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Subject: {ASSM} Nothing Sucks Seed Like Excess (Oral FFFM+)
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"Nothing Sucks Seed Like Excess"

The bright light shining from behind them swung and was extinguished as
the door to the pipe-room closed, and for a moment they stood where
they were, seeing what was ahead of them more clearly now. They were in
a small room, with a long narrow corridor directly ahead of them. There
was a dim but definite light shining down it, but the smooth lines of
the walls were interrupted oddly by hanging shapes, as though
horizontal candles had been set there that had softened as they burnt
and drooped, extinguishing their own wicks and now hardened in
permanent downward curves.

Like drooping candles or... No, there were far too many of them for
that. Far, far too many. The whole corridor was lined with them as far
ahead as they could see. But Gwen found herself licking her lips before
she spoke.

'Well, it's _avanti_ again, isn't it?"

"But what are they?" Beth said.

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

"Well, have a look," Gwen said. They were close enough to touch one
now, so Beth reached forward, taking hold of one, beginning to -

"Argh!"

She whipped her hand back with a shudder.

"It flexes," she said. "As though it's a piece of meat."

"Bollocks," Gwen said.

She reached out and took hold of the same one, but only for an instant.
She whipped her hand back too and took a step backwards, wiping it on
her stomach.

"Christ. You're right. It feels fucking obscene.

"They're cocks," said a small voice from behind them.

"What?"

They spoken almost in the same instant, heads turning to look back into
the dark where Anna was standing.

"Cocks. Watch."

Anna pushed past them, her skin sticky with their piss, and took hold
of another of the hanging curves. They saw her shoulders twitch, but
she didn't let go, and now her right shoulder began to flex up and
down. She was working her hand over the thing, sliding up and down. Now
she let go and stepped back.

"Look."

They looked. The thing Anna had been manipulating had lost most of its
curve: it was rising to the horizontal again. Swelling.

"It's a cock," Anna said. "Feel it. Feel any of them. They're all
cocks."

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

"They're cocks."

"She's right, Beth. If it looks like a cock and feels like a cock and
stiffens like a cock..."

"But what the fuck are we going to do? The whole fucking corridor's
lined with them."

"We squeeze our way past and hope there are no accidents. Anna, away
you go. Come on, _avanti_."

She kicked out, her toes sinking satisfyingly into Anna's soft
backside, sending her forward with a squeak. She began to move along
the corridor, body turned to one side, swaying to pass between the
cocks lining the walls, and Gwen and Beth followed her, the flaccid
cocks slithering over their bodies like small cool serpents, seeming to
line the walls more and more thickly. No, definitely lining the walls
more thickly. And ahead of them Anna had stopped.

"Move, Ansie," Gwen said.

"I can't. They've started to stiffen ahead of me."

"Don't talk rubbish. Just squeeze past them."

"I can't. Look."

Gwen squeezed up to her and looked over her shoulder. In the dim light
coming down the corridor she could see the hundreds of cocks lining the
walls ahead of them were erecting, those nearest to them just lifting
towards the horizontal, those furthest away almost fully turgid,
projecting across the corridor left and right like a kind of grille.

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

The nearest ones were half-way to erection now, and she realized
erection was proceeding down the walls of the corridors in a slow wave
that would reach them in a few seconds. Trapping them where they were.
She turned.

"Beth, quick, go back."

"I can't."

"Why not?"

But she already knew the answer.

"They've got stiff from the other end. The ones we've already squeezed
past."

Gwen felt her heart throb uncomfortably in her throat and her stomach
rolled. Caught in a trap. A cock-trap. The cocks to either side of her
were on the rise, blunt thick fingers lifting to point accusingly at
her, and now hidden lights in the ceiling of the corridor were glowing
to life, the light that poured from them cut and shadowed by the
wall-cocks. She twisted to avoid the cocks as they rose at her,
positioning her limbs and body between and around them, and snorted as
she saw Anna and Beth doing the same.

"We're stuck, girls," she said. "Up cock-creek without a paddle."

"What are we going to do?" Beth asked.

"Wait for them to go down, I suppose."

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

"Yep."

