Lana Sarlan meets her first proper monstercock

His brow furrowed, Garrin looked at the note. Lana Sarlan... They’d never met, but he’d heard the stories. Suddenly, a throb rolled through his cock, powerful enough to make it veer left and then jut back towards his chest. Wait until nine o’clock the next morning? His cock performed an equally dramatic sweep to his right. Rolling his fist into a ball around the note, Garrin was back on the move.

***

“It’s not fair!” Lana complained, her plump lips formed into a pout as she paced back and forth in the chamber that her father had dumped her in, “What have I ever done to get exiled?”

“Well, Lana,” Reclined in a nearby chair, one long leg tossed casually over the other so she could dangle one heel-clad foot, Moriah watched the curvy young blonde’s sway dramatically as she completed another turn and began a new circle round the room, “There was the incident with the Attars.”

“Oh, what about it?” Lana sighed to emphasize her conviction that she’d done nothing wrong, “I heard father say how important it was that they were made to feel welcome!”

“Yes, but I don’t think you waiting for old man Attar and his sons in their room, naked and on your knees was quite what he had in mind,” Moriah replied, and tucked a wayward strand of jet-black hair back in behind her left ear.

“And I would have gotten away with it too...” Finally coming to a halt so abrupt that her stacked, slim-waisted body might have torn straight out of the ankle-long but skintight dress – her father had already made sure that all her fun clothes were already packed and stored onboard the ship that was going to take her away – Lana cast a glance at Moriah.

“If you hadn’t wandered out of there completely naked,” Sensing an accusation about to be sent her way, Moriah cut Lana off as politely as she could, the older babe making sure to follow up on it with a thin, placid smile.

“I wasn’t sure if you could keep the guards busy on your own!” The reasoning behind Borick Sarlan having guards patrol his estates at night was threefold: to protect his property (not that pressing a need in the current political climate), to project an image of power (always important) and to make it harder for Lana to sneak out and get herself into trouble (vital).

“Oh please,” Along with an incensed scoff, Moriah narrowed her green eyes and fixed them firmly on Lana, “Who taught you how to suck cock like a pro, huh?”

“The same one who taught me how to make a slut squirt by tonguing her ass, that’s who,” Undaunted, Lana pushed her seriously sizeable chest out to make the seams of her dress scream in agony and met Moriah’s gaze head-on. A young lady of the nobility needed a handmaiden, and Lana had scared off six of them in short order before her exasperated and increasingly **** father had set her up with Moriah despite some rumours about the older black beauty being less than a model of gentility and chastity.

“I hope you’re not too mad at your father,” Despite her bald pussy starting to juice thanks to the shift in Lana’s tone and the way she was looking at her, Moriah resisted the urge to slip out of her own dress – as long and as form-fitting as Lana’s, “You’ve wanted to go to Tharros for years.”

“Obviously,” It was true that Tharros’ reputation as the capital of busty whores, horny sluts and big-dicked studs had always appealed to Lana, “But not like this! Not when it means I’m being banished.”

“Think about it, will you?” Moriah said, “It’s not like your father’s going to announce that his daughter’s such a shameless slut he’s got **** to ship her off to Tharros, is it? If he’s smart, he’s figured out you can be of more use to the family there...”

“More use?” That got Lana’s attention, just like Moriah had figured it would.

“There’s loads of rich merchant princes and proper noblemen in Tharros,” Baring her pearly teeth in a suggestive smile for a moment, Moriah continued on, “And quite a few of them are a lot less uptight than people round here, I gather.”

“That’s true...” Lana felt a flutter of excitement at the thought of sucking cock and getting her holes stretched whilst representing her family abroad.

“And you can dress the way you want,” Partly out of a desire to cheer her young friend’s spirits up even further, partly because she was being carried away by the images filling her own head, Moriah kept going, “Instead of being outraged at your indecency, the sluts in that city’s probably going to wonder why you’re dressed so modestly.”

“Fuck...” The neckline of Lana’s dress was high, much too high for her liking, and now she pulled on it.

“First day, some huge-dicked stud’s probably going to rip your clothes off and leave you naked once he’s done with you,” At this point, Moriah might as well have been talking into a mirror.

“Gods!” With her other hand, Lana was rubbing her cunt fervently through the dress, which wasn’t anywhere thin enough for her, “You think they’ll have packed my oils?”

