Like mother, like daughter

“Damn it girl,” Damon hissed out before grinning at Tamara again, “You’re going to make me blow another load.”

“That’ll hardly give her reason to stop,” Galiana informed him, from her position of reclining against the side of the bed. Her voice now had a dazed quality to it, and the blonde priestess was slowly collecting long ropes of jizz from her flat belly before dangling them down into her mouth, sucking them down as if they were spaghetti.
With his legs dangling next to Galiana’s left arm, the towering specimen of warriorhood and manhood that was Dareios made for an odd sight as he laid on his back in the bed with his hard cock standing proud as it pointed straight up towards the ceiling, a drop of cum ever so often oozing out of his cumhole to begin the long journey downwards.

“True,” Damon acknowledged the wisdom of what Galiana had just said, but made no effort to detach his cock from Tamara’s hungry maw, with the foxy brunette slobbering over his fuckrod as he fed more and more of it past her lips.

A couple of minutes went by with the scene remaining the same, Damon’s balls slowly expanding as his face-fucking of Tamara brought him closer and closer to another sizeable ejaculation. Then Dareios rose to his feet and walked past Damon and Tamara on his way towards the door.

“Where you heading, cousin?” Damon asked him.
“To get a drink,” Dareios responded, “you think you can handle yourself alone with these two?”
“I’ll manage,” Damon promised him, “bring me back a beer, would you?”
“You’re not going to get us anything?” Galiana asked from her position next to the bed, naturally spreading her legs a bit to show Dareios more of the pinkness of her wet pussy while she spoke to him.
“We’ve been feeding you sluts cum for the better part of the day, so you can’t be thirsty,” Dareios laid out his response, “and it’s not like we need to get you drunk for you to let us fuck you.”
“Sluts?” Galiana lingered on the word that Dareios had used to describe her and the other priestesses, “I like it when you call me names…”
“I’ll try to think of a few more to call you while I’m away,” Dareios promised her with a smile, and exited the room.

As Kyla repeated the motion of running her hands all over his cock again and again, lovingly stroking and fondling it whilst cooing over its hardness, Kamil began to feel a strange sensation originating from his member. It was an odd rather than a painful feeling, with a quick paced tingling taking hold in the pit of his stomach, and suddenly the tingling spread into his cock, making him gasp loudly. Taking his gaze from the lovely tit-queen stroking his member and moving it to his cock, Kamil was flabbergasted as he saw how his cock began to grow, his cockhead rapidly distancing itself further and further from his waist while the girth of his dick grew quickly until it seemed as though it was now nearly twice as thick as it had been to begin with.

Likewise, the many veins that criss-crossed the trunk of his member had now grown thick enough for Kyla to balance her finger on them, while his pisshole had distended itself until pre-cum flew easily from its mouth.
Ending her grasp of his cock, Kyla reached down and picked up the other, thus far unopened bottle, offering it to him from her position kneeling in front of him and his now gargantuan cock.

“This one you drink,” Kyla told him, “and by the way, have you figured out what the first one did yet?”
Ignoring her teasing, Kamil accepted the other bottle and quickly pulled its stopper out before bringing it to his lips so that its contents could flow down his throat. The potion had an oily quality to it, and didn’t taste very much, just the briefest trace of elderberries.

“You should probably stop now!” Kyla said, with a certain degree of urgency apparent in her voice, “Or you’ll risk overdosing it.”
Taking the bottle from his lips with a faint “Right,” Kamil handed Kyla the bottle and waited to see what would happen next. At first, nothing changed, and Kamil began to suspect that the second potion wasn’t working like it should. But then he nearly doubled over as a powerful churning began in his ballsack, which began to balloon up until each of his balls appeared to have been replaced by coconuts. Naturally, this meant that the pace with which pre-cum was flowing from his pisshole increased greatly, and several ropes of the transparent fluid now shot out to smack into Kyla’s face, which was something that she certainly didn’t seem to mind.

