Me, You, My Wife, and Yours Pt. 07

The cover band outside the kitchen had been playing the end of “With or Without You” by U2 as Helen finished blowing Franky.

The appropriateness of the repeated chorus at the end of that song was not lost on me as Franky deposited all of his vile sperm into my beautiful wife’s welcoming throat.

“… and you give yourself away. And you give yourself away-ay… and you give… and you give… and you give yourself away… ”

After Helen stood up, swallowed Franky’s load, smiled broadly and shouted, “Next!” everyone had cheered and clapped. The whole kitchen full of people were obviously enchanted with her, and impressed by her eager performance.

Tommy had shouted excitedly, “That is how you start a suckfest, Motherfuckers!”

Janet displayed nothing but giddy excitement as she applauded Helen. Her best friend had suddenly become this flamboyant and shameless whore, who seemed way too eager to suck hundreds of cocks and swallow a fuckton of cum, yet Janet couldn’t have looked more pleased.

The only person who looked upset was Brad. I noticed him sneering in obvious disgust and shaking his head.

“Hey, Brad,” I said, “Are you going to be okay?”

“No,” he said, “I don’t think… I don’t think I can watch either of our wives do this, Harry.”

I nodded.

“I’m going outside to wait in my truck. Tell Janet I’m sorry,” he said, shaking his head and frowning as he stared at Janet who appeared a lot more than just okay with being forced to participate in the upcoming and now imminent suckfest.

“Yeah,” Brad said, looking even more disgusted as he glared at his jubilant wife smiling, squealing, bouncing up and down and clapping. “I’m fucking out of here.” He looked back at me. “Can you keep an eye on her for me, please? I just can’t watch them do this.”

I nodded again. “Sure… but I think they’ll both be fine, Brad.”

“I know they will,” he said, growling out a chortle of disgust. “That’s exactly why I can’t watch them.” He waved my look of concern off, frowned and said, “Don’t worry. I’ll be okay. Just keep them safe. Thanks, Bro.”

Brad turned and strode quickly toward the rear corridor. I watched him talk to the guards, and saw them let him through to the back door without a problem.

“Where the hell is he going,” a still smiling Janet asked, seeing her husband disappear down the corridor. “I thought he wanted to see me suck a bunch of cocks?”

I shrugged. “He hasn’t got the stomach for it, I guess.”

Janet lost her smile. She turned and gazed into my eyes, her big dark eyes searching mine from behind her red bandit mask. “You certainly seem to have the stomach for it, don’t you Harry?”

I smirked and gave her a guilty shrug.

Janet nodded, put a hand on my shoulder, leaned in to my ear and whispered, “Yeah, me too. I’m literally shaking I’m so fucking horny.” She took in a huge breath and let it out in a sigh, backing off and shaking her head. “I’m glad he left. Brad’s too good for us.” She rolled her eyes and frowned. “We are disgusting, Harry. Me, you and Helen are going straight to Hell. You know that, right?”

I nodded.

“Okay, Ladies!” Tommy shouted. “Line up in front of me right here behind this line of blankets.”

All the girls in the kitchen except for Jessica clip-clopped over to line up where Tommy had pointed.

There were eight of them. Tommy made Helen get in the center, directing Brandy to get on Helen’s right side, and Janet to stand on her left. “You three girls are getting the big money, so you’ll be doing all the cum swallowing.” He pointed around at his Asian prostitutes from Boston. “My five girls know the drill. They’ll do most of the cocksucking.” He raised his voice. “I don’t want any cum on this floor. Nobody spits, not even my girls. If these guys bust a nut in your mouths, my whores better catch that load. You can get up and spit it in one of the swallowers’ mouths, whichever one doesn’t have a cock in it. You fucking got that, my bitches?”

All the Asian girls nodded.

Tommy stepped closer to Brandy, Helen and Janet, pointing at a portable chalkboard someone had rolled behind the three heavy, metal tables. “Billy will keep track of how many loads you three girls swallow. Luckily, you girls are dressed in three solid colors, so instead of names he has your colors up on that board.”

Written in chalk across the top of the board were the words, BLACK, WHITE and RED.

“White just swallowed Franky’s cum, so she’s earned a mark, Billy.”

Billy smiled, turned and put a single line of chalk to the far left under the word WHITE.

“I have a total of thirty-four thousand dollars to split between you three ladies. Here’s how that’s going to work. Whichever girl swallows the most loads by the end of this suckfest will get ten grand off the top. That means the three of you will split twenty-four grand. The two slackers will get eight grand, but the winner of this cum chugging contest walks out with eighteen grand and a belly full of cum.”

Brandy raised her hand.

Tommy looked annoyed by that. “This ain’t high school, Blondie, speak the fuck up.”

