Nothing sucks seeds, like excess

The bright light that shone from behind them collapsed and extinguished as the door to the pipe room closed, and for a moment stood where they were, seeing what was ahead of them more clearly now. They were in a small room, with a long narrow corridor right in front of them. There was a faint but defined light that illuminated it, but the soft lines of the walls were strangely interrupted by hanging shapes, as if horizontal candles had been fixed there that had been softened while burning and drooling, quenching their own cheeks and now hardened in permanent bends down.

Like candles or... no, there were too many for that. Too many. The whole hallway was aligned with them as far as they could see. But Gwen found himself licking his lips before he spoke.

"Well, it's avanti again, right?"

"But what are they?" Beth said.

They walked forward, seeing how narrow the corridor was. They would have to squeeze it almost, brushing against the hanging curves. The oddly organic hanging curves.

"Well, look," Gwen said. They were close enough to play one now, so Beth came forward, taking one, starting to--

"Argh!"

He slapped his hand with a shudder.

"Pray," he said. "As if it were a piece of meat."

"Bollocks," Gwen said.

He took over it, but only for a moment. She whipped her hand too and took a step back, putting it in the stomach.

"Christ. You're right. He feels obscene.

"They're dicks," said a little voice behind them.

"What?"

They spoke almost at the same moment, the heads turned to the darkness where Anna stood.

"Cocks. Look."

Anna pushed them, her sticky skin with her urine, and took possession of another of the hanging curves. They saw her shoulders turning, but she didn't let go, and now her right shoulder started to bend up and down. He was working his hand on the thing, sliding up and down. Now he's gone and back.

"Look."

They looked. The thing Anna had been manipulating had lost most of her curve: she was climbing the horizontal again. Die.

"It's a dick," Anna said. Calm down. Feel any of them. They're all cocks."

"It's not possible," Beth said. "Look how many there are."

"They're dicks."

He's right, Beth. If he looks like a dick and feels like a dick and hardens like a dick..."

"But what the hell are we gonna do? The entire corridor is aligned with them. "

"We clear our way and hope there will be no accidents. Anna, go. Come on, "avanti."

She cast out, her toes sinking satisfactorily on Anna's soft back, forwarding her with a squeak. He began to move through the hallway, the body turned side by side, walking between the cocks that surrounded the walls, and Gwen and Beth followed her, the skinny dicks that slipped over their bodies like little fresh snakes, looking to align the thicker walls. No, definitely covering the thickest walls. And before them Anna had stopped.

"Move, Ansie," Gwen said.

"I can't. They started to harden before me."

"Don't talk rubbish.

"I can't.

Gwen pushed her and looked over her shoulder. In the dim light going down the hallway I could see the hundreds of cocks surrounding the walls in front of them were erecting, the closest ones to them simply lifting towards the horizontal, the most far away almost completely, projecting through the left and right corridor as a kind of grill.

"Christ," he said. "They're big."

The closest were halfway to the erection now, and he realized that the erection was proceeding through the walls of the aisles in a slow wave that would reach them in a few seconds. Catch them where they were. He turned.

"Beth, quickly, come back."

"I can't."

"Why not?"

But I already knew the answer.

"They've been stiff from the other end, those we've already passed. "

Gwen felt his heart palpitating uncomfortablely in his throat and his stomach rolled. Trapped. A cockroach. The cocks on each side of it were on the rise, the thick, rocky fingers raising to accustomed point towards it, and now the lights hidden on the roof of the hall shined to life, the light that shed from them cut and shaded by the coverings of the wall. He twisted to avoid the cocks while standing up to her, placing her limbs and her body between them and around, and snored as she saw Anna and Beth doing the same.

"We're trapped, girls," he said. "Put your dick up without a paddle."

"What are we gonna do?" Beth asked.

"Wait for them to fall, I guess."

"No, I have a better idea. We can't go back and we can't go on."

"Yes."

"But Anna can. She can suck our way to freedom. Make them fulfill and soften."

