Endless Overflow

The sliding glass door to the back patio was already fogged over with steam from the hot tub, and I could hear the water churning before I even stepped outside. Bobby was already in, his dark shoulders slick and gleaming under the patio lights, one arm stretched along the tile edge like he owned the place. The air smelled like chlorine and night-blooming jasmine, and somewhere in the distance a dog was barking at nothing.

“Took you long enough,” Bobby said, not bothering to open his eyes.

I dropped my towel on a lounge chair and climbed in across from him. The water was almost too hot, the kind of heat that makes your skin prickle before it surrenders. My dick was already half-hard just from the anticipation, and under the bubbling surface I could feel it starting to swell, the familiar ache building at the root. It never really stops anymore. Ever since that night with Kylie on the couch, my cock has been in a permanent state of readiness, always dripping, always throbbing, the foreskin stretched tight over the massive head like it’s trying to contain something that can’t be contained.

“She coming out?” I asked.

“She’s getting the drinks. Said she wanted to make sure we were both good and ready first.”

Bobby shifted in the water and I watched his own cock float up between his thighs, thick and uncut like mine, the skin bunched at the tip in a way that made my mouth water. We’d done this enough times now that there wasn’t any awkwardness left. Just hunger.

The patio door slid open again and Kylie stepped out, carrying three bottles of beer by the necks in one hand. She was wearing this sheer white robe thing that did absolutely nothing to hide what was underneath, and what was underneath was spectacular. Her belly was round and tight, seven months along now, and her tits had gotten so big they looked almost painful. I could see the dark circles of her areolas through the fabric, and even from ten feet away I could see the little wet spots where her milk was already leaking through.

“You two look comfortable,” she said, setting the beers down on the edge of the tub. “Started without me?”

“Just warming up,” Bobby said. “Get in here.”

She untied the robe and let it fall, and fuck me if that isn’t the best sight in the world. Her body was all curves and veins and shiny stretched skin, her nipples standing out hard and dark and already beading with white drops that caught the light. She climbed into the tub between us, and the water level rose dangerously close to spilling over.

I reached for her immediately, pulling her onto my lap so her back was against my chest, and my cock slid up between her thighs like it belonged there. She gasped a little when she felt how hard I already was, how the ridge of my foreskin caught against her outer lips.

“God, Peter,” she breathed. “You’re already throbbing.”

“I’m always throbbing,” I said into her ear. “You know that.”

Bobby moved closer, the water swirling around us, and Kylie reached out and took his cock in her hand. I watched over her shoulder as she pulled his foreskin back, exposing the shiny purple head, and a thick string of pre-cum immediately drooled out and dripped down onto her knuckles.

“Look at that,” she said, her voice going low and hungry. “Both of you are already leaking. I haven’t even done anything yet.”

“You exist,” Bobby said. “That’s enough.”

She laughed and stroked him slowly, twisting her grip at the top where the skin bunched up again, and I could feel my own dick pulse in response. Kylie shifted her hips and the head of my cock caught against her opening, and then she was sinking down, taking me inside her inch by impossible inch.

I groaned so loud it echoed off the patio walls.

Her pussy was already wet and hot and so tight it almost hurt, the way it always does. I could feel every ridge and fold of her gripping me, squeezing me, trying to push me out even as she took me deeper. And I could feel my cock fighting back, throbbing inside her, the veins on the underside pulsing against her walls, the foreskin rolling and bunching as she moved.

“Fuck,” I hissed. “Kylie, you’re so fucking tight.”

“Your dick is too big,” she said, but she was smiling, her head falling back against my shoulder. “It always hurts at first.”

“I know. I’m sorry.”

“Don’t be sorry. Just don’t stop.”

She started to ride me then, slow at first, her hips rolling in circles, and I could feel everything. The way her inner muscles clenched and released. The way my cock kept leaking inside her, adding to the slickness, making obscene wet sounds every time she lifted up. The way my foreskin would pull back when she rose, exposing the sensitive head to her heat, and then roll forward again when she sank down, trapping the pre-cum inside her.

Bobby moved in front of her, his cock bobbing at eye level, and Kylie didn’t even hesitate. She took him in her mouth, both hands coming up to grip his shaft, and I watched her cheeks hollow as she sucked.

“Yeah,” Bobby grunted. “Just like that.”

I could see everything from where I sat. The way her lips stretched around his girth. The way his foreskin bunched against her tongue. The way her jaw worked as she took him deeper, her throat opening up to swallow the head. She pulled back and a thick rope of saliva connected her bottom lip to his tip, and then she was stroking him with both hands, twisting in opposite directions, and his pre-cum was dripping down over her knuckles and onto her tits.

Her tits. Fuck, her tits were incredible. They were bouncing as she rode me, heavy and veiny, the blue lines standing out under her stretched skin. And every time she bounced, little drops of milk would spray from her nipples, arcing through the air and landing on my thighs, on her belly, on Bobby’s cock.

“You’re lactating all over us,” I said, and my voice sounded wrecked.

“Good,” she mumbled around Bobby’s dick.

