Cracks Deepen
The rain came the next night—slow at first, a soft patter on the tiled roof that built into a steady drum, turning the world outside into a curtain of water and blurred moonlight. Inside, the air grew heavier, warmer, thick with the scent of wet earth seeping through cracks and the sharper, unmistakable perfume of four bodies humming with unspoken need.
Mei and Shao had retired early again, but sleep evaded them tonight. They lay facing each other on the wide mat, foreheads nearly touching, breaths syncing in the dim lamplight. Mei's long fingers traced lazy circles over Shao's swollen belly, dipping lower with every pass until they slipped between Shao's thighs. Shao's hips rolled forward in response, a soft, wet sound filling the quiet as Mei's fingers slid easily into slick, pregnant heat. They moved slowly—achingly slow—kissing with open mouths, tongues sliding languidly as milk leaked steadily from their breasts, mingling in warm rivulets that soaked the mat beneath them.
Lian knelt by the stove, pretending to tend a pot of thin stew, but her attention was elsewhere. Her blouse hung open, heavy breasts swaying with each small shift, nipples dark and stiff, milk pearling and dripping in rhythmic drops that matched the rain. She watched the doorway with half-lidded eyes, thighs pressed tightly together, the faint squelch of her own arousal audible whenever she shifted her weight.
Meilin stood just inside again—closer this time.
She had come in from the rain soaked through, skirt and blouse plastered to her skin like a second layer. The fabric was nearly transparent now, clinging to every curve: full breasts high and firm, nipples rigid and straining, the shadowed outline of dark curls between powerful thighs where wetness gleamed—not just rain. She hadn't changed. Hadn't moved to dry herself. She leaned against the wall, arms loose at her sides, watching Mei and Shao with raw hunger in her eyes, chest rising and falling faster as the soft sounds of their slow fingering grew wetter, more deliberate.
I sat near Lian, cock already thick and aching in my pants, pre-cum leaking steadily to soak the linen. The sight of them all—the pregnant softness of Mei and Shao's bodies grinding together, Lian's leaking breasts, Meilin's soaked, unyielding form—had me throbbing with every heartbeat.
Lian moved first.
She crossed the room slowly, hips rolling with that ripe sway, and knelt in front of me. Her hands went to my ties without a word, loosening them with deliberate care. My cock sprang free—heavy, flushed dark, veins pulsing, the head slick and shining with pre-cum that dripped in a slow, steady thread. She wrapped her fingers around the base and stroked once—long, firm—spreading the wetness up the shaft until I groaned low, hips bucking into her grip.
Meilin's breath caught sharply.
Lian leaned forward and took me into her mouth—slow, deep suction, tongue swirling around the head as milk dripped from her breasts onto my thighs in warm pulses. The dual heat—wet mouth, warm milk—drew a ragged sound from my chest.
Mei and Shao's movements grew more urgent, drawn by the sounds. Mei rolled onto her back, pulling Shao atop her. Shao straddled one of Mei's long thighs, grinding her dripping cunt against it in slow, deliberate rolls while Mei's fingers plunged deeper into Shao's heat—three now, stretching her plush walls with wet, obscene sounds. Milk leaked steadily from Shao's breasts, dripping onto Mei's chest where Mei lapped at it greedily, tongue swirling over dark nipples.
Meilin took another step closer.
Her hand drifted beneath her soaked skirt, fingers pressing hard against the front of her mound, rubbing in tight circles over clinging fabric. Her thighs trembled, the scent of her arousal sharpening—musky, fertile, overwhelming in the close air. She didn't touch herself openly. Not yet. But her eyes were locked on Lian's mouth stretched around my cock, on the way my shaft disappeared inch by inch between full lips, on the creamy mix of pre-cum and milk glistening on Lian's chin.
Lian pulled off slowly, lips swollen and shining, and looked directly at Meilin.
"Closer," she whispered, voice thick with need. "You don't have to join… but don't stand in the cold."
