Whorish Poppy meets the rest of the blowbang gang

“Fuck!” From underneath the hem of her seriously undersized skirt – it might once have fit her, but it was now already too small without even factoring in the absolute bomb of an ass that now exploded out behind her whenever she went, with those massive cheeks of succulent flesh, toned muscles and lushly tanned skin effectively serving as a shelf for the back of the garment – gusher after gusher of girlcum came flying out as the orgasming Poppy’s pink, bald pussy clinched and opened up in pulsing motions, the spay of juices shooting forwards to splatter against the pair of huge fucksticks positioned head to head in front of her.

“Jerk those huge fucking cocks for me!” Rather than a self-confident pout, Poppy’s face was carrying a raw, horny grimace as she instructed the pair of guardsmen on what to do while her pussy kept popping and showering their dicks with her clear juices. Of course, she hadn’t let a little thing like her cunt going off like that or the sensations of another huge orgasm hitting her in vast, powerful waves deter her from continuing having her fingers pet at her swollen clit, the throbs of which became extra intense whenever another surge of her clear ejaculate came racing out into the open.

“Fucking donkey-dicked studs!” Watching intently how Hench and Rickon both pumped their cocks for her, Poppy was becoming enthralled by how each thick, hard schlong throbbed and jutted about. Fantasizing about dicks like that was one thing, but seeing them in the flesh – and there was a LOT of that – was an entirely different matter.

“Come on, slut,” Barely had Poppy’s discarded thong splattered onto Riolta’s face before Dareios closed the gap between that and the crown of his fuckpiece completely. Since the skimpy front of the thong had become stuck to the archeress’ forehead, that was what he pressed the business-end of his dong against. Using said pressure – but not his hands, of course – Dareios proceeded to slide the soaked panties down the length of Riolta’s nose and further still, not stopping until he had them squashed up against her cocksucker lips.

“Lick my cock through that hot fucking whore’s panties, Riolta,” Dareios instructed her as the fabric was once again stretched thin over his bell end and the straps that hung down underneath his cock were stirred by the pulses that weren’t forceful enough to do more than make that eighteen-inch beast of a cock sticking out from between his legs shift ever so slightly

Eyeing him nastily, Riolta reminded the hulking warrior towering over her whilst providing a very good likeness of a statue crafted by some slut with a serious fetish for thick, bulging muscles of her perfect aim by piercing forwards with her tongue, pushing it up against the drenched fabric of Poppy’s thong and letting it become soaked by the mixture of her pussy juices and three different hunks precum before plunging on to squeeze it into the wide, gaping hole that was his cumslit.

Growling darkly, Dareios responded immediately to having Riolta’s nimble tongue swirling around inside his pisshole by letting out a series of heavy, pulsing jets of precum, some of which soaked through the thong to spill into Riolta’s eagerly waiting mouth and some of which instead went cascading down the spaghetti-straps that dangled underneath his cockend, from where the next drop brought the to pitter-patter onto onto her ginormous, spherical jugs.

Finally coming down from her squirting orgasm, Poppy tore her gaze away from Hench and Rickon’s throbbing cocks, although to do so she had to turn ninety degrees, and she still couldn’t help but a hand down right on top of the juncture where their dicks remained in close, precum-pumping contact.

“Hi, Raskes,” Poppy purred as she fixed her attention at the next man in line in the semi-circle that was growing increasingly oblong. He was one of the shortest among them, but blessed with a wiry physique and a wide, thick beard, both signs of his chosen profession as a hunter and trader of furs. Of far more importance to Poppy however was the absolute behemoth of a cock that he was sporting. While she’d been changing, Faye had clocked it as being sixteen inches long, but Poppy as of yet lacked the experience to determine just how colossal it was by merely looking at it.

“Poppy,” Like a lot of the other men in there – Dareios excluded – Raskes was sporting the expression of a man who was both frozen in wonder at the sight of Poppy and getting ready to explode in a flurry of uninhibited fucklust provoked by and wholly directed towards her, “You little fucking whore.”

