Lea’s blasted with cum

Fat ropes of precum were falling onto the floor from the cock of each stud, shaken loose by the throbbing of their massive fuckpoles as each man kept his gaze on Lea, the sound of their clear prejizz raining down onto the wooden floorboards beneath their feet mixing with that of their dark grunts, with that of long, fat releases of their jizz smacking against the delectable teenaged slut’s soft, smooth skin and that of her moaning and yelping in ecstasy as yet more spunk was glued to her bronzed skin.

While Lea remained on her knees, her face hidden underneath a thickening mask of balljuice and her pussy juicing furiously while her asshole throbbed as the thought raced around somewhere in the back of her head that as soon as they were done blowing their loads all over her, at least one of the three magnificent studs currently towering over her would bury his cock balls-deep in her rectum, the trio of men began adjusting their aims. Kamil was the first to place one hand on top of his cock, exerting himself by pressing it downwards until the fourth massive blast of jizz that cleared his pisshole this time around sailed forwards, cutting through the air at great speed and at an even angle, impacted with a loud, soaked “SPLAT!” against the narrow depths of Lea’s stupendous cleavage.

Dareios was the first to follow Kamil’s lead. As soon as he saw Lea’s huge boobs jostling in the wake of the blast that had smacked against them, covering the entire top of her cleavage with a glossy white layer that spread out onto the inner swell of her magnificent knockers, he too aimed his cock towards her chest, while the contents of his fourth surge of spunk were already distending itself from her chin and jawline, forming into a multitude of cum-tendrils as it made its way down towards her toffee-tanned breasts.

Damon did the same just seconds later, and began jerking his cock in an effort to make the next blast of cum arrive quicker from the depths of his bloated ballsack, in which his testes were throbbing obscenely as they churned out more spunk. Dareios and Kamil soon followed his example, leaving Lea with the sight of three huge-dicked studs jerking off for her, pumping their cocks with zealous dedication whilst having them aimed at her stacked body. It was almost enough to make her cum, and she hurried to thrust out her chest a little further while opening her mouth wide and sticking out her tongue, giggling at the thought that this last act would most likely not distract any of the studs from hosing her chest down with thick spunk.

The three men unleashed their next projections of jizz almost as one, three lengthy projectiles of pearly white stretching themselves out in the air in front of Lea, who gasped with excitement as she watched them draw nearer, both to her and to each other. A few feet in front of her, the dense bolts of balljuice collided with each other, forming into a solid blob of viscous fluid that was carried forwards by the remaining momentum of the three separate blasts, swirling end over end like a cannonball right up till the moment when it hit Lea’s expansive chest with just too little **** to send her flying onto her heart-shaped ass.

Vaguely aware of the fact that every other slut in the room, with the exception of a dazed Galiana, was currently playing with herself whilst watching her being treated to a three-cock ejaculation, Lea remained still, bracing herself and feeling her juices trickling down her legs as Kamil, Dareios and Damon all kept on jerking their cocks while keeping them aimed at her.

At no point did they manage to repeat the feat of sending cum bursting towards her at exactly the same time, but the trio of studs did manage to thoroughly shower Lea with their collective load, wringing out serving upon serving of thick spunk that ended up glued to her skin or clinging to her charcoal-black hair until it started to appear as though someone had grabbed Lea by the ankles and dipped her head first into a river of cum.

As the last few ropes of cum that sailed out of the men’s cock splattered down onto the floor in front of her, Lea sat perfectly still, revelling once more in the sensation of having her body glazed with warm, dense balljuice and the knowledge of just how lucky a slut she was.

She was still lost in such thoughts when Kamil walked up towards her, though the sight of his humungous schlong flexing and throbbing slowly as it bobbed in front of him brought her mind back to the present, and she had just enough time to return his tender smile before he’d pressed the plump crown of his dick against her soft, cum-drenched lips. Spitting a mixture of saliva and jizz onto Kamil’s cockend, Lea responded to him pressing his cock tighter against her lips by suddenly tilting her head back, causing his cock to go sliding across her now upturned face, forcing thick ropes of cum out of its way while she smiled up at him with her eyes.

