Poppy Proposes a 12 man blowbang

Of course, what Poppy couldn’t possibly be expected to know what was that there was absolutely not likelihood whatsoever of Dareios’s dick softening, particularly now with the addition of another gorgeous slut to the group of babes that he was escorting. So when Poppy actually did open her eyes, her eyelids dislodging thick and glutinous smudges of thick spunk as they did so, the filaments of white semen stretching between her lashes, she was quite unprepared from what she saw.

Looking up, blinking the webs of cum that still gummed her eyes, she saw Dareios standing over her, his absolutely immense fuck missile sticking out rigidly towards her face, the slablike, peach-sized head of the long, vein-corded length about a foot from her face, the smooth, glistening purple flesh of the head glinting and clearly fully engorged, the smooth tissue still turgidly bloated, the pisshole dramatically dilated and leaking thick, gleaming ropes of pearly spunk that dripped lazily in very long laces from the underside that splattered onto her thighs underneath her.

Poppy had little time to take this in before the superlatively gorgeous brunette kneeled possessively in front of the hulking warrior stud, gripped the monstrous, beefy shaft in her hand and directed it into her mouth, where she sucked determinedly. Poppy saw the gorgeous, tanned, stacked slut’s cheeks hollow out as she did so, and noticed the way that Dareios sucked in breath.

‘Yeah,’ said the studly warrior, ‘suck all the cum out of it,’

Riolta was not merely doing just that, but was periodically removing the huge blunt pillar of hulking manflesh from her gorgeously plump lips – all the while with it connected to her chin and lips with thick, sticky stands of semen – and artfully spat the gluey, thick, creamy discharge back onto the head of the member, watching it glaze and slide over the purple head of the smooth, curved crown, before pressing her lips again to the glistening, throbbing, fist-sized head to collect the spunk from it before starting the whole process again. After about thirty seconds, Dareios grunted deeply, a baritone sound in his throat, and a spray of precum squirted explosively from his cockend which arced over Riolta’s shoulder to spatter against a pewter tankard that was hanging from the ceiling.

‘Aaaaaand we’re back to precum again,’ said Faye from behind Dareios, noting the colour of the discharge.

‘Good old Dareios is ready to fuck again,’ Galiana commented.

Poppy looked up at Dareios, her eyes still wincing slightly through the ropes of cum that were standing out on it. The warrior stud’s semen had stuck where it had landed on her face, hair, and tits.

‘You fucking bastard! I didn’t expect you to fuck my ass!’

Then she spat a wad of cum out, trying to hit Dareios somewhere on his long, thick, overdeveloped schlong, even as Riolta smooched the end of it.

Then Poppy cracked a smile.

‘But I’m fucking glad you did!’

There was a general murmur of approval around the room, as the inhabitants of the orgy assented to Poppy’s declaration. There were even a few accompanying comments, mainly along the lines of ‘fucking hell Poppy!’ and ‘you little fucking whore!’ along with a few variations on ‘there’s more where that came from.’

Galiana appeared at Dareios’s side, her massive cumglazed knockers sticking out in front of her.

‘Quite a performance, little Miss Slut,’ she said, sliding her hand sensually down the slablike contours of Dareios’s immensely muscled chest and torso, until her fingers contacted against the solid root of the base of his heavy, granite-hard fuck-muscle. ‘There are very few super-whores that could deal with this ass-destroyer. And your first time, too.’

‘Thanks,’ said Poppy, a little distracted by the way that Galiana had begun levering the monster length up and down, the slick skin of the vein-threaded member glistening in the lamplight and the early morning rays of the sun that pierced through the still-drawn curtains. Tantalisingly, gossamer threads of translucent, pearlescent precum were being dislodged from the underside and leaking crown of the eighteen-inch bullcock, and Poppy was trying to gauge the irregular patterning of the distribution of each as they were cast about in a radius in front of the eye-poppingly well-endowed warrior. Her tongue was already whoreishly extended to catch the errant laces of pre-ejaculate. Dareios watched impassively as Riolta and Galiana played with his cock and balls, Riolta sloppily attempting to suck his nuts into her mouth.