“You have no idea,” Poppy’s purr intensified as she felt Hench and Rickon shake their cocks out from under her hand, “I used to watch you every time you came to town.”

“Then I’d go home and soak the bed picturing myself eloping with you and serving as your personal cock sleeve during those long winter nights in the mountains,” As she spoke on, the two coppers also performed ninety-degree turns behind Poppy, as well as disentangling their cockends from each other, with the blunt tips of their fat, swollen dicks connected by over a dozen hanging ropes of precum as they brought them into contact with the swell of her booty where it jutted out from behind her wholly insufficient skirt.

“Slip a pair of fingers up my virgin asshole and pretend it was you getting me ready...” Acting as if stroking her clit had become some sort of tic for her, Poppy steadfastly continued to dish out one filthy line after another as years of built-up whorishness was now demanding to be let out, and her dirty talk not only made Raskes groan and spill a hefty serving of precum onto his hand as he finished another pump of his dong, but several more groans coming from all around her.

Two of those groans had belong to Hench and Rickon, both of which were savouring their first feel of her incredible ass. Of course, they weren’t using their hands to cop a feel, but were rather rubbing the crowns of their cocks all over her cheeks while continuing to ‘piss out precum’, as she’d put it.

“You saw what that mega-dicked stud did, didn’t you?” Poppy aimed a quick, shallow nod over at where Dareios had the whole business-end of his mammoth fuckpiece crammed into Riolta’s mouth and the straps of Poppy’s thong laid out over her chin, “He didn’t just pop my cherry, he fucking destroyed it. And I loved it.”

“Fucking whore,” Despite his short stature, Raskes seemed to swell up from the inside out as the muscles of his arms, legs, stomach and chest all tightened up. As for his cock, it heaved its way upwards as if trying to knock him over, with the result of there being a dense thud of it smacking into him that made Poppy release an open-mouthed moan.

“Fucking size-queen whore,” Poppy finally breathed out, after watching in awe how Raskes’ pussy-pleaser returned to its normal almost horizontal position, its descent slowed by its rigidity and simultaneously aided by its heft, “And I’m gonna worship your horsecock.”

“Amos,” Seamlessly, Poppy shifted her attention towards the next stud in line, “For once, you’re not looking nervous to see me.”

“Uh-uh,” Amos shook his head. About ten years older than Poppy, Amos was both and quite handsome, so she’d never understood why he’d always seemed like he’d swallowed his tongue and been on the verge of a seizure whenever she was around. Granted, she’d gotten used to the men of Spirra acting funny round her, but it’d **** in Amos’ case.

“He came twice in a couple minutes after we first loaded him up,” Galiana shared from where she was sharing the pleasure of fondling Dareios’ balls with Faye, the two buxom priestesses milking the warrior’s heavy testes and making unload generously sized jets of precum into Riolta’s maw, “Then he settled down.”

“No wonder,” As the pair of studs behind her worked their cockheads up and down the curvature of her incredible bubble butt, Poppy lustfully ogled Amos’ rock-hard piece of meat, “Amos, you’re fucking huge!”

Though he didn’t say anything, Amos swelled with pride and reached down to resume stroking his cock as it pointed straight at the delicate but well-defined musculature of Poppy’s tummy.

“Gods, that’s so hot,” Poppy’s voice remained as nasty and breathless ever as she followed intently how Amos’ foreskin rolled up against the pronounced brim of his smooth, glistening bell end again and again. As precum spilled from his pisshole, she fluttered her eyelashes and tapped her tongue against the roof of her mouth while her gigantic chest heaved. If her shirt had been any thinner, her nipples would have shredded it.

“Pump that monstercock for me, Amos,” Revealing just how much of a nympho size-queen whore that she really was, Poppy was becoming hypnotized by Amos’ hand sliding back and forth over his dick, which throbbed against his grasp as ropes of precum poured onto the stretch of skin connecting his foreskin to the crown of his dong and spun their way downwards from there, “Fuuuuuck...”

“How big do you think he is?” Galiana asked, having just lost her hold of Dareios’ cock when he speared it down Riolta’s throat and the archeress moaned in ecstasy around it.

