Getting dressed

Riolta was now a little bleary eyed as she came almost to her senses.

‘From now on I’m taking it up the ass until you hear different,’ she declared, almost drunkenly, raising herself to her feet.

Ojo and Vaino were both gasping and laughing, each of the hulking men amused at Riolta’s ecstatic state of orgasmic euphoria and similarly wrung dry of their fluids for the moment thanks to Raya’s expert ministrations. Her teasing of their balls had been perfect, and now each of the huge men felt almost hollow inside.

Without warning, both of the men suddenly felt a tingling sensation emanating from their ballsacks. Looking down as one, each of the big-muscled studs clasped their scrotums together with their fingers, their testes beginning to rumble with a gentle but definite vibration. Both Ojo and Vaino looked at Raya for guidance.

Raya shrugged a little and lifted her eyebrows. ‘Just a little side-effect, guys, nothing more. My little spell to keep you hard works by rejuvenation of ejaculation.’

‘What does that mean, exactly?’ queried Vaino.

‘It means you’ll stay hard as long as you keep cumming, and the more you cum, the more hard you get, the more hard you get the more you need to cum, the more your balls will produce the cum you need.’

‘How long does it last?’ said Ojo.

‘As long as I allow it, but at the moment the incantation has slipped my mind…’ Raya said cheekily, then directing her attention to Riolta’s current predicament.

The huge-titted archeress had succeeded in pulling the tight vest top over her head, but it had been hopeless saturated in jizz and this showed when she finally got it on. Firstly, the garment had shrunk somewhat through its drenching, and while it had retained its shape, barely now fitted over the top of Riolta’s bulging tits. By stretching it down, Riolta could just about get the material to cover her nipples, but the expansive, flawless flesh of her underboobs was sluttishly exposed. Secondly, Vaino’s copious ejaculate had smeared the fabric through and through so that the stretchy black material was bejewelled with cum.

Next, Riolta fitted her gloves on. Lifting the leather gloves was difficult, because the sleeves of the material was filled brimful with Ojo’s cum. Putting her fingers in the end of one, Riolta slowly inserted her hand into the warm, gooey mess, her fingers and then her palm becoming enveloped in the creamy cumhole, until she was finally up to her elbows in jizz. She did the same for the second glove and stood before the other three, each of her black clad arms leaking thick ropes of jizz.

‘Nice,’ said Raya appreciatively.

Riolta looked at her, ‘you look amazing,’ she said, and meant it.

Raya was standing with her hands on her hips. The gorgeous golden dress that she had walked in the room in was a thing of the past. She was wearing a saturated piece of fabric that clung wetly against each of her fabulous curves, her huge tits bursting out from the golden cloth. It was plastered against the curves of her belly and only just clung to the top of her thighs. There wasn't a square inch of the dress to be seen that wasn't dripping with gelatinous juices.

Both of the sluts were dishevelled in their states of dress, but the repeated jets of cum they had taken to their faces had rendered them more than a little sticky too, and both Riolta and Raya had been blasted so many times that cum was dripping from their eyelashes, making it difficult for them to see.

With that, both of the jizz-clad sluts walked out of the room giggling, leaving Ojo and Vaino alone with their visibly expanding nutsacks.