A Pool House Communion

The afternoon sun blasted through the grimy windows of the abandoned pool house, turning the air thick and humid. Someone had dragged a bunch of old mattresses into a rough circle on the cracked concrete floor. That’s where we were. Me, Layla, I mean. I was kneeling between Kylie and Carole, my knees already aching in the best way. The whole place smelled like chlorine, sweat, and something muskier, something that made my mouth water before I even saw them.

Kylie was on my left, her huge pregnant belly resting on her thighs, her veiny tits already leaking little white droplets down her stretched skin. She kept rubbing them absentmindedly, smearing the milk around her dark areolae. Carole was on my right, her pale, soft body looking even smaller next to Kylie’s fullness. Her tiny pink nipples were hard, poking out from her small pregnant swell, and her bald pussy was already glistening with a mix of her own wetness and what looked like a fresh load of cum already dripping out of her.

“Fuck, I’ve been thinking about this all day,” I said, my voice already sounding breathy. “I need sperm. I need it on my tits, in my mouth, everywhere.”

Kylie laughed, a low, knowing sound. “You’re always hungry, Layla. Look at this lineup. You’re gonna get your fill.”

She wasn’t wrong. Around the circle of mattresses, a ring of men stood jerking their uncircumcised cocks. Some were already hard, foreskins pulled back to reveal shiny purple heads dripping with pre-cum. Others were still getting there, their hands sliding that loose skin up and down with wet, slick sounds. The air was thick with the smell of their arousal, and I could feel my own pussy clenching on nothing, desperate to be filled.

The first two cocks appeared in front of my face. One was thick and veiny, the foreskin tight around the head even when hard, a bead of clear fluid trembling at the slit. The other was longer, thinner, with a looser foreskin that slid all the way down to reveal a fat, flared glans. I grabbed both at the base, feeling the heat of them, the different weights.

I looked over at Kylie. She already had one in each hand too, her fingers barely able to circle one of them. One was uncut, the skin bunched just behind the head, and the other was half-retracted, the tip wet and angry-looking. Carole had her two as well, her small hands making them look even bigger. One had a foreskin so long it still covered the head completely, a little pucker of skin at the tip that she was gently tonguing.

“Let’s talk about Peter,” Kylie said suddenly, and my whole body tightened.

“Oh god, yes,” Carole moaned, her mouth already full of that long foreskin.

“I’ll start,” Kylie said, pumping the thick cock in her left hand. “Remember last week? I rode his dick while sucking two cocks just like this. But Peter’s, fuck, Peter’s is different. It’s so huge and it throbs so hard. I could feel it pulsing inside me, every vein, and his foreskin, god, it’s so thick and tight. When he pulls it back, the head is so purple and shiny, and it just leaks. I was grinding on him, and I could feel his pre-cum mixing with my milk, dripping down my belly.”

I moaned around the thick cock I’d just taken into my mouth. The foreskin was tight, so I had to push my tongue under it, tasting the salty, musky skin and the slick pre-cum beneath. The texture was incredible, that smooth inner skin so different from the wrinkled outer layer.

“My turn,” I said, pulling off with a gasp. “Peter’s dick, you guys. The first time I ever saw it, I was just staring. I’ve always been hungry for cum, you know that. But his uncut cock, it’s like it was made to fill me up. I remember one night, he was asleep, and I just, I couldn’t help myself. I pulled down his shorts and his cock was soft, all that thick foreskin covering everything. I just put my mouth on it, felt it grow, felt the skin retract as he got hard in my mouth. And when he came, it was so much, rope after rope of hot, thick semen. I let it drip all over my tits, rubbed it into my nipples.”

Carole was moaning constantly now, her mouth stuffed with the two cocks, her cheeks bulging. She pulled off with a wet pop. “Oh fuck, I have a Peter story too. I watched him masturbate once, at his apartment. We were high, and he just started doing it right there on the couch. His foreskin, you guys, it’s so fascinating. He slides it up and down so slowly, and the head appears and disappears, all wet and glistening. I just watched, and when he came, it shot all the way up his chest. I crawled over and licked it off his stomach, and then he fucked me on the living room floor. His cum was inside me for hours. I felt so full.”

The cocks in my hands were throbbing now, the men groaning above us. The lineup was shifting, more men stepping forward, their dicks hard and dripping. I could hear the wet sounds of their hands on their foreskins, the squelch of pre-cum.

I took both cocks back into my mouth, one after the other, licking the foreskins, pushing my tongue into the slits. The thick one in my right hand started to pulse, and then a hot gush of semen filled my mouth. I swallowed greedily, but some escaped, dripping down my chin and onto my big, firm tits. I pulled the cock out and aimed it at my chest, letting the next ropes of cum land right on my puffy pink nipples. The heat of it was incredible, the thick, ropey texture clinging to my skin.

