The Blowbang Begins!

Poppy was by no means stupid, but would have readily agreed that her maths wasn’t up to the standard of being able to calculate the amount of steel-hard meat that throbbed above her head, the rigid dial of gleaming meatsticks that surrounded her quivering in their rigidity. It had to be in the hundreds of inches, and that was good enough for her. It felt so thrilling to be on her knees on the floor as the profusion of brawny dicks congregated above her head, each long length sprouting outwards massively in thick stalks from the groins of her acquaintances, each thick trunk of heavy, vein-knotted flesh ridged with bulging muscles, while twelve sacks of balls dangled at the level of her face.

The fact that all these monstrous prongs were pushed together made her all the more deliriously horny. The thick rope of precum that was coiling with syrupy, caramel slowness from the dozen cockends down onto her tongue from above had now fragmented into seven or eight distinct threads of gluey and translucent precum that roped downwards upon her, the lazy strands of dangling pre-ejaculate contacting against various parts of her face and upper torso, sticking where they attached, almost like puppet strings.

Before long the halo of cocks all sliding over one another and contacting against each other moved gradually lower, and Poppy found that the dozen dicks were soon jostling for position against her face. It was overwhelming. Instinctively she shut her eyes as her face was crowded with megacocks prodding at her from all angles. It was impossible to tell who was who; all she could detect was the sensation of the warm, smooth, oily, slick flesh caressing her face without any clear distinction to tell anyone apart. A dick slid up her cheek and rested on her left eyesocket; another traced the line of her jaw; one tapped against her chin; a dick from above and behind rested on top of her head and she felt thumbs applied on either side of it that pressed it firmly against her head as the cock’s owner sawed it back and forth. She speculated that the head of the cock must have been protruding up over her forehead and pointing out at whoever was in front of her, but that reflection gave way to experiencing the powerful splat of a fat cockhead smacking against her left temple, which was echoed by four of five powerful blows of cockmeat against the same place on the opposite side of her head. A dick each side was pressed over her shoulders from behind with the pair of dick bludgeons coming to meet somewhere in front of her, but that space was already occupied by at least three jousting shafts that prodded into her cheeks from the sides rather than the back. Of the three, one broke upwards, traced over her cheek and laid across her eyes, the heavy head coming into contact with the other one already planted and apparently happily settled on her left eye.

Poppy opened her mouth to announce something slutty like, ‘take it easy, guys, I’ve only been eighteen for ten minutes!’ but got no further than parting her lips before two smooth, hulking bell-shaped cockend planted themselves against her plump lips and pressed against each other, each trying to slide into her mouth. Realising she was unlikely to get a word in edgeways, Poppy moaned in her throat and opened her mouth submissively, allowing both of the unlikely cocksmiths access to her mouth. In an instant, her lips were split wide as the two monstrous tips slid into her mouth followed by the pair of rockhard vein-ridged fleshtubes. Precum was already suspended between her face and the dozen cocks by dozens of intricate spiderwebbed filaments, many of these laced between her chin and her bulging tits, both of which were being soundly smacked from either side with hot lengths. Poppy felt overwhelmed with cock that penetrated her mouth fully and plugged up her throat, and in the gaping moments of not being able to breathe, stuck her hands out, which, predictably and easily enough, found their way to a pair of rigid schlongs which the young monster-titted tattooed whore endeavoured to curl her fingers around and begin to firmly jack off. It perhaps wasn’t an immediately understandable move from the perspective of someone unable to breathe, but right then Poppy would have mentally categorised her wish to keep breathing and her wish for more cock as about even.

As she wrapped her hands on twisting slides around the pair of cast iron meatsticks and slid them up and down, Poppy felt the pair of fat schlongs that were probing her mouth and splaying her lips into an obscene, round O shape, and detected that the pressure was changing as they shifted about in her stuffed, saliva-filled mouth. Moaning around them, Poppy felt the huge blunt shafts move against each other, and then began a syncopated pumping movement as both were hammered alternatingly into her gullet, each one pistoning in savage thrusts smoothly through the rubbery seal of her cushiony, bright pink lips and into her throat. There was no attempt to be careful or gentle. With whoever had his huge dick planted on top of her head sliding back and forth pushing downwards and applying firm pressure, her head was securely stable enough for the pair of villagers to hump their meatsticks smoothly and fluently into her gob. Now that she was freely fuckable, the villagers were having their way with the slutty huge-titted ass-bomb slut that had spent her teenage years teasing each of them mercilessly.

