A strapping young stud

Karra took one look at her opponent and didn't know whether her heart should sink or her pussy should tingle.

Kullus turned out to be as big and as tall as any of the other men present before the platform, even the two particularly handsome and bulky men which Karra had taken special notice of earlier. This was particularly impressive since Kullus looked as if he wasn't fully grown yet.

His face, its skin of the same dark complexion as the rest of him, a tone of golden brown which looked to be caused partly by his heritage, partly from spending plenty of time buck-naked in the sunshine, was dominated by the large, aristocratic nose which reminded Karra of the beak of some of the proud, glorious hunting birds which roamed the skies of her native lands, whilst his eyes were dark and seemed to produce an intense glow as he looked at her.

But there was youthfulness to it, his skin was smooth and his chin and cheeks void of hair, which implied that this man was not yet out of his teens, or barely into his twenties.

It was as even though his shoulders were wide and his body bulged with muscles, from the massive pecs down to the abdomen which was rippled with thick muscles and further down to his thick thighs and legs which looked to be chiselled from rock, Kullus' body was not yet completely transformed from that of an adolescent to that of a man in the prime of his manhood.

And speaking of manhood, Kullus' cock hung like a giant club between his thighs, its thick, bulbous head instilling Karra with a sense of anxiety as much as one of uninhibited horniness, while the large balls which appeared behind the thick base of the massive tool promised that Kullus would cum quite spectacularly, and probably be able to do so more than once without even taking a break.

‘This,’ Cyrus spoke to Karra, who detected no small amount of pride in his voice, ‘is Kullus, my nephew and the heir to this establishment.’

‘Kullus,’ Cyrus now addressed his nephew, ‘this is Karra, and this glorious vixen thinks that she can make you cum before you do her the other way.’

Since Cyrus was speaking, Karra tore her eyes from the mouth-watering view of the strapping young stud in front of her and looked at the man on the platform.

Cyrus had risen from his seated position, and as Karra looked at the now standing naked man, she realized that there was at least one thing which ran in the family; between Cyrus firm thighs hung a cock which looked to be completely identical to Kullus’, in thickness as well as in girth. If anything, Cyrus’ prick might even be somewhat bigger than that of his young relative’s, though Karra would have to conduct an up-close study of them both before she could be sure of it.

That, Karra suspected, was soon to happen if she managed to fuck Kullus’ into surrender. Hopefully, she might even get to fuck uncle and nephew at the same time not long from now.

‘Kullus,’ Karra forgot about the future and turned her head once again, offering the youth a warm, lusting smile.

‘Karra, it’s a pleasure.’ The swarthy young hunk replied, a drop of pre-cum becoming apparent at the tip of his gargantuan cock.

Karra was unsure of whether or not to say anything man to the man whom she was about to fuck, when something Miele did caught her eye.

Turning her head once again, Karra could see that the huge-chested blonde had gotten down on her hands and knees, and was now ascending the stairs of the platform to where her master was standing, swaying her ass as she went up.

Once there, Miele made a point of submissively running her mouth up the side of Cyrus’ right leg, her left arm placed over his ass, until she came up to his waist.

Then, she slowly took his dick in her right hand and pulled the heavy slab of cockmeat towards her, so that she could part her luscious lips and plant a wet, highly suggestive kiss on his cockhead.

From the way he was looking at her, it was clear that Cyrus was waiting for Karra to begin her bout with Kullus, something which the fact that the men and women standing in the circle around her had already set out with their various acts of copulation underlined.

‘So,’ Karra said to Kullus, ‘I guess it would be cheating if I just sucked your cock?’

Instead of saying something in reply to Karra’s highly implicative query, the young Jadhi merely offered a salacious smile before grabbing her with his strong arms and lifting her as though she was as light as a feather.

Swirled round in the air by the bull-like buster, Karra felt Kullus bring her in towards him so that her pussy and asshole were just beneath his chin, while his monumental phallus was brushed against her face.

Hearing Cyrus release a baritone laugh, Karra also felt Kullus place his tongue against her labia, and proceed to lick it.

She had to admit that despite his youth, the man holding her upside down with his hands held against her ass was proving himself to be an expert pussy-licker from the get-go.

Not one to be outdone without doing her best to prevent it, Karra braced herself against Kullus and then fetched hold of his cock, something which the thing’s sheer size and her awkward position made quite challenging.

Sucking the thick business-end of Kullus’ cock into her mouth, Karra wasted no time in starting to tease the bulb’s sensitive surface, getting Kullus to moan against her cunt before starting to stuff more and more of the massive member into her mouth and up her throat.

As she carefully breathed in and out of her nose whilst holding her lips wide apart in a **** attempt to suck as much of Kullus’ cock into her mouth as possible, Karra could hear groans and moans of heightening pleasure all around her as the dozen ‘elites’ did their best to bring each other to climax as quickly as possible.

Feeling her own pussy tingling more and more and growing wetter and wetter with each passing moment, Karra desperately started bobbing her head up and down the length of Kullus’ cock, while at the same time bringing her right hand down to cup and fondle his pair of heavy, sperm-filled testicles.

Minutes went by with Karra working like this, and she could feel herself coming closer to climax as Kullus’ tongue swirled all over her soaked, hairless cunt, whilst every now and then she could hear someone scream out in orgasm close by.

Unsure of how many screams she had heard, possibly as many as ten, frightfully enough even more, Karra did her best to focus on her efforts to bring Kullus’ off. In a last ditch-attempt, she increased the pace at which she was stroking his beefy balls. This proved to be the final simulation that Kullus’ required, and his testicles now throbbed obscenely as cum began to be pumped forth through his cock.

The first stream of the salty liquid was hosed down Karra’s mouth since she was too slow to get the turgid dick out of her mouth, but she managed to release it in time to receive the full contents of his second and third generous batches plastered all over her face.

Grabbing the cock and pushing it upwards, Karra moaned at the combined sensations of an ecstatic Kullus’ burrowing his face in her cunt and his spastic cock spraying the last of his cumshot up her cleavage, coating the tight cleft between her breasts with a sticky white sheen of semen.

Kullus let go off Karra’s as his climax died down, and so allowed the Amazon to demonstrate her litheness by landing first on her hands before her feet hit the ground, where she then allowed her ass to rock back to lean against Kullus’ legs.

Looking at the men and women around her, Karra felt her heart skip from joy at the realization that only eight of them had climaxed yet, meaning that she wasn’t last.

Those studs and sluts that were finished stood and looked at her, smiles on their faces and the men sporting rock-hard erections while the women all had cum sprayed over their faces, tits or pussies.

Apart from those sweaty men and women still fucking each other, Cyrus was another one who hadn’t orgasmed yet, but that was undoubtedly due to the fact that Miele was taking her time in sucking his cock, having alternating between rolling its head around in her mouth or licking his balls, his pisshole or the base of the bulbous head.

Currently, Miele was seated right in front Cyrus, her tongue curled up against the top of his cockhead and her glorious pair of rich, full buttocks jutting out towards Karra and Kullus.

The huge-chested blonde was still wearing her miniscule, tit-hugging top.

Straightening up into a squatting pose, Karra felt something wet and hard come to rest on the top of her head, she grinned as she realized that it was Kullus’ still erect cock, the last of his load now trickling out into her jet-black hair.