Endless Pour
by Uncut61PPeter’s cock is a filthy, throbbing monument, a thick uncut slab I’d choke on forever. It’s hot as a brand, veins bulging like twisted ropes, and that foreskin—fuck, it’s a slick, greedy sleeve I can’
about 2 hours ago
•medium read•intense intensityPeter’s cock is a filthy, throbbing monument, a thick uncut slab I’d choke on forever. It’s hot as a brand, veins bulging like twisted ropes, and that foreskin—fuck, it’s a slick, greedy sleeve I can’t stop tonguing. Carol and I are on our knees in her living room, the sun blazing through the windows and melting our sweaty bodies into a sticky, pornographic altar. My pregnant belly is a huge, tight drum, eight months of swollen ache, and my tits are heavy, aching udders spurting hot milk in eager, messy pulses. Carol’s right beside me, a pocket-sized, eight-month-pregnant slut, her lips stretched raw around the base of Peter’s shaft while she slurps like a feral, cum-drunk beast.
I’m working the head, my tongue diving under his foreskin, scooping out the thick, salty pre-cum that’s constantly leaking from him. Peter groans, a deep, guttural sound. “Fuck, Kylie, your tongue right there… it’s like you’re digging for gold.” The taste of him is a permanent flavor on my tongue now, a constant, slippery saltiness. I pull back just enough to let a long, clear string of pre-cum connect my bottom lip to his slit before I turn to Carol.
She meets me halfway, her mouth already open, full of his taste. We kiss, a deep, sloppy mess, swapping the load of semen and saliva. I can feel her tongue pushing his pre-cum into my mouth, and I swallow greedily. My hand finds my own tit, pinching the nipple hard. A jet of warm, white milk sprays out, hitting Carol on the cheek. She laughs, a breathless, horny sound, and does the same to herself, aiming her spray at my chest. We rub our slick, milky tits together, the friction making our nipples hard as rocks. Peter’s ejaculate is a constant, pulsing stream now, not a climax, just his normal state. It drips down his shaft, coating our hands, our faces, mixing with our milk until we’re glazed in a sticky, pearlescent film.
“Tell me about it, Peter,” Carol moans, her voice thick with the cum she’s still holding in her mouth. She pulls off his dick with a wet pop, a fresh gush of semen spilling down her chin and onto the perfect globe of her belly. “Tell me about how your big, throbbing, uncut cock feels inside my flooded little pussy.”
Peter’s eyes are glazed, his hips making tiny, involuntary thrusts into the air. His dick is so hard it looks painful, the veins on the shaft like thick, pulsing cords. “It’s… fuck, Carol, it’s a tight, hot flood,” he grunts, his voice strained. “Your pussy is so short, so fucking tight. When I push my foreskin inside you, it’s like it gets lost. It rolls back, and then your wetness, all that come I’ve pumped into you, it gets trapped inside my skin. My dick is just swimming in a hot sleeve of my own ejaculate, and I can feel every single throb of my cock rubbing against all that slipperiness inside your little pussy. It’s the tightest, wettest, most perfect fucking mess.”
I’m listening, and my own pussy is clenching on nothing. I’m so wet I can feel it slicking my inner thighs. I want that feeling. I want that impossible stretch. I watch as Carol, never one to stop talking about what she loves, guides Peter down onto the floor. “I love your uncut cock,” she’s saying, stroking him, using his own endless cum as lube. “I love how it’s always dripping, always ready. I love talking about it, thinking about it, feeling it wreck me. Now get inside me and fill me up again.”
He doesn’t need to be told twice. He positions himself between her legs, the head of his monstrous dick looking absolutely absurd against her small, swollen pussy. He pushes, and Carol’s back arches off the rug, a scream catching in her throat. It’s a sound of pure, overwhelming fullness. He sinks in, inch by impossible inch, and I can see her stomach distend just a little more from the sheer volume of him. “You feel that?” he grunts, his eyes locked on where they’re joined. “My foreskin is just bunching up, filling with your juices and my come. It’s a fucking reservoir.”
