The Lost World Pt. 06 - Conclusion

Ever the fighter, she ground back against him, groaning her lust with every deep thrust, her voice getting raw from the constant shouts of pleasure and pain. But

David kept her pinned, kept driving her tits-first into the wall, his balls sometimes going so far as to slap into the sturdy wooden frame of it. If it hurt him at all, he didn't give a sign, only speeding up and slapping harder as he pummeled and pounded her pussy. Finally, after enough screams to lose her voice completely, Elees' head slammed back into his chest hard enough to knock him back as she silently mouthed her way through what must have been the biggest orgasm she'd ever had in her entire life, then she slumped down the wall to her knees, David carefully moving his cock with her to stay imbedded as best he could. Finally he pulled back with a smug smirk to Belalt, the only one of the two of them who had successfully brought the amazon low. If nothing else marked his right to stake this claim, it was the impressive pair of ball-ruts he'd left in the wood, if poor Belalt had chosen to press his own huge hangers into those indents, he'd have only had another reminder of how he simply wasn't as big.

Decimating Elees was yet another point in the column that said David should be chief, but the real endurance contest was yet to come, and I could personally attest to just how long Belalt could fuck after we'd shared what seemed such a casual two-day encounter to him. He certainly had stamina and David was untested.

Zoni

It was definitely starting to feel a lot lonelier; Girls were passed out all over, most in puddles of their own cream. Desi in particular had notably continued to cum for over an hour after she'd been fucked insensible, and while Aida was at least visibly awake she was so weak from the overstimulation that she looked like a baby kitten learning to walk whenever she tried to move; mostly she was contenting herself with just watching the action that remained, clearly hoping to gain a second wind and rejoin before all was said and extremely deeply done.

One of the three of us still standing was Zoni, she of the legendary cunt control. She came together with Belalt, a choice that seemed mutual on both their parts.

"I know you wanted me to finish this upstart off," she said, indicating David with a roll of her head, "but I would never forgive myself if we got through this whole fuck-off and I never got to taste that cock."

And then they were coupled, just like that, collapsing together in a pile of limbs and grinding fuck-parts. Creva and I turned to one of our favorite pastimes, sucking and polishing David's huge balls while Belalt and Zoni gave into their lust for each other.

Of course from a technical standpoint, it was nothing but a mistake for Belalt to seek her out this way, her famous cock-milking pussy would make a meal of any dick and he only stood to rob himself of endurance, yet they so clearly pined for one another he could not resist.

I don't know what, if any, notions of romance the Salinthians had, but this might have been the most romantic gesture I'd seen any of them take. I don't care if it costs me the chieftain mantle, I need you is what Belalt was saying with every deep thrust of his cock.

Zoni was responding in kind, and while you could never really see the action that was going inside of her that seemed to make all the difference for the men who fucked her, I could see her abs gently flexing, her hips rolling in what I can only describe as micro-movements and her determined look of concentration as she did *things* to him inside of her. They fucked for what easily must have been three hours (three hours that Creva and I spent simply sucking David's cock, sometimes doubling up on it, sometimes taking turns and watching one another, I came to have a real appreciation for her wild technique when it came to the art of pleasuring a great big dick) and transitioned through dozens of positions.

My favorite was the last one, when Belalt was on his knees and leaned back so far that his back was almost parallel with the ground, Zoni's feet were perched on his knees and she was leaned back on both palms, braced by his powerful pectoral muscles as she performed this odd crab-walking reverse-cowgirl madness. In this position, Belalt's womb-busting battering ram was visibly poking into her flesh, the bulge of it rubbing around clearly visible in a grotesque display of the limits of humanoid anatomy. What was extraordinary was the way her cunt was clearly tossing his cock around with real force, her interior muscles were so strong she could make the entire giant shaft jump in one direction than the other, push it back out or suck it in deeper. Zoni was one who could take any dick inside of her no matter how huge and dominating and simply own it. I'm not one who always wants to be in control of course, especially when it comes to big cock, but I had to admit that there was certainly appeal in at least always having the option.