Attempting to get back some vestige of control over the situation and possibly reclaim some of the steaming authority she had exercised over the dozen newly-minted studs, Poppy relinquished her grip on the pair of firm flesh truncheons at her sides and instead moved them to the pair of cocks that were pistoning her throat. Curling her fingers around the muscular tubesteaks, she pulled both to the side and stuck each smooth bell end in her cheeks. With the flesh of her cheeks tautly inflated around the pair of thick crowns – which instantly several of the men around her began to compulsively smack their own bell ends against – Poppy was able to manoeuvre the two studs fucking her face slightly to the side of her.

It was at that point that the pair of cocks that had been obscuring her eyes were lifted off, and momentarily Poppy caught a glimpse of what was occurring in front of her. Predictably, it had been the pair of pastors, Brauss and Gariq, that were jointly sawing their rockhard schlongs into her mouth, religious brotherhood and unity finally achieved, but that short realisation only registered momentarily before Poppy’s eyes bulged out when she saw the monster penis headed straight for her, a massively brawny meat club with a thread of precum hanging off the front of the rounded purple tip that belonged to Amos. Since her mouth was jammed open by the two pastors’ dickmeat that was jammed in her cheeks, Poppy had no option other than to watch as the massive veiny penis slid, guided by the other two monster schlongs on either side of it, almost like rails, to plug Poppy’s mouth. There simply wasn’t space for Amos’s girthy length to also nestle down her throat, so the horsedicked villager had to be content with pushing it into her mouth where it jostled with the other pair of cocks. That was all she saw. Whoever had their massive hot length on top of her head had decided it was time to drape their floppy, leathery ballsack over her forehead, and Poppy felt a pair of warm, spunk churning, chunky testicles come to rest over her eyes.

Once again having temporarily lost the use of her eyesight, Poppy’s sensory world was reduced to the things that she could hear, touch, taste and smell, not that she minded too much for the moment. Her mouth was plugged with the throbbing crowns of three glossy prongs, her face, tits, shoulders, neck, and apparently her head were being smacked with hard cocks all around her, and she could hear a sort of general commentary happening above her. It made it possible to detect who was saying what at times. Certainly schoolmaster Gediman was keen on reminding her and others that ‘he’d wanted to facefuck this little slut years ago. Should have had a blowbang in the classroom years ago. That would have taught her a fucking lesson.’ Each of the sentences was punctuated with a thick, hard splat of the heavy head of a hard cock against her temple, so it was a good bet that her former schoolmaster was responsible for that also.

At length the massive pair of testicles that had been planted on her eyes were removed, and as a thick trail of syrupy precum slid down onto her forehead, Poppy finally opened her eyes and took stock at what was around her. In front of her were Amos, Pastor Brauss and Gariq, their three prongs sticking into her mouth, with Rickon, Hench and Virgil clustered around her front as well, though each was located slightly more to the side.

Determined to take control, Poppy relinquished the three vast cocks that she had been greedily triple-sucking, the trio of massive, rock-hard brawny length falling away from her face in a flood of saliva and a webbing of precum, each of the long prongs bouncing off each other as they did so with Amos’s dick in the middle colliding with the underside of Brauss’s rod and then springing off in the opposite direction to slide up Gariq’s.

‘I said I’d send you to heaven, Pastors…’ Poppy said, hefting up her huge cans and weighing the massive pair of spherical knockers in her hands before thrusting her chest forwards and capturing the pair of religious men’s muscular, throbbing shafts between her bulging globes. Brauss and Gariq both groaned, Gariq in particular emitting expletives that were not fitting of a man of the cloth as the top-heavy tattooed teenage fuck slut milked his shaft between her jutting jugs, the meaty schlong sliding up and down against the iron-hard, veiny pillar of his fellow devotional minister’s dick, with Poppy applying firm pressure to the outside of her tits to funnel them into, the pair of glistening, purple cockheads protruding up in front of Poppy’s face. Poppy wasted no time before turning her face to the side and opening her mouth, sticking her tongue out to see both Hench and Virgil angle their cocks towards her, both trying to thread it between her lips, with Virgil succeeding. Poppy sucked on his cock while Hench’s engorged member slid off her lips, bounced up her cheek, the round head ending up somewhere near her undercut.

‘Fucking little cockslurping, whore,’ Hench said.

‘Look at this slut take my fuckmeat,’ Brauss, ‘fucking body and mind made for sin… fucking little slut bitch converted me!’

‘She sucks like a fucking Kettle pro,’ Gariq said.