“Hmm, about as big as Raskes?” For just a second, a more thoughtful expression appeared on Poppy’s face, but it was immediately replaced by another lascivious pout, “And I can’t fucking wait to find out which is bigger!”

The back of Poppy’s was **** higher when Hench squeezed the business-end of his tool into the deep, tight gulf between the two halves of her peachy ass. Seconds later, Rickon followed his lead by doing the same and having the pair of cockheads end up stacked on top of each other inside her ass cleavage.

Growling through his teeth, Hench shifted on his feet and pressed his dick downwards, only to be met by Rickon growling as well as he refused to budge an inch. Consequently, they got to cherish the awesome spectacle of Poppy’s bronzed cheeks being made to jut further and further out beyond her wide hips as they packed their cocks in next to each other between them and had them lodged up against her ringpiece.

“Fuck, boys,” Poppy threw the guardsmen a look over her shoulder and let out an amused giggle, “How much room do you think I’ve got back there?!”

“Oh, you’ll be doing double anal in no time, slut,” Faye hissed, from where she was keeping her hand as an incomplete ring for Dareios to thrust his mighty fuckpiece through as part of his pounding it up and down Riolta’s gullet. As for Poppy’s thong panties, they were now tucked in between Riolta’s mountainous jugs.

“Double anal?” Poppy’s eyes lost their focus for a moment and a particularly long string of juices trickled out from her aroused honeypot. Then she groaned as Hench and Rickon increased the pressure that they had her sphincter under.

“Uh-huh,” Now that she had the pink-haired teen babe’s attention, Faye flashed her a lewd grin, “Double’s actually pretty easy, but triple’s a bit of a stretch.”

“Oh, and boys,” Tilting her head ever so slightly, Faye transfixed Rickon and Hench both with the same gaze, “You saw how much that slut loves anal.”

Being reminded of that whilst having the blunt end of his dong in contact with Poppy’s backdoor had quite an effect on Hench. It started with a groan that was still leaving his mouth as his body tensed up and a spasm rolled through it that had him jerk away hard from Poppy, the motion centred on his hips and seeing his cock pop back out into the open before another spasm saw him swing back in and end up violently smacking his member into the solid mass of taut, tanned flesh that was Poppy’s left asscheek.

“Fuck!” Poppy shrieked, her body recoiling from the blow and her head dipping back as a wave of pleasure swept over her gorgeous face. Egged on by her expression, Rickon wilfully extracted his schlong and gave his hips a swing that saw her right cheek take a blow every bit as forceful as that which had struck her left.

“Spank my whore ass with your cocks!” Poppy was still screaming as Hench delivered his second blow, intentionally this time around, with Rickon coming in a couple of seconds after him. More of them followed as each guard endeavoured to not merely match each new one from his colleague, but to overshadow it as well.

And while the large barroom was now filled with the meaty, deeply satisfying sound of Poppy’s booty taking a different kind of pounding, Amos joined the fray by stepping up to her from in front, his cock levelled right at her.

“Fuck!” Poppy’s teeny clit was as engorged as it could get, and she cried out eagerly when Amos plunged his dick forwards to have his pisshole become lodged against it, inundating it with his prejizz before he’d even resumed pumping one hand along the shaft of his dick.

“Shit, Amos!” As her ass continued to be pummelled by Hench and Rickon, Poppy was trying to process the experience of having her swollen clitoris inserted into Amos’ cumslit, which was contracting and expanding as if sucking on it while more of his precum flooded out all around it.

“What a whore…” Faye said, approvingly, as she followed how Poppy was very obviously approaching another orgasm whilst hemmed in between the trio of freshly minted studs.

“Imagine what she’ll be like with a bit of training,” Galiana replied, her becoming caught up on the positively lurid grimace that the delectable teen vixen’s face had been twisted into.

Far from speculating on her own future, Poppy was very much focusing on the here and now. Each time that a mighty fuckstick would crash into her booty as if to see how hard it could be hit before giving way underneath the blow, her pussy would flutter in the shadow cast by Amos gargantuan prick. Then she’d peel her eyes open and stare down at him jerking his cock while his pisshole sucked and squeezed her clit.

