Two For Thun'da update (Patreon)

Thun’da lay there moaning, as aroused by the feeling of what they were doing as he was watching the two beauties worship his manhood. He forced his hands to clasp behind his head, making a pillow that kept them out of the way—he didn’t trust himself to try to dictate what the girls were doing.

It felt so good, he would only ruin things by trying to change it in any way. He only rocked his hips gently, offering his length to their sucking throats as Pha and Cave Girl tongued and mouthed his straining member.

Cave Girl pulled on Thun’da’s foreskin until she’d entirely uncovered his fisted cockhead. She licked its underside and Thun’da arched up, his shudders going so far down his body that his toes curled under tautly chiseled calves.

“Yeahh!” he grunted. “Real good!”

Pha’s tongue mobbed Thun’da’s cockhead along with Cave Girl’s. She held what she could grip of his length in her hand and slid his foreskin up and down.

“I like moving this around,” she said breathlessly. “I love seeing the end of it come out again and again! That’s where we’ll get his cum!”

Thun’da squirmed. His balls throbbed. The muscles of his loins and stomach stood out from his skin, showing that all of him was finely muscled, not just his bold, broad pecs and thighs and shoulders.

“Mmm, yes,” he groaned out.

“I like the sounds he makes!” Pha giggled. She passed his cock to Cave Girl like she was giving her a musical instrument, inviting her to try her hand at it. And once Cave Girl took it, Pha rose up Thun’da’s body.

She kissed his nose, then playfully licked between his nostrils. When next she kissed him, it was aggressive—like she’d softly snuck up on prey only so she could kill it with her first blow. Her tongue burst into Thun’da’s mouth, demanding he satisfy the full range of her hunger.

Then she came up further, to straddle Thun’da’s face. Pha looked down with every inch she lowered herself, relishing the sight of Thun’da’s handsome face coming into contact with her pleasure-sensitive cunt.

Thun’da growled, aware of the joy Pha took in anticipation of him. Relishing it himself. Then his tongue was digging into Pha, touching her where she could not be more tender.

“Yes, devour me, make a feast of me!” Pha moaned, rubbing her sex all over Thun’da’s lust-reddened face. “I’ll feed you all day—give you the taste of me forever! Oooh, THUN’DA!”

Cave Girl held the jungle lord’s prick in both hands, clutching it so tightly she would’ve hurt him if he weren’t so awesomely aroused. Its taste and its scent made her want it like an addiction she hadn’t known held her in its grip. She pumped her hands on it, jerking the skin up and down, making his erection buck like it had to force out the precum that was bubbling down his glans.

Seeing it, feeling its musky flavor shot through the air and into her senses, she opened her lips wide and took his cockhead inside them. She was able to get it past her straining lips along with three more inches, but that was all she could take. Her lips stretched like straining rope and her jaw ached with a throb indistinguishable from the lust that charged Thun’da’s erection. Cave Girl didn’t care. She sucked, her tongue working at whatever it could touch of the monolith stuffing her mouth.

The motion in Thun’da’s loins grew. It seemed impossible to contain and its containment grew more impossible. He was trying to force his prick deeper into Cave Girl’s throat; she tried to let him. His toes spread and flexed and curled. All the muscles of his body stood out from his skin, desperate but powerless to get his erection any further into the relief of Cave Girl’s gullet.

He could only writhe sensuously, pleasuring Pha’s sex and hoping somehow he would get the same amount of satisfaction from what little solace Cave Girl’s mouth could offer.

“I want your tongue deeper!” Pha grunted, rutting Thun’da’s mouth like he somehow didn’t know how good her cunt tasted, like she had to show him. “Lick me good! Oh, yes, taste all of it!”

Seeing Pha’s luscious enjoyment, Cave Girl wanted to be part of it. She wanted to have Pha’s taste on her tongue like Thun’da did. And she wanted Thun’da to devour her like he was doing to Pha. But she couldn’t give into the sex, submerge in it, any further than she had. She needed to enjoy what was in front of her. And she was going to make Thun’da’s big cock give up its delicious flavor even if she had to dislocate her jaw.

Thun’da’s balls continued to swell and roil, full of the taste Cave Girl wanted so fervently. Cave Girl played with them, trying to tantalize them like they were tempting her. She caressed them with her fingertips—squeezed them and felt how they pulsed inside her hand. She fondled the sweat that darkened Thun’da’s pubic hair; made as tight a fist as she could on his muscular glutes, so firm and toned. Massaged all she could hold. Thun’da moaned and his erection grew so engorged in Cave Girl’s mouth that she thought it would fuck right through her.