Gwen laughed.

"It has the simplicity of all the great plans. Did you hear that, Ansie? "

"No."

"Do it."

"You do it."

"Well, I will."

Gwen stopped, wondering if he just said that. Did he? Yeah. But for God's sake, why? Because she wanted to. And her pussy had known before she had: opening up sticky and starting to ooze while she squeezed her way down the hallway, pressing ambitiously now while she was trapped by hundreds of big, stiff dicks.

He bowed forward to the most convenient of them, peeled his foreskin as a banana, put his mouth on the paradoxical plum of the glans, and began licking and sucking. After a moment he turned back, spraying with surprise. It tastes like strawberry. His mouth fell to the dick right under her, peeling her foreskin, hitting the plum in her mouth, licking and sucking. He cut him out of his mouth. Grapefruit.

"For God's sake," he murmured. "Beth..."

But what he had been about to say died in his mouth. Beth also had his mouth on a dick, sucking enthusiastically while his right hand worked on his brilliant pussy. Gwen swallowed.

"Beth!" he said.

Beth's mouth came out of the dick with a damp pop, leaving the glans shining purple, like a helmet worn by a fascist papal guard. His eyes met Gwen, sleeping with pleasure.

"What?"

"Why do we do this?"

Her mouth had already wanted to go back to one of the cocks that had been sucked. Unstoppable with the desire to fall, so that he almost pied while he spoke.

Beth got angry. Her right hand was still working on her pussy; now she got up and licked yelm from her fingers.

"Because he knows well. Because I want to. Isn't that right?"

Gwen turned his head and looked at Anna. She leaned to the wall, a huge cock buried deep between her lips, closed eyes, sucking with lust, the thin fingers of her little hands touching and twisting her nipples. He returned and Beth returned to his dick, working again on his pussy. Gwen ronco.

"Christ. But if you can't beat them...

He put his mouth forward and on the first dick he had tried. Strawberry. A dick-plum that tried strawberry. A cock-plum that started filtering the pre-cum strawberries while she was throwing her mouth slowly back and forward on it, licking, sucking, starting to pump her mouth on it, her whole head moving back and forward faster and faster, providing an oral pussy for the still dick to fuck. Big dick. And how big were the hidden balls behind the wall? Were they starting to get up in their crumpled sack, squeezing in preparation for orgasm? He hardened while they were reading to embrace his sperm in his mouth?

She almost forgot to tease her own nipples, almost forgot to breathe, was almost incapable of breathing, because she was accepting the dick so far in her mouth, and suddenly realized that she was not sucking, she was adoring. Paying lip-service to a dick. Tongue- and the throat service too. A Cock Cultrix. Penis Priest. Devoto del Dong. Pleasant to be fully serviced.

The cock hardened even more, shook, and began to stumble, shooting cum on it. He fed him anxiously, wanting gallons. Strawberry flavor cum. She wanted to be drowned with her, drowning in her, and her hands moved away from her own tits and moved left and right to take other dicks and start masturbating. The cock in her mouth stopped shooting and she dragged her mouth out of her, the desire to keep worshiping just overtaken by the desire to take another in her mouth and worship that too. Her mouth was a temple and she wanted to erect an eternal idol there. A Phallocrator, a Cock-Lord who would eternally rise, fall, and rise.

The cock in her right hand began to sprinkle and she took the sperm and smothered him clumsily in her tits before reaching another. His mouth shut greedy on a second dick and he sucked it hard while slipping on it. Grapefruit. God, this wasn't enough. She wanted a dick in her pussy and ass. One in each armpit, one between his breasts, one on each knee-hollow, one on his ass-cleft, one among his thighs, one among his calves, one more dozen slipping on his body. Coming continually and being replaced, draining it with semen, drowning it with it, filling not only her mouth and her intestines, but also her nose and ears. Removing every inch of it.