Grinning happily, Kamil began to slide his cockhead all over Lea’s face, dragging the fat, spongy crown of his fuckmast all over her cheeks and chin and lips, its bulk being such that it pressed her nose downwards when he slid it over it.

“Damon, right?” Kamil asked a short time later, looking back at the darker of the two muscular warrior-studs that he’d joined forces with in ploughing Galiana’s ass and covering his girlfriend with cum.

“Uh-huh,” Damon nodded.

“I was wondering if you wouldn’t mind fucking my girlfriend’s throat,” Kamil said, glancing down at Lea to see her eyes lit up and hear an excited coo roll past her lips.

Meanwhile, as they were no longer captivated by the spectacle of the sexy Lea disappearing underneath that torrential downpour of spunk, Kyla and Faye had turned their attention towards Galiana. As the two young blondes got down on their knees behind their blonde, naked and thoroughly satisfied superior, they noticed that she looked somewhat taken by having had a grand total of roughly fifty inches of cockmeat entrenched in her ass. In fact, Galiana was producing a steadfast but faint moaning sound, barely more than a whisper, as she remained slumped on the floor, her shins, knees and tits pressing against it while her bubble butt was pointing straight up into the air.

“Wow,” Faye began as she leaned in over Galiana’s ass to marvel at the dramatically distended shape of her sphincter, “I never thought an ass could gape quite that wide…”

“Mmm, it looks wide enough to bury your whole face inside it!” Kyla replied, with girlish enthusiasm.

“That sounds like a challenge…” Faye purred, curling her lips into a nasty grin.
During the time that it had taken the two young acolytes to carry out this short conversation, Kamil had pulled Lea up on her feet, making her yelp with excitement before Damon shut her up by ramming his cock past her soft lips.

Currently, Kamil had moved in behind Lea, and was making her moan around Damon’s cock as it pounded its way deeper into her throat through the way in which he was rubbing his cockhead against her widened, glistening wet cinnamon ring.

A few yards from where Lea was about to be filled up with cock at both ends, Cassandra and Tamara were sitting a few feet apart, both of them having one hand between their legs, playing with their pussies, though their expressions made it seem as though they were on the verge of a more serious conversation.

“So, how should we proceed with…” Cassandra began, only to fall conspicuously silent when Dareios stepped up next to her and had the whole eighteen-inch length of his cock laid out in front of her face.

“Harlan…” Seri gasped while her eyes raced along the immensely thick shape of her husband’s newly enhanced cock, guessing it to be somewhere in the same league as Kamil’s schlong in terms of length, thus spanning roughly sixteen inches from its base to where its head was pressing against the swollen lips of her soaking wet honeypot, and her arm in terms of girth.

Seri’s husband didn’t respond, instead choosing to stop gawping at his now ginormous monster of a cock and instead turn his attention towards his arms, bending the right one and grunting at the sight of the thick, powerful muscles flexing and bulging as he tensed it up.

“Huh,” Harlan commented on the enhanced shape of his arms, then shrugged his shoulders and proceeded to pull the tunic up over his head and tossing it aside, his newfound strength ensuring that he threw it much further than he had intended to, meaning that it sailed out through the open window rather than landing on the chair next to it, which had been his intended target.

For her part, Seri moaned with raw lust as she took in the hard, well-defined muscles that her husband’s torso now consisted of. Gone was the excess fat and the potbelly, replaced two neat, dense rows of abdominal muscles stacked on top of each other and a pair of pecs that looked like those of the towering male figures that stood statue outside of the priestesses’ destroyed temple.

But again, Seri’s gaze drifted back to Harlan’s cock. She loved her husband dearly, and had never found their lovemaking to be unsatisfying. But the size-queen in her that had been immensely attracted to Harlan ever since that fateful night all those years ago in her parents’ barn when he’d dropped his trousers and revealed to her that he was most well-hung young man in all of Argyle was now shrieking with joy. Not only did her husband now look like a muscular young god, but he was sporting a steel-hard erection that would have most male deities going green with envy.