“Yes, yes, on my tits,” I moaned, rubbing the sperm into my nipples. “I need more.”

Kylie was next. The two cocks she was sucking both started to come at the same time. She pulled back, and twin streams of semen shot onto her face, her belly, her leaking tits. The cum mixed with her breast milk, creating a slick, shiny mess all over her pregnant body. She was laughing, a wild, ecstatic sound.

“I love feeling it fill me,” she gasped. “But I need it in my pussy too. I need two uncut cocks in my tight pussy.”

Carole was already getting hers. One of her men had a foreskin so long and thick, and when he came, the cum shot into the pocket of skin and then overflowed, dripping down her hand. She lapped it up, moaning about the taste, the texture.

And through it all, beneath us, Peter was there. He was lying on his back on a mattress, his huge, throbbing cock pointing straight up. It was magnificent, the thickest, most veiny uncircumcised dick I’d ever seen. His foreskin was retracted, the massive purple head glistening with a constant stream of pre-cum. And he was already coming, rope after rope of hot semen shooting straight up into the air and splattering down onto our legs, our bellies, our backs.

The semen flowed from our mouths as we sucked, dripping down onto Peter’s huge dick, coating it in a thick, white layer. I could feel his cum on my thighs, mixing with my own wetness.

“Another Peter story,” I said, my voice hoarse. “I fucked him in his sleep too, you guys. I woke up and he was hard, that huge dick just pulsing under the sheet. I climbed on top and slid him inside me. I was a virgin, and it hurt, but I was so hungry for his cum. I rode him until he woke up, and then he grabbed my hips and fucked me so hard. When he came, it was so deep, I felt it for days. I was full of his cum, just like I always wanted.”

Kylie moaned. “Me too, Layla. In the hot tub. He was so hard, and the water made everything so slippery. I sat on his cock, and it was so deep, and his foreskin, it just, it felt so good sliding in and out. He came so much, the water turned cloudy. I was dripping his cum for hours.”

Carole was grinding her bald pussy against Peter’s leg, smearing her juices and the fresh cum all over him. “He’s always so attentive,” she said. “But rough. I love it. One time, he bent me over the couch and just shoved his huge dick in me. No warning. His foreskin was pulled all the way back, and I could feel every ridge, every vein. He filled me up so completely.”

The lineup was relentless. More cocks, more cum. My tits were covered in layers of sperm, my nipples so sensitive they ached. Kylie’s milk was flowing freely now, mixing with the semen on her belly. Carole’s tiny pregnant body was glistening with it.

I leaned over and kissed Carole, tasting Peter’s pre-cum and the other men’s semen on her lips. Kylie joined us, her mouth hot and wet, and we shared the taste of all those dicks, all that cum.

“I want Peter inside me,” I finally gasped. “I need him to pump it into my pussy.”

Kylie and Carole nodded, their eyes glazed. We all moved at once, crawling over Peter’s body. His cock was still hard, still pulsing, still leaking. Kylie lowered herself onto it first, her tight pussy stretching around his girth. She rode him hard, her pregnant belly bouncing, her milk dripping onto his chest. When she came, she screamed, and Peter’s cock slipped out of her, covered in her juices and his own cum.

Then it was Carole’s turn. She was so tight, so small, and she gasped as she took him in. Her bald pussy lips stretched wide, and I could see the base of his cock, that thick foreskin still bunched there. She ground against him, her tiny nipples brushing his chest. When he came inside her, I could see her belly swell just a little more, and she moaned about being so full.

Finally, it was my turn. I lowered myself onto Peter’s huge, throbbing, cum-covered dick. I was so wet, so ready. He slid in deep, filling me completely. His foreskin moved with him, that incredible sensation of skin sliding against skin. I rode him while Kylie and Carole each took one of my nipples in their mouths, sucking hard.

Peter’s hands grabbed my hips, and he started thrusting up into me. I could feel him pulsing, feel the heat of another load building.

“Come in me, Peter,” I begged. “Fill my pussy with your cum. I need it.”

He did. He came in a massive, endless eruption, and I felt his hot semen flood my insides. At the same moment, Kylie and Carole both bit down gently on my nipples, and I came harder than I ever had in my life, my pussy clenching around Peter’s throbbing cock.

After, we all collapsed onto the mattresses. Peter’s cock was finally softening, his foreskin slowly covering the head again. The three of us gathered around him, and one by one, we took turns sucking his cock clean, drinking the last of his cum, tasting the mix of all our juices.

“You know,” Carole said, her voice sleepy and satisfied, “I think we should do this every day.”

Kylie laughed, her hand resting on her cum-and-milk-slick belly. “I’m pretty sure we will.”

I just smiled, feeling the warmth of Peter’s semen still inside me, still dripping down my thighs. “I’m finally full,” I said. “For now.”

And then, because I couldn’t help myself, I leaned down and gave Peter’s soft, uncut cock one last, gentle kiss.