Twelve studs make Poppy their fuckdoll whore

“You dirty little fucking whore!” The relative stillness that had descended over the tavern in the wake of the dual cumshot was shattered by Gediman’s angry bellow as he shoved his cock – still as hard as rock even with a thick rope of fresh jizz bridging the gap between its bulbous tip and the huge swell of Poppy’s tanned, round boobs – towards her.

Poppy’s eyes went wide in shock at the sudden explosion from her old schoolmaster and her jaw dropped as the stab forwards from him with his fuckpiece sliced through the cumrope running from Manok’s cockhead to her chin. Her gaping served a purpose in that it meant that Gediman didn’t have to push her lips apart to feed his cock through them.

Before Poppy had had a chance to respond to what was occurring, Gediman’s cockhead had speared through her mouth, bumped against the back of her throat and was plunging down her gullet as he grabbed on tight to the sides of her head and began pumping his hips.

“Gonna stretch your throat wide-open!” Gediman promised Poppy whilst his muscular schlong raced down her throat, the last of his load being washed down into her belly by the spurts of precum that had begun flying from his pisshole as he went deeper.

“Yeah, fuck that whore’s face!” Vergilius chimed in – his voice to carrying a certain edge to it as he stepped in closer with his fourteen-inch erection leading the way and leaving a trail of prejizz on the floor.

“Slut!” Alef was more concise as he too moved in on the kneeling Poppy, his cock stiff to the point of appearing frozen straight through and rivalling Vergilius’ in size so closely that they might have been twins.

“Fucking listen to her gurgling,” Vergilius took a position close enough to Poppy that he could start rubbing his cock all over her cheek, which was soon glossy with his precum while Alef provided her other one with an identical treatment.

“Gulp it down, slut,” Alef was the first of them to pat rather than rub the crown of his cock against Poppy’s cheek, and in response she tightened her eyes up and let out a lustful whimper that was bashed to pieces by Gediman’s fuckpiece racing down her throat while continuing to flood it with big, heavy blasts of prejizz.

“Fucking whore!” Gediman got louder as he increased the tempo, becoming possessed by his pursuit of fucking Poppy’s tight, wet throat as fast and as hard as possible.

“Huh, looks like some horny little slut’s finding out the hard way that some people push back,” Riolta remarked, her plump lips pulled into a predatory smile as she surveyed what was happening to Poppy from the other side of Dareios’ cock, which seemed like a particularly thick fence as it jutted out horizontally from underneath his waist. For her part, she was enjoying an opportunity to relax for a bit and to do nothing more advanced than to stand there lovingly stroking the shaft of his mammoth dong while shoving her ass onto one of his huge hands as he used it to grope both her cheeks as if trying to determine whether one was bigger or firmer than the other. If it wasn’t for how she was so obviously built for sex and was constantly sporting the expression of someone about to say something unfathomably lewd to provoke a stud into stretching her holes to the max, her position vis-a-vis Dareios might even have appeared romantic.

“Yeah,” Dareios replied, having one hand full with Riolta’s booty and the other on top of Faye’s head, while the business-end of his cock was firmly secured inside Galiana’s mouth, where the tip of her tongue flickered against his pisshole whenever she wasn’t sucking on the all thing with the frenzy of a natural-born size-queen, cumwhore slut.

“Promise me, babe,” Riolta’s voice to had a nasty edge to it, but then again it was a rare occurrence whenever it didn’t, “If she tries getting cute with you, you’ll fucking destroy her.”

“Hey, Galiana,” Popping one of Dareios’ beefy balls out of her mouth, Faye tried to get the attention of her superior and mentor in all things whorish and slutty, “Didn’t those two cum a little too easy?”

In response, Galiana merely shifted her eyes towards her younger companion and shrugged her shoulders, deeming the topic not interesting enough to motivate her popping her mouth off the absolute behemoth of a cock that she would only be to happy to suck on until the sun went down and her tight, ripped stomach was bloated with spunk.

“Yeah, I guess it don’t matter,” Faye agreed, and happily went back to providing Dareios’ nuts with a loving tongue-bath that had his precum pumping down Galiana’s throat and juices streaming from Faye’s hairless cunt.

At this point, Poppy had recovered enough to start fingering herself – using two fingers at first, then quickly adding a third and only needing a few pumps of her wrists after that before judging that a fourth was required – but her attempts at tightening up her throat to wrest control away from Gediman were easily brushed aside by him, her inexperience meaning that while the will was there, in this position there was no chance of her countering his speed and sheer ****.

