“Women don’t normally squirt like that, Brad,” Helen said. “I’ve had hundreds of very intense orgasms and I have never squirted. Have you, Janet?”
“Fuck no. And, Hell, I’ve had thousands of orgasms.”
“Thousands?” Brad said, looking wounded.
Janet frowned and shrugged. She said, “Yeah, with like… maybe a hundred different guys… now that we’re being honest.”
“Holy shit,” Brad said, shaking his head. “I mean I knew you dated a lot… but a hundred dudes?”
Janet nodded. “Give or take twenty.”
“So, you might have fucked a hundred and twenty men?”
“Might have.”
Helen raised her glass. “Wow,” she said, smirking. “She has me beat by like fifty. I’ll drink to that.”
Janet shot her a dirty look. “But I wasn’t married… and there wasn’t a single elf among them.”
“Okay, okay,” I said, “We all have a sordid past. Let’s get back to Brad’s concern… about the squirting thing.”
“I’m just a little insecure about it,” Brad said. “That’s all.” He looked at his wife and leaned in toward her. “Harry made Gloria cum like I never saw any girl cum before or since, and if he did that to you… I think I’d be… a little… jealous.”
He shrugged.
“I don’t think you have anything to worry about, Brad,” Helen assured him. “That girl was probably just one of those freaky girls. She probably squirted all the time.”
“No,” Brad said, “That’s the thing. I dated her for like three weeks. We fucked all the time, but I could never get her to squirt. And she told me she’d never squirted in her life… before Harry fucked her.”
“You dated her?” I said. “I didn’t know that. I thought she was dating a cop?”
Brad nodded. “She broke up with him, but then she flew back to San Diego. I paid for her ticket.”
I said, “You never told me any of that.”
Janet quipped, “Yeah, join the club.”
“To be fair, Janet. I made Brad promise not to tell either of you girls about Gloria. So that’s my secret he was keeping.”
“It doesn’t matter anyway,” Helen said. “I did a lot worse than Brad ever did, and I was married. This is nothing. As for squirting, well I don’t even think that’s an issue. Janet and I aren’t squirters. We’re just not.”
“Can we go into the parlor now?” Janet asked, finishing her Black Russian and slamming it onto the table.
“Yeah,” Brad said, “Let’s go. I haven’t had sex in three weeks.”
We all got up. “Three fucking weeks,” I said. “Why the hell not?”
Janet answered over her shoulder. “He’s always at fucking work. I haven’t had any for three weeks, either. I’m ready to fuck a doorknob!”
“What about last night, you guys?” Helen said. “You had last night.”
Brad snickered and said, “We figured we’d save our sexual frustrations for tonight. Let me tell you. It wasn’t easy. I had to put ice on my balls.”
In disbelief, I said, “You two must have at least masturbated in three frigging weeks.”
Both of them shook their heads.
Smiling, I turned on the lights and pushed record on the video camera. “That is fucking awesome!” I said, truly delighted. “You know what that means, then?”
They all looked at me, staring blankly.
“That means it’s blow job time, and Helen gets a belly full of cum.”
Helen grimaced. Brad and Janet had no reaction.
“Ladies,” I said, “On your knees… if you please.”
“Uh, where?” Janet asked.
I pulled two cushions off the couch, and placed them on the floor at an angle in front of the video camera.
“Brad, you stand here.” He took his place in front of the cushion closest to the camera.
“Helen,” I said, pointing down. “You kneel in front of Brad.”
“Oh shit,” she said. “Okay.” She walked over and sank to her knees in front of him.
“Janet,” I said, standing in front of the other cushion, “If you don’t mind?” I pointed down at the cushion in front of me.
“Not at all,” she said, smiling and looking hungrily at my cock as she sank to her knees.
Both women began stroking and then blowing us. I looked over at Brad and gave him a giddy smile. He shook his head, but smiled back at me.
Then he looked down at my wife blowing him, and his face got very intense.
As I watched my wife thoroughly enjoy servicing Brad’s cock, I called out, “Make sure you swallow, Helen.”
She pulled her mouth off, smirked resignedly, sighed and said, “I know, Harry. Every fucking drop.”
She went back to blowing him.
Janet pulled her mouth off my dick, looked up at me and said, “You want me to swallow, too, Harry?”
“Absolutely not! Helen drinks all the cum. Don’t you, Baby?”
Pausing to answer, Helen said, “Yeah, Janet. Harry likes it that way.”
Janet paused blowing me and put on an exaggerated pouty face. “I don’t get any? Why not? I like to swallow, too, you know.”
Everyone but Janet laughed.
Brad nodded. “Yes, she does. She really does.”
