#2: Esoteric Dick Stroking
She wraps her lips deep underneath another cock and licks all the way down this beast, keeping her eyes barely open even as drool and cum slick her face like even sweeter molasses. She sucks it in. She tastes every separate flavor in the seed mixing over and inside her, and tonight, her mouth is dedicated to tasting all comers.
She fucks with every part of herself that's in reach of the next dick pulsing beside her face. Four or five cocks surround her at any time. She's on her knees, sucking each as their turn comes, cums, and goes, her own dick laying rather more limp but soaked between her gray, segmented hips.
Say what? She's a moth woman, for whatever points that gives her. Four sets of spindly fingers with just the right touch, two pearl black eyes that stare all the way up, a pair of lips softer than your pillow as she draws them wet over every vein of the wolf dick throbbing impatiently over her tongue, pressing sharp against her throat, holding thick against her cheek.
She pays attention. She coils this dick in particular deep inside herself, pushes past the limits of her uvula, rests it in her throat. Her sparkling neck throbs to the same beat of this huge cock she's fucking, sucking harder still, surrendering her oxygen for, spending all her attention on for the sake of getting its bearer off to his own level of satisfaction.
She reaches a precious, tiny finger up to the torso of this wolf cock bearer, presses the number 0 on the keypad over his stomach, and holds herself tight over it as stickier semen flushes into her depths like she's a drain for this dick's pleasure. It thumps hard inside her, bulges hard against her sensitive skin. When finally she can slide herself off of it, drooling out the cum and saliva she just couldn't swallow, the moth coughs and gasps, breathes again, and smiles up at the bearer.
"Thank you," she says.
That said, let's call this nice moth woman Sylvia. She, she, she! She can't just be "she" the whole time. And Sylvia's a beautiful name. She's always liked it. Yeah? Sylvia it is.
So Sylvia slurps and sucks and jacks off a stage full of naked bearers of large penises, or dicks, or fat cocks, dickie sippies with sticky goodies, whatever you prefer. A keypads hangs upon each of these bearers' stomachs, each of the ten buttons registered to a different command for ravishing Sylvia's face, hand, wherever they can grip her. She dictates them in quick succession with all four hands, stroking, tugging, jerking, or else requesting with such a gentle press that someone cum all over her face again, already hanging moist and starry in semen. Sylvia manages these buttons as deftly as she sucks and swallows. That's satisfactorily deft.
Not all of the cocks she sucks are huge, by the way, and that's fine. Sylvia gets them off with the same amount of effort regardless of size, but tonight, she's in the literal big leagues of bearers to be splooged by.
Sylvia finishes a polite doggy next with two of her long, tiny hands. With one she presses 0, and with the delicate other she rubs him firm and tight over his foreskin that's squeezed back in her grip. She closes her eyes with their bright, wet eyelashes and opens her mouth as the nice doggy's hot, multi-string mess shoots onto her face and over her tongue. It washes over her as she closes her mouth slowly, slower, caressing her shiny lips against one another, sucking his taste together in her cheeks before she swallows everything that doesn't stick over her jaw.
But she missed a strand, one more thin white longing that's slipping down her chin. She slides out her long, soft tongue and licks it up gently, visibly, into her mouth. She tilts back her head and swallows once more with a singular gulp, just for him, that last taste of his cock that lumps in her throat, that slides numbingly warm into her stomach.
She peers up into his eyes and hums with a tongue freshly moistened by him, "Thank you."
And the doggy poofs away, another cock bearer taking his place just like that. As soon as she finishes someone to their emptied, sprawling satisfaction, they disappear off the stage to make room for someone with a greater hunger to be tasted. The circle around Sylvia remains constant for as long as she can keep satisfying.
The next bearer presses into her circle from the front, so Sylvia presses onto him with her front. She leans her warm, slick breasts around his cock and borrows her wrists for the job, her small fists bundled tight above as she squeezes herself around his fatness, his precum already oozing into her nape. She presses 1 for this bearer, so he slides his hips by himself against her bosom, thick and gentle.
But the next cock to appear shoves its way into her grasp, and it's even bigger, already slick with the moist release that coats her slender fingers. Sylvia doesn't make this bearer wait. She tightens herself as well as she can around his entire girth, gets a good grip, and with her last hand presses 3 and 0. This bearer wraps his hands around hers and fucks her under his own power as well, but holds her fingers in place as he throbs under her delicate knuckles.
While that bearer goes at it in her hand, Sylvia dips her mouth lower to the occupant of her breasts, stirring her tongue over his tip as he rocks closer into her reach. This one's scent is heavier than the others'. It dizzies her nostrils as she licks him deeper, breathes him in. More of his flavor slips out as he pushes his way back between her breasts, so she sucks her lips loud and wet over him for every motion, her thin wrists still holding him tight in the place he finds so comfortable.