‘Have you given any thought to what you’ll do now?’ Galiana asked.

‘Vaginal?’

‘After that,’ Galiana mentioned, ‘being as you quit your job here and all,’

‘Well I’ve gotta go find some serious dick!’ Poppy exclaimed.

‘What a coincidence!’ said Galiana, ‘that’s just where we’re going!’

‘Fuck! Mind if I tag along?’ Poppy said.

At this, Dareios exercised control over his dick, using his pc muscles to point it at her gorgeous, elated face.

‘Please do,’ said the warrior, before groaning loudly and making his monstrous penis expel a thick torrent of precum that splurted out of his cockend and splattered Poppy’s face. The three sluts around cheered and laughed at the sight of the teen getting sprayed with hot juicy precum, each thrilled and amazed at the amount of the viscous juice that the warrior could produce.

‘O fuuuck…’ Poppy finally said as the hot precum load dripped off her chin and hung off her nose in a long thick stalactite.

‘You really leaving, Pop?’ said a voice from one of the men behind.

‘Sorry boys,’ Poppy confirmed, the glazed teen turning to the semi-circle of slowly-recovering village men arrayed around her back, ‘think I’ve found my calling.’

Poppy turned back to see Faye place a chunky, half-pint pewter mug on the end of Dareios’s dick. It wobbled on the heavy, heart-shaped head but stayed there.

‘What’s that?’ asked Poppy, as she saw Galiana produce – from Gods know where – a jewelled vial with a stopper, which she also placed on Dareios’s dick, about halfway down. The flask sat comfortably on the warrior’s member, moving up and down slightly as a fat vein wobbled it from below.

‘Bit of a going away present,’ Galiana said.

‘For me or for them?’ said Poppy, still transfixed at the way Dareios’s dick was bobbing in the air quite merrily with a mug and vial balanced on it, a strand of precum distending from the stud’s pisshole onto Riolta’s forehead below.

‘Both!’ said Faye, emphatically, taking the vial and pouring it into the mug, ‘boys, gather round here, I’ve got just the stuff to get your juices flowing!’

Galiana took Poppy’s arm and helped her up. ‘We’re going to be doing Girvyn’s work here for a while. Why don’t you go and get changed, and by the time you get back down, we’ll have these boys charged up for a going away blowbang!’

‘What’s a blowbang?’ said Poppy.

‘Well – its…’ started Galiana, momentarily unsure

‘Nah, just fucking with you,’ grinned Poppy, ‘I’m gonna suck all their cocks at the same time.’

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The room was hushed as Poppy made her way back down the stairs. The tavern was gloomily lit (the curtains were still closed) and as a consequence all that could be seen was a pair of shoes making their way down the dark stairway. These shoes were white, glossy, stripper shoes with stacked platform soles and stiletto heels. There were white legwarmers that were wrapped around the top of Poppy’s foot and the top end of the gigantic heels which were pulled about halfway up her shins. White fishnet stockings with very wide diamond shaped holes, held up with tight shiny material around each thigh also adorned her legs. Poppy was wearing an indecently short, pleated skirt in grey that lifted up around her slender, muscular, sleek thighs as she walked down the stairs, underneath which was a red pair of thong panties, the shiny, thin straps riding up over her hips. Her tight, sculptured stomach was a hard rack of muscles, deeply tanned, above which another indecently tight white garment, this time a blouse –style shirt, was open at the throat and all the way down her immense cleavage before being tied in a knot over her muscularly ripped sternum, her gigantic, smooth, round cans pushing out the material. A striped tie was loosely fastened around her neck.