**** was also being employed by Alef and Vergilius, each freshly minted young stud noticing with glee how each impact of his fat, dripping wet cockend against Poppy’s cheeks served to make her eyelashes flutter rapidly while their prejizz streamed down her gorgeous face and onto her slender neck.

“There’s no way...” So far, the other nine men had remained largely inactive, at most stroking themselves tentatively whilst observing Poppy being manhandled by the trio. But now, Brom broke his silence and took a few steps out from within the three quarters of a circle that they’d been formed into.

“No way...” Brom repeated, not approaching his niece head-on but rather moving alongside her kneeling form until he was behind it and thus could switch from ogling her huge, perfect tits to instead drool over her equally vast and impeccable booty. Like any other man, he couldn’t look at Poppy’s ass without being overcome with the need to fuck it.

Stepping closer behind her, Brom reached down to grab Poppy’s narrow waist with his big, powerful hands and used his grip of it to yank her up of the floor, being so focused on what he was doing as to not consider what was happening on her other end at all.

As Poppy moved about suddenly and violently thanks to Brom’s actions, Gediman slowed down but didn’t stop. Rather, he continued to fuck away at her throat with gritted teeth and his face locked into an intense grimace, adjusting the direction of his wild thrusts forwards to keep his schlong spearing in and out through the seal formed by her soft, plump lips even as she was quickly brought to her heel-clad feet.

“No way I’m letting you leave without fucking your ass again!” Brom finally announced, not waiting for his words to register with Poppy before placing the business-end of his cumtube against the still gaping shape of her asshole and driving forwards as if trying to pound her ass into total submission through that one, solitary thrust.

“Fuck!” Gediman cried out, unleashing his heaviest blast of precum yet in the wake of the ecstatic but thoroughly muffled scream that Poppy sent crashing onto his throbbing fuckpiece, and to which he replied by pushing and forcing his way forwards until his balls had enveloped her chin and her nose was rubbing against his pelvis.

So much precum was shooting in long, thick spurts from Gediman’s cock and so thoroughly was the pleasure he derived from it that it left a small part of him confused and wondering whether or not he was already cumming again. But those thoughts rolling round the back of his mind didn’t make him hesitate as he began to pull back out, his attention instead remaining firmly fixed on doing everything he could to both live out years worth of agonizing sexual frustration in one go and drive home to Poppy just how complete a fucktoy slut she really was. As if to emphasize the latter point, he was wowing her through the continued outpouring of precum shooting down her throat, each new release making his balls jump closer together in their sack and drawing another moan from her that made it no further than the bulbous crown of his schlong.

“Fucking hot little slut!” Brom was roaring at Poppy from behind, loud enough that she couldn’t fail to pick up on what he was saying whilst seesawing his fuckpiece in and out through her ass, impaling her back-door to the hilt on that muscular slab of cockmeat over and over again and smacking into her asscheeks hard each time, “Gonna go spread your cheeks for a living in the Kettle, are you?!”

“Are you?!” Despite Poppy having a very good reason not to answer him, Brom raised both the volume of his voice and the raw **** with which he was slamming his dick into her booty, the latter causing the latest impact of flesh against flesh to push her otherwise so firm and taut cheeks upwards and forwards to balloon out even more than usual.

“Fucking pigs, huh?!” As it so happened, that was exactly the moment when Rickon joined Brom around Poppy’s bubble butt, his partner Hench present along with him as always. Presented with such a tempting dual target of opportunity, each cop tested out his newfound ability to manipulate his pc muscle to heave his meatstick up into the air until it was almost vertical, then let it swing forwards to land with a sharp, deeply rewarding smack on the tightened mass of Poppy’s buttocks. Screaming girlishly around the head of Gediman’s cock, Poppy felt her girlcum wash over her fingers and spurt through the gaps between them.

“Fucking anal whore!” Hench spat out, as he and Rickon both raised their cocks into the air again while Brom pulled back.

“See this, slut?” Sounding a little less excited but every bit as horny and aggressive, Gediman popped his cockhead from Poppy’s maw and positioned it right in front of her face. Then he started pumping his cock. One pull of his fist was all it took to send out a jet of precum to strike Poppy at point-blank range.

