Bliss’ reaction

Bliss moved her head left and right, carrying out the movement with the utmost delicacy so as to avoid tugging at her hair, plastered and soaked as it was, and then flashed Stepan a smile so naughty that it almost triggered another lengthy showering of cum to shoot out of his cock and further inundate her in the thick, sticky fluid.

“Alright pup,” the saturated pole-dancer smirked, apparently finding immense satisfaction in giving him such a boyish nickname in light of the youngster’s undoubtedly gargantuan appendage, “Here’s what you’ll do now; get my hair loose, take off my pants and shove that fantastic cock of yours up my pussy.”

“You’re not angry?” This question from Stepan provoked Bliss to laugh, though she had ended the cheerful chuckling by the time that he followed up with a second question; “You don’t want me to get you loose first?”

“Oh no,” Bliss assured him, “I quite like being bound during sex, though usually it’s done with ropes and not with…” the buxom pole-dancer was **** to pause and smile again before huskily grunting out a “cum,” to end her sentence with.

Despite the mixture of absurdity and lewdness which had been given off by Stepan shoving such an immensely sized cock into Bliss’ tight asshole, not to mention the sheer amount of cum which had served as its sticky, splattering crescendo, the stable boy now realized that he and her actually hadn’t been the object of everyone’s staring.

As he began to free Bliss’ hair, strand by strand, Stepan took the chance to see what the other members’ of his merry little group was up to.

Dareios had come up with a creative way of using the size of his member in order to get Ivy off without actually penetrating her.
Standing with his feet wide apart and his knees bent, with the naked bartender posing in a slightly forwards slant in front of him, Dareios had managed to fit his cock in under her ass, the thick log of meat pulsing against her ripped stomach as it rose upwards to disappear into the cleft between her two large, round, firm tits, which were pressed together against the trunk of his minotaur-dick, until its massive head appeared just beneath her face.
While Dareios pumped his hips up and down as forcefully as he dared to, Ivy had her head turned downwards so that she could give the blunt end of his cock a long, wet lash with her tongue each time that it came spearing up towards her.

Moving his gaze, Stepan found that Kamil had made his choice from among the three dancing girls that had closed in on him, the young man apparently deciding a little variation from his the appearances of his new girlfriend, his new girlfriend’s mother and the priestesses by picking the duskier-skinned of them, who was named Delia and who was now squealing with lust each time that Kamil thrust his two feet and a few inches of cockmeat into her asshole, while her right side bounced against the top of the counter, which she had laid herself down on.

The other brunette in the trio, a certain Marianne, had decided that her consolation-prize should be to lick Kamil’s jizz-bloated ballsack as it dangled above her head in the position between his legs and the front of the bar-counter which she had settled for, adding a bit of enjoyable but hardly essential kinkiness to the whole thing by every so often moving her mouth and allowing her tongue to dance across his asshole.

Lea was following her boyfriend’s sodomizing of the pole-dancer from her position splayed out over a table not far from the bar, where her legs was spread wide, shooting out almost diagonally from her crotch while the blonde dancing girl, Miele, was busying herself with letting her nimble tongue dance across Lea’s drenched sex.

The buxom minx wasn’t forgetting to offer herself a treat though, and duly had three of her digits shoved into her pussy, parting her lips wide as she rhythmically pumped her fingers in and out of her sex while tapping her thumb against her clit.

By now Stepan had managed to release enough of Bliss’ hair for her to free her head, although the rest of her remained plastered to the bar, just as she had requested, and she and Stepan shared a smile which was unashamedly horny on her part but more like awkwardly horny on his before them turned their heads to the right to see what all that grunting, squishing noises were caused by.

It turned out to be originating from the spot only a few feet away where Damon was sitting on top of the rather crowded counter, his heels kicking into the wooden front of the bar while Faye was on her knees on the floor in front of him, where she had been joined by Kyla in awaiting the ejaculation which Damon’s rhythmic pumping of his humungous cock would result in.

While waiting the geyser of cum which was just a few strokes away, Faye let out a girlish grunt as a long stream of girl-cum shot out of her cunt to stain the floor boards in front of her, some of it even splattering against the front of the bar.
It was just after that that Damon shut his eyes hard and lessened the grip of his hand around his dick, which was by now throbbing so violently that his limper hand was more or less tossed away from it mere seconds before the first long-lasting and copiously sized blast of semen sprayed out from his urethra.

Despite Damon not aiming the blast, it hit Faye in a very fortunate way, coating itself over her face, tits and the top of her head.
It didn’t shot out in the form of pellets or bolts, but in two long releases of cum which left Faye panting and cum-covered, the release of another forceful squirt of honey being her most noticeable reaction to the glazing that Damon had subjected her to.

All this had left Kyla disappointed, and Damon twisted his glans in the direction of the downhearted sighs coming from her, grinning blindly when he heard them be replaced by an ecstatic cry as Kyla was thoroughly coated with his jizz.

Stepan was almost feeling envious of Damon when the whole thing ended. From the looks of things, i.e. Kyla and Faye, the towering warrior had pumped out almost twice as much cum as he had.

“Alright stud,” Bliss used a slightly manlier nickname for Stepan this time around as she reminded him of the fact that she and him wasn’t through yet, although still one collected from the animal kingdom, “tug down my knickers!”

Stepan removed them so fast that the fabric almost tore at a few points, and he couldn’t bother himself with taking the time to yank them off her feet, instead leaving them bunched up there as he dropped down on his knees and aimed the head of his cock against Bliss’ sex, the **** wetness of which was hidden under the vast reserves of balljuice which had slithered down over it from her belly.

“Fuck me!” Bliss cried, and got just what she had demanded as Stepan pushed himself forwards, nearly falling onto her but managing to regain his balance.
The girth of Stepan’s member was such that it stretched Bliss’ sex to the point where her outer labia was actually brushing against her thighs, giving empirical evidence to the necessity of using the priestesses’ potion before taking on such a one-eyed monster snake.

At some point as he pushed himself towards Bliss, who was spraying out her girlcum all over his pillar of engorged, vein-popped cockflesh as he progressed, Stepan began to wonder if he would get balls-deep inside of her, and whether or not that would result in him being plastered to her.