A human signpost

‘Tamara!’ Galiana called, ‘get the fuck out here right now! And bring that fucking measuring stick you’re always prattling on about!’

‘Sorry guys,’ Tamara said, once the monstercock embedded in her throat had cleared her lips accompanied by another spray of frothy slobber, ‘duty calls.’

Pulling back the canvas flaps on the front of the wagon, Tamara encountered a strange picture. Clearly some time had elapsed since their escapades in the back of the wagon, because they were very clearly in the foothills, with the scenery climbing upwards ahead of them and rugged rock more evident than grass. The track continued up into the more mountainous area, but that was not what had caused the wagon to halt.

Ahead of them, by the side of the track, was a large wooden pole, like a signpost. Tied to it was an unmistakably male body, the torso and legs in front of it, arms trussed behind. Naked except for a cloth hood that covered their face, the body possessed one remarkable distinguishing feature – an absolutely immense monstercock jutting horizontally out from its groin. Trussed to the immense meatpole, affixed by string from both the stretch of turgid flesh just beneath the head and just above the base, hung what appeared to be a smallish wooden plank.

‘Great Girvyn’s Grandfather’s Gonads,’ Tamara said. ‘What the hell is that?’

‘A victim by the roadside. She’s giving us a sign,’ Galiana said.

‘A warning? Or an invitation?’ Tamara said.

Cassandra had her broadsword out and was edging closer to the figure.

‘Easy does it, Cass,’ Faye cautioned.

‘That’s a fucking muscle cock,’ Tamara breathed.

At this point both warriors emerged from the back of the wagon, side by side, both hunched so that they could peer out, their colossal schlongs spearing out prodigiously in front of them, both huge tubes of rock-hard flesh pointing over Galiana and Faye’s shoulders, who were still sitting up front.

‘Somebody said “muscle cock?”’ Damon said, jacking his pc muscle to make his massive man-hammer tip up and down in the air, a thread of precum suspended from the tip that danced in the air in front of Faye’s eyes.

‘According to Tamara’s stick, I’ve hit twenty-one inches!’ Dareios said, his dick pivoting up and down in front of Galiana.

Astonishingly, neither blonde priestess could tear their eyes from the spectacle in front of them to assess the newly manufactured beastcocks that were weaving around almost directly in front of them.

‘I think that’s my first two-footer…’ said Galiana vacantly.

Faye gulped.

‘I knew I should have brought a bigger stick…’ said Tamara.

Damon and Dareios, long monstercocks still jutting outwards and pivoting up and down, though slightly less ebulliently than when they had announced their appearance a few seconds ago, shared a glance.

Cassandra had reached the man.

‘It appears to be some kind of sign!’ Cassandra called back.

‘We’ve gathered that!’ shouted Galiana, ‘does it portend for good or for ill?’

‘No,’ clarified Cassandra, ‘I mean it appears to be a sign! Like a road sign! Directions!’ The gorgeous templar leaned further forwards still, reading the inscription on daubed on the wood. ‘It says, “TAMARA, I KNEW YOU WOULD FIND ME. FOLLOW THE POINTER TO MY CAVE. AS YOU CAN SEE I’VE PERFECTED MY FORMULA. LOREL XXX”’.

‘Is he dead or alive?’ Tamara asked.

Cassandra moved forward and tugged at the hood, bringing it off cleanly. It revealed the perfectly ordinary face of a man, eyes crossed in idiot bliss, drooling tongue extended. Suddenly gathering his wits as the world was once again revealed, he shook his head and his eyes unclouded and reacted to the light.

The first thing he saw was Cassandra, the incredibly statuesque and gorgeous templar’s bronzed body barely covered by the ringlets of the chainmail bikini she wore, the muscularly ripped and bulging contours of her rack of abdominal muscles heaving as she breathed, her massive, taut-skinned cannonball tits projecting out in front of her and her glossy black hair swept over one side of her head so that the patterns of the tattoo could be seen on the other.

‘FUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUCCCCCCCCKKKKKKKKKKKKKK!!!’ shouted the man in a cry of ecstasy that reverberated around the mountainside.

