Cumshot continued

It was a good thing that Quinlan wasn’t standing on his tiptoes any longer when he came, as the sheer **** with which cum was now rocketing out of his pisshole actually drove him to stumble backwards a few paces, his hands still clutching his throbbing fuckpole as Riolta sat and watched in wide-eyed silence how the plume of jizz distended itself over her head and continued on its way towards the wall.

His scream being replaced by a rough grunt, Quinlan tightened his hold of his cock and drove Riolta to release a stunned gasp and drop her head back forwards to stare at him with lust burning in her eyes as he steered the continual surge of balljuice down towards her, her pussy so soaked from first handling his ginormous dick and then getting to see him reduce another of her gloves to shreds that she expected to cream herself at the first feel of his jizz washing over her.

Previously, Quinlan had been akin to a geyser when he came, shooting out several massive bursts of cum during course of his orgasm, but now Riolta had apparently succeeded in getting him so riled up that she no longer knew what to compare him to, not when he had gone a lot more than ten seconds without stopping, his balls bouncing up and down in the air on their own volition and his cock throbbing against his hands above them.

But Riolta had other, more pressing matters to attend to, such as finding some more air so she could continue the mad scream that she’d started to let out the same second as his cum had come smacking down onto her protruding boobs, the black-haired, lustful archeress now sitting with her legs spread and her hands pressed against the floor in an attempt to support herself as her own climax came over her in increasingly powerful waves.

It was when Quinlan, who had steered the surge of sperm down across her shoulder and onto her magnificent knockers, twisted his glans upwards so that the spray of jizz was suddenly directed at her face that Riolta’s orgasm reached such heights that it dwarfed the previous ones that she had had so far that day, her whole body trembling wildly as she began to buck her hips up against an imaginary lover, her mouth agape and her slit pulsing until the **** with which girlcum was being expelled from her sex grew so strong that it sent her thong shooting out of it to ricochet its way across the floor several times over before swooping in between Quinlan’s legs and finally come to a stop behind him.

Quinlan seeing Riolta climax that hard resulted in his cum exiting his pisshole at even greater speed and in even greater volumes, her long, delirious scream becoming involved in a lengthy struggle with the sound of his jizz showering down all over her over which of them that was to be heard through practically every room in the mansion and across a good chunk of the neighbourhood.

*****'

Redmond’s eyes shot open in response to the sound of someone screaming, and he was about halfway done rolling over onto his back to come shooting out of bed before a very tangible pressure on his cock reminded him of the fact that he’d gone to sleep with it fit snugly into Alexia’s anus.

Slowed down by the fact that half of his cock was still buried past Alexia’s tight ringpiece, Redmond allowed himself to listen to the screams coming from downstairs and soon concluded that they certainly weren’t screams of fear and that they belonged to Riolta. After wondering for a brief moment whether it was Harold or Hudds who was making the super-stacked brunette scream like that, Redmond decided that he had more pressing matters to attend to and cherished the sound coming from Alexia when he inserted the whole length of his turgid fuckpiece back into her anal passage. Brushing aside the voluptuous blonde teen’s hair to plant a soft kiss on the base of her neck, Redmond decided that since he was already awake and his balls felt as swollen as they had after those three days without any relief that he might wake Alexia up as well, and proceeded to do so through the rhythmic thrusting of his cock in and out of her ass.

*****'

Riolta's arms were now sapped of their strength both thanks to her long, intense climax and the challenge of trying to keep herself in a semi-upright position in the face of the massive amount of jizz that Quinlan was sending her way. The wizard had long since stopped his screaming, instead adopting an almost serene expression as he went about twisting his cockhead so that his cumshot, so far only interrupted once by a few seconds of stillness during the minute or so that had gone by since he had obliterated the hand of the glove, was evenly distributed onto her face, tits, stomach and crotch, though he had developed an ability to send his cum smacking into the floor right in front of her gushing pussy so that thick ropes of the creamy stuff would smatter up onto the insides of her thighs and the puffy lips of her gleaming snatch.

Utterly spent and in **** need of a few moments of rest, Riolta collapsed into a prone position as soon as Quinlan’s ejaculation finally came to an end, a horny gasp blossoming out of her mouth as she watched one last blob of balljuice sail through the air above her.

Her heavy tits rising and sinking as she sucked air back into her lungs, Riolta slid her right hand down between her legs and used it to gently pat her drenched pussy, as though she was thanking it for the intensity of her long orgasm.

She really had no idea of how much time that had passed by the point when Quinlan stepped up to her and placed one foot on each side of her ribs, but she felt like she was going to climax again when she found herself staring down the length of his gargantuan fuckpiece, her tongue coming out to catch the gob of jizz that detached itself from his slobbering cockend to fall down towards her.

“Fuck baby,” Riolta began after she’d made sure to make a show of taking her tongue back into her mouth and gulping down his cum, “you’ve made me cum so hard I can barely even remember my name, and you’ve barely even touched me yet.”

“It’s Riolta,” Quinlan said in an absolutely deadpan manner, “and you’re welcome.”
Riolta coaxed Quinlan into sporting a happy smile through the release of another one of her lovely laughs.

“So,” Riolta was idly diddling herself, “you’re here to see Redmond, right?”

“Uh-huh,” Quinlan looked as though he’d forgotten all about that.