Meilin hesitated—thighs clenching, nipples so hard they looked painful through wet fabric—then moved. She sank to her knees a few feet away, close enough that I could see the pulse throbbing in her throat, the way her fingers now slipped beneath her skirt to part slick folds, two fingers sliding easily into her dripping cunt with a soft, wet sound that made my cock jerk in Lian's hand.
Lian returned to me—slower this time, taking me deep until her nose brushed my pelvis, throat working around my length as she swallowed. Milk dripped faster from her breasts now, warm trails running down my balls as she bobbed in deliberate rhythm.
Mei came first—back arching off the mat, long legs trembling as Shao's thigh ground hard against her clit, release soaking them both in hot pulses. Shao followed seconds later, thighs clamping around Mei's fingers, cunt spasming visibly as she cried out softly, milk arcing from her breasts in thin streams.
The sight—the sounds—pushed me over.
Lian pulled back just in time, stroking me hard and fast as I spilled—thick ropes of cum splattering across her tongue, her lips, dripping down her chin to mix with the milk already streaking her breasts. She moaned through her own climax, fingers buried deep in her cunt, walls fluttering as release soaked her thighs.
Meilin didn't come—not fully.
She watched every pulse, every drop, fingers moving faster beneath her skirt, thighs slick and trembling. But when the edge came, she stilled—pulling her hand free with a shaky breath, fingers glistening with her own slick as she clenched them into a fist.
The rain slowed to a soft drizzle.
Lian licked me clean with slow, reverent swipes of her tongue, then looked at Meilin again—soft, open, unafraid.
"Tomorrow," Lian said quietly, echoing Meilin's words from the night before. "We work together. All of us."
Meilin's eyes dropped to the mess on Lian's chest—milk and cum mingled and shining—then to my softening cock, still thick and wet.
She nodded once.
Just once.
But her thighs remained parted, skirt still rucked high, pussy lips flushed and glistening in the lamplight—swollen, aching, waiting.
The wall had more than cracked.
It was crumbling, inch by slow, inevitable inch.
And none of us—least of all Meilin—wanted it any other way
The Yielding
The rain had stopped sometime before dawn, leaving the world washed clean and the air inside the small house thick with the aftermath—damp earth, lingering smoke from the banked stove, and the heavy, intoxicating scent of milk, cum, and feminine arousal that never truly faded these days.
Meilin came inside fully this time.
No hesitation at the threshold. No pretense of distance. She shut the door behind her with a soft click that echoed like a decision, then stood there in the dim pre-dawn glow, soaked clothes clinging to every strong curve. Her blouse was plastered translucent across her full breasts, nipples dark and rigid, milk already beginning to leak in slow beads from the constant ache of her own unspoken pregnancy—confirmed quietly days ago, though she had said nothing. Her skirt hung heavy with rainwater and slick, thighs parted slightly as if she could no longer bear to press them together.
Lian was already awake, kneeling on the mat with Mei and Shao curled close around her. They had shifted in the night into a warm tangle—Lian on her back, Mei's long thigh draped over hers, Shao's hand cupping one of Lian's leaking breasts. Milk dripped steadily from all three, pooling in the hollows of collarbones and bellies, the scent sweet and heady in the close air.
I lay in the center, cock thick and aching against my stomach, pre-cum pearling at the tip in a slow, steady drip. The sight of Meilin standing there—finally inside, finally choosing—sent another heavy pulse through my shaft.
She crossed the room slowly, each step deliberate. Water dripped from her hem onto the mat with soft pats. When she reached us, she sank to her knees at the edge of the pile, eyes locked on mine—dark, fierce, no longer guarded.
No one spoke.
Lian reached out first, fingers brushing Meilin's wrist. Meilin didn't pull away. Instead, she let Lian guide her hand to my cock—strong fingers wrapping around the base beside Lian's softer ones. Together they stroked once—slow, exploratory—spreading the slick of my pre-cum up the shaft until I groaned low, hips lifting into their grip.
