Surrounded By Cocks

When I woke up, I was alone again. Was everything I thought I remembered just a vivid dream?

Whatever. I shrugged. There was definitely no party going on in this house. It was time for me to get out of here.

I pulled myself together. After the first few steps, my legs didn't feel quite so wobbly anymore, and I traversed the hallway.

I stood rooted to the spot when a shadow detached itself from the wall in front of me and became a hulking giant who planted himself in front of me with his legs apart. I backed away. I had no desire for another eerie encounter.

Especially since—how could it be any other way in this sex-haunted house—the guy was naked again and waved a fat, erect penis in my face.

I screamed in fright when I bumped into someone while backing away. Oh no, another one.

One of those was enough to make me feel queasy. Two of them would definitely be too much if they were up to what I suspected.

While I was still looking for a gap to slip through, more monster dudes showed up. They came from all directions, floating down from the ceiling or rising up from the floor. They all had different sizes, colors, and shapes. But what they all had in common was that they sported huge, hard cocks.

Oh God. What the hell had I gotten myself into? I already felt sorry for my poor, over-used pussy.

They surrounded me and came closer and closer. I couldn't help but stare at the countless monster cocks that were pressing in on me from all directions. I had nowhere to run away or hide.

Suddenly, as if on an unspoken command, they all ejaculated at the same time. They shot their thick, viscous, sticky threads onto my face, my hair, my shoulders, and my breasts.

Eww!