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

Gwen laughed.

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

"No."

"Do it."

"You do it."

"Okay, I will."

Gwen stopped, wondering if she had just said that. Had she? Yes. But
for fuck's sake, why? Because she wanted to. And her cunt had known it
before she had: opening stickily and beginning to ooze as she squeezed
her way along the corridor, pulsing greedily now as she stood trapped
by hundreds of big, stiff cocks.

She leaned forward to the most convenient of them, peeled its foreskin
like a banana, put her mouth over the paradoxical plum of the glans,
and began to lick and suck. After a moment she jerked back, spluttering
with surprise. It tasted of strawberry. She dropped her mouth to the
cock just below it, peeling its foreskin, popping the plum into her
mouth, licking and sucking. She uncorked it from her mouth. Grapefruit.

"For fuck's sake," she murmured. "Beth..."

But what she had been about to say died in her mouth. Beth had her
mouth over a cock too, sucking eagerly at it while her right hand
worked at her glistening cunt. Gwen swallowed.

"Beth!" she said.

Beth's mouth came off the cock with a moist pop, leaving the glans
shining purple, like a helmet worn by a fascistic Papal guard. Her eyes
met Gwen's, sleepy with pleasure.

"What?"

"Why are we doing this?"

Her mouth was already aching to return to one of the cocks it had been
sucking. Unsteady with the desire to fellate, so that she almost
stuttered as she spoke.

Beth shrugged. Her right hand was still working at her cunt; now she
raised it and licked yelm off the fingers.

"Because it tastes nice. Because I want to. Don't you?"

Gwen turned her head and looked at Anna. She was leaning forward to the
wall, an enormous cock buried deep between her lips, eyes closed,
sucking lustily, the slim fingers of her small hands tweaking and
twisting her nipples. She turned back and Beth had returned to her
cock, hand working at her cunt again. Gwen snorted.

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

She put her mouth forward and over the first cock she had sampled.
Strawberry. A cock-plum that tasted of strawberry. A cock-plum that
started to leak strawberry pre-come as she shuttled her mouth slowly
back and forth over it, licking, sucking, beginning to pump her mouth
on it, her whole head moving back and forward faster and faster,
providing an oral cunt for the motionless cock to fuck. Big cock. And
how big were the balls concealed behind the wall? Were they beginning
to rise in their wrinkled sack, tightening in preparation for orgasm?
Hardening as they readied themselves to hurl come into her working
mouth?

She was almost forgetting to tease her own nipples, was almost
forgetting to breathe, was almost unable to breathe, because she was
accepting the cock so far into her mouth, and she realized suddenly she
wasn't simply sucking, she was worshipping. Paying lip-service to a
cock. Tongue- and throat-service too. A Cultrix of the Cock. Priestess
of the Penis. Devotee of the Dong. Pleasuring herself by submitting
herself totally to service.

The cock stiffened still further, trembled, and started to throb,
firing come into her. She gulped it down eagerly, wanting gallons of
it. Strawberry-flavoured come. She wanted to be choked with it, to be
drowned in it, and her hands came away from her own tits and moved left
and right to take other cocks and begin to masturbate them. The cock in
her mouth stopped firing and she dragged her mouth off it, the desire
to continue worshipping it only just overcome by the desire to take
another into 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 again.

The cock in her right hand began to spurt and she caught up the come
and rubbed it clumsily into her tits before reaching out for another
one. Her mouth closed greedily over a second cock and sucked hard as it
slid into her. Grapefruit. Christ, this wasn't enough. She wanted a
cock in her cunt and arsehole too. One in each armpit, one between her
breasts, one in each knee-hollow, one in her arse-cleft, one between
her thighs, one between her calves, a dozen more sliding over her body.
Coming continuously and being replaced, drenching her with come,
choking her with it, filling not just her mouth and belly and arsehole
and bowels but her nostrils and ears too. Soaking every inch of her.