Mei and Shao stirred fully now, drawn by the sound. Mei shifted to kneel behind Meilin, long arms sliding around her waist, lips pressing soft kisses along the wet column of Meilin's throat. Shao moved to my other side, strong hand cupping my balls, rolling them gently as milk dripped from her breast onto my thigh in warm pulses.
Meilin's breath hitched.
She leaned forward—slowly, as if savoring the surrender—and took the head of my cock into her mouth. The heat was staggering—wet, tight suction, tongue swirling around the sensitive crown as she tasted me for the first time. Lian's hand guided her deeper, fingers tangling in Meilin's wet hair, until Meilin's lips stretched wide around my shaft, throat working to take more.
The room filled with wet sounds: the slick slide of Meilin's mouth on my cock, the rhythmic squelch of fingers—Shao's now—sliding into Mei's dripping cunt behind me, the soft drip of milk from four sets of heavy breasts.
Meilin pulled off with a gasp, lips swollen and shining, and looked at Lian.
Lian answered by guiding her down onto me.
Meilin straddled my hips carefully—strong thighs trembling as she reached between us to part her soaked folds. She was drenched—pussy lips swollen and flushed deep pink, inner petals glistening with slick that dripped steadily onto my cock. She guided me to her entrance and sank down inch by slow, deliberate inch.
The heat of her was overwhelming—velvet walls gripping tight, still untouched by the softening of late pregnancy, fluttering wildly around my length as she took me to the hilt. A low, broken moan escaped her as her clit ground hard against my pelvis, strong inner muscles rippling in deliberate pulses that dragged a guttural sound from my throat.
She began to move—slow, deep rolls of her hips at first, savoring every dragging inch. Milk leaked from her breasts now, dripping onto my chest in warm rivulets as she rode me. Lian knelt beside us, mouth latching onto one of Meilin's dark nipples—sucking hard, drawing milk in greedy pulls that made Meilin cry out softly, cunt clamping down around my cock in fierce waves.
Mei and Shao joined seamlessly.
Mei straddled my chest facing Meilin, offering her leaking breasts to Meilin's mouth. Meilin took one eagerly—tongue swirling, sucking hard as milk flooded her mouth, hips stuttering, walls fluttering wildly. Shao moved behind Meilin, strong hands cupping her ass, spreading her cheeks slightly to watch my cock disappear into her dripping cunt over and over, fingers occasionally dipping to stroke where we joined—gathering slick, bringing it to her own mouth with a moan.
The pleasure built slow and relentless—wet slaps of flesh growing louder, the obscene squelch of Meilin's pussy swallowing my cock, milk dripping steadily onto skin, soft gasps and moans harmonizing in the dim room.
Meilin came first—body locking, back arching as her cunt spasmed in long, rolling waves, milking me relentlessly. Hot release soaked us both, dripping down my balls in thick pulses as she ground down hard, taking me deeper.
I followed seconds later, hips bucking up into her as I spilled—thick, pulsing ropes of cum flooding her clenching channel until it overflowed, creamy white leaking out around my base with every slow thrust.
They didn't stop.
Lian took Meilin's place gently, sinking down reverse—plush ass spreading wide as she took me balls-deep into her familiar, plush heat. Mei and Shao turned their attention to her—mouths on leaking breasts, fingers teasing her clit—while Meilin recovered enough to lean in and kiss me for the first time: deep, hungry, tasting of milk and my own release.
One by one, they rode me—slow, deep, relentless—bodies trembling through climax after climax, cunts milking load after load until the mat was soaked beneath us with milk, cum, and slick.
When the lamp finally guttered out, we lay in a sweat-and-milk-drenched tangle—four pregnant bodies curled around me, bellies pressed warm together, breasts leaking softly onto shared skin, cocks softening slowly inside the cradle of Meilin's still-fluttering cunt.
Meilin's hand found mine in the dark, fingers intertwining—strong, certain.
No words.
None were needed.
She had yielded—fully, fiercely, irrevocably.
And in the quiet aftermath, with rain-soft earth waiting outside and new life kicking gently within them all, we were finally, undeniably whole.