Helen frowned. “And I fucking hate it. Why can’t Janet be the cum slit?”
Now everyone but Helen laughed.
“I volunteer!” Janet quipped, raising her hand, and going back to sucking my dick.
“Nope!” Looking over at Helen as Janet bobbed her mouth a little too quickly on my cock, I said, “It has to be you, Helen. I just fucking love that cute, disgusted face you make when you’re choking down a big load. You’re sucking his dick so good. Are you really going to ruin the experience and deprive Brad of that?”
Helen looked up at Brad expectantly as she deepthroated his cock and held it there.
I could see her throat undulating as she did that deepthroat, tongue wagging trick.
I envied Brad. I could tell from the short time she had sucked my dick that Janet was great at giving head, but Helen was Helen.
She could out-blow a porn star.
Brad yelled, “I think… we’re about… to find out. Holy shit! I’m cumming!”
Janet stopped blowing me and we all looked at Helen, suddenly on the receiving end of Brad’s orgasm.
Brad’s knees buckled, and his whole body shook. Helen pulled her mouth back up his shaft, and held her lips in a tight ring around the end of his cock. Her hands both milking his cock in an effort to help coax out as much cum as humanly possible.
Her eyes popped wide as some unknown quantity of sperm shot into her mouth.
“Oh shit,” Janet mused, smiling proudly, eyes wide and staring. “That looks like one of his really big ones.” She giggled. “Even I have trouble with those.”
Brad looked like he was having a seizure. Helen looked like she was catching battery acid in her mouth. Her eyebrows wrinkled, her eyes squeezed shut and her cheeks puffed out. She whimpered in protest, but heroically remained on the receiving end of Brad’s endless ejaculation.
Finally, jerking his whole body a few last times, Brad shouted, “Oh crap!” He gasped for air and fell backwards, pulling his cock with him as he stumbled away.
Helen pinched her lips closed, a thick tendril of white cum flopping out onto her chin, but the rest held in her overloaded mouth.
“That a girl,” I yelled, laughing at the sight. “Now gulp that huge, nasty load down!”
Helen’s eyes blinked open, her face still contorted in severe distress. She paused there, whimpering and breathing in and out loudly through her nose.
“Start swallowing, Babe,” I coached, delighted at the prospect of seeing her push through this. Her mouth seemed utterly overloaded with cum. “You can do this. I know you can.”
Then her eyes popped wide in alarm. She turned her head, looking all around. Her panic stricken eyes spotted and focused in on our art deco, leaf-shaped ceramic ashtray stand.
Lunging forward and grabbing it off the stand in both hands, Helen spit the entire, gruesome mouthful onto my grandma’s giant ashtray.
“Awwww!” Janet pined, giggling gleefully. “Epic fail!”
I was truly disappointed, but also amazed at how much sperm Brad had dumped into my wife’s pretty mouth. A giant glob of chunky white semen puddled up onto the robin’s egg blue ashtray. A thick, wide stream still clung from Helen’s bottom lip and wrinkled chin, stretching down to the puddle, as she grimaced in utter disgust, coughing and spitting.
“Spitters are quitters!” Janet chided, loudly. “Still, Helen. Nice save, using the ashtray. Now you can take your time and lap it all up… like a kitten from a saucer of milk.”
“Yeeesh!” Helen said, looking at her like she was nuts, wiping and flicking the last of the cum off her mouth with trembling fingers. “No fucking way!” She shook her head, closed her eyes and shuddered. “Blaaaah! That was horrid! At least I saved the rug.”
Brad said, “Sorry! I am so sorry, Helen. I didn’t mean to–”
Helen’s face softened. “No,” she said, shaking her head at Brad. “It’s okay. It was just too much, Brad, that’s all. It’s fine, really it is.”
She looked down at the huge puddle of cum, her eyes widening. “I’m just glad that wasn’t all in my pussy. I’m ovulating today, I think. We might have had a little Brad running around.”
We all chuckled. I thought about that aspect for the first time, and my chuckling stuck in my throat. “Oh shit,” I said, “We haven’t talked about that at all. What if we have… an accident?”
Helen shrugged. “You know I’m having it… whosever’s it is. I love babies.”
“Me, too!” Janet said. “Brad and I talked about it last night. We have been trying for months, but he has a low sperm count.”
Helen looked incredulous. “A low fucking sperm count?” She reassessed the ashtray full of sperm. “Are you fucking kidding me?”
We all chuckled again.
“So,” I said, not sure of what I was hearing. “If I got Janet pregnant you guys would keep the baby?”
As I looked back and forth between them both, Brad and Janet smiled and nodded at me.
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