“See this?” Repeating himself while Poppy struggled to keep her eyes open in the face of the blast that had come at her, Gediman sent his hand flying down the long, vein-ridged shaft of his dick a second time and a second jet sprung forth at speed and smacked into Poppy’s face at the level of her eyes.

“Dirty cockteaser slut!” Despite the well drawing up of those vast, explosive outpourings of precum after his third pull of his wrist, Gediman kept jerking his cock whilst defiantly keeping it aimed straight at Poppy’s face. Even now, he was sending somewhat smaller jets of clear fluid flying onto her face while she peeled her eyes open again.

“You dirty motherfu…!” Ecstatic, Poppy opened her mouth to speak, only for Vergilius to plug it shut with the crown of his dong and keep going, leading her eyes to roll back in her head as his dick went plummeting down into the depths of her throat as if going off to meet the fifteen-inch monster invading her ass head-on.

“All right, slut,” Manok was growling too as he joined the fray by grabbing Poppy’s wrist tight, “Let’s see if you can jerk someone off with just your hand.”

As soon as Manok got her hand planted on his schlong, Poppy’s pussy started juicing a little harder. It’s girth was absolutely massive, easily a match for her upper arms and far harder, with thick veins that started digging into the palm of her hand as soon as she made contact with them. This, the part of Poppy’s mind that was still functioning on any higher level, was an absolute jaw-breaker of a cock.

“Yeah,” Alef grabbed Poppy’s other wrist, “Let’s see if you give better handjobs than Esmerelda.”

“Vergil the virgin...” Also coming under sway of the peculiar atmosphere that had developed in the tavern and which saw more and more of the studs act increasingly aggressive towards Poppy, Vergilius had taken over from Gediman in holding onto her head whilst spearing his schlong down her gullet and reeling it back up again, “I fucking hated that.”

“I’m gonna find your friends,” While Poppy moaned hard round his fuckpiece, Vergilius began stabbing it down her throat with a radically increased emphasis behind each thrust, rounding off each one with a surge of prejizz, “And make ‘em my sluts!”

“Every… last… one.. of them!” Pausing for effect between each word, Vergilius was now properly hammering his dong in and out through Poppy’s mouth, and her eyes had crossed while the sprayed of juices from her pussy pushed her fingers back out and out of the way of the pulsing release of girlcum that splattered onto the floor all around her feet.

“Hey kid!” As he moved over to take advantage of how Poppy’s booty was big enough to be pummelled by more than just two cocks, Raskes threw a glance in Dougan’s direction and saw that he was back to pointing his dick towards the ceiling, an embarrassed grin on his face while his member kept shooting out fresh blasts of clear fluids every other second, “The ceiling’s wet enough, point that right at that slut’s face!”

“Yeah!” Amos was trailing the short but wiry hunter on the other side of Poppy’s bent and cock-stuffed form, and was also more than willing to offer the town augur some words of encouragement, “Fucking drench her!”

SMACK!

SMACK!

Apparently, Raskes and Dougan both considered their brief conversation with Dougan over and done with before he’d gotten to say anything at all, as evidenced by them letting loose with their cocks and having them rain down onto Poppy’s asscheeks in a spectacular fashion.

As the two cocks that had been pounding away at her buttocks doubled in quantity, Poppy was in a state where she was wholly incapable of reflecting on how control over the situation had completely slipped away from her. Instead, she was now spending her time rapidly being thrown from one orgasm to the next, some of them relatively modest, but the really big ones starting to show up as well. And whenever she wasn’t climaxing, she spent those brief periods of time absolutely **** to do so.

“Come on, you bastards!” Riolta spat out, pumping her hand faster over Dareios’ shaft, “Quit coddling her!”

Motivated into joining the fray, Dougan stepped forwards and took his place to the left of Vergilius, who had Gediman to his right, still jerking his cock to wring out jets of precum that smacked against Poppy’s face.

Those jets were dwarfed by the one exploding out of Dougan’s dick as soon as he’d gotten it levelled at Poppy’s face, and she let out another suffocated shriek of bliss at having the entire right side of it doused with his translucent juices at the same time as Amos, Raskes, Rickon and Hench all switched from spanking her bubble butt to gauging its firmness by pressing their cockheads hard into it, which also served to push her cheeks closer together around and against the fat, steel-hard trunk of Brom’s meat stick as it continued to drill away at her backdoor.

