Poppy and Dareios share some chemistry

Poppy’s heart was fluttering wildly as her incredible orgasm subsided, her pussy having given way and violently quaking as it succumbed to one of the blonde slut’s expert teasing of her clit, but she had been transported directly to another kind of heaven when the huge, muscular stud had speared his monstrous cum tube directly underneath her pussy (thank the Gods for her thigh gap!) and all the way out from behind where it skewered from between her juicy, peachy buttocks. Still convulsing in the final throes of her climax, her gorgeous body shuddering and clenching, Poppy was more than ever aware of the proximity of the magnificent specimen of manhood, his body seeming so immense and powerful in comparison to her own slender frame, a composite picture of thick, bulging brawn with thick, bulging veins marbled over muscles, huge, sprouting pecs and a thick granite slab of heavy abdominal muscles rippling down. That led down to… well, Gods. That led down to such a spectacular slab of prime-grade corn-fed masculine spunk cannon that she was just instinctively squirting all over it. The fucking thing was as hard as iron between her slender thighs, a stacked cylinder of brawn, throbbing and pulsing, the thick shaft slickened by the slippery juices that were lubricating her silken labia lips, both of which were splayed like an open clam over the upper part of the humongous flesh truncheon that she straddled.

Poppy’s eyes finally refocused after her shattering, climactic high finally dissipated, and looked up at the muscular stud, her gaze traversing back up his inhumanly ripped physique, glittering with sweat, until her eyes met his dark ones. Almost glowering at the teen virgin that was splayed over the root of his bulging dickflesh, Dareios grunted. Poppy felt something stir inside the body of the hulking Adonis stud, and found herself, once again, to her great surprise, being lifted up. A gasp escaped her lips, even as she dared not break the steely eye contact she shared with the warrior as she felt her groin being tugged upwards, and then eyes widening in surprise, she felt herself being lifted up, her slippery pussy, the tight pink peach cloven by the upper part of the vein-ridged dick that she straddled, being pushed upwards. The stud was lifting her up off her feet! Or perhaps not quite… grunting at the strenuous exertion, the man used his colossal man hammer to lever her up until the very tips of the front of the stacked soles of her shiny leather thigh length boots were just keeping contact with the floor. She pushed an arm out against the ridged hardness of the warrior’s torso to support herself and an electric shock went through her.

The man felt something too. Poppy looked deep into his eyes.

‘I’m… I’m a virgin,’ Poppy told him haltingly.

Then she let her mouth hang open sluttishly.

‘I need you to break my pussy,’ she told him frankly.

‘Oh my gods, that is so cuuuuute,’ intoned the impossibly beautiful dark haired woman next to the warrior, ‘how about that Dareios, you’ve broken her heart already, you’d better be prepared to break her pussy too!’

‘Huh, virgin whore,’ intoned Dareios, enjoying the feel of the country teenager’s slender yet definitely muscularly accented thighs as they clasped against his girthsome cumtube, and he jacked his pc muscles a couple of times to bounce her gorgeous body up and down.

Dareios regarded the virgin nymph strumpet seesawing prettily up and down on his immense, jutting schlong. She was not a typical bucolic village barmaid. While uncommonly gorgeous, the septum piercing, sleeve tattoo and pink undercut marked her out as a little bit different to the usual parade of rustic milkmaids that he had encountered since entering these lands. Her face, admittedly, was a mix of sticky trails of silvery, transparent juices that his leaking cockhead had deposited on her, but was all the more beautiful for it. Her nose was tiny and perfectly proportioned, and her thick, luscious dicksucker lips dominated the lower portion of her face.

‘I was born to suck monster cocks,’ Poppy breathed, ‘teach me how. I just want to service your length, it’s fucking massive.’

‘Don’t worry girl,’ said the monster-jugged brunette, breathing her phrase scaldingly at her, ‘from the look Dareios is giving you, he’s going to fuck you up.’

Poppy bit her lip as she continued the unbroken eye contact between herself and the hulking mountain of masculinity that was bouncing her up and down of the root of his gigantically sprouting cock, each successive little jump sending her slick, exposed, engorged clit contacting against one of the many bulging dorsal veins that wreathed the turgid meatstick. She wasn’t entirely sure how to play this situation and was acting pretty much on instinct, just saying all of the things she’d imagined saying in her head and saved for this instant. They were flooding out of her like pussy juice. Her body felt so fragile and slender in comparison to his, and the prong she was riding was driving her absolutely wild. Yet here she was being encircled by these three slutty goddesses who had seemingly turned the quiet country inn into a scene of debauch that would have been outlandish even as a tale told in hushed tales about Tharros’s Kettle district (so she’d heard). Moreover, the scores of other men in the inn that had been apparently fucked into insensibility were people she knew well – her employer, his son, local farmers, the blacksmith (a huge man, but nothing compared to this Dareios); indeed, most men from the local community were here, including her uncle. At this point, with the dawn light filtering through the windows, they resembled nothing more than a jumble of worn-out, groaning, near-comatose bodies, languishing on the floor. If they did move, it was to carefully cradle their balls, whimpering. Every one of them was plastered in sweat and their lifeless, flopping penises had been drained of even the slightest hint of hardness. Those who weren’t actively in the throes of sexual overexertion simply lay in dazed incomprehension, though it was clear that a couple of them had now begun to be revived enough to register her appearance.