An almost sneering, self-confident pout pushed up her top lip as Poppy reached the foot of the stairs and posed in the tavern, her lithe hips sliding from side to side, the gorgeous babe on one side, facing the dozen silent men on the other.

‘Well guys, what do you think?’ Poppy asked, her hands on her hips, her gaze scaldingly confident and suggestive.

No-one said anything. The assembled men were probably too stunned by Poppy’s beauty, never mind the change in her attitude and confidence. This was not the farm girl and young tavern wench that had grown up in their midst in this tiny rural village. This was a brazenly sluttish young sexual carnivore that looked as though she was going to gobble them off the face of the earth.

‘I’m… what is the phrase…? all… grown… up…’ Poppy slid her hands up her sides as she pronounced each word with expressive smoothness, the words rolling huskily out of her throat as her hands moved to her massive knockers that stuck out like smooth, sun-kissed bowling balls, the eye-popping globes bulging out of the white blouse, the knot tied in the bottom of the material suspended between the pair of solid, heavy, head-sized orbs. Poppy squeezed her monster boobs, hips rocking.

‘It’s time to cash in on all the dirty perverted fantasies you’ve had about me guys,’ Poppy drawled seductively, ‘I’m finally open for business. The only currency I’ll accept is hard fucking inches. I hope you’re not upset.’

Over on the other side of the room, Poppy saw Galiana wink at her, slowly, almost absently jacking Dareios’ monstrous penis, precum roping out of the tip onto the floor. Next to them, Faye and Riolta exchanged a steamy, sloppy kiss.

‘Well, we uh… got them ready for you,’ Galiana said. Opening up her other hand, the one not occupied with milking a brawny staff of meat, Poppy saw that Galiana help up a jewelled bottle and upturned it onto the floor. Nothing came out. ‘All gone,’ said the mega-titted priestess slut.

Poppy’s grin widened and her eyes narrowed even further as she transferred her gaze back to the cohort of men that were arranged in a crescent shape around her, about twenty feet away. Only then did she notice the profusion of massively thick, hard cocks that were pointed at her. These were no ordinary set of prongs that were levelled at her. Instead that were a disproportionate collection of meaty schlongs, none of which looked a whit under twelve inches. She could see the bulging veins throbbing in the collection of meaty shafts from where she stood. Occasionally, a long plume of precum projected out of the group and broke up as it scattered itself against the floorboards at her feet.

‘Oooo…’ said Poppy, her voice oozing with sexuality, ‘a challenge…’

Poppy slowly made her way to one end of the line of naked and half-naked men. The first, a reedy sandy-haired man in his forties with a pair of spectacles, was the first one to get the benefit of Poppy’s attentions. The huge-titted teen stood facing him, about two feet apart, her massive cannonball boobs jutting out in front of her. The man clasped his hands behind his back, an impressively sized, rock hard, jutting cock projecting out in front of him.

‘Schoolmaster Gediman…’ Poppy began, her smouldering eyes practically melting the man, ‘how long has it been?’

‘I… I’ve not measured it Poppy –‘ the man stammered.

‘Not that silly,’ said Poppy, casting an eye downwards at his long, throbbing flesh-mast, ‘how long since you taught me…’

‘W-well, you left school about two years ago…’

‘But you taught me all the way through, didn’t you? Even since I was a little girl…’

Gediman gulped.

‘In pigtails…’

Gediman gagged.

‘-did you ever think I’d make it… big?’ Poppy teased.

Gediman gulped as Poppy arched her back and showcased the way her giant, round tits bulged out, making the material tighten and tense around the eye-popping assets straining underneath. Poppy moved forwards so that Gediman’s painfully, achingly erect and sloppily drooling dick went under the hem of Poppy’s indecently short skirt. The busty teen slut felt the hard, round head of her former Schoolmaster’s fleshmast bump against her panties. Her clit throbbed. Precum spewing out of Gediman’s dick was already roping in a thick strand from the material.