“I don’t see how they wouldn’t,” Moriah’s lips formed another lewd smile to go along with the slight rise of her left eyebrow, “It’s not like anyone else round here likes to tan in the nude.”

Every morning, Lana would strip down naked and have Moriah cover her from head to toe with scented, edible oils that protected her skin from being burned by the sun. It explained the rich, almost golden glow of her skin that went so spot-on with her blonde tresses. And though she was already naturally dark-skinned, Moriah would lie beside her, her own fuckdoll body glistening in the sun, first from the oil, then from the sweat that they worked up fingering and licking each other’s holes. Added to the lustrous sheen coating her face would be copious amounts of Lana’s girlcum, too.

“Gods, I really hope those sailors are hung...” A dreamy expression crossed Lana’s beautiful face as she hooked one finger inside her cleavage.

“I’m starting to suspect someone will be sunbathing before we even make it out of the harbour tomorrow,” Uncrossing her legs, Moriah planted her heels on the floor and pushed her knees out against the bottom of her dress.

“Yes, and you’ll be right there next to me, you slut,” Back on the move, Lana didn’t resume her pacing, but instead sashayed closer to Moriah, “That ought to show us if there’s any big-dicked studs aboard that boat.”

“I think they prefer ‘ship’, Lana,” As the younger babe drew nearer, Moriah increased the pressure on her dress. She also took a quick, sharp breath to savour the scent of Lana’s aroused cunt mixed with that of her own.

“They can call it anything they like,” With a flourish, Lana dipped down to bring her eyes level with Moriah’s, although they in turn were drawn to the narrow, triangular stretch of deep cleavage that the dress allowed to be shown of, “As long as they keep me squirting and glazed in cum from the moment we raise anchor till we get to Tharros.”

“You’re such a slut,” Moriah’s lust spiked suddenly and sharply, which was reflected in her voice, and she reached out to cop a thorough feel of those round, heavy jugs. Fuck, it was almost annoying, the ease with which Lana could get her dripping wet.

A moment later, Moriah froze in place leaned forwards slightly and Lana bolted straight up from the shock of a door suddenly being flung open and a hulking shape emerging through it with all the subtlety of a hurricane.

“Monstercock!” Lana cried out, her shock beginning to transform into something else as she spotted the most prominent of the bulging muscles that the handsome, completely naked newcomer was packing.

“Lana Sarlan,” Without breaking his stride, the total stud introduced himself to the pair of buxom vixens, both of whom were staring in stunned awe at his mammoth schlong and unstrapped from his broad back the huge sword that was still far less impressive than his cock and put it aside, “I’m Sir Garrin, and I’m taking you to Tharros.”

“You can take me anywhere you liiikkkkeee!!!” The reason for Lana’s reply devolving into a long, excited shriek was that Garrin had kept coming and grabbed hold of the top of her dress with both hands as soon as it was within his reach. Then he began to pull on it.

RRRRIIIIIPPPPP!!!! One quick, hard yank was all it took Garrin to tear Lana’s dress from the neckline all the way down her pussy, which was gleaming wet and juicing hard as it became exposed.

Moving his hands down to her waist and grabbing hold of the dress yet again, Garrin completed the job by pulling his hands in separate directions to tear the entire front of the once so form-fitting garment clean in two.

“Motherfucker!” Lana screamed as Garrin spun her round, before he ripped the back of her dress to pieces too. In less than ten seconds, she’d gone from over-dressed to standing there in just her heels and some jewellery.

“Oh shit!” After nearly two decades of being a naughty slut, Moriah rarely lost her composure. Now though, her eyes were as wide as they’d ever been and she couldn’t get her mouth to fully close, “Fuck that slut!”

Grunting as he took Lana’s tight waist in a two-handed hold, Garrin yanked her off the floor and high into the air before bringing her down ass-first onto the crown of his cock.

“FUCK!!!” If anything, Lana’s eyes were opened even wider than Moriah’s as her anus was stretched to an impossible extent in order to fit round the business-end of Garrin’s mighty schlong. A minute ago, she didn’t know cocks could get absolutely massive, and now it was going up her ass.

“GODS!!!” The dam broke for Lana a moment later, when Garrin simultaneously pulled her down onto his dong and heaved upwards with his hips, an act that sent six inches of his cock pushing their way into her anal passage. While the scream was still flowing out of her gaping mouth, her eyes rolled back and her pussy fluttered for a brief moment before unleashing a long stream of girlcum that splattered across the floor.