‘Fuck lads…’ she heard Amos the basket-weaver murmur, ‘it’s Poppy… and… she’s legal!’

Galiana heard the comment as she untwined herself from Poppy’s perfect, peachy rear and addressed the room, hands on hips, ‘sorry boys,’ she declared airily, ‘I reckon this little slut has about a ten minute window before Dareios ruins her for ever for all normal dicked men! You snooze, you lose!’

A collective groan echoed out in response to these words, but it wasn’t certain whether it was approval or disappointment. Perhaps it was a collection of both.

‘Dareios always gets the girl in the end,’ agreed Faye, with a final double handed jiggling of Poppy’s buttocks before she slid around dextrously to the pair.

‘What end would that be?’ put in Riolta, running her hand over Dareios’ torso, one eyebrow sexily cocked, ‘you going to analize this little whore, hmmm Dareios?’

Dareios remained impassive about the prospect of being a spectacle for the country rubes arrayed around the floorboards of the inn, instead focusing all his attention on the splendid qualities of the bargirl that straddled his fuck pipe and was giving him insane goo-goo eyes.

She was an incredible sight. The taut and chunkily defined muscles of her abdomen had the rigidity and deep grooves of etched striation befitting an amazon warrior queen, but it was packed into a tiny teenage waist of a nubile sylph. Above this, her jutting tits were two spheres each the size of a head that flourished out of her chest and stuck out horizontally like a shelf of flesh, two humongous globes. Her thong panties had been skewed to one side of her pussy, but the thin straps cut deep grooves into the succulent flesh of her hips as they curved over them. Her body was very deeply tanned, a candied golden colour with an irresistibly gleaming lustre to it.

‘Surely this won’t fit up my tight virgin teenage pussy?’ the naughty slut wondered aloud with a mock-disbelieving simper and wide, appealing eyes as she let her lips separate and fixed Dareios with a sultry glare as she worked her way away from him, his tumescent, angrily-veined megacock sliding with agonising but inexorable slowness away from the slick confines of her cunt.

Dareios was so transfixed by Poppy’s hypnotic eye-fucking of him that he almost lost track of what was happening when she said, ‘do you think we should see?’ and slipped the junction of her moist cunt away from the huge warrior. The glossy, precum-glazed head of the massive member slid effortlessly into the nook of her pink vulva before Poppy completed her step back, and a wrongfooted and blindsided Dareios was suddenly confronted with his aching hard fuck missile being released from where it has been held fast so that it whipped up and pivoted towards the ceiling, the head just catching him under the chin.

‘This little slut is playing with fire,’ Riolta observed, impressed at the way Poppy was carrying on, shooting a sideways glance at Dareios to register how precum was leaking rapidly from the blunt, flared tip of his giant prong, which had settled at an upwards diagonal trajectory as it projected out from his hulking body, the thick fluid spattering on the ground at his feet.

‘I hope she knows what she’s getting herself into,’ agreed Faye.

‘It’s what’s going to be getting into her she wants to be worried about,’ said Galiana.

The two blonde, mega-jugged priestesses moved as one, both of them skooching down at either side in front of Dareios, each of them curling themselves lasciviously around his muscular, tree trunk thick legs. Since Poppy had stepped backwards there was about two feet distance between the monstercocked warrior hunk and the petite, massive-racked virgin barmaid, and Dareios’s brawny length of throbbing man-meat was stretched most of the distance between them, the meaty length bobbing threateningly in the air as precum coursed from the underside of it.

There was a thick, wet, stereo-sound that came from underneath Dareios. He looked downwards to see the pair of blonde priestesses attacking his nuts with carnal gluttony, both pairs of huge tits sticking out like overfilled water balloons around his legs while they slurped the warrior’s prodigious balls. Both sun-kissed bimbo-blondes moaned enthusiastically as they suckled Dareios’ monumental nutsack with their ripe glossy lips, each whorish priestess hollowing her cheeks out to worship the gourd-sized testicles that had become their dual obsession ever since seeing Dareios spray Riolta with jizz the day before.

The eye contact between Poppy and Dareios continued, until there was another more hollow and echoey sloppy sound, and Dareios’s eyes crossed momentarily. Poppy giggled, and Dareios looked down again to see that both Galiana and Faye were happily each looking up at him. Each had managed to capture one of his giant testes in their mouth, and each was so large that both of their mouths were completely full and their pairs of cheeks were bulging and stuffed, his scrotal sack suspended tautly between them. It was an obscene and thoroughly debauched sight, and Dareios could do little but groan as the blonde priestesses pulled downwards to tease his cum cannon lower just as he released a fat gush of precum that exploded out of his already leaking cumslit to course through the air in a thick, voluminous spray that splattered Poppy’s massive knockers. The impact send a spattering spray everywhere.

There was a long moment as the spray diminished to a dribble that leaked from Dareios’s dick.

Precum roping off her tits, Poppy had the presence of mind to turn to the innkeeper.

‘Boss,’ she said, ‘I quit.’

The statement was punctuated by another spurt of precum that rocketed from the monstercock and splattered in her face.