Then David did the unthinkable. This was the moment that I'm pretty sure Belalt on some level completely gave up, though his body would keep fucking on auto-pilot so long as it could. The off-world stud swaggered right up to where the two of them fucked in this position and teabagged Zoni, conveying nothing but the utmost dominance, a way of saying "you might be balls deep in this one but this tribe belongs to me, and so does she."

He rubbed the big slobbery pair still dripping with me and Creva's lust all over her, marking her completely, knocking the beads of her fucksweat all over the place as she let them dance and domineer her moaning countenance.

Then he helped Belalt to finish her off, simply dropping his fat log of a cock (timber, I thought as it fell) right onto her clit, letting Belalt's upthrusts grind the little nub between both impossibly huge pillars of meat, bringing her into a spraying orgasm so fierce that it blinded both Creva and I, launching across the room, dousing our faces, soaking yet more of the poor furs. When David finally stepped away Zoni slumped to the floor, still squirting, crawling a few pitiful feet before collapsing tits-first to the furs. Another woman down and only Creva and I remained.

Creva

It's impossible to know what a madwoman is thinking. Did Creva feel threatened somehow as the numbers dwindled? Perhaps something just turned her on about seeing an eighth woman get utterly demolished by two giant dicks? Or maybe she was just as impulsive as she seemed. I really can't say. What could be said is that what she did next was to go absolutely fucking berserk. She charged to the two of them, leaping up to wrap her legs around Belalt's waist, grinding her clit over the ripples that were his rock-hard abs, leaning back to grab David's cock with greedy tugging force.

Once he was close enough she used the giant meat bat to cudgel her own tits, making them dance for the viewing delight of both conquering studs, then she was cramming it into her mouth, tugging at Belalt's hands, urging him forward so that she could make her throat get stuffed by David's huge meat. Her eyes shone with delight as she gagged out a wad of nasty slobber so big it actually went *splat* as it hit the top of David's foot. Then she broke herself free of the big cock and spun like a cat in the air to drop from Belalt's stomach to her palms and feet, crawling lustily to lick up the slobber from David, an act of perfect submission.

Belalt looked to David,

"I think the slut wants abuse," he proclaimed.

"Who are we to deny her?" David shot back, roughly grabbing her hair and lifting her up to her feet. Creva wrapped both hands around his wrist, grinning ear-to-ear at the words that brought her to this point.

*Smack!* David's hand lashed across her ass, making her but cheeks jiggle.

*Crack!* Belalt's hands smacked across her tits, making them jiggle even more so.

*Smack!* *Crack!* *SMACK!* *CRACK!* *CRACK!* *SMACK!* *SMACK!*

The pair laid their hands across her to her increased shrieks of wild-eyed delight, spinning her to trade rolls. Then David grabbed her shoulders, bending her back so he could pull her into a big, deep kiss, leaving her exposed cunt for Belalt who gently bludgeoned her clit with his enormous cock, his effort making her answer with a steamy gout of girl-cream squirting from inside her.

David finished his kiss and shoved her over, impaling her mouth on the upturned weapon of the Chief's son, making her gag-cum hard as she GLORKED it down, then he shoved his own turgid rod right up into her cunt from behind, lifting her ass and making her head lower into a deeper gag. They held this pose for a few dozen thrusts before, her slobber and cream making a pair of puddles at either end of her, and then he lifted up her legs in wheel-barrow lift around her hips.

The two proceeded to spit-roast her in the most literally fashion imaginable, slowly turning her body around, rotating her for every angle of deepthroating gag-fest and cunt-killing powerfuck possible, the sounds she made, squeals of pleasure interrupted by jarring chokes, echoed off the walls of the hut for hours, only getting more intense.

That might have been one of the things that made Creva so insane; sex didn't wear her out in the slightest as far as I could tell, rather each pleasured frenzied moment of it gave her more and more energy, pushing her further and further past some brink I didn't understand.

But David and Belalt found a way to break her yet. At one point in her rotation they stopped while she was face-down and ass-up, Belalt greedily seizing the opportunity to tug her big dangling tits, milking them firmly, manhandling her funbags like a pair of lewd fuckfruits. David followed suit, first mauling and squeezing her asscheeks, then beginning to attack them anew with vicious spanks that left big red hand-marks all over her.

