The bright light that shines from behind it turned off and turned off like the door of the closed piping room, and for a moment they stood where they were, seeing what was before them more clearly now. They were in a small room, with a long narrow corridor in front of them. There was a dark but definitive light that shines, but the smooth lines of the walls were strangely interrupted by suspended forms, as if horizontal candles had been placed there that had softened as burnt and rusty, stretching their wicks and now hardened in permanent curves downwards.
Like candles or… Too much. The whole corridor was lined with them as far as they could see. But Gwen found herself licking her lips before talking.
“Well, it’s still avanti, isn’t it?”
“What are they?” Beth said.
They walked forward, seeing how narrow the narrow corridor was. They would have to tighten along almost, brush against hanging curves. Strangely organic suspension curves.
“Well, look, says Gwen. They were pretty close to touching one now, so Beth came forward, taking one, starting at -
“Argh!”
She whisked her hand with a shudder.
“It’s flexing,” she says. “As if it’s a piece of meat.”
“Bollocks,” Gwen said.
She went out and took the same, but only a moment. She whisked her hand too and took a step back, boning her on her stomach.
“Christ. You’re right. It’s obscene.
“These are dicks,” says a little voice from behind.
“What?”
They spoke almost in the same moment, heads turning to look in the black where Anna was standing.
“Cocks, look.”
Anna pushed them, her sticky skin with their pee, and took another of the hanging curves. They saw her shoulders suffocate, but she didn’t let go, and now her right shoulder began to grow. She worked her hand on the thing, slippery and down. Now she dropped and came back.
“Look.”
They looked. The thing Anna manipulated had lost most of her curve: she went up horizontally. Swelling.
“It’s a dick,” Anna said. “Feel it. Feel them. They’re dicks.”
“It’s not possible,” said Beth. Look how many.
“These are dicks. "
She’s right, Beth. If she looks like a dick and feels like a dick and whistles like a dick…”
“What are we gonna do? All this fucking corridor is lined with them.”
“We strive to pass and hope there are no accidents. Anna, go.
She threw herself away, her toes sink into Anna’s soft back, sending her with a squeak. She began to move along the corridor, the body turned to one side, moving to pass between the dicks that dug the walls, and Gwen and Beth followed her, the flask cocks flanking on their bodies as small fresh snakes, which seem to align the walls more and more. No, really the walls are thicker. And in front of them Anna had arrested.
“Move, Ansie,” Gwen said.
“I can’t. They started to stiffen in front of me.”
“Don’t mention it. Just press them.”
“I can’t. Look.
Gwen tied to her and looked on her shoulder. In the green fire that descended the hallway, she could see the hundreds of dicks that lined the walls before them were standing, the closest stood up just towards the horizontal, the furthest almost entirely turgis, projecting through the corridor to the left and to the right as a sort of grid.
“Christ,” she says. “They are great.”
The closest were halfway for the erection now, and she realized that the erection passed through the walls of the corridors in a slow wave that reached them in seconds. They trampled them where they were. She turned.
“Beth, quick, back.”
“I can’t.”
“Why not?”
But she already knew the answer.
“They’re stiff on the other end. The ones we’ve already spent.”
Gwen felt his heart torn uncomfortably in his throat and stomach rolled. In a trap. A rooster. The dicks on each side of it were on the rise, thick blue fingers rose up to point accustomed to it, and now lights hidden in the ceiling of the hallway went to life, the light that spread from them cut and shady by the wall paons. She twisted herself to avoid the dicks when they rose to her, positioning her members and her body between them and around them, and snored as she saw Anna and Beth do the same.
“We’re stuck, girls,” she says. “The cock without paddle.”
“What are we gonna do?” Beth asked.
“Wait till they come down, I guess.”
“No, I have a better idea. We can’t come back and we can’t continue.”
“Yep.”
“But Anna can. She can aspire to freedom. Make them smoke and soften them.”
Gwen laughed.