She loved it. Suckled it needfully, enjoying the feeling of fullness that consumed her senses even more than the bittersweet tang of Thun’da’s sweaty erection already had. She’d never had anything so big in her mouth. It would’ve been like trying to throttle herself, attempting to make her throat submit to such size, but Thun’da was giving this to her and she couldn’t refuse it. Her cunt wouldn’t let her. She needed to fully surrender to this prick demanding her throat.

Her saliva overflowed her stretched mouth and ran down the king of the Congo’s manhood, lubricating it until she could work her lips a little ways down its heft. Her tongue lashed at its girth. Her head bobbed up and down on its length. Her lips scoured every bloated vein in his shaft, pressing down on his member as if to feel out its exact dimensions.

As she sucked and gurgled, teasing her throat into rebelling against how much it had been forced to endure, Thun’da grunted, groaned. Hearing him, Cave Girl knew she had to keep going, no matter how much abuse her throat suffered. Anything was worth giving Thun’da this much pleasure.

“Godddss!” Pha howled. “He loves it! He loves how I taste! He’s fucking me with how much he loves it!”

She grabbed Thun’da’s head, holding it to her sex as she crashed down on his tongue, grinding their bodies together in a never-ending sizzle of voluptuous enjoyment. The jungle lord huffed for breath like a bear, licking and teething Pha’s folds. His hips pumped upward, sending his cock into Cave Girl’s gullet. If it could’ve gotten any deeper, she might have strangled to death, but his engorged member was too large for that.

Cave Girl growled as animalistically as he was, sucking at him, rubbing her hands all over his ass and midsection to feel the tension building in his muscles. The tension that would only leave in a sexual explosion. It felt like he would blast her head from her neck when he came, but she wanted his seed enough to risk it. Pha might get to come on his snaking tongue, but she would get Thun’da’s essence, as much as he had to give, all burning away in the pit of her belly. She sucked his dick as hotly as she could.

Thun’da’s feet kicked and he arched up high. When Cave Girl’s hands ran over his prick and balls, they pushed back against her touch, swollen with something sizzling hot. Cave Girl squeezed at the engorgement and a torturous groan worked its way out into Pha’s womanhood. His body trembled and started to jerk. Thun’da grunted as if wounded and then Cave Girl tasted an explosion.

“MMMM!” she moaned, not even thinking to hold back her satisfaction at being quenched.

Cave Girl’s head jerked back, pushed away from Thun’da’s cock by the river now flowing into her mouth. There was no respite in emptying her maw of Thun’da’s manhood. Thick, potent cum replaced its size. And still she grabbed hold of Thun’da’s twitching manhood, pumped it as if it wasn’t giving her enough of its eruption.

No matter how much he came, she wanted more, and she got it. Her eyes wide as more semen fountained out of the mighty cudgel she’d somehow had in her mouth a second ago. The cum sizzled onto Cave Girl’s face, heat both inside and out, but still she bent over it and let it come even closer to her inundated skin. Pumping it in her hands. Swallowing whatever she could get in her mouth. The moment he ran out of cum, she knew she would swallow his wet cock too.

Pha looked over her shoulder, seeing Thun’da’s prick slathering its load onto Cave Girl’s face and the woman eagerly presenting her open mouth, her fawning features for more. The sight brought Pha immediately to orgasm: imagining herself taking that cum, thinking of licking it from Cave Girl’s features and seeing Thun’da’s approval…

“Oh yesss!” she cooed, grinding herself and all her wetness into Thun’da’s face to do to him what he was doing to Cave Girl. “You’ve got so much for her! You’re going to cover her in it! She’s going to smell more of you than you do!”

And Thun’da moaned in utter delight at both the taste and his rapture, still licking Pha’s juicy cunt.

Cave Girl laughed and cooed, sucked and swallowed. The sight of Pha and the king of the Congo orgasming together was exhilarating. Her own cunt burned with horrible, glorious need.

As Thun’da’s prick trickled out the last of what had swelled it, Cave Girl let go and came up over Thun’da. She hunched over his midsection and took hold of his prick again, feeling it twitching with the last pulses of his climax.

It was like she had to wrestle it to keep it still while she lowered herself on it until she was impaled, filled with his cum-slick member. Being filled even more until she felt the wiry hairs of his balls scratch her buttocks.

“Oh SHITTT!” Cave Girl gasped, writhing, panting. She was being split in half. She was splitting herself in half, because even with the pain it felt so good.