As they began to doll these punishments out she began to buck and vibrate harder and harder, her body becoming a blur as she turbo-gagged on Belalt and slammed her hips up and down David, only growing faster and faster, the noises becoming a mysterious constant instead of punctuated moans or choking sounds. The cascading flow of cunt juice sprayed finer until it was just a squirting mist that left David completely glistening.

Then, suddenly, she was out. It was such a seamless transition I completely missed it, she just revved herself up faster and faster and faster and then *POOF* she was unconscious between them, still misting a little bit of juice, but very much out. The pair lowered her gently down, and then turned their attention to the last woman left standing.

Oh fuck.

That was me.

Both boys were panting a bit, clearly very tired but not undone. I took a look at one of the massive torches and took note of how far it had burned. I'd been counting time better for the first 24 hours of this fuckfest, but now, assuming the same rate of burn, the wood that remained suggested we'd been here for over three days now.

No wonder they were tired!

I'd have to last until more of the girls woke up fully... there were some bleary blinks and rested-looking faces from the early dropouts like Aida and Desi, but they weren't ready to fuck more yet. It was going to be my job to hold out!

I used my biggest resources first, meeting the advancing pair tits-first, dropping to my knees and wrapping them around David, firmly beating my boobs all over his shaft before squeezing tight so he could fuck them. I mashed my big lips all over his cockhead each time it poked through to savagely slam against my mouth bruising my lips a bit, but that only made them fuller fuck-bumpers for what was to come so I took it with glee. After several long moments of this Belalt impatiently tapped his cock against the side of my head and I sucked it instead, getting myself to ignore the insistent taps from David's dick as he continued to plow between my udders, slurping nastily, drooling everywhere as I worked the other monstrous cock, making it glisten and shine.

In time I switched, sucking David, titfucking Belalt, but I could only keep them busy this way for so long; the pair were now just mindless fuck-machines, competition and exhaustion pushing them past the point of any reason or strategy, they were just a pair of giant thrusting cocks looking to fill every hole they could stretch out. Finally David pushed me roughly back, spread my legs, and CRAMMED himself inside.

Of course we'd fucked before earlier in the orgy, but now it was like something completely different, David's thrusts were relentless and fast and brutal and clumsy and climax-inducing. He found the sweet spot where he was just hammering every pleasure-point inside my cunt and then RODE it faster and harder and harder and faster, lightning bolts of joy ripping through my body, making my tits infinitely tighter and bringing howls of joy from my lips, making it easy to ignore the fact that my own huge boobs were occasionally whacking me right in the face as his big balls swatted my asscheeks like a pair of lead weights.

Belalt hung back and watched, a smug smirk on his face.

I realized suddenly what he was doing! As tired and animalistic as the boys had become in their endless fuckfest, Belalt had clearly retained just a little of his craft and cunning. He was letting David do all the fucking, letting David wear himself out!

He was going to win if my homeworld colleague just broke his dick off in me until her could manage to get it up no longer!

I tried to tell David, to warn him what the game was and how he needed to pace himself and give Belalt some of my cunt too or he'd be lost, but with that gigantic cock feeling like it was ripping from my cunt all the way into my brain the only sound

I could make come out of my mouth was,

"OHHHHHHHH AUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUGH!!"

The pleasure just swept me away. I wanted to help, but absolutely couldn't. I just watched, cunt spraying, heart sinking, every fuck-thrust bringing David one step closer to defeat.

Then suddenly a pale hand wrapped around Belalt's massive chest, stroking his strong pectorals. He blinked and turned, his moving body revealing that his mother,

Mia, had entered the hut, making him gasp when he laid eyes on her. Everything about her was so perfect, from the humongous tear-drop breasts to the flaring hips and tiny waist, she was every bit the tribal queen, the high priestess of Aros.

"Mother," he said breathlessly.

"Your father gave me permission to join the festivities," she said, "now let mommy take care of you."

I could see any resistance Belalt might have had totally melt away; he wanted her so badly, it was obvious.