“Fuck yes!” No one, not even Riolta – who was in the process of fingering herself with one hand and mauling her huge boobs with the other as Dareios powerfucked her throat – had any excuse to be surprised when Poppy experienced another thundering, squirting orgasm shortly thereafter.

“Plug that fucking leak!” As honey started to spray from her pink cunt, Poppy snatched hold of Amos’ schlong and shot him a ferocious look through barely open eyes as brought it lower and stuffed its crown into her quaking, girlcum-gushing slit, putting it right in the way of all those juices bursting out of her.

Amos’ response to feeling Poppy’s velvety pussy close in round the head of his cock was to groan and join her in jerking his cock with both hands while jets of precum started to fly from his cumhole, only to be swept up by the waves of girlcum rushing out onto the vein-ridged trunk of his dick.

Gradually, while her climax was still burning at full intensity, Poppy discovered that she could increase the size and velocity of Amos’ shots of precum through flexing her vaginal muscles. This was something she proceeded to do with great relish, lengthening the duration of her orgasm by hugging and milking Amos’ cockend as he produced throaty groan upon throaty groan.

Right before Poppy ceased squirting, Hench and Rickon landed one final hefty blow with their fuckpieces on her ass, the dense sound of the dual impacts mixing with her girlish screams and their own groans. After that, they broke away from her to take a step back, each man recognising that he wouldn’t be able to last for much longer without a much-deserved break.

“Now what, stud?” Poppy challenged Amos as her girlcum dripped off his cock when she let it slip out of her slit, which had now gotten its second taste of a real dick without getting the hard, no-holds-barred fucking it deserved, “Are we finished?”

His confidence soaring, Amos recalled Poppy’s horny response to Raskes accidentally slapping his cock against his own chest, and decided to try something similar. At first, his cock merely wagged between his legs as gravity held it back, but then it started rise quickly.

“Not yet, you horny slut,” The raw growl that had replaced that light stammer that Amos had been saddled with for as long as she’d known him made Poppy tremble and her pussy resume its copious juicing, “Suck it.”

Chewing on her plump lip, Poppy threw a longing glance at Amos’ cock where it stood pointing straight up at the ceiling, its head appearing above the swell of her tits as powerful throbs rocked it and sent a blend of girlcum and precum pouring down its length.

How could she refuse? Actually, Poppy didn’t even consider the possibility that she might. Instead, she plunged her head forwards and got her soft lips round the tip of Amos’ flared, gleaming cockend, greedily sucking a few slivers of juices off it.

Then she sucked harder, putting all of her lust for jumbo-sized dongs into how she sucked air and juices down her throat, until Amos surrendered a thick blast of precum along with another dark groan.

“Mmm, delicious,” Standing leaned forwards, her mouth inches from the object she’d just sucked on with whorish gusto and her hands fondling Amos’ jizz-bloated balls, Poppy spat a string of drool onto his prick and kept going, “But that’s just a teaser, right?”

“Yes.”

“Good,” Leaving Amos behind to catch his breath, Poppy moved on to the next stud in line.

“Pastor Gariq,” Poppy smiled wolfishly at the tall, thin man whose cock twitched as she stepped up in front of him, “What brings you to Spirra? Another argument with Pastor Brauss?”

“Apostate, degenerate, libertine...” Brauss could be heard muttering under his breath, but it didn’t seem as though his heart was in it any longer.

“He’s a rigid reactionary!” Gariq did manage to sound a little more convinced, but as he tried to throw a defiant glance at the other pastor, his eyes immediately drifted back to Poppy’s jugs.

“Okay, Riolta, I think what’s going on,” Galiana started to explain, having already caught on to what was going on between the two priests, “Gariq’s one of the more liberal devotees of Thrud. They’re convinced that you shovel gravel in his heaven and eat it in his hell.”

“But you’re not listening, are you?” Pulling her lips back into a saucy smile, Galiana glanced down at Riolta’s head bobbing from the **** of Dareios’ thrusts and her own eagerness to meet each and every one of them while she kept one hand stuffed between her legs, “Because you’re squirting from having your face fucked.”

