Chad stared at the granny's toothless maw, wondering what a blowjob might feel like with his dick in a mouth without teeth. Her glistening gums, soft and puckered like warm, slick jelly, would mould around him—clinging with squishy warmth. No teeth—just velvety cushions gripping his dick.
He often suffered vivid nightmares—grotesque, lurid ones—about having his dick inside the maws of girls, only for them to bite down too hard... or start chewing. Well, that won't be a problem with her, he thought. She's kinda old, though... and yeah, her tits are probably super saggy.
The sergeant said, "Good work today, son... and a job well done deserves a blowjob… Well done.
Now... I've got a favour to ask. Once you're finished donating your goods to these ladies—if you're still standing—you reckon you could do me one more solid?
My wife. She needs... attention. I can't perform anymore. Not since that Jar Squatter video went viral... yeah, that was me. She won't even look at me now after she found out it was me in the video.
He went on, "So how about it? Do the honours. Satisfy her. Go down on her. Lick her bloody pussy like it's your civic fucking duty."
What a pathetic loser, Chad thought... a wife? And not a waifu? The inferior version. No wonder he was having problems in the bedroom. Chad was lucky—he owned the hottest waifu in the world. And this sergeant was the famous guy from the Jar Squatter video? Not sure if I should be disgusted... or ask for his autograph.
Chad's mind screamed one thing, but his lips—betraying him as always—whispered something else: "Sure... but, uh, will you be watching me... with your wife... if I say yes... and errrr… do it with each other?"
The sergeant's grin grew wider, his eyes cold and unwavering. He stepped closer, his voice firm. "I'll be watching. Don't worry; I'll record every second of it. You just focus on doing your part... and making my wife squirt and cum."
Being a hero's got some damn fine perks. I get why other superheroes do it now—risking their lives to save others—saving lives gives you such a raging hard-on.
Chad gave a creepy smile and said, "Sure... I'll save your wife… I mean, save my load for her… and go full Superman mode into her pussy!"
The sergeant roared with laughter. "Hold your jizz, hotshot. You gotta service these fine-ass ladies first…"
The old woman set her cup on the cracked concrete, eyes burning with hope, like the other women gripping their cups in desperate anticipation.
Chad wiped sweat from his brow. "You want my spunk in all these cups? How's that work? I shoot one load, switch cups, and keep going? Once I start, it's a machine gun shooting non-stop. No way I'm aiming right or switching fast enough."
The lady in red said, "Not quite."
He glanced at her, eyeing her slender figure and firm breasts. He wouldn't have minded seeing her naked or shooting his load for her, he thought.
The lady in red, her lips painted a bold candy-red and—presumably—red nipples perky beneath her dress, said, "Ada here will take care of you… She's a master with her mouth, gums and all."
She gestured toward the granny, who grinned and smacked her gums with enthusiasm.
"You'll release into her mouth, and she'll carefully distribute equal shares of your seed into each cup. Need a little extra spark? We're happy to let you explore our curves for inspiration while she works her magic."
["Looks like we are making a new version of 2 girls and one cup here." ]
Chad, ignoring what the narrator had just said, stared at Ada—her gum-flapping mouth bounced like a toothless Chain Chomp.
Can she even get pregnant at her age...? What does she need his cum for? She looked 101 years old. —Okay, maybe not 101—just 100…
The paparazzi's cameras flashed relentlessly, and cheering onlookers snapped photos with their phones. Chad, the hero, frowned, confused by the frenzy. Why the obsession? he wondered, eyeing the giggling girls with cameras.
"What about all these girls and the paparazzi people?" Chad asked.
The sergeant let out a sly chuckle. "They're not here to join the fun, kid—they're just itching to film you and snap shots for the tabloids, their websites, and social media clout. So, put on a hell of a show for these ladies. Don't flop and make a fool of yourself!"
Paparazzi cameras flashed like a storm, lenses trained on Chad like vultures. "Show that dick, hero! Front-page gold!" a sweaty photographer roared, shoving his rival.
Cops fuelled the frenzy. "Show that dick, or get cuffed!" they barked—laughter booming, blending with the crowd's wild cheers.
Ada, the toothless granny, her gummy maw gleaming, waved her cup with manic glee. "Show me that dick! Gums'll grip it!" She croaked, her cloudy eyes blazing with lust at ninety-nine, bony fingers clawing for her bizarre prize.
In unison, paparazzi, cops, Ada, and the mob roared, chanting, "Show dick, hero! Show dick!" their wild howls shaking the streets.''
Feeling like a hero made his dick throb like mad—and without a shred of hesitation, he yanked down his trousers and boxer briefs, standing tall with his junk out for the cops to admire… and the gawking crowd too.
A collective gasp ripped through the air. Paparazzi froze, lenses trembling, then went berserk. "Holy hell, that's massive!" a greasy photographer stammered, snapping photos frantically.
Cops gaped, jaws dropping.
Ada, the gummy granny, clutched her cup, her cloudy eyes wide as saucers. "That dick's a beaut! Gums want it!" She rasped, snapping a shaky photo with a disposable camera, her skeletal fingers trembling with lustful glee.
The mob, a sea of freed hostages, erupted in awe. "Look at that beast!" the lady in red purred, her phone recording as she licked her candy-red lips. "Biggest hero cock ever!"
Cameras and phones blazed, the crowd's shutters a deafening chorus, immortalising Chad's glory.
With a cackle, Ada, the granny, shed her clothes, her naked body a sagging tapestry of time. Wrinkled skin draped like loose parchment, her breasts drooped low, flat as deflated balloons, nipples faded to ghostly pink. Her bony frame, speckled with age spots, quivered as she leaned toward Chad's throbbing dick, eyes blazing with lust. The other two hostages, cups clutched tightly, stood ready, their gazes fixed on the bizarre ritual.
Chad was having second thoughts now, glancing around for a reassuring voice. Unsure whether to look up at the sky or down at the ground, his eyes instead landed on the fully naked Ada. "Narrator… are you going to narrate this?"
["No way… I am not narrating some perverse fantasy about you blowing your load over a 102-year-old granny's tits and mouth! You want that junk narrated? Go scribble it in some corner of the internet… your personal blog… and narrate it yourself. I'm out. This is a hard pass!"]
He rolled his eyes, shaking his head. "Nobody reads blogs anymore."
Muttering to himself, he added, "But I am a hero."
["Sigh... what do you want, a blooming medal?!"]
He nodded thoughtfully. "Why, yes, a medal… and maybe a Nobel Prize as well."
There was no denying it—the narrator's voice was sexy as hell when she was angry, just like his waifu's. That sexy voice could ignite filthy wet dreams and epic late-night wanks.
Very much like his waifu's naughty ASMR whispers that left him with a spunk-soaked cock and bedsheets, this voice ensured he'd shot his load by morning, leaving no chance for wood.
With his dick out, the granny wrapped her gums around him and slowly got to work, her head bobbing with a weird, almost reverent determination, clearly excited to receive the hero's gooey payload. He needed to be careful… so careful not to let it all go too soon—not to fire his load straight down her throat like some overexcited garden hoe. If he did, she'd probably have to gag it all back up into the plastic donation cups… and that raised questions:
Would it still be usable after that? Would the sperm still be viable after a round trip through someone's oesophagus?