At this point, ten of the twelve studs were all doing their bit to dominate Poppy. That left only Brauss and Gariq.

Standing in a position that allowed him to gaze through the gap between Dougan and Vergilius at the considerable and richly tanned swell of Poppy’s cleavage, Brauss was the first of the two clergymen to shake himself free of the bout of inactivity that had followed having the crown of his fuckpiece crammed into Poppy’s greedy gob.

As always, Gariq was incapable of allowing Brauss to do anything without interfering, which was why he too began to move, although keeping a close watch on his colleague and rival proved difficult to do with Poppy being so close by and being manhandled like the horny, monstercock-addicted little whore that she was.

“Tits like yours, Poppy,” Brauss was the first of them to say anything, and he wasn’t paying close enough attention to Gariq to spot how he kept going for another couple paces before turning around, instead being much too preoccupied with lining his dick up for a run at the deep valley between the pink-haired teen’s spherical boobs, “Deserve to be fucked!”

Perhaps out of respect for his position in the village, but more likely motivated by glee at Poppy being subjected to one more throbbing cock to try to deal with, Dougan and Vergilius had both left Brauss enough space that he could easily spear forwards and get the business-end of his twelve-inch trouser rocket back between Poppy’s jugs. And like a moth drawn to a flame, he kept pushing forwards, feeding his member further and further into her cleavage, pushing her tits out around his rock-hard length until he suddenly stopped and unleashed a startled groan.

Despite attacking them from a much steeper angle due to standing next to her right hip, Gariq had also managed to get his schlong nestled between Poppy’s knockers, although he was now attacking the deep, seemingly bottomless gap between them from below, and now the crown of his fuckmast made contact head-on with that of Brauss somewhere in the middle of that deep crevasse of succulent titflesh. Though no one could see it, their dicks were now like two giant woodland beasts that had locked horns and were engaged in a battle for supremacy.

“Fuck her fat fucking tits, Brauss!” Addressing the priest with a lot less deference and a lot more familiarity than either of them was accustomed to, Alef continued throwing his hips about whilst sliding his cock through the tight arch formed by the palm of Poppy’s hand and curved fingers.

“Gonna stretch your ass the first chance I get, Poppy!” Mirroring Alef’s motions, Manok instead talked to the buxom teen whose hand was struggling to keep itself wrapped around at least half of the extraordinarily wide girth of his shaft. Like Alef, his pumping his hips like that meant that he was continuously releasing thick spurts of prejizz that variably smacked against Poppy’s cheeks or soaked her hair further.

“This fucking ass!” Brom roared, still going full charge in and out of Poppy’s booty while the four studs lined up in front of him like some perverse parody of an honour guard continued to pelt her cheeks with hard, thudding blows of their cocks, the meaty thwacks of which drowned out the sound of her pussy juices and girlcum hitting the floorboards underneath. By now, his balls had started to clinch each time that they smacked against Poppy’s pussy and the jets of precum were coming faster and bigger, but he wasn’t about to back off.

“Shit, looks like the slut’s got room enough for two!” While ramming his cock down Poppy’s throat, Vergilius had noticed how Brauss was pushing forwards again thanks to his and Gariq’s cocks finally reaching a draw that saw them sliding along each other, one going up and one down Poppy’s cleavage, with only the incredible firmness of her tits and them flexing the muscles in their groins to have their cocks pressing upwards keeping them from popping out of her cleavage due to it being spread too wide.

“Gangbang that slut’s tits!” Rather than simply jerk his cock, Gediman was slapping and rubbing it against Poppy’s face, letting it drool precum into her eyes and teasing her by bringing it closer to the corner of her mouth before pulling away again.

“FUCK!!!” Brom’s bellow erupted as the rising tidal wave of his thick, warm cum making its way up through her bowels made Poppy’s pussy go off like a volcano. Her eyes had already rolled back and her jaw gone limp round Vergilius dick when it dawned on her that that was just the first shot.

“Congratulations, slut!” Just then, Vergilius successfully crammed the last couple of inches of his dong in past Poppy’s lips, and her pert nose was scrunched up from coming into such close contact with his pelvis, “You made it all the way!”

“Shit, Poppy was born to deepthroat cocks!” Manok exclaimed gleefully.