“He has the simplicity of all great plans. Did you hear that, Ansie? Fuck you.
“No.”
Do it.
“You do it.”
“Okay, I will.”
Gwen stopped, wondering if she just said that. Really? Yes. But why? Because she wanted it. And her pussy had known her before she had it: open tight and begin to sludge while she rushed along the hallway, pulsating greedily now that she was trapped by hundreds of big, stiff cocks.
She leaned to the most practical of them, peeled her foreskin like a banana, put her mouth on the paradoxical plum of the gland, and began to lick and suck. After a while, she blew up, shaking with surprise. He tasted strawberry. She dropped her mouth to the dick just below, peeling her foreskin, squeezing the plum in her mouth, licking and sucking. She tore it from her mouth. Grapefruit.
“For the love of God,” she murmured. “Beth…”
But what she was about to say died in her mouth. Beth had her mouth on a dick too, sweating impatiently on her while her right hand worked on her slippery cunt. Gwen swallowed.
“Beth!” she said.
Beth’s mouth came out of the dick with a wet pop, leaving the glans shiny purple, like a helmet worn by a fascist pontifical guard. His eyes met Gwen’s, asleep with pleasure.
“What?”
“Why do we do that?”
Her mouth was already boring to come back to one of the dicks she had sucked. Insane by the desire to fall, so that she almost turned out as she spoke.
Beth ran away. His right hand was still working at his cunte; Now she lifted it and licked the yelm of the fingers.
“Because it sounds nice. Because I want it. Not you?”
Gwen turned his head and looked at Anna. She leaned towards the wall, a huge dick buried between her lips, her eyes closed, sucking luxuriant, the thin fingers of her little hands tweaking and twisting her nipples. She turned around and Beth came back to her dick, the hand working with her pussy again. Gwen snored.
“Christ. But if you can’t beat them…
She put her mouth forward and the first dick she had sampled. Strawberry. A cock that tasted strawberry. A cock-plum that began to flow the pre-cum strawberry while she turned her mouth slowly back and forward, licking, sucking, starting to pump her mouth on it, all her head moving and moving faster, providing an oral eye clind for the immobile tail to fuck. A big dick. And how many balls were hidden behind the wall? Did they start to get up in their wrinkled bag, tighten up in the preparation of orgasm? Hardening as they read to throw sperm in her mouth?
She almost forgot to tease her own nipples, almost forget to breathe, almost couldn’t breathe, because she accepted the dick so far in her mouth, and she suddenly realized that she wasn’t just sucking, she loves. Paying the lip service to a dick. Language and throat. A Cock Cultrix. Priestess of the Penis. Dong Devotee. Pleasure to surrender to service.
The tail stiffened even further, trembled, and began to fly, pulling sperm into it. She took it with impatience and wanted gallons. Strawberry cum. She wanted to be suffocated with her, drowning in, and her hands came out of her own breasts and moved to the left and right to take other cocks and start masturbating them. The dick in her mouth stopped shooting and she dragged her mouth away, the desire to continue loving her only just overcome by the desire to take another in her mouth and love it too. Her mouth was a temple and she wanted to make an eternal idol there. A Phallocrate, a Cock-Lord that would rise forever, fall and resurrect.
The dick in her right hand started pushing and she grabbed the sperm and rubbed it clumsily in her tits before reaching for another. Her mouth closed greedy on a second dick and longs hard as she slipped into her. Grapefruit. It wasn’t enough. She wanted a dick in her pussy and ass. One in each armpit, one between her breasts, one in each knee hollow, one in her extremity, one between her thighs, one between her calves, a dozen more slippery on her body. Coming continuously and being replaced, diping with cum, suffocating it with it, not only filling its mouth, belly and intestines but its nostrils and ears as well. She dips every inch.