‘I must have been an awful student,’ Poppy pouted, eyes downcast in a mock-apology, ‘totally obsessed with my daddy issues, always trying to get your attention, always coming up to your desk and leaning over. And I’m sorry for the pictures… all of the long, hard, veiny cocks I etched into my desk. It must have driven you wild…’

‘Poppy…’

‘I suppose it’s only natural for schoolgirls to have a crush on their teacher,’ Poppy continued, ‘dreaming of getting bent over and disciplined… disciplined properly, with a real man’s huge fucking monstercock. I guess it’s the nature versus nurture argument – are size queen whores born or made? What do you think sir?’

Poppy stepped backwards after her monologue and Gediman’s massive schlong was released from where it had been trapped between her thigh gap, the huge meaty shaft slapping up against his pecs. As it whipped upwards, a lace of thick, gluey precum was ejected from the end, the gooey rope of clear, hot fluid smacking in a line over Poppy’s etched abs.

Poppy leaned forwards, ‘now you get to fuck your little schoolgirl, you horny motherfucker.’

Gediman didn’t reply, although he did manage to summon a small strangled sound issuing from is throat, as Poppy’s word oozed over him like sexual honey. Poppy gave him a final eye-fucking glance and moved on to the next in line.

This happened to be a far younger man, obviously more around Poppy’s age. Again, as with all the expectant men standing around, his dick and balls were protruding improbably in front of him, a huge meaty head on the end of a thick, straight, vascular stalk of flesh.

‘Vergilius,’ Poppy said, ‘another old school acquaintance.’

Vergilius grinned.

‘Fuck, we must have been so mean to you. I know we were. What was that we called you? Vergil the virgin?’

As she said this, Poppy once again straddled the long, muscular penis that was point at her so that she could feel the smooth head sliding against her sopping labia through her panties. Flexing her lips and baring her teeth in a ferocious snarling pout, Poppy looked down, Virgil’s eyes following hers to the junction of her juicing box and the megacock pressed against it, the teen slut helpfully lifting up her tiny pleated skirt so they could see.

‘Don’t tell me I’m going to be your first,’ Poppy mentioned.

‘No Miss Poppy,’ Vergilius managed to get out, ‘one of the priestesses took care of me.’ He shot a glance to Galiana, who met his gaze and waggled her tongue sluttishly at him. Poppy glanced over her shoulder at the monster-jugged priestess, who by this time had moved her hand up to her mouth and signified a jacking off movement, sticking her tongue into her cheek.

‘But I jerked off to you all the time, back in school,’ Vergilius announced.

‘Oh, you’re sweet,’ said Poppy, ‘and you’ve got the giant cock of a fucking stud god. And now you get to stick it all the way down my fucking throat.’

Vergilius groaned and his dick released a jet of precum that spewed messily from his cockend, slathering Poppy’s already saturated thighs with thick, glutinous juice. Poppy stepped over, and as she did so ran her hand between her thighs to collect palmful of gelatinous precum that oozed out of her palm and webbed her fingers.

‘Alef,’ the busty teenage temptress said to the next man in line, the whorish slut obviously intent on teasing every single one of them in turn. She reached out her precum-dripping hand and used it to clasp Alef’s massively brawny fuckstaff, relishing the rigidity of the girthsome prong and grabbing the young man towards her with a firm jerk before slowly massaging Virgil’s precum all around the shaft as she looked in his eye and spoke to him.

‘I fucking adored you, Alef, growing up. Thick muscled blacksmith’s apprentice with coal black hair. I – and many like me, couldn’t believe that you ended up with Esmerelda. We were heartbroken.’

‘Oh fuck…’ the apprentice blacksmith murmured weakly as Poppy lathered up his meatstick with Virgil’s precum while looking in his eyes.

‘Where’s Esmerelda now?’ Poppy asked, ‘I bet she’s not about to get on her knees and do a twelve-man blowbang, is she?’