“Alright,” Kyla suddenly called out with a clear and steady voice, “you can come out now!”
Lea, who had decided to stay so that she could keep ogling the boy that she had a crush on, at first couldn’t believe what Kyla had said.
“Wait, who are you talking to?” Kamil asked Kyla, who went on to ignore him as she called out “Hustle up! Or I’ll fuck him myself!”

Kamil’s heart now skipped a beat as a figure appeared from behind its cover and he realized that it was Lea, the innkeeper’s daughter and the woman that he had had a crush on since before he had even known what it was like to have an erection.

As Lea drew nearer to him, Kamil marvelled over the fact that she was completely naked, with ropes of cum glistening against the tanned skin of her face, tits and stomach, with strings of the thick, sticky stuff even dangling from her thighs and having melted into the curly strands of her triangular patch of pubic hair.

Stopping when she was a few feet away from him, Lea let her gaze wander all over Kamil’s form, taking in the awesome spectacle that was his cock, which had now grown into a length that covered a foot and then some, and which stood straight out like an iron-bar over a pair of obscenely oversized balls.
Locking her eyes onto his, Lea declared with a voice drenched in arousal that “I want that thing in my ass.”

Kamil was thereby provoked into giving Lea the crudest compliment that she’d ever received, but also the one that she cared for the most, by groaning out as cum suddenly came cascading out of his cumhole. It was with a girlish shriek of joy that Kyla recognized the fact that she was positioned straight in the middle of the cumshot’s trajectory. Then her shriek was drowned out by a loud and healthy-sounding Splat! as her face was obscured by a glossy mask of newly released jizz.

Flashing Kamil a smile before letting her pink tongue run over her lush lips, Lea moved right up next to him and placed the palm of her hand against the base of his wildly beating meatstaff, cooing at how hot it felt to touch. With Kamil staring at her rather than at the woman that he was hosing down with his balljuice, Lea let the palm of her hand travel up the length of the trunk of his horsedick, and then moved it backwards again before placing it against his ballsack, which meant that the muscles of her hands were now getting a massage from his frantically convulsing testes.

Harlan couldn’t believe his luck. A while ago, this had looked like just another night for the innkeeper. Then the priestesses had arrived at his inn, and he had gotten a healthy glimpse of their astonishing physiques and breathtaking beauty. By then, he was having a good night.

Now, as he was busying himself with screwing a wine-bottle around inside of one of the priestesses’ asshole while she was being doused in the jizz of a dozen different men, her musky pussy close enough to his face for him to be spattered with gobs of her girlcum each time that she climaxed, which she did often enough, his night was becoming pretty damn good.

A happily married man, Harlan felt no shame or guilt about what he was doing. He and his wife Seri had been married for twenty years, with one beautiful daughter to show for it, and had reached an agreement early in their marriage that they would both be allowed to fool around with other people, just as long as no one got pregnant. The last part of the bargain was easy to live up to since the spouses shared a passion for anal sex. Quite often, they would invite one another to witness their infidelities, and most of the time this would develop into a threesome.

And if Seri had any objections about what he was currently doing, she was far too busy sitting at a nearby table, with the top of her dress pulled down so that she could play with her nipples and the bottom of it pulled up so that she could stab three fingers into her sex, to voice those objections.

Despite being nearly forty years old, twenty-one years older than her daughter, Seri looked more like she was Lea’s older sister rather than her mother, her beauty and voluptuous build having remained nearly unaffected by the passing of two decades of married life. A loving and caring wife, Seri kept her pussy smooth-shaven so that her husband could lick it without having her pubes tickle his nose.

With all the commotion having been brought about by Faye’s appearance in the barroom, Dareios was at first allowed to enter it via the stairs without getting much attention. Soon enough however every woman in the bar except Faye, who was preoccupied having cum shot into her gaping mouth while her hairless pussy quivered as an other climax was building up to roll over her with full intensity, was watching the buck-naked stud move towards the bar with a smile on his lips and not a worry in the world, carelessly traversing the counter before pouring himself a glass of wine from an already opened bottle.

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