“Fancy a drink?” Faye asked, unoccupied now that the proximity of Dareios’ muscular belly to Riolta’s flushed face made it impossible for her to keep fondling his balls and stroking his cock, “I mean, we’re in a bar, after all.”

“Yes, a drink would be good,” Galiana agreed.

“I don’t know about reactionary any more,” Poppy chuckled as she tossed a quick peek over at Brauss, “But he’s sure as shit rigid!”

“He’s a...” Although Gariq did make an attempt to keep the theological grudge match between Brauss and him going, his voice trailed off as he once again got stuck on Poppy’s boobs enveloping that striped tie. Hardly one to ease back on the pressure, Poppy used her arms to squeeze those firm globes of succulent flesh as much together as she could without making a concentrated effort out of it.

“Since you’re both here, there’s something I’ve been meaning to ask you both,” While Poppy spoke, the siren call made tantalizing flesh that was her bubble butt was drawing Raskes, Vergilius and Alef in, “Don’t you think confession is a bit too tame?”

“What?” Gariq’s denomination of the cult of Thrud might have shared the same view on sex – that you should only do it if you absolutely had to, and should bite the inside of your cheek if you ever got in danger of enjoying it – but he barely remembered those articles of doctrines as he stared down the long length of Poppy’s cleavage.

“Sure, it might be enough for normal people,” Her pussy aching with excitement, Poppy pushed on, giving voice to the thoughts that she’d had whenever she’d been on the opposite end of that thick, unyielding tapestry from Brauss, “But for dirty, hardcore size-queen sluts like me, it’s just enough.”

“It’s not,” Gariq agreed as the three studs moved in behind Poppy.

“So, while Alef, Raskes and Vergil drench and spank my juicy teen ass,” For just a moment, Poppy adopted a more cheerful and downright girlish tone of voice that then faded and was replaced by that of a died-in-the-wool sex fiend, “I’ll tell you all about how to handle a pretty young whore like me.”

Gariq said nothing, but from behind the thirteen-inch length of his potion-enhanced fuckmast, his balls appeared to be growling like a couple of wild animals. Meanwhile, the three other studs did exactly as Poppy had surmised that they would by bringing the crowns of their brawny rods into contact with her already precum-glazed bubble butt and adding to the thick veneer of transparent juices by rubbing them all over it. Vergilius had taken the spot on the left, which was the cheek he was focusing on, Alef was taking care of the other one, and Raskes was dragging his cockend down the length of Poppy’s anal cleavage all the way until it came against the puffed-up lips of her dripping wet sex.

“Lose the tapestry and make the slut lose her clothes,” As she went into details about her proposal for a reformed confession, Poppy maintained that same nasty vocal edge, which was backed up by the gleam in her eyes, “She should be naked and on her knees in front of you as she tells you everything about her obsession with huge, hard, drooling monstercocks, about how the only thing that matters to her is worshipping mega-hung studs.”

“T-the only thing?” Gariq’s eyes had glazed over.

“Well, I guess I wouldn’t mind eating pussy,” Poppy nonchalantly replied, before cocking one of her slim, finely arched eyebrows, “Come to think of it, the pastor should be naked too, drooling precum all over my whorish face and huge jugs...”

At that, Gariq snapped. Said snapping involved his gaze narrowing in on Poppy’s round tits as he reached for them with both hands. Or rather, he reached for the collar of the shirt, which he clasped in a tight, two-handed grasp before yanking his elbows out to the side.

“Strip her!” Brauss cried out manically from the spot where he and schoolmaster Gediman hung back as if content to let the younger men do all the work, “Strip her, brother Gariq!”

“Would you look at that,” With one heeled foot crossed over the other and leaning back against the counter, Galiana offered more commentary on what was occurring, “I’d say the little slut’s facilitated an ecumenical breakthrough.”

In her right hand, Galiana was holding up a wine goblet for Faye to pour some of the contents of a large clay pitcher into. Those contents were the mixed precum of all thirteen studs present in the tavern, collected by the priestesses while Poppy had been changing upstairs.