‘Oh Gods,’ Alef managed, through gritted teeth, ‘we were betrothed…’

Poppy raised her eyebrow.

‘But no longer. We broke it off.’

Poppy drew a little closer, taking Alef’s hulking dick in a firm grip in her left hand, by the base, while she slid her right up and down his shaft in long strokes, swirling her fist around the head when she got there. ‘And here you are, getting Virgil’s precum worked into your shaft…’

Poppy twirled her finger and thumb all around the shiny purple tip of Alef’s cock, making the round, bell-shaped end even more glossy as she did so. At that, Poppy left Alef and moved down the line. Alef howled and released a bolt of precum that splattered into the ceiling.

‘Pastor Brauss,’ Poppy said to the next man, a more withered specimen that was approaching old age, yet still standing naked in line with a massive horsecock sticking out in front of him, the whole, vascular rod jacking up and down regularly in the air, lines of precum coursing from the tip and several places from the underside so that a pool had formed at the religious man’s feet which Poppy’s stripper shoes stepped into as she stood in front of him.

‘Excuse me a moment, Pastor,’ said Poppy, before turning around in front of the Pastor and bending over slowly, the tight skirt riding up on her lower back as Poppy’s spectacularly pert and peachy asscheeks were fully displayed. Clasping the tiny sides of her panties, Poppy peeled the soaked material down her slick pussy with agonising slowness, the material separating from her pink peach with visible filament of girlcum until the garment was suspended between Poppy’s gorgeous legs, at which point a thick, heavy bolt of precum was disgorged from Brauss’s brawny, turgid cock that jetted out and splattered the teen slut’s ass with a resonant, sloppy sound and a welter of thick, gluey juice. The sloppy pattern gleamed slickly as it dribbled down the bulging curve of Poppy’s shapely glute. `

Poppy adjusted her stance so that the panties dropped down onto the floor, where they plopped into the pool of precum, stepped out of them, and then, turning around, retrieved them between thumb and forefinger and stood up to face Brauss.

‘‘I don’t think I’ll be needing these any more, and they’re absolutely soaked,’ Poppy breathed, before taking the thong panties and attaching them around the clublike end of the monstrous, angry looking column of rock-hard veiny meat that sprouted from Brauss’s groin, the grey-haired priest staring incredulously at her shameless movements, unable to take his eyes off her bulging titflesh as she did so. ‘Bye bye…’

Poppy grabbed Brauss’s dick pulled it to the left as far as it would go, and then released it. The Pastor’s dick whipped to the right in a blur and the panties catapulted off it and rocketed off in that direction, cutting through the air until they smacked against the next long dick in the dozen-strong line of muscular fuckstaffs arrayed at the newly eighteen year old stacked slut, splatting sloppily against the very next protruding dick and hanging off the end of the telescopically engorged rod.

‘Pastor Brauss, I’m most surprised to see you here,’ Poppy began, ‘shouldn’t you be getting ready to take confession?’

‘I’ve been proofing myself of the vile means employed by the seductresses!’ Brauss thundered zealously.

Poppy turned her head to Galiana. The blonde slut was on her knees, on the end of a line which consisted of Riolta and Faye, with Dareios at the other end working his enormous tool into the archeresses’ mouth, bulging the dark haired whore’s cheek outwards. Riolta’s eyes were comically wide.

Galiana shrugged, ‘Faye jacked him off into my face. Then he shouted a lot of nonsense trying to banish us to hell as if we were succubae. Then he got a bit dizzy and had to have a sit down. And yet he asked for a double-dose of the big dick fluid. Most curious.’

‘I’ve been aware of your wiles, you little tart,’ scowled Brauss at Poppy, ‘and now I see these priestesses of sin have exploited your own corrupt nature!’

‘To be fair Pastor, I think we’ve already established earlier that the nature versus nurture sizequeen question remains open.’