In a nervous voice Brandy said, “What if… I mean… what if I–.”

“Just spit it out!” Tommy shouted.

“What if I never swallowed before?” Brandy blurted out, looking almost panicked.

The whole kitchen roared laughing. Someone shouted, “In that case, just DON’T spit it out!”

More laughter.

Tommy shook his head, pushing his palms down and yelled, “Quiet, everyone!” The laughter died down. “You never swallowed cum before, Darling? Are you fucking kidding me?”

Brandy shook her head.

Tommy looked around the room and said, “Can someone blow a quick load in this poor girls’ mouth? Help her get the jitters out?”

Several men stepped forward, volunteering with various shouts and hoots. One of them was Poochie, Brandy’s tall black bodyguard. He yelled above them all, “I’ll fucking do that! Let me!”

“Not you!” Brandy shrieked, looking wide-eyed and mortified even from behind her black bandit mask. “Oh my gosh, Pooch!”

Franky yelled, “Yeah! Let her bodyguard do it.”

Tommy yelled above the din of men still shouting to get picked, “Everyone quiet!” The room settled down again. He nodded at Poochie. “Go for it, big guy!”

Tommy pointed at the open-mouthed, exasperated Brandy. “Hey, Blondie, if you can’t handle this one guy, how the fuck are you going to handle all of them?” He waved his arm back at the full ballroom. “Now just get on your knees and keep that pretty mouth open.”

“It’ll be quick,” Poochie said, snarling and unbuckling his belt as he strode toward Brandy. “Wanted to do this for months… shove my cock in her pretty mouth… finally shut the spoiled brat up!”

Poochie stopped in front of the still standing Brandy and spread his feet apart, pushing his pants to his knees. She looked visibly shaken with her thin arms straight, but crossed in front of her stomach, and her hands wrestling each other, as she looked down at his giant black cock.

Someone shouted, “On your knees, bitch!”

Brandy tore her eyes off the big black dick, looked nervously around, but slowly dropped down onto her knees. She looked forward again and let out an audible gasp.

Her tall bodyguard stroked his long, thick black dick inches in front of her still shocked looking face. He presented the bulbous brown head to her open mouth, and wagged it, eager for immediate service.

I watched with a fair amount of excitement. Not only would this be her first time drinking cum, I could tell by her extreme reaction in just seeing it that it was probably her first BBC.

Brandy slowly opened her mouth even wider, but Poochie was done waiting. He grabbed both sides of her head and shoved his big thick dick right into her gaping mouth.

He began fucking her face and groaning as Brandy whimpered in loud but muffled, whining protests. She put the palms of her hands on his tawny black thighs and pushed, resisting as much as she could, but failing to stop or even slow down the large black cock now plunging in and out of her mouth.

Brandy looked more surprised than anything, as Poochie roughly yanked her head, pumped his hips and used her mouth like a fuck hole. She gagged several times, squeezing her eyes shut and sprouting tears, her whimpers becoming more like shrieks.

The crowd in the kitchen quieted down, watching the spectacle.

Poochie got even more aggressive, sending his big cock in deeper and grunting louder with each hard pump.

Brandy couldn’t take any more. After three of those harder and deeper pumps, she heaved violently, jerked her head back and pushed on his thighs with all her might, turning her head aside and dislodging the big dick from her traumatized mouth.

She gasped dramatically for air, coughing, heaving and sputtering with both hands over her mouth, guarding against another BBC attack.

“Open that mouth, slut!” Poochie shouted, pushing her hands down with one hand and pulling her head back around to try and force his cock into her still wretching mouth.

“Let her fucking breathe!” Janet cried, rushing to help Brandy, jumping onto her knees and blocking Poochie’s big cock with her hand.

“You want some o’ this, Bitch?” Poochie said, letting go of Brandy’s head and grabbing Janet by the hair, instead.

“Hey!” I shouted, stepping forward to knock the big black bastard on his ass, but Janet saw me, shook her head and waved me off with her hand.

“Yes!” she shouted, and went with Poochie’s grappling hands, opening her mouth and taking his big black cock deep inside it.

Brandy fell aside and onto the floor, still coughing and gagging.

Janet took almost the entire eleven or twelve inch long, and very thick black cock down her throat in that first thrust. Totally opposite from Brandy’s deer in the headlights performance, Janet seemed in complete control. On the second hard thrust by Poochie she took his whole monster cock balls deep. Her slender throat actually bulged out as it accommodated Poochie’s wrist-thick shaft.

Poochie threw his head back and groaned in ecstacy. Several people cursed in awe and one yelled out, “Hot damn! That tiny little slut is taking it all! That whole fucking donkey cock!”