“Fuck her!” Tugging at her dress with one hand and fervently grinding the other against her slit, Moriah shouted at Garrin to continue, while he simply grunted and proceeded to do precisely that, first pulling Lana up an inch or two along the vein-ridged shaft of his behemoth dong, then bringing her down six inches in one go all over again.

“M-monstercock!” Under different circumstances, Lana might have asked Garrin how he managed to slip through the ring of guards that her father had posted round the guest house in which she was awaiting her exile, but this really wasn’t the time for that. Not when he moved his hands to her tits and started groping them whilst switching to hammering his dong further and further into her ass that saw the **** of his massively powerful first thrusts concentrated into much shorter ones.

“Monstercock in my ass and I LOVE IT!!!” The guards had to hear Lana’s screams, but she didn’t give a fuck. Not when she was thrashing about on the biggest, hardest, sexiest piece of manmeat that she’d ever seen and not when the stud it belonged to held onto her wildly bucking form with such ease, pinning her place between his hands and his muscle-packed chest and stomach while he hammered and pounded more of his cock through her wildly distended ringpiece.

“Take my dick, you fucking sizequeen bimbo whore!” Calling Lana the exact same thing that he had Lexi, Garrin pushed her harder by unleashing a thick spray of precum into her bowels right before increasing the tempo of his thrusts. As she was bounced up and down on the last few inches of his mammoth cock, Lana’s next anal orgasm hit her with full ****, making her holler in bliss as her pussy exploded for a second time, spraying girlcum everywhere in front of her.

To make packing the last few inches of his dick inside Lana’s booty a little easier, Garrin placed her tits-first on top of the table next to a still gawping Moriah, thus giving her what was definitely a front-row view of him reaming Lana’s bubble butt with his cock even as its girth pushed the halves of her peachy ass wide apart.

“Gods,” Pausing so her chest could rise higher from the breath she took as she watched the last of Garrin’s dong disappear into Lana’s ass until his balls were placed firmly against her quaking cunt and be drenched in the spurts of clear juices clearing it, Moriah remained awestruck.

“You fucking stud!” She did, however, get more vocal again.

“Slut,” And that in turn meant that she now had Garrin’s attention, with him addressing her at the same time as showing off his power by ramming his cock in and out through Lana’s backdoor in a series of fast, determined thrusts, “You’re next.”

Suddenly, Garrin was pulling out, and Moriah watched the inches come sliding back out.

“Fuck,” She said, surveying the thickness of his shaft, how it throbbed slowly and powerfully and how the thick veins decorating it throbbed to reflect the beating of his heart. Her pussy had long since become soaking wet, but it became further drenched the more of Garrin’s cock that emerged from between Lana’s cheeks, until she finally had to suck her bottom lip into her mouth and moan round it when she spotted the thick brim of his flared cockhead.

“S-stretched my ass out soooo gooooood,” Meanwhile, Lana probably needed another moment to recover after getting hit by three or four – the last couple had rather blended together – anal orgasms of an intensity that left anything she’d ever experienced before a faded memory, especially since the simple act of Garrin popping his cockend out through her ringpiece triggered one more climax. It wasn’t as big as the previous one, but it still had her cry out in ecstasy.

Before Lana’s cry had run its course, Garrin had spun round ninety degrees and gotten Moriah up on her feet, pawing at her hot fuckdoll body with his strong hands as he got her turned round.

“G-gods,” The simple act of Garrin’s mammoth cock grinding and sliding against the dramatic curvature of her left asscheek made Moriah close her eyes tight, so she missed seeing him reach out towards her from behind. But she could still feel his hands on the base of her neck and his fingers bury themselves down the back of her dress. Then he pulled hard, and there was no way the fabric could hold up against the strain that he put it under.

“Gods!” Moriah repeated, substantially louder, as the back of her dress was split in two from top to underneath her booty, which wiggled from the recoil of being released while Garrin adjusted his stance behind her.

“GODS!!!! You horsecocked bastard!” Now Moriah screamed, and the front of her dress that still clung to her toned, top-heavy body became soaked through from the eruption of juices from between her legs brought about by the crown of Garrin’s schlong locating her anus and spearing straight through it. Just like Lana, Moriah possessed a teeny balloon-knot asshole, and just like her, she’d just had it stretched to an obscene degree by the business-end of the biggest, sexiest cock she’d ever seen. And after that came its shaft, inch after inch of which were savagely buried up her anal tunnel with such **** that the back of her dress was torn all the way down to her ankles, transforming it into more of an unusually fancy-looking apron.