The other bearer's dick thumps between her fingers on its own and spurts something fresh upon her neck, something warm, something that hangs over her skin rather than slides off. He lets Sylvia go and she uncurls from him, springing his cock loose, strings of sparkling cum clinging along with her fingers as she taps 0 over the bearer fucking her breasts. With her mouth pressed firm over his cock, this one's hips surge forward and he cums even heavier, thicker, shooting inordinate globs of semen into her cheeks. The taste and smell dig into her tongue. She swallows, though it's hard to, and tastes every drop flickering down her throat.
This time it's with a gasp that she pants, after gulping longer, "Thanks..."
The next dick that sidles up to her looks like, uh, maybe a walrus's? That's what it looks like. Sylvia presses 5 for him. This bearer steps around her and sticks his fat cock in the soft, fuzzy crevice between her shoulder blades, taking careful hold of her dusty wings below. He slides himself up and down over her skin and sweat, swaying her hips to his motion, squelching methodically against her back.
But the bearer after that is already behind Sylvia, and he says hello by thumping something loud and heavy over her shoulder. Sylvia peers down at the greeting and finds a horse cock, no maybes, the largest surveyor of her touch yet, snorting out its juices below her chin. All the seed twitching in his sac is already lodging its stench inside her as she only stares.
He's the last one tonight. Sylvia's stroking off two more to her right, but for this dick, she reaches back and taps 9 for the finale.
This horse cock bearer leans his arm forward and takes her head in one fist, holding her perfectly still as he steps around to the front, swinging his cock around with him, lining himself up evenly with her face. Sylvia opens her lips slowly for him, but he pushes his cock just an inch inside and parts her fully, instantly, getting into starting position with his gentlest thrust. Her jaw can already feel an ache as his precum oozes down her gullet, but we won't dilly-dally. Sylvia knows what button she tapped.
The bearer thrusts everything of her onto his cock. Her beautiful throat opens forcibly to him as he slides into Sylvia, all the way back, all the way in, until her mouth is secured deep against his base. Her black eyes stare wet and hard back up at him as he holds her there, throbbing inside farther than she knew before. Then he grips her head tighter and thrusts her back out, then pumps all the way back in at once, thumping and throbbing in her esophagus with an unbreakable force too difficult to service but impossible not to. Her knees thud against the stage with every repeated penetration of her soft, shiny throat, but she keeps her crying pearls open, shining up at him through tears and wavering dedication as he rams into her face at greater speed every moment she can count.
The walrus cock still slides just under her neck, stretches thick and long over her back, but keeps match with the horse cock's rhythm no matter which way Sylvia's bent and fucked and sucked over. She sways against the tremor of their muscles as two of her hands tremble against the horse cock bearer's legs, but there's no way to steady herself.
She's thoroughly fucked into a submission of this bearer's satisfaction. The moist thuds of each slam echo down her whole body. Her soft cheeks are already extended forcibly by his juices, his precum goop filling her nose, leaking out her nostrils, dribbling down her chin. He pays no heed to the shaking of her face as he keeps fucking her most delicate spot as hard as he can.
Even her brain rocks back and forth over the ride of his cock. Sylvia's pounded to her limit. She raises her clinging, shivering hand to his keypad, and she presses 0.
The bearer grabs her entire head and presses his body into her face, collides his huge, wet phallus into Sylvia's tightest hole. His cock, his steel piston built to shatter stone, pounds for a final time inside her deepest reaches, slams into a place in her throat that was never supposed to hold so much, and holds there no matter how painful it is. He holds her there and cums into her like a freight train. He widens with every thump and cums hot, hard, slick. His seed splashes and sticks permanently inside her, lathers her every sense in the taste and the shape and the thickness. This horse cock bearer holds Sylvia down until she's drained him of every drop in his balls, until her stomach's full of only him, and once he alone is satisfied, he deigns to release her from the thrall of his biggest dong.
But before he so leisurely slides her off, Sylvia presses her weak hands to the 0 above each further dick. Just as she's freed, new loads of cum spurt over her body all over again, wrested from the sacs of the last cocks waiting on her. She feels the warmest load of them blurt over the back of her neck as that bearer grips her wings tighter a moment, then pulls off and relieves the last of himself over her precious, fibrous wings.
They all poof. Bye-bye. All gone. Sylvia hangs heavy and sticky over the stage by herself now, on her knees, gasping ragged for the air she sacrificed. Semen dribbles down one shiny, blurry eye, wheezes off her lips, sticks and rolls down all her skin, pools under her ankles. Her own dick is sloshed in the dregs of all her bearers' cum, and in another while she'll have to leave, too, back to where she's not called Sylvia.
But for now, Sylvia rubs one tiny hand against the jizz stuck on her forehead and sighs at the mess still to clean up. She'll lower the difficulty tomorrow.