The light that shines from behind them turned off and turned off as the door to the closed pipe-room, and for a moment were where they were, seeing what was before them more clearly now. They were in a small room, with a long corridor directly in front of them. There was a dim but defined light that shining it, but the smooth lines of the walls were interrupted strangely by hanging shapes, as if the horizontal candles were fixed there that were softened while burning and drooped, extinguished their wicker and now hardened in permanent curves down.

Like candles or… No, it was too many for that. Too many. The whole corridor was aligned with them as much as they could see. But Gwen found himself licking his lips before talking.

“Well, it’s avanti again, isn’t it?

“What are they?” Beth said.

They went on, seeing how narrow the corridor was. They should have squeezed it almost, brushing against the curves hanging. The curves hung strangely organic.

“Well, look,” Gwen said. They were close enough to touch one now, so Beth reached forward, taking one, starting to…

“Argh!”

She pulled her hand back with a ladder.

“Stop,” he said. “As if it was a piece of meat. "

“Bollocks,” Gwen said.

He reached out and took possession of the same, but only for a moment. She stepped back and swept her on her stomach.

Jesus. You’re right. Sounds like a fucking obscene.

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

“What? "

They spoke almost at the same time, the heads turned to look back in the dark where Anna was standing.

“Cook, look. "

Anna pushed them further, her sticky skin with their piss, and took possession of another of the curves hanging. They saw her twitch shoulders, but she didn’t let go, and now her right shoulder started snooping up and down. He was working his hand on it, slipping up and down. Now she let herself go and she walked away.

“Look. "

They looked. The thing Anna had manipulated had lost most of her curve: she was climbing back to the horizontal. Inflator.

“It’s a dick,” Anna said. “Hello. Listen to them. They’re all dicks. "

“It’s not possible,” Beth said. “Look at how many there are.”

“It’s shit. "

“You’re right, Beth. If it looks like a dick and feels like a dick and stiffens like a dick… "

“What the fuck are we gonna do? The whole fucking hallway is aligned with them. "

“Let’s build our past and hope there’s no accidents. Anna, go away. Come on, come on.

She chased herself, her fingers sink with satisfaction in Anna’s soft back, sending her forward with a pinch. He began to move along the corridor, the body turned to one side, swaying to pass between the dicks that strew the walls, and Gwen and Beth followed her, the flabby cocks crawling on their bodies as small cold snakes, which seem to align the walls more and more often. No, definitely line the walls more often. And before them Anna had stopped.

“Move, Ansie,” Gwen said.

“I can’t. They started to stiffen in front of me.”

“Don’t talk about garbage. No more strings than them. "

“I can’t. "

Gwen shook her hand and watched her shoulder. In the light dim descending the corridor could see the hundreds of cocks lining the walls in front of them were erect, those closer to them just rising towards the horizontal, those more distant almost completely turgid, projecting through the corridor to the left and right as a sort of grill.

“Christ,” he said. “They’re great. "

The nearest ones were halfway through the erection now, and realized that the erection was proceeding down the corridor walls in a slow wave that would reach them in seconds. Trap them where they were. She turned around.

“Well, soon, come back. "

“I can’t. "

“Why not? "

But he already knew the answer.

“They’re rigid on the other side. The ones we have already squeezed the past. "

Gwen felt his heart thawed in an inconvenience in his throat and his stomach rolled. I took a trap. A dick trap. The cocks on both sides of her were on the ascent, the thick roasting fingers that lifted to the point accusing them, and now the lights hidden in the ceiling of the corridor were shining to life, the light that poured them cut and shaded by the wall cups. He twisted to avoid cocks as they stood up, placing his limbs and his body between and around them, and snorted as Anna and Beth did the same.

“We’re stuck, girls,” he said. “Up cock-creek without paddle. "

“What are we gonna do?” Beth asked me.

“Wait down, I suppose. "

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

“Yep.”

“But Anna can. He can suck our way to freedom. Let them cum and soften them. "

Gwen laughed.

“It has the simplicity of all the big plans. Did you hear that, Ansie? You suck, you idiot. "

“No.”

Do it.

“Do as you want. "

“Okay, I will. "

Gwen stopped, wondering if he just said that. Really? Yeah. But for God’s sake, why? Because he wanted to. And her pussy had met her before she had: opening sticky and I start ooze while she shook her way along the corridor, cleaning greedy now as she was trapped by hundreds of big hard cocks.

He clinged to the most convenient of them, sponged his foreskin as a banana, put his mouth on the paradoxal plum of the glans, and began to lick and suck. After a moment she masturbated, spluttering with surprise. He tasted strawberry. He dropped his mouth at the dick just below it, peeling his foreskin, jumping the plum in the mouth, licking and sucking. He freed her from her mouth. Pompelmo.

“For the love of heaven,” he whispered. “Beth…”

But what he was about to say was dead in his mouth. Beth had her mouth on a cock too, sucking with anxiety while the right hand worked on her glittering pussy. Gwen swallowed.

“Beth!” he said.

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

“What? "

“Why do we do that? "

His mouth was already painful to return to one of the dicks he had sucked. Unsteady with the desire to fall, so that she almost stuttered as she spoke.

Beth blurred. The right hand was still working on his pussy; Now she lifted her up and licked her from her fingers.

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

Gwen turned his head and looked at Anna. He was leaning forward to the wall, a huge cock buried deep in the lips, his eyes closed, sucking lust, the thin fingers of his small hands that tweaking and twisting his nipples. She turned around and Beth came back to her dick, working again at her pussy. Gwen sniffed.