“More!” That cock, Moriah required a ridiculously short amount of time to decide, was everything she’d ever wanted, and now she needed to find out what it was like to have it slammed balls-deep in her whorish ass. So while Garrin was pushing, she shoved her hips out towards him.

“Sizequeen whore!” Garrin growled, at the same time as he tore apart the front of her dress too.

“Yes! This sizequeen whore wants every FUCKING INCH YOU GOT!!!” Another anal orgasm washed over Moriah, first making her scream, then knocking the wind out of her and causing her body to tense up round Garrin’s fuckpiece while he drove it in deeper.

“Stretch her ass! That slut loves anal!” Recovered, Lana flew to her feet and took over stripping Moriah of her dress from Garrin, who instead could plant his hands on her boobs and keep them there whilst he rocked her whole body with one piledriver thrust after another.

“Fucking anal queens, the both of you!” Garrin roared, and outside, the guards that had missed him sneaking in were now turning pale-faced and sweaty as they made a conscious effort to ignore the screams of lust coming from inside the building they’d been assigned to guard.

“Fuck yes!” There really weren’t any pauses at all between the anal orgasms that hit Moriah, “I’M A TOTAL FUCKING WHORE FOR ANAL AND YOUR GIANT BEASTCOCK!!!!”

“Messy sizequeen slut!” As if to stop the flow, the moment she’d gotten Moriah’s honeypot exposed, Lana had packed four fingers inside it and began to pump her wrist.

“Feel this cock?!” That question from Garrin was completely rhetorical, as Moriah could have been comatose and still would have felt it, especially since he’d just finished the thrust that saw it buried to the hilt past her backdoor, “You’ll worship it all the way to Tharros!”

“You too, slut,” Raising his gaze, Garrin fixed Lana with it, “Every waking moment.”

“Gods!” Lana screamed, her other hand rifling over her own slit, “We’ll be your fucktoys, you fucking three-legged stud!”

“Cumwhore fucktoys!” Annoyingly, the relatively brief span of time from when he’d left Lexi behind and till now had caused Garrin to become seriously backed up, and there was no way that he could hold back his balls for much longer, “On your knees!”

“Not with this GIANT DICK IN MY ASS!” Moriah’s reply not only filled the room, but made four of the guards posted outside double over and groan as their trousers got awfully messy in a hurry.

“Slut!” His hands wrapped round Moriah’s waist, Garrin fucked his way out of her ass, pounding her continually as slowly but surely, more and more of his cock was left exposed at the end of each savage, see-sawing drive.

“On your knees, slut!” As soon as the wet, sucking noise of Garrin’s fuckpiece clearing Moriah’s bung had rung out, Lana had grabbed hold of her and pulled her down alongside her.

“Get ready, here it comes!” Garrin ordered them, one hand pumping up and down the throbbing length of his schlong.

While Moriah simply gave him a look of pure, undiluted fuck-lust, the somewhat more composed Lana offered him a wink and stuck out her tongue as if to give him something to aim for.

She’d probably underestimated the amount of jizz that he could pump out, and which she became aware of when he blasted practically the whole of her face with his first shot.

“FU…!!!” Moriah started out, only to be interrupted by her own face disappearing underneath a sea of pearly white.

“Squeeze your tits together!” Garrin growled while his balls tensed up in preparation for his next release. A blink of an eye later, and Moriah and Lana had their tits mashed together tight as they leaned in closer to each other, each cum-faced babe keeping her mouth gaping wide-open.

“FUCK!!!!” SPLAT!!! SPLAT!!! SPLAT!!! SPLAT!!! In the span of ten seconds, Garrin’s cock pulsed from base to crown four times over, and four torrential surges of spunk were blasted onto the twin set of huge, round boobs that it had been aimed at.

“I can’t see!” Moriah giggled.

“Help! I’m drowning!” Lana giggled back.

“Here’s more!” Garrin bellowed, right before more jizz came thundering up from his balls to splatter against the pair of sluts kneeling before him.

Six more shots followed before Garrin’s testes at long last ceased churning. But they remained as big and as heavy as ever.

“Fuck...” Moriah groaned.

“So much cum...” Lana joined in.

“We’re not done yet,” With another growl, Garrin stepped in closer to them both, with the hulking shadow of his mammoth cock being cast across their jizz-glazed faces.