The girls were expertly masturbating their hubbies, bringing them to the brink of orgasm. Jim, who was the most muscular of the three men, tensed as Barbara teased him mercilessly with her dirty talking.
“Come on, show us what you’ve got, give me your load, blast it!”
Suddenly, a thin yet powerful flume of spunk jetted out of his tiny cumhole, hitting the mirror a foot away unceremoniously. A second, less powerful and even less plentiful wad joined the first, and his arched his hips backward, signaling the end of his orgasm.
Whitney, who seemed an expert at handjobs, urged her fiancee on, moving him closer to the mirror.
“Since you’re a dribbler rather than a shooter, I’ll have to smear your spunk myself, so just shoot it on my fingers honey, show us what you’ve got!” she encouraged him.
Sooner rather than later, Barney ejaculated, but only a few droplets of creamy sperm dribbled out of his 5-incher, slightly coating his super-fit girlfriend’s middle finger. She cautiously carried the offering to smear in on the mirror, next to Jim’s more impressive load.
Finally, Mercedes took matters into her own hands, so to speak, and her hubby quickly lost his load to her fierce administration. He jettisoned three short blasts and dribbled the final remnants, which Mercedes added to the cum-smeared mirror.
As soon as one of the girls had finished with her poorly-endowed boyfriend, her whole attention had been drawn onto me. Therefore, by the time Mercedes was done with Rod, who had retreated and cowered with his spent mates, three pairs of hands were lovingly jacking my humongous cunt-splitter, coaxing copious globs of precum which covered my newly acquired cockwhores with endless supplies of lubricating fluids.
I looked down upon the three women worshipping my cock, and glanced at their three soon-to-be-cuckolded hubbies.
“So you said it was going to be easy to beat me losers? Just watch the load I’m about to dump pindicks, your girlfriends are going to be delirious with lust!” The girls cooed and urged me on as I flexed my muscles for them.
“Damn kid, I can almost hear your cream slushing in those giant eggs of yours” said Whitney as she attempted to malax one of my big boys with her hand. I was getting real close, my already rock-hard behemoth turned into a titanium-like pillar of lust as the strongest wave of pleasure coursed through my entire body. The imminence of my orgasm was mind-boggling, I arched my back and, contorted with orgasmic bliss, the first jet of boysperm coursed through my straight shaft.
“Shit, I can feel it!” screamed a delirious Barbara, whose hand was vigorously jacking the underside of my dick. Mercedes, who was in charge of the top third of my colossal cum-cannon, moved out of the way just in time to avoid the first blast.
With a mighty roar that resonated throughout the weights room, I unleash the first of many gigantic volleys of boycream. An unending stream ripped through the 6 feet separating my tip and the mirror, loudly splashing on its surface. It took several seconds to eject that gargantuan wad, during which I was in the throes of one mighty orgasm. Up to two cupfuls of cum had already splattered on one mirror, inundating it entirely, when a second blast hit the neighbouring mirror, where the three loads of Jim, Barney and Rod had been deposited. After a loud thud, my teenage cream literally drowned the surface, erasing any traces of their previous attempts.
The girls were delirious, cheering me on like horny cheerleaders, while the men looked on, dumbfounded that a young man could produce so much virile seed. “More cum, more cum”, babbled Mercedes, while Barbara held on to my pulsating rod for dear life, as it spewed voluminous after voluminous flume of boy-batter against the shattering glass. When my continuous outpouring of creamy spunk passed the one-minute mark and wad number 15 was about to be released, Mercedes rose to her feet and immediately received the brunt of my ejaculating dough. The sheer force with which it splashed against her mammoth bosom knocked her off her feet, as she tried to contain the onslaught. Goblets of my cum clung to her shredded T-shirt and her cleavage was instantly filled to the brim with a pool of red-hot sperm. Not to be outdone, she managed to regain her composure, only to be hosed down once again with a river of copious juice. She gargled and slurped at my youthful nectar, as wad after wad pummeled her face and body.
Eventually, my orgasm subsided and Whitney decided to drink directly from the source as my wads became less powerful. She filled her mouth with the final dregs of my milky syrup and let it slowly seep down her throat as she relished its musky taste.
I was heaving from the exhaustion, barely having managed a single breath during this cataclysmic orgasm. Mercedes was dripping from head to toe in my cream, four of the one meter-wide wall mirrors were caked with my heavy goo, Whitney was still gargling my tasty offering, Barbara was wiping from her face and hair the sticky side-gobs she had received in the last couple of minutes, and the whole room reeked of cum.
“At least, he won’t be able to fuck our girls,” commented Jim. “Let’s go home and forget about this Barbara, I’ll make sweet, tender love to you, please, let’s just go home.”
As he finished his pleading, I grabbed my cock by the base, feeling its steel-hardness, walked up to him, pushed him down on the ground and delivered a powerful cock-slap to his face.
“Who said I was done? Barbara, why don’t you come over here, feel my cock, and let your pathetic boyfriend know exactly how hard it still is?”, I ordered calmly.
Barbara jumped to her feet and skippered towards us, a broad smile illuminating her goo-covered angelic face.
“Yes, master.” She grabbed my shaft midway with both hands, barely encircling the tremendous girth of my leviathan, kneaded it lovingly and proudly announced. “Sorry Jim, but Tim here is still rock-hard, and his massive cock demands attention. I will have to please him, because you guys simply don’t measure up and you lost the challenge 3 to nil so Tim is entitled to fuck me as he wishes.”
“It can’t be possible!” muttered a defeated Jim.
I grabbed the bimbo slut firmly by the base of her waist and lifted her clear off the ground, all the way up past the tip of my log and gently sat her on my coke-can thick shaft, which lowered itself with her weight, until it stayed perfectly horizontal. Jim realized that she was suspended in mid-air by the sheer strength of my granite-like cock.