“Well if it’s urgent,” Riolta stopped to blow a few cum-bubbles, “I’ll let you see him after just six or seven more hours of this. Of course, there’s a chance that he comes over to find out what the reason is for my ecstatic screaming and you can tell him then, though I must demand that you keep on fucking me while you do.”

“Fuck!” Riolta exclaimed after Quinlan had doused her face with a blast of precum, the clear fluid being delivered at such speed that it washed away some of the jizz that it was coated with, “You’ve really taken my admission of loving it right in the face and decided to run with it, haven’t you?”

“Yeah…” Quinlan smiled again.

“Well, if you don’t mind, I’d like to go somewhere more private before one of the other sluts shows up and tries to steal you from me,” Riolta said, adding “though you’d probably like the sight of a throng of busty, horny cumsluts fighting over you and your cock.”

“I’ll take that as a yes,” Riolta remarked on the precum that had just doused her face.

“The glove,” Quinlan suddenly remarked, “you put it on…”

“So I should be the one to take it off?” Riolta grinned and then sat herself up after Quinlan had taken a step back.

Riolta had to pause her dirty talk as she worked to get Quinlan’s cock free of the tattered glove, though the moans, cusses and groans that accompanied her baring of inch upon inch of his fat, vein-corded slab of manmeat did serve to make it perfectly clear to him that she didn’t actually have to say anything to sound impossibly erotic, though the horny yelps and dainty little shrieks that she released whenever her efforts resulted in him blasting her with prejizz were head and shoulders above all her other noises as far as he was concerned.

“Hmm,” Riolta let out as she held up the glove between her thumb and index finger, “now what am I to do with this?”

“Well, I think you lost your thong earlier,” Quinlan was helpful enough to suggest.

“Now there’s a thought,” Riolta smacked her lips, “though I was planning to wear them. I guess I’ll just have to do that later.”

Riolta squealed in delight at the streamer of prejizz that sailed past her head, and then positioned herself so that the glove was lined up against her pussy.

“Oh shit,” she gasped at the feel of the wet leather being fed in between the folds of her bald quim, one of the strips of leather that had landed on her nipples earlier now being glued to the jizz-coated muscles of her toned belly, dethroned from its original position by Quinlan’s violent eruption as she let slip one lustful little whimper after another.

“Babe,” Riolta suddenly addressed Quinlan, “come here and shut me up, I’m getting tired of hearing myself.”

Quinlan didn’t exactly share Riolta’s sentiments, but he was quite willing to let her gorge herself on his clublike cockend, soon noting that the change brought on by him fitting the huge, purple crown of his fuckmast into her mouth was that her horny exclamations were now substantially muffled.

There were a few inches of the glove left to be stuffed into her drenched twat when Riolta suddenly became aware of Quinlan’s cock swelling a little in her mouth and then felt her cheeks bulge outwards for a second before a substantial part of his projection of precum disappeared down her gullet and the remainder shot out through her nose.

“Quinlan!” Riolta shrieked out in mild annoyance a few seconds later, coughing and laughing in the wake of he’d just done.

“Sorry,” Quinlan offered, and ended their conversation by plunging the tip of his cock past her lips once more.

“Riolta,” after a few moments more had gone by during which Riolta had drooled over his cockend, Quinlan had pulled back and was now intent to prove himself further to her by doing as much as possible while he was the dominant one, “roll over on your hands and knees.”

Rushing to push the last of the glove into her pink pussy, Riolta then did what he had asked of her, moaning as the sight of her juicy ass prompted him to bombard her back with a long jet of clear, viscid prejizz.

“Good, now keep looking that way,” Quinlan ordered her.

“Want me to count to a hundred as well?”

“Nah,” Quinlan’s reply came as he was moving away from her, and Riolta kept her gaze aimed straight ahead as she heard him stop for a moment before coming back. She then felt something thin and wet being draped across the small of her back, and didn’t need to look past her shoulder to know that Quinlan had just retrieved the other ruined… no, that was the wrong word as far as Riolta was concerned, the other improved glove and was intending to use it somehow.

Letting her appreciation of how Quinlan smacked her right buttock with the palm of his hand be known through an excited scream, Riolta was soon looking down at the floor and gasping through her wide-open mouth as he pushed two of his digits past her cinnamon ring, her arousal increasing as she began to consider just why he was working to relax her viselike asshole.

“Please tell me that that isn’t your cock,” Riolta’s joke had soon resulted in her emitting a breathless sigh as Quinlan removed his fingers from her bung and substituted it with the bulbous tip of his massive fuckpole.

“Press any harder, and I’ll spray girlcum all over your bull balls,” Riolta promised him, and was quite disappointed when he pulled back again.

“I’d make you suck them clean,” Quinlan promised, retrieving the glove from off of her back.

“Baby…” A sough rose from the back of Riolta’s throat as she realized that Quinlan had bunched up the footlong tube of leather and was inserting it into her ass.

So aroused was Riolta by this that by the time that only an inch of the glove remained outside her sphincter to hang down over the thin membrane that separated it from her pussy, all Quinlan needed to do to make the juices spray out of her stuffed pussy was to reach down and run one finger over her engorged clit.

Sitting back, Quinlan could feel his cock throb at the sight of Riolta’s ass jiggling rhythmically as she trashed her way through her sticky orgasm, her face turned to the side and contorted into a lewd, nasty grin as more of her gelatinous juices ended up on the floor.