Fire the guns!

Two sexy people on an impossible mission, it was against the laws of physics that Uraca’s son’s unbelievable monstercock could fit in that redhead’s tight bunghole. Nonetheless they both tried and his mother could witness first hand how Fiametta’s tightest hole rose up to the challenge and tried to widen as the head of Centurion’s man hood pressed down ever harder. It reminded Uraca of a stone shot from a catapult hitting soft earth, creating a crater, as the redhead’s muscle seemed to pile up around the intruder, hugging it with all the love it could give. Everything seemed to happen awfully slow.

Naturally it wasn’t actually occurring in slow motion, they were just careful, forgotten was their audience as most of the peachy head got swallowed and her hungry cinnamon ring and his foreskin could finally met. Centurion’s cream covered sisters watched in utter awe and with open mouths, as Fiametta’s love muscle crawled forward, swallowing up the ridge of the head with a wet audible sound and finally connected to the slightly less thick but still mighty shaft of Centurion’s meaty pole.

The new born stud couldn’t quite realize what had just happened and stopped the action, something that Fiametta couldn’t let happen. “No…,” the so devishly teased wench howled in frustration, “Come… go on… fuck my ass, you can’t stop now! Take that big fucking piece of massive fuck meat you stole off a horse and fucking use IT… ON… FUCKING… ME…!”

A giggle erupted from Uraca’s throat, Fiametta could be quite demanding if she got the idea someone wasn’t motivated enough to give her his or her best performance after she offered to fuck them. Speaking of which, Uraca’s own holes desperately needed attention and since Fiametta was busy her own fingers had to help out, one hand was now fucking Fulca’s ass, the other one playing with her own twat.

Next to Fiametta the blonde twins Jimena and Ximena still knelt. They never had had the privilege of being bedded by her, as they had still been too young before the captain had started her voyage but their big sister had told them about the fiery redhead almost every time she had sneaked into the twins’ bedroom to have some fun. Apparently the only thing their mother had liked more than fucking Fiametta had been watching Fulca fuck with her, waiting for them to be sweaty, juice covered and almost delirious after a series of orgasms before she joined them.

Now Jimena and Ximena smiled at each other and let their hands wander off, their left started to massage Fiametta’s knockers, while their rights got themselves wet with twat juice before sneaking up to fondle their brother’s muscular balls. This sent a jolt through him, making groaned and suddenly push onward, sinking at least four inches into Fiametta’s gorgeous ass.

“FFFUCK… DAMN IT!” The Capitana howled and immediately pushed upwards devouring two more inches and so started their fucking, both pulling out or down, before pushing back just using the first few inches. Nonetheless with each movement Centurion sank deeper into his moaning lover, while his sisters chuckled right by them, baiting each other for another daring move.

Suddenly Ximena made that move by planting a kiss on the immense shaft of her oldest brother’s cock. This evoked a collective and rather shocked gasp from all those islanders who could witness this affection. Centurion’s fuck piece was a beautiful specimen of powerful maleness, but traditionally on the island family related men and women stayed away from such intimate moments. On the other hand these kinds of contacts were viewed as decadence in Tharros, after all there were enough nice cocks around anyway, but it wasn’t outright taboo. This meant that among the fringes of the upper class it was an enticing if not entirely fashionable thing to do.

Uraca had never encouraged such behaviour among her offspring, although she knew that Fulca had once faked to be under the influence of a powerful aphrodisiac just so that the twin boys would feel obligated to double stuff that hungry asshole of hers. Uraca hadn’t had any problems with sucking the juice out of that rearmost honeybox later, despite knowing that the young men hid behind a curtain watching them. She had even heard the servant girl gag and moan, after Echedey and Cayotano had pulled her into their hideout to feed her their once again hardened cocks.

Nonetheless having sex in the open among family members was rare in the Montclair clan, yet as Jimena joined her sister in kissing her brother’s manhood, not a single woman of the city could have blamed the girls for servicing that magnificent cum cannon. The piece in question still being pistoned in and out of Fiametta’s welcoming, if seriously stretched, bung hole. He did this at a pace that prevented the girls plan to trace the giant veins which wriggled their way over the mighty shaft with their tongues. Instead they simply pressed their big lips on it and let his salty meat rub over them.