The man’s meat monolith tipped upwards and released a beam of spunk that jetted from the tip, sailed through the air, and cleared a rock formation twenty yards away. Cassandra’s eyes went wide with shock, but almost immediately her whorish instinct kicked in, and she planted her sword in the ground and started fisting the gargantuan behemoth schlong with two hands, giving it long, twisting, luxuriating strokes up and down the glistening brawny length, massaging the thick cords of hulking, overdeveloped sinew that glinted on the shaft.

‘Definitely alive,’ said Faye, scurrying off the wagon towards Cassandra, who was wringing cords of silken spunk that looped through the air and smacked loudly against rocky outcrops nearby. Galiana hopped after her, leaving Tamara standing between the two hulking monstercocks that she had just created, the owners looking a little disconsolate.

‘Never mind boys,’ Tamara said, slowly stroking a cock in each hand, ‘there’s always someone bigger. That’s life.’

Galiana and Faye had covered the distance to the human signpost in short order, tottering on their heels over the rocky path with surprising agility, and arranged themselves directly in the path of the inhuman, cum-spurting, bucking monster schlong that Cassandra was expertly working. The show continued as incredibly thick, creamy gouts emerged from the man’s pisshole and splattered their gorgeous bodies, Faye’s gigantic melons that were again jutting out of her pink shiny suit taking a giant welter of spunk that flew in a ribbon through the air and plastered stickily on her cans, Galiana herself taking jets that creamed her face, chin, neck and jugs. More thick, glutinous wads of ejaculate blasted out of the immense cum-cannon, Cassandra’s hands not able to fit all the way around it, the bloated shaft glistening with sparkling white laces of gluey cum that were roping out of the cumtip and sliding off in gluey threads from the underside, splattering the dangling signage attached to it with cords of semen. Another ferocious jet of cum was launched from the bell-shaped tip and was platestered all over Faye’s face, the thick white viscous substance sticking here it struck her on the forehead, right eye, where the line crisscrossed over her nose and ended up dripping from the left jaw. Galiana made sure her humongous jutting spheroid melons that projected from her chest were sprayed with a generous, thick pearl-necklace, heavy cords of spunk roping off either side of the bowling-ball sized globes.

‘Fucking jackpot,’ said Cassandra, holding the monstercock vertically and fisting it so that the last few ropes were ejected in voluminous, arcing sprays into the airs, giggling and opening her mouth, sticking her tongue out to try and catch them on their way down. Some streaked her hair, and splattered onto her head tattoo. ‘I wouldn’t mind one of these placed every mile along the road.’

She released the horsecock, which didn’t wilt after the surge of cum it had inundated the sluts with, but instead stuck rigidly out, remaining horizontal, thick white spunk still issuing out of the gaping tip in the crown and spattering onto the ground at the man’s feet.

Cassandra got in front of the man and pushed out her toned, shapely and muscular arm alongside the gigantic log of meat, the immense flesh piston throbbing warmly against her skin. She was able to press the flat of her hand against the man’s muscled stomach, while the fat, heart-shaped head nestled against her armpit, flush along her arm all the way.

‘Looks like the forearm test is well out of date. Fucker’s as big as my whole arm.’

The man’s eyes finally cleared. Having evacuated his seed, he had a mind again.

‘Fuuuuuuuck…’ he wheezed, looking into Cassandra’s eyes.

‘I think he’s in love, Cass,’ Faye said.

‘Shut up.’ Cassandra said, ‘what’s your name baby?’

‘Sp… Sp… Spillsby…’

‘Did Lorel do this to you?’

At the mention of the name, Spillsby’s gigantic horsecock slipped away from where it had been lodged against Cassandra’s arm, levered upwards dramatically and smacked with a loud SPLAT against his own chest, the huge, round head planting a serious punch against his own chin. Thick cum dribbled down it.

‘Lorel, yeah. Lorel. She said you were coming to meet her. She said she’d give me the rest of the new potion if I… pointed the way.’

‘The rest of the new potion, eh?’ Galiana mused, looking at Tamara and raising her eyebrows. ‘Spillsby, you’ve got the most beautiful cock I’ve ever seen.’

Spillsby smiled.

‘Let’s go and make it bigger.’