He starts to move, a slow, devastating rhythm. Carol’s mouth is a perfect O, a constant stream of “fuckfuckfuck” and “I love your uncut cock” and “don’t stop coming in me” spilling from her lips. I can’t just watch. I crawl over, my heavy belly swaying, and straddle Carol’s face, facing Peter. “My turn to get messy,” I say, and lower my dripping pussy onto her waiting mouth. She starts to eat me with a frantic hunger, her moans vibrating through my clit.
Now I’m face-to-face with Peter, our eyes locking over the landscape of our pregnant bodies. I lean forward, and he meets me in a crushing kiss. His mouth tastes like Carol, like milk, like his own come. “I want to feel it,” I whisper against his lips. “I want you to put your foreskin over Bobby’s. I want to watch you fill each other’s dicks with cum.”
A primal sound rips from Peter’s throat. He pulls out of Carol, a flood of white semen immediately gushing from her gaping pussy. She whimpers at the loss but keeps her tongue buried in me. Bobby, who’s been stroking his own hard, uncut cock in the corner, steps forward. His dick is thick, but nothing compared to Peter’s monster. Peter takes Bobby’s cock in his hand, and with a practiced, filthy grace, he stretches his own long, dripping foreskin over the head of Bobby’s dick. He pulls his skin down, sheathing the top few inches of Bobby’s shaft inside his own.
They both groan. Peter starts to pump his hips, not into anything, but just to create friction inside that shared, tight tunnel of skin. I can see the shape of both cocksheads rubbing together, the skin bulging obscenely. Peter’s never-ending ejaculate is now flooding the space, filling his foreskin until it balloons out, a heavy, sloshing sac of pure white semen. “Fuck, it’s so full,” Peter hisses, his hand gripping the base of their joined cocks to keep the seal tight.
I can’t take it anymore. I pull myself off Carol’s face, my orgasm just a breath away. I turn around and crouch between the two men. Carol, slick with sweat and cum, crawls up beside me. We look at each other, a silent, nasty agreement passing between us. We both lean in, our mouths meeting right over the stretched, cum-filled foreskin. Using our teeth and lips, we gently peel the skin back. It’s a fucking eruption. A hot, thick, massive gush of semen explodes out, drenching our faces, filling our open mouths, shooting up our noses. It’s the combined load of two men, a huge, salty volume of pure filth. We swallow and swallow, and then we kiss again, sharing the final mouthful, letting it drip down our chins and onto our huge, milk-spraying tits. We’re a sticky, happy, completely soaked mess, and Peter is still throbbing, still leaking, promising this beautiful, messy cycle will never, ever end.
I’m working the head, my tongue diving under his foreskin, scooping out the thick, salty pre-cum that’s constantly leaking from him. Peter groans, a deep, guttural sound. “Fuck, Kylie, your tongue right there… it’s like you’re digging for gold.” The taste of him is a permanent flavor on my tongue now, a constant, slippery saltiness. I pull back just enough to let a long, clear string of pre-cum connect my bottom lip to his slit before I turn to Carol.
She meets me halfway, her mouth already open, full of his taste. We kiss, a deep, sloppy mess, swapping the load of semen and saliva. I can feel her tongue pushing his pre-cum into my mouth, and I swallow greedily. My hand finds my own tit, pinching the nipple hard. A jet of warm, white milk sprays out, hitting Carol on the cheek. She laughs, a breathless, horny sound, and does the same to herself, aiming her spray at my chest. We rub our slick, milky tits together, the friction making our nipples hard as rocks. Peter’s ejaculate is a constant, pulsing stream now, not a climax, just his normal state. It drips down his shaft, coating our hands, our faces, mixing with our milk until we’re glazed in a sticky, pearlescent film.
“Tell me about it, Peter,” Carol moans, her voice thick with the cum she’s still holding in her mouth. She pulls off his dick with a wet pop, a fresh gush of semen spilling down her chin and onto the perfect globe of her belly. “Tell me about how your big, throbbing, uncut cock feels inside my flooded little pussy.”
