A new day... of fucking

Lea was dreaming of warm summer rain, and of striding through a meadow bedewed with a temperate torrent that strewed the grass with glossy wetness. Tilting her head up to the heavens to gaze at the glorious, warming glow of the cascading sunshine that spangled the field with glitter, she lifted her arms up to the sky in silent rapture –

… And woke up. Something wet was pattering on her face, but it wasn’t rain. She was indoors for one thing. She moaned. What had happened last night? Why wasn’t she in her own bed?

Then they came: recollections of a night of legendary and unsurpassed debauch. Her pussy and asshole were warm and throbbing, at the recollection. She’d been a complete and utter slut…

The gorgeous eighteen-year old teen felt the clutter of memories racing through her mind and tried to organise them into a legible pattern. The strangers, the warriors, the priestesses, Kamil, her mother, the orgy… a snapshot of impressions whipped through her head in succession, a montage of glistening, turgid, cocks the thickness of her arm, veins popping out of the gleaming, slick meat in long branches that coursed up and down brawny columns of flesh. There were impressions of massive, jutting tits: huge, spherical pairs of bra-bursting jugs bigger than cannonballs with taut, tanned, smooth, overstretched flesh bouncing above fit, muscle-etched torsos of the flaunting, cavorting flesh of horny bimbos. Pussy. And ass… and cum. Lots and lots of cum.

It was about this point that Lea realised that she literally couldn’t open her eyes. The thick, dark lashes, lashes that when batted could knock tongue-tied and awestruck yokels of the family inn off their stools, were literally stuck together. Slowly, she orientated herself. Whatever it was that was wet and sloppy was still spattering irregularly on her face in thick drips.

Dozily, she made a spoon of her fingers and used them to slop out a heap of sticky gunk that was gumming up her eyesocket, then the other. Whipping her hand away, she detected the gluey fluid as it shot through the air, flung from her fingers, and smacked noisily on the floorboard. She pried her eyes open. Above her was the ceiling. That was a good start. And yet she was indoors. Why was it raining?

Then she understood, as a long shape loomed over her head. Suddenly her view of the ceiling was obscured by the broad underside of a vascular fuckrod that surged into view above her, a blunt-headed meat-truncheon that was sticking out above her head. It cast a monstercock-shaped shadow over her face, shielding her from the dawn sunlight that was filtering through the shutters.

Looking up, Lea had time to gape and note the regular pulse of inflation and deflation caused by the angry-looking throbbing of the corpus spongiosum that was pulsing in and out in a threatening rhythm, like the throat of some long-necked carnivorous creature; and then she saw the pair of smooth, hairless testes that roiled in their sacs, which glistened with moisture. On either side Lea now couldn’t help but notice the gargantuan, bulging legs on either side of her head-

… this was before the gaping slit at the tip of the curved, gleaming bell end above her dilated with a slick sound and disgorged a thick, gluey lace of heavy, translucent precum that roped down, dangling in a winding, viscous thread that swirled in the air, glistening in the faint morning light, before it settled heavily and sloppily on her face like a glazing of treacle. The winding cascade of male fluid contacted against her forehead, feeling warm and cloying, and then dribbled in a gleaming line into her eyes, the fluid so thick and gelatinous it was almost piling in a syrupy mass onto her face rather than running off it.

Blinking again, Lea took stock of her surroundings. She was on the floor in one of the tavern rooms. She was upside down, her legs thrown up onto the nearby bed. She was naked, her head somehow under a chair against the corner of the room, which was occupied by one of the warriors from the orgy yesterday. She was also aware of other people in the room, with the impression of movements and voices coming dimly into focus as her perception improved, sleep-state dissipating.

With a little noise of discomfort, she shifted her legs and stirred. Turning on her knees on the floor, she righted herself, the rest of the gluey, clear, oozing rope splattering onto the floorboards into where a puddle of the stuff had been collecting. Her knees pushing into the slick, sloppy puddle, she instantly came eye level with the behemoth schlong that was sticking horizontally out, which until then had been steadily roping thick laces of precum onto her while she lay recumbent.

Even through the webs of glistening, gluey precum strung across her eyelashes, she was instantly enraptured by the inhuman dimensions of the gigantic appendage that swayed in front of her eyes. There was so much life and movement in the steady pulsing and throbbing of the tracework of veins that overlaced the turgid shaft, the languid rippling of the bunching of the cords of tissue that ridged it, the bloating of the curved, rounded head and the lazy dilation of the cumslit. It was a pure monstercock, thicker than her arm, a smooth, fleshy column, and it was pointed directly at her.

Tearing her eyes from it for a second, she looked upwards, past ridged slabs of bulging abdominal muscles, jutting pecs, and up to a face she recognised. The warrior Dareios.

Lea grinned and opened her mouth to wish the warrior good day.

‘Morn- GGGGGGGLLLLLLLLLLLLLLOOOOOOOOAAAAAAKKUKKKKUKUKUKUUKUKUKKKKKKK!!!!!!’