Each of them still had one hand playing with the captain’s honey gushing cunt, while the other one massaged Centurion’s swollen balls, hoping to evoke a cum storm from them. Their mother watched with jealous appetite. She had never directly interacted with her sons’ genitals but this…. cock… was such a piece of art, that even the most chaste goddess would have been tempted to let him screw her a for a century or two, until he had fucked her brains out of all holes so thoroughly that she forgot her own name. The head of the family wasn’t sure she could say no, if her firstborn would present his pole to her. Her foaming twat was testament to that and while she continued to rub herself to another dozen orgasms or so, little fountain after fountain of tasty juice erupted from her juicing love cave.

Only her ass protested, empty as it was, but it couldn’t be helped. Her other hand was still busy fucking dear Fulca’s greedy backdoor, and her daughter’s blissful moans, which she uttered while nursing on her mum’s teat, were too much of a reward to stop fingering her now.

Suddenly her day dream like state was broken by a hushed word. “M…. mom…?” She recognized the voice as that of Cayotano and looked to her right. He was naked, exposing his lean but muscular body, which was turned sideways to his mother. His brother Echedey mirrored the position and their backs were arched slightly backwards. Obviously both young men had pushed their hips forward and right then Uraca noticed what they wanted to show her…

Tonalnan’s exotic drink had blessed them both. Her twin sons, once both unsure about the size of their equipment were now granted cocks almost rivalling that of her older brother’s in sheer size if not power. Each of the new born ramrods protruded at least 18, if not 19 inches in front of their masters on their thick keels and were fed by finger thick veins, hugging their shafts like male vipers would a female of their kind during mating season. Below them dangled colossal sacks, filled with the delicious ammunition for these cannons. Their foreskins had surrendered to two giant purple cock heads and Uraca watched fascinated how they touched and both men’s precum jointly formed a pyramid of the thick half transparent fluid on top their meeting point.

This touching of cocks was the reason, why they curved a little and their entire length could not be determined outright but it also had not been the boy’s choice because now Uraca allowed the rest of the picture to sink into her eyes.

None other than Teyacapan, the majordomo of the islanders' queen, knelt between the twins. Her strong and experienced hands kept the boys right on the edge, evoking more and more precum but not allowing any fancy business with real cum. Only once every minute or so, did the bronzed milf kiss, lick or nibble on their balls, groaning heavily and letting her lust vibrate through their bodies. Meanwhile Uraca enjoyed the view. Teyacapan was naked except for her elaborate headdress. That belly was still taut, although the once famed six pack was no longer as pronounced as it had been in her youth and her huge milk rack, which had fed quite a lot of Islanders, sagged a little but together with large piercing bars crowing her nipples she was still a sight to behold.

Echedey and Cayotano seemed to think the same because instead of trying to break free, both only pressed their giant erections harder into Teyacapan’s hands. Finally the experienced woman spoke with an accented voice, which gave Uraca goose bumps and made her more sensitive parts tingle for a whole minute or two.

“Excuse this interruption by an unworthy horny whore, Lady Montclair, but you have two such very well-mannered boys.” She chuckled which made all three Montclairs gasp and evoked another outpour of love juice from them. “You see, the male mind gets a bit clouded right after these growth spurts, like you have seen with Centurion.” She rubbed both shafts lovingly, teasing the boys some more.

“I wanted to help them out and asked them, if they would like to test their newfound hardness with the holes of a really experienced slut.” She made a little pause, as if she had to remember what happened next. “But they told me, that they could not and I may quote – lay with a foreign woman – if their mother doesn’t agree.” Teyacapan put a look of mocked indignity on her face. “So, from one thousand times fucked milf slut to the other, would you allow these two super studs, who you call your sons, to slam their giant cum spears into all my greedy horny holes, until I forget where, who and what I am and they pump their godly nectar into me, until I’m nothing more but an overflowing bottle filled with fuck juice?”