‘You fucking slut!’ Brauss blurted, drooling at Poppy’s massive cans sticking in his face, ‘You teased me for years and nearly broke my faith! Our god requires purity and abstinence!’

‘But I did abstain father, and I was pure,’ Poppy said, ‘I only lost my cherry about half an hour ago!’

‘You little whore,’ spluttered Brauss, close to blubbering, ‘it’s down to me to take the sins of the community on myself. Even if it drags me to hell!’

‘Gee, hell is it?’ said Poppy, turning back to Pastor Brauss, ‘that’s pretty bad. Guess I’ll just have to send you to heaven with my mouth first to make up for it,’

Brauss’s eyes blazed with wild ecclesiastical fury. ‘I’ll see you in hell, little Miss Cherry. I’ve taken enough of your confessions to know that!’

Poppy smirked, ‘oh yes, my confessions. I’m sure it must have been **** for you to listen to all of my teenage infatuations, week in week out. My obsession with monstercocks, my impure dreams about hard, throbbing, veiny fucktools pumping cum in all my holes. Did you know I was fingering my pussy when I told you of all the cocks I wanted to suck? Well, I hardly think you can criticise me for confessing my impure thoughts. Isn’t that what I was meant to do? You never told me I wasn’t to describe my dreams and fantasies in blow-by-blow detail…’

‘A succubus in our midst, all this time…’

Brauss began his sentence, but trailed off into silence as Poppy lifted up her leg with elastic ease and elegant poise and placed the lower calf over Brauss’s shoulder. Eye-fucking the priest, the eighteen year old slut found the end of his rigid, steely member with her hand and guided it to her pussy. Stoking the head up against her silken, soaking pussy lips, Poppy murmured: ‘how’d you like to take my virginity, Pastor? I know Dareios wrecked my asshole but my pussy’s never been fucked. What do you say?’

The priest’s voice was low and hushed, ‘it’s hell… an eternity…’

‘It’s up to you, Brauss… all you have to do is slide in…’

‘You fucking little whore…’

‘Uh-huh…’ Poppy nodded, her face inches from him, clenching and unclenching her velvet pussy lips against the tip of his engorged member. ‘Come on Pastor, split me in two…’

‘Oh Thrud forgive me,’ said Brauss, pushing his enhanced footlong member all the way up Poppy’s silken, virginal, vagina. Popp gasped as the collosal schlong filled her up, the fat footlong dong spearing into her slit and up her tunnel. Poppy gasped, and shuddered, her eyes fluttering.

‘It’s heaven,’ she said to Brauss.

‘It’s hell…’ was Brauss’s agonised rejoinder, ‘an eternity in hell…’

‘This is all getting a bit too religious to me,’ Riolta remarked to Galiana, between slurping and kissing the immense schlong that was thrusting in front of her face, which Faye, in the middle of the trio, was enthusiastically sucking. Frothy ropes of slobber were sliding off the hot, heavy log and roping onto her tits and the floor.

‘Oh I don’t know,’ said Galiana, ‘the religious element adds a certain frisson…’

From across the room, Brauss’s opinion of his religious state suddenly changed.

‘I’ve had an awakening!’ Brauss declared, ‘Poppy, you’ve made me see the light!’

Poppy popped her pink pussy off his prick. Thick precum was suspended in a ropy loop from his cockend to her cooch.

‘I’ve been changed! I’ve seen through the hellish veil that holds our souls in contempt! It’s not a sin to love!’ A tear trickled from the corner of Brauss’s eye.

‘Depends how you’re doing it…’ put in Faye from across the room, a stalactite of precum creeping down her chin, before jamming Dareios’ dick back in her mouth.

‘Today I renounce my god and give myself to Girvyn!’

‘Well, he’ll have a tough job doing that,’ Galiana whispered to Riolta, ‘Girvyn doesn’t accept male worshippers and Thrud doesn’t take kindly to converts.’

‘Does that mean what I think it means?’ Riolta shot back to Galiana, as Poppy moved onto the next man in the line.