The immense, herculean warrior of Teitum clearly wasn’t interested in hearing Lea say something as pointlessly banal as ‘morning’. He stood, swiftly, grabbed his monstrous fuckpipe with a solid, right-handed grip close to the base, and guided the massive crown of the immense, iron-hard member towards Lea’s mouth, the tip dangling a silvery thread of precum as it barrelled through the air that was nearly horizontal at the speed it was happening, the bottom end of the glinting lace of precum swinging back and getting attached to the warrior’s knuckles as they clasped the brawny fuck pole, the chunky brawn of the engorged tissues of the fuckrod bulging around his clenching grip as he held it tightly and pressed it forwards.

Plunging the fist-sized helmet against the parted, pillowy lips of the brunette teen’s luscious mouth, Dareios shoved his hips forwards and threaded his inhuman-sized appendage into Lea’s face, wasting no time in plugging the back of her throat as it speared mercilessly into the busty teen’s gullet, the gorgeous eighteen year old’s delicate neck bulging at the intrusion of the monster tool. The barely-legal barmaid’s whole lower jaw distended as her thick lips were elastically stretched around the warrior’s turgid and invading schlong, Dareios instantly sawing his hips back and forwards to fuck his bell end back and forth in the deepest recesses of her throat while Lea was transfixed, her throat completely blocked, her hands fluttering uselessly as they flapped around Dareios’ muscular, tree-trunk thighs.

‘GLUKGLUGKGLUGGLGUKGLGUCCKCLCULCULCKKCKCKCKCKGUK!!!!!!!’

Her face impaled on the monumental fuckstaff, eyes bulging out, Lea only barely noticed the motion behind her until the pair of gigantic tits appeared above her head. It was Galiana, the stacked blonde priestess of Girvyn coming to stand behind her and clasping her head from either side with elbow-length shiny skintight black gloves that creaked a little as she applied them to Lea’s head. Galiana’s eye-popping pair of bulging, spheroid knockers were completely bare, and the divine bimbo slut had a tankard propped in her cleavage, the wooden mug suspended quite comfortably between the protruding, golden-tanned mega-tits.

‘Fucking stupid little whore,’ Dareios rumbled as he jackhammered his shaft briskly into Lea’s throat, the teenager’s back arched upwards, jaw almost dismorphically extended as her head was tipped up and her huge round knockers stuck upwards like torpedoes. Her hands had settled on the warrior’s thigh muscles, stroking his hard, muscular flesh, and a rope of slobber was oozing from the chin.

‘What’s that, Dareios?’ Galiana asked the warrior, her gloved hands holding the busty brunette teen’s head steady so that Dareios could rail her even harder, his monster nuts jangling under the boobed barmaid’s chin.

‘Was going to waste time by telling me “Good morning”. Stupid little whore.’

‘ GLUKGLUGKGLUGGLGUKGLGUCCKCLCULCULCKKCKCKCKCKGUK!!!!!!!’ was Lea’s important and deeply intelligent contribution to the conversation.

‘She certainly sounds better with your fucking schlong down her throat,’ Galiana said, looking lasciviously at how the exertion was causing beads of sweat to appear on Dareios’ skin, ‘and to further save time, I’ve brought you something to drink. Coffee. Time we were on our way.’

Dareios grunted, appraising the vessel lodged between the blonde slut’s mammoth cans, noting the huge silver choker that was clasped around her neck that simply read ‘CUMSLUT’ in chunky silver letters. The priestesses’ blonde hair was decorously pinned up but parts were free to flow over her forehead and brow, trailing in slender, shining strands down the sides of her face.

‘At least let me say goodbye properly,’ said Dareios.

With his free hand he reached out and took the beaker, tossed the liquid out of it over his shoulder, and repositioned it between Galiana’s massive orbs. Galiana sensed what was coming, and leaned forwards, opening her luscious lips and spearing her tongue searchingly into the hulking warrior’s mouth. Dareios responded as the stacked priestess’ tongue roved around his mouth, her plump, pneumatic lips enveloping him and ending in an almost tender suck on his lower lip.

‘-FUCK!-‘ was all that Dareios could say, breaking the kiss and snapping backwards, though the exhortation was in part drowned out by the ragged **** that Lea made as he reversed his gigantic beastcock from her mouth, the thick brim of his purple, gleaming helmet making her plump libs reverberate like rubber as the teenage fuckdoll’s throat relinquished the monstercock. Galiana winked at him salaciously and tented her cheek with her tongue as the studly warrior, looking the priestess in the eyes, jacked his horsecock with his ham-sized fist, no more than a foot from Lea’s gorgeous face.

The tavern slut was back to her best, chuckling deeply in her throat as she tipped her head up, eyes blazing as she took in the warrior’s immense, throbbing fuckstick, opened her mouth, and stuck her tongue out as far as it would go.