Odila is hung under the trunk

It was Odila who came first of the two lovers’, however, the combination of Galashiels’ rhythmically and savagely fucking her pussy deeper and fuller than any man before him and the appearance of Zalah and Yira next to her tits, each one of the blondes leaning down over them and finding one small nipple each poking up through her skin-tight glazing of cum with their mouths causing her to drop her head back and wail out at the top of her lungs as her brains virtually melted from the inescapable, raw bliss of her climax.

Galashiels wasn’t far behind her, and after one final thrust of his cock into her, sending the member, easily thicker than her well-muscled arms, as far into her distended hole as it could possibly go, he began the slow but oh so enjoyable process of extracting his enormous member from her slit.

Viveka and Maxime released the demi-minotaur’s grapefruit-sized balls and watched on, mesmerized, as inch after inch of thick, dark cockmeat, engraved with veins that now seemed to have started throbbing, became visible until finally, with ropes consisting of a mixture of his cum and the fluids of her climax, latched themselves onto his cockhead as it was detached from her well-fucked twat, a wet, squishy noise being heard as her stretched labia began to retract to their normal tightness again.

Jutting his ass back, Galashiels manoeuvred his cock hands-free to be slapped against the firm surface of Odila’s abdomen, her pussy placed right before his scrotum, so that his cock lay atop of her belly and chest, the thick rod slowly sinking in between her two gloriously round mounds, the angry head of it lying just beneath her throat, the cumhole of it now distended to the point that Zalah wondered if she wouldn’t actually be capable of stuffing a finger into it.

Yira and Maxime bit their lips with glee when they saw a bulge forming at the root of Galashiels’ elephantine prick, before then starting to advance along the length of the turgid member.

Placing themselves around Odila’s head and shoulders, all four of the buxom sluts watched on as the bulge slowly moved its way forwards, leaving the inches of cockmeat that it passed several inches thicker, making the cock even more tumescent.

“Oh shit,” Zalah nodded at Odila’s tits, which the bulging was slowly approaching, “we better pull those two out of the way.”

Moving forwards again to Odila’s chest, Yira and Zalah pulled her firm, orbed breasts apart just as the dispatch of cum reached their base, thereby managing to stop the two tits from functioning as a rudimentary cock-ring.

As it turned out, however, Zalah and Yira held the slippery boobs separated until the bulge promising an oncoming cascade of balljuice had made its way halfway through the white-coated cleft between them, and then gently pressing them back together against the sides of the cock’s trunk.

Moving back to their previous position again, Zalah and Yira rejoined the other two harlots in eagerly anticipating the oncoming blast, while Odila’s face, held in level with their bellybuttons by Galashiels’ firm arms, became a mask that showed the mixture of blissful and nervous expectations which she held towards the oncoming ejaculation.

Finally, the progress of cum through Galashiels’ cock had reached a point right behind the head, the entire trunk of it now having swelled up to become even more obscene in its thick and throbbing potency.

And then, for a few seconds, nothing happened.

Surprised and not a little annoyed by that, the four cumsluts standing in front of the bloated cum-tube dropped their guard somewhat, when the cock suddenly erupted with cum spurting forth through the air, hitting them with a ferocious **** that actually sent Yira and Viveka flying down to land on their asses.

Maxime and Zalah remained standing in the centre of the blast, Zalah arching her back in a bow while the brunette leaned forwards, mashing her tits together and allowing them to be hosed down yet again by Galashiels’ cum.

From her position underneath the massive schlong, her head only one or two inches from the meaty cockhead, Odila saw that this blast of cum was different than the previous ones released by Galashiels’ this evening in that it didn’t come in separate, powerful jets, but in one wide, continuous flow that seemed to lose some of its forcefulness as the first fifteen seconds of non-stop cumming went by.

Recognizing it to be safe enough to lift her head up without risking to have it knocked downwards by the cum-blast, Odila did so, her mouth opened wide and her pink tongue stretched out.

Placing her maw right in front of Galashiels’ cumhole, Odila felt the cum starting to rain into her mouth, and she did her best to gulp down as much of it as she could, but it soon started to overflow, and cum ran down over her face in creamy, pulsating waves.

Crawling over the flagstones to lay on their backs in front of Galashiels’ feet, Yira and Viveka started fingering themselves while they basked in the steady downpour of cum which came from Odila’s cheeks.

At the same time, Odila’s icy blonde was washed thoroughly by streams of Galashiels’ seed, until it took on a whiter tone and shaped itself into one continuous and narrowing braid, held together by the stickiness of his jizz.

As for Maxime and Zalah, they got down on top of Yira and Viveka respectively and showed their pussies down into their faces while forcing the girls beneath them to lick theirs, performing a double sixty-nine while thick streams of Galashiels’ load washed down upon their backs and asses.

Finally, after more than three minutes and after gallons of cum had been released from Galashiels’ seemingly unending reserve of it, the torrent ended.

The ecstatic cheers of the crowd drenched out the sharper splats produced by men shooting their loads onto the flagstones below.

With her face buried in Viveka’s lap, the blonde whore’s massive jugs pressed up against her belly, Zalah wondered what would come next.