Galiana needn’t have bothered with the goblet, since Faye suddenly swung her arms much further to the right than the senior priestess-whore had expected and upended the pitcher over her breasts.

“Yes!” Though startled by her protégé’s actions, Galiana readily tossed the goblet aside and starting oiling her mouthwatering knockers up with the precum being poured all over them, with the pitcher containing enough of the thick, glossy stuff to actually cover those vast globes of prime titflesh.

“Yes!” Poppy shrieked as the knot holding her shirt together was torn apart by Gariq’s violent yanking at the whole garment, her own set of fantastic tits rocking and swaying from the **** with which he revealed them, but they didn’t sag even in the slightest, despite their size and mass. Behind her, the three studs slapping and rubbing their hard cocks against her ass were devoutly following the pastor’s example in attempting to remove her skirt, only none of them could bear letting their dicks lose contact with her delectable derrière even for a second.

Hence, the drenched skirt inched its way down over Poppy’s ass, its retreat flanked on all sides by throbbing, precum-spewing cock that pushed and slapped the luscious teen’s cheeks while she moaned, yelped and purred like a kitten at the rough treatment her booty was receiving.

“You whore,” Gariq hissed as he ripped Poppy’s shirt off, the pastor sounding decidedly unchaste, an impression back up the streamers of prejizz being unleashed from his cock every few seconds, streamers that due to angle at which his thirteen-inch schlong was pointing were sent rocketing upwards to splatter against Poppy’s freshly bared tits, with the size of his dong ensuring that the distance each fresh blast had to cover was so trifle that they barely lost any of their momentum on the way there.

SPLAT!

“Whore for your cock, pastor,” Poppy assured him, back to riffling her pussy with one and snaking the other round the back of his ballsack, then bringing them up against her sex at the same time as her skirt went sliding down her long, toned legs.

SPLAT! Those wet, booming splats had been occurring since Poppy had returned from changing, but they were getting louder now.

“Keep up, boys,” Without fully looking behind her shoulder, Poppy addressed the trio of studs attending to her rear with their fuckpieces, “I’m moving again.”

“Fuck!” Four fingers packed into her steaming cunt and her chest thrust out in front of her, Galiana was letting Faye how wholly she was enjoying her licking her way back and forth across her tits, showering them with smooching kisses and suckling greedily on her teats.

“Lick up every drop...” Faye must already have gulped down at least a pint’s worth of prejizz from her boobs, yet Galiana had the pitcher in her other hand and held it aimed to pour still more of the translucent fluid onto her spherical knockers.

“Gods, Dougan,” Down to just her tie when it came to the clothes still in place above her thighs, Poppy stepped in front of another young man, this one standing with a tense expression glued to his rather handsome face and his muscular cock aimed up at the ceiling, “Are you trying to blow a hole through the roof, or what?”

While big, Dougan’s cock wasn’t in the same league as the biggest of the dozen. His balls though, looked like they were even a match for Dareios’ as the skin of his scrotum was stretched smooth and the whole package shifted and stirred from what was happening inside it. Groaning, Dougan unleashed another pussy-conquering jet of precum that shot straight upwards until it impacted against the ceiling above Poppy’s head.

“Fuuuuck...” Poppy whimpered, before moaning in response to Alef sliding his cock in to press against her pussy from below while Vergilius and Raskes matched the blows that they landed on her buttocks with their cockends perfectly.

SPLAT! Dougan let loose another shot. Overhead, the second storey floorboards groaned.

Grinning wickedly, Poppy admired Dougan’s cock and his balls. He was a normal farmer, except he’d inherited the family chore of serving as an auger for the other peasants. So Dougan had “draw from his magic powers” to tell them all when it was going to rain and when the sun was going to shine, as well as weathering Pastor Brauss oft repeated premonitions that he was going to be in for a rock-based diet once he’d shuffled off this mortal coil. Dougan had never seemed like he’d enjoyed the gig.