She thrust herself backward, cunt burning and leaking between her
thighs, feeling with her buttocks for a suitably positioned cock. Not
that one, nor that one, yes, this one. Could she fit it? Could she get
it in? Her mind, already directing her pumping mouth and pumping hands,
coolly directed her arse as she straddled the smooth, glowing head of
the cock with her arse-cleft and adjusted herself to present the velvet
mouth of her arsehole to it. She wanted it up her arse. A cock in her
mouth and a cock in either hand and a cock up her arse. It wasn't
enough but it was the best she could do. The cock in her left hand
began to spurt and she let go of it for another. A second after the
cock in her right hand began to spurt and she let go of it for another,
having to reach a little further now.

And behind her, she managed to lodge the cockhead in her arsehole and
heaved backward. With a little shock of excitement and pleasure she
felt the cock enter her arse, sliding up into her, shouldering aside
her sphincter, hot and thick and solid. Just its presence was
sufficient: another idol enthroned, another porphyrocephalic
Phallocrator standing in a velvet-walled temple, another Cock-Lord
cock-sure of blind obedience. She began to jerk her buttocks
rhythmically, squeezing hard on the cock with the walls of her
arse-chamber, milking it towards orgasm, when it too would begin to
fire into her. The cock in her mouth stiffened still further, trembled,
and spurted grapefruit-flavoured come. Her hands, switching to new
cocks every thirty seconds or so, were dripping with come, so wet with
it now that she had to grip hard at the cocks she was wanking, or her
hands would have slid off. The last bolt of come pulsed into her mouth
and slid down her throat like molten pearl, and she dragged her mouth
off the softening cock and bent her neck to swallow another.

But even as she started to work on it something wet hit her face and
her right eye was stinging furiously, splattered with a drop of come. A
cock she hadn't touched was orgasming, and as she took her mouth off
its third cock and blinked around her, trying to wipe her eye with a
dry knuckle on her come-soaked right hand, she saw that many more cocks
were starting to come and her back was being splashed by cocks
discharging behind her. The cock she was still working on with her arse
started to come, firing come into her bowels, filling her with warmth,
and she sank back on it, allowing it to slide further up into her, a
piston driving its own discharge deeper into her.

More and more cocks, untouched by any of them, were orgasming now, come
showering down from both walls of the corridor as far in either
direction as she could see from her watering eyes (the left had begun
to weep in seeming sympathy with the come-splattered right). Beth and
Anna were taking their mouths and hands off the cocks they were working
on and looking around them at the discharges, the come hurled from
dozens of throbbing cocks, splattering against the opposite wall and
flowing downwards to pool on the floor of the corridor. Cocks that had
ejaculated were beginning to soften and droop, resuming the curve that
had puzzled them as they looked down the corridor before learning the
truth. She leaned forward, sliding her arsehole off the cock that had
spurted into it, feeling it slither from her arse, moist and softened.

"That's it, girls," she said. When she spoke she felt the air sharpen
the flavour of come inside her mouth. She gathered saliva and swirled
it, then swallowed. Beth wiped come out of her eyebrows and off her
scalp, shaking her hand.

"Yes," she said.

They began to squeeze their way along the corridor past the softening
cocks, feet splashing in the come that had flowed down the walls and
gathered on the floor. A few cocks were still orgasming, like belated
clocks in a horologist's workshop chiming the hour a minute late into
the brittle silence left by the massed chiming a minute before. The
come underfoot seemed to be getting deeper and Gwen looked down she saw
that it was flowing. The floor was inclined, carrying the come with
them as they walked.

"How far to the end, Anna?" she asked.

"Nearly there."

She looked down Anna's wet back, following the trickles of come to her
firm little arse, wanting to stoop and lunge forward, sinking her teeth
into it, licking off the come, exploring the moist coin of Anna's anus
with her tongue and nose. Anna's feet rose and fell from the come
flowing along the floor, then lifted from it and didn't fall: Anna had
stepped forward out of the corridor and down onto the floor of the next
room. As Gwen stepped forward herself 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 was
no longer watching her. The come was flowing off the floor of the
corridor and down the wall of the new room in three grooves that ended
in three tall glasses held against the wall with loops of copper. The
glasses were three-quarters full and rising.

(c) 2006 Wendy Swanscombe

http://www.wendyswanscombe.com/

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