“And have her sexy ass reamed!” Realising that he was one of four seemingly next in line to stretch the squirting teen fuckdoll’s backdoor made Amos speak up a lot louder than he would have dared to just an hour earlier. His ego boosted, he let his dick fly with even more might, with the impact of it against Poppy’s cheeks causing the other three cockends already positioned on top of it to fly off.

“Big-titted bimbo slut...” Having undergone a religious epiphany had resulted in Brauss drastically modifying his vocabulary, though he was still snarling through his teeth as he’d been wont to do in his sermons as he and Gariq continued to use Poppy’s huge titties as a playground for settling their theological differences.

“Huge-boobed god damn cumwhore...” As he speared forwards as far as the awkward angle at which he had to keep his cock lined up her knockers allowed him to, Gariq appeared on the verge of reaching some common ground with his colleague.

“Damn,” With Brom’s cumshot having been delivered in five massive bursts, Poppy’s anal passage was flood with jizz, but the still-erect shape of his colossal cock ensured that not a single drop of it had escaped through her distended sphincter yet, “I’m not sure it’s that potion keeping me hard...”

“Hey, Brom,” Vergilius was rocking his hips to fuck Poppy’s face on the last couple inches of his prong, “I’m sure Poppy would love a taste!”

“Yeah, I bet she would,” Grinning, Brom began the lengthy task of extracting his member from his niece’s ass, to which all four of the men pounding away at her asscheeks as they remained **** outwards by the circumference of his cock all visibly tensed up at the chance to take his place.

“Is that precum,” At this point, Manok was looking like he was trying to punch the inside of Poppy’s elbow with his cockend, “Or is Poppy drooling over getting a taste of her own ass?”

“D-definitely not precum!” Dougan insisted, despite blasting Poppy right in the face with another cannonade of clear fluids.

“Whore’s gonna suck her uncle’s cock!” Rubbing his dick against Poppy’s left cheek, Gediman was back to jerking it.

“That’s nothing,” Alef would have shrugged, but that would have meant relaxing his shoulders instead of keeping them tensed up in order to keep himself going as fast and hard as he could in pumping his schlong through Poppy’s rather tentative grasp, “She let him fuck her ass. Twice!”

“Poppy can’t say no to cock!” Joining the conversation was Vergilius, although he kept his response quite curt due to the considerable mental strain involved in actually making himself pull inch after inch of his glistening, throbbing fuckpiece back out of Poppy’s throat when what he wanted to do was to make it its permanent home.

When the crown of Vergilius’ vein-ridged and saliva-coated prick finally cleared Poppy’s maw, Brom was already there and wasted no time in taking his place, pushing forwards from his place among the huge-dicked studs all crowded in front of her glistening wet face.

“Here you go, Poppy,” Brom’s voice was a low hiss that started growing as the top-heavy teen instinctively began to slurp and suck on the crown of his dick as it made it in past her velvety lips, coaxing the very last of his load to flow from his pisshole onto her tongue, “Suck my cock clean.”

The insides of Poppy’s thighs were almost as doused with juices as her face as she let her tongue become immersed in Brom’s spunk before sloshing it about round his advancing cockend and finally swallowing it down in. Screw beer, wine and booze – this was by far the most intoxicating drink she’d ever had. Add to that that she was getting to sample the taste of her own ass, and Poppy definitely would have been drooling if not for not wanting to risk missing out a single drop of the thick, tasty jizz that she was now feasting on.

“She’s got room enough for two, eh?” Both of them chomping at the bit to become the next one to fuck Poppy’s ass, Rickon looked over at Hench from opposite sides of the teen titqueen’s spectacular booty.

“At least,” Hench replied, with neither man needing to say anything else before both of them ceased pounding away at her cheeks with their heavy, hard-as-steel dongs and instead took a couple of paces further away from the main action going on up in front of her.

“Oh yeah,” Rubbing her juicing pussy against the side of Dareios’ shaft, Riolta was snarling through gritted teeth, her face projecting unadulterated lust informed by an undercurrent of aggression, “This is where we find out if she’s a real slut or just playing make-believe.”

Though having Brom’s schlong reaching the back of her throat made it hard for Poppy to voice her surprise at what was happening, her eyes went wide and girlcum poured from her bald slit as the two guards stood side by side behind her and steered their cocks in between her cheeks, positioning their business-ends against the gaping form of her once so teeny and cute asshole.

