Nothing sucks seeds, like excess

The bright light waved from behind and was extinguished as the door closed to the pipe room, and for a moment they stood where they stood, now seeing more clearly what was before them. They were in a small room, with a long narrow corridor right in front of them. There was a dim but clear light shining down, but the smooth lines of the walls were strangely interrupted by hanging shapes, as if horizontal candles were set there that were softened as they burned and folded down, extinguishing their own wicks and now hardened in permanent downward turns.

Like hanging candles or… No, there were way too many for that. Too much. The whole hallway was as far away as possible. But Gwen licked her lips before she spoke.

“Well, it’s Avanti again, isn’t it?”

“But what are they?” Beth said so.

They walked forward and saw how narrow the narrow corridor was. They should almost squeeze through, against the curves. The strange organic curves.

“Well, look,” said Gwen. They were close enough to touch one now, so Beth pulled forward, grabbed one, started…

“Argh!”

She hit her hand back with a shudder.

“It bends,” she said. “Like it’s a piece of meat.”

“Fucks,” said Gwen.

She reached out and grabbed the same one, but only for a moment. She also hit her hand back and took a step back, wipe it on her belly.

“Christ. You’re right. It feels fucking obscene.

“They’re dicks,” said a small voice from behind.

“What?”

They spoke almost at the same time, turning heads to look back in the dark where Anna stood.

Cooks, look.

Anna pushed past them, her skin stuck with their piss, and grabbed another of the curves. They saw her shoulders shaking, but she didn’t let go, and now her right shoulder began to bend up and down. She worked her hand around the thing, sliding up and down. Now she let go and stepped back.

“Look.”

They looked. The thing Anna had manipulated had lost most of his curve: it rose back to the horizontal. Swelling.

“He’s a dick,” said Anna. Feel it. They’re all dicks.”

“That’s impossible,” said Beth. “Look how many there are.”

“They’re dicks.”

She’s right, Beth. If it looks like a dick and feels like a dick and stiff like a dick…"

But what are we gonna do? The whole hallway is full of them."

“We squeeze our way past and hope there will be no accidents. Anna, get out of here. Come on, avanti.”

She kicked out, her toes sank satisfactorily into Anna’s soft back, and sent her forward with a beep. She began to move along the hallway, body turned to one side, waving to pass among the cocks along the walls, and Gwen and Beth followed her, the weak cocks slide over their bodies like little cool snakes, seem to line the walls becoming thicker. No, definitely climbing the walls thicker. And for them, Anna had stopped.

“Hurry up, Ansie,” said Gwen.

“I can’t. They got ahead of me.”

“Don’t talk nonsense. Just squeeze it.”

“I can’t. Look.”

Gwen squeezed her and looked over her shoulder. In the dark light that came through the hallway she could see that the hundreds of cocks were erected at the front of the walls, those closest to them just up to the horizontal, which furthest away almost completely turriged, projecting over the corridor left and right as a kind of grille.

“Christ,” she said. They’re big.

The closest were halfway through the erection now, and she realized that erection went through the walls of the corridors in a slow wave that would reach them in seconds. They take where they were. She turned around.

“Beth, quick, go back.”

“I can’t.”

“Why not?”

But she already knew the answer.

They’re stiff from the other side. The ones we’ve already squeezed past."

Gwen felt her heart uncomfortable in her throat and her stomach rolled. Caught in a trap. An asshole. The cocks on both sides of her were on the ascent, bluntly lifting thick fingers to point at her incriminatingly, and now hidden lights in the ceiling of the hallway were glowing to life, the light that cut out of them and shadows through the wall-dicks. She turned around to avoid the dicks when they got up, placed her limbs and body between and around them, snoring as she saw Anna and Beth do the same.

“We’re stuck, girls,” she said. “Up dick-creek without paddle.”

“What are we going to do?” Beth asked.

“Wait till they go down, I think.”

I got a better idea. We cannot go back and we cannot go on."

“Yes.”

But Anna does. She can suck our way to freedom. Prepare them and soften them."