Galiana nodded. ‘He’s going to hell.’

Amazement flashed across Riolta’s features, her mouth agape, ‘you’re kidding right?’

Galiana was half-smirking but managed to compose her features, which made her expression look mischievous to say the least, ‘you notice Faye and I kept clear of penetration when we all gangbanged these guys? We knew there might be eschatological implications for his soul. We’re quite well-versed in religious lore.’

Riolta looked back at Brauss. ‘Poor guy.’

Galiana nodded. ‘That little slut just fucked him straight to hell.’

Faye let Dareios’ dick fall from her mouth, the massive, vein-corded flesh pole smacking onto her tits, the studly warrior jacking his pc muscle to pop it up and down on her cans, ‘personally I preferred him before.’

‘Oh, I don’t know,’ said Riolta, ‘I’m an optimist. I mean, his personality has changed for the better. Shame about the damnation though.’

‘Well, about that,’ said Galiana, through slurpy smacking smooches on the glossy, precum-glazed crown of the massively muscular warrior, ‘I was just messing around with you really.’

‘How so?’ said Riolta, eyeing Galiana as she once more hoovered Dareios’s prick into her mouth.

‘Funny thing about Thrud. He’s not a god of giving to his worshippers. That’s one reason he picks up too few converts. The other is that the remaining priests are obsessed with abstinence like our friend Brauss here.’

‘So?’

‘So in Thrud’s hell you spend an eternity eating rocks.’

‘You eat rocks?’ Riolta asked.

‘You eat rocks.’ Galiana confirmed.

‘What about heaven?’ Riolta queried.

‘You break rocks.’

‘You break rocks?’ Riolta asked

‘You break rocks.’ Galiana confirmed.

‘So you eat rocks in hell or break rocks in heaven.’

‘You do. So I wouldn’t worry too much about Brauss’s soul. The deck was stacked against him to begin with.’

Galiana spat on Dareios’s dick to punctuate her thought, and grinned up at the stud, linked to the tip of his schlong by three filaments of precum attached to her chin, lips, and her right eyelash. ‘Teitum, on the other hand, has a great deal to offer.’

Poppy had made her way over to the next candidate on unsteady legs, her pussy blazing. The owner of the next dick, Rickon of the local watch, waggled the long member up and down, Poppy’s tiny panties still dangling from the end.

‘What are you going to do to me, Miss Cherry?’ asked Rickon.

‘This,’ said Poppy.

Reaching out, she took hold of the thin thong straps that dangled from the inflated, heart-shaped bell-end of the watchman, noting how her slender fingers slipped along them because of the slick coating of oily precum. Testing the material, she pulled at one of the stretchy strands of the thong and pulled it to one side. Rickon dug in with his newfound muscularly rigid penile control and gritted his teeth to keep his iron-hard fourteen inch fucktube sticking straight out in front of him as Poppy tugged the material to one side. Poppy pulled further, testing the elastic potential of the material as she sidestepped to her left and took in the next blowbang candidate, another watchman she had known since growing up called Hench.

‘Rickon and Hench,’ Poppy grinned, standing in front of the large-muscled Hench with half of her panties in her hand, the other strands stretched horizontally between Rickon’s overdeveloped, brawny dick and where she was standing. ‘You’ve always been so kind to me, walking me home safe at night, together. You always seem to be together, always walked your beat together…’

With this statement, Poppy bit her lip innocently at Hench and reached out further to tuck the tightly-stretched thong panty end around the brim of his glistening, purple shiny helmet. Poppy winked at him and stood back to admire her work, with Rickon and Hench’s dicks joined up by the monster-jugged teenage whore’s thong panties, each stretched elastically around the engorged, bulging heads.