Brauss looked at Gariq.

‘I’ve heard,’ Gariq said, correcting himself.

‘The Pastor’s right,’ said Brom, muscling forwards to tap his cock against Poppy’s cheek, ‘except she’s better than a kettle whore. I never saw a kettle whore take so much cock.’

For a while Poppy was content with holding whichever cocks were thrust in front of her mouth, gripping the lengths in her hands and sliding the smooth, round, bell ends over and over each other while she licked, kissed, and sucked on the gleaming, precum-glistening crowns, occasionally pressing two together from either side to trap one glossy crown between them before flickering her nimble tongue over all over them.

‘Alright guys, you’ve had it too easy so far…’ said Poppy.

She had decided to turn up the heat a little more, and singled out one man that had made an important impression on her young life.

‘Now, schoolmaster Gediman, maybe I should teach you a lesson? Fucking perverted old fucker that fantasises about fucking schoolgirls. How would you like to cum on my face?’

Gediman groaned wordlessly, mouth dry and grasped his dick, but Poppy stopped him in his tracks with a curt ‘uh-uh’ noise, cutting him short and slapping his hands away from his dick, then slapping his dick for good measure, sending it careering around in a circular motion.

‘Not like that you pervert,’ Poppy chided him, ‘you have to do what I say. No touching your dick. Perverts like you can’t touch their own dick.’ Poppy was interrupted as Raskes slid his dick in her mouth from the side. It penetrated her mouth with a slurping sound and emerged with a pop. ‘I’ll get you off, but you have to do what I say. I’m in charge now.’

‘Where’s that nasty fucker that draped his floppy ballsack on my face?’

‘That was me you little whore,’ the innkeeper, shouldering forwards.

‘I might have known boss,’ said Poppy, ‘get next to Gediman, you’re going to help him.’

Side by side, Gediman and Manok’s prongs pointed dangerously towards the slutty teen’s face, laces of precum suspended from each of the heads, each trickling down.

‘Boss, you’ve got quite the ballsack there. Drape it over his dick.’

Manok did as he was instructed, the burly innkeeper lifting up his massively girthsome tubesteak with his pc muscle, allowing him to grasp the soft skin of his ballsack in his hands before lifting the pendulous testes up and draping them sideways over the massive, horizontal, veined shaft of the schoolteacher next to him. Both groaned.

Poppy turned her attention fully to the beleaguered pair, both standing awkwardly as they pushed their waists out towards her, Manok’s groin thrust in towards Gediman’s sprouting member and his drooping ballsack draped like a curtain over the topside of the schoolmaster’ cock, Gediman’s dorsal vein making the thick membrane of flesh throb up and down from underneath.

‘Massive fucking cock, sir,’ Poppy said, taking the smooth head in her mouth up to the brim and massaging the tip of the prong with her mouth and tongue. Leaving a thick, warm load of saliva crowning the glossy bell-end as she pulled her head back, she slurped the slobber back in and then spat it out once again on Gediman’s cockend.

‘So here we are,’ Poppy commented as she reached her hand up, ‘I bet you didn’t think this would be happening back when you were teaching me maths, you horny fucking bastard,’

Poppy used her hand to tickle the pair of heavy, hot, monster testicles that hung from Manok’s sack, and then, fondling them in her fingers, flicked them upwards again so they twirled all the way around Gediman’s horizontally protruding fuckstick, which wept precum as Gediman whimpered.

‘Or maybe you did,’ said Poppy, with a sneering snarl as her lip curled up, ‘maybe you did you filthy pervert.’

Poppy slowly started to use her hand in a twisting, jacking, back and forth motion, using Manok’s rubbery, elastic scrotum as an improvised glove of sorts, wrapped firmly around Gediman’s monster schlong, slowly and deliberately wringing the innkeeper’s ballsack in a twisting jacking motion over Gediman’s fuckstick, taking it a couple of inches at first and then swirling it up and down the footlong length in an exaggeratedly luxurious serious of strokes. Manok sucked in air but didn’t protest as the delectable barely-legal fuck-puppet whore wrapped his ballsack round another man’s pulsing shaft and used it to jerk her former teacher off. Dougan and Virgil added to the mix by both smacking their dicks against her face as she did so, but the impacts only added to the whorish look in Poppy’s eyes, nastily a narrowed, burning deep into Gediman’s soul, as she jerked him off. Manok’s testicles, having been wrapped around his shaft, were dancing in the air not far from the tips of Poppy’s fingers.