Gwen laughed.

“It has the simplicity of all great plans. Did you hear that, Ansie? Go suck, sucker.”

“No.”

“Do it.”

“You do it.”

Okay, I will.

Gwen stopped, wondered if she just said that. Yes, but why? Because she wanted to. And her cunt knew before she had it: Open sticky and start kissing as she squeezed her way down the hallway, and now greedy pulsating while she was trapped by hundreds of big, stiff dicks.

She leaned forward to the most convenient of them, peeled his foreskin like a banana, laid her mouth over the paradoxical plum of the asshole, and began to lick and suck. After a moment she withdrew, splashing with surprise. It tasted like strawberries. She threw her mouth against the dick underneath, peeled her foreskin, stuck the prune in her mouth, licked and sucked. She uncorked it from her mouth. Grapefruit.

“For God’s sake,” she mumbled. Beth…

But what she wanted to say died in her mouth. Beth also had her mouth over a dick, yearning for it while her right hand was working on her shimmering cunt. Gwen swallowed it.

“Beth!” she said.

Beth’s mouth came from the cock with a damp doll, making the shiny purple, like a helmet worn by a fascist papal guard. Her eyes met Gwen’s, sleepy with pleasure.

“What?”

“Why are we doing this?”

Her mouth already hurt to return to one of the cocks that sucked it. Unsteady with the desire to fall, so she almost stumbled as she spoke.

Beth has withdrawn. Her right hand was still working on her cunt; Now she lifted it up and licked off the fingers.

“Because it tastes good. Because I want to. Isn’t it?”

Gwen turned her head and looked at Anna. She leaned over to the wall, buried a huge dick deep between her lips, eyes closed, sucking lusty, tweaking the slim fingers of her little hands and twisting her nipples. She returned and Beth had returned to her dick, working on her cunt again. Gwen snore.

“Christ. But if you can’t beat them…”

She put her mouth forward and over the first rooster she had tasted. Strawberry. A rooster plum that tasted like strawberries. A dick-plum that began to leak strawberry pre-cum as they shuttle her mouth slowly back and forth over it, licking, sucking, starting to pump her mouth on it, moving her whole head back and forth faster and faster, providing an oral pussy for the motionless dick to fuck. Big dick. And how big were the balls hidden behind the wall? Were they beginning to rise in their wrinkled pocket, tightening up in preparation for orgasm? Hardening while they were ready to throw sperm into her working mouth?

She almost forgot to tease her own nipples, almost forgot to breathe, was almost unable to breathe, because she accepted the dick so far in her mouth, and suddenly she realized they weren’t just sucking, she was worshipping. I pay lip service to a dick. Tongue and throat, too. A Cock Cultrix. Priestess of the Penis, dedicated to the Dong. To please himself by putting himself fully at the service.

The rooster strengthened even further, trembling, and began to shake, shooting seed into her. She swallowed it eagerly, wanted liters of it. Strawberry flavoured sperm. She wanted to be strangled with it, drowned in it, and her hands got away from her own tits and moved left and right to take other dicks and masturbate them. The dick in her mouth stopped shooting and she dragged her mouth off, the desire to continue worshipping only overcome by the desire to take another in her mouth and to worship it. Her mouth was a temple and she wanted to establish an idol there forever. A phallustrator, a Cock-Lord who would rise forever, fall and rise again.

The dick in her right hand started spitting and she grabbed the sperm and rubbed it clumsy in her tits before she grabbed another. Her mouth greedy closed over a second dick and sucked hard as it slipped into her. Grapefruit. Jesus, this wasn’t enough. She also wanted a dick in her cunt and asshole. One in each armpit, one between her breasts, one in each knee-hollow, one in her ass-screw, one between her thighs, one between her calves, a dozen more slide over her body. Comes constantly and is replaced, soaks her with seed, strangles her with it, fills not only her mouth and belly and ass and intestines, but also her nostrils and ears. Every inch of her.