She bent then, fucking his cock with her tits straight on, letting him punch in between them so his head thumped her chest, her pair so massive it could take more than half of him this way. She squeezed them tight and wrung them around the stiffness, pleasuring him with the tits he'd probably suckled as a baby, working her behemoth boobs hard to pleasure him, her mouth dropping to lick along the top of his shaft as best she could.

Finally gently tugged him down by his big balls, making out with him deeply while the pair were both on their knees, then she was pushing him back and crawling over him, letting her breasts sweep over his body for an entire trip head-to-toe before working herself back down onto his cock.

It was breath-taking how she looked, making sitting on a cock look somehow more like sitting on a throne, in complete control as her cunt parted for that epic fuckstick, the strain on her pussy lips clear in her face as sweat began to bead on her brow, but she was still masterfully in charge. Then the high priestess began to bounce and all Hell broke loose, her giant tits swinging and swaying in complex orbits on her chest, her whole body rolling with those incredible dancer movements she'd displayed earlier.

You couldn't help but be in awe of her; when she fucked, she fucked with her entire body, totally devoted and focused, totally unencumbered by any sense of self or ego, just a pure force for sex, the perfect embodiment of High Priestess. I hoped that one day, if I were High Priestess like her, I could learn to have sex the way she did.

For a time I used what little of my brain that David wasn't fucking right out of my head to puzzle over why on earth she'd entered the hut to literally screw her own son out of the competition. But I realized the answer was in what she'd said, "Your father gave me permission..." the Arosian people had so little taboo or rule, yet this, it seemed, was one. The bond High Priestess and Chief was such that one might have to actually have to ask permission to fuck another, and if Belalt were made chief that would be two sets of permission they'd have to get to fuck afterwards, she clearly wanted better access to fuck her son, even if it meant depriving him of this one thing. And the way they fucked I couldn't blame her, her eyes rolled back into her head, she threw back her head and allowed the unrestrained shouts of fuck-lust rip their way from her voluptuous frame, sobbing with delight, squirting with orgasm, and riding her son hard and long.

Things stayed this way for the single longest uninterrupted marathon side-by-side competitive fuck of the entire contest thus far. She bounced faster and faster, hour after hour, David slamfucking my ass into the floor in tandem right along with her. In some ways, the real fight at this point wasn't between Belalt and David, but rather David and Mia, they were the two in control of the situation, urging each other on to higher heights of violent fucklust, thrusting and grinding harder and faster until finally Belalt broke.

I was surprised at how subdued it was. Every other orgasm either of the boys had been through were these loud, roaring things, but in this case, Belalt's whole body tensed up, his quivered slightly and his face clenched into that crazy cum-squinch.

"I love you mother!" He squeaked quietly, a fountain of his white load suddenly spilling from her, running over his balls.

David only doubled-down to show off more, hitting a speed I didn't know was possible as he mirrored his competition with the glorious growl of a conqueror,

"I LOVE YOU!" he roared in my face as he made me cum the hardest I'd cum in my whole life. I don't know how my cunt was capable of even higher levels of pleasure, but the squirt that I blasted out hit the wall with enough force that the splattery noise startled two more of the girls awake, causing them to sit up, mouths agape at the arc of juice spilling from me. Gaila moved to catch some of it in her mouth as I just came harder and harder, conscious as David withdrew from me, still hard.

By contrast, when Mia finally stood from her son, his cock flopped out of her soft, hitting the furs heavily, curved at full rest.

Just like that, it was over, David would be chief.

But he was still hard, and he wouldn't be done fucking for many hours yet, I crawled from him as girls mobbed him in celebratory shrieks, all wanting to be the first to suck my juices off of the new victorious stud's cock. It was on the sight of Mia shoving them all aside to do exactly that I finally fell into an exhausted sleep.

I know that I must have slept for more than a day, fully recovering, but it was not an uninterrupted sleep, every now and then I'd open my eyes to take in yet another scene of the insane effort everyone was putting into getting David to subside completely, just in little flashes, frozen moments in time before I'd doze off again, probably fucking in my dreams it had been such a constant.

Flash

Creva on her knees, slapping away at every girl with David's cock, like she was knighting them in turn.