‘If I ever come back I’ll be sure to let the staff room get the use of my asshole at lunchtime,’ Poppy added, ‘then you can decide which one of your pupils gets to suck the cum out of it. I hope your class won't mind me twerking on your desk.’

Bursts of precum were now being ejaculated in popping, shot-glass sized spurts of clear, gluey discharge in irregular fashion. Most found their designated target, spurting across Poppy’s collarbone, massive, bulging tits, neck, chin, face, cheeks hair and shoulders. Most of the participants were freely jacking their long, thick, veiny, throbbing dicks, and there were a variety of styles being applied.

‘I’m not even fucking touching you, Gediman,’ Poppy said, ‘Manok’s doing all the work.’

At this, Poppy was surprised to see Manok take his right hand, grasp his slablike flesh truncheon in it, and level it towards Poppy’s face, the innkeeper briskly jerking its vascular length, milking it for cum. Poppy focused on her former boss, and winking up at him, stuck her tongue out at him and squeezed his testicles against Gediman’s hulking shaft with the tips of the fingers that were wrapped around it.

Manok convulsed, his legs turning to jelly, as his dick exploded, and Poppy opened her mouth wide and stuck her tongue out as a thick discharge of jizz spurted from Manok’s dick and splattered in her face. The first thick thread of spunk jetted in a thick line of white paste that struck Poppy all the way from her jaw on the side of her face, over her eye in an unbroken line, over her temple, up over where her cropped hair was shaved on the side of her head, the thick gluey lace ending up plopping on top of the glossy crown of Alef’s cock, which was place on top of Poppy’s head from behind, the pearly lumps gleaming on the raised purple brim. Poppy just exclaimed, ‘yeeeeahhhh…’ and turned her face to him as Manok spurted a fat nine-roper over her face, one fat bolt of cum after the other splattering against the teenage minx, landing on her cheeks, eyes, forehead, nose and lips. All the while Poppy hadn’t yet stopped jacking Gediman, but the schoolmaster felt Manok’s boiling balls pulse and throb against his own stiff shaft and also started cumming just as Manok’s series of spunk explosions were ending. Given that she was the one holding the shaft, Poppy was able to direct the juddering, rock-hard member at her face, sticking her tongue out, a thick lace of cum dangling off it, as Gediman groaned as he relinquished his load.

Two simultaneous, heavy, thick and long comets of of jizz smacked directly into her eyes, Manok’s splattering her right eye and Gediman’s explosion sailing into her left. The tail of Gediman’s spunk-missile curled over itself and tailed upwards, plastering in a streak over Poppy’s forehead and flecking her pink hair with pearly beads. Blinded, this time by cum rather than cockhead or balls, Poppy cooed sensually as the jets of hot cum spurted into her face.

In fact that was Manok’s final expulsion of spunk from his balls, but Gediman was just getting started, the teacher sending a welter of pent-semen into his former student’s mouth that made Poppy **** a little at its directness, a stripe laying over her tongue, the tail flicking off the end of her lasciviously extruding organ. Gediman set about painting her cheeks and chin with another shot, using his hand finally to twist the head of his smooth glans as Poppy’s hand mechanically jerked his flesh-piston with the scrotum wrapped over it, and, getting better directionality, expelled a number of cumshots that projected out over the pink-haired teenager’s massive, jutting tits, both of which were soon cross-hatched with ropes of the gooey fluid which sat on the upper curves of the pair of humongous globes and dripped from the underside.

Poppy spat out Gediman’s cumload to nowhere in particular, the remnants of it dripping in a thick, glutinous rope from her chin in order that she could give the men further encouragement by huskily saying, ‘fuck up my face, studs!’

Gediman wasn’t done, and her monster cans were soon streaked with thick stripes of cum that was so sticky and heavy they stuck where they landed, further bolts that were belted out of the spewing cockend laying on her shoulders and her collarbone as well as being liberally spattered across her boobs and all over her face, an interconnected mess of random white, ropey lines. Ropes dripped from her chin onto her boobs as Manok and Gediman, panting, stood over her.

Poppy detached her hand from Gediman’s cock and Manok’s elastic ballsack slowly sagged, shifted, and slid like a fleshy curtain from Gediman’s pork prong, both men’s massive cocks still convulsing in the aftermath, each twitching their flesh pistols and watching them jerk and twitch, the long, thick pussy rockets still pointed directly at Poppy’s face, long tendrils of cum dangling from the cockends, each thick rope connected to Poppy’s anatomy, Gediman’s to her boobs, and Manok’s to her chin.