She pushed herself back, pussy burning and leaking between her thighs, feeling with her buttocks for a well positioned dick. Not that one, not that one, yes, this one. Can she fit in? Can she get it in? Her mind, all her pumping mouth and pumping hands, coolly pointed her ass as she over the smooth, glowing head of the cock with her ass-gorges and adapted to present the velvet mouth of her asshole. She wanted it up her ass. A dick in her mouth and a dick in both hands and a dick in her ass. It wasn’t enough, but it was the best she could do. The dick in her left hand started spitting and she let go for another. One second after the dick started spitting in her right hand and she let go for another, got to go a little further now.

And behind her, she managed to place the cockhead in her asshole and return. With a little shock of excitement and pleasure, she felt the dick in her ass, slipping into her, shoulder aside her sphincter, hot and thick and firm. Only its presence was sufficient: Another idol shrouded, another porphyrocephalic fallocrator standing in a velvet wall temple, another Cock-Lord dick-security of blind obedience. She started jerking her buttocks rhythmically, squeezing hard on the dick with the walls of her ass-room, milking it to orgasm, whenever it would also start shooting in her. The cock in her mouth strengthened even further, trembling, and spitting grapefruit-aromaticized seed. Her hands, which switched to new dicks every 30 seconds, dripping sperm, so wet now that she had to hold on to the dicks she pulled, otherwise her hands would have slipped off. The last bolt of semen pulsated into her mouth and slipped into her throat like molten pearl, and she dragged her mouth off the soothing dick and bowed her neck to swallow another.

But even when she started working on it, something wet hit her face and her right eye stabbed furiously, splashed with a drop of seed. A dick she hadn’t touched was orgasming, and when she took her mouth off the third dick and blinked around her, trying to wipe her eye with a dry knuckle on her seed-soaked right hand, she saw a lot more dick start coming and her back was spit by dicks behind her. The dick she was still working on started to express itself and shot sperm into her intestines, filled her with warmth, and she sank back on, allowing it to slide further down her ass, a piston that pushed her own discharge deeper into her.

More and more cocks, untouched by one of them, were now orgasming, seed showering of both walls of the hall as far in both directions as she could see in her watering eyes (the left had begun to cry in apparent sympathy with the cum-splatted right). Beth and Anna took their mouths and hands off the cocks they were working on and looked around them at the discharges, the cum struck out of dozens of cocks throbbing against the opposite wall and flowing down to the pool on the floor of the hallway. Cocks who ejaculated began to soften and hang, resume the curve that had surprised them as they looked down the hallway before they heard the truth. She leaned forward, shook her asshole off the dick that was spit in, feeling it slipped out of her ass, damp and soft.

“That’s it, girls,” she said. When she spoke she felt the air sharply the taste of sperm in her mouth. She collected saliva and twisted it and swallowed it. Beth wiped seed from her eyebrows and from her scalp, shaking her hand.

“Yes,” she said.

They began to squeeze their way down the hallway along the soothing cocks, feet splashing into the sperm that had flowed from the walls and collected on the floor. A few cocks were still orgasming, such as late bells in the workshop of a horologist who left the hour one minute late in the fragile silence left by the massage a minute earlier chiming. Gwen looked down and saw it flowing. The floor was inclined, carried the sperm with them as they walked.

“How far to the end, Anna?” She asked.

Almost done.

She looked down. Anna’s wet back, following the drops of seed to her sturdy little ass, wanting to duck and lung forward, sinking her teeth into it, licking the seed, exploring the moist mint of Anna’s anus with her tongue and nose. Anna’s feet stood up and fell from the seed that flowed over the floor, and then lifted itself out, and fell not: Anna stepped out of the hallway and down on the floor of the next room. When Gwen stepped forward she saw that the floor was a foot or two lower than the floor of the hallway.

She jumped and turned around to see Beth jump. Beth jumped, but Gwen stopped watching her. The seed flowed from the floor of the corridor and from the wall of the new room into three grooves that ended in three high glasses held against the wall with loops of copper. The glasses were three quarters full and rising.