Peter’s eyes are glazed, his hips making tiny, involuntary thrusts into the air. His dick is so hard it looks painful, the veins on the shaft like thick, pulsing cords. “It’s… fuck, Carol, it’s a tight, hot flood,” he grunts, his voice strained. “Your pussy is so short, so fucking tight. When I push my foreskin inside you, it’s like it gets lost. It rolls back, and then your wetness, all that come I’ve pumped into you, it gets trapped inside my skin. My dick is just swimming in a hot sleeve of my own ejaculate, and I can feel every single throb of my cock rubbing against all that slipperiness inside your little pussy. It’s the tightest, wettest, most perfect fucking mess.”
I’m listening, and my own pussy is clenching on nothing. I’m so wet I can feel it slicking my inner thighs. I want that feeling. I want that impossible stretch. I watch as Carol, never one to stop talking about what she loves, guides Peter down onto the floor. “I love your uncut cock,” she’s saying, stroking him, using his own endless cum as lube. “I love how it’s always dripping, always ready. I love talking about it, thinking about it, feeling it wreck me. Now get inside me and fill me up again.”
He doesn’t need to be told twice. He positions himself between her legs, the head of his monstrous dick looking absolutely absurd against her small, swollen pussy. He pushes, and Carol’s back arches off the rug, a scream catching in her throat. It’s a sound of pure, overwhelming fullness. He sinks in, inch by impossible inch, and I can see her stomach distend just a little more from the sheer volume of him. “You feel that?” he grunts, his eyes locked on where they’re joined. “My foreskin is just bunching up, filling with your juices and my come. It’s a fucking reservoir.”
He starts to move, a slow, devastating rhythm. Carol’s mouth is a perfect O, a constant stream of “fuckfuckfuck” and “I love your uncut cock” and “don’t stop coming in me” spilling from her lips. I can’t just watch. I crawl over, my heavy belly swaying, and straddle Carol’s face, facing Peter. “My turn to get messy,” I say, and lower my dripping pussy onto her waiting mouth. She starts to eat me with a frantic hunger, her moans vibrating through my clit.
Now I’m face-to-face with Peter, our eyes locking over the landscape of our pregnant bodies. I lean forward, and he meets me in a crushing kiss. His mouth tastes like Carol, like milk, like his own come. “I want to feel it,” I whisper against his lips. “I want you to put your foreskin over Bobby’s. I want to watch you fill each other’s dicks with cum.”
A primal sound rips from Peter’s throat. He pulls out of Carol, a flood of white semen immediately gushing from her gaping pussy. She whimpers at the loss but keeps her tongue buried in me. Bobby, who’s been stroking his own hard, uncut cock in the corner, steps forward. His dick is thick, but nothing compared to Peter’s monster. Peter takes Bobby’s cock in his hand, and with a practiced, filthy grace, he stretches his own long, dripping foreskin over the head of Bobby’s dick. He pulls his skin down, sheathing the top few inches of Bobby’s shaft inside his own.
They both groan. Peter starts to pump his hips, not into anything, but just to create friction inside that shared, tight tunnel of skin. I can see the shape of both cocksheads rubbing together, the skin bulging obscenely. Peter’s never-ending ejaculate is now flooding the space, filling his foreskin until it balloons out, a heavy, sloshing sac of pure white semen. “Fuck, it’s so full,” Peter hisses, his hand gripping the base of their joined cocks to keep the seal tight.
I can’t take it anymore. I pull myself off Carol’s face, my orgasm just a breath away. I turn around and crouch between the two men. Carol, slick with sweat and cum, crawls up beside me. We look at each other, a silent, nasty agreement passing between us. We both lean in, our mouths meeting right over the stretched, cum-filled foreskin. Using our teeth and lips, we gently peel the skin back. It’s a fucking eruption. A hot, thick, massive gush of semen explodes out, drenching our faces, filling our open mouths, shooting up our noses. It’s the combined load of two men, a huge, salty volume of pure filth. We swallow and swallow, and then we kiss again, sharing the final mouthful, letting it drip down our chins and onto our huge, milk-spraying tits. We’re a sticky, happy, completely soaked mess, and Peter is still throbbing, still leaking, promising this beautiful, messy cycle will never, ever end.