Jesus. But if you can’t beat them.. . "

He put his mouth on and on the first dick he had tasted. Strawberry. A shack that tasted strawberry. A cock-plum that began to lose the pre-cum strawberry while carrying the mouth slowly back and forth on it, licking, sucking, beginning to pump the mouth on it, its whole head moving forward and back faster, providing an oral vagina for the real cock to fuck. Big dick. And how big were the balls hidden behind the wall? They started to climb into their wrinkled sack, tightening in preparation for orgasm? Hardening while reading to embrace sperm in your work mouth?

He was almost forgetting to tease his nipples, almost forgetting to breathe, he was almost unable to breathe, because he was accepting his dick until now in his mouth, and he realized that he was suddenly not simply sucking, he was worshipping. Pay lip-service to a dick. Even tongue and throat. A Cock Cultrix. Priestess of the Pene. Dong devotee. I like to introduce myself totally to the service.

The dick stiffened further, trembled, and began to thaw, shooting sperm in her. He smuggled it with anxiety, wanting gallons. Strawberry cube. He wanted to be suffocated with it, to be drowned in it, and his hands came away from his tits and moved left and right to take other dicks and start masturbating them. The cock in his mouth stopped shooting and dragged his mouth out of it, the desire to continue to worship him only just exceeded by the desire to take another in his mouth and worship that too. His mouth was a temple and he wanted to erect an eternal idol there. A Phallocrator, a Cock-Lord who will rise eternally, will fall and rise.

The dick in his right hand began to spurt and she took the cum and rubbed it awkwardly in her boobs before reaching for another. Her mouth greedily closed on a second dick and sucked hard as she slipped into her. Pompelmo. Jesus, it wasn’t enough. He also wanted a dick in his pussy and asshole. One in every axle, one among his breasts, one in every knee-hollow, one in his ass, one in his thighs, one among his calves, a dozen more sliding on his body. Come continually and be replaced, soften it with sperm, choke it with it, filling not only his mouth and belly and gut and bowel, but also his nostrils and ears. Soften every inch of her.

She pushed backwards, pussy burning and trapping between her thighs, feeling with her buttocks for a properly positioned cock. Not that, or that, yes, this. Could you fit it? Could you let him in? His mind, already directing his mouth of pumping and pumping hands, coldly directed his ass while he straddle his head smooth and bright dick with his arsenal and settled to present the velvet mouth of his asshole to it. He wanted it on his ass. A dick in his mouth and a dick in both hands and a dick on his ass. It wasn’t enough, but it was the best he could do. The dick in the left hand began to sprout and let go for another. A second after the cock in the right hand began to sprout and let go of it for another, having to reach a little further now.

And behind her, she managed to frame her dickhead in her butthole and back. With a small shock of excitement and pleasure he felt his dick entering his ass, slipping towards her, shouldering her sphincter, warm and dense and solid. Only his presence was sufficient: another idol enthroned, another porphyrocephalic Phallocrator standing in a velvety temple, another Cock-Lord cocks of blind obedience. He began to masturbate his buttocks rhythmically, pinching hard on the cock with the walls of his arse-chamber, milking towards orgasm, when he too would begin to shoot in her. The dick in his mouth stiffened even further, trembled, and spurted grapefruit-flavoured cum. His hands, passing to new dicks every thirty seconds or so, were dripping of sperm, so wet with it now that he had to grab hard at the cocks he was willing, or his hands would turn off. The last pulsed sperm bolt in his mouth and slips down his throat as a fused pearl, and dragged his mouth out of the softening cock and folded his neck to swallow another.

But even when he started working on it something wet hit his face and his right eye was biting furiously, splattered with a drop of sperm. A dick he hadn’t touched was orgasm, and while he took his mouth off his third dick and blinked around her, trying to clean her eye with a dry walnut on her right hand cum, he saw that many more cocks were beginning to cum and his back was sprayed by cocks that dumped behind her. The dick on which he was still working with his ass began to cum, shooting sperm in her bowels, filling them with heat, and she sunk on it, allowing to slip further into her, a piston that drives her deepest discharge in her.

More and more cocks, untouched by any of them, were orgasm now, cum shower down from both walls of the hallway until in both directions as it could see from its watered eyes (the left had begun to cry in apparent sympathy with the right cumshot). Beth and Anna were taking their mouths and hands from the dicks on which they were working and looking around them at the resignations, the cum rotated from dozens of dicks thawling, splattering against the opposite wall and flows down for pool on the floor of the hallway. The dicks that had ejaculated began to soften and droop, recovering the curve that had puzzled them while looking down the corridor before learning the truth. He clinged forward, scrolling his ass hole from the cock he had shoved into it, feeling him crawling from his ass, damp and softened.

“This is it, girls,” he said. When he spoke, he felt the air to refine the taste of sperm in his mouth. He picked it up and threw it, then swallowed. Beth wiped out the sperm from the eyebrows and the scalp, shaking his hand.

“Yes,” he said.

They began to crush their way along the corridor past the softening cocks, feet squirting in the cum that had flowed down the walls and gathered on the floor. Some cocks were still orgasm, such as dilated watches in a workshop of the orrologist who played the hour a minute late in the fragile silence left by chiming in mass a minute before. The underfoot sperm seemed to be deeper and deeper and Gwen looked down saw it flowing. The floor was tilted, bringing the cum with them as they walked.

“How late, Anna?” she asked.

“Even there. "

She looked down Anna’s wet back, following the cum tricks to her small butt firm, wanting stoop and lunge forward, sinking her teeth into it, licking cum, exploring Anna’s anus’ wet coin with tongue and nose. Anna’s feet rose and fell from the cum flowing along the floor, then rose from it and did not fall: Anna had stepped forward from the hallway and down 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 corridor.

She jumped and turned up to watch Beth jump. Beth jumped, but Gwen never looked at her again. The cum flowed out of the hallway floor and down the wall of the new room in three grooves that ended in three high glasses held against the wall with copper loops. The glasses were three quarters full and increasing.