Hench and Rickon didn’t stop there, and consequently Poppy’s pussy popped violently, girlcum spraying out of it in response to the radical stretching that her ringpiece was undergoing as it reshaped itself round the two brawny fourteen-inch cocks fighting and squeezing their way through it.

Rather than drain her, that powerful orgasm rocking Poppy to the core flooded her entire system with a high-intensity boost of energy that she put into sucking Brom’s cock along with her while she heaved her ass onto Hench and Rickon’s dicks, recklessly impaling her booty on inch after inch of thick, hard, throbbing and precum-pumping fuckmeat and keeping her orgasm going at full tilt in the process, keeping her pussy spurting out high-powered gushers of clear juices from between the swollen, darkened folds of her labia.

“Slut!” Interpreting Poppy’s actions as an attempt to wrest control away from him, Brom took her head in a vice-like grip and held it steady while he hammered his fuckpiece down her gullet. Though this meant she had an extremely hard time getting her ass further onto the two guards’ cocks, they immediately started mirroring him by slamming their way forwards. Hence, the inches kept being packed in past her distended sphincter at a steady rate.

“She’s a real slut, all right,” Dareios growled, Riolta’s juices dripping off the trunk of his cock and Galiana greedily gulping down his precum.

“Fucking whore,” Riolta said, not without warmth, and moved both her hands faster back and forth over Dareios’ dick.

“She really loves cum, doesn’t she?” Manok was commenting on Poppy as well, to no one in particular, whilst continuing to let his member seesaw through the semi-circle formed by one of her hands.

“And she’s gonna get a lot more,” The innkeeper’s words inspiring him, Brom stopped going deeper and instead reversed directions before looking over at Dougan, “Hey, you, get ready to take my place.”

“Right!” Nodding his head eagerly, Dougan went on to not miss a beat, shoving his cockend into Poppy’s gob so quickly after Brom had popped his out that she almost had her lips stretched round two of them at once all over again.

As soon as he was in, Dougan dished out another massive jet of precum while his balls clinched, and suddenly Poppy’s cheeks were billowing dramatically as she struggled to contain it all. Not wanting to miss out a drop of what had in record time become her second-favourite drink, she let it pour down her throat in advance of the crown of his dong.

“If she loves cum,” By far the most experienced of the lot, it wasn’t surprising that Brom was now taking on a leadership role, especially not with the two members of the clergy being preoccupied with slamming their dongs through her cleavage and the two officers of the peace doing something similar to her asshole, “Let’s fucking drench her with it.”

“Yeah, she still owes us a blowbang,” Amos agreed, volunteering to go next by abandoning Poppy’s booty, which perhaps ought to have become dented from being spanked so hard for so long by so many huge cocks, and instead taking his place next to Dougan. Raskes followed close behind.

After hosing the walls of Poppy’s throat down with prejizz a couple of times, Dougan extracted his member from her gob.

“Fuck my…!” Again, Poppy tried to scream, only to be interrupted by someone – Amos, this time – spearing his cock through her gaping lips and on towards her oesophagus. Rocked back and forth between the two studs drilling her ass and the one fucking her face, Poppy sucked on Amos’ schlong like a champ. It wasn’t long before Manok replaced him, and Poppy got to discover just how far she had to push her jaw to accommodate his girth.

Before long, her head was pulled off Manok’s dong and Alef plugged her mouth shut with his, pushing ahead as far he could down her throat and letting loose a couple of fat bursts of precum that helped trigger her next squirting orgasm – though the main course behind it was the pair of fuckmasts driving their way further into her ass one skilfully synchronized thrust at a time.

Poppy climaxing didn’t cause anyone to slow down, as evidenced by Alef switching with Gediman so that he was rubbing his dick in her face while Gediman endeavoured to see how fast he could go balls-deep down her throat and how fast he could push her booty onto the guards’ schlongs, showing absolutely no mercy towards his former student. Not that she would ever have wanted any.

The studs went on like this for a short time, with Gariq and Brauss joining in on passing Poppy’s sweet, whorish mouth and those plump cocksucker lips from one dick to the next so that nine were now sharing it. But as the throbbing of their cocks grew more pronounced and the amount of precum being propelled from them onto Poppy’s face and tits increased, more and more of them started to pass their turns in order to last longer. The sole exception to this was Brom, eager to catch up to the others after his recent cumshot had relieved the pressure in his balls.