SPLAT! This time around, the loud noise of his precum hitting the ceiling was followed by three slightly less full and violent ones of two cocks smacking into her cheeks and a third spring up to splay her pussy lips even further apart.

“Aim it straight at me, Dougan,” All of a sudden, the hunks behind her were moving away quickly from Poppy, each one of them rushing to get to a safe distance before Dougan had finished bringing down his cum-cannon to project out horizontally in front of him.

“Fucking drench me...” Poppy breathed out, using her hands this time around rather than her arms to squeeze her ginormous milk bombs together.

“Gods!” Dougan didn’t disappoint, unleashing a truly massive spurt of precum – even bigger than his previous ones – that came barrelling forwards at great speed until smacking into Poppy’s tits while she let slip a cry of bliss.

Splat! Spurred on by Dougan’s example, each of the other eleven men started pumping his cock to wring out jets of precum from it, something which Poppy became aware of when a shot from Alef splattered itself against her buttocks. It was quickly followed by more blasts striking her from all directions.

“Fuuuuck...” As the high-powered spurts of prejizz came flying her way, Poppy started lustfully working it into her skin, all whilst eye-fucking Dougan, until it looked like she’d been slathered in oil from head to toe. Her hair was wet, her stockings and leg warmers were drenched well beyond the point of becoming transparent and trapped between her tits, her tie had begun to look more like a soaked rag.

The barrage came to an end when nearly all the men stopped fisting their cumtubes in reaction to Poppy stepping up towards Dougan. He was the sole exception, letting the bursts continue to fly without Poppy allowing that to deter or even slow her down, the horny pink-haired boobqueen not so much as flinching despite the **** with which Dougan’s releases of precum slapped against her body like molasses smacking onto a stone floor.

“Shit, Dougan,” Her body shining as the layer of prejizz accentuated the already impressive definition of her legs, her arms and her stomach in particular, the grooved musculature of which flexed and bent as she leaned forwards slightly to get her paws on Dougan’s dong after taking up a stance next to him, “No need to guess the weather any more, you could water a field with this thing!”

Closing one eye, Poppy hefted Dougan’s schlong up higher and took aim at one of the oversized wooden tankards that hung from the ceiling – her boss Manok had a flair for making an occasion out of passing-by guests wanting to drink from a larger vessel – before squeezing his dick to get him to fire of a fresh burst of precum.

“Bullseye!” Despite the slab of hard meat bucking and throbbing against her grasp, the shot was a perfect one which knocked the tankard loose and sent it tumbling towards the floor. Poppy’s elation was interfered with, however, by a second jet coming from behind her shoulder and hitting the tankard in the air, knocking it off its plunging descent and instead making it bounce off the nearest wall.

“Show-off...” Poppy huffed at Riolta, who simply smiled at her and went back to gorging herself on Dareios mammoth fuckstick.

“Boss,” Manok was next, Poppy flashing him a slutty smile whilst peeling her tie off her skin and disentangling it from between her boobs before pulling it over her head, “You gonna miss me?”

“Absolutely,” Poppy’s employer had a fuckpiece that matched his physique. It wasn’t as long as some of the others, but it was hugely thick, so much so that Poppy had to loosen the noose of her tie before threading it around it and leaving it hang down from just behind the ridge of his cockend, “But I knew you’d go off to somewhere a lot bigger than this.”

“Bet you didn’t think I was this much of a whore, though...” By grasping the tie tight, Poppy sent Manok’s heavy, flared cockhead smacking against the palm of her other hand.

“I didn’t want to get my hopes up,” Manok replied.

“Don’t worry,” Poppy smiled again as she kept making the business-end of Manok’s fuckmast smack into her hand, “You’ll get to fuck my pussy, ass and mouth before I go.”

That caused Manok to unleash a torrent of clear fluid that thumped against Poppy’s toned belly.

“Uncle,” Finally, there was Brom, Poppy’s uncle. Although they were kin, they’d only known each other for barely a year, courtesy of him being away for more than fifteen years. What exactly he’d been up to was still hazy, but from his muscular body and the scars it carried, he probably hadn’t been a bookkeeper.