She propels back, burns and leaks between her thighs, feeling with her butt for a well positioned dick. Not this one, or this one, yes, this one. Could she be okay? Can she have it? Her mind, already leading her pumping mouth and pumping hands, cooled her ass while riding the smooth and shiny head of the tail with her hollow ass and adjusted to present her velvet mouth. She wanted him in her ass. A dick in his mouth and a dick in his hand and a dick in his ass. It wasn’t enough, but it was the best she could do. The dick in her left hand began to collapse and she let him go for another. A second after the dick in her right hand began to shake and she dropped for another, having to reach a little further now.
And behind her, she managed to house the dick head in her asshole and inherited back. With a bit of excitement and pleasure shock, she felt the dick enter her ass, slip into her, shoulder her sphincter, hot and thick and solid. Just his presence was sufficient: another inducted idol, another porphyrocephalic phallocrate standing in a temple with velvet walls, another Cock-Lord-Dick of blind obedience. She began to blur her butts, hard squeezing on the dick with the walls of her arse-bedroom, leaving to orgasm, when she would also start shooting at her. The dick in his mouth stiffened even further, trembled, and flavored the sperm. Her hands, based on new dicks every thirty seconds, were diping with cum, so wet with her now that she had to cling hard to the dicks she was shaking, or her hands would have dug. The last cum bolt pushed into her mouth and slipped into her throat like a cast iron bead, and she dragged her mouth out of the soothing dick and folded her neck to swallow another.
But even when she started working on something wet hit her face and her right eye swept furiously, splatted with a drop of sperm. A dick that she had not touched was orgasmic, and as she removed her mouth from her third dick and clicked around her, trying to wipe her eye with a dry loop on her right hand, she saw that much more dicks were starting to cum and her back was splashed by dicks that were loading behind her. The cock she continued to work with her ass began to cum, pulling sperm into her bowels, filling her with heat, and she turned, allowing her to slide further into her, a piston driving her own discharge deeper into her.
More and more dicks, intact by one of them, now orgasmed, cum walking in the two walls of the hallway until she could see from her watering eyes (the left had begun to cry as sympathy with the cum-plated to the right). Beth and Anna took their mouths and the hands of the dicks they worked and looked around them at the discharges, the cum threw dozens of rogue cocks, flattening against the opposite wall and sinking down for pool on the floor of the corridor. The socks that had ejaculated began to soften and shake, taking back the curve that had perplexed them as they looked in the hallway before learning the truth. She leaned forward, slipping her arsehole out of the tail that had sinked there, feeling that it was clearer of the ass, wet and softened.
“That’s all, girls,” she said. When she spoke, she felt the air sharpening the flavor of sperm in her mouth. She collected the saliva and dug it, then swallowed it. Beth erased the sperm from his eyebrows and his scalp, shaking his hand.
“Yes,” she says.
They started to tighten their way along the corridor beyond soft dicks, the feet splash in the sperm that had sunk the walls and gathered on the ground. Some dicks were still orgasms, like late clocks in an horologist’s workshop that shuddered the hour a minute later in the noisy silence left by the massive peak a minute before. The sperm under the feet seemed to be deeper and Gwen looked down that she saw it floating. The floor was tilted, carrying the sperm with them while they walked.
" Until the end, Anna?” she asked.
“Nearly there.”
She looked down the wet rear of Anna, following the cum swirlings to her firm little ass, wanting to lower and pulmonate towards the front, by plunging the teeth, licking the sperm, exploring the wet part of Anna’s anus with her tongue and nose. Anna’s feet rose up, and fell from the sperm that flowed along the ground, and lifted up from him, and fell not: Anna got away from the hallway and went down to the floor of the next room. While Gwen moved forward, she saw that the floor was a foot or two lower than the floor of the corridor.
She jumped and turned to watch Beth jump too. Beth jumped, but Gwen wasn’t looking at her anymore. The sperm took off from the floor of the corridor and descended the wall of the new room into three grooves which ended in three large glasses held against the wall with brass loops. The glasses were full of three quarters and up.