He crawled backwards, burned and spun between his thighs, feeling his buttocks for a well positioned dick. Not that, not that, yes, this one. Could it fit in? Could you come in? His mind, already directing his pumping mouth and pumping hands, coldly cools his ass as he attracted the soft and shiny head of the dick with his ass-cleft and fits to present the velvet mouth of his ass to her. I wanted him in the ass. A dick in his mouth and a dick in either of his hands and a dick in his ass. It wasn't enough, but it was the best I could do. The cock in her left hand began to spur and she let go of it for another. A second after the cock in her right hand started spitting and she let go of it for another, having to get a little further now.

And behind her, she managed to accommodate the head of the dick in her ass and shaken back. With a bit of emotion and pleasure he felt that the dick entered his ass, slipped towards it, aside his sphincter, hot and thick and solid. Only his presence was sufficient: another enthroned idol, another porphylocrator standing in a velvet temple, another Cock-Lord rooster of blind obedience. He began to masturbate his buttocks rhythmically, squeezing hard on the dick with the walls of his arstite, milking towards orgasm, when he would also start shooting on it. The cock in her mouth hardened even more, shook and sprinkled the grapefruit cum. Her hands, changing new dicks every thirty seconds or so, were dripping with cum, so wet with her now that she had to grab hard with the dicks she was waking up, or her hands would have slipped. The last semen screw stuck him in the mouth and slipped through the throat like the melted pearl, and dragged his mouth from the soft dick and bowed his neck to swallow another.

But even when he started working on it something wet hit his face and his right eye stinged with fury, splashed with a drop of sperm. A dick that had not touched was orgasm, and while she removed her mouth from her third dick and blinked around her, trying to clean her eye with a dry knuckle on her right hand soaked of cum, she saw that many more dicks were beginning to cum and her back was being splashed by dicks that were unloaded behind her. The dick he was still working on with his ass began to semen, shooting sperm in his intestines, filling his warmth, and she sank into it, allowing him to slip higher on it, a piston that leads his own deepest discharge into it.

Increasingly more cocks, touched by any of them, were praying now, cumshot from both walls of the hall as far in any direction as she could see from her irrigation eyes (the left had begun to cry apparently sympathy with the right full of sperm). Beth and Anna were taking their mouths and hands from the dicks they were working on and looking around at the discharges, the cum threw themselves out of dozens of twisted dicks, splashing against the opposite wall and flowing down for pool on the floor of the hall. Cocks that had ejaculated were beginning to soften and drool, retaking the curve that had shaken them as they looked down the hallway before learning the truth. He leaned forward, slipping his ass from the dick he had stimulated on it, feeling that he slipped from his ass, wet and softened.

"That's it, girls," he said. When he spoke, he felt the air sharpened the sperm taste in his mouth. She picked up saliva and wrapped it, then swallowed. Beth cleaned the sperm from her eyebrows and her scalp, shaking her hand.

"Yes," he said.

They began to squeeze their way along the hall, passing the soft dicks, their feet sprouting in the cum that had come down the walls and gathered on the floor. A few cocks remained dark, like clocks kneeling in the workshop of an ant at the time a minute delay in the fragile silence left by the mass chiming a minute before. The standing semen seemed to be deeper and Gwen looked down saw it flowing. The floor was tilted, carrying the semen with them as they walked.

"Until the end, Anna?" he asked.

Close by.

She looked down at Anna's wet back, following the sperm tricks to her firm ass, wanting to hustle and push forward, sinking her teeth into it, licking the cum, exploring Anna's wet coin with her tongue and nose. Anna's feet rose and fell from the semen flowing down the ground, and then they rose from it and did not fall: Anna had come out of the hallway and went down to the floor of the next room. While Gwen stepped forward he saw that the floor was a foot or two lower than the floor of the hall.

She jumped and turned to see Beth jump too. Beth jumped, but Gwen wasn't looking at her anymore. The semen flowed down the floor of the hall and through the wall of the new room in three grooves that ended up in three tall vessels held against the wall with copper ties. The glasses were full and up.