‘Fucking pigs,’ said Poppy as she twirled the centre of the material around so that it twined in a spinning motion, the tourniquet effect drawing both hulking monster cum-cannons closer together. Rickon and Hench both groaned, each reaching an arm out at the same time to fondle one of Poppy’s massive, bulging knockers as their dicks wept spewing gouts of precum out of their inflated, glistening tips, each monstrous log turning closer and closer together.

‘Look at this meat log I’m making,’ Poppy moaned as another twist of the material brought Rickon and Hench closer together still, their massive, vascularly bulging and hugely inflated prongs at an increasingly less diagonally acute angle, coming throbbing head to throbbing head. At this point the heads of each of their massive fucktubes were linked by a thickening strand of material, the propulsive torsion of which was slowly dragging both into alignment.

‘Fuck boys, if only you’d shown me these truncheons when you walked me home from school,’ Poppy said, as the pair of policemen’s prime-grade cockflesh moved to within a foot of each other, the twisted panties supported between each like a link in a chain of sausages.

Arching her back, Poppy leaned in closer, reached her arms out and grasped each of the solid, thick fleshmasts by their brawny roots, feeling thick sinew throbbing under her fingers. When their dicks were no more than six inches apart she allowed a long, thick ribbon of slobber to extrude from her mouth, which she allowed to dangle down until it rested on the tip of Hench’s cock, before inclining over so that the other end of the frothy wad touched Rickon’s. The little bubbly bridge swayed between the glistening purple heads.

‘What are you waiting for, Hench?’ Poppy pouted, ‘fucking piss your precum on your partner’s cock, you stud.’

Hench groaned and gritted his teeth. ‘You definitely don’t need my panties any more,’ Poppy said as she quickly twirled her thong the other way, unhitching the two monstercock with a deft flick before hurling her panties behind her.

Now, with only a line of viscous slobber suspended between the hulking pair of throbbing and inflated cockends, Poppy smiled as a squirt of precum bubbled from the tip of Rickon’s pisshole that shot out and splattered against Hench’s bell end. Rickon’s precum roped gooily in a thick lace from the crown of Hench’s dick before Hench’s dick replied, a long surge of fluid jetting from the tip, which vibrated in the air before splattering in droplets with a pattering sound against the glistening, tautly stretched skin of Rickon’s pulsating member. Both members of the watch were gasping in a suspended rictus as Rickon’s dick once again belched a rope of hot precum, this one thicker and heavier than the first, that smothered the top side of Hench’s brawny fuckstaff with clear, syrupy juice that slid off and hung from the underside.

At this point all each of the men could do is stare at their brawny dicks, fixated, unable to move, almost as if the eighteen year old whore has cast a spell on them, as each of their throbbing shafts disgorged belching sprays of spewing precum all over each other’s schlong.

‘Fuck!’ said Poppy, impressed, ‘I really should have encouraged you guys to do this when you walked me home from school.’

At this point, Poppy touched both of the copper’s bell-ends together, and slid the slick, glistening and smooth crowns around each other in a circle. As she did this, she slid her hands up and down the gleaming shafts, getting almost at times to where the heads were pressed against each other, precum now simply flooding in a thick, glutinous, little waterfall from where the sensitive tips collided.

‘Here you go, studs!’ Poppy announced, before inverting her stance and sticking her pussy out, riffling her fingers rapidly over her swollen, slippery clit and bringing herself to an instant climax, girlcum exploding in thick welters from her cunt over the pair of cocks and the torsos of both members of the watch as her gorgeous body bucked convulsively and her ejaculate splattered the pair of studs.

Meanwhile, Riolta had managed to catch the thong panties that Poppy had tossed over her shoulder and was eagerly engaged in threading one of the thin straps over the monster head of Dareios’s immense flesh piston, trying to reach underneath him with the other straps and wrap them around his behemoth balls, when Dareios grunted heavily and sent a thick surge of heavy precum from his prong that squirted through the material, ripped it through Riolta’s fingers, and plastered the garment firmly against the slutty archeress’s face.