Having already flexed his arms, Harlan now decided to see if he could do the same with another muscular-looking part of his anatomy, and Seri’s eyes almost crossed at the way in which the mushroom-shaped head of her husband’s cock suddenly surged upwards, pushing her labia further apart as the precum that was pouring out of his pisshole started to mix with the juices that were gushing out of her bright pink snatch.

“Harlan… you look like you did when we first met,” Seri said, recalling mental images of a young, muscular Harlan hovering over her as he took her anal virginity back when they were still not out of their teens.

“I’m not sure about that, honey,” Harlan scratched his head and offered his wife a lop-sided grin, “I don’t remember being hung like a fucking horse back when I was eighteen.”

While he spoke, Harlan undid his belt and flipped open the buttons of his ruined trousers, and proceeded to make it impossible for Seri to come up with a coherent response to his comment through the way in which he gently rolled his hips up and down, to the effect that his plump cockhead was rubbing against her bald, wet pussy as he began wiggling out of his trousers.

Reaching out with his hands, Harlan smiled with satisfaction at the horny moan that Seri unleashed when he made contact with her huge tits, the smile widening as he began to move them over the firm mass of her breasts as they projected out far in front of her voluptuous body over the top of her slutty corset.

When he caught her nipples between his fingers, Harlan gave each of them a gently squeeze that produced another, longer and hornier, moan from his wife, one that gave way to an excited shriek when the feel of her tits against his hands made him pump out a fat blast of prejizz that went surging directly up into her quivering snatch.
Again, Harlan shifted his weight and moved his hips, forcing his shredded trousers further down his legs, the belt flopping about as the pants settled around his knees.

His actions also caused the purple crown of his throbbing fuckpiece to disappear up into his wife’s tight, warm snatch, the circumference of his cockend pushing her pussy lips even further apart before her gaze became temporarily unfocused and a relatively small amount of girlcum cleared her stuffed honeypot to splatter down onto the vein-ridged trunk of his schlong.

Slowly moving his hands to the sides of Seri’s knockers, Harlan held onto them whilst gritting his teeth and pulling back, inching the bulbous crown of his cock back out of her wet pussy, savouring how the raptured expression that was glued to her face was transformed into a disappointed pout when his dick was finally extracted from her honeybox.

Moving quickly, Harlan rid himself of his trousers to stand completely naked before Seri, whose face was once again glowing with awe as she took in the transformation into a super-stud that her husband had undergone, then brought his hands to her waist and spun her around on the six-inch stiletto heels of her ankle boots.

Seri gasped with anticipation at the feel of Harlan’s right hand pushing against the small of her back, cajoling her upper body into lowering itself forwards while the immensely thick shaft of his cock became trapped between her buttocks. Knowing exactly where she wanted him to stick the sixteen-inch pillar of fuckmeat that now exploded out from underneath his muscular abdomen, Seri reached back and grabbed hold of her asscheeks, pulling the tanned, firm globes apart to have Harlan’s dick sink further into her anal cleavage, where its girth caused her bronzed asscheeks to be pushed even wider apart, almost slipping out of her grasp.

Next, Seri began seesawing back and forth , dragging the underside of her husband’s cock over her anus, almost whimpering with raw lust at the prospect of what was to come as she teased her tightest hole with Harlan’s member. For his part, through his now massive fuckmast, Harlan could make out that Seri’s bunghole wasn’t the miniscule little balloon-knot shape that it had every morning when she awoke, but had assumed a wide, gaping shape, an unmistakable sign that she’d already been assfucked this morning, probably more than once.

Forming his lips into a loving smile at how much of a buttslut his sexy wife really was, Harlan spotted her looking up at him over her shoulder with a loving smile of her own as he began to pull back, lining his cock up with the entrance to her ass.