Eddie's grandfather hadn't been in good health for several years, so the family had done most of their grieving and mourning before the news came that he had passed away. Eddie and his wife, Liz had driven to Kentucky for the funeral. It was now Saturday and the family had started cleaning out the big old farmhouse, barn and outbuildings. Since I had the truck and the flatbed trailer, he asked if I would mind going with him to pick up a bedroom set that had been in the family for generations. I agreed and our friend Jason would ride along to help with loading and unloading. Eddie's uncle would be meeting us at the house to let us in. We met at Eddie's house and headed down the interstate.
Traffic was surprisingly light for a Saturday morning, especially considering it was a bright, sunny summer morning with the high forecast for the mid 90's. We made it through Louisville and were eastbound on I-64 when Eddie's phone rang. We expected it to be Liz, checking on us, but it was Eddie's aunt, letting us know that his uncle wouldn't be able to meet us at the house. Eddie's uncle was the assistant chief at the local volunteer fire department and they had a big field fire that didn't show any signs of coming under control any time soon. With that news, I exited the interstate at the next chance. We stopped at a truck stop, used the facilities and each grabbed a drink. We got back on the interstate and headed back home.
For his drink, Jason had chosen a Squirt, which made me laugh. They both asked why I found it so funny.
"Who would think that something called Squirt would taste like citrus?"
"What else would it taste like?" asked Eddie.
"Like a woman's cum!" I replied.
Eddie, nearly as much of a pervert as me, laughed, but Jason didn't get it. Jason had lived somewhat of a protected life, but we'd been working on correcting that.
"Jason, you've never heard of a woman squirting?" I asked.
"No?"
"Well, there's regular cumming, where her pussy gets really damp and might drip a little, but then there is this spot kinda in the front of her pussy, that gets really sensitive. If you work at that spot, you can get her to squirt out this almost clear cum that will shoot out of her pussy." I explained.
Jason looked at me with a look of both amazement and disbelief.
"When a woman first has it done to her, she thinks that she's going to pee, but it isn't pee at all. It will be the best orgasm she's ever had."
"How do you do it?" Jason asked.
"Lay her on her back with her legs apart and her knees up. Start playing with her pussy and get her good and worked up. Once you feel her juices flowing and can feel that she's nice and moist, slide in a couple fingers, holding your hand with the palm up. An inch or so inside her pussy, slide the tips of your fingers against the front of her pussy. You can push down on her bush a little with your thumb or the other hand to help you add pressure. Feel around for something that feels kinda like a walnut. That's the spot." I explained.
Even Eddie was listening intently at this point. I think that he'd seen girls squirt in videos before, but had never actually got a girl to do it.
"Slide your fingers around on that walnut with fairly firm pressure. You will probably notice her squirming around a lot more. The more that she squirms, the firmer and faster you should rub. Unless she tells you that it hurts, don't stop. Next thing you know, you'll be covered in her warm juices."
They both sat silence with big smiles on their faces. In fact, they were quiet for quite a while. I don't know if they were thinking about the chance to use this or going over the instructions in their minds.
Finally, somewhere north of Louisville, Eddie said, "Dave, can I ask you a question that may be inappropriate? You don't have to answer if you don't want to."
"Sure."
"I've noticed that Kat's got some really big tits. I mean, Liz's are big, but Kat makes hers look small." Eddie started.
"Ok..." I said, waiting for the actual question.
"Do you know what size her tits actually are?" he finally asked.
"Well, the bras that she is wearing now are 38DDD, although the cups on some of them are a tad small." I said, fairly matter-of-factly.
"DAMN!" Jason blurted out from the back seat.
"Ok, that's what I thought... Well, kinda. I knew that hers were bigger than Liz's." Eddie said.
"Why? What size is Liz?" I asked.
"Well, she's bigger in the number, but smaller in the cup. She's a 42D. Smaller than Kat, but definitely more than a mouthful." Eddie said with a grin.
"They do both have nice tits." Jason said, surprising us both that he would actually admit this. Although he was a little more free to speak when Beth wasn't around. "I mean, Beth's a C cup, which isn't exactly flat, but I've always liked nice big, round boobs."
We continued our discussion on large breasts, who had nice ones, who didn't and whose we would like to see until we made it back home. We planned to go out to lunch, since it was now almost noon, but we needed to stop by my house and drop off the trailer before we tried maneuvering through restaurant parking lots.
When we turned the corner to head for the house, we noticed that the driveway was full of cars. I carefully maneuvered the truck and trailer across the ditch and parked across the front yard. As we opened the doors to get out of the truck, we could hear loud rock music coming from the back yard. The gate to the privacy fence was closed, so I unlocked the front door and we went inside. There was no one inside, but there were several purses and bags sitting on the living room couch. We walked into the dining room and were all struck by the same sight.
Just outside the French doors of the dining room, on the deck lay Liz, Beth, Kat, Sara and Johnnie absorbing the sun's rays.