“Fuck...” Brom groaned, his body shifting from his feet on up as Poppy brazenly positioned herself right in the line of fire in front of his schlong. Ever since coming home, Brom had had to try to figure out a way in which to deal with the baser desires that his niece aroused within him. That wasn’t easy. He’d spent many a nights in the Kettle, he’d done tours of the communal brothels of Kamdara where the hottest and horniest of the islands’ young women sucked cock and took it up their ass for their homeland, he’d even witnessed the yearly procession led by the tsarina of the Khartof Federation. Poppy would have looked right at home in all those places.

“Wow, uncle,” Poppy adopted the grin of a predatory sexual creature as she looked down the barrel of Brom’s fuckpiece, “You’ve got a seriously huge cock.”

That much was certainly true. Brom looked like he could compete with Raskes and Amos in terms of length and Manok when it came to girth.

“It’s such a shame we’re blood,” The grin remained in place as Poppy put her hands on her hips and lifted her gaze to direct it straight at Brom’s face.

Brom’s heart sank.

“Means you’ll have to settle for just my greedy mouth and whorish ass,” Poppy’s lewd grimace intensified, as did the equally suggestive lustre present in her eyes as she fixed them harder on Brom.

Unable to take it any longer, Brom went into action, bringing his larger and wider frame in closer to Poppy’s curvaceous form.

“Are you gonna fuck me up, uncle?” Again, Poppy didn’t so much as flinch. She did scream though when Brom grabbed hold of her arms and yanked her round to face the same way as him.

“FUCK!” Poppy screamed louder when Brom became the second man ever so slam his cast-iron hard cock through her ringpiece, which had recovered enough after Dareios’ radical stretching of it that it was once being pushed wide apart round the fat, muscular pillar of fuckmeat invading her ass.

From the way she tossed her head back and shrieked in ecstasy as her pussy exploded, an impartial observer would have surmised that Poppy seriously fucking loved anal.

“Shit, her own uncle,” Galiana hissed, now locked in a tangled embrace with Faye that had them rubbing their stacked bodies together whilst finger-fucking each other, “What a whore.”

“Yeah,” Faye agreed, “You know she’s not gonna hesitate one second to shove it in her mouth afterwards.”

Throughout Poppy’s climax, Brom persisted in reaming her ass hard, letting his muscle-packed belly slap against her bubble butt and his testes smack against her fluttering, gushing pussy.

“Push me to my knees, uncle!” Seconds after her latest orgasm was over, Poppy sounded like she was on the verge of another one, “Shove your cock in my face!”

At first, Brom didn’t appear to hear her, instead carrying several more savage thrusts of his hips, each of which was followed by him blasting the walls of her ass with precum, but then he left her to stand on wobbly legs as he extracted inch after vascular inch of dickage from her gaping bung.

Once his cock had popped back into the open, Brom grabbed Poppy by the shoulders and **** her onto her knees. And while he did that, the other eleven men all drew nearer.

“Open wide!” Brom bellowed, then stuffed Poppy’s mouth full with his bell end. Sucking and smacking on it whilst savouring the taste of her own ass blended with precum, Poppy didn’t get so into what she was doing that she didn’t notice the others coming up on her.

“Guess it’s time for the main event, huh?” Poppy said as soon as she’d spat Brom’s cockend out, and leaned back to get her face in underneath the blunt end of his dong.

Effectively naked, her voluptuous body glistening like caramel from the precum that covered it and with more of the same pouring out of her deflowered pussy and asshole, Poppy watched in awe how the men all came at her from every direction, all of them drawn in nearer by the spectacle of her until their cocks bumped into each other.

From directly below, to the salivating Poppy the twelve huge cocks coming together and their owners pressing their crowns together as if engaged in a test of strength looked like the spokes of a wheel. And within seconds of the dozen brawny fuckpieces making contact, there appeared a unified rope of their precum that thickened rapidly at the top as its tip spun its way down towards her face.

Shoving three fingers inside her slit, Poppy opened wide and gasped with fucklust when the rope of precum landed on the tip of her outstretched tongue.