I reached around and cupped her tits from behind, squeezing them together, and milk squirted out in twin streams that hit Bobby square in the chest. He laughed and rubbed it into his skin, and Kylie moaned around his cock, and I could feel the vibration of it travel all the way down through her body to where we were joined.

“I want to taste you,” Bobby said to her, and she pulled off him with a wet pop.

“Then come here.”

He leaned down and took her left nipple in his mouth, sucking hard, and Kylie cried out and slammed herself down on my cock so hard I saw stars. I could feel his tongue working her through the thin wall of tissue that separated us, could feel the suction pulling at her milk ducts, and then he pulled back and a mouthful of milk spilled out over her chest and dripped down onto where my cock was buried inside her.

“Fuck, that’s hot,” I said. “Do it again.”

He did. He sucked her other nipple, harder this time, and she screamed and her pussy clamped down on me like a fist, and I could feel my cock responding, the throbbing getting more intense, the pressure building at the base of my spine. I wasn’t going to last much longer. I never do.

But Kylie wasn’t done. She pushed Bobby back and leaned forward, bracing her hands on my knees, and started to ride me in earnest. Her ass slapped against my thighs with every stroke. Her pussy made these wet, squelching sounds that were almost pornographic. And I could see my cock disappearing into her, could see the way her lips stretched around my girth, could see the white froth of our combined fluids building up at the base.

“Look at that,” I said, my voice ragged. “Look at how much I’m leaking inside you. It’s dripping out.”

“I can feel it,” she gasped. “I can feel every pulse. Every throb. It’s like you’re never going to stop.”

“I’m not. I can’t. You know I can’t.”

Bobby moved around behind her, and I watched his cock slide between her ass cheeks, the head nudging against her other hole. She moaned and pushed back against him, and he started to rub himself against her, his foreskin sliding back and forth, his pre-cum slicking the way.

“You want both of us?” he asked.

“I always want both of you,” she said.

He pushed in slowly, and I could feel him through the thin wall of flesh, could feel his cock sliding alongside mine, the heat and pressure of him making everything tighter, more intense. Kylie was making sounds I’d never heard before, high-pitched and desperate, and her milk was spraying everywhere now, uncontrolled, painting all three of us in sticky white streaks.

“Tell me what you see,” she demanded. “Peter, tell me.”

I looked down at where we were joined, at the impossible stretch of her pussy around both our cocks, at the way her juices and my pre-cum and Bobby’s pre-cum were all mixing together and frothing white, at the way my foreskin was pulled back so tight it almost hurt, exposing the purple-red head that was throbbing visibly with every heartbeat.

“I see your pussy stretched around us,” I said, my voice shaking. “I see my cock and Bobby’s cock sliding in and out of you, and I can feel his veins rubbing against mine. I can see the froth, Kylie, there’s so much of it, it’s dripping down onto my balls. And your milk is everywhere, it’s dripping off your nipples and running down your belly and mixing with everything else.”

“More,” she begged.

“I can see my foreskin,” I continued. “It’s pulled back right now, but every time I pull out a little it rolls forward again, and it’s so sensitive, Kylie, it’s like I can feel every drop of liquid sliding over it. Your pussy is so hot and wet and I can feel my cum building up, I can feel it traveling up my shaft, and when it comes out it’s going to fill you up so much it’s going to overflow.”

“Yes,” she hissed. “Yes, fill me up.”

Bobby reached around and grabbed her tits, squeezing them hard, and milk sprayed out in thick streams that hit my face and chest. I licked it off my lips and it was sweet and warm and tasted like her, and that was what finally pushed me over the edge.

I came with a roar that tore out of my throat, my cock pulsing and jerking inside her, and I could feel the semen rushing out of me in thick, endless spurts. It never stops. It just keeps coming, wave after wave, flooding her pussy, mixing with Bobby’s cock, and I could feel it dripping out around us, running down my shaft and over my balls and into the hot tub water.

“I can feel it,” Kylie screamed. “I can feel it filling me up, oh fuck, it’s so hot, it’s so much, it’s never going to stop.”

Bobby came then too, his cock jerking inside her alongside mine, and I could feel his semen adding to the flood, could feel the double load of it sloshing inside her, and Kylie’s pussy was pushing it all back out as fast as we could pump it in, the white froth building up until it looked like she was wearing a cream pie between her legs.

She collapsed forward onto my chest, her tits pressed against me, her milk still leaking out and pooling in the hollow of my throat. Bobby pulled out slowly, and a gush of semen followed him, cloudy white in the churning water. I was still inside her, still throbbing, still leaking, and I knew from experience that I wouldn’t stop for another ten minutes at least.

“Jesus Christ,” Kylie whispered. “I can still feel you pulsing.”

“I told you,” I said. “It never stops.”

We lay there in the hot tub, tangled together, covered in milk and semen and sweat, and the dog in the distance had finally stopped barking. The steam rose around us in lazy curls, and somewhere in the house, a timer went off for the pizza we’d forgotten about entirely.

“I’ll get it,” Bobby said, but he didn’t move.

“Let it burn,” Kylie said, and she pressed her lips to my throat where her milk had pooled, and I felt my cock give another weak throb inside her.

“You’re insatiable,” I told her.

“You love it.”

I did. God help me, I did.