Burying themselves to the hilt in Poppy’s ass time and time again, Rickon and Hench were willing themselves into keeping from cumming, each stud encouraged in doing this by the big, messy orgasms that their savage pounding of her ass was making the pink-haired, super-stacked vixen experience.

Poppy’s hands remained busy jerking off two of the studs at a time, the young slut pumping away at the schlong currently filling her hand until the next one in line grabbed hold of her wrist and forcibly made her move on to do the same to him. Meanwhile, those studs not being serviced by either Poppy’s mouth or her hands made sure to take care of themselves by jerking themselves off while making sure to pace themselves.

“Getting close!” Raskes announcement, coming as it did with him spearing his meatstick up and down Poppy’s gullet, was met with an excited shriek from her loud enough to be heard even when suppressed by his pulsing, precum-drooling member and a shared sigh of relief from Hench and Rickon, who by now had started to worry that their testes might explode from the pressure of holding back their loads any longer.

In rapid succession, the other men released similar comments, and while those ganged up in front of Poppy’s face helped out in pushing her off Raskes’ dong, the two guardsmen hurried to pull out of her ass.

“Yes! Fucking drench me!” Her mind battered from the many orgasms and the non-stop, twelve-dick onslaught she’d just been put through, Poppy just screamed out as loud as she could under the circumstances, and was still clutching at all those stiff cocks while ten men joined forces in getting her down on her knees.

“Cum all over me!” Poppy cried out as all twelve men now packed themselves into a semi-circle in front of her, each stud bringing himself the last stretch of the way.

Who came first, Poppy had no idea, because barely was that first shot barrelling towards her before another giant cock went off, then another and so on until in a matter of seconds, a dozen big-dicked studs were pumping out cum and sending it flying towards her.

As twelve splats of thick cum hitting tanned skin and all those tight muscles and firm flesh underneath boomed inside the tavern, Poppy was struggling not to succumb to complete sensory overload.

Adamant about drenching her with spunk, each stud was thrusting his own cock through his grip of it in order to wring out yet more, and that was precisely what they did, leaving an awed Poppy to be blasted with round upon round of a dozen heavy jets of balljuice hitting her all once, the many impacts striking her face, tits, shoulders and midriff dizzying her and making her squirt all at once.

The juices shooting from her pussy in powerful pulses still couldn’t compete with the absolute blizzard of jizz hitting Poppy from all over, leaving cum to hang off her face before the forceful impact of newer blasts made them snap and fall onto her tits, which in turn were becoming encased in a web of pearly white ropes of jizz that grew thicker and more intricate with every passing second. They smacked against her midsection too, filling up the narrow groves between her tight, neatly defined stomach muscles and turning her bellybutton into a miniature cum-lake that even gravity couldn’t figure out a way to drain.

Due to the sheer amount of it being sent her way, it was hardly surprising that Poppy’s eyes eventually became glued shut with cum, and while that did rob her of the deeply satisfying sensation of seeing so many massive fuckpieces dumping their loads all over her fuckdoll body, it heightened her other senses. It wasn’t just the feeling of all that cum hitting her that left Poppy deliriously horny and sent her crashing into one orgasm after another, but the sound of it hitting and the scent of it as it was stuck to her skin as well.

Instinctively, Poppy kept her mouth open, and all the studs at one point or another took the opportunity to send a big, heavy shot of viscous jizz rocketing into it, where Poppy would play with it even given the opportunity, or otherwise swallow it down to keep her mouth from being completely flooded with the further jets of balljuice that came shooting into it.

When it was all over, Poppy was a jizz-blasted, panting, heaving, smiling beacon of what every cumslut aspired to be.

“Huh, she looks like she might use a bath,” Riolta said, with a smile.

“Not really, but we do,” Galiana replied, spitting Dareios’ cockhead out of her mouth and being careful not to disturb the rope of prejizz connecting it to her bottom lip, “We’re still leaving today.”

“Yeah, I guess we can pick her up before we leave,” Riolta’s smile got bigger and naughtier, “Or what’s left of her, anyway.”

“T-tell me you’re not soft!” That cry, delivered with a breathless, quivering voice, was the first thing Poppy said after it had all ended, her eyes still sealed with spunk and keeping her from seeing anything.

“This feel soft to you, slut?” Brom asked, shoving his still fully erect cock back inside Poppy’s mouth.