hammering through her asshole, the young stud deciding to punctuate his sentence with a thrust of his hips that sent his footlong fuck-missile coursing up through Riolta’s pliable sphincter and deep into her bowels. Riolta gasped and lost her voice for a short while, the massive prong’s insertion seeming to shove the air out her body as she accepted the stiff tube of meat in her gorgeous derriere and once again clutched onto the balcony rail. Holsten grunted, astonished at how easily his humongous fuckstaff had been to inject into the stacked archeresses’ tightest hole, and now was free to marvel at the succulent rippling of Riolta’s firm buttocks, the peachy halves of her perfect ass jiggling and juddering from the **** of the way his pelvis had smacked against her ass.

For the moment, Holsten was happy to be behind Riolta on the balcony, figuring that his bosses wouldn’t take too kindly to him reaming one of the guests in the ass in full sight of a packed crowd on the patio below. Nonetheless, he certainly hoped that the patrons downstairs had appreciated the volley of cum that he had ejected over the parapet. As he withdrew all twelve inches of his throbbing fuckmast from Riolta’s elastic asshole, he could at least reflect that no-one would ever believe that he had assfucked Riolta Snow, so provided that no-one saw his face, his job was probably safe.

That was, of course, until Riolta regained her capacity for speech, the huge-titted slut thrusting her massive boobs out over the balcony rail and screaming down below at no-one in particular:

‘OOOOOOOOOOOOHHHHHHHH FUCK HOLSTEN! FUCK MY SLUTTY ASSHOLE YOU MONSERCOCKED STUD, SHEEEEEEEEEEEEEEIT FUUUUUUUUUCK MEEEEEEE!!!!!’

At this point, Holsten didn’t really have the heart to be annoyed at Riolta for advertising his identity in such an obvious way, entrenched as he was balls deep in her wildly expanded cinnamon ring. Any feelings he did have were being channelled to their utmost in the task of increasing the pace of his powerful thrusts, by now jackhammering his rockhard pillar of flesh into the stacked archeresses’ ass, his hand grasping the brunette slut by the shiny black corset she wore.

For her part, Riolta was in her idea of heaven , her legs straight and slightly spread, her ass jutting behind her with a hugely-endowed stud’s cock hanging out of it and the scenario was amplified in its allure for her by the prospect of a captive audience below.

Delighted that she had been blasted by Holsten with a succession of epically-sized facials, Riolta decided to extend the contours of her performance beyond mere spectacle and into the realm of audience participation. As a rope of cum plopped from her chin and spattered onto the flagstones below, Riolta was suddenly moved by a naughty compulsion, and addressed the crowd.

‘Anyone want some of this stud’s cum down there? It’s fucking tasty…’

Celia giggled as she saw Riolta open her mouth and stick her tongue out as far as it would go, a lace of thick cum snaking downwards from the tip of it to swivel in the air.

‘I’ve got fucking loooooads of the stuff…’ announced Riolta as she snapped the rope of semen back up into her mouth before it could drop, swishing it around from cheek to cheek.

Much to her delight as well as the general astonishment of many of the onlookers below Riolta suddenly found herself with a taker for her depraved query, as the chestnut-haired daughter of the daughter mother pair soon found the temptation too much to resist.

Eyes widened everywhere, not to mention a few shafts stiffened to full hardness as the young woman drew the chair back, the piece of metal furniture scraping against the flagstones with a creak.

With tremendous poise and great assurance, the young babe stood. She couldn’t have been older than twenty and her massive tits stretched out the flimsy fabric of the evening gown that she was wearing, the pair of huge knockers projecting hugely out in front of her. Her face still featured the thick line of cum down the centre of it, with a fair amount caked down the centre of her hair in a stripe, and as she drew up properly to stand it was evident that a small tendril jiggled from her chin.

Her mother tipped her glass to her in a small movement, either as salute or direction; it wasn’t easy to read her expression since Holsten’s load had rather splattered her face. Obviously the creamy bolt has caught her directly between the eyes, since the splatter extended outwards in a star shape up into her hair, over her forehead, into both her eyes, across both cheeks and down her nose.
This gesture seemed to fortify the young woman and she made her way determinedly across the flagstones, between tables of astonished diners, quite delicately picking her way across the patio in her platform heeled transparent stripper shoes until she stood more or less underneath where Riolta was being analised.

Nothing needed to be said, and the young vixen signalled that she was ready by inclining her head upwards and opening her mouth. Riolta giggled, whisked her curtain of cream-flecked hair out of the way with her hand and pressed her lips together.

Even though she was getting hammered from behind, as Holsten was getting turned on by what was occurring, Riolta managed to keep the rope of cum that she **** out from between her lips relatively stable, though it jiggled somewhat. Nevertheless, the huge-titted archeress slowly extruded the strand of thick semen until it snaked down in a gluey line about six feet or so.

Suddenly, Riolta let the strand drop, and the long rope fell the remaining twenty feet, to fall with a soft but audible ‘PLOP’ into the young minx’s open mouth, the rest of the creamy load spattering in a line between her big tits.

‘That’s the longest cumshare I’ve ever done,’ Riolta reflected aloud, ‘one for the record books.’

‘You didn’t miss, did you?’ said Holsten.

‘I never miss,’ said Riolta, turning with a smile. While she was otherwise occupied, a thick ribbon of cum dislodged itself from one of her monumental boobs and ended up splattering on the girl’s head, just as she had turned around to begin the journey back to her table. Celia giggled at this, as did the girl’s mother.