Uraca could feel her body scream – take me not her – but she was an honoured guest and so the pale haired business woman nodded with all the dignity left to an orgasming lady, while Fulca finally ended her sucking. Both her eyes had been transfixed on her brothers and now she made a comment, while Teyacapan just smiled, raised her head and first sucked the precum pyramid from both cocks, before sucking directly at their heads.

“Fuck!” Screamed Fulca. “How did they get so huge too!? Dammit Bolian fuck me harder! No… not my cunt, stick that fucking cock up my fucking ass and take me like the fucking cock whore I am!”

A smile could be seen on Uraca’s face as she pulled her fingers out of her daughter’s pulsing backdoor. Bolian’s cock might help her feed that need but her mother doubted that he could completely sate it. Fulca was a gangbang slut and would need a lot more cocks. Bolian was a good stud but he couldn’t replace 5 other men.

On the other side of her Teyacapan giggled heartily, sucking on both cock heads had made the boys spew more precum – just as planned and now the islander slut’s head was covered in the half transparent fluid. Gracefully the bronze skinned woman got up and grabbed the cocks just under the head’s edge. She gave their mother one last smile before turning and pulling them with her, making sure to swing her large granite ass. Echedey and Cayotano still looked at their mother, they seemed unsure if they would not prefer to stay but Uraca waved them good bye and smiled when Teyacapan spoke again.

“Come on boys, it is unhealthy to stare on so much fuck meat without using your dick on some wench. Oh, and we still have to determine which of you gets to plough my ass last.”

All the while a tragedy took place between Uraca’s legs, which demanded her attention quite loudly. “FUCK YOU AND YOUR FUCKING GIANT COCK!” Screamed Fiametta, her large tits were pressed onto the floor and her ass was high up in the air, so that Centurion could pile drive into that tightest of holes – or so it was planned.

“C…ca… can’t…” Was all he mumbled and at least 2 inches of his pillar were still outside of their intended storeroom.

“I want you BALLS DEEP, now pull out a bit and RAM it the FUCK back IN you stud!” Fiametta was really angry, this was the first time she had gotten the fattest fucking cock in the room before Tonalnan or Nzinga and now he couldn’t go all in, it was embarrassing.

“Capitana Godeke,” it was Jimena who spoke, “I think he really can’t go back or forth, I’m afraid his penis got so hard and big inside of you that he's just stuck now.”

“Yes,” offered her sister, “Your booty is simply too tight for him.” And with that she started to French kiss Fiametta, while her twin nimbly slipped between the redhead’s legs and started to eat her out. They obviously hoped that this would lift her mood. Fiametta did not complain and enjoyed the special attention but she was still very upset about the whole cock and ass business.

Just then Uraca wanted to say something, but her open mouthed head was pulled to one side and a cock was shoved in, or part of it – a very small part in deed. Despite a good guess, the taste was a bit off; she needed to look up, to know who was using her like this.

It was her warden Laureq, who like her twin sons had finished his drink and was now desperately looking for something to use his growing pride on.

“I… I am sorry, Milady… but I really need… to…. To… FUCK....” He didn’t came right away, but Uraca’s chuckle, due to his intrusion, ended and her eyes widened, as his precum flooded her mouth, bulging her cheeks. Within seconds after the taste, she could feel her twat tightening right before another orgasm hit her.

Over the years she had become a gifted swallower but she noticed that it still was only precum, so there was no need to be overly greedy, she **** and spat the meat lance back out, making it wave over her tits, having them covered in a nice layer of Laureq’s precum. A masterpiece such as this couldn’t go unnoticed by Fulca for long, and while Bolian did his best to fuck her into oblivion she still grabbed for the ward’s cock with both hands, immediately impaling her throat on it while the owner did his best to fuck back, and his cock practically grew into her mouth to reach its full potential.

Below them Uraca could just watch and caress Laureq’s balls, while she was in awe of what he had become. He was the shortest of the four, although short was relatively meaningless, when it was applied to a slut slayer of eventually at least 17 inches, with the biggest cock head she had seen in a while. Teasing him by licking under the edge of it would be a pleasure and her whole body shook in anticipation, as she remembered how fond the boy was of her ass. Her cinnamon ring quivered at the thought of Laureq spearing that hole soon with his new maleness.

She scanned the room real quick. In one corner sat young Mario, quite happily holding Doctor Shirat’s head down as she'd just finished deep throating his cock to the balls and was now trying to get his gemstones into her mouth too, or at least lick them, while her butt cheeks were parted by two massive hands belonging to a heavy set islander with an absurdly fat cock between his legs that shook lazily while its owner ate Sovia’s ass with gusto. Later she would learn that this was Tonalnan’s cook Chipahua – a very gifted man indeed.

More in the centre of the room lay Uraca’s scribe Alexandro and tried his best not to move too much, while that obsidian giantess rode his face with her honey spewing twat, groaning loudly. His other end was occupied by Mallinda, Uraca’s most competent spice trader, only recognizable by her raven coloured locks, while the rest of her head had disappeared between the night toned half globes that protected Nzinga’s favorite hole.

Behind that group good old Allrich, although grey of hair, had still a raging boner of his own, that well used 12 incher was currently being polished by that cup bearer Ichtaca, but the white haired Montclair knew her trusted advisor too well, it was only a matter of minutes, until his meat would end up in Mallinda’s cinnamon store. It was nothing personal, but buggering a coworker was simply hotter than fucking some random slut.

The four island guards still stood watch at one wall, next to each other but their feet a bit further apart, because in front of those men and women and only hidden by the heavy loincloths knelt the four Montclair servant girls, quite obviously pleasuring the group and according to the guards’ faces the sluts were very successful.

Tonalnan herself was pinned between two male Islanders, one was maybe in his mid-thirties with a truly wondrous cock, which despite being fully hard, still tilted downwards and was begging to throat fuck the princess. Behind her was a young servant, who obviously had buried his manhood in her fabulous ass.

Finally she saw what must have been Tonalnan’s personal priest, he simply sat there without his loincloth aside and had Ichtac’s twin Zeltzin ride him with her ass, only occasionally meeting her thrusts but Uraca could see even from this far that he wasn’t much smaller than Centurion.

Then there came a roar from her oldest son and soon Fiametta and Centurion screamed in utter unearthly pleasure, as he squeezed those last few inches needed to bring him balls-deep in her ass and lifted the trembling women from the floor before grabbing her legs with his arms and showing off Fiametta in all her orgasming glory.

For maybe the first time in her adult life the captain squealed girlishly, as her whole body was ravaged by an insanely powerful orgasm, originating in her overstuffed ass Centurion’s cock did not break her body but he came close to shatter her mind, as his balls – which would have made a bull envious – started to convulse and quake, sending loads of cum through his massive shaft, globs of spunk bigger than some women’s fist. Her whole body trembled, as her inner walls were painted in white, her uncoordinated hands were unable to find her clit and so Fiametta pulled and twisted the large golden rings through her big nipples, torturing even more pleasure out of her sensitive tits. Meanwhile her reddish and swollen cunt – wet from Ximena’s treatment and her own juices, became a volcano of sacred lust and pleasure.

It erupted with unknown intensity and spread its great ejection over the bodies of Laureq, Uraca and Fulca. After the first two waves Fiametta’s eyes had rolled back, after the fifth she was unable to utter a noise and simply rode with the jolts of pleasure which had taken control over her body.

No one had truly noticed the passage of time, when Centurion finally sank on his knees and gently laid Fiametta back onto the floor, but the room had come to a rest and everybody was watching, as he finally began to ease himself out of the captain’s well fucked booty, which fought to keep every inch inside. Everybody listened to the slurping noise and heard the squishy gurgling when another load had wriggled its way out its fleshy prison and past the pole, which tried to withdraw itself.

Centurion’s shaft was covered in his white cream and around Fiametta’s hole bubbles came up from the deep, as more and more of his male milk sputtered from the orifice, covering the redhead’s ass white and running down her back.

Only when he was half out already did Fulca murmur in awe: “My God… he is still cumming.”

And she was right, both of them still trembled but not only because a few straggling waves of a late orgasm. Her brother was still cumming hard… Although his cock had gotten a bit smaller, due to the fact that he wasn’t inhumanly hard